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Thursday, October 31, 2002
Hey Buddy... my rare appearance here... but only to wish you all the best in stubbin' out the cigs. I'm with you, man... hang in there. PS: Biangz... you pian4 wo3! Say you only max out 3 cigs a day... *ahem* ~Kai I have an announcement. I am going to quit smoking as of tomorrow. At least I will be quitting till after Dec 3rd, where I will have my yearly checkup. I don't want the doctor to go, "Hey! Zuo mi orh orh eh? (Why black black one?)" when he does the ECG. So from now till Dec 3rd, everytime I do a Blog entry, I will include the cumulative number of fags I've had. The count starts from tomorrow 01 Nov 02. Mind you, on a normal day, I have 5 fags or more. Weekends, if I'm going out, I will have more. So it's going to be a triumphant event if I manage to go one month with zero fags. Monday, October 28, 2002
Today I bought a bowl of noodles to eat. I ate happily for about half a bowl before I fished out a boiled centipede that's rougly 5cm long and black. I'm feeling so poisoned now. I hope the auntie is happy to be facing possible manslaughter. So ppl, I might not last through the week, if you have something terribly important to tell me, say it now. It's a centipede, the kind with poison. In other news, I shall do a series of posts to tell my avid readers (all you shy ppl, shucks...) about who I am. And what I am. For starters, to enrich your otherwise pathetic lives (why else are you spending time reading a stranger's blog?): I can only mix around with the beautiful smart. So if you happen to be fat and ugly and low on the IQ, I don't care if you are the Pope reborn or the Dalai Lama, you have no sodding business with me and neither do I have anything to do with you. What kind of person you'll be attracted to in real life situation.. D. Horse - those are unbridled, untrammeled, and free In the process of courtship, which approach would make you feel irrisistable... B. Lion - straight-forward, just tell you he (she) loves you What impression you would like to give to your lover... B. Cat - stylish What incident would cause you break up with your partner which character you hate most... B. Snake - emotional, too moody; and you don't know how to please him/her What kind of relationship you would like to build with your partner... B. Horse - both of you can talk about everything and anything, no secret is kept Would you commit adultery... A. Human - you care about the society and morality, you won't do anything wrong after marriage What do you think about marriage... B. White Tiger - you think of marriage is a precious thing, once you get married, you'll treasure it and your partner very much At this moment, what do you think of Love... C. Horse - you dont' want to be tied by a steady relationship, you just want to flirt around from here Sunday, October 27, 2002
Nice sonnet ave. Thanks. Though I kinda feel the guy is so fearful of death, he's trying to be arrogant in its face. I won't be surprised if he died shortly after this poem from some terminal disease that made him bed-ridden and had to have his own ass wiped by his spouse after he crapped himself trying to get a fart out for 2 hours. Which reminds me: Confidence is like a squriming little bug under your thumb. Just when you thought you have your grip on it, it scutters away into some dusty corner, and to another when you look. But gaining it back, now there's the magic. Some spend a lifetimes trying to gain confidence. Some just woke up with it. Some thought they had it and realised they are only fooling themselves all along. Now what is sadder? To have no confidence throughout your life or to have thought you had it and be told you were deceiving no one but yourself? And if you lost it, if it runs away from under your desperate thumb, how then do you get it back? Now me? I drank a fifth of whiskey, had a horrible sleep (tossing like I was tuna in a pan) and woke up with it back where it belong. Then, the question is, am I lying to myself or am I really back to me old self? Hmmmm... Weekends do this kind of thing to me. Shuhui and Jiaying would understand perfectly... All the depression and feeling of 'duh' in the Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Oh, what would I have done without Jack Daniel? PS. Can you believe that I'm getting tired of fags? The kick is no longer there and I don't know why I'm still doing it. Maybe it's time to turn to Reds. But they taste horrible. Ah, the sacrifices I have to get some life in my life... Double PS. I'm being blasted on someone's blog as (and I quote) "fucking ******". The stars represent my name. Why? Cos I'm a star... =รพ Anyhow... Blimey. Then again, when have I ever said that I wasn't a fucking ******? ;-) But by god, I feel like I'm a tool... The words 'spite' and 'crumpy little biscuits' immediately popped into my head. I will leave you with that thought, ladies and gentlemen, cos you don't expect me to spoon feed you when you are already being forced feed so much do you? Ha! ave a donneian petrarchan sonnet written in iambic pantameter with occasional trochaic feet. Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure: then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. Wednesday, October 23, 2002
Friday, October 18, 2002
ave hello there. this was originally intended to be a surprise, with undertones of appreciation and glee. but apparently the mood i am in now does not facilitate my intention. of course this only means that the spirit while willing is entrapped in a weak earthly shell. weak, as well as sinful. sigh. there's a taste of life. I'm at work. I'm at work and it's 613pm local time. To be more precise, I'm at my workplace. Blimey. Official knock-off time is 500pm but today was one of those days where they scheduled a meeting at 500pm. I had to be the unlucky one (out of the two of us) to stay behind. Hold on, the meeting has ended. This is in real time. Unfortunately, the boss will be likely to stay back to do 30mins of actual work and 2 hours of newspaper reading. Which means he would 'kindly' offer to send me home. Doesn't help that he stinks and his car is 20 years old. And I have to pretend to enjoy conversation with him while giving him the idea that he's smarter than me. Not that I am definitely smarter than he is, but the idea is to make him feel superior to me. Apparently I don't feel that way. At least if he does send me home, I would be home faster. Ooh the pain of boredom... I need adrenalin rushes, maybe that's explains why I was having a 'lively' time even though today was one bloody busy day. But the aftermath is terrible. You feel sluggish and extremely irritated, all pumped up with energy and no way to expend it. Yet you feel lazy and tired, not wanting to do anything except sit there and moan about how boring everything is. Post Huang Cheng depression is an aggravated example of this. Formula: Boost of adrenalin + action + stuff to do + nothing to do afterwards = laziness + eventual depression. Unless of course I get stoned. Either through alcohol or fags. And I've run out of me fags. Brill... Thursday, October 17, 2002
Hooray Hoora... The car has been fixed and the driver is in place. Taking you for a ride will be a piece of cake... Monday, October 14, 2002
It worked! I must be some kind of genius... ... when in fact, I am a lazy genius. I knew that what I did to make this work would work along time ago, but I only did what I knew would make this work now instead of immediately at the time I know that doing what I did would make this work. 'Nuff said. Friday, October 04, 2002
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