Food for thought

Meat is murder. Eggs are abortion. Dairy is a form of aggravated sexual assault. Vegetables are the product of unnatural seperation of kin from biological parents. Fruits are the result of forceful removal of children from their roots. Rice is castration.

All you barbarous beings should be ashamed of yourself. *tsk* *tsk*

Identity

I was going up the stairs.
I saw a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, i wish he'd go away.

Identity started off as your typical mystery-thriller-horror kind of show and I must admit that although the show led me through pretty smoothly, with packed events that kept me on the edge, the cliche-ness of the movie started to get the better of me. Especially towards the end of the show, when everything turned into an eerie drama of coincidence, i almost thought the movie turned into cheese. But Identity proved itself during the last half-hour, when the "true" plot of the movie is revealed and you finally realize what links all these people together. (I guarantee none will ever see this coming.) I give it a 8/10. Cheers.

I wish, i wish he'd go away.

What kind of kiss are you?



You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully, it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into you playing the dominant role MEORW!

What kind of kiss are you?

P.S. Me dominant kiss worr~ Anyone care to try? Slurp. *wink*

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

I read somewhere that friends - are just associates that come together for a common interest. Say, playing soccer or watching movies or whatever. You will find different friends in different areas of your interests. You might get attached to them over time, but in the end, they are still merely associates that came together for a common interest. The day you find yourself growing out of that particular interest is the day you lose that particular friend. Maybe not immediately, but they'll fade from your life eventually. No matter how close you think you are to them. So they claim. Seriously, i did not buy that idea. Or i maybe i just did not want to admit to it. Either way, it's bothering me.

I used to dabble with games alot. In fact, you could say i lived and breathed games once. In the recent year or so thou, i did not "game" as much as i used to. Scarcely would be a more appropriate word. I guess i just don't enjoy them as much as i used to. (I never dreamed such a day would come, but so it did and here i am.) And along with it, i must say, i lost some of my closest friends. Those that i spent as much time as i did with my games, or rather with my games. Somehow, i find it harder and harder to "connect" with them these days. Our conversations became mere superficial dialogues. And our yearning to even start that conversion became rather reluctant. I am utterly disgusted. At myself. At them. At the thought of us, being mere associates that came together for a common interest. Surely there is more to that than friendship, no?

A friend should be someone who walks beside me through my journey in life, someone whom i can connect with to a significant level. A level where interests could hold no ground. Do i have friends like so? Maybe. Maybe not. Time shall tell.

I'm fine

Yes, i know you are getting recurring nightmares involving Arnold, Maria and cheerleaders with oversized pompoms.
Yes, i know you are sick of reading a jillion times about men molesting straphangers in school uniforms on commuter trains.
And yes, i am still very much alive and kicking. In fact, i'm fine, if that's where you are getting to. I just find it harder to find time to sit in front of my com to "blog" these days. Too many commitments to myself, too many obligations to others, too many what-nots.
*deep sigh*

I'm fine, hell yea i'm fine.
And you know what fine stands for, don't you?
"Freaked-out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional."
- The Italian Job, 2003

No, i'm fine. Really.

Worldly-wise

I've offically read more news, in the form of newspapers that is, for this past week in Tekong than i will ever read in an entire lifetime on "mainland". But all this is good right? It could only mean that i am more "worldly-wise" now.
*pause*
Who am i kidding? ha.

One peculiar piece of news i've read, which i would like to share here is this. The "Terminator" as governor of California. Now people, surely that is something worth brooding over. Just when you thought he is done and over, he's back. (Just like he promised. ha.)
Putting those so-called-serious issues aside thou, here's a juicer article for all you *cough* guys out there. I confess. I would gladly give my votes to any cute Japanese schoolgirl in white cotton socks and checkered miniskirts. *wink*

God bless America, I love Japan.

When the cold wind blows

In case any of you cared *cross my fingers and hope you do* i am back in hell's resort at Tekong for my Basic Military Training.
Again.
I shun from going into the details of why it's the second time. *looks down innocently and twiddles fingers*
Anyways, one week has passed and i am still alive to "blog" about it, so cheers for that.

Epsilone: Hey dude, why did you start a blog when you will be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
*pause*
Me: Well... I... Erm...
*real long pause*
Me: Hey dude, why did i start a blog when i am going to be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
Epsilone slaps Me with a giant trout

After some thinking-through thou, i have come to realize that all this makes perfect sense. Really. I mean, on every one of those oh-so-cold-lonely nights in Tekong, as i lie on my bed, countless thoughts pour into my mind.
Things like - computers, girls, the-shit-training-today, girls, movies, girls, new-vulgarities-learned, girls, "e=mc2", girls, the-shit-training-tomorrow, girls... and so on and so forth.
You get the picture.
If i can recollect all those and project them to words here voila~ you guys will have enough "blog" to read for a lifetime. (And yes, that is the amount of stuff that go on, on that mind of mine.)
P.S. I am still working on the part about putting them to words thou.

Okay, this is getting abit too lengthy. I shall end here with a word to all the girls out there - every night before you sleep, blow a kiss across the oceans and sent it this home-sick, love-sick, medically-sick, sickly boy off-shore on a island they call, Tekong. That should keep me warm at night. ha.

Oh. When the cold wind blows.

Mental block

So much going on around me, so many thoughts bubbling ceaselessly - all of which i would so very love to "blog" about, yet i just can't seem to piece them into words.
Mental block, they call it?

Maybe.

I'm tired. Guess i'll just end the night with a joke i ripped from an email, it's titled - obsession.
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.
"You all have obsessions," he observed.
To the first mother, Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This, too, shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers.

"Come on, Dick, we're leaving."