Just some random musings from a guy who has too much to think about. If those musings bother on the realm of insanity, that's because they probably are ^_^
25 minutes
Published Sunday, July 31, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
I wasn't late actually...it was that stupid KFC restaurant that I went to that was 25 minutes too damn late. What happened was that I ordered a set meal that comes with some cheesy wedges. The guy at the counter told me to wait for a few minutes for the wedges and I said ok and I went to a table to seat and eat the rest of my food.
Okay...so I finished the entree. Still no wedges. Not a problem since I'm a relatively fast eater and I've still got my drink and the counter's starting to get a little busy. So I start to drink.
So...I'm drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking...no wait, can't drink anymore because I've finished my drink. And still no wedges. And the best part was...hey didn't you just give some wedges to someone else before me? What the hell?
Okay...I looked at my phone...15 minutes passed. Fine. I'm going to have a word with the guy at the counter. Too bad about the long queue blocking my way...that took another long while.
And when I finally got to the guy, I'll never forget the words that he said to me: "Aku tak perasan kau order set"...I wished that I had a chainsaw with me so that I could slice his genitals into 28 pieces before I dip them in cheese and mayonnaise and serve it to him on a silver platter.
Sheesh...
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Okay...so I finished the entree. Still no wedges. Not a problem since I'm a relatively fast eater and I've still got my drink and the counter's starting to get a little busy. So I start to drink.
So...I'm drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking. And drinking...no wait, can't drink anymore because I've finished my drink. And still no wedges. And the best part was...hey didn't you just give some wedges to someone else before me? What the hell?
Okay...I looked at my phone...15 minutes passed. Fine. I'm going to have a word with the guy at the counter. Too bad about the long queue blocking my way...that took another long while.
And when I finally got to the guy, I'll never forget the words that he said to me: "Aku tak perasan kau order set"...I wished that I had a chainsaw with me so that I could slice his genitals into 28 pieces before I dip them in cheese and mayonnaise and serve it to him on a silver platter.
Sheesh...
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Paris Hilton and cerebral lobes
Published Saturday, July 30, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Remember House of Wax? Remember the best part in that movie? For the clueless, that would be the part where one of the wax-doll makers threw the pipe and it went through Paris Hilton's head.
Now I had one complaint about that part, namely where in the world are her brains? You know normally when you pierce something in the head, a little grey matter is expected to come out whether you like it or not. The problem with that scene was there was none! Nothing whatsoever. Sure there was a little bit of blood dripping out of the pipe but no brains at all. What gives?
Of course that was then. Today, I've arrived at an appropriate conclusion as to why there were no brains spilling out from her head: hello, this is Paris Hilton. Brains? What brains? As far as intelligence and Paris Hilton goes, she couldn't recognise it if it were to walk up to her, got her to perfrom a blowjob on it while her father watches the whole thing on his security camera.
Which brings up another question actually: was the lack of brains intentional? Did the scene writers know what they were doing when they wrote 'When the pipe goes through Paris Hilton, there is only blood flowing out and there is no brains'? Hmmm...
The wonders of speculation...
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Now I had one complaint about that part, namely where in the world are her brains? You know normally when you pierce something in the head, a little grey matter is expected to come out whether you like it or not. The problem with that scene was there was none! Nothing whatsoever. Sure there was a little bit of blood dripping out of the pipe but no brains at all. What gives?
Of course that was then. Today, I've arrived at an appropriate conclusion as to why there were no brains spilling out from her head: hello, this is Paris Hilton. Brains? What brains? As far as intelligence and Paris Hilton goes, she couldn't recognise it if it were to walk up to her, got her to perfrom a blowjob on it while her father watches the whole thing on his security camera.
Which brings up another question actually: was the lack of brains intentional? Did the scene writers know what they were doing when they wrote 'When the pipe goes through Paris Hilton, there is only blood flowing out and there is no brains'? Hmmm...
The wonders of speculation...
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Sleepless in PJ
Published by Grape_For_Life.
I went to Minh's place yesterday and spent the night there. It was kinda unexpected actually since I was really suppose to go there much earlier in the day but as it turns out Reza, the one who suggested it, spent the whole day doing other chores.
So the three of us spent the night there in Minh's room until the wee hours of the morning (oh say, 6 a.m.) watching the stuff that Reza has on his PC and laptop (which includes Alizee, that French cutie, Bill Cosby, Rowan Atkinson, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Jack Black, etc), reformatting his PC and reinstalling Windows. How can that take the whole night to do? Simple: try transfering nearly 40 gigs worth of MP3's, music videos, pictures, documents and what-nots into Minh's PC and retransfering back to Reza's resurrected PC.
Okay...so there's plenty of naked men pictures that'll be floating around in the net right after this post is posted up...I'm just not sure whether it's a bad thing or not...^_^
Right now, my head is spinning due to a severe lack of sleep, unfortunately...too little sleep these past two days since I was doing what I did last night and helping someone with her proposal on Thursday...Must get sleep...no wait...D&D calls me...must answer the call of hack and slash...
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So the three of us spent the night there in Minh's room until the wee hours of the morning (oh say, 6 a.m.) watching the stuff that Reza has on his PC and laptop (which includes Alizee, that French cutie, Bill Cosby, Rowan Atkinson, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Jack Black, etc), reformatting his PC and reinstalling Windows. How can that take the whole night to do? Simple: try transfering nearly 40 gigs worth of MP3's, music videos, pictures, documents and what-nots into Minh's PC and retransfering back to Reza's resurrected PC.
Okay...so there's plenty of naked men pictures that'll be floating around in the net right after this post is posted up...I'm just not sure whether it's a bad thing or not...^_^
Right now, my head is spinning due to a severe lack of sleep, unfortunately...too little sleep these past two days since I was doing what I did last night and helping someone with her proposal on Thursday...Must get sleep...no wait...D&D calls me...must answer the call of hack and slash...
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Revenge of the Presbyterian Church(???WTF?)
Published Friday, July 29, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
A friend posted this website to me. Thought you guys might want to have a look-see and then commit suicide after reading it. Enjoy ^_^
http://americaninlebanon.blogspot.com/2005/07/backstroke-of-west.html
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http://americaninlebanon.blogspot.com/2005/07/backstroke-of-west.html
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Homecomings Part 2
Published by Grape_For_Life.
Okay...that was totally unexpected...my sister actually came back early. That's not right...I had it all planned out for tomorrow. First I play D&D, then I go back home to watch the race at Budapest then my family and I would go down to the airport and pick her up there.
No...she has to come back early, completely unannounced and take everyone by surprise. And she says, "It's suppose to be a surprise."
...Oh well. She's back and that means more people using the PCs now. Guess I'll have to get use to that again ^_^. Again, welcome back.
P.S. That's my sister in the pic above, for those of you who have never seen her before, which is pretty much well, everyone who reads this blog.
No...she has to come back early, completely unannounced and take everyone by surprise. And she says, "It's suppose to be a surprise."
...Oh well. She's back and that means more people using the PCs now. Guess I'll have to get use to that again ^_^. Again, welcome back.
P.S. That's my sister in the pic above, for those of you who have never seen her before, which is pretty much well, everyone who reads this blog.
D-day
Published by Grape_For_Life.
Well, today was D-day, the day of the function, the day when all works that has been happening for the past three weeks is suppose to pay off. Where the fruits of our labour can be harvested. When we can actually get the free beers that KDU so kindly sponsors us.
Hahaha. That's right. The college actually offered us free beer. I'll get right into that later because there's more important things to write about than alcohol. Hehehe.
First off, there's my baby, or rather my power point slide which I made for today's function. Ahh...she worked like an angel...everybody was staring at it everytime she came on the screen...well at least they did the first three times I played it. After that, they just grew tired of it. Who can blame them? She was on screen for about six times, people are bound to get tired of listening to the Star Wars opening theme if it were to play six times to them ^_^
Then there were the performances put on by the SHTCA students and some cheerleaders from God knows where. Not too shabby really, even when the confetti refused to pop and even though Malaysian cheerleaders aren't really noted for their good looks ^_^. Pity the performers though...because I heard one of the lecturers was really harsh about their performance...
Of course, what's a function without speeches? Let's just cut to the chase and say that they were one of the most boring and pointless crap I've ever heard spoken in my entire life. Hell...even the audience agree with me on that, judging by the way they deliberately went back to the cocktails in the middle of each speaker's speech.
Then there was the black sheep of my department, whom is known throughout the class as the Water Filter girl. Black sheep because, of all the people in my group, I have no idea what to do with her because I don't really know her that well and she ended up doing nothing. Do I pity her? Most definitely. Will I ever make it up to her? Most definitely no. Because I just don't know what to do with her. Already abang don't like her because she messed up his video camera shot of him dancing...I'll just stand in the neutral zone for this one.
