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Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Very cold days, apparently
While in One Utama today returning the items my company borrowed for the photoshoot, something amusing caught my eye. I had just parked my car, and so had another car a few slots away. Four young guys, probably old enough to be in some college or other, got out of the car, chatting pretty loudly, in an annoying hey-look-at-me-i'm-so-cool (*ahem* attention whore) way. Since their voices beckoned me so, I obliged. They were all around my height, maybe a little taller, rather skinny and well groomed. Their hair was spiked up in the manner of Japanese rock stars, albeit undyed, and the clothes they were wearing was minimalist, yet stylish. All except one of them, which particularly caught my eye.
This one guy (or girl, I wasn't too sure because I really only saw s/he from the back), was the most stylish of the lot. His/her hair was spiked up even more nicely than the rest of his/her posse. From what little I could glimpse of his/her side profile, s/he had nose piercings, and, his/her face was pale, and effeminate-looking. In fact, I will just further refer to this androgynous person as "it". In that one glance, "it" looked like "it" could really be a Japanese rock star on holiday in Malaysia. However, that wasn't quite what caught my eye. What caught my eye was the clothes "it" was wearing. "It" was dressed completely in black, from head to toe. And "it" was wearing a black coat. Like the kind you see on sale in MNG for winter wear. Complete WITH FUR TRIMMINGS.
So it rained a little on my way to One Utama. So maybe the weather today was a little cold in the evening. But honey, it still ain't cold enough to be wearing clothes like that in perpetually sweaty-hot Malaysia. So, Mr/Miss I'm-Too-Cool-For-Either-You-Or-This-Weather, by trying to look cool and impress people, you are really just showing everyone what a sad dumbass you are. Seriously, I love fashion just as much as you do, and I would more than anything love to own a coat like that, but even more seriously, clothes like that just aren't practical here. Live with it, and I don't mean in the manner that I saw today. Otherwise just haul your jackass over to Japan where you will fit in with every other stylish looking person on the street.
This one guy (or girl, I wasn't too sure because I really only saw s/he from the back), was the most stylish of the lot. His/her hair was spiked up even more nicely than the rest of his/her posse. From what little I could glimpse of his/her side profile, s/he had nose piercings, and, his/her face was pale, and effeminate-looking. In fact, I will just further refer to this androgynous person as "it". In that one glance, "it" looked like "it" could really be a Japanese rock star on holiday in Malaysia. However, that wasn't quite what caught my eye. What caught my eye was the clothes "it" was wearing. "It" was dressed completely in black, from head to toe. And "it" was wearing a black coat. Like the kind you see on sale in MNG for winter wear. Complete WITH FUR TRIMMINGS.
So it rained a little on my way to One Utama. So maybe the weather today was a little cold in the evening. But honey, it still ain't cold enough to be wearing clothes like that in perpetually sweaty-hot Malaysia. So, Mr/Miss I'm-Too-Cool-For-Either-You-Or-This-Weather, by trying to look cool and impress people, you are really just showing everyone what a sad dumbass you are. Seriously, I love fashion just as much as you do, and I would more than anything love to own a coat like that, but even more seriously, clothes like that just aren't practical here. Live with it, and I don't mean in the manner that I saw today. Otherwise just haul your jackass over to Japan where you will fit in with every other stylish looking person on the street.
Monday, November 28, 2005
The most fucked up true Dungeons & Dragons story, ever
As anyone who has ever played a tabletop Dungeons & Dragons game can attest to, very hillarious scenarios often can and will happen in the game, especially when you least expect them to. Ask someone who has ever played a campaign and they will definitely regale you with fond memories of the amusing things that have happened in a particular game. This one that I will relate now revolves around a paladin and a swashbuckler (a prestige class for the fighter, think of it as a pirate).
It happened while on a quest, when the party came across some giants in the middle of the plains. Unable to avoid a confrontation, all the party members rolled initiative (for the uninitiated, combat in D&D is turn based, and you roll the dice to determine who gets to do what, when) and prepared to take down the group of giants. The party then spread themselves out, trying to make do with the best strategy possible. Meanwhile, one of the giants had lumbered up to the swashbuckler, and since he was faced with no other option, he tried to take it down. However, it was apparent after one round of fighting that the swashbuckler was simply no match for the giant. So he turned to the nearby paladin in his shining armour and mount and asked for his help in taking it down.
