"It's a Nod problem." she says.
"An odd problem?"
"A Nod problem. You know, the land of Nod, east of Eden? In the Bible?"
"I know the reference. but..."
"Cain kills his brother Able." she says, "and God sets him wandering in the wilderness as a punishment. Cain ends up in Nod, where he settles and gets married. Which is a problem, logically, because Adam and Eve are supposed to be the first people on earth, and as far as we know, Cain and Abel are their only children. So where did this wife come from?
"Now, people who don't believe in the Bible tend to think the Nod problem is a big deal. Like for example, there was this guy my mother dated one time for a couple months, Roger, who was this totally rabid atheist, and he used to pick on Phil__"
"Your brother was religious?" the doctor asks.
"In a little-boy kind of way. My mother was raised Lutheran, and even though she didn't really believe, she took us to church because she thought it would be good for us. I stopped going as soon as I was old enough to say no, but Phil really got into it. Said his prayers every day, the whole bit. So along comes Roger, and he's constantly razzing Phil about inconsistencies in Scripture.
'Hey Phil, it says here in the Gospels that Judas hanged himself because he was sorry for betraying Christ. But it says in Acts that Judas wasn't sorry, and he died when his stomach exploded. How come there are two difference versions of the story?' Or, 'Hey Phil, if all the disciples fell asleep in the Garden of Gethsemane, how did Matthew know what Jesus said in his prayers?' The Nod problem, though, that was his favorite; 'Hey Phil, it says that God put a mark on Cain to warn other people not to harm him. What other people, Phil? His parents? The same one who didn't listen when God told them not to eat the fruit?'
"And how did Phil respond?"
"Well like I said before, Phil was a big-time nitpicker himself, so at first he kind of got into it. He tried to play along, only Roger wasn't playing. Roger would shoot down every explanation Phil came up with, until finally Phil had to admit he didn't have an answer, and then Roger would say. 'So does that mean you're going to give up this Bible nonsense?' and Phil would say. 'No,' and Roger would say, "That's because religion makes people stupid."
"What did you think of that?"
"Oh , I definitely think religion makes people stupid." she says. "But Roger was still a hypocrite."
"Why a hypocrite?"
"Because the Nod problems didn't have anything to do with him being an atheist. If the Bible had been perfectly consistent, he still wouldn't have believed a word of it. His mind was made up, and pointing out contradictions was just away of being smug- and meanwhile, he completely missed where Phil was coming from.
"Phil did believe in the Bible. Part of believing that the Bible is true is believing that any problems in the text have solutions. Actually knowing what solution are isn't important. It's like, just because I can't tell you what killed the dinosaurs doesn't mean they aren't extinct. And so to Phil, looking at it from that perspective, it was Roger who was being unreasonable. So Phil didn't know where Cain's wife came from. So what?
"And it's the same with this." She waves a hand at the papers in front of her. "Don't pretend this is some kind of objectives inquiry for you. You've already decided what you believe. All you're doing now is looking for a club to beat me with until I agree to see things your way."
"Jane..."
"But that's not going to happen. I know my story is true. If something about it doesn't add up for you, we can discuss it, but don't try to blow a little discrepancy out of proportion. It's just a Nod problem."
"Well, you're putting me in a difficult position," the doctor says. "If I can't question inconsistencies in your account__"
"You can question them. I just said we can discuss it."
"But you're unwilling to entertain any real doubt."
"Which makes us even," she says. "Just like Phil and Roger."
The doctor frowns.
"Sorry to spoil your game plan. Does this mean you don't want to hear any more?"
"No, I still want to hear the whole story."
"Good. Because it would make you a liar if you didn't. I mean, you're already a liar for saying you'd keep an open mind, but if you bailed on me now you'd be a double liar."
CREDITS: extracted from the book, Bad Monkeys by Matt Ruff.
*PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!, I thought I would make people curious about this book. ^.^*
*WINKS WINKS WINKS!!!*
i just especially like this part of the book so far, it makes you think, and actually, overly thinking is just as bad. some times all we need is faith. there's no need to think too much on certain things in life. if we did, my first question is always, why is an apple, called an apple? since it's the first thing/item you learn when you learn ABC.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
a long happy sad journey, and you missed the ride.
life is about a journey.
one where you make many decisions.
to be happy or sad, all those feelings, is a decision.
you can wake up one sad morning and decide to be sad, and stay sad the whole day. or you can change it, and decide to be happy, and try to remain happy the entire day.
or you could just choose to be happy to begin with.
life, is a journey,
there are lots of roads to take. none of these roads are straight. if it were, you'll only be going in circles. around the world you might have been, but only in that linear coordinate.
