thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..

daily log

it's been a while since i write smtg meaningful here.

ok, let's b*tch. >:)

went for a friend's bday bash yesternite. twas moderate to say the least. everybody's nice and civilised, except for the present the bday boy accepted; red see-thru thong. i'll never look at thong the same way on a person's head ever again..twas not a sight worth goin thru.

anyway, summary, we kinda scared him off a bit. he's blushing, uncomfortable n all, cos twas his bday and he wanted to celeb it w somebody he really liked. too bad we hav to squeeze in his schedule. hehe..

nvr thought making a guy blush would really make my day, but it does. so sweet..*aww..hahahahahaa..

so went home after tat and chatted late into the nite. tis friend has a way w him, a true snag to and thru. asked me some personal q, and shared some personal stuff. mostly i provide my ample feedbacks, but twas boring to say the least. relationship stuff, one can never stop talking bout it and there's no finishing to the stories. besides, the world is more than the story of just the two of u..but then, couple stories never fail to make me go teary eye a bit. just a teeny weeny little bit.

so went to sleep at 2am, woke at 8, sent sis to lrt, bathed, breakfasted, fetched colls and work till now. course did slit in lunch hour in the middle, but who cares. :P

yesterday was a faux pax day for me. was typing out sis's resignation letter and seen by the clients n my com's ceo. major disaster. i accidentally alt tab to the particular file. it was a moment stopped in time, i was overfused with heat and discomfort. some more i made changes to my sys which i didnt tested out properly. thus clients saw some bugs here n there. major disaster #2. then i went back, wrote my resignation letter and prepare for the worse. the letter is still in my bag. another reason y i wasnt so perky yesterday nite and couldnt seem to pull myself a piece. sad sad. really need to tender those stuff in. sis tendered today. got a better offer as a management trainee at some bank. better pay than my first job. darn, sister rivalry is soo deliciously despicable.

anyway..got a lecture from her too. mostly bout financial planning n stuff. now tat she's working, i can start planning. wanna get lotsa stuff for my room and course hoarding some cash for the so call house mum wants to buy. see first. shaky ground.

hmm..anybody out there can recommend a nice plc for living? within 200k hopefully. preferably u buy it and rent it to me, first hand. >:)

anyway..twas a big disaster day yesterday, almost didnt went for me friend's bday bash. but couldnt say no since it's so last minute. life's sucky when u made a promise and kept to it, otherwise it'll come back and haunt ya in other diff kinda forms.

anyway..a friend of mine is hoarding cash by working as a tutor. wish i hav her time, then i can sleep anytime i want. gt get tat shoes i've been thinking bout. or tat belly ring. or tat la senza stuff.

a couple of me galpals coming up tis weekend. wanna stay at me plc, cant, too packed. sis would really show her face, some more we got a cold war goin on. sister stuff.

another sis at home is really demotivated, so really gt talk to her. mum's been calling non stop. probably worried bout us again. *sigh..parents will be parents.

wat else eh?

mm..oh yea, probably will be movin again. not sure when, mayb end of the year. it's tat time of the year again. moving time. i'm living my life like a gypsy, dunno y, but dun think i'd like an anchor here in kl. was hoping to be anchored at sg. will try harder tis year. it's tat time again. moving forward time.

well..tis year gonna mark a big change for me. time to grow or so they say. i stopped counting my age last year. but i know it's nearing the time for me to bloom. >:) gonna be a big gal soon. so less hanky panky, more prim n proper manners; civil, polite, nice stuff. less naughty cheeky ol me. more sharp sensible mature and responsible, steady ol gal would be wat to describe me soon..nanny-ville seems to be getting nearer. hmm..

well..the hair's growing, hoping to reach an inch before waistline. else get meself a nice angelina-jolie's mrs smith smoldering locks..droolin. but see first, dun intend to dye it though..really bad for hair. my current locks needed 2 yrs to get back the ol shine due to the dye i did at penang.