And now we finally get down to the drinking part. The part where I describe in detail exactly what I drank and how I swam on the floor, yadda, yadda, yadda. Well...I drank exactly 1 and a half cans of Carlsberg and took a sip of white wine. Sorry folks, didn't even get a buzz tonight. Although Papa Rod definitely got a buzz and man was he ever so pissed with the great yes-man of KDU. Hahaha. It's times like this we've got to get the yes man out for a good debauchery session and shoved a beer helmet onto his head to get him to lighten up ^_^
Okay...that's my part of what I know happened tonight. For more information, you know whose blog to go to, since if you've got my blog, chances are you've got his blog too.
TTFN.
Hahaha. That's right. The college actually offered us free beer. I'll get right into that later because there's more important things to write about than alcohol. Hehehe.
First off, there's my baby, or rather my power point slide which I made for today's function. Ahh...she worked like an angel...everybody was staring at it everytime she came on the screen...well at least they did the first three times I played it. After that, they just grew tired of it. Who can blame them? She was on screen for about six times, people are bound to get tired of listening to the Star Wars opening theme if it were to play six times to them ^_^
Then there were the performances put on by the SHTCA students and some cheerleaders from God knows where. Not too shabby really, even when the confetti refused to pop and even though Malaysian cheerleaders aren't really noted for their good looks ^_^. Pity the performers though...because I heard one of the lecturers was really harsh about their performance...
Of course, what's a function without speeches? Let's just cut to the chase and say that they were one of the most boring and pointless crap I've ever heard spoken in my entire life. Hell...even the audience agree with me on that, judging by the way they deliberately went back to the cocktails in the middle of each speaker's speech.
Then there was the black sheep of my department, whom is known throughout the class as the Water Filter girl. Black sheep because, of all the people in my group, I have no idea what to do with her because I don't really know her that well and she ended up doing nothing. Do I pity her? Most definitely. Will I ever make it up to her? Most definitely no. Because I just don't know what to do with her. Already abang don't like her because she messed up his video camera shot of him dancing...I'll just stand in the neutral zone for this one.
And now we finally get down to the drinking part. The part where I describe in detail exactly what I drank and how I swam on the floor, yadda, yadda, yadda. Well...I drank exactly 1 and a half cans of Carlsberg and took a sip of white wine. Sorry folks, didn't even get a buzz tonight. Although Papa Rod definitely got a buzz and man was he ever so pissed with the great yes-man of KDU. Hahaha. It's times like this we've got to get the yes man out for a good debauchery session and shoved a beer helmet onto his head to get him to lighten up ^_^
Okay...that's my part of what I know happened tonight. For more information, you know whose blog to go to, since if you've got my blog, chances are you've got his blog too.
TTFN.
Reality Check
Published Wednesday, July 27, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
I open my eyes and I notice that I am in a room with bright lights. I feel like I'm lying on cold steel and I can see two men wearing surgeon's masks, sharpening their knives. One of them, an old, bearded man (I could see the hair sticking out of his mask) picked up a cleaver, saying, Uno, dos, tres, before handing it over to the other man, a nerdy looking guy with thick glasses to boot, saying Would you like to do the Y-incision?
And the other says, Why, certainly... before proceeding to cut me up. No pain...I wonder why...maybe because I'm dead and these guys are suppose to be performing an autopsy...
They've already cut me up and now they're prying my ribcage open. I can see my heart, lungs, stomach, intestines...is that my spleen? My God...it's looks like...a spleen, is the words that come floating through my mind. I wonder what they're going to do next.
Oh...silly me...they're pulling me apart, I think dreamily, as I watch them take my stomach out of me. Good stomach, the nerd says and begins jiggling it. My stomach makes a sloshing sound as he does so; must be my stomach acids.
Well, he won't be needing it anymore, now would he? the old man said with a grin and takes my stomach away before he tosses it over his left shoulder. I hear it land with a plop on something metallic.
True. And he won't be needing this either, the nerd says as he pulls my lungs out. Stop it, you're suffocating me, I think. But I don't feel anything nor do I struggle my breath.
Hey, pop quiz time! What do you think will happen if I pull this out? the old man says and he lifts up one end of my intestine.
I don't know...do you think his buttocks will cave in?
Well...there's one way to find out, and the old man begins to pull my intestines out. This should be interesting, I think as I watch metre after metre of my intestine come out of me. So far, I don't feel anything in my ass...but you never can tell, now can you?
After about a hundred metres of intestines have come out of me, the nerd says, Look, not that this isn't fun and all, but we've got a job to do.
Oh right, yeah...sorry...I almost forgot, the old guy says and drops the piece of intestine he was holding. Then they continue cutting me up.
And then another guy walks into my line of vision. How did he die? he asks.
Oh...death by asphyxiation. No much suffering, and as an added bonus, no disfigurement of the face. Which means that he'll actually look good in that funeral suit you've already bought him, the old man says.
The new guy smiles. Good, his mother will like that, he says as he watches the other two men cutting me up. Then one of them (I can't really tell by now, my vision seems to be getting blurry by the second) reaches into me and pulls out something.
Ah...yes sir...your son has a good heart, one of them says and he places it into another man's hand. Yes sir, indeed.
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Hehehe. Before you think I've gone nuts, this piece of writing was inspired by the season finale of CSI which they just showed on Astro. Now that was weird...
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And the other says, Why, certainly... before proceeding to cut me up. No pain...I wonder why...maybe because I'm dead and these guys are suppose to be performing an autopsy...
They've already cut me up and now they're prying my ribcage open. I can see my heart, lungs, stomach, intestines...is that my spleen? My God...it's looks like...a spleen, is the words that come floating through my mind. I wonder what they're going to do next.
Oh...silly me...they're pulling me apart, I think dreamily, as I watch them take my stomach out of me. Good stomach, the nerd says and begins jiggling it. My stomach makes a sloshing sound as he does so; must be my stomach acids.
Well, he won't be needing it anymore, now would he? the old man said with a grin and takes my stomach away before he tosses it over his left shoulder. I hear it land with a plop on something metallic.
True. And he won't be needing this either, the nerd says as he pulls my lungs out. Stop it, you're suffocating me, I think. But I don't feel anything nor do I struggle my breath.
Hey, pop quiz time! What do you think will happen if I pull this out? the old man says and he lifts up one end of my intestine.
I don't know...do you think his buttocks will cave in?
Well...there's one way to find out, and the old man begins to pull my intestines out. This should be interesting, I think as I watch metre after metre of my intestine come out of me. So far, I don't feel anything in my ass...but you never can tell, now can you?
After about a hundred metres of intestines have come out of me, the nerd says, Look, not that this isn't fun and all, but we've got a job to do.
Oh right, yeah...sorry...I almost forgot, the old guy says and drops the piece of intestine he was holding. Then they continue cutting me up.
And then another guy walks into my line of vision. How did he die? he asks.
Oh...death by asphyxiation. No much suffering, and as an added bonus, no disfigurement of the face. Which means that he'll actually look good in that funeral suit you've already bought him, the old man says.
The new guy smiles. Good, his mother will like that, he says as he watches the other two men cutting me up. Then one of them (I can't really tell by now, my vision seems to be getting blurry by the second) reaches into me and pulls out something.
Ah...yes sir...your son has a good heart, one of them says and he places it into another man's hand. Yes sir, indeed.
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Hehehe. Before you think I've gone nuts, this piece of writing was inspired by the season finale of CSI which they just showed on Astro. Now that was weird...
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D-Day minus 1
Published by Grape_For_Life.
Tomorrow is the big day, the final curtain, the show that would end all shows, the creme de la creme, the time when the fat lady sings, when Obi-Wan says, "Use the Force, Luke," and when you feel like reaching with your hands to strangle Alec Guiness for being a back-seat driver ^_^
Excuse the slight rant above. It's not because I'm feeling nervous. Hell, what do I have to feel nervous about? I'm not doing anything tomorrow. I'm just going to seat in front of the stage, stare at the laptop, make sure that my baby aka the powerpoint presentation runs smoothly, move the table with the projector away when it's time for the performances to start and do all this while I'm dressed up in my full uniform.
What's there to be nervous about? Nothing. I don't feel a thing. Do you feel a thing? I'm pretty sure that you don't feel a thing. Unless you happen to be one of the performers who's going to perform on stage tomorrow. Then you have every excuse to be nervous. I'm not nervous. Are you nervous?
Do I love this rant? Yes, I do. Do I love this insane feeling that's arising when I write this rant? You bet your life, I do. This feels completely insane. I should stop but I'm not going to because I'm loving it.
Am I nervous? Of course not. Why should I be? After all, it's only D-Day minus 1. ^_^
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P.S. Again I reiterate, I'm not feeling the slightest bit nervous. If I am, may I be struck by lightning for the second timemeemeekeslfsdldkfjodhsgfhgryntgruiET;ERUHASNFKSDFIw;hgrhgkernandsklgdfnhgfklnh
P.S.S. Sorry, just got struck by a bolt of lightning. Stupid weather...
