thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..
I Hate Superman Returns
Superheroes suck.
Why?
Example, please take a look at latest unreleased Superman.
He went missing for couples of yrs and come back to realise that the world move on without him, including dear ol Lois Lane.
Yes, the world without superheroes doesnt denote armageddon, the villains also seems to go on a dormant mode when superheroes gone missing. Not much challenge defeating the humanoids I guess.
Anyway, there's this scene where Superman was standing just above the earth globe, beyond the atmosphere, saying to himself,
"...the world doesn't need a savior, but everyday I hear people crying for one"
Well, if he's got superpower hearing, how come he cant hear it from Krypton. Or he chose to shut off to the pleas and cries of those who needed him, like shutting off the hearing aid like water pipe.
And if he's willing to leave Lois in the first place and leave her hanging with no explanations then comes back expecting to reclaim back Lois affection, who does he really think he is anyway?
Also to leave the people whom counted on his rescuing them but since he went MIA, so wat does he expect? To come back and hope everything will be alrite?
Lex also seem mighty mild when Superman's not around, there's no challenge for him to be better than a hero the people cheer for. I think he might've suffered from old fashion case of depression, nothing prozac cant handle.
And what is it with the tight-fitting-underwear-worn-on-the-outside uniform after missing for some time? I'm really dissappointed in his sexual gratification towards tight fitting red-undie materials. He's been gone missing several yrs, yet he seems younger looking and wearing tighter than his previous uniform.
If you have been noticing, Superman series shows younger wearing b*ll-crushing-suit-aim-to-maim as the years go by (same as 007, who seems to sleep with any woman of any origin as long as it's got a pair of legs and pretty face to boot) but Lois Lane is still brunnette, wears little makeup and still in tat dreary looking working clothes and lives her life around the Daily Planet.
If Lois Lane still turns on the ol crush faucet for the man in the blue cape, then she's got hav some serious issues with men in tight shorts.
Hope crushed, people learn to lean on themselves and move on with their lives in Metropolis, Lois having a child on her own, Luther went on with his puny little lives without the hope of crushing a superhero..life seems mighty peaceful without much obstacles that any human cant handle.
Yea, life is better off without superheroes, or in this case, Superman.
PS : I think I harbour some sort of an inexplainable distaste for Superman, mayb it's the logic in me, mayb it's my common sense that since the director's been designing the story line for couple of years, they shuld know better instead of trying to cater for younger generations and kinda forget the long lines of loyal fans who read the comic strips since the directors/producers were in their wee napkin still, or mayb, the audience has grown.
Movie directors and producers should really improve their tactics on producing quality logical interesting stories instead of settling to mere sequels and losing fans along the way, new talents should be saught instead of settling for the pretty looking but with less than daisy-like screen chemistry or talent.
Shamefully, I live in an era where Pixar or Dreamworks seems to produce better story lines using animations in comparison to flesh-n-blood old-fashion-human-kind. I feel sad for the movie industry. Perhaps it's time to turn to small unknown movie makers with fresh approach towards movie line compared to the veterans.
At least, I'll b surprised rather than yawn at the over-commercialised movie scenes and feel that I've paid for my money's worth.
Why?
Example, please take a look at latest unreleased Superman.
He went missing for couples of yrs and come back to realise that the world move on without him, including dear ol Lois Lane.
Yes, the world without superheroes doesnt denote armageddon, the villains also seems to go on a dormant mode when superheroes gone missing. Not much challenge defeating the humanoids I guess.
Anyway, there's this scene where Superman was standing just above the earth globe, beyond the atmosphere, saying to himself,
"...the world doesn't need a savior, but everyday I hear people crying for one"
Well, if he's got superpower hearing, how come he cant hear it from Krypton. Or he chose to shut off to the pleas and cries of those who needed him, like shutting off the hearing aid like water pipe.
And if he's willing to leave Lois in the first place and leave her hanging with no explanations then comes back expecting to reclaim back Lois affection, who does he really think he is anyway?
Also to leave the people whom counted on his rescuing them but since he went MIA, so wat does he expect? To come back and hope everything will be alrite?