hmm..went to klcc last sat, saw some sale at spade. tried on a sexy long piece, twas nice, didnt realise i got small top. always thought i got a bit of a wide shoulder thingy. well, guess i was wrong, news to me. tat smoldering piece was real nice..shaped and hide some parts pretty well, looked a bit like the brown piece in http://www.style.com/peopleparties/parties/slideshow/062605WAYU?loop=0&ssType=PARTY&slideshowId=slideshow25823&iphoto=14&play=false, only it's available in black. too bad i dun hav an occasion to wear it, scanning for a nice wine red number for the la flamme ball next year. and a nice amber hanging necklace thingy to drape. some flowers, real ones. see first. went for a nice china shop at klcc, nice stuff, cheap. just doin my usual surveying self. looking around for a nice shop where it sells lotsa misc stuff, antique and unique. mix here n there. gonna go petaling street to hoard some stuff soon, u never know wat kinda treasure ya gonna get there..haha..

oh yea, sat at kinokuniya for a while too. cant resist a book shop when i see one. read 2 novels at least. bad seating there. nice store though. prefer mph at midvalley, least they got a fountain seating area in the middle of the shop and lotsa other plces to sit. norah robert's books are getting lame, used to like her 'sea swept' pretty much. now twas a bore to me. guess romance stuff no longer make a big deal for me anymore. i think i'm starting to grow a wise bone. haha..

wat else happening in my life? cant remember much wat happened last few weeks, some stuff here n there. routine really. i hate routine.

oh yea, somebody told me i'm getting prettier as i grow up, nice compliment. couldnt resist feeling proud bout it. must be the glowing time of the month. some gals hav tat, some developed when they hav a bf, some when they are happy, others just got lucky, like me. *peached..

well..so far tat's my update till of recent date. log more soon. catch u later. ;)

PS : go watch mr n mrs smith, it's overhyped, but twas nice. watch tat only after u catch batman begin, christian bale never looked so good wet. ;)

cheers

Labels: Daily

posted by M.E. # 8:41 PM

Brainiac

(Q1) What do you put in a toaster?
Answer the question before you scroll down......................

Answer:- Bread....

If you said "toast" then give up now and go and find yourself a shoe box as you can't handle life....

If you said "bread" then please progress on to question 2.

(Q2) Say "silk" 5 times, now spell "silk"..... What do cows drink?

Answer:- "Water"

If you said "milk", then may I suggest that you do not try the next question, as it may seem that your brain cell is over-taxed, you need a holiday... May I suggest children's world?

If you said "water" then you may go onto question 3 .

(Q3) If a red house is made from red bricks, a blue house is made out of blue bricks, a pink house is made out of pink bricks, a black house is made out of black bricks.... What is a green house made out of?

Answer:- "Glass"

If you said "green bricks" then what the hell are you still doing here reading these questions!!!!

If you said "glass" then please progress onto question 4 .

(Q4) 20 years ago, a plane is flying at 20,000 ft, over the old country Germany when 2 of the engines fail, the pilot realising that the last remaining engine was failing, decides a crash landing procedure, but unfortunately the engine fails before time and the plane crashes smack bang in the middle of "No Man's Land", the land between East Germany and West Germany in the middle of the Berlin Wall. Where would you bury the survivors: East Germany, West Germany or in "No Man's Land?"

Answer:- You don't bury "survivors."

If you said anything other than the sentence above then please never fly, you may cause more damage should the plane crash!!!

If you said the sentence above then carry on to question 5.

(Q5) If on a clock the hour hand moves 1/60th of a degree every minute then how many degrees will the hour hand travel in 1 hour?

Answer:- "1 Degree."

If you said "360 degrees", or anything other than the answer, may I congratulate you on getting this far... but be honest with yourself, do you think you can handle the last and final question?

If you said "1 degree" then please go on to the last question.

(Q6) **Without using a calculator**

You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven (Wales).
In London 17 people get on the bus,
In Reading 6 people get off, 9 people get on,
In Swindon 2 people get off, 4 people get on,
In Cardiff 11 people get off,16 people get on,
In Swansea 3 people get off, 5 people get on,
In Carmarthen, 6 people get off,3 people get on
The bus then pulls into Milford have bus depot.....

What was the name of the bus driver?

Answer:- "Your name". Read the first line.