Excuse the slight rant above. It's not because I'm feeling nervous. Hell, what do I have to feel nervous about? I'm not doing anything tomorrow. I'm just going to seat in front of the stage, stare at the laptop, make sure that my baby aka the powerpoint presentation runs smoothly, move the table with the projector away when it's time for the performances to start and do all this while I'm dressed up in my full uniform.
What's there to be nervous about? Nothing. I don't feel a thing. Do you feel a thing? I'm pretty sure that you don't feel a thing. Unless you happen to be one of the performers who's going to perform on stage tomorrow. Then you have every excuse to be nervous. I'm not nervous. Are you nervous?
Do I love this rant? Yes, I do. Do I love this insane feeling that's arising when I write this rant? You bet your life, I do. This feels completely insane. I should stop but I'm not going to because I'm loving it.
Am I nervous? Of course not. Why should I be? After all, it's only D-Day minus 1. ^_^
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P.S. Again I reiterate, I'm not feeling the slightest bit nervous. If I am, may I be struck by lightning for the second timemeemeekeslfsdldkfjodhsgfhgryntgruiET;ERUHASNFKSDFIw;hgrhgkernandsklgdfnhgfklnh
P.S.S. Sorry, just got struck by a bolt of lightning. Stupid weather...
Homecomings
Published Tuesday, July 26, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Surprise, surprise. My sister's coming back from Melbourne this Saturday. Not that I'd think that it makes much of difference since the last time she was back home, she sleeps during the day and goes out during the night, thus creating the illusion that she was never back home in the first place ^_^
Can't say that I miss her in the first place because I was never really close to her; she and I are as different as...I can't think up an original comparison for this, so I'll just leave it as we're totally different as different can be. We were never close and we never really went out together like how I sometimes do with my two other siblings.
Can't say that my life will be more interesting because she's back because she was never an important figure in my life before this nor can I say that life will get worse because we never competed with one another for affection or attention.
So what makes her homecoming so special? My guess is that...well, she's family and we always welcome family who comes back, even if we never felt anything for each other. And family always stick together no matter what, right? Of course, there are exceptions to the rule (Paandi's comes to mind)...
Anyways, I guess all that I really want to say is, "Welcome home. "
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Can't say that I miss her in the first place because I was never really close to her; she and I are as different as...I can't think up an original comparison for this, so I'll just leave it as we're totally different as different can be. We were never close and we never really went out together like how I sometimes do with my two other siblings.
Can't say that my life will be more interesting because she's back because she was never an important figure in my life before this nor can I say that life will get worse because we never competed with one another for affection or attention.
So what makes her homecoming so special? My guess is that...well, she's family and we always welcome family who comes back, even if we never felt anything for each other. And family always stick together no matter what, right? Of course, there are exceptions to the rule (Paandi's comes to mind)...
Anyways, I guess all that I really want to say is, "Welcome home. "
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Songs
Published Monday, July 25, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
My sister was playing some songs on the media player a couple of hours ago, mostly choruses that I haven't heard in a long time since I left church a couple of years back. Sure does bring back old memories, both good and bad.
I'll leave the bad out of this post since I don't feel like writing about them but the good, there were plenty of good ones. Like the number of amateur stage shows we put on, or the time we were planning that funfair, or even the time when we went to the bar on Good Friday for a friend's bachelor's party...
I do miss going to church sometimes, when I lie down on bed and I let my mind wonder. Sometimes, I think what would life be like if I was still in church. Definitely not who I am right now, that's for sure. Maybe a little more prudish and uptight...or maybe a little happier and more at peace with the world.
Who can tell? Only God can and I wonder sometimes what does He have in store for me? But then again, who doesn't? Maybe I was suppose to leave church to find out what is life all about. Maybe I was suppose to stay there and be a *shudder* youth counsellor. Now that's a nightmare ^_^
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I'll leave the bad out of this post since I don't feel like writing about them but the good, there were plenty of good ones. Like the number of amateur stage shows we put on, or the time we were planning that funfair, or even the time when we went to the bar on Good Friday for a friend's bachelor's party...
I do miss going to church sometimes, when I lie down on bed and I let my mind wonder. Sometimes, I think what would life be like if I was still in church. Definitely not who I am right now, that's for sure. Maybe a little more prudish and uptight...or maybe a little happier and more at peace with the world.
Who can tell? Only God can and I wonder sometimes what does He have in store for me? But then again, who doesn't? Maybe I was suppose to leave church to find out what is life all about. Maybe I was suppose to stay there and be a *shudder* youth counsellor. Now that's a nightmare ^_^
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Changes
Published Sunday, July 24, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Wanted to change the look of this blog so that it would look much nicer. But, unfortunately for me, it was a little more complicated than expected and I was feeling too lazy to actually both to make the attempt. Stupid uploading process...
On a slightly more serious outlook, all this talk about changing placed a new thought in my mind. Some people said that I've changed a lot in the past couple of months, others think otherwise and say that I haven't grown up yet. While I'm inclined towards the latter (there's a big chunk of Peter Pan in me and I'm not afraid to admit it), it's the former group that made me wonder.
I haven't done much to receive such a comment, only go out with people more often, hang out with them a little more...it's not that big an issue. Sure I got drunk right in front of them and admitted a few things to them but I don't think that's enough to warrant such a statement. So what could it possibly be?
Maybe it's because they haven't seen me like that before. Maybe. The wilder side of me hadn't had a release in a wild and maybe it just decided to come out. I still have a reign on it, but I think it's still out there, letting its hair long and loose, reminding of the days when I used to tie my hair up in a ponytail.
Maybe. But I don't think I've changed that much. I'm still the same emotionally-constipated guy who's afraid of almost everything in this world, especially the Venus of my heart. Hehehe. I guess what they say is true: Le plus de choses change, le plus ils restent pareils.
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On a slightly more serious outlook, all this talk about changing placed a new thought in my mind. Some people said that I've changed a lot in the past couple of months, others think otherwise and say that I haven't grown up yet. While I'm inclined towards the latter (there's a big chunk of Peter Pan in me and I'm not afraid to admit it), it's the former group that made me wonder.
I haven't done much to receive such a comment, only go out with people more often, hang out with them a little more...it's not that big an issue. Sure I got drunk right in front of them and admitted a few things to them but I don't think that's enough to warrant such a statement. So what could it possibly be?
Maybe it's because they haven't seen me like that before. Maybe. The wilder side of me hadn't had a release in a wild and maybe it just decided to come out. I still have a reign on it, but I think it's still out there, letting its hair long and loose, reminding of the days when I used to tie my hair up in a ponytail.
Maybe. But I don't think I've changed that much. I'm still the same emotionally-constipated guy who's afraid of almost everything in this world, especially the Venus of my heart. Hehehe. I guess what they say is true: Le plus de choses change, le plus ils restent pareils.
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In a nutshell
Published Saturday, July 23, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
What can I say about today? Interesting qualifying session? Monotonous day? A Saturday spent doing nothing but staring at the monitor? Reading other people's blogs? Wondering whether should I watch 'The Island'? Playing mini chaffeur for my two younger siblings? A missed 'Kim Possible' episode?
Okay...so that's seven 'yes' over there. So it really is a boring Saturday after all. Nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to write about. *sigh*
Curse you, oh miserable Saturdays! When will this misery end?
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Okay...so that's seven 'yes' over there. So it really is a boring Saturday after all. Nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to write about. *sigh*
Curse you, oh miserable Saturdays! When will this misery end?
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Reminiscence
Published Friday, July 22, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Sometimes, there are times when you just want to just lay back on top of your car hood, stare up into the night sky with an open bottle of beer while there's soft music playing in the background. There's nobody around to disturb your thoughts and you're left alone, the whole night sky just blinking its starry eyes at you. There is nothing but peace and serenity and you know that if there was a time that you're glad that you're alone, this would be one of those nights.
I miss those days when I was alone. There's just some things that I have not done in a long time that I can't do when I'm with others. True, my life have taken a much more livelier turn since I've opened up my gates but there are those times...
*sigh* That's the way the ball bounces, I guess. Sometimes, if you want something, you have to give something up.
Le plus de choses change, le plus ils restent pareils. If only...
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I miss those days when I was alone. There's just some things that I have not done in a long time that I can't do when I'm with others. True, my life have taken a much more livelier turn since I've opened up my gates but there are those times...
*sigh* That's the way the ball bounces, I guess. Sometimes, if you want something, you have to give something up.
Le plus de choses change, le plus ils restent pareils. If only...
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Amityville Hoax
Published Thursday, July 21, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
I'm not here to review that movie (less than average horror movie, but babe factor was there though ^_^) Rather I'm here to do a little paper on that 'true story' bit that the movie so proudly proclaimed it was based on. Here goes:
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November 13 1974
Ronald DeFeo killed his family (his parents, two brothers and two sisters) at 112 Ocean Avenue. He was arrested and sentenced to six consecutive life sentences.