probably the same continent.
and it's only those roads where there are a lot of curves, obstacles that makes it, interesting. that makes life, a living challenge every step, every single day.
like a graft, it looks interesting, when it's a parabola.
lots to explore.
life, is a journey,
where there are many means of transportation.
and some times,
you would miss a ride.
later in life, you probably get to hitch the ride again.
but that depends.
with a big perhaps.
we could be jumping on different tracks,
and never cross path again.
we were in the same station.
i wanted to be in that same cabin, same ride, with you.
to ride this journey together. hoping.
i waited.
but somehow, i didn't miss the ride,
you, you missed the ride.
and i was already on the train.
but that's okay, i am only riding this journey alone.
tho, not entirely alone.
in this cabin, there are lots of strangers,
friends to be made.
perhaps later in life, we'll meet again.
in another station.
for now, we just have to move on.
and make our own decisions.
to be happy, or sad it's up to me.
and perhaps, the only good thing about this ride,
this journey was,
i never lost you, in some ways.
since we were never in the same cabin.
how could you loose something, you never had to begin with.
we'll just have to see,
if we ever cross path again.
and if i would even want to be on that ride with you, by then.
one where you make many decisions.
to be happy or sad, all those feelings, is a decision.
you can wake up one sad morning and decide to be sad, and stay sad the whole day. or you can change it, and decide to be happy, and try to remain happy the entire day.
or you could just choose to be happy to begin with.
life, is a journey,
there are lots of roads to take. none of these roads are straight. if it were, you'll only be going in circles. around the world you might have been, but only in that linear coordinate.
probably the same continent.
and it's only those roads where there are a lot of curves, obstacles that makes it, interesting. that makes life, a living challenge every step, every single day.
like a graft, it looks interesting, when it's a parabola.
lots to explore.
life, is a journey,
where there are many means of transportation.
and some times,
you would miss a ride.
later in life, you probably get to hitch the ride again.
but that depends.
with a big perhaps.
we could be jumping on different tracks,
and never cross path again.
we were in the same station.
i wanted to be in that same cabin, same ride, with you.
to ride this journey together. hoping.
i waited.
but somehow, i didn't miss the ride,
you, you missed the ride.
and i was already on the train.
but that's okay, i am only riding this journey alone.
tho, not entirely alone.
in this cabin, there are lots of strangers,
friends to be made.
perhaps later in life, we'll meet again.
in another station.
for now, we just have to move on.
and make our own decisions.
to be happy, or sad it's up to me.
and perhaps, the only good thing about this ride,
this journey was,
i never lost you, in some ways.
since we were never in the same cabin.
how could you loose something, you never had to begin with.
we'll just have to see,
if we ever cross path again.
and if i would even want to be on that ride with you, by then.
Friday, February 20, 2009
dust if you must
found this on the internet,
more accurately, on the floor in the house.
the kids must have took it from their mother, my lazy-ass sister.
but was an interesting read. so inspiring, totally.
it goes something like this,
LADIES & GENTLEMEN, Remember, a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
A house becomes a home when you can write "I Love You" on the furniture.
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - 'in case someone came over'.
*not me, the author of this story*
Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!
NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the 'condition' of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advise.
Life is short, Enjoy it.
DUST IF YOU MUST, but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake cookies or a cake and lick the spoon or plant a seed, ponder the difference want and need?
DUST IF YOU MUST, but there's not much time, with beer to drink, rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
DUST IF YOU MUST, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around, again.
DUST IF YOU MUST, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind, and when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more DUST!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
... yeaps so i am totally inspired. i ain't cleaning my room no more. HAHA. i'll just hire CALVIN ... to do it. :P
more accurately, on the floor in the house.
the kids must have took it from their mother, my lazy-ass sister.
but was an interesting read. so inspiring, totally.
it goes something like this,
LADIES & GENTLEMEN, Remember, a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
A house becomes a home when you can write "I Love You" on the furniture.
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - 'in case someone came over'.
*not me, the author of this story*
Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!
NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the 'condition' of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advise.
Life is short, Enjoy it.
DUST IF YOU MUST, but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake cookies or a cake and lick the spoon or plant a seed, ponder the difference want and need?
DUST IF YOU MUST, but there's not much time, with beer to drink, rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
DUST IF YOU MUST, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around, again.