Lex also seem mighty mild when Superman's not around, there's no challenge for him to be better than a hero the people cheer for. I think he might've suffered from old fashion case of depression, nothing prozac cant handle.
And what is it with the tight-fitting-underwear-worn-on-the-outside uniform after missing for some time? I'm really dissappointed in his sexual gratification towards tight fitting red-undie materials. He's been gone missing several yrs, yet he seems younger looking and wearing tighter than his previous uniform.
If you have been noticing, Superman series shows younger wearing b*ll-crushing-suit-aim-to-maim as the years go by (same as 007, who seems to sleep with any woman of any origin as long as it's got a pair of legs and pretty face to boot) but Lois Lane is still brunnette, wears little makeup and still in tat dreary looking working clothes and lives her life around the Daily Planet.
If Lois Lane still turns on the ol crush faucet for the man in the blue cape, then she's got hav some serious issues with men in tight shorts.
Hope crushed, people learn to lean on themselves and move on with their lives in Metropolis, Lois having a child on her own, Luther went on with his puny little lives without the hope of crushing a superhero..life seems mighty peaceful without much obstacles that any human cant handle.
Yea, life is better off without superheroes, or in this case, Superman.
PS : I think I harbour some sort of an inexplainable distaste for Superman, mayb it's the logic in me, mayb it's my common sense that since the director's been designing the story line for couple of years, they shuld know better instead of trying to cater for younger generations and kinda forget the long lines of loyal fans who read the comic strips since the directors/producers were in their wee napkin still, or mayb, the audience has grown.
Movie directors and producers should really improve their tactics on producing quality logical interesting stories instead of settling to mere sequels and losing fans along the way, new talents should be saught instead of settling for the pretty looking but with less than daisy-like screen chemistry or talent.
Shamefully, I live in an era where Pixar or Dreamworks seems to produce better story lines using animations in comparison to flesh-n-blood old-fashion-human-kind. I feel sad for the movie industry. Perhaps it's time to turn to small unknown movie makers with fresh approach towards movie line compared to the veterans.
At least, I'll b surprised rather than yawn at the over-commercialised movie scenes and feel that I've paid for my money's worth.
Labels: Opinions
posted by M.E. # 6:07 PM 0 Comments
D*mmit
One nite of rendevzous with the drifters in tokyo, and I ended up burnt.
This gotta suck.
PS : Tokyo Drift suck, but it reveals to us the drifting world of the Japs.
PS 2 : V for Vendetta rocks; an antihero but at the same time just another man caught with his own revenge, which is in this fact, best served with an extinct rose.
"All my life people have been telling me I don’t fit in. Maybe I was just in the wrong place.." - Tokyo Drift
This gotta suck.
PS : Tokyo Drift suck, but it reveals to us the drifting world of the Japs.
PS 2 : V for Vendetta rocks; an antihero but at the same time just another man caught with his own revenge, which is in this fact, best served with an extinct rose.
Labels: Thoughts
posted by M.E. # 5:59 PM 0 Comments
For The Depth Of Me
"The beat of the blooded fist knew no age,
Just as the shape of the faceless knew no century;
Logic and religion does not apply,
For timeless seek to find a whole."
Been reading Jasmin's storyteller blog today.
Found some stuff, reminder of once upon a time :
"Don't dare to be different, dare to be yourself – if that doesn't make you different then something is wrong. " – Laura Baker
Sometimes one writes in poetry to maze the expression from the heart..
"The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along." – Jelaluddin Rumi, Year 1246
Can we believe in a lil piece of hope?
"In your films 'Rabun' and 'Sepet', there is this recurrent theme. Throughout both films, you consistently make comparisons between people who are so close to each other that they’re practically one, and people who are emotionally so distanced that they hardly know each other. You seem to have a major worry about mankind that’s niggling in the back of your mind. Do you think films can help people solve such difficult problems in human relationships?" - Quote from http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com
Can any human exist in utter despair?