December 18 1975
The Lutzes bought the house, where the DeFeos were killed, for USD80,000 (a bargain price, supossedly). The following month, they left the house on grounds that the house was supposedly haunted.
Apparently, there was something wrong with the house. The really bad smell, black slime, flies, doors wrenched open, 4' high ceramic lion began moving around the house, cloven-hoof tracks, invisible molesters, invisible marching bands, levitation, etc, etc. Yup, something was wrong with the house alright.
Anyways, the couple met an author (Jay Anson) some four years after their escape and told him their story. He wrote it down in a book called The Amityville Horror and it became an instant best-seller.
Here's where the juicy part comes in. The book was so successful, there was a sequel: the Amityville Horror: part 2 where the thing that haunted the Lutzes in 112 Ocean Avenue followed them to their new home and started to wreck havoc there as well. Starting to get a feel of the drift?
Oh, the Lutzes do exist and the house does exist (and it's still there, too) but the ghosts definitely did not exist. What actually happened was that, USD$80,000 was too much was the Lutzes to pay for the damn house and so they had to leave the place. Furthermore, George was under a lot of stress during hat time (failing business, runaway sons, tax problems, the speedboat). So he began to fantasize.
He thought that he was starting to look like Ronald DeFeo and began to think that if he looked like him physically, therefore he had to be the same mentally. He began to think like a psychopath. That's why he was acting like Norman Bates, not because of some house but because he was, well, getting ready to be nuts.
So it was, in a way, a good thing for him to meet Jay Anson, since it provided him with a sort of release from his fantasies. But if the book was to make a profit, it had to be presented as fact and not fiction.
And, so the Amityville Hoax was born.
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Hehehe. Had a little stress to work out, so why not write this? Hope you enjoyed it. If not, hope you enjoyed the little nap I gave you ^_^
TTFN.
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November 13 1974
Ronald DeFeo killed his family (his parents, two brothers and two sisters) at 112 Ocean Avenue. He was arrested and sentenced to six consecutive life sentences.
December 18 1975
The Lutzes bought the house, where the DeFeos were killed, for USD80,000 (a bargain price, supossedly). The following month, they left the house on grounds that the house was supposedly haunted.
Apparently, there was something wrong with the house. The really bad smell, black slime, flies, doors wrenched open, 4' high ceramic lion began moving around the house, cloven-hoof tracks, invisible molesters, invisible marching bands, levitation, etc, etc. Yup, something was wrong with the house alright.
Anyways, the couple met an author (Jay Anson) some four years after their escape and told him their story. He wrote it down in a book called The Amityville Horror and it became an instant best-seller.
Here's where the juicy part comes in. The book was so successful, there was a sequel: the Amityville Horror: part 2 where the thing that haunted the Lutzes in 112 Ocean Avenue followed them to their new home and started to wreck havoc there as well. Starting to get a feel of the drift?
Oh, the Lutzes do exist and the house does exist (and it's still there, too) but the ghosts definitely did not exist. What actually happened was that, USD$80,000 was too much was the Lutzes to pay for the damn house and so they had to leave the place. Furthermore, George was under a lot of stress during hat time (failing business, runaway sons, tax problems, the speedboat). So he began to fantasize.
He thought that he was starting to look like Ronald DeFeo and began to think that if he looked like him physically, therefore he had to be the same mentally. He began to think like a psychopath. That's why he was acting like Norman Bates, not because of some house but because he was, well, getting ready to be nuts.
So it was, in a way, a good thing for him to meet Jay Anson, since it provided him with a sort of release from his fantasies. But if the book was to make a profit, it had to be presented as fact and not fiction.
And, so the Amityville Hoax was born.
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Hehehe. Had a little stress to work out, so why not write this? Hope you enjoyed it. If not, hope you enjoyed the little nap I gave you ^_^
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The End
Published Wednesday, July 20, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
After a long, ardous journey, the road has finally come to an end and all who are weary may stop to drink. No need to stop and gaze around at the stars to see where I am because I know that I have arrived.
Sweet, sweet, is the sound of birds singing as I stare blissfully into the wild, blue horizon. Worries have faded away, nothing is left to tear away this wondrous sensations. No baying hounds may nip at my feet and no rogues may snatch my treasures away.
Angels sound their trumpet calls and I look into the distance. I see the Venus of my heart walking towards me, a smile etched on her radiant face that fills my chest with rapturous sensations and I know I will be happy...
Ah, the pure rhapsody of life that awaits...
Oh, in case any of you guys who are reading this think that I'm high on heroin or something like that, relax. I'm just gushing over the fact that I don't have to do a dissertation anymore. Hehehe...
TTFN.
Sweet, sweet, is the sound of birds singing as I stare blissfully into the wild, blue horizon. Worries have faded away, nothing is left to tear away this wondrous sensations. No baying hounds may nip at my feet and no rogues may snatch my treasures away.
Angels sound their trumpet calls and I look into the distance. I see the Venus of my heart walking towards me, a smile etched on her radiant face that fills my chest with rapturous sensations and I know I will be happy...
Ah, the pure rhapsody of life that awaits...
Oh, in case any of you guys who are reading this think that I'm high on heroin or something like that, relax. I'm just gushing over the fact that I don't have to do a dissertation anymore. Hehehe...
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Woody wood
Published Tuesday, July 19, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
A visiting lecturer dropped by from my college's partner university in Switzerland. From what I heard, he's suppose to be a real terror in class and all that other jazz. But me being me, I thought, "Let's just wait and see what's he like before I really judge him."
Okay...so maybe I should have listened to others in this case.
What's the best way to describe this guy? I think this quote ought to do the trick:
[Cyclops doesn't know if Logan's an imposter]
Wolverine: It's me!
Cyclops: Prove it!
Wolverine: You're a dick.
Cyclops: Okay.
No, seriously. That's what I thought about the guy. No one gets away with accusing me of sending an SMS, especially when my phone is in my pocket and my hands are in plain sight of his 'laser eyeballs' and gets away without being insulted, one way or the other.
So what if he's a visiting lecturer who happens to be the head of that Swiss university or something like that? A fat ass like that ought to at least learn to have some respect for people and not say that they're a bunch of softies who still like to live with their mummies and daddies? Yeesh, just because you don't live with your mummy and daddy doesn't mean that we can't. Or is it because they're already dead, dickhead?
Of course this is just my personal opinion about him. If anyone of you thinks that he's the next best thing in this world since God, be my guest, go ahead and kiss his ass. I'm not going to be doing that anytime soon.
TTFN.
Okay...so maybe I should have listened to others in this case.
What's the best way to describe this guy? I think this quote ought to do the trick:
[Cyclops doesn't know if Logan's an imposter]
Wolverine: It's me!
Cyclops: Prove it!
Wolverine: You're a dick.
Cyclops: Okay.
No, seriously. That's what I thought about the guy. No one gets away with accusing me of sending an SMS, especially when my phone is in my pocket and my hands are in plain sight of his 'laser eyeballs' and gets away without being insulted, one way or the other.
So what if he's a visiting lecturer who happens to be the head of that Swiss university or something like that? A fat ass like that ought to at least learn to have some respect for people and not say that they're a bunch of softies who still like to live with their mummies and daddies? Yeesh, just because you don't live with your mummy and daddy doesn't mean that we can't. Or is it because they're already dead, dickhead?
Of course this is just my personal opinion about him. If anyone of you thinks that he's the next best thing in this world since God, be my guest, go ahead and kiss his ass. I'm not going to be doing that anytime soon.
TTFN.
The power of diarrhea
Published Monday, July 18, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Never underestimate it. I had a case of food poisoning last night, sometime after I finished up my last posting. I ended up paying a visit to the toilet once every ten minutes and purging the pitiful remains of my dinner and supper down the drain. Hell, my ass is still hurting from the number of times I had to wipe it, even though it's been hours since my last visit to the loo (thank God for small miracles).
Incidentally, this is not the first time my family had a case of food poisoning after a visit to a Ramlee burger stall. In fact, this is the third time it happened (on each occasion, it happened to different persons) so I'm sensing a definite pattern going on here...I just can't put my finger on it...
Hehehe...
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Incidentally, this is not the first time my family had a case of food poisoning after a visit to a Ramlee burger stall. In fact, this is the third time it happened (on each occasion, it happened to different persons) so I'm sensing a definite pattern going on here...I just can't put my finger on it...
Hehehe...
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Movie Spree
Published Sunday, July 17, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Got a couple of dvds the night before and today I had a good watch. I know I'm suppose to be working on that power point slide...but who wants to?
First one was 'Madagascar'. You know, the one about the four animals who got themselves kicked out of the New York zoo and wound up in some abandoned island? The one which was supposed to be damn funny? Problem is, I didn't laugh once. Not that I lost my sense of humour or anything, but the movie was just plain not funny. No new jokes, same old, same old...and Ben Stiller's in it, too. He's getting on my nerves...wonderful in 'Something about Mary' and 'Meet the Parents' but too damn offensive in 'Zoolander'. If you haven't watched that one, well...there is a reason why they banned that movie here in Malaysia and it's not a stupid one, like 'Daredevil'. Hell...it's actually a damn good reason.