DUST IF YOU MUST, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind, and when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more DUST!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
... yeaps so i am totally inspired. i ain't cleaning my room no more. HAHA. i'll just hire CALVIN ... to do it. :P
Sunday, February 15, 2009
it's all about you that it turned to be about me.
one quiet peaceful saturday.
a valentine's saturday.
after the little prince was recovering from a party. and his fever...
his email made a "ting" sound.
*mac users will understand this*
so he checked it.
only to find. a nonsense comment on his blog.
hence the little prince went to the commentator and warn him.
no more such nonsense. OK?
because the actual intention of this blogger is up to no no.
he has a history, a bad history of WHORING online for attention.
and well his latest writings shows his old pattern.
altho he denies it. and probably does not realizes it.
*dah nak tunjuk belang dah tu! OI bahaya~*
he even denied that he was DAVID.
*he use to call himself, DAVID THE MAN*
-.- lame ass. pukes blood.
it was a pity i did not screen snap the first comment, as it was so, decent.
like seriously. i can almost die and go to heaven with that kind of comment i gave.
*then i screen shot everything, including some of the classic trademark commenting style, you know just in case he deletes them, for old time sake!*
i simply wrote; *something like that* david no more nonsense on my blog ah. so unrelated. ish.
and then he came commenting...
... why erm... would i want to understand you? you don't step on my tail, like I CARE you even exist.
but you did, so, you're now in shit.
well, i might be UGLY, but i have nothing to hide.
a blog is a journal. and even more.
a portal where you meet many wonderful new friends.
a business tool of communication.
for a journal, some people do not wish to be known.
hence they remain anonymous. very discreet. no pictures what so ever.
some people love to camwhore. *finger points at froggie*
some people are insecure of their looks.
which is fine as long as their heart is pure, they look good!
some do it for attention, because they have no life.
some do it because it is their life.
some people just want to write.
and lots of other individuals.
i no longer blog with photos not because i feel insecure with my looks, i simply want to write and rant. and mainly because i love this all minimal white layout.
so clean. *i wish my room was this clean!*
but this post, requires COLOURS.
*mainly grey and white will do*
i know i am not super super cute like WILLY or Alex.
*yes ALEX is cute, go stalk him*
Or like my adiorable godbrother Aaron cute.
Or dashing cute like Leo.
Or slutty camwhore cute like Froggie.
etc etc etc cute dashing sexy handsome hot bloggers out there.
i know, like what HAMSAP said i am only worthy of a title below average.
=.=
so to be called... UGLY by a FUGLY is like... WTF.
... SAN~~~~!!! O.O
ugly me have, styled a lot of celebrities... *winks*
even tho i am ugly, at least i have graced TIFF's red carpet, at least i have a movie poster. and a cut-out-board for fans to camwhore with. ^.^
and well at least i have friends who cares about me.
*wonders if DAVID has friends... mmm... awwww... POOR HIM*
david, if i am ugly, fine. i can accept that.
big deal go plastic surgery loh if i am so desperate to look good.
but if i am ugly, it means you are BEYOND ugly.
*i've seen your pictures too!*
super hideous, and AH PEK. and being a AH PEK,
oh i am so sorry, fashion stylist, make up artist, hair stylist,
also cannot help you.
its your mentality.
go get that fix first k. because
like those china aunties,
got money buy LV, still like kampung.
WHY?
no taste means no taste.
and where are YOUR PHOTOS DAVID?
come let the world see your AH PEK look.
*Please do not show that PINK super duper fugly top that i swear after looking at it, seeing any shrink did not help get rid of that image, don't torture your new readers k. they will go mental and blind ah.*
^.^ now don't even go asking for my voice, it's too good for your hearing.
to be fair there's one thing that i gained from reading your blog, the old blog, that time when you made one blogger so furious and i click on his blog to read about his life. that blogger is now my little godbrother. ^.^ thank you wo~
and to be fair to me, i did put you up on my link last time.
like i said i warned you, no more nonsense.
you just don't get it. all those silly little comments you drop everywhere. just look at your ridiculous random cupid comments on people's blog. what do they mean? gosh, you're pathetic to be called David.
I doubt you were even given that name on your birth certificate, because you show no value of a DAVID.
*DAVID do you
MUACKS~
PEACE PEACE PEACE PEACE~ WORLD PEACE~~~ ^.^
p.s sorry nase couldn't do a thank you valentine party post, this KNNCB stole your lime light. go kick his ass. hahaha.
Friday, February 6, 2009
for the love of life
here are some thoughts
people say that when you die,
*rather movies portraits it that way*
you basically die in what you wear.
and some what become an immortal.
with that impression.
so i do wonder...
do they get to change their wardrobe?
*NO? omg ALWAYS WEAR VERY GRAND TO GO OUT KAY!!!*
if you died while having sex.
