Appended conversation with my rock, Chin-
C: So? How's things with that dude?
Me: Which... Oh, that one. Uh. Bad. I think. Bordering on mental obsession, 'coz he's so damn hard to get.
C: ...but?
Me: But...when I get through, sometimes, it's, exhilarating, you know. Like a rollercoaster ride. Insanely
C: Stop right there. You are such a man. Gawd. You only love chasing after the elusive, and do you realise, once you get through to him, like completely, you're just gonna lose all interest?
Me: I.uhh.only.want.men.who.don't.want.me.
C: There you have it. And you wonder why you are so messed up.
--
Fun fact #612:
Apparently our brain only takes in 10-20% of anything people say, so we make up the rest when we need to recount.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Everly Brothers
This is about sleeping problems. I'm sure I'm not special, but mine goes something like this:
Everyday (or night), you black out for three hours, then wake up and stare at your too-bright ceiling, pick up a book and see words that you can't take in but can't put away either.
And then a mug of imaginary poison, masquerading as warm milk, appears in your hands. You gulp it down gratefully, toss and turn, and completely miss your way to Dream's. Instead you get stuck in a foul bog in his minions' lands. Your handphone alarm releases you two hours later, spitting you into a groggy reality called Morning. The scary thing is? You're not sure which was the better place.
But before this worries anyone, I do my crashing days too. People diss making up for sleep, but hey, it works for me.
For example, I just woke up from an on-off 14-hour marathon, and boy am I ready to take a shower. Woooo.
What happens during marathons? Well, if Dream is too busy, Lucien takes care of me. Brings me into the library so I get lost in one psychedelic dream after another. Complete stories of bittersweet loves, wild adventures, stuff like that. The last one before I woke:
Quarrelled with Wendy 'coz she wanted us to pay an extra 30 euros for some jacket for a trip. I say, "I am not making the same kind of money I used to", and the four of us fall silent. I regret my words immediately. They get out of Ba's car, but I remain in the passenger's seat and fall asleep. Woke up in time to see the car and my dad's car moving, both driver-less. Panicpanicpanic. But all's well that ends well, two very decent-looking chaps save my day.
Len calls just before I use up my library visiting hours, so I didn't get to see what the dogs at the roadside were dragging off in their mouths. There was a crowd of pigeons there though. Hmmm. I am very lucky, for it must have been something nasty.
--
Er. So yes. Everyone has some kind of problems, so just find a way to deal with yours, even though it is not the best way, according to Them, aka IDunnoWho. We do what we can to keep ourselves sane.
Oh yah! I ran off to Europe for three weeks. Was a hugeeee blast. Photos with Kor and Sheay, so it could take a while. Some of the things I did: Re-discovered Paris (those doing CDG flights please please go Saint Chapelle), fell into strange little Luxembourg, cycled around the vineyards of Beaune, had a brief meeting of souls in Spain, wow the list really does go on! But I bet it sounds boring 'coz you didn't see it with me, so this probably just sounds like a grocery shopping list.
Ah well. Till the next time. Free hugs!
Everyday (or night), you black out for three hours, then wake up and stare at your too-bright ceiling, pick up a book and see words that you can't take in but can't put away either.
And then a mug of imaginary poison, masquerading as warm milk, appears in your hands. You gulp it down gratefully, toss and turn, and completely miss your way to Dream's. Instead you get stuck in a foul bog in his minions' lands. Your handphone alarm releases you two hours later, spitting you into a groggy reality called Morning. The scary thing is? You're not sure which was the better place.
But before this worries anyone, I do my crashing days too. People diss making up for sleep, but hey, it works for me.
For example, I just woke up from an on-off 14-hour marathon, and boy am I ready to take a shower. Woooo.
What happens during marathons? Well, if Dream is too busy, Lucien takes care of me. Brings me into the library so I get lost in one psychedelic dream after another. Complete stories of bittersweet loves, wild adventures, stuff like that. The last one before I woke:
Quarrelled with Wendy 'coz she wanted us to pay an extra 30 euros for some jacket for a trip. I say, "I am not making the same kind of money I used to", and the four of us fall silent. I regret my words immediately. They get out of Ba's car, but I remain in the passenger's seat and fall asleep. Woke up in time to see the car and my dad's car moving, both driver-less. Panicpanicpanic. But all's well that ends well, two very decent-looking chaps save my day.
Len calls just before I use up my library visiting hours, so I didn't get to see what the dogs at the roadside were dragging off in their mouths. There was a crowd of pigeons there though. Hmmm. I am very lucky, for it must have been something nasty.