Now the person playing the paladin had built his character in such a way that he was exceedingly effective when charging his foes with a lance on his trusted steed, but rather mediocre in normal hand-to-hand combat. So in order to fight effectively, he has to take several rounds in combat to charge his attacks up to make the most out of it. So the paladin oblidged to the swashbuckler's request, casted a spell on himself and told him to wait while he got prepared.
The round after that, the swashbuckler scored a critical hit on the giant, which was indeed a bad move because the attack only served to annoy the giant. The giant then scanned for his source of irritation, decided it was the swashbuckler's sword that was at fault, and decided to sunder it. Smash! The sword broke into a million pieces.
"Uh oh," the swashbuckler said. Turning to the paladin, he cried, "Help! My sword's broken! I can't attack anymore!"
The paladin casted another spell on himself, and answered "Wait, I will be done in a while." So the swashbuckler, having faith in the paladin, decided to stay put and wait for him to come to his rescue.
On the next round, the giant was still annoyed. This time he chose to sunder the poor swashbuckler's armor. Smash! His armor broke, and the swashbuckler was left naked.
"HELP!!" he yelped to the paladin. "I have no more armor! Should I make a run for it??"
The paladin continued to cast spells on himself, and only replied, "Wait, I will be done soon. If you run away now the giant can attack you because you're prone, and since you have no armor he will surely hit you and you will die." So the swashbuckler stayed put in front of the giant.
The round after that, the giant mercilessly continued to smash the swashbuckler, dealing him a rather painful blow.
"HELPPP!!!" he cried at the paladin. "I'm gonna die soon!!"
The paladin casted yet another spell, took a five foot movement back, preparing to charge, and replied, "Wait, I'm coming, stay put and don't move." So the poor swashbuckler, unable to run away at this point, stayed put in front of the murderous giant.
Next round, the giant smashed the swashbuckler so hard he fell down dead straightaway.
Immediately after that, the paladin charged. The giant fell in one swoop blow of his powerful lance, buffered up by the spells he had casted on himself earlier.
"WTF!!!" screamed the now very dead swashbuckler. "DUDE!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU COME SAVE ME EARLIER??!!! I COULD HAVE SURVIVED!!!!!"
"Well," replied the paladin, "I had to charge up first, otherwise I wouldn't have been so effective."
"BUT....BUT....I COULD HAVE SURVIVED!!! I WOULDN'T BE DEAD!!"
"But I need to charge up first what."
"ARRRRGHHHHHH!!!"
To this day, I still laugh my head off whenever I think about it.
It happened while on a quest, when the party came across some giants in the middle of the plains. Unable to avoid a confrontation, all the party members rolled initiative (for the uninitiated, combat in D&D is turn based, and you roll the dice to determine who gets to do what, when) and prepared to take down the group of giants. The party then spread themselves out, trying to make do with the best strategy possible. Meanwhile, one of the giants had lumbered up to the swashbuckler, and since he was faced with no other option, he tried to take it down. However, it was apparent after one round of fighting that the swashbuckler was simply no match for the giant. So he turned to the nearby paladin in his shining armour and mount and asked for his help in taking it down.
Now the person playing the paladin had built his character in such a way that he was exceedingly effective when charging his foes with a lance on his trusted steed, but rather mediocre in normal hand-to-hand combat. So in order to fight effectively, he has to take several rounds in combat to charge his attacks up to make the most out of it. So the paladin oblidged to the swashbuckler's request, casted a spell on himself and told him to wait while he got prepared.
The round after that, the swashbuckler scored a critical hit on the giant, which was indeed a bad move because the attack only served to annoy the giant. The giant then scanned for his source of irritation, decided it was the swashbuckler's sword that was at fault, and decided to sunder it. Smash! The sword broke into a million pieces.
"Uh oh," the swashbuckler said. Turning to the paladin, he cried, "Help! My sword's broken! I can't attack anymore!"