... i would like to think due to high climax moment...
will you go nude for the rest of your life???
*ALSO WEAR CLOTHES WHILE HAVING SEX!!!*
... NEVER SLEEP NUDE!!! always always GRAND NIGHTY!!!
at least... you are covered then... LOLS.
*coughs coughs coughs JOJO please wear nice nice on set k~*
... and this also brings up the aging question.
will you still age?
if you died at 30, will you look 30 for... EVER?
... what if you died at 25...
and later... what if your wife died at 50.
and the both of you meet up later in after life... LOLS...
that FEELS WEIRD! hahahaha.
imagine that...
and to add... he was nude... and she died in some fancy gala dinner... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
... like honey let's start off where we left off,
i am nude already. start striping you,
it's been a long 20 over years of waiting. LOLS
what about if your widow wife eventually found a new husband. and years later they all died and erm, do you greet them as well?
gosh wouldn't that be awkward?
surely makes me wonder... what is the meaning of after life?
image that, dead husband waiting for wife to erm... die... only to find out after she dies, she brings her new husband and kids etc along.
*they all died in a car crash LOLS!!!*
... and well he has been horny for the past 20 over earth years... and man BUMMER... she has a new man! AND FAMILY!
so here's the question, what is there to do after life? you sit there and wait? read? day dream? laugh at the living??? of how silly they are??? =.=
and if it's about reunion, waiting for your love ones, then does that really mean, in life there's one and only person you could and should be with.
like what they say,
"bagaikan buah pinang dibelah dua"...
so you shouldn't find another.
or... another doesn't really exist?
Quote from the book, "Send Me A Lover"
"he obviously wasn't the right one, better fish in the sea."
"... i don't think there'll ever be any other fish. No matter how many oceans I might swim."
End Quote
if it's not about love... then sex is more like a reproduction tool. and hence it shouldn't be a taboo anymore to queer sex. since the world is erm... over populated. like... seriously. people need to be dying here... ^.^
less men more share. HAHAHAHAHA.
my mind lately is sure twisted! gosh. i need sex. but nah i don't wanna reproduce anything. hahahahahaha. just pure pleasure. lust. naughty wild kinky sex!
*grins*
... must be the weather.
... surely it is.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
puteri gunung ledang
so puteri gunung ledang...
since last night was the preview night,
all medias friends family etc etc etc
were invited to watch for free.
hahaha. best things in life really come in free.
not double. or packages, just free.
the play was awesome.
tho i did had a higher expectation on it.
but i will probably blame it on the venue.
the seats, they were bad.
i mean literally bad.
i don't mean our sitting position,
that was just marvelous.
center center. you couldn't ask for more.
so about the seats,
OMFG. i am petite.
and i felt claustrophobic sitting there.
basically no landing area for your feet.
the design/material was not ergonomic at ALL!!!
3 hours on that seat was a nightmare.
even the old TGV cinemas are way way better.
ISTANA BUDAYA you need a major MAJOR renovation!
about the performances, i must say i am really impressed.
that they could really remember the entire script!!!
haha. it wasn't short lines but LONG LONG LONG lines.
i loved the indo lango more than the malaya lango.
they even used LAH at some point.
-.- ish. and to say that it was ancient time.
at least the indo lango was just more stylo. haha.
costumes could have been a better colour palate.
only because sometimes i can't see who is singing.
even if they were the supporting extras.
because the extras extras were also in the same colour.
-.-
musics, at times it felt like i was watching a disney play or evita peroni play.
but overall i loved the score.
stage was good. they really utilized the entire dimension. haha.
and for such a small area... it was GOOD!
imagine if the venue was bigger. wicked!
visuals & effect... i really didn't like the ala mao tse-tung flag.
or effect when the maharaja pahit's entourage was marching...
omg. that effect was... cheezy ah.
everything else i likey~
especially all the MAGIC tricks. haha.
puteri and the witch can like suddenly disappear.
kewls!
... so istana budaya you have a good stage for tricks...
i can't believe i did what i did backstage.
kewls. haha.
merci merci for the tickets, crystal, jason, adam.