Philosophers are like stones wrenched from time, all the rough edges frictioned to form smooth surface, reflecting those who chooses to look into it's mirror.
Darn, I'm deep.
Ask for More
Just as the shape of the faceless knew no century;
Logic and religion does not apply,
For timeless seek to find a whole."
Been reading Jasmin's storyteller blog today.
Found some stuff, reminder of once upon a time :
"Don't dare to be different, dare to be yourself – if that doesn't make you different then something is wrong. " – Laura Baker
Sometimes one writes in poetry to maze the expression from the heart..
"The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along." – Jelaluddin Rumi, Year 1246
Can we believe in a lil piece of hope?
"In your films 'Rabun' and 'Sepet', there is this recurrent theme. Throughout both films, you consistently make comparisons between people who are so close to each other that they’re practically one, and people who are emotionally so distanced that they hardly know each other. You seem to have a major worry about mankind that’s niggling in the back of your mind. Do you think films can help people solve such difficult problems in human relationships?" - Quote from http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com
Can any human exist in utter despair?
Philosophers are like stones wrenched from time, all the rough edges frictioned to form smooth surface, reflecting those who chooses to look into it's mirror.
Darn, I'm deep.
Ask for More
Labels: Poignance
posted by M.E. # 5:57 PM 0 Comments
Things I've Learnt Today
Do you know that Johnny Depp has a song written and titled after him by Wesley Willis?
Farney.
Odd is he's attracted to anorexic leading lady (kate moss, vanessa paradis), though the latter does seem to share his profound interest in poignancy or drowning regrets.
Wanna go looking for Paradis's song; M&J, Bliss, St Germain, Joe Le Taxi.
Today as I shifted my housemate's car, I listened to his mp3 collection.
Powerstation's song rock me back to memories. How does one forget their first love? They dun. BuTT. : Buried till triggered.
I lurve Powerstation; such regrets bellowing in their tone, such masculine intensity yet vulnerability when they hit the high notes. Scrunchilicious.
I love chinese rock songs like Powerstation, SinYueTuan. Both my favourite bands from the realm of the dragons. And AMei too. Lurve her 3 days 3 nites. Nobody can top her performance for that particular album. Now she's got harsh voice from screaming so much, but great for bedroom scenes.
I hate chinese songs by default, cos they confuse me. I hate the state of confusion and limbo, so I guess it explains my ever amnesiatic response whenever I try to remember my teenhood.
There are odd times in my life that I feel like I'm living on carnage of the mind and soul. Everthing seems to be used up to exhaustion. But end of the day, there's this satisfaction one gets after all that labor, profound knowledge of knowing that I did all that. Guess that's what ppl feel when they hav revenge or make up s*x.
Makes me remember a line from Candice Bergen, “I may not be a great actress but I've become the greatest at screen org*sms. Ten seconds of heavy breathing, roll your head from side to side, simulate a slight asthma attack and die a little.”
Just received a fwded email bout the upcoming movies of the year. After watching X-Men , I think I'm not looking forward to any more sequel movies for the year. Sometimes, knowing the first is great movie, it's best to leave it at tat. Sequels are mere excuse for lack of creativity juice, more whoring on actions and bigger explosives, and at the end of the day, it makes one feel destructive enuf to imagine how it would feel blowing up their toilet bowl. I hate tat.
I'm starting to hate comedy too, ever realise nobody actually dies inside a comedy? One can throw a cat out the window couples of time to hav it back mummified and ready for another throw. I feel sad for my dog after I watched such movies, cos I fear I might not be able to control my reactions if I'm too immersed in the moment. I dun want my dog end up in a cast.
Which is why cartoons are best of all. Nobody dies, the bad guys are always caught at the end of the day, and lotsa actions involve.
My mum's always explaining to others how I used to watch cartoon quietly yrs back and I'm still watching it now. Watching cartoons are the best therapy ever. Saturday morn is best of em all, starting from 8.30 to 1.30 pm one can just flip on any channel and be smotherified. I love saturdays.
As I went for banking transaction during lunch today, I almost pokai walking out from the bank. Didnt notice the slight steps, n went down in heap like a rhino shot with a tranquilizer. Darn. *sigh..
