P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
I met Pretty Yatee yesterday for dinner cum breaking of fast. I had one of those good times meeting one of my oldest, still surviving friends around.
Rock on Babe!
Erm..You've always been rocking, so its kinda redundant rhetorical motivation statement there. Hahaha!
Pretty Yatee has been friends with me for at least 7 years. We're reaching to an 8. And hopefully it shall not end at 8 or sooner. Friends forever sounds darn cliche and too ambitious. But huack, I still prefer Forever for now. So love ya babe! And cheers to Forever!!
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I realize I'm a sucker for good, flowing, natural conversation.
I cannot stand someone who speaks in a processive structural way. The conversation seems to appear akin to statements straight out from a newspaper report or an undergraduate's theory paper.
And even if you're gifted with a gorgeous face, it just won't work for me to stay for another 5 minutes talking to you. Not even if you're Brad Pitt!
I'm also not a fan of those who talks as if the Cambridge
Thesaurus has been surgically transplanted into their right half of their brain.
But, no doubt, using fantastic, impressive vocabularies in your everyday conversation shows off your command of the language, and in reality does bring you to places. eg. job interviews.
It's this basic formula: You use va-va-voom
W-O-R-D-S = you intelligent = you are in/hired/admitted!
It's just
words!!
It's a manipulative illusive strategy that people seem to use to get their way up. Unfortunately, the reality, people tend to keep buying this shit! It has comfortably turns itself into a culture.
My point is, people are using rare vocabularies extensively, that it becomes too pretentious and just too dramatic.
Why can't they just use simple words?
You don't need to speak or sound 'intelligent' with vocabs to be intelligent.
Seriously, my language in this rant is rather poor after reading it through. But that's my whole point. My point is still there even if language cocks up! You get my point?
City of Weirdos. 10:36 PM
It's practically 5 more nights of sleeping in that barrack. It's like home to me already. Sounds crazy and sick in a way. But it makes more sense when you practically stay in there like 3/4 of your week?
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There's something about you that makes me go jumpy and my heart race faster than road runner. Makes me blush and give me cold sweat.
There's something about you that makes me stutter, absent minded and dazed when you start to speak.
There's something about you that makes me wait a little longer to see if you're there, hoping you will.
There's something about you that makes me wonder everytime I speak to you.
There's just something about Mary.
City of Weirdos. 12:34 AM
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Hello Blog! Yet, again.
After a long hiatus. What? Around 4 months?
Chuckles. Not that long afterall.
I decided to come back into this blogging business after heavily inspired by Britney's courage to return into what she WAS. Rite...
But if we were on that line, at least I made my comeback with a few pounds off. Looking rather good myself. The only similarity worth identifying: we need supplies of those speedy hair regrowth shampoos!
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While Brit was trying to juggle her messed up life during her hiatus, I was and still am undergoing patriotic service to my country.
Highlights: Patriotism? Hmmmm....
Whatever it is, don't expect much of future entries to be routine training procedral stories of my escapade to our very own local version of the set of Prison Break. I know it will certainly sound mundane. Been there as a reader, so avoiding it at all cost. Hopefully.
Instead, as per normal, and as true to the function of BLOG, Human behavior never fail to be the hottest topic on any blog! And Training Academy is one sinful treat for die hard human behavioral observers like me. Never imagine Training Academy akin to a scene of Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. Goodie goodie!
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Having enlisted to spend weeks with other 37 individuals and sleeping with at least 9 of them in one common room, I've met so many colorful characters! We have the jackass clowns, the gluttons, the undercover ones who cadge and schnorr on others, the cantekerous ones, the vain pots, the weaker ones, and definitely the ghastly dramatic ones.
Meeting these characters have build and strengthen my resilience and confidence with strangers definitely. I once feared that my national service life will be a dread cause my lack of 'friendly' social skills. I was always a push over, bitter and icy. But eventually my time here has been fruitful in the sense that I've been able to overcome my bad habits. Thanks to these strangers that I've met for these months.
Honestly, it's pretty scary that the draggy time in camp that once dreaded, has evolve itself to be of time that you wish it could hold on a little longer. Just to spent a few more seconds or minutes, or hours even, in this newly build ties with people (regardless hate them or love them!) who were once strangers to you, seems to be so precious and in demand.
My hopes: to be able to meet these people yet again after we march our way out of the academy and even national service.
Have no idea why I'm sounding emotional suddenly. Wahahaha! I must be on crack!
Nuff said.
City of Weirdos. 3:49 PM