Labels: Self-Mock

posted by M.E. # 3:35 PM 0 Comments

Rules of Combat and Sun Screen Brain Washing Blogfest

here's some stuf i read over the net.

The Rules of Combat
-------------------

If the enemy is in range, so are you.
The easy way is always mined.
Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo.
Professionals are predictable, it's the amateurs that are dangerous.

The enemy invariably attacks on one of two occasions:
a. When you're ready for them.
b. When you're not ready for them.

Teamwork is essential; it gives the enemy someone else to shoot at.
If your attack is going well, you have walked into an ambush.
When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is *not* our friend.
If it's stupid but works, it isn't stupid.
When in doubt empty the magazine.
Never share a fox hole with anyone braver than you.
Anything you do can get you shot. Including doing nothing.
Mines are equal opportunity weapons.
A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.
Don't ever be the first, don't ever be the last and don't ever volunteer to do anything.
The quartermaster has only two sizes: too large and too small.
Five second fuses only last three seconds.
It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed.

----end of rule----

here's an extract of a song which i used to hear pretty often, message in a song :

Wear Sunscreen
--------------

If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense my advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in twenty years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cannot grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blind-side you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts . Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40 year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they are gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get , the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more then its worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

By: Kurt Vonnegut

farney farney..haha..

Labels: Advice, Self-Mock

posted by M.E. # 3:34 PM 0 Comments

aim better

----a heartwarming and tickle-of-the-funny-bone story which i hope will make u choke a bit as u read in the office. :)

TO MY DEAR GIRLFRIEND,

During the past year I have tried to make love to you 365 times. I have succeeded 36 times, which is an average of once every ten days.

The following is a list of why I did not succeed more often:
54 times the sheets were clean
17 times it was too late
49 times you were too tired
20 times it was too hot
15 times you pretended to be asleep
22 times you had a headache
17 times you were afraid of waking the baby
16 times you said you were too sore
12 times it was the wrong time of the month
19 times you had to get up early
9 times you said weren't in the mood
7 times you were sunburned
6 times you were watching the late show
5 times you didn't want to mess up your new hairdo
3 times you said the neighbours would hear us
9 times you said your mother would hear us

Of the 36 times I did succeed, the activity was not satisfactory because:
6 times you just laid there
8 times you reminded me there's a crack in the ceiling
4 times you told me to hurry up and get it over with
7 times I had to wake you and tell you I finished
1 time I was afraid I had hurt you because I felt you move

----in reply to her dear bf's letter

TO MY DEAR BOYFRIEND,

I think you have things a little confused.

Here are the reasons you didn't get more than you did:
5 times you came home drunk and tried to screw the cat
36 times you did not come home at all
21 times you didn't come
33 times you came too soon
19 times you went soft before you got in
38 times you worked too late
10 times you got cramps in your toes
29 times you had to get up early to play golf
2 times you were in a fight and someone kicked you in the balls
4 times you got it stuck in your zipper
3 times you had a cold and your nose was running
2 times you had a splinter in your finger
20 times you lost the notion after thinking about it all day
6 times you came in your pyjamas while reading a dirty book
98 times you were too busy watching football, baseball, etc. on TV

Of the times we did get together:
The reason I laid still was because you missed and were screwing the sheets.

I wasn't talking about the crack in the ceiling, what I said was, Would you prefer me on my back or kneeling? The time you felt me move was because you farted and I was trying to breathe.

hope-he'll-aim-better-in-future,
ngy

Labels: Random, Self-Mock

posted by M.E. # 3:30 PM 0 Comments

The Reasons to Celebrate Bachelorette's Day

..u have the time to grow and be the person u want to be
..single gives u space to grow. It is harder to grow when u are too close to someone
..learning to live by urself
..freedom
..learning not to need a man/woman to make ur life meaningful
..single is realizing that being married is not necessarily better
..that there could be something wonderful around the corner and u can take advantage of it
..u are free to love again
..u have more time to care for other people
..u can have as many bachelorette's party bash as u like; male strippers optional
..u hav ur self to report to

Labels: Advice, Myself

posted by M.E. # 3:29 PM 0 Comments

note to self #1

in case i feel frustrated over any guys, pls read the art below:

Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"

And then there is silence in the car.