Thought I sprained my ankles. Last time sprained it jogging a few km (didnt see a hole hidden amidst grass), had to limp to my ex-nanny's house to call me dad. It looked like rhino foot then, as if somebody had put an Engorgement Charm on it. Spent a week having somebody from me mum's hospital to massage it back to it's original size. He told me after a few days massage that an amateur footballer was getting his massage and tears was running down his cheek, so I must be pretty tough by his definition. Man, I didnt dare to cry cos I thought all gals should be strong, take it like a man, be independent..if he'd only knew how many times the tears threaten to fall..
Sis called saying that her bf family will b moving back to Labuan soon. Cos the dad cant get used to living in kl. If cant get used, learn la..or in the first plc dun invest a shop in kl..now so many things hav to undo. *sigh..I feel sorry for the wife, cos she appears to be the anchor in the family, somebody w a level head though a housewife by definition. My sis was complaining if her bf turn out to be like the father, she would lost him in an intant. If one is not married into the family, easier said and done, if married for yrs, the emotional root is deeper than words. I was angry listening to her telling me stuff cos the dad appears to be impulsive..angry man, who isnt. Imagine in the wife's shoes, or the sons's shoes, suddenly say wanna go back cos cant get used. &*^&^*&@*&@ If cant get used, learn la..adui. Some more persist want wife to go back w him, can just bring one of the son who doesnt want to study, but nooOOoooo..must bring wife back also. All the investment go down the drain.
Before I end the blog for the day, here's the lyric of Johnny Depp, the song.
You are a rich man
You are a rich rock singer
You are a busy man with the midas touch
I like you a lot in the mix
You are a working class dog
You are a busy man
You own the Viper Room in Hollywood, California
You can really call the shots
You are a friend to the end
You are a messiah
You are a great man on a ride
I like you very well in the mix
chorus :
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp!
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp!
- song lyrics
Farney.
Odd is he's attracted to anorexic leading lady (kate moss, vanessa paradis), though the latter does seem to share his profound interest in poignancy or drowning regrets.
Wanna go looking for Paradis's song; M&J, Bliss, St Germain, Joe Le Taxi.
Today as I shifted my housemate's car, I listened to his mp3 collection.
Powerstation's song rock me back to memories. How does one forget their first love? They dun. BuTT. : Buried till triggered.
I lurve Powerstation; such regrets bellowing in their tone, such masculine intensity yet vulnerability when they hit the high notes. Scrunchilicious.
I love chinese rock songs like Powerstation, SinYueTuan. Both my favourite bands from the realm of the dragons. And AMei too. Lurve her 3 days 3 nites. Nobody can top her performance for that particular album. Now she's got harsh voice from screaming so much, but great for bedroom scenes.
I hate chinese songs by default, cos they confuse me. I hate the state of confusion and limbo, so I guess it explains my ever amnesiatic response whenever I try to remember my teenhood.
There are odd times in my life that I feel like I'm living on carnage of the mind and soul. Everthing seems to be used up to exhaustion. But end of the day, there's this satisfaction one gets after all that labor, profound knowledge of knowing that I did all that. Guess that's what ppl feel when they hav revenge or make up s*x.
Makes me remember a line from Candice Bergen, “I may not be a great actress but I've become the greatest at screen org*sms. Ten seconds of heavy breathing, roll your head from side to side, simulate a slight asthma attack and die a little.”
Just received a fwded email bout the upcoming movies of the year. After watching X-Men , I think I'm not looking forward to any more sequel movies for the year. Sometimes, knowing the first is great movie, it's best to leave it at tat. Sequels are mere excuse for lack of creativity juice, more whoring on actions and bigger explosives, and at the end of the day, it makes one feel destructive enuf to imagine how it would feel blowing up their toilet bowl. I hate tat.
I'm starting to hate comedy too, ever realise nobody actually dies inside a comedy? One can throw a cat out the window couples of time to hav it back mummified and ready for another throw. I feel sad for my dog after I watched such movies, cos I fear I might not be able to control my reactions if I'm too immersed in the moment. I dun want my dog end up in a cast.
