ludicrously speaking

How cock up is the force? Sit back and enjoy my account.

The day before we report for our Nday preview duties, we were inform to report at our posted NPC. The morning we showed up, we were told to head back to the headquarters instead. As we drew arms for the event, my name was left out of the list…sweet.

When I finally got myself geared for the event it was way past the reporting time so we reached the briefing station and due to the lack of tic tocks, we were not briefed in full. As though the string of events needed a climax, we arrived on the ground and missed our lunch period…great, no food. Feeling ever so loved standing in the pouring afternoon rain with our stomachs singing a chirpy tune, I can only say that the force is truly an EXTRAORDINARY career!

Tanished halo, you could’ve make a thousand good decisions, but none of them barely comes close. Let this entry be your reminder that life after the force dwells bliss. PERIOD!

I seldom journal daily happenings in my blog. I realized this when I went through my archives the other day. Maybe I dun see a need to reflect that way. Most people blog in the form of an online diary, whereas for me, it’s more of an outlet for the random thoughts in my head. A place to anchor my point of view and share my discovery.
 
Rarely do my entries elaborate in detail about how my day went, who I met, what I did from beginning to the end. The things I blabber about are usually spin-offs from a little unnoticeable detail; a good joke, a handphone feature, an icon… and a lot of them are movie critiques. Talking about movie is something I enjoy doing massively, or so it seems.
 
Half the year has gone by since I started and I’m glad I did. I didn’t know verbalizing my thoughts can be so enriching and satisfying. More importantly, it has kept my close knitted friends informed of my current state of mind, so I won’t drift too far and lose sight of the things in life that matters most.

to more ludicrous entries to come. cheers.

If you call someone aged who has a very disturbing form of affection for young children a pedophile, someone out there care to tell me what a young teen, who has a sick sexual attraction towards old folks, is called?

Restless and feeling dazed, my eyelids are twitching. The symptoms are beginning to show. My itch for traveling is back to haunt. I know its not too long ago that i had a weekend getaway in Bangkok indulging in a little shopping treat, but 5 months down the road has worn out every speck of joy i had savoured there and crushed  my carefree spirit completely. I need out… of the country that is. And my… what options there are!

I’ve 3 trips with boxes waiting for me to tick my ultimate wanderlust destination! Nepal with 2 old friends in November. Thailand (again? for the 6th time!) with colleagues anytime soon. And the most probable tentatively planned trip to Australia in Sept!

I cannot wait. 

I think Claris is the most adorable thing ever. I really do. Love her to death. Come let Ah Ku bao bao! keke…

 

• corrinne may    - safe in a crazy world
• john mayer       - any given thursday
• jack johnson     - in between dreams
• anna nalick       - wreck of the day

These 4 albums were on rotation for the past weeks. Music does’nt get better .

” Look stupid, do i? Hm? “
I’ve finally watched and completed the entire Star Wars Saga. It took me all of 2 weeks to watch the first three installments (Epi 4-6) followed by Episode one and the next 2 “concluding” prequel (recently purchased DVDs from JB). Ok, so I’ve never been caught up in the STAR WARS frenzy, and knew little of its appeal to the masses. I’m watching this whole saga so I can keep up to scene, and not suffer the berating of my friends due to their astonishment. Sadly, even after all that time devoted to that 6 pieces of DVD, I’m still clueless to its phenomenon. For one, I’m still think Yoda is silly. He’s like a senile alien who can’t seem to put his words across properly, his “philosophies” are like Pamela Anderson’s boobs; too trying and ridiculously obvious, I couldn’t help but snigger  whenever he spoke. Where’s the dignity of a grand master I ask? No doubt Mr Lucas gave the poor green blob some edge in the prequel, adding in fight scenes and credible plots where he chaired the Jedi council, but still… I think after Shrek, greenish talking things just cannot be taken seriously anymore.
 
I’m not particularly drawn to the heavily CGI-ed battle scenes nor the flickering romance between Darth and Padme. Or the irksome C3PO and his gay companion R2D2 (no prize for guessing who’s top or bottom). All in all, this saga just doesn’t appeal to me. Maybe if I’ve caught it when it all began, an interest would have nurtured. The action and romance are just too dated. And so… Seen it, I have. Like it, I do not.
 

More often than not, I’ve been told that I think and act years beyond my real age, small wonder all my buddies are older than me. I’ve always wished I had more peers to hang out with, but the reality is, guys mature late. This is what i think. Take for example, the act of talking big (I’ve observed this form of bigotry since my schooling days). Men tend to over exaggerate their ability most of the time, may it be a game they excel in, a relationship they are in or even the experiences they claim to have had. There is this guy I knew back in secondary school who told people he had titanium planted into his bone structure as he’d suffered a major accident. Guess he was hoping for someone to think of him as an enhanced human of sorts. Hello? Woodbridge calling anybody? What a dimwit! And I bet he told some other twit that Wolverine was his half brother. God willing, we’ll be better off if that accident had just terminate him and not waste air.
 
I figured that the foundation of this irrational doing must have been the (his) inferiority complex. For most, this will be neutralize over time as they build up more confidence and personality through events in their life. But for some, this senseless behaviour lingers on and eventually becomes a part of their character. It may not be half as ludicrous as the above story, but almost as excruciating. Just recently, one of my friends broke up with his girlfriend of just 3 months. When I met him, he began pouring out his sympathy for the girl, saying he was sorry he had dumped her and left her in a complete rut. He then continued relating how he had to entertain her the night before, persuading her to get over him as she sobbed like a river. What he didn’t know, is that I was out with a bunch of people the previous evening. A certain ex-girlfriend had no problem dancing and enjoying to her heart’s content. She also vividly recounts how she had left the lying bastard a broken man, better off by herself. I’m puzzled as to how i should feel. Sorry? or Sad?
 
So guys, there’s a lesson to be learn. Talk big at your own risk and please grow up.

When do you ever really know if you’ve had a good haircut? Is it straight after your cut when your stylist meticulously coifed your do and ready you to face the world as you step out of the salon feeling like a million bucks? Or is it the day after when you ruffle your hands through your hair and determine how you can best style your new crop to create your brand new look. Perhaps, like myself, you wait a week or two before safety proclaiming to the whole world that the stylist is a genius! That you actually loved the hair cut done few weeks back. Factoring in manageability, how long it to took to grew outa shape and fundamentally, how it works with your frame.
 
There’s the kinda of people who need others to reassure them, acknowledging the aesthetics of their haircut before they recognize a prized crop. Not me. I just need time to figure out. Cause after all, what matters most at the end of the day… is what it did for me.