To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward... I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking: So, that means it was... let's see... February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...let me check the odometer... Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed, even before I sensed it, that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I'm going to have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too.

I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel.

I'm just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty... scum balls.

And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...

"Roger," Elaine says aloud.

"What?" says Roger, startled.

"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have... Oh God, I feel so... (She breaks down, sobbing.)

"What?" says Roger.

"I'm such a fool," Elaine sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

"There's no horse?" says Roger.

"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Elaine says.

"No!" says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Elaine says.

There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work. "Yes," he says.

Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand. "Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?" she says.

"What way?" says Roger.

"That way about time," says Elaine.

"Oh," says Roger. "Yes."

Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.

"Thank you, Roger," she says.

"Thank you," says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn.

When Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say, "Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?"

And that's one of the big differences between men and women.

Labels: Advice, Lesson

posted by M.E. # 3:27 PM 0 Comments

Gorgeous songs, Spectacular lyrics

Beautiful
by christina aguilera

[Spoken]
Don't look at me

Every day is so wonderful
Then suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain, I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today

To all your friends, you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone, left the puzzle undone
Is that the way it is

You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down
Don't you bring me down today...

No matter what we do
(no matter what we do)
No matter what we say
(no matter what we say)
We're the song inside the tune
Full of beautiful mistakes

And everywhere we go
(everywhere we go)
The sun will always shine
(sun will always shine)
And tomorrow we might wake on the other side
All the other times

We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down
We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down
Don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down today
Don't you bring me down today

+

How Come How Long
Written by babyface, stevie wonder (1997)

There was a girl I used to know
She was oh so beautiful
But she's not here anymore
She had a college degree
Smart as anyone could be
She had so much to live for
But she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
He abused her love and treated her so bad
There was not enough education in her world
That could save the life of this little girl

* chorus
How come, how long
It's not right, it's so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it's too late
Right now, we can't wait
She won't have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes

She tried to give a cry for help
She even blamed things on herself
But no one came to her aid
Nothing was wrong as far as we could tell
That's what we'd like to tell ourselves
But no, it wasn't that way
So she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
And she paid with her life
For loving that man
So we cannot ignore
We must look for the signs
And maybe next time
We might save somebody's life

*

I on occasion met that guy
He stirred up bad feelings deep inside
Something about him wasn't right
The way he proves himself a man
By beatin' his woman with his hands
Oh I wish she'd seen the light
How can someone like that
Call himself a man
In reality he's far more less than that
And we cannot ignore
Whenever we see the signs
'cause any kinda of abuse
God knows isn't right

*

these are wonderful songs sang by christina aguilera of our era, amazingly sang by her powerful crescendo; and by babyface and the wonders of my mum's age, stevie wonder who made a simple lyrics come alive with the story they tell thru their music. wonderful.

i guess it is correct tat some ppl says song are the rhythm of a person's soul; soul blazingly touching, just electrifies the very core of a person. it's great companionship for anything tat i can think of.

heard once tat some ppl are born w music in their soul; talents of creating music and embracing life; waking up giving out the very best, taking on anything life throws at them. amazes me all the time.

those who are born w music in their steps cant stay still in one plc; every step they take has a spring in them. truly a sight.

some w the midas touch; magic in watever they touches or set out to do..one could swear fluke everytime they hit gold, but twas merely their spirit in handling things tat makes one enjoy watching them.

passionate ppl are hard to find.