Which is why cartoons are best of all. Nobody dies, the bad guys are always caught at the end of the day, and lotsa actions involve.
My mum's always explaining to others how I used to watch cartoon quietly yrs back and I'm still watching it now. Watching cartoons are the best therapy ever. Saturday morn is best of em all, starting from 8.30 to 1.30 pm one can just flip on any channel and be smotherified. I love saturdays.
As I went for banking transaction during lunch today, I almost pokai walking out from the bank. Didnt notice the slight steps, n went down in heap like a rhino shot with a tranquilizer. Darn. *sigh..
Thought I sprained my ankles. Last time sprained it jogging a few km (didnt see a hole hidden amidst grass), had to limp to my ex-nanny's house to call me dad. It looked like rhino foot then, as if somebody had put an Engorgement Charm on it. Spent a week having somebody from me mum's hospital to massage it back to it's original size. He told me after a few days massage that an amateur footballer was getting his massage and tears was running down his cheek, so I must be pretty tough by his definition. Man, I didnt dare to cry cos I thought all gals should be strong, take it like a man, be independent..if he'd only knew how many times the tears threaten to fall..
Sis called saying that her bf family will b moving back to Labuan soon. Cos the dad cant get used to living in kl. If cant get used, learn la..or in the first plc dun invest a shop in kl..now so many things hav to undo. *sigh..I feel sorry for the wife, cos she appears to be the anchor in the family, somebody w a level head though a housewife by definition. My sis was complaining if her bf turn out to be like the father, she would lost him in an intant. If one is not married into the family, easier said and done, if married for yrs, the emotional root is deeper than words. I was angry listening to her telling me stuff cos the dad appears to be impulsive..angry man, who isnt. Imagine in the wife's shoes, or the sons's shoes, suddenly say wanna go back cos cant get used. &*^&^*&@*&@ If cant get used, learn la..adui. Some more persist want wife to go back w him, can just bring one of the son who doesnt want to study, but nooOOoooo..must bring wife back also. All the investment go down the drain.
Before I end the blog for the day, here's the lyric of Johnny Depp, the song.
You are a rich man
You are a rich rock singer
You are a busy man with the midas touch
I like you a lot in the mix
You are a working class dog
You are a busy man
You own the Viper Room in Hollywood, California
You can really call the shots
You are a friend to the end
You are a messiah
You are a great man on a ride
I like you very well in the mix
chorus :
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp!
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp!
- song lyrics
Labels: Lesson
posted by M.E. # 3:19 PM 0 Comments
Tickled Toes
My sis just came frm jb last nite to join us.
Had a nice homely dinner together, just the 3 sis chatting bout what's happening in our lives and stuff.
Nat mentioned bout how her acting got nice commentations from her lecturer and peers. And she's starting to get really hooked up on her study; like start to really listen in class and noticing the tips given by the lecturer. Told me she lurved the study environment in Nanyang. Great that it turned out ok.
She was apprehensive at first when her peers were telling her that how come she got form 6 result still studying for nursing in sg, but now when she saw so many doctrine dropouts from china and other people who'd been working for pretty some time trying out nursing, she's comforted that she didnt make the wrong choice.
** A word about choice; dun regret whatever decisions u make, if it doesnt turn out the way u want it to or watever, make the best of it or be grateful u get the chance to learn now rather than in later life. Move on. **
We called dad in hometown, he's starting to hav a bit of the "Missing" symptoms, means he'd call somebody to fill up the missing holes in his heart. Weird really. Then called mum in kuching.
Nat sms dd to discover one of her friend sent her a bday gift to our house in hometown. She was excited bout the bday present, not really in the present itself if u get my drift, and asked dd to send a pic of it.
She couldnt stop mentioning it, but 10 minutes later she mentioned in melancholy that mum's gonna light up the candle at grandpa's tomb before giving a sigh. hehe..couldnt stop feeling tickled.