... on a ultra bitchy note.
everyone i knew dressed up.
everyone i knew qued up to enter.
but some people... *holds hand up holds diva pose*
some malaysians, they just wore tshirts and jeans.
and well just walked into the gate/entrance like it was their dad's house.
nya MA CI BAI ah.
i don't wanna elobrate much on the play because it's meant for your own eyes to see. and experiences it. not by my words. because i really did enjoyed it. even tho there were things i wished that they would do it differently, but that's my opnion, and only after i watched it. so if you wanna bitch you have to watch it. HAHAHA.
support la go watch la~
malaysia's stage play,
somemore this is a muscial k.
like... how rare. haha.
since last night was the preview night,
all medias friends family etc etc etc
were invited to watch for free.
hahaha. best things in life really come in free.
not double. or packages, just free.
the play was awesome.
tho i did had a higher expectation on it.
but i will probably blame it on the venue.
the seats, they were bad.
i mean literally bad.
i don't mean our sitting position,
that was just marvelous.
center center. you couldn't ask for more.
so about the seats,
OMFG. i am petite.
and i felt claustrophobic sitting there.
basically no landing area for your feet.
the design/material was not ergonomic at ALL!!!
3 hours on that seat was a nightmare.
even the old TGV cinemas are way way better.
ISTANA BUDAYA you need a major MAJOR renovation!
about the performances, i must say i am really impressed.
that they could really remember the entire script!!!
haha. it wasn't short lines but LONG LONG LONG lines.
i loved the indo lango more than the malaya lango.
they even used LAH at some point.
-.- ish. and to say that it was ancient time.
at least the indo lango was just more stylo. haha.
costumes could have been a better colour palate.
only because sometimes i can't see who is singing.
even if they were the supporting extras.
because the extras extras were also in the same colour.
-.-
musics, at times it felt like i was watching a disney play or evita peroni play.
but overall i loved the score.
stage was good. they really utilized the entire dimension. haha.
and for such a small area... it was GOOD!
imagine if the venue was bigger. wicked!
visuals & effect... i really didn't like the ala mao tse-tung flag.
or effect when the maharaja pahit's entourage was marching...
omg. that effect was... cheezy ah.
everything else i likey~
especially all the MAGIC tricks. haha.
puteri and the witch can like suddenly disappear.
kewls!
... so istana budaya you have a good stage for tricks...
i can't believe i did what i did backstage.
kewls. haha.
merci merci for the tickets, crystal, jason, adam.
... on a ultra bitchy note.
everyone i knew dressed up.
everyone i knew qued up to enter.
but some people... *holds hand up holds diva pose*
some malaysians, they just wore tshirts and jeans.
and well just walked into the gate/entrance like it was their dad's house.
nya MA CI BAI ah.
i don't wanna elobrate much on the play because it's meant for your own eyes to see. and experiences it. not by my words. because i really did enjoyed it. even tho there were things i wished that they would do it differently, but that's my opnion, and only after i watched it. so if you wanna bitch you have to watch it. HAHAHA.
support la go watch la~
malaysia's stage play,
somemore this is a muscial k.
like... how rare. haha.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
a silly january baby
awww. i just received my xmas parcel from the ex. after a month of bugging him where it is. and today, well i guess a few days ago he decided to just express mail it instead of meeting up or sending via snail mail.
hahahaha.
funny thing is... we were never really attached.
but he kept telling people we were dating back at high school.
well, i was in form 1, he was in form 5.
we gotten to know one another after i got so pissed off or he got pissed of, that:
a) he kept changing the chair. *i liked a certain chair*
b) i kept scribbling the table to annoy him. and then change the chair back again.
*he was the morning session, i was in the afternoon*
so everyday we would scribble on the table, nonsense stuffs.
and eventually i got tired of erasing them, and decided to use papers.
so from hence off we exchanged letters everyday, instead of papers. ^.^
*i still have them. haha*
to me he was more of a brother. so i never figured we were like... romantically linked or anything else, plus he was then dating someone i knew. -.-
i only found out, and understood his words year later... *omg kill me*
like why miss ann always frowns at me. and to learn from some some friends that they broke up after my existences. and i went OH that's why she keeps staring daggers at me after i found out kev likes me... like really likes me. ^.^
like he goes to the same college as my bro's ex back then.
and he must have said something to her, which she told my brother.
so one day at a family dinner, my brother asked me who was kev,
is he my boyfriend.
i was of cause, BLUR to the max. being the naive and innocent child that i always have been.
*coughs coughs* back then... *coughs coughs*
*coughs coughs* and now still naive, sometimes... *coughs coughs*
so years blew by the turned chubbier. lols.
he was a fit hunk back then. haha. yums.
yum yum yums~
at least he is trying to get back to shape now. heh.
so till today we remained in contact.
he has always been there for me.
like my pillar.
yet i wonder why till today he has never asked me out again.
and YAYs~ presents. i love presents~~~!!!