"The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire." - Ferdinand Foch

Labels: Inspiration, Lyrical, Motivation

posted by M.E. # 6:33 PM 0 Comments

..of pink carnations and maroon roses

coffee scent lingers in the morn air
white clouds swimming in the blue skies
tender breeze touches budding leaves
jaded trees waving at passing vehicles

rain drops pattering on rooftops
warm breath against glassy windows
soft thudding of heart beats
chinks of china cups on saucers

birds chirping the songs of spring
summer dancing in the air
small legs running down the brooks
cold water where the stream broods

pink carnations laying in the vase
maroon roses accompanies the twiddling of the fingers
a face looms afar, the heart misses a beat
time stands still, its sand slowly dissipates.

the concept is missing somebody. can u read it in between the lines?
tip : feel the definition of the words moving in ur imaginative mind.
if feel nothing, try laying on ur back staring at the sky for a while.
if still cant, try knocking on ur head a while, it must be still in stoning mode. :)

crossed-eyed,
ngy

Labels: Poignance

posted by M.E. # 6:47 PM 0 Comments

role playing part #1

Serena's voice was a little breathless.

"He will not trouble you again," Justin said; "but unfortunately the consequences of his crime are far-reaching."

"What do you mean?" Serena enquired.

(women of the 21st century would answer : "wat the heck are u talking bout?")

"I mean," Justin continued, "that his lordship's ill-considered treachery and Jansen's impulsiveness were responsible for bringing you to london. A brave action Serena, and one which I commend in all humbleness. And the same time you forgot I am living here as a bachelor."

He paused for a moment as if to let his meaning sink in, and now Serena raised her eyes.

"I..do not understand," she said.

(women of the 21st century would answer : "Huh?")

"You stayed here last nite," Justin said very gently, as if explaining something to a small child. "It was impossible to make any other arrangements at so late an hour. Besides, when you arrived I was entertaining some friends - gentlemen friends of my acquaintance. The story of your arrival, of your resolution in coming unattended from Mandrake, will by now be the talk of the clubs. It is impossible as you well know, to prevent people talking."

"You mean," Serena said "that I should not have come?"

(women of the 21st century would answer : "so wat u r trying to say is it was a mistake for me to barge in here un-accompanied, eh?")

"I mean nothing of the sort," Justin said firmly. "What I am trying to tell you is that your arrival, courageous, if a little unexpected, merely necessitates us moving a trifle more swiftly than we hav been inclined to do these past weeks. In short, Serena, it is time that we make haste to settle our lives, yours and mine."

Serena's hands moved convulsively from her lap to her chest.

"You mean..?" she faltered.

(women of the 21st century would answer : cold sweat started to drip down her foreside. her hands trembling, her feet fidgeting. her eyes bewilderedly searhing all over the room. her mind blank. she would be tactful not to answer just yet.)

"That I've made arrangements for our marriage to take place immediately," Justin said. "I have procured a special license and the Vicar of St George's Church in Hanover Square is waiting for us."

Serena sprang to her feet. Her eyes were suddenly drained of all color; then as she stared at Justin he reached out his hand and took her fingers gently in his.

"I have the very great honor, Serena," he said quietly, "to ask you to become my wife."

For a moment her fingers quivered in his as if she would snatch them from him, and then she was very still. It seemed to her as if her heart was beating so hard it must burst through the confines of her body. At the same time she felt dazed, too dazed to reply, too bewildered to do anything but stand there with her hands in his, her face turned aside so that he shouldnt see her face.

(women of the 21st century would answer : same mind stopping and reflexitory effect.)

"Well Serena?"

His voice was low, and yet she somehow sensed that he was impatient.

"It..it shall be..as you desired, m'lord," she answered.

(women of the 21st century would answer : smiling sweetly up to his face, whacked him across his arm as she answered with a menacingly soft tone, "like hell it is.." and stormed out of the door, leaving blazes of firey steps behind her.)

(men of the 21st century would answer : "wut? wut did i do?")

Labels: Opinions, Random, Self-Mock

posted by M.E. # 10:35 AM 0 Comments

turn the volume up up up!

for those who loves a bit of spunk in their love songs, can listen to http://www.ladynwavs.com/butidoloveyou.html.
loved the movie tis song was based on. twas the kind of movie tat simple dreamy rela is based on; stardust and twinkle toes.