She mentioned her experience w my uncle in jb too; how he was a bachelor back in the heigh days (but gotten married at age 21), how he struggled during his pre-retirement (half way goin home to jb frm sg only to be called back to work at the custom), how uncle n aunt communicate at home, saying sometimes long term couples do get bored with one another but hey that's life, how he sulked during mother's day that all mothers are being treated like a dragon whereas fathers are being treated like a worm (try saying that in chinese) when my sis gave a self-made card to my aunt for mother's day, how uncle likes to eat ice cream and banana whereas aunt takes supper when she couldnt sleep, how many stories he was telling my sis and cause her ears to burn but excited to listen for more at the same time..
Odd that ppl dun usually tell much to their own family but treat strangers like ol pals.
I'm grateful she's optimistic : Some ppl say optimism is not a good thing to hav cos one tends to be bias to the harsh reality, but I hav to differ. It's great for a person's attitude and approach in life, and tat enthusiasm is very infectious in real life senario. Makes a person look forward to a new day with challenge beckoning at them, better than being a pessimist any day for me.
Nat's on holiday till tis weekend, gonna bring her for hair cut and movies and shoppings, things sisters do with one another.
I lurve all my sisters, each of them unique and nice to watch.
B's mature for her age, high taste in cooking, used to eat like a bird, cynical and emotionally dependent. Used to be tomboyishly independent, now chidingly girlish.
Nat's optimistic, artistic, and a whole package of potential waiting to be discovered. And she has some qualities that I lacked, like telling everyday stories with a constant chuckle buried beneath her voice (read humorous approach).
Dd's quiet, prim and knows what she wants in life. Which can be troublesome cos life are notorious for dropping surprises on our laps. But she's getting better as it goes, gonna join us in kl like next year.
Good to know we are all over Malaysia, and has friends in penang, kl, jb, sg, sarawak and lawas.
Wun be moving anyday soon cos my sis bf's family is tentatively living here till the father decides what to do with himself.
Sometimes, one gt feel grateful for little mercies, like not having dad like my sis bf's. I guess some ppl hav lotsa misgivings for dads or mums or takers as responsible adults.
But hey, life's a balance. If one has a bachelor excuse for a dad, they'd turn out pretty stable if not commitment phobic, if one has a dad who doesnt know wat he wants and makes other ppl miserable, sometimes they turn out to be understanding. Guess life's a bitch, and it has puppies.
Anyway, bringing all the sis out for hair cuts tonite, then dinner and movie marathon on wednesday. Shopping on thurs, fri and sat before she heads home for sg. Need to get stuff for uncle and aunt and her housemates in sg.
"We live in a country where John Lennon takes six bullets in the chest. Yoko Ono is standing right next to him. Not one F**king bullet. Explain that to me! Explain that to me!" - Denis Leary
Had a nice homely dinner together, just the 3 sis chatting bout what's happening in our lives and stuff.
Nat mentioned bout how her acting got nice commentations from her lecturer and peers. And she's starting to get really hooked up on her study; like start to really listen in class and noticing the tips given by the lecturer. Told me she lurved the study environment in Nanyang. Great that it turned out ok.
She was apprehensive at first when her peers were telling her that how come she got form 6 result still studying for nursing in sg, but now when she saw so many doctrine dropouts from china and other people who'd been working for pretty some time trying out nursing, she's comforted that she didnt make the wrong choice.
** A word about choice; dun regret whatever decisions u make, if it doesnt turn out the way u want it to or watever, make the best of it or be grateful u get the chance to learn now rather than in later life. Move on. **
We called dad in hometown, he's starting to hav a bit of the "Missing" symptoms, means he'd call somebody to fill up the missing holes in his heart. Weird really. Then called mum in kuching.
Nat sms dd to discover one of her friend sent her a bday gift to our house in hometown. She was excited bout the bday present, not really in the present itself if u get my drift, and asked dd to send a pic of it.
She couldnt stop mentioning it, but 10 minutes later she mentioned in melancholy that mum's gonna light up the candle at grandpa's tomb before giving a sigh. hehe..couldnt stop feeling tickled.