The paladin casted another spell on himself, and answered "Wait, I will be done in a while." So the swashbuckler, having faith in the paladin, decided to stay put and wait for him to come to his rescue.
On the next round, the giant was still annoyed. This time he chose to sunder the poor swashbuckler's armor. Smash! His armor broke, and the swashbuckler was left naked.
"HELP!!" he yelped to the paladin. "I have no more armor! Should I make a run for it??"
The paladin continued to cast spells on himself, and only replied, "Wait, I will be done soon. If you run away now the giant can attack you because you're prone, and since you have no armor he will surely hit you and you will die." So the swashbuckler stayed put in front of the giant.
The round after that, the giant mercilessly continued to smash the swashbuckler, dealing him a rather painful blow.
"HELPPP!!!" he cried at the paladin. "I'm gonna die soon!!"
The paladin casted yet another spell, took a five foot movement back, preparing to charge, and replied, "Wait, I'm coming, stay put and don't move." So the poor swashbuckler, unable to run away at this point, stayed put in front of the murderous giant.
Next round, the giant smashed the swashbuckler so hard he fell down dead straightaway.
Immediately after that, the paladin charged. The giant fell in one swoop blow of his powerful lance, buffered up by the spells he had casted on himself earlier.
"WTF!!!" screamed the now very dead swashbuckler. "DUDE!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU COME SAVE ME EARLIER??!!! I COULD HAVE SURVIVED!!!!!"
"Well," replied the paladin, "I had to charge up first, otherwise I wouldn't have been so effective."
"BUT....BUT....I COULD HAVE SURVIVED!!! I WOULDN'T BE DEAD!!"
"But I need to charge up first what."
"ARRRRGHHHHHH!!!"
To this day, I still laugh my head off whenever I think about it.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
The game called Life
Back in Year 3, Semester 5 of college, my class had a project where we each had to come up with a map. The map could be of anything we wanted, so long as it was a map. One of the helpful hints our lecturers gave to help us come up with ideas was to go out and take photos of your surroundings and see where that leads. So, armed with my faithful camera, I went around taking photos of my housing estate and its surroundings. After my photos were developed, I planned out my initial idea, which was to map out the memories of my childhood (I think). That plan somehow morphed into The Game Called Life. Except since there was already a game called Life, and since it was my map, my ever helpful lecturer suggested I make it My Game of Life instead.
So my map became a boardgame, consisting of a board, with little steps leading from 'Start' till my 'Goal' and cute little pictorials on the way which represented my aspirations in life, 'Chance' cards similiar to the ones you find in Monopoly, counters to represent the players, dice for the players to roll, and a box to keep it all in. It was a very simple game, mostly because it was half-assed work. However, it wasn't until I presented my map that I noticed something that I apparently didn't give much thought to - all my aspirations were material in nature. As represented by the little icons I drew on the map, my aspirations were: money, a car, more money, a house, and even more money. Even the 'Chance' cards revolved only around that particular topic.
From the somewhat puzzled expression on her face, I suppose maybe my lecturer was wondering if that was really all I cared about. And for awhile, I wondered about it too. Of course, after I thought it through, I realized that yes, I cared deeply about those things, but not because those material things were what I wanted. It was because those material things would give me what I want in life. I have always wanted total and complete independance in my life. Money would make me able to buy a car, which would give me the freedom of mobility, to a certain point. If I had more money then I could buy myself a place to live in, then I won't be forced to put up with my parents anymore. Even more money and I can live the rest of my life doing whatever I want without being bothered about my finances. And since all the goals could only be reached if I had money, it became the force that drives me.
Funnily enough, when time moves us along the journey of life and when the events that take place in the square you land on shape who you are, your goals change. Little things get added along the way, or you find things that you thought you wanted, but never really did, or you shift the direction you're going to completely. When I was younger I had dreams about who I wanted to be, and what I wanted to do. These dreams took a complete about-turn when I entered the Science stream where I realized, when, looking at the people around me, it was not what I wanted to do, nor was it where I wanted to be. So I chose to explore an alternate route, not for the sake of being different, but because I realized I was different. Though I don't regret my decision, sometimes I find myself thinking - what if the dream I work so hard to reach is really only that - a dream? Where do I go to then? It would be especially bitter since it was something I chose by design, not something I stumbled along or was forced into, so I would have no one to blame but myself.