... weird present... hahaha. undie. hahaha. hahahahahahahahaha!
the weirder thing is, it's that kaleidoscope thing i had.
that i took a pic of 'him' with, that he liked.
i knew kev was in hk then. and bugged him to buy it for me.
this was some months back. i bugged him to walk all the way to the shop in central to get them for me. and he did it. but he didn't know i was giving it away to someone else that i liked. now it feels weird passing it to 'him' since i wanna forget 'him'.
*kev has always been like tho, silly. ^.^ it was my blessing to have known you, and also my lost for being so naive, tho, i have always wondered what it would be like instead if we were together back then, only, i feel that one day later, i will break your heart even more. at least now there's that what if, and that we could only imagine a happy ending instead of a potential break up. ^.^ and for all those times you were there for me with no questions asked, i thank you, and i love you for that*
hahahaha.
funny thing is... we were never really attached.
but he kept telling people we were dating back at high school.
well, i was in form 1, he was in form 5.
we gotten to know one another after i got so pissed off or he got pissed of, that:
a) he kept changing the chair. *i liked a certain chair*
b) i kept scribbling the table to annoy him. and then change the chair back again.
*he was the morning session, i was in the afternoon*
so everyday we would scribble on the table, nonsense stuffs.
and eventually i got tired of erasing them, and decided to use papers.
so from hence off we exchanged letters everyday, instead of papers. ^.^
*i still have them. haha*
to me he was more of a brother. so i never figured we were like... romantically linked or anything else, plus he was then dating someone i knew. -.-
i only found out, and understood his words year later... *omg kill me*
like why miss ann always frowns at me. and to learn from some some friends that they broke up after my existences. and i went OH that's why she keeps staring daggers at me after i found out kev likes me... like really likes me. ^.^
like he goes to the same college as my bro's ex back then.
and he must have said something to her, which she told my brother.
so one day at a family dinner, my brother asked me who was kev,
is he my boyfriend.
i was of cause, BLUR to the max. being the naive and innocent child that i always have been.
*coughs coughs* back then... *coughs coughs*
*coughs coughs* and now still naive, sometimes... *coughs coughs*
so years blew by the turned chubbier. lols.
he was a fit hunk back then. haha. yums.
yum yum yums~
at least he is trying to get back to shape now. heh.
so till today we remained in contact.
he has always been there for me.
like my pillar.
yet i wonder why till today he has never asked me out again.
and YAYs~ presents. i love presents~~~!!!
... weird present... hahaha. undie. hahaha. hahahahahahahahaha!
the weirder thing is, it's that kaleidoscope thing i had.
that i took a pic of 'him' with, that he liked.
i knew kev was in hk then. and bugged him to buy it for me.
this was some months back. i bugged him to walk all the way to the shop in central to get them for me. and he did it. but he didn't know i was giving it away to someone else that i liked. now it feels weird passing it to 'him' since i wanna forget 'him'.
*kev has always been like tho, silly. ^.^ it was my blessing to have known you, and also my lost for being so naive, tho, i have always wondered what it would be like instead if we were together back then, only, i feel that one day later, i will break your heart even more. at least now there's that what if, and that we could only imagine a happy ending instead of a potential break up. ^.^ and for all those times you were there for me with no questions asked, i thank you, and i love you for that*
lame ass ink
i am not made for horror movies.
i don't mind watching them with people.
but alone. it's a no no.
especially with the recent heart issue.
don't want to suddenly get a heart attack or stroke,
SUDDENLY while watching a movie.
the day started off as lazy as possible.
waking up to pee only to find out that it's 9ish.
since the curtain was pulled last night,
i thought it was 6 in the morning. dang.
well went back to bed and woke up again at 2ish.
only because i had to go gym, with arina. and i was... HUNGRY.
else i would probably be sleeping like sleeping beauty.
only i am not a beauty.
i am adiorable.
*mirror cracks*
and OMFG. pushmore is nuts.
HAHAHA.
after a long gym hiatus,
of about 5 months,
*FF i have been feeding some people for FREE!!!*
*=.= i feel CHARITABLE!!!*
the body basically went into shock.
seriously. SHOCKED.
but it was a good shock.
now i am officially back to the momentum.
*i HOPE. i PRAY. i... INERTIA!*
then went for dinner for a quick catch up on our boring lives.
went for a movie alone.
totally forgotten about the red cliff part 2.
so i ended up watching ink heart.
which initially i thought bedtime stories was it.
then i realised that the hero wasn't the right guy.
HAHAHAHA.
silly.
tho i really liked it.
just that the ending was very lame.
very, very, VERY lame.
like... major LAME.
