Oh wells, life’s that like. Here I am yearning and pinning for a lil schnuazer pup to fall right into my lap.. But I knoe very well that that’s gonna remain as a dream. For now, I hope. Yups, so as a very Off kinda alternative I dropped by vivo over the weekend, braved myself through the throngs of family shoppers and got myself a TAMAgotchi. Yesh, I am quite aware that the name itself is a tad repulsive. See the caps for yourself man. But just for the record, myles the name. I think it rocks. ahah. Am feeling quite virtous now. Just made a 5000pt donation to the king of Tamagotchi. wahaha. Gotta rush off for classes! Ciao! 

Hownowbrowncow

I spent one evening trying to do something different to this page but but wordpress’s pretty screwed up so there. Only the colour has been changed. If its even notice-able in the first place. Anyhow the story is that I got fed up of trying and I plonked myself straight into bed. At EIGHT pm yesterday. Yes. When I have nothing to do I sleep. I hate hall, and I wanna move out. God please help me. Argh. So now you know why I am able to blog at such an unearthly hour (read: six plus in the morning). TMD. Trapped in a helpLESS situation. No one bothers to help, No one can help. Yes, and you thought sleep can solve all your problems eh. NO it Can’t.

I want some KitKat moments.

Nights like these are so melancholic you wished you were in a more poetic setting – amidst lush fields and melodic chirps. And not pseudo-freedom clad environment when all seem jolly and merry.

The reality is far from it.

I cannot put a definitive slate to the way I am feeling right now. Which is basically downright shits.

I can’t bring myself to be happy, to mingle with the teevee lounge crowd, to be funny and likeable. 

The Me in this mood is extremely detestable. Actually I dunno when the hell I am actually likable anyways. Sighs.

I miss yx!

I can’t stand the idleness. I know I should start my revision but what the heck, my room is not exactly condusive for studying purpose. What with the lappie staring at me 24/7.

Gimme a break God. I think I need it. Either that or a schnauzer pup. Then I think all my woes will just melt away.

Even Cullum doesn’t work now. How huh.

My head’s in a mess

It just occurred to me that the entire July is devoid of entries. Contary to that emptiness, July06 was quite Happening for me. Let’s see, there was the World Cup (duh what else?) and the heartbreak of the final (oh zizou why?), my driving test (cheerios milos), selling teas and finally learning the value of money.

Frankly, I was never virtous when it came to money. ‘Money in the pockets? Spend it!’ was the ‘tude that I adopted in those days. But now when I am spending I think and i consider and i reconsider. Unless of cos when I am celebrating – like almost everyother day – and i will throw some caution into the wind. hah. So actually I am not that far away from where I left off. Old habits die hard.

Fate got me meeting Murakami, not in the flesh (duh) but through the brilliance of his works. I am in the midst of The Elephant Vanishes but I read with a lot of guilt. Which is not fun. I dun really know if I can afford time for novels now that the term has started, and can someone please shoot me ‘cos I have a SIXdayschweek and my saturday lessons end at an inhumane timing of 1620hrs. On a lighter note, this might be good practice cos over at beijing they have a 7days/week timetable. Ya I can so see my r&r time flushing down the toilet bowl. I know need a life. That, or a scottish terrier.

I swear Ranting is in my blood man. And I am convinced that it comes from my dad. Kudos to the guy man. He just single-handedly made me detest driving. Now when I drive I feel like screaming “shuddap” into his face. But I can’t cos hum is me. And I can’t park for nuts, especially not when he is giving instructions like some kp instructor, get what I mean. Nvm. The conclusion is that I can’t park and I also can’t keep my car in the lane. And i hate big trucks and lorries and taxis and snobbish cars that won’t let me cut lanes. P-plate there big big you cock eye cannot see issit.

I am hungry boohoo. And yx went to jp to see doctor. She sheng bing le. Hope she zao ri kang fu. And I need to eat. soon.

I am amazed at the messages that I see. I posed a few questions which I had trouble reckoning with and tada I get the answers today. Problem is I know I shouldnt waste time harping on issues that are not gonna be resolved but my heart is not cooperating.

It’s hard, but I will try. Lets look forward to the day when I can let go.

Adios

God please help me. Forgetting someone has got to be The most difficult thing to do on earth. Someone save me please, before i crumble.

Oh my god

Argentina just got Six goals against S&M. Thats damn sad for Kezman’s and co. No one, I repeat, NO ONE should deserve to get such a harsh scoreline. I am all for give and take you know. I think I kinda understand why Casillas went to take a stroll outside his territory when Spain was like four nil ahead. Ok, I was just kidding. All credit to Riquelme and his team. That was a Man of the match performance really. I wanna watch a replay of that! Give me that match over the Brasil-Croatia match anytime. I had such high expectations of them!