The next movie I watched, was a damn sight better. Frodo grows claws and fangs and begins to feed on human flesh, Rory grows up and becomes a hooker (and she don't do no talk-job either, hehehe), John Connor gets his balls ripped off by John McClane, who later proceeds to get it on with Max, Suki pretends to be Ruroni Kenshin and gets away with it too and I could just go on and on...
What movie am I talking about? The ultra delicious 'Sin City', hehehe. Normally, I'd give noir films a wide drift since I don't really understand them at all but I caught a preview of this at the dvd shop last night and I was reeled in by the fisherman. Great story (three of them, in fact, all linked together by common denominators), lovely CGI, Quentin Tarantino doing his bit directing, great camera shots, lovely action sequence...what more can you ask of a movie?
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First one was 'Madagascar'. You know, the one about the four animals who got themselves kicked out of the New York zoo and wound up in some abandoned island? The one which was supposed to be damn funny? Problem is, I didn't laugh once. Not that I lost my sense of humour or anything, but the movie was just plain not funny. No new jokes, same old, same old...and Ben Stiller's in it, too. He's getting on my nerves...wonderful in 'Something about Mary' and 'Meet the Parents' but too damn offensive in 'Zoolander'. If you haven't watched that one, well...there is a reason why they banned that movie here in Malaysia and it's not a stupid one, like 'Daredevil'. Hell...it's actually a damn good reason.
The next movie I watched, was a damn sight better. Frodo grows claws and fangs and begins to feed on human flesh, Rory grows up and becomes a hooker (and she don't do no talk-job either, hehehe), John Connor gets his balls ripped off by John McClane, who later proceeds to get it on with Max, Suki pretends to be Ruroni Kenshin and gets away with it too and I could just go on and on...
What movie am I talking about? The ultra delicious 'Sin City', hehehe. Normally, I'd give noir films a wide drift since I don't really understand them at all but I caught a preview of this at the dvd shop last night and I was reeled in by the fisherman. Great story (three of them, in fact, all linked together by common denominators), lovely CGI, Quentin Tarantino doing his bit directing, great camera shots, lovely action sequence...what more can you ask of a movie?
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Fantastic Four
Published Saturday, July 16, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Okay...what can I say about it? I don't really read the Fantastic Four comics since Marvel's first family doesn't really interest me that much (it's their second creation that holds a special place in my collection and thus my wallet ^_^) but I do know enough about them that I can say this: that's not Victor Von Doom!
What happened to the egotistical man who saw the tiniest of scar on his face and thought that it was God's punishment on him for being the greatest man alive? Where the hell was the man who travelled to Tibet to make an iron mask? Where is the man who was so impatient to hide his face from the rest of the world that he put on a still scorching iron mask onto his face (and thus really disfigured his face)?
Instead, what we got on the silver screen was Phoebe's husband.
Don't get me wrong. Julian McMahon is probably the best thing that happened in Charmed (which goes without saying...) but I think he needs to get out of whole Cole Turner act. It's cool the first couple of times we watch it but that act just gets so passe after a while.
I love Michael Chiklis in the Shield and I love him as Ben Grimm. But as the Thing...he's just too short for the part. Chris Evans was just like James Marsden in the two X-Men movies: pretty boy for the girls to ogle at and nothing more. Jessica Alba was a stripper in Sin City. In Fantastic Four, she strips in front of the entire city. Ioan Gruffud was the most interesting of the lot, being able to miss Alba's exposed cleavage in the first ten minutes of the movie and having almost the same problems as I have (he thinks too much and never acts on them. So do I.) Well...at least it was him and not Brendan Fraser or George Clooney. That would have sent the movie to movie hell on the spot.
*Sigh* On the plus side, the Thing said "It's clobberin' time!" (not very convincingly but still, it's better than waiting for the Hulk to say "Hulk smash!") and it's much better than Daredevil, Elektra and the Hulk. Which isn't saying much in the first place.
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What happened to the egotistical man who saw the tiniest of scar on his face and thought that it was God's punishment on him for being the greatest man alive? Where the hell was the man who travelled to Tibet to make an iron mask? Where is the man who was so impatient to hide his face from the rest of the world that he put on a still scorching iron mask onto his face (and thus really disfigured his face)?
Instead, what we got on the silver screen was Phoebe's husband.
Don't get me wrong. Julian McMahon is probably the best thing that happened in Charmed (which goes without saying...) but I think he needs to get out of whole Cole Turner act. It's cool the first couple of times we watch it but that act just gets so passe after a while.
I love Michael Chiklis in the Shield and I love him as Ben Grimm. But as the Thing...he's just too short for the part. Chris Evans was just like James Marsden in the two X-Men movies: pretty boy for the girls to ogle at and nothing more. Jessica Alba was a stripper in Sin City. In Fantastic Four, she strips in front of the entire city. Ioan Gruffud was the most interesting of the lot, being able to miss Alba's exposed cleavage in the first ten minutes of the movie and having almost the same problems as I have (he thinks too much and never acts on them. So do I.) Well...at least it was him and not Brendan Fraser or George Clooney. That would have sent the movie to movie hell on the spot.
*Sigh* On the plus side, the Thing said "It's clobberin' time!" (not very convincingly but still, it's better than waiting for the Hulk to say "Hulk smash!") and it's much better than Daredevil, Elektra and the Hulk. Which isn't saying much in the first place.
TTFN.
Anime talk
Published Friday, July 15, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
I was talking to a friend when I was sending him back about anime or rather a particular anime, namely Ragnarok Online the animation. It might come as a surprise to some that I'm not particularly fond of anime due to the fact that you've seen one, you've seen them all. Unless the particular anime has some special qualities about it, there's nothing really special about them.
Which probably explains why I have yet to watch any of the Gundam series, couldn't really be bothered by the Naruto series, absolutely hate Gensomaden Saiyuki series, had a brain haemorrhage when watching Evangelion and died of frustration watching Cooking Master boy. *Shudder* Let's not even talk about Sailormoon, Fruit basket and Revolutionary Princess Utena...those are real mind blowers, especially the last one. I couldn't even understand what the hell was it all about.
Then there's other gems like Appleseed (I really regret buying that dvd now...stupid movie...I couldn't even tell whether the main character was a guy or a girl until someone pointed out her really, really, really, really, really, really small tits) and Xenosaga the animation (if you thought the original game was too fucking long, then this one is too fucking short). Of course there's also Burst Angels, which is nothing more than an average guy's wet dream (which means it's not mine) come true, which includes impossibly huge tits, scantily clad women walking around and emptying clips of bullets while spraying at each other in extermely close range without even hitting each other...
I could go on and on but suffice to say, anime really isn't my cup of tea despite what people think. Of course, people still think that I like to hang out in the library, so there...
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Which probably explains why I have yet to watch any of the Gundam series, couldn't really be bothered by the Naruto series, absolutely hate Gensomaden Saiyuki series, had a brain haemorrhage when watching Evangelion and died of frustration watching Cooking Master boy. *Shudder* Let's not even talk about Sailormoon, Fruit basket and Revolutionary Princess Utena...those are real mind blowers, especially the last one. I couldn't even understand what the hell was it all about.
Then there's other gems like Appleseed (I really regret buying that dvd now...stupid movie...I couldn't even tell whether the main character was a guy or a girl until someone pointed out her really, really, really, really, really, really small tits) and Xenosaga the animation (if you thought the original game was too fucking long, then this one is too fucking short). Of course there's also Burst Angels, which is nothing more than an average guy's wet dream (which means it's not mine) come true, which includes impossibly huge tits, scantily clad women walking around and emptying clips of bullets while spraying at each other in extermely close range without even hitting each other...
I could go on and on but suffice to say, anime really isn't my cup of tea despite what people think. Of course, people still think that I like to hang out in the library, so there...
TTFN.
Nothing to write about
Published Thursday, July 14, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Hahaha. I really have nothing to write about today. It's been a perfectly dull day, of which the highlight was I went back to my official house and have to fend off the attentions of my grandmother, who wants me to go to sleep with her because she's afraid of the dark and can't sleep because of that.
Sigh...hoepfully this doesn't happen too often; otherwise you'll be seeing 'Nothing to write about Part II' too soon for my liking.
TTFN.
Sigh...hoepfully this doesn't happen too often; otherwise you'll be seeing 'Nothing to write about Part II' too soon for my liking.
TTFN.
What if?
Published Wednesday, July 13, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
What if I never
walked into that corridor?
Would I still meet you?
What then would life be
like? Am I still who I am,
the guy writing this?
Maybe yes, or I
think not. Who knows, except God,
who isn't telling.
What if I stayed on?
Would I be a better man,
or remain the same?
Would I be happy
Doing what I did or would
I just carry on?