I suppose that if that were to happen, I would have to grit my teeth and move on. Time waits for no one, and unlike a boardgame you cannot choose to take your time to make a move. Every pause and grief and anguish would only be a waste of time. Every day time moves me forward by one step, and the seconds are ticking fast.
Best do something about it.
So my map became a boardgame, consisting of a board, with little steps leading from 'Start' till my 'Goal' and cute little pictorials on the way which represented my aspirations in life, 'Chance' cards similiar to the ones you find in Monopoly, counters to represent the players, dice for the players to roll, and a box to keep it all in. It was a very simple game, mostly because it was half-assed work. However, it wasn't until I presented my map that I noticed something that I apparently didn't give much thought to - all my aspirations were material in nature. As represented by the little icons I drew on the map, my aspirations were: money, a car, more money, a house, and even more money. Even the 'Chance' cards revolved only around that particular topic.
From the somewhat puzzled expression on her face, I suppose maybe my lecturer was wondering if that was really all I cared about. And for awhile, I wondered about it too. Of course, after I thought it through, I realized that yes, I cared deeply about those things, but not because those material things were what I wanted. It was because those material things would give me what I want in life. I have always wanted total and complete independance in my life. Money would make me able to buy a car, which would give me the freedom of mobility, to a certain point. If I had more money then I could buy myself a place to live in, then I won't be forced to put up with my parents anymore. Even more money and I can live the rest of my life doing whatever I want without being bothered about my finances. And since all the goals could only be reached if I had money, it became the force that drives me.
Funnily enough, when time moves us along the journey of life and when the events that take place in the square you land on shape who you are, your goals change. Little things get added along the way, or you find things that you thought you wanted, but never really did, or you shift the direction you're going to completely. When I was younger I had dreams about who I wanted to be, and what I wanted to do. These dreams took a complete about-turn when I entered the Science stream where I realized, when, looking at the people around me, it was not what I wanted to do, nor was it where I wanted to be. So I chose to explore an alternate route, not for the sake of being different, but because I realized I was different. Though I don't regret my decision, sometimes I find myself thinking - what if the dream I work so hard to reach is really only that - a dream? Where do I go to then? It would be especially bitter since it was something I chose by design, not something I stumbled along or was forced into, so I would have no one to blame but myself.
I suppose that if that were to happen, I would have to grit my teeth and move on. Time waits for no one, and unlike a boardgame you cannot choose to take your time to make a move. Every pause and grief and anguish would only be a waste of time. Every day time moves me forward by one step, and the seconds are ticking fast.
Best do something about it.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
For you workers--something Anastasia sent me
Just in case you ever get these two environments mixed up, this should make things a little bit clearer.
IN PRISON.........you spend the majority of your time in an 10X10 cell.
AT WORK............you spend the majority of your time in an 8X8 cubicle.
IN PRISON.........you get three meals a day.
AT WORK...........you get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.
IN PRISON.........you get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK............you get more work for good behavior.
IN PRISON..........the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK............you must often carry a security card and open all the doors for yourself.
IN PRISON..........you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK...........you could get fired for watching TV and playing games.
IN PRISON.........you get your own toilet.
AT WORK..........you have to share the toilet with some people who pee on the seat.
IN PRISON..........they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK............you aren't even supposed to speak to your family.
IN PRISON.........all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT WORK...........you get to pay all your expenses to go to work, and they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.
IN PRISON..........you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK ...........you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.
IN PRISON .........you must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK...........they are called managers.
IN PRISON.........you spend the majority of your time in an 10X10 cell.
AT WORK............you spend the majority of your time in an 8X8 cubicle.
IN PRISON.........you get three meals a day.
AT WORK...........you get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.
IN PRISON.........you get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK............you get more work for good behavior.
IN PRISON..........the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK............you must often carry a security card and open all the doors for yourself.
IN PRISON..........you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK...........you could get fired for watching TV and playing games.
IN PRISON.........you get your own toilet.
AT WORK..........you have to share the toilet with some people who pee on the seat.