She mentioned her experience w my uncle in jb too; how he was a bachelor back in the heigh days (but gotten married at age 21), how he struggled during his pre-retirement (half way goin home to jb frm sg only to be called back to work at the custom), how uncle n aunt communicate at home, saying sometimes long term couples do get bored with one another but hey that's life, how he sulked during mother's day that all mothers are being treated like a dragon whereas fathers are being treated like a worm (try saying that in chinese) when my sis gave a self-made card to my aunt for mother's day, how uncle likes to eat ice cream and banana whereas aunt takes supper when she couldnt sleep, how many stories he was telling my sis and cause her ears to burn but excited to listen for more at the same time..
Odd that ppl dun usually tell much to their own family but treat strangers like ol pals.
I'm grateful she's optimistic : Some ppl say optimism is not a good thing to hav cos one tends to be bias to the harsh reality, but I hav to differ. It's great for a person's attitude and approach in life, and tat enthusiasm is very infectious in real life senario. Makes a person look forward to a new day with challenge beckoning at them, better than being a pessimist any day for me.
Nat's on holiday till tis weekend, gonna bring her for hair cut and movies and shoppings, things sisters do with one another.
I lurve all my sisters, each of them unique and nice to watch.
B's mature for her age, high taste in cooking, used to eat like a bird, cynical and emotionally dependent. Used to be tomboyishly independent, now chidingly girlish.
Nat's optimistic, artistic, and a whole package of potential waiting to be discovered. And she has some qualities that I lacked, like telling everyday stories with a constant chuckle buried beneath her voice (read humorous approach).
Dd's quiet, prim and knows what she wants in life. Which can be troublesome cos life are notorious for dropping surprises on our laps. But she's getting better as it goes, gonna join us in kl like next year.
Good to know we are all over Malaysia, and has friends in penang, kl, jb, sg, sarawak and lawas.
Wun be moving anyday soon cos my sis bf's family is tentatively living here till the father decides what to do with himself.
Sometimes, one gt feel grateful for little mercies, like not having dad like my sis bf's. I guess some ppl hav lotsa misgivings for dads or mums or takers as responsible adults.
But hey, life's a balance. If one has a bachelor excuse for a dad, they'd turn out pretty stable if not commitment phobic, if one has a dad who doesnt know wat he wants and makes other ppl miserable, sometimes they turn out to be understanding. Guess life's a bitch, and it has puppies.
Anyway, bringing all the sis out for hair cuts tonite, then dinner and movie marathon on wednesday. Shopping on thurs, fri and sat before she heads home for sg. Need to get stuff for uncle and aunt and her housemates in sg.
"We live in a country where John Lennon takes six bullets in the chest. Yoko Ono is standing right next to him. Not one F**king bullet. Explain that to me! Explain that to me!" - Denis Leary
Labels: Thoughts
posted by M.E. # 3:12 PM 0 Comments
Things That Irks Me # 1
I hate being annoyed. So pls, dun try to tempt into annoying me. I might just made ur day..with a hachet.
I hate headaches too, cos I rarely got one. When I do, frowns happen, wrinkles appear, dark clouds ascending. It's gonna rain soon. Frogs croak and the dogs might howl for no reason.
I hate betrayals. They make me purchase more bricks.
I hate bachelor-husbands. Cos they made me blood boil. And tat might cause smoke to come outta me ears and nose, eyes red flamin like fire and hands clenched for fist fights. And I've got lotsa high-pitched breath to back all my arguments too. So, dun irk me in tat department.
I hate mind-f*ckers. They dun understand the whole principle of being an ethical human being.
I hate ppl who says that I'm blur. Just becos my mind works differently or a few steps ahead of u guys, is no reason to say I'm blur. I make mistakes, pls correct me when I'm off topics, dun stereotype me or I wun speak w u anymore.
I hate ppl who complains too much and do too little. Cause it's repetitive and it tires my brain out trying to look for solutions.
I hate a conversation that goes around in a circle and gets nowhere cause it tires me. Nice stories are ok. I'm just never good at small talks or telling jokes, they are one of the limitations of my abilities.