Its time to pom. Then later the holland and ivory coast match. Should be nice. If not, then Mr camera man just keep zooming to the Oranje’s dug out ok. Major hottie(s) alert! Heh. 

Run away please

Since my life already sucks so much, why do you still wanna mess with me? Come'on, gimme a break la. If you really cant get the hint, I guess there's pretty much nuttin else I can do ya. Sod off.

Brazil, England and France were good as hypnotisers. I swear the major caffeine boost couldnt even help. It was mediocrity at its most glaring. WHERE WAS THE SAMBA? Just bring on the reserves, Parreira. And accurate as DB's crosses were, the 3lions can't depend on set pieces Everytime. Play some soccer already. Crouch!! Get injured or something. And o gwad just let them drink some water, the sun's burning man. Trust t&t and ivory coast to steal the show. Somewhere deep down I am hoping that ivory coasters will prevail. Arhh, the affections. czech was pretty marvvy too. ooo wenga landed himself a good bargain man.

Stop it Ok. I've had enough.

Random musings on a lazy saturday

For a blissful moment, I was actualli glad to think that I have gotten used to the royal slacking lifestyle that I adopted for this particular holidays. But, as soon as that thought crossed my mind, I picked up the Life section of the papers and my horoscope just had to tell me to restructure my priorities. How’s that for divine intervention?

I have decided that I want to get Out of this country. Plans were on the lips of me and my friends. But as every thing is, its always easier to say than getting down to do it. Incapacitated finances denied me my trip to HK (mai dong xi, chi dong xi!) and I turned down my aunt’s offer of a sponsor for a cruise trip (no I am not crazy, I have classes.). So that makes two futile effort to go overseas. Its kinda like getting two shots in the foot. But anyhow I was hoping to hop onto a plane alone, so I propbably would not enjoy myself on the abovementioned accounts.

Nonetheless, I got a tiniest of waft of the fragant harbour by renting a tvbs serial. Maybe cute leads can really make the audience overlook the highly recycled theme of HK police. Or maybe I just easily satisfied, and shallow.

Ron Ng and Sammul Chan rocks. Miao Qiaowei too. Charisma grows with age, especially for men. 

Howdy Holidays

And so it is the big H. Holidays. How wonderfully liberating. Ya, only on the first look. Go beyond that false outer skin and you will see the hideous gore. The nawing voice at the back of my head reminds me only ever so often that i am rotting my ass away. The occasional shrieks (from me to myself) of “You Loser! Just get your butt off the couch and out of the house will you!”. All these have been bothering me. Yups. The one or two times whereby I finally cracked under the pressure of the inner voice, I did venture out of the house (to town). Well, to say that that was a Bad move would be an understatement. Well, I hold no job now and is thus financially crippled. Well, crippled enough. I cannot fund my therapy trips. I am so gonna be stuck in my pathetic little Rut. Forever. And if you think i am kidding, shame on you. I realise now that my impulse buy of the Prestat truffles was not only foolish, but totally unnecessary. I wondered what was it that made me pay that amount for seven measly pieces of chocolate. To make it even more annoying, I didnt even find them exceptionally nice. I guess I have differing taste from the Queen E. I shall just stick to Royce from now on.

Ok, on to more uplifting thingamajigs..

I managed to…

• finished a precious thots cross stitch ( Took me only one day! )
• finished watching three tvb drama series ( And thereby reiterated my crush on sammul chan kin fung to my sis and mom for a thousand times. )
• finished reading a paperback ( Sophie K! )
• helped my mom mopped the whole house, twice! ( Ok, you can say whatever you want on this. ) 
• discovered the wonders of wordpress. ( They are not paying me, but I really like how they make things super easy. Try it! )
• gotten rid of my bad habit of typing everything in small caps. I used to think that i own that style, but then it suddenly occurred to me that it only shows how lazy i am. I have not quite curbed that habit yet, but I am trying. See the efforts? )
• I think there is more, but my memory fails me at this point. But heck la.

However trivial it seems, I do hope that you will respect them and proceed to join me in my rejoice. Hip Hip! Yeah right, I am sure you will.

Aras

yeah i am estatic that aras won. its funny how come danielle and him looked better when they were on the island than they were after being made-up. oh well. for aras its probably the beard. no beard=fuller face. but still if he's my yoga teacher i bet i will be going for every lesson and probably requesting for remedial lessons even. ahh. cute guy with a million bucks. rare breed.

enjoy.

(credits:survivorfever.net)