exercise

the white blank page is staring back. the blinking cursor mimicking an over reacting eye, already anticipating the blinding torrent of words that are about to come.

the taste of the first series of letters are foreign and wandering. but disappointingly too few to satisfy the potential of what might have been something of value.

connected

ah! slide slide slide down the slippery slope into the death trap of work related status updates via twitter, plurk and facebook when your being "followed" by your officemates.

taken

i think i've neglected this blog and this blog long enough.

unread!

DUN DUN DUN DUUN!!

travelling

i really do enjoy going out with my friends on those late night gimiks. and what i equally enjoy after going out with them is the late night trip going home. besides the reinforcement that home is just half an hour away from work and the warm ambient amber light of the lamp posts, it helps me think about things thats been hovering in my mind for the longest time like,

• i like putting my thoughts in bullets
  
  • ideas in bullet form is just a way to make unorganized thoughts look organized.
    
  • i like nested bullets even more.

• what constitutes a date?
  
  • more than anything it's mutual intent.
    
    • emphasis on mutual.

• why am i not exceptionaly good in anything?
  
  • because i think i spread myself too thinly.

• i'm not a fan of travelling.
  
  • things that i'd trade for a day out of town:
    
    • movie with friends
      
    • go to a sandwich/pedicab/sugarfree/johnoy&kakoy gig
      
    • the office or the big bang theory marathon
      
    • weekend movie marathon
      
    • tekken
      
    • one plate of french fries

• pretty/cute underaged girls shouldn't be allowed to post their pictures in the intarwebz.

• i need sleep.
  

• my blog life is dying because of:
  
  • micro blogging
    
    • plurk
      
    • twitter
      
  • work
    
  • procastination
    

• i need new shoes and a backpack.
  

• having clashing opnions
  
  • shouldn't diminish the subjective value of the topic at hand.
    
  • will give us something interesting to talk about.
    
    • compromise is a bitch.
      
    • agree to disagree.
      

• this just a silly excuse to throw random stuff at you.
  

• i'm tired of being alone,
  
  • so hurry up and get here,
    
    • o yeah.
      

• i'm gonna miss my sister.
  

• it only took me exactly one year to finally write this down.
  
  • and three days to finish it.
    

• i don't have a proper ending for this post because,
  
  • i'm too sleepy.
    
    • i wrote this after a late night gimik.
      
  • i'm too lazy.

life changing

TEKKEN 6 FOR PSP!

major overhaul of plans for the next year or so. will put buying a ps3 and hd tv on hold.

happy days are here again! :D

money matters

you know when money doesn't matter? when you don't have it. same goes for personality, looks and abs.

it's a dead give away that someone is blank1 if blank2...

1. blank1: a jobseeker
blank2: he/she's holding a brown envelop.

2. blank1: unchaste
blank2: he/she has a tattoo

3. blank1: a douchebag
blank2: he's collar is popped

4. blank1: a heartbreaker
blank2: she's pretty

it's just salt in my eyes

dear ex-significant other,

who would've thought it would come to this? certainly not us. but there's no helping it, we're already here.

on the top of my head, i think you should keep all the club8 and belle & sebastian cds. i'll take all the franz ferdinand, the killers and the darkness stuff. of course you should not return bloc party's silent alarm to me, after all i gave it to you as a gift. the same goes for u2's joshua tree, paramore's all we know is falling, and all the imogen heap and frou frou stuff. and i'd like to get my copy of bloc party's a weekend in the city and the white stripes' elephant back. all the terno records stuff, except for udd's special released bi-polar, are all yours. in turn i'd like to retain nirvana's with the lights out box set. good thing we have our own separate copies of the eheads albums, thats minus one conflict point.

now that we've somewhat settled who will get what, maybe you'll stop contacting me. i might have been unclear when i told you last time that you should just move on. i hope everything will be clear after this: i'm done trying to live your life for the both of us. and now that you've left my almost perfect record collection incomplete, i do not wish you to have you in my life anymore. i know this is enough closure for you.

goodbye.





p.s.
i just burned a mixed cd for you. we should give it a listen. call me.

the space between

let me start by pointing out the obvious. men are lazy.

(and as of writing this primal nature has devoured my desire to further probe this line of thinking, depleting my urge to discuss some finer aspects, facts if you will, of the non-dominant psuedo-alpha male and tricked out mopeds and just dive in directly to the essence of this entry.)

this laziness translates into everything we do. for example, texting. generally men don't text. family, occasionaly. friends, sparingly. officemates, rarely. girlfriends, when reporting.

but as always there is that one exception when we use our lethargic minds to wit-think and zombie-esque fingers to tap tap tap away on our keypads. that is when we are texting... a potential mate. hell you can actually gauge his level of interest depending on the time between your text and his reply.

here is a simple summary

interest level rating
1 - el zero
2 - liliputian
3 - luke perry warm
4 - bull's ring
5 - zinger, we got a winner!

response time and corresponding interest level rating

• 24 hours of le mans - 1
• 12 rounds of boxing - 2
• one basketball quarter - 3
• phelps 200m butterfly - 4
• bolt 100m dash - 5

so next time he texts you back be keen and aware of the... ugh. too lazy to think of a proper ending to this post, i.e. interest level is currently at 5, therefore must reply now.