IN PRISON..........they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK............you aren't even supposed to speak to your family.
IN PRISON.........all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT WORK...........you get to pay all your expenses to go to work, and they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.
IN PRISON..........you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK ...........you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.
IN PRISON .........you must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK...........they are called managers.
And these, too
I forgot to post these the other day
Monday, November 21, 2005
Picture: This
Isn't this overly-makeshift one cute
A bunch of crap stuck on some random object on the street
A monkey paste up at Northbridge before crossing to train station
Some small sticker on some other street
Too this while I was in a bathroom cubicle/stall
By far, my favourite pasting
You might wonder why there is a RUP poster in my cousin's hallway(I wonder, too)
Two chickens making it work in some gallery
Picture beaches, joined in the center
Next to the chickens in the gallery is thisNicer TV shows
It's Michelle Leslie this and Michelle Leslie that all over the news here, and other than that is that Singapore is treating Australia with contempt or some sort.
On CNN is a special on the 'secret state,' otherwise known as North Korea. Mostly about the dissidents and their realisation of how not all places have beggars.
BBC is better here--and NZ also--but worser still is the BBC in Malaysia, which is crap. The timing is all out and the shows are mostly crap.
On CNN is a special on the 'secret state,' otherwise known as North Korea. Mostly about the dissidents and their realisation of how not all places have beggars.
BBC is better here--and NZ also--but worser still is the BBC in Malaysia, which is crap. The timing is all out and the shows are mostly crap.
Bricks
A few days from the past week were spent cleaning the bricks that made up the floor surrounding the outside of the house with a high pressure spray. Tedious work because you had to concentrate on each brick individually.
I went into the city a day or two ago and couldn't get my mind off looking at the bricks that made the pavement and how they could use a good cleaning. Disturbing!
I went into the city a day or two ago and couldn't get my mind off looking at the bricks that made the pavement and how they could use a good cleaning. Disturbing!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
The Machinist
Every now and then, when I read through movie reviews, watch trailers, or hear about movies from my friends, a particular movie would catch my attention and convince me that it is so unbelieveably good that I can hardly wait to catch it at the cinema. And every now and then, the excitement that consumes me will make me overlook certain elements in a movie that I don't want to watch simply because I don't like watching movies like that. Take, for example, the first Resident Evil movie.When it came out I was so excited. OMG!! It's Resident Evil!! A movie!! MUUSSTTT WATTCCHHHH!! So I went to catch it at the cinema with a bunch of likewise-enthusiastic friends, and the moment the movie began so did a gnawing feeling inside of me that I shouldn't be there. It wasn't because the movie was bad, but rather because I hate mindlessly gory scenes. That gnawing feeling was instantly validated the moment everything went wrong in the laboratory and people started dying horribly, the most gory scene being the part where that woman's head got chopped off by the elevator. At that point I simply went: WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?? YARRGHGHGGHGHGHG!!
The Machinist was exactly like that. From the moment I read the movie synopsis it had me in its thrall, and I couldn't rest until I had watched the movie. What I didn't count on, and probably slipped my mind yet again, was how incredibly disturbing the movie was going to be. It was the same reason why I never watch horror movies, and the same reason why I don't read that many books dealing with horror - not because they are horrific in themselves, but because my mind loves playing tricks on me afterwards, particularly when I turn off the lights to go to sleep and everything is dark and quiet.
Although not a horror movie, The Machinist was certainly filmed like one. I would say more but to give things away is to spoil the whole experience of watching it. What I can say, however, is that the movie is really good, despite making me want to shut my eyes, curl up into a ball and scream, "YOU'RE NOT REAL, DAMMIT, GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE!!!" and babble like a madman the entire way. Although the movie does inexplainably lack that special something that makes a movie special. Still, it is very much worth the watch, if nothing else to see Christian Bale's walking skeleton, before he completely transformed himself few months later into the monstrous hulk that is Batman. To the people out there who think I am so skinny that when the wind blows I will topple over, in the movie Christian Bale was so thin that if he was any thinner he wouldn't exist. He himself is freaky enough, even when you take him out of the context of the movie. My GOD.