I hate it when I provide feedbacks and ppl start screaming at me that they just want listening ears, not for my feedbacks. Try to rule it out first before telling me stuff. My brain doesnt work tat way by default.
I hate it when I'm down on my luck and there's no one I can talk to. I hate it when I'm fearful of the steps I'm goin to take. I hate it when I change my ways only to discover that I've been a fool to change in the first place.
I hate being scolded in the morn. Scold me after I'm back from work. Thank you. PS : First hand warning will be fully appreaciated. Gifts and presents will flock.
I hate sitting around doing nothing. Sleep is better, same as death by falling piano.
I hate being angry, cos I dun get angry very easily and I tend to forget what I was angry about. And I always speak first. I hate myself cos everytime I opened my mouth, a lil part of my ego dies with it. I dun wanna live my life egoless, it's a lonely and boring life being a spineless chick.
I hate it that I speak without thinking first, or when I forget to speak wat's on my mind cos when I do remember, the moment's passed. I hate being in a condition where I cant balk, cos I'd need to finish my current responsibilities before starting on a new one. I hate being committed, cos it's akin to being suffocated.
I hate being s
I hate, I hate..how I relish in my hatred.
..to be continued.
PS : SH*T, I lost my beautiful list. Trigger.Friendly.Fingers.Irks.Me.{repeat in infinite loop, from A Minor to A Capella..add fist bangs to it. If feels great, add head bangs}
I hate headaches too, cos I rarely got one. When I do, frowns happen, wrinkles appear, dark clouds ascending. It's gonna rain soon. Frogs croak and the dogs might howl for no reason.
I hate betrayals. They make me purchase more bricks.
I hate bachelor-husbands. Cos they made me blood boil. And tat might cause smoke to come outta me ears and nose, eyes red flamin like fire and hands clenched for fist fights. And I've got lotsa high-pitched breath to back all my arguments too. So, dun irk me in tat department.
I hate mind-f*ckers. They dun understand the whole principle of being an ethical human being.
I hate ppl who says that I'm blur. Just becos my mind works differently or a few steps ahead of u guys, is no reason to say I'm blur. I make mistakes, pls correct me when I'm off topics, dun stereotype me or I wun speak w u anymore.
I hate ppl who complains too much and do too little. Cause it's repetitive and it tires my brain out trying to look for solutions.
I hate a conversation that goes around in a circle and gets nowhere cause it tires me. Nice stories are ok. I'm just never good at small talks or telling jokes, they are one of the limitations of my abilities.
I hate it when I provide feedbacks and ppl start screaming at me that they just want listening ears, not for my feedbacks. Try to rule it out first before telling me stuff. My brain doesnt work tat way by default.
I hate it when I'm down on my luck and there's no one I can talk to. I hate it when I'm fearful of the steps I'm goin to take. I hate it when I change my ways only to discover that I've been a fool to change in the first place.
I hate being scolded in the morn. Scold me after I'm back from work. Thank you. PS : First hand warning will be fully appreaciated. Gifts and presents will flock.
I hate sitting around doing nothing. Sleep is better, same as death by falling piano.
I hate being angry, cos I dun get angry very easily and I tend to forget what I was angry about. And I always speak first. I hate myself cos everytime I opened my mouth, a lil part of my ego dies with it. I dun wanna live my life egoless, it's a lonely and boring life being a spineless chick.
I hate it that I speak without thinking first, or when I forget to speak wat's on my mind cos when I do remember, the moment's passed. I hate being in a condition where I cant balk, cos I'd need to finish my current responsibilities before starting on a new one. I hate being committed, cos it's akin to being suffocated.
I hate being s
I hate, I hate..how I relish in my hatred.
..to be continued.
PS : SH*T, I lost my beautiful list. Trigger.Friendly.Fingers.Irks.Me.{repeat in infinite loop, from A Minor to A Capella..add fist bangs to it. If feels great, add head bangs}
Labels: Angst
posted by M.E. # 6:14 PM 0 Comments
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