--
Er. So yes. Everyone has some kind of problems, so just find a way to deal with yours, even though it is not the best way, according to Them, aka IDunnoWho. We do what we can to keep ourselves sane.
Oh yah! I ran off to Europe for three weeks. Was a hugeeee blast. Photos with Kor and Sheay, so it could take a while. Some of the things I did: Re-discovered Paris (those doing CDG flights please please go Saint Chapelle), fell into strange little Luxembourg, cycled around the vineyards of Beaune, had a brief meeting of souls in Spain, wow the list really does go on! But I bet it sounds boring 'coz you didn't see it with me, so this probably just sounds like a grocery shopping list.
Ah well. Till the next time. Free hugs!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Lost at sea again
Gorged on Ewan McGregor & Charley Boorman's road trips over the weekend, both Long Way Round and Long Way Down. I think I OD-ed, what else would explain the nauseating giddiness that consumed me when I had to wake up for work this morning? Ended up not going, and spent an afternoon googling 'marine studies' and 'responsible travel'.
In other news, I went for my first matchmaking sesh, both sides parents included. ??!!! It was very civilised, very... controlled. Polite laughter, that sort of thing. One part of me wanted to say, okay let's get married. I'll give you a bunch of kids and you can bring them up while I run off and save whales. Because some people just need to see you get married. Unfortunately, these some people are the ones you happen to care about.
Other warped thoughts followed, such as questioning the point of marriage, whether it's a blood crime if you just.can't.commit, till I got tired and decided that was too much self-involvement for the day.
Really, what's so bad about drifting?
In other news, I went for my first matchmaking sesh, both sides parents included. ??!!! It was very civilised, very... controlled. Polite laughter, that sort of thing. One part of me wanted to say, okay let's get married. I'll give you a bunch of kids and you can bring them up while I run off and save whales. Because some people just need to see you get married. Unfortunately, these some people are the ones you happen to care about.
Other warped thoughts followed, such as questioning the point of marriage, whether it's a blood crime if you just.can't.commit, till I got tired and decided that was too much self-involvement for the day.
Really, what's so bad about drifting?
Friday, January 09, 2009
resolutions, of course.
A lateeeee Happy New Year to all! At least I'm early for the Chinese one. Anyway. What has tickled you this year? The best one I've heard so far is this riotous German couple who wanted to elope to Africa. They are like, five years old. AND/BUT they had the sense to bring along a witness! (similarly aged I believe) How fabulous is that? Their photo was on BBC's website and all three of them share this innocently toothy grin that you can't help smiling at.
Unfortunately, they were detained at the airport. When asked their reason for eloping to Africa, their response was 'coz "Africa is warm".
What warms you?
Unfortunately, they were detained at the airport. When asked their reason for eloping to Africa, their response was 'coz "Africa is warm".
What warms you?
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
baby wipes
Saw in the papers that Bush's biggest regret in office was the intelligence failure in Iraq. He said, "I wish the intelligence had been different, I guess." ........different, I guess? I guess??????? My intestines almost spontaneously combusted, were it not for the satisfying spinach tortellini they were trying to hold in.
I have to continue ripping off the article: But Mr Bush refused to say whether he would have ordered the March 2003 invasion if he had known that late dictator Saddam Hussein did not have weapons of mass destruction, calling it "an interesting question".
Help. I'm waiting to see what kind of cause he takes up post-presidency. You know how Clinton, Blair are all involved in international affairs still, so dunno if it's an obligation, which would mean Bush would have to get in the game too. Woot.
I have to continue ripping off the article: But Mr Bush refused to say whether he would have ordered the March 2003 invasion if he had known that late dictator Saddam Hussein did not have weapons of mass destruction, calling it "an interesting question".
Help. I'm waiting to see what kind of cause he takes up post-presidency. You know how Clinton, Blair are all involved in international affairs still, so dunno if it's an obligation, which would mean Bush would have to get in the game too. Woot.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Kenny affirms, "I am a Morality policeman."
3 weeks into a new job, and I'm pleased to say I've learned things like not to start a sentence with a numeral unless it's 10 and above. So, here we go again.
Three weeks into a new job, all's good. I've rediscovered a subconscious habit of doodling, an increasing reliance on coffee, and that I no longer need sleeping aids (tv, books) to drift into Slumberland.
As with everywhere I go, people continue to ask, "Why are you here?" I think this means I'm a more contented person than I thought, when I sense the dissatisfaction among the 9-to-5. And it is humbling, in a good way, every time I am questioned, because I reaffirm that yes, I actually know what my interests are. I like how life is a work in progress. Sort of mucking around in a relevant puddle until something that makes sense pops up/drifts by. Maybe it's okay not to have a specific ambition as long as you keep to what you like.