The Machinist was exactly like that. From the moment I read the movie synopsis it had me in its thrall, and I couldn't rest until I had watched the movie. What I didn't count on, and probably slipped my mind yet again, was how incredibly disturbing the movie was going to be. It was the same reason why I never watch horror movies, and the same reason why I don't read that many books dealing with horror - not because they are horrific in themselves, but because my mind loves playing tricks on me afterwards, particularly when I turn off the lights to go to sleep and everything is dark and quiet.
Although not a horror movie, The Machinist was certainly filmed like one. I would say more but to give things away is to spoil the whole experience of watching it. What I can say, however, is that the movie is really good, despite making me want to shut my eyes, curl up into a ball and scream, "YOU'RE NOT REAL, DAMMIT, GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE!!!" and babble like a madman the entire way. Although the movie does inexplainably lack that special something that makes a movie special. Still, it is very much worth the watch, if nothing else to see Christian Bale's walking skeleton, before he completely transformed himself few months later into the monstrous hulk that is Batman. To the people out there who think I am so skinny that when the wind blows I will topple over, in the movie Christian Bale was so thin that if he was any thinner he wouldn't exist. He himself is freaky enough, even when you take him out of the context of the movie. My GOD.
Friday, November 18, 2005
The call of Cthulhu
"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."
-- H.P. Lovecraft
Morbid as it may be, this is the most beautiful phrase I have heard (or rather read) lately. I used to read a lot when I was younger, but it was a habit that stopped somewhere in the middle of secondary school. I have never read anything from the more "popular" writers, such as Sidney Sheldon, John Grisham, Michael Crichton, Tom Clancy, Ann Rice or Danielle Steel, nor have I read the kind of books that people more intelligent and cultured than I am read such as Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Salman Rushdie, Ernest Hemingway, Isaac Asimov, Carl Sagan, Frederich Nietzche or Freud. So H.P. Lovecraft was new to me, even though I have heard his name mentioned innumberable times, especially about the Cthulhu mythos. So one day, bored at work, I decided to Google up H.P. Lovecraft, and ended up finding an entire library of his work online. I then proceeded to spend entire bored afternoons reading his stories, which though I found creepy wasn't really that scary. Plus it didn't help that he was so goddamn long-winded sometimes, and I nearly fell asleep reading the longer stories, especially The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath. However, as is wont to happen to me whenever I read scary or creepy stories, especially THAT many one after another, after I washed myself yesterday night and turned off the light to go to sleep, my mind immediately conjured up images of the weird and monstrous things in his stories, which would have perhaps driven me mad had I not managed to fall asleep.
But I ended up dreaming about them anyway.
And with strange aeons even death may die."
-- H.P. Lovecraft
Morbid as it may be, this is the most beautiful phrase I have heard (or rather read) lately. I used to read a lot when I was younger, but it was a habit that stopped somewhere in the middle of secondary school. I have never read anything from the more "popular" writers, such as Sidney Sheldon, John Grisham, Michael Crichton, Tom Clancy, Ann Rice or Danielle Steel, nor have I read the kind of books that people more intelligent and cultured than I am read such as Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Salman Rushdie, Ernest Hemingway, Isaac Asimov, Carl Sagan, Frederich Nietzche or Freud. So H.P. Lovecraft was new to me, even though I have heard his name mentioned innumberable times, especially about the Cthulhu mythos. So one day, bored at work, I decided to Google up H.P. Lovecraft, and ended up finding an entire library of his work online. I then proceeded to spend entire bored afternoons reading his stories, which though I found creepy wasn't really that scary. Plus it didn't help that he was so goddamn long-winded sometimes, and I nearly fell asleep reading the longer stories, especially The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath. However, as is wont to happen to me whenever I read scary or creepy stories, especially THAT many one after another, after I washed myself yesterday night and turned off the light to go to sleep, my mind immediately conjured up images of the weird and monstrous things in his stories, which would have perhaps driven me mad had I not managed to fall asleep.
But I ended up dreaming about them anyway.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Perthday
The halcyon days past by slowly and peacefully as I am maid to order and run daily chores of cleaning.