*i am now currently watching resident evil on the computer*
*i cringe every minute i hear those scary sound... -.-*
and YAY. can't wait till tomorrow.
i am going to watch PGL. for free.
with good seats!
^.^
best things do come free.
HAHAHA.
i don't mind watching them with people.
but alone. it's a no no.
especially with the recent heart issue.
don't want to suddenly get a heart attack or stroke,
SUDDENLY while watching a movie.
the day started off as lazy as possible.
waking up to pee only to find out that it's 9ish.
since the curtain was pulled last night,
i thought it was 6 in the morning. dang.
well went back to bed and woke up again at 2ish.
only because i had to go gym, with arina. and i was... HUNGRY.
else i would probably be sleeping like sleeping beauty.
only i am not a beauty.
i am adiorable.
*mirror cracks*
and OMFG. pushmore is nuts.
HAHAHA.
after a long gym hiatus,
of about 5 months,
*FF i have been feeding some people for FREE!!!*
*=.= i feel CHARITABLE!!!*
the body basically went into shock.
seriously. SHOCKED.
but it was a good shock.
now i am officially back to the momentum.
*i HOPE. i PRAY. i... INERTIA!*
then went for dinner for a quick catch up on our boring lives.
went for a movie alone.
totally forgotten about the red cliff part 2.
so i ended up watching ink heart.
which initially i thought bedtime stories was it.
then i realised that the hero wasn't the right guy.
HAHAHAHA.
silly.
tho i really liked it.
just that the ending was very lame.
very, very, VERY lame.
like... major LAME.
*i am now currently watching resident evil on the computer*
*i cringe every minute i hear those scary sound... -.-*
and YAY. can't wait till tomorrow.
i am going to watch PGL. for free.
with good seats!
^.^
best things do come free.
HAHAHA.
Monday, February 2, 2009
life is a gamble
saturday night,
oh. before i forget.
haha.
suisan: stop slutting around ean.
SLP: i can't help it. he is cute le.
suisan: ... you're such a slut. especially infront of SAN.
SLP: OMG i MISS HIM!!!
suisan: i can't believe he asked me if you have a boyfriend.
SLP: WTF!? WHEN WAS THIS? HOW COME I DO NOT KNOW ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!?
suisan: it was when we were going home in anch's car. i was so stunted, he is a married man! so at that point i said yes, you do.
SLP: =.= i wish i do... but no i don't. OMG you are trying to sabotage me!
suisan: i was SHOCKED. he is MARRIED. and i really thought you had one, then he asked what sort of guys do you like.
SLP: like you know.
suisan: i turned to him and said like YOU.
SLP: HAHAHAHAHA... WA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! too funny. suisan you owe me a boyfriend.
suisan: you have his card! call him.
SLP: he has mine too! make him call me! hahaha.
suisan: actually there's a lot you know, professionals people like him, in the hiding, married and they don't know what they really want, perhaps he wants you as the slut in a different land, easier to control...
SLP: *oh well this is a different story for a different post*
omg. hilarious i can't believe SAN asked about my status. LOLS.
i wonder if it's because he is keen in pimping me.
afterall, he does human trading. HAHAHA.
but i do wonder why is he all so curious... -.- mmm...
so anyways had a shoot with the morning crew the other day. then the highlight of the day was dinner with friends since high school. not my high school tho. LOLS.
my childhood friend's high school friends. but we went to the same tuition. which i left after a few lessons. what can i say, i don't do maths in chinese. HAHA.
then we went to Thean Hou Temple to camwhore.
those who were buddhist went inside to pray, i was just admiring the lanterns.
^.^ it was so fun. haha. being all dressed up in our chinese outfits,
we camwhore like nobody's business.
actually it was the temple visit that made this CNY present felt.
seeing it all dressed up as well with the lanterns really made my day.
and even bought a cow's horn headgear for the fun of it. WOOTS~
but the highlight of the evening was the GAMBLING session.
i've never really like gambling. but what the hack.
you only live once. so i played like a bimbo.
haha. somehow i kept winning rm6 only.
if i had other intention, i would loose.
if i played like a bimbo i win back, and it stays at rm6. -.-
tho in the end i decided to really gamble. rm10 all the way.
and then i won a little more.
but it stayed stagnant again. like... that's it.
a sign telling me, don't be greedy.
so i guess in life, we need to be a little more daring.
impossible is nothing when we just put the effort in doing it.
and learn to be content with the result,
with that you don't feel like you failed.
it's better than guessing, WHAT IF...
and don't be greedy!
i should have given SAN a big huge HUG... :P
oh. before i forget.
haha.
suisan: stop slutting around ean.