if u are hurting, tis song relates to all : http://ladynwavs.com/everybodyhurts.html

reminiscent of the first time, tis is a great song : http://ladynwavsone.com/firsttime.html

remembering the loved ones :
http://ladynwavs.com/inlovingmemory.html

for those into spiritual native indian song, here's a few recommendation :
http://ladynwavsone.com/nabreathe.html
http://ladynwavsone.com/cradlesong.html
http://www.ladynwavsone.com/cherokee.html

familiar songs i've listened to :
http://www.ladynwavsone.com/mummersdance.html
http://www.ladynwavsone.com/mayitbe.html
http://ladynwavs.com/paradise.html

80's flame :
http://ladynwavs.com/simplyirresistible.html

for those who's into southern spunky songs, here's a blast :
http://ladynwavsone.com/ihavebeenblessed.html

my favourite songs :
http://www.ladynwavsone.com/myvalentine.html
http://www.ladynwavs.com/stilltheone.html
http://ladynwavs.com/tellhim.html
http://www.ladynwavs.com/best.html
http://ladynwavs.com/thereyoullbe.html
http://www.ladynwavs.com/whitershadeofpale.html

for other songs, can try : http://ladynwavs.com/music.html

Labels: Lyrical

posted by M.E. # 6:47 PM 0 Comments

someday

How the hell we wind up like this
Why weren't we able,
To see that something we missed
Try turn the table
...
I wish you unclench your fist
unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late...
Nothings wrong just as long as you know that someday
I will

*chorus

I hoped that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying,
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a hollywood horror
Nothings wrong just as long
as you know that someday
I will..

*chorus

How the hell we wind up like this
Why weren't we able,
To see that something we missed
Try turn the table
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a hollywood horror
Nothing's wrong just as long
as you know that someday
I will...

*chorus

-chorus-
Someday Somehow gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know your wondering when (2X)

listen to song : http://www.angelfire.com/ak5/someday/

love tis song, tumultuous as it is, it's a nice song to hear when u feel a bit rebelious. well..i guess tat's the best thing i can do at being a rebel. but itching to get a belly ring with a dangling crystal thingy, been thinking a lot bout it lately. would cost within rm150 if get it done at 1U, not sure yet cos not sure if it's hygenic there. i've been wanting one since form 5 but never hav the guts, cos my mum will scream the roof off. course, it beats a tattoo and if u wanna hav the skin grows back, all u hav to do is take out the belly ring. else i'll get a tattoo; a double blue wings at the back, above the butt. i always think tat if u wanna do crazy stuff, now's the time. some ppl i know did it too late, and it's kinda weird to be kinda silly at ur older age, dun cha think so? but tattoo..hmm. tat hurts. somemore the color needs retouching once a year to maintain it. cost around rm300 to get the size n color i want. i dun think so..i'll just go get meself a fake tattoo sticker, preferably w swarowski crystal thingy. cheeky naughty little ol me. now just waiting for the guts to go for it.

the song's full of angst and regrets for me. and talking bout wat culd hav been and hoping for things to be diff frm the way tat they were. sad melancholy stuff. blue and grey in another word. well, just another story written out in the poetry sort of way..it's sad to keep on thinking bout wat could have been instead of living ur life the way u wanted it to be done. i did tat long ago, all i can say is too much thinking is bad for u. think a while, do it and move on is always the best method.

live life, stay cool and rock on!

Labels: Lyrical, Poignance

posted by M.E. # 1:15 PM 0 Comments

boy/man vs man/boy

hmm..i had an interesting thought today. a friend posted "What kind of man would die for you and me?", my first thought was the man frm "braveheart" the movie.

then the term boy/man appears. i read tis up long ago. didnt know there were such thing as boy/man and man/boy. the definition?

boy/man is the type of guy who's mature regardless of his age. whereas a man/boy is a boy existing in the physical shape of a man.

or u can say a boy/man is a boy who's a man whereas a man/boy is a man who's a boy. or mayb the definition was the other way around.

anyway, my definition was the former one. boy/man is the type of guy who's mature regardless of his age..bla bla bla. i wun talk bout the man/boy as they will forever remain the eternal bachelor, which explains the foundation of the most basic of male character.