You can't hear much here--only the crows (which sound different around these parts) and occasaional chicken (because the neighbour has one). On a normal day, the wind sounds the numerous chimes placed around the house and possibly an airplane crosses your sky.
Time, seemingly, passes by quite slowly though you don't quite notice it when you haven't much to do. You try a very difficult sudoku puzzle in the newspaper--and what feels like 20 minutes later, you've messed things up and are on your way to watch FoxTel (some sort of cable TV here) but that can only last you a good hour or so.
What's next?
You can't hear much here--only the crows (which sound different around these parts) and occasaional chicken (because the neighbour has one). On a normal day, the wind sounds the numerous chimes placed around the house and possibly an airplane crosses your sky.
Time, seemingly, passes by quite slowly though you don't quite notice it when you haven't much to do. You try a very difficult sudoku puzzle in the newspaper--and what feels like 20 minutes later, you've messed things up and are on your way to watch FoxTel (some sort of cable TV here) but that can only last you a good hour or so.
What's next?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Because of you
I know I've said that I've forgiven you, but the truth is that I lied. Not just to you but also to myself. It's so hard to forgive you for all that you've done to me, and it's so hard to let go of the hate even though I know it brings me no gain.
Because of you I've learnt how important it is to open your heart to someone, yet you made it bleed till there was no more blood to run.
Because of you I've learnt to care, yet you numbed me to my pain and nothing makes me feel anymore.
Because of you I've learnt to live, yet you left my soul so cold and empty I wonder if life will ever truly mean anything to me again.
Because of you I know that I am strong and I will survive, though I don't know if it's because I have strength or because you left me so bitter and cynical I don't care anymore.
Because of you I know where I stand, yet the person staring back at me from the mirror is a stranger.
Because of you I have changed, and to you I am both grateful and hateful.
Because of you I've learnt how important it is to open your heart to someone, yet you made it bleed till there was no more blood to run.
Because of you I've learnt to care, yet you numbed me to my pain and nothing makes me feel anymore.
Because of you I've learnt to live, yet you left my soul so cold and empty I wonder if life will ever truly mean anything to me again.
Because of you I know that I am strong and I will survive, though I don't know if it's because I have strength or because you left me so bitter and cynical I don't care anymore.
Because of you I know where I stand, yet the person staring back at me from the mirror is a stranger.
Because of you I have changed, and to you I am both grateful and hateful.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Visa, never leave home without it, sadly
Having visa problems at the last minute--such as while you're checking in--is never fun. Nor amusing. You try to make the most of it...
One and a half hour closer to not being able to make your flight, you'll naturally begin to wonder if it's the universe and its retribution due to these frequently odd occurences. Running up and down KLIA from 3rd floor (ticket counter) to 5th (departure hall) was never anticipated.
Various outraged customers/flyers yelling at airport staff only helps you keep calmer. You ask yourself if you sound like that huge angry gentleman with the ponytail and hat raising his voice, and your Self comforts you and says "No, you were misunderstood but please choose your words more carefully because the help might misinterpret it."
It's written that you have to be at the gate/terminal a good half hour before take-off; that's merely a suggestion. We were 20-25 minutes shy of that half hour and were the last few people to be seated.
Next time: Check if your visa is issued under your new or old passport to avoid any complications.
One and a half hour closer to not being able to make your flight, you'll naturally begin to wonder if it's the universe and its retribution due to these frequently odd occurences. Running up and down KLIA from 3rd floor (ticket counter) to 5th (departure hall) was never anticipated.
Various outraged customers/flyers yelling at airport staff only helps you keep calmer. You ask yourself if you sound like that huge angry gentleman with the ponytail and hat raising his voice, and your Self comforts you and says "No, you were misunderstood but please choose your words more carefully because the help might misinterpret it."
It's written that you have to be at the gate/terminal a good half hour before take-off; that's merely a suggestion. We were 20-25 minutes shy of that half hour and were the last few people to be seated.
Next time: Check if your visa is issued under your new or old passport to avoid any complications.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
The aliens have landed
Stop using my face as your goddamn base already, you fucking bastards.
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Saturday, November 12, 2005
Brian Eno CD leaflet
Those look like flash keyframes at the bottom. The ones on the top are beyond me.