Enough about myself. Some issues for you guys to consider, now that I am eh hem, more informed about current affairs:
1) Do you eat oddly-shaped fruit? e.g. tomatoes with horns (on Neil Gaiman's site some time ago)
2) Does it really make a difference whether people use tissue or bags or leave another person at a table to chope it?
3) Some poll revealed that most people think they are not rude, but others are rude. Right.
Three weeks into a new job, all's good. I've rediscovered a subconscious habit of doodling, an increasing reliance on coffee, and that I no longer need sleeping aids (tv, books) to drift into Slumberland.
As with everywhere I go, people continue to ask, "Why are you here?" I think this means I'm a more contented person than I thought, when I sense the dissatisfaction among the 9-to-5. And it is humbling, in a good way, every time I am questioned, because I reaffirm that yes, I actually know what my interests are. I like how life is a work in progress. Sort of mucking around in a relevant puddle until something that makes sense pops up/drifts by. Maybe it's okay not to have a specific ambition as long as you keep to what you like.
Enough about myself. Some issues for you guys to consider, now that I am eh hem, more informed about current affairs:
1) Do you eat oddly-shaped fruit? e.g. tomatoes with horns (on Neil Gaiman's site some time ago)
2) Does it really make a difference whether people use tissue or bags or leave another person at a table to chope it?
3) Some poll revealed that most people think they are not rude, but others are rude. Right.
Monday, October 27, 2008
honking headaches.
Gallivanting's been barrels of fun, especially the part about being able to meet all my friends pretty much anytime. The "But I'm unemployyyyeeed" plea has worked out miraculously well on many of you, so it is with some reluctance that I let the guilt and shame take effect on my conscience and start to earn my own keep.
One of the highlights was the five-day carnival, of course, otherwise known as Bean's wedding. No, it did not give me a honking headache, that's a completely different story. It did mean I had to quit flying though :)
How do you answer when someone asks whether your friends are beautiful? As in hot, gorgeous, 10/10? I think they are all damn hilariously cute, but it's impossible for me to assign a grade. But on the day I saw Bean Kok ~snigger~ getting out of the car in front of the church, and the night I walked Bean Kok down to the Four Seasons ballroom, I wanted to wave a big fat placard with the grade '1 FRIGGIN' MILLION/10!!' That didn't happen, with uh, obvious and regrettable reasons.
Watching one of your best mates get married is out of this world. You can't stop smiling, you can't help crying, and you just really want her to Have A Good One. We wanted that so much that we decided to do away with the customary speech (we love you, have lots of babies, hiak hiak) that we would've been GOOD at (I'm so not kidding) in favour of a... song. Yes. A song. You can all stop blinking now. Yes, it was atrociously bad, yes, everyone was completely out of tune, yes, we shocked ALL her other friends AND relatives. But... I think we also succeeded in giving her a Good One, as evidenced below.
Her wedding photog captured this which he says is in response to our song. Right. I can't think of a face-saving way to end this post, so I shall veer off course to shout out to Weiwei: Come back soon, you fellow crybaby!
One of the highlights was the five-day carnival, of course, otherwise known as Bean's wedding. No, it did not give me a honking headache, that's a completely different story. It did mean I had to quit flying though :)
How do you answer when someone asks whether your friends are beautiful? As in hot, gorgeous, 10/10? I think they are all damn hilariously cute, but it's impossible for me to assign a grade. But on the day I saw Bean Kok ~snigger~ getting out of the car in front of the church, and the night I walked Bean Kok down to the Four Seasons ballroom, I wanted to wave a big fat placard with the grade '1 FRIGGIN' MILLION/10!!' That didn't happen, with uh, obvious and regrettable reasons.
Watching one of your best mates get married is out of this world. You can't stop smiling, you can't help crying, and you just really want her to Have A Good One. We wanted that so much that we decided to do away with the customary speech (we love you, have lots of babies, hiak hiak) that we would've been GOOD at (I'm so not kidding) in favour of a... song. Yes. A song. You can all stop blinking now. Yes, it was atrociously bad, yes, everyone was completely out of tune, yes, we shocked ALL her other friends AND relatives. But... I think we also succeeded in giving her a Good One, as evidenced below.
Her wedding photog captured this which he says is in response to our song. Right. I can't think of a face-saving way to end this post, so I shall veer off course to shout out to Weiwei: Come back soon, you fellow crybaby!
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