i'm gonna talk bout the boy/man; hav u ever saw a little boy who's quiet and obedient, always obeying his mama when he's out with her havin a luncheon w her friends? or when a little boy presented a present to his mama during mother's day n all? or a boy who helps another person carrying a bag? or a teen trying to act strong where inside he's trembling with fright but hav to be stronger for the lesser ppl? or a teen trying to act the right thing even though he might lost his peer? or a teen who'd stop to help a person in distress whenever the situation calls for it. or a guy who's willing to shoulder the responsibilities of other just becos he can and watches out for the well being of ppl other than himself. in another word, the boy/man is a guy who's behave well beyond his age and is willing to take up responsibility and at the same time practicing the ancient code. (look up in my blog subjected : a moment stop in time #1)

*sigh..

the world is not enough of boy/man and too many of man/boy. no wonder they say good guys die fast or extinct. (eyes rolling)

when can i get my own boy/man? *sheesh..

tis prompt another thought: charm.

i'll write on tis on a new page, after i got thru tis blurry haze of codes.

cheers mate..lay back and smell the sky. it's cloudy, but there's always showers of blessings after storms of adversity.

Labels: Myself, Opinions

posted by M.E. # 7:26 PM 0 Comments

cheeky

just need to write smtg off me chest. felt a bit pukish at times, other times the eyes kinda went goldfish and couldnt shut till after 1 am everyday. i need the tv to rock me to sleep everyday since i started off the darn system.

anyway, just need to enlighten tis blog a bit. so today we r gonna to talk bout smtg cheeky.

if u wanna read more on crappy materials on how a guy can score it with a gal, try tis : http://www.askmen.com/dating/ during my lonely desperate period, i went to read tis blog..oops..i mean commercial web site to live a little. after i read, i always feels better..there are more idiots out there than i can believe. it's a very relieving though at times stoopid like h*ll and mind blowingly obnoxious and incorrigibly vain cum basket case, but i'll not talk bout tat today.

Labels: Advice, Daily

posted by M.E. # 8:57 PM 0 Comments

downthrodden

*sigh..

today's one heck of a challenging day. been rushing the client's material for weeks now, still couldnt seem to do much. some more need to review on the reportings tat's being displayed. may need to pend the whole darn system. and yet i thought twas a simple system which needs users to view the reporting only. guess there's more to it. been working here a year, shuld have been an expert by now. anyway, summary from them; twas a crappy system. *sigh..

guess there's loads of reporting stuff i dun know bout. been thinking really deeply bout changing lines n all, perhaps go towards smtg tat i'm really good at and let go of smtg so factual such as this; programming line by line.

truthfully, i've never thought i'd turn out to be a programmer my whole life, it's such a boring 5 days routine looking at the darn screen and fire away. so unflexible, straight cut and well..smtg i never thought i'd ever tried my hands at.

always thought of goin for some artistic line or smtg, or join the hr dept, or do management stuff, or become a teacher, the last was cos i was really good at handling kids and see how they turn out to be. things tat requires me to do using my right brain; more on linguistic and stuff, or smtg tat requires me to amplify a potential thingy. now my left brain has grown bigger and my right brain's throbbing like mad. tis line is making me losing the balance of my life! *argh..

anyway, i've never known myself to give up on anything. if i cant do anything rite, i'd merely immerse myself in it till i get it rite. which is soooOooo f*cking stoopid, cos i just dun seem to know when to give up!! *sigh..somemore i end up becoming like a zombie.

i'm so intense at tis..but then, being an artist merely amplifies a lot of my emotions, which i cant say is a good thing.

mayb i shuld take up some musical instrument like flute or smtg; piano's too hard to move, guitar's too norm, drum cant practice in a room..been thinking of guzheng, but the darn thing cost me to kingdom come. so flute it is. havent decided if i shuld take chinese flute or clarinet, dun really like clarinet, the sound's too shrill for my liking. chinese flute seems nice. like the sound of wind against a grassy back drop..

anyway, just feels like writing a while. then tomorrow wil be a better day. they always do..

cheers dude..and stop patting my back.

oh yea, did i mention they are charging the darn com for the enhancement of my sys for usd 20k? i know! *duh! irony irony..(head shaking with disbelief)

Labels: Angst, Daily, Pain

posted by M.E. # 8:28 PM 0 Comments