Twenty years may pass,
But the answer will remain
far beyond my reach.
All things change but all
remain the same and I know
this to be so true.
That I would not give
up this life that I have lived,
without regrets too.
Because I would not
bear to live a life without
the thoughts that I've gained
The thoughts which include
Memories of friends and love,
Of hope and twilights.
So, no more what ifs.
No more wondering what life
is like some place else.
Because it's enough
To be here, waiting for all
To return home soon.
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Hehehe. Had to put this down into words before I forget it. Inspired by someone I was talking via messenger. We were talking about what ifs and it came down to what if I never quit my first course and went on to take up this new course. Well...I guess this is one of the answers that I could come up with. ^_^
TTFN.
walked into that corridor?
Would I still meet you?
What then would life be
like? Am I still who I am,
the guy writing this?
Maybe yes, or I
think not. Who knows, except God,
who isn't telling.
What if I stayed on?
Would I be a better man,
or remain the same?
Would I be happy
Doing what I did or would
I just carry on?
Twenty years may pass,
But the answer will remain
far beyond my reach.
All things change but all
remain the same and I know
this to be so true.
That I would not give
up this life that I have lived,
without regrets too.
Because I would not
bear to live a life without
the thoughts that I've gained
The thoughts which include
Memories of friends and love,
Of hope and twilights.
So, no more what ifs.
No more wondering what life
is like some place else.
Because it's enough
To be here, waiting for all
To return home soon.
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Hehehe. Had to put this down into words before I forget it. Inspired by someone I was talking via messenger. We were talking about what ifs and it came down to what if I never quit my first course and went on to take up this new course. Well...I guess this is one of the answers that I could come up with. ^_^
TTFN.
HRM, economics and phone sex
Published by Grape_For_Life.
This has got to be one of the more interesting human resource management lessons that I've had in...well...cancel the 'in' and replace it with 'ever'. It was that damn interesting. Hell...I didn't even feel like falling asleep even when it went from HR stuffs to economics. And for those of you who've done economics with you-know-who, man...you'd wish you had this guy teaching us economics instead.
And what does phone sex have to do with all this? Hehehe...let's just say that outsourcing never had a more interesting function in the history of HR ever.
Sigh...if only we had him earlier in our studies...
And what does phone sex have to do with all this? Hehehe...let's just say that outsourcing never had a more interesting function in the history of HR ever.
Sigh...if only we had him earlier in our studies...
Dissertation
Published Tuesday, July 12, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
I was talking to a friend about a couple of potential dissertation topics that we could possibly do for this semester and here's a couple that popped up on my wishlist:
1) The philosophies of the Force
2) 101 ways to kill a Jedi
3) The seven Matrixes
4) The ghosts of Malaysia
5) Diablo 2
6) World Cup 2006
7) Mclaren (in case you haven't noticed...)
8) Wolverhampton FC (so I'm a Wolves fan. Deal with it :-P)
9) Final Fantasy Advent Children
10) Couples in the Lord of the Ring (with special focus on Galadriel and Gimli ^_^ Those of you who read the series will know what I'm talking about)
11) The Dark Tower
12) Dungeons and Dragons vs Shadowrun
13) Superstitions of the world
14) The mind
15) What lies beyond the veil of death
*Sigh*...if I could do any of these, I'm pretty damn sure that I could come up with an A...too bad none of them has anything to do with the course that I'm studying right now...That's why it's called a wishlist ^_^ TTFN
1) The philosophies of the Force
2) 101 ways to kill a Jedi
3) The seven Matrixes
4) The ghosts of Malaysia
5) Diablo 2
6) World Cup 2006
7) Mclaren (in case you haven't noticed...)
8) Wolverhampton FC (so I'm a Wolves fan. Deal with it :-P)
9) Final Fantasy Advent Children
10) Couples in the Lord of the Ring (with special focus on Galadriel and Gimli ^_^ Those of you who read the series will know what I'm talking about)
11) The Dark Tower
12) Dungeons and Dragons vs Shadowrun
13) Superstitions of the world
14) The mind
15) What lies beyond the veil of death
*Sigh*...if I could do any of these, I'm pretty damn sure that I could come up with an A...too bad none of them has anything to do with the course that I'm studying right now...That's why it's called a wishlist ^_^ TTFN
6C's
Published Monday, July 11, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Somebody once said that women wanted 5C's from men: cash, car, condo, cellphone and credit cards (this may seem like 6C's already but I'm grouping the two c's for credit card as one). Well today, someone else added an extra C to the group: character.
It's not exactly the first time I heard this: most of the women I talk to always say that the thing that they look for in a man is security; not just financial security but emotional and mental security as well. But this would probably be the first time that a guy is actually going to write this down and thus screw up the perceived natural order of life...
Hehehe...I guess that sixth C is really going to knock me out of contention when it comes to serious courting because for the life of me, I can't seem to find any character in me. I generate characters for D&D and Shadowrun by the dozens everyday just to keep myself amuse and I can't find something that is worthwhile about myself to present to others. Hehe...talk about irony...
Well...what can I say? Maybe I'm just better off leaving her to someone better than myself...yeah, that's just probably what I'll do...
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to run away again. TTFN.
It's not exactly the first time I heard this: most of the women I talk to always say that the thing that they look for in a man is security; not just financial security but emotional and mental security as well. But this would probably be the first time that a guy is actually going to write this down and thus screw up the perceived natural order of life...
Hehehe...I guess that sixth C is really going to knock me out of contention when it comes to serious courting because for the life of me, I can't seem to find any character in me. I generate characters for D&D and Shadowrun by the dozens everyday just to keep myself amuse and I can't find something that is worthwhile about myself to present to others. Hehe...talk about irony...
Well...what can I say? Maybe I'm just better off leaving her to someone better than myself...yeah, that's just probably what I'll do...
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to run away again. TTFN.
First Days
Published by Grape_For_Life.
First days are always the weirdest days for me. Take for example, today. It's the start of my degree studies, and since not all of those who studied with me in the previous semester are not here, it feels a little hollow at the moment. But at the same time, there's plenty of new people in the class, some are old students and others are new. This makes it a little awkward in the sense that there are...how shall I put it...intruders is the best way to describe them at the moment since they're new and have jumped into this circle. But these kinds of things have a way of sorting themselves out as time goes by and I'm stuck with them for one year so I'd better get use to it as soon as possible ^_^
Of course, this being the first day and all that, this means also first time classes, in which people normally spend time getting to know the new lecturers and all that other jazz. Problem is, there's no real new lecturers to meet. Just the same old, same old but very much welcome faces (familiarity has its advantages ^_^) except for our esteemed AA, whom I never really met before since he never lectured for any of my classes previously. So...there's something to look forward to...I think...
New faces, new lecturers...what else have I missed out...oh yeah...new subjects. Screw that. We haven't even started on the lessons yet, so that'll be left for another posting, I suppose. TTFN.
P.S. wanted to watch Amityville Horror (and Melissa George, too, hehehe) but instead ended with a network session of Diablo 2. Ah...the sacrifices we make in order to satisfy our base needs...
Of course, this being the first day and all that, this means also first time classes, in which people normally spend time getting to know the new lecturers and all that other jazz. Problem is, there's no real new lecturers to meet. Just the same old, same old but very much welcome faces (familiarity has its advantages ^_^) except for our esteemed AA, whom I never really met before since he never lectured for any of my classes previously. So...there's something to look forward to...I think...
New faces, new lecturers...what else have I missed out...oh yeah...new subjects. Screw that. We haven't even started on the lessons yet, so that'll be left for another posting, I suppose. TTFN.
P.S. wanted to watch Amityville Horror (and Melissa George, too, hehehe) but instead ended with a network session of Diablo 2. Ah...the sacrifices we make in order to satisfy our base needs...
Silverstone
Published Sunday, July 10, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
So ends a great race (great being that Mclaren got a 1-3 victory, with Alonso with the spoiler of the Mclaren party). Hehehe. Montoya was excellent during this race; he kept his cool and didn't do any mistakes this time around. He totally deserves this victory. Kudos to Raikkonen for pushing his way up to third from twelfth spot on the grid and bigger kudos to the Mclaren team for getting the victory ^_^
On a more somber note, it was great to see such a huge crowd at Silverstone (some 100 thousand people turned up to watch the race). This, despite of...or maybe it was done to spite of the Thursday's London bombing. Also it was nice to see the three men on the podium forego the whole champagne spraying part as a sign of respect to those lost in the London bombing. Give Montoya an extra five points for initiating that move ^_^
I had waited until today to see how the bombings would affect today's race before I wrote my thoughts about the London bombings and I believe it is worth the wait. You may be thinking why wait for the race to take place? Why not just write it immediately? Simple: I wanted to see how the people would react to the bombing.