SLP: i can't help it. he is cute le.
suisan: ... you're such a slut. especially infront of SAN.
SLP: OMG i MISS HIM!!!
suisan: i can't believe he asked me if you have a boyfriend.
SLP: WTF!? WHEN WAS THIS? HOW COME I DO NOT KNOW ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!?
suisan: it was when we were going home in anch's car. i was so stunted, he is a married man! so at that point i said yes, you do.
SLP: =.= i wish i do... but no i don't. OMG you are trying to sabotage me!
suisan: i was SHOCKED. he is MARRIED. and i really thought you had one, then he asked what sort of guys do you like.
SLP: like you know.
suisan: i turned to him and said like YOU.
SLP: HAHAHAHAHA... WA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! too funny. suisan you owe me a boyfriend.
suisan: you have his card! call him.
SLP: he has mine too! make him call me! hahaha.
suisan: actually there's a lot you know, professionals people like him, in the hiding, married and they don't know what they really want, perhaps he wants you as the slut in a different land, easier to control...
SLP: *oh well this is a different story for a different post*
omg. hilarious i can't believe SAN asked about my status. LOLS.
i wonder if it's because he is keen in pimping me.
afterall, he does human trading. HAHAHA.
but i do wonder why is he all so curious... -.- mmm...
so anyways had a shoot with the morning crew the other day. then the highlight of the day was dinner with friends since high school. not my high school tho. LOLS.
my childhood friend's high school friends. but we went to the same tuition. which i left after a few lessons. what can i say, i don't do maths in chinese. HAHA.
then we went to Thean Hou Temple to camwhore.
those who were buddhist went inside to pray, i was just admiring the lanterns.
^.^ it was so fun. haha. being all dressed up in our chinese outfits,
we camwhore like nobody's business.
actually it was the temple visit that made this CNY present felt.
seeing it all dressed up as well with the lanterns really made my day.
and even bought a cow's horn headgear for the fun of it. WOOTS~
but the highlight of the evening was the GAMBLING session.
i've never really like gambling. but what the hack.
you only live once. so i played like a bimbo.
haha. somehow i kept winning rm6 only.
if i had other intention, i would loose.
if i played like a bimbo i win back, and it stays at rm6. -.-
tho in the end i decided to really gamble. rm10 all the way.
and then i won a little more.
but it stayed stagnant again. like... that's it.
a sign telling me, don't be greedy.
so i guess in life, we need to be a little more daring.
impossible is nothing when we just put the effort in doing it.
and learn to be content with the result,
with that you don't feel like you failed.
it's better than guessing, WHAT IF...
and don't be greedy!
i should have given SAN a big huge HUG... :P
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Power of Saying Goodbye
A tune was playing in my head.
But I forgotten what it was.
I was just humming and humming.
Tho I figured it must be a Madonna.
And i had to search for it,
and when I found it, it all makes sense now.
The Power of Goodbye by Madonna.
Your heart is not open so I must go
The spell has been broken, I loved you so
Freedom comes when you learn to let go
Creation comes when you learn to say no
You were my lesson I had to learn
I was your fortress you had to burn
Pain is a warning that somethings wrong
I pray to God that it wont be long
Do ya wanna go higher?
Theres nothing left to try
Theres no place left to hide
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
Your heart is not open so I must go
The spell has been broken, I loved you so
You were my lesson I had to learn
I was your fortress
Theres nothing left to lose
Theres no more heart to bruise
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
Learn to say good-bye
I yearn to say good-bye
Theres nothing left to try
Theres no more places to hide
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
Theres nothing left to lose
Theres no more heart to bruise
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
But I forgotten what it was.
I was just humming and humming.
Tho I figured it must be a Madonna.
And i had to search for it,
and when I found it, it all makes sense now.
The Power of Goodbye by Madonna.
Your heart is not open so I must go
The spell has been broken, I loved you so
Freedom comes when you learn to let go
Creation comes when you learn to say no
You were my lesson I had to learn
I was your fortress you had to burn
Pain is a warning that somethings wrong
I pray to God that it wont be long
Do ya wanna go higher?
Theres nothing left to try
Theres no place left to hide
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
Your heart is not open so I must go
The spell has been broken, I loved you so
You were my lesson I had to learn
I was your fortress
Theres nothing left to lose
Theres no more heart to bruise
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
Learn to say good-bye
I yearn to say good-bye
Theres nothing left to try
Theres no more places to hide
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
Theres nothing left to lose
Theres no more heart to bruise
Theres no greater power
Than the power of good-bye
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