Not from their daily routine, which is what others would do but from their participation of a race. That so many people turned up meant one thing: we, as humans, will continue to enjoy our lives, despite the horrors that others would unleash upon us. You may try to ruin our lives, tear us down, cripple us even but we will march on and soon today's hurts will become tomorrow's scars. They are still there, an ugly reminder of what you have done to us but we are still alive and we will continue to enjoy our short lives to the fullest and thus you have failed because you have failed to break our spirit.
If I could, I'd leave a flower at the end of this post as a sign of my respect to those lost in the bombings and to those who lost someone in those attacks. God bless all of them and may He comfort them in this time of bereavement and waiting.
TTFN.
On a more somber note, it was great to see such a huge crowd at Silverstone (some 100 thousand people turned up to watch the race). This, despite of...or maybe it was done to spite of the Thursday's London bombing. Also it was nice to see the three men on the podium forego the whole champagne spraying part as a sign of respect to those lost in the London bombing. Give Montoya an extra five points for initiating that move ^_^
I had waited until today to see how the bombings would affect today's race before I wrote my thoughts about the London bombings and I believe it is worth the wait. You may be thinking why wait for the race to take place? Why not just write it immediately? Simple: I wanted to see how the people would react to the bombing.
Not from their daily routine, which is what others would do but from their participation of a race. That so many people turned up meant one thing: we, as humans, will continue to enjoy our lives, despite the horrors that others would unleash upon us. You may try to ruin our lives, tear us down, cripple us even but we will march on and soon today's hurts will become tomorrow's scars. They are still there, an ugly reminder of what you have done to us but we are still alive and we will continue to enjoy our short lives to the fullest and thus you have failed because you have failed to break our spirit.
If I could, I'd leave a flower at the end of this post as a sign of my respect to those lost in the bombings and to those who lost someone in those attacks. God bless all of them and may He comfort them in this time of bereavement and waiting.
TTFN.
The banality of boredom
Published by Grape_For_Life.
I have no idea what banality means though...it sounds cool so I decided to use it for the titlehead. Makes it sound like I know what I'm doing. Hehehe.
I'm here, about an hour has passed since my previous posting. I'm watching a fat fly crawl across my PC screen. All of a sudden, I'm thinking about a Macintosh and how I hate the single button mouse which they use for the damn thing. Then my eyes return back to the fly and I watch it fall down onto the table because it's too fat too actually crawl up the PC screen. Hopefully it'll break something the next time it falls.
Then all of a sudden, I'm thinking about rabbits and monkeys...more specifically Monty Python. Killer rabbit and the holy hand grenade of Antioch...hmmm...Not two, not four but three. Five is not the number that I want...
Sigh...boredom really suxxor big time...TTFN.
P.S. I went to make a check on what banality meant. Simlpy put, it means a state that is lacking in originality. I guess that's the best way to describe boredom.
I'm here, about an hour has passed since my previous posting. I'm watching a fat fly crawl across my PC screen. All of a sudden, I'm thinking about a Macintosh and how I hate the single button mouse which they use for the damn thing. Then my eyes return back to the fly and I watch it fall down onto the table because it's too fat too actually crawl up the PC screen. Hopefully it'll break something the next time it falls.
Then all of a sudden, I'm thinking about rabbits and monkeys...more specifically Monty Python. Killer rabbit and the holy hand grenade of Antioch...hmmm...Not two, not four but three. Five is not the number that I want...
Sigh...boredom really suxxor big time...TTFN.
P.S. I went to make a check on what banality meant. Simlpy put, it means a state that is lacking in originality. I guess that's the best way to describe boredom.
Class Reunion
Published Saturday, July 09, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
I didn't go for it. Hehehe. Bet that came as a surprise, huh? It's not because of my flu though, since it's cleared off this morning. Rather it had something to do with the fact that a) I just sent my car to the workshop and so I'm left carless for the next couple of days and b) I don't know where the hell is the venue suppose to be.
Problem is I got a message stating that it's suppose to be at so-and-so's house, which is fine and all that except for one thing: I don't know where it is. Very smart of them...Remind me to rub this into their face the next time I see them.
Oh well...the only thing I'd probably missed from the reunion is the chance to write about it. Too bad for me, I guess. Maybe, the next one, perhaps? Which judging by the last time they had one, will be in about, oh...say five years time. Hopefully I would have forgotten all the bad things and remember only the good...what little there is.
TTFN.
Problem is I got a message stating that it's suppose to be at so-and-so's house, which is fine and all that except for one thing: I don't know where it is. Very smart of them...Remind me to rub this into their face the next time I see them.
Oh well...the only thing I'd probably missed from the reunion is the chance to write about it. Too bad for me, I guess. Maybe, the next one, perhaps? Which judging by the last time they had one, will be in about, oh...say five years time. Hopefully I would have forgotten all the bad things and remember only the good...what little there is.
TTFN.
Old flames
Published Friday, July 08, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
I got a call from another of my ex-classmates again...this time though, it's a little different. Not complicated, just different. Well, the thing is that this time, the one who called is a girl whom I liked when back in the old days. Okay...so I exagerrated a little when I said that I hated everyone back in those days. But anyways, I'm digressing.
It was...shall we say, an interesting experience talking to her because I was trying to tell her that I can't go because of my stupid flu and she was trying to persuade me to go because it's been five years since the last reunion, et cetera, et cetera. We got it down to a stalemate but chances I don't think I'll be going anyways because I've got to send the car to the workshop tomorrow and there's the damn flu to begin with in the first place.
But she did got me thinking though (hehehe...I'm beginning to see a pattern in my chain of thoughts over here) and that is: maybe it's time for me to go and face my past. It sucked, most definitely and I've been running away from it ever since I got the chance to do so. So, is it the time for me to actually go forth and face my demons? Or should I just give in to the king coward persona that is an intergral part of my psyche since the day I was born?
The answer, I guess, will come to me tomorrow. Right now, my nose is positively killing me. TTFN.
It was...shall we say, an interesting experience talking to her because I was trying to tell her that I can't go because of my stupid flu and she was trying to persuade me to go because it's been five years since the last reunion, et cetera, et cetera. We got it down to a stalemate but chances I don't think I'll be going anyways because I've got to send the car to the workshop tomorrow and there's the damn flu to begin with in the first place.
But she did got me thinking though (hehehe...I'm beginning to see a pattern in my chain of thoughts over here) and that is: maybe it's time for me to go and face my past. It sucked, most definitely and I've been running away from it ever since I got the chance to do so. So, is it the time for me to actually go forth and face my demons? Or should I just give in to the king coward persona that is an intergral part of my psyche since the day I was born?
The answer, I guess, will come to me tomorrow. Right now, my nose is positively killing me. TTFN.
Bad luck runs three times in a row
Published Thursday, July 07, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
First my car gets smashed, now I get a flu attack. What's next? The moon comes crashing down to earth while I'm the middle of typing this thing out? I hope not. It's already been a crazy up and down week as it is, what with people leaving for Switzerland, useless seminars and intense network Diablo 2-ing and the car crash. Now the flu attack comes in and I'm going 'Oh crap...'
How do I know I'm getting the flu? Simple: I've got the sniffles. If I have the sniffles, that means I'll be swallowing my saliva tonight. If I swallow my saliva tonight, it means that I'm going to have a sore throat. If I get a sore throat, I'll get a fever and a blocked nose because I can't breath properly. And that's how I'll be getting a flu and of course, that's the guide to my body's S.O.P. of immunity system breakdown in case of a flu attack. Hopefully that panadol I just took will help with the flu. I hate the flu...it means that I won't be able to sleep at all tonight...
Oh well...at least I can get down to watching Monty Python...TTFN.
How do I know I'm getting the flu? Simple: I've got the sniffles. If I have the sniffles, that means I'll be swallowing my saliva tonight. If I swallow my saliva tonight, it means that I'm going to have a sore throat. If I get a sore throat, I'll get a fever and a blocked nose because I can't breath properly. And that's how I'll be getting a flu and of course, that's the guide to my body's S.O.P. of immunity system breakdown in case of a flu attack. Hopefully that panadol I just took will help with the flu. I hate the flu...it means that I won't be able to sleep at all tonight...
Oh well...at least I can get down to watching Monty Python...TTFN.
Got into an accident today. Behold the power of two cars colliding into each other. This has got to be one hell of an unlucky day. 
Group shot of most of us who were at the airport last night since our great 'abang' left before this shot.
Nothing
Published by Grape_For_Life.
You know what was the one thing that hurt the most last night? It wasn't the part when everybody were all getting ready to leave. It wasn't the part where I saw my gift to her being opened up just like that in order to salvage the stupid gift box nor was it the fact that I didn't have the guts to talk to her one last time before she left.
It was the way back to PJ that did it. Because that was the time when I realised I had not lost anything at all during that final farewell. And that's really, really hurts because it meant that I had nothing to begin with in the first place. Absolutely nothing.
Damn...I'm going to need another dose of happy pills. Maybe Smirnoff as well, just in case. TTFN.
It was the way back to PJ that did it. Because that was the time when I realised I had not lost anything at all during that final farewell. And that's really, really hurts because it meant that I had nothing to begin with in the first place. Absolutely nothing.
Damn...I'm going to need another dose of happy pills. Maybe Smirnoff as well, just in case. TTFN.
Worry about you
Published Tuesday, July 05, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
****
I know that I'll be too damn drunk to type it out later tonight so I might as well do it now.
****
I'll think of you in my dreams.
You'll never know just what you mean to me.....
....to me.
****
My second song-post (not unlike a songfic) and again it's dedicated to those of you who's going to leave for Switzerland today. God bless you and I know that I'll still worry about you while you're gone.
****
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
****
Do your best to graduate and I'll do the same too. Don't be too long in Switzerland and when you come back, we'll all be waiting for you guys.
****
I'll think of you night and day.
I'll never know just what you meant to say....
....to say.
****
I don't know if she'll read this (I hope not otherwise there goes my sanity and my image, what's left of it, that is...) but I'll think of her night and day and may God keep her safe from anything bad and no, I still don't have the guts to tell her the truth.
I guess that's it for now. See you at the airport later. TTFN.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
****
I know that I'll be too damn drunk to type it out later tonight so I might as well do it now.
****
I'll think of you in my dreams.
You'll never know just what you mean to me.....
....to me.
****
My second song-post (not unlike a songfic) and again it's dedicated to those of you who's going to leave for Switzerland today. God bless you and I know that I'll still worry about you while you're gone.
****
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
****
Do your best to graduate and I'll do the same too. Don't be too long in Switzerland and when you come back, we'll all be waiting for you guys.
****
I'll think of you night and day.
I'll never know just what you meant to say....
....to say.
****
I don't know if she'll read this (I hope not otherwise there goes my sanity and my image, what's left of it, that is...) but I'll think of her night and day and may God keep her safe from anything bad and no, I still don't have the guts to tell her the truth.
I guess that's it for now. See you at the airport later. TTFN.
Leaving on a jet plane
Published Monday, July 04, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn'
The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
****
Tomorrow's the grand day. They leave and I'll be back at square one again. Well maybe not square one...I think square two would be the right one.
****
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
****
So where will I be without them? At home watching tv and playing the PC. I guess I do owe it to them to at least make a final appearance. I hate to go too but for friendship's sake...and besides, I hate to see all those stuff lie around in the house collecting dust ^_^
****
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
but tell him that they don't mean a thing
Every place I go I’ll think of you
Every song I sing I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring
****
What about her? I still don't have the courage and I certainly am not going to say anything but goodbye. Peace of mind will be mine at least.
****
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
****
Peace of mind but not peace of heart. Two entirely different things altogether. But I'm a coward and that's the coward's way out. That's what I get for not being brave, I guess. Maybe some other time...
****
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
by the times that I won't have to say
****
So my first farewell to you guys who are leaving for Switzerland. Come back and make sure that you've graduated and I'll make sure that I'll do the same. That's a promise to you guys I guess.
****
Oh kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But I'm leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
****
And who knows? Maybe I just be there to say 'Welcome back' when you guys come home. Hehehe ^_^ TC and TTFN.
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn'
The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
****
Tomorrow's the grand day. They leave and I'll be back at square one again. Well maybe not square one...I think square two would be the right one.
****
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
****
So where will I be without them? At home watching tv and playing the PC. I guess I do owe it to them to at least make a final appearance. I hate to go too but for friendship's sake...and besides, I hate to see all those stuff lie around in the house collecting dust ^_^
****
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
but tell him that they don't mean a thing
Every place I go I’ll think of you
Every song I sing I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring
****
What about her? I still don't have the courage and I certainly am not going to say anything but goodbye. Peace of mind will be mine at least.
****
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
****
Peace of mind but not peace of heart. Two entirely different things altogether. But I'm a coward and that's the coward's way out. That's what I get for not being brave, I guess. Maybe some other time...
****
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
by the times that I won't have to say
****
So my first farewell to you guys who are leaving for Switzerland. Come back and make sure that you've graduated and I'll make sure that I'll do the same. That's a promise to you guys I guess.
****
Oh kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But I'm leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
****
And who knows? Maybe I just be there to say 'Welcome back' when you guys come home. Hehehe ^_^ TC and TTFN.
Airport Blues
Published Sunday, July 03, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
They haven't left yet and more importantly, she hasn't left yet but I'm feeling the blues already. What can I say? I get depressed easily in case you haven't noticed. Of course, the best part of it all is the fact that I've prepared so hard and spent a lot for the day when they leave and now...I don't feel like going to the damn airport.
People are going to tell me 'Go and hang yourself if you don't go' and I would like to do that. At least I don't have to worry about this kind of nonsense anymore.
I guess for the most part, I'm afraid of going. I'm afraid that I'll just snap and blurt out everything. I'm afraid that I'll do the wrong thing and give the wrong thing to the wrong person. I'm afraid that I'll just do nothing and just stare at everyone as everything is happening around me. Most of all, I'm afraid to look at her face for this final time before she leaves. Don't ask me why, I just am.
I guess that makes me king coward, huh? Hehehe...I guess I am. TTFN.
People are going to tell me 'Go and hang yourself if you don't go' and I would like to do that. At least I don't have to worry about this kind of nonsense anymore.
I guess for the most part, I'm afraid of going. I'm afraid that I'll just snap and blurt out everything. I'm afraid that I'll do the wrong thing and give the wrong thing to the wrong person. I'm afraid that I'll just do nothing and just stare at everyone as everything is happening around me. Most of all, I'm afraid to look at her face for this final time before she leaves. Don't ask me why, I just am.
I guess that makes me king coward, huh? Hehehe...I guess I am. TTFN.
Saturday morning
Published Saturday, July 02, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
The best thing about Saturday mornings has got to be the cartoons. Especially when they bring back one of your favourite cartoons (even though sadly enough they're showing the final season...fuck you Michael Eisner for sticking to early 90's management strategies and good riddance now that you'll be leaving next year. Hmmm....maybe they'll bring the show back in a couple of years time...my fingers are crossed right now)
Ah...the joy of waking up early and watching that show again. It's definitely different from watching it on the PC and as a bonus, at the rate they're airing the episodes, I'll be able to watch the show finale somewhere by the end of this month (4 episodes per weekend and there's only about 15 episodes for this final season).
So here's to Kim, Ron, Rufus and Wade. Though you've been gone since June 2005 (I know it's only last month but still...), the laughs and tears inspired will never be forgotten. And may you return to the silver screen soon, like I heard Angel is ^_^
TTFN.
Ah...the joy of waking up early and watching that show again. It's definitely different from watching it on the PC and as a bonus, at the rate they're airing the episodes, I'll be able to watch the show finale somewhere by the end of this month (4 episodes per weekend and there's only about 15 episodes for this final season).
So here's to Kim, Ron, Rufus and Wade. Though you've been gone since June 2005 (I know it's only last month but still...), the laughs and tears inspired will never be forgotten. And may you return to the silver screen soon, like I heard Angel is ^_^
TTFN.
Walk in the park
Published Friday, July 01, 2005 by Grape_For_Life.
Some people say, take a walk in order to clear your mind, so that all your doubts would clear away and you'll be left with a fresh slate to work with. Well, I took a walk around PJ this evening, went around the Newtown area, Section 13 and Section 14 areas, which took me two hours to complete the circuit. On the plus side, I got a good workout and I think I managed to clear most of the happy pills valley-low. On the minus side, whoever started that saying about a walk clearing their minds had never taken a walk before in their entire lives.
I'm still stuck with the same thoughts as before, still as depressed and...ok, I'm not as pissed off as I was two nights before but I'm putting that to the whole time factor and last night's drinking session. Of course, there's also the fact I managed to catch Andromeda and the first episode of Angel season 5 ^_^
Still, I feel a lot calmer right now than I felt this morning although I'm still not quite on the path to full recovery yet. Oh well, Time's a pretty damn good healer and I expect to be alright within a few months...hehehe...
TTFN.
I'm still stuck with the same thoughts as before, still as depressed and...ok, I'm not as pissed off as I was two nights before but I'm putting that to the whole time factor and last night's drinking session. Of course, there's also the fact I managed to catch Andromeda and the first episode of Angel season 5 ^_^
Still, I feel a lot calmer right now than I felt this morning although I'm still not quite on the path to full recovery yet. Oh well, Time's a pretty damn good healer and I expect to be alright within a few months...hehehe...
TTFN.
Strange wish
Published by Grape_For_Life.
I wish that she is not single, that she is with someone else. It may hurt like hell but it does allow me to the luxury of just standing on the edge and just being friends. I'm a big, fat coward when it comes to this kind of thing, I'll be the first to admit that. So many thoughts running through my mind when I think about this, so many fears...
I need more happy pills. That way I don't have to think at all and I don't have to remember how I feel...
TTFN.
I need more happy pills. That way I don't have to think at all and I don't have to remember how I feel...
TTFN.
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