Ooops. I forgot to mention that I've moved to that blogspot account. :)

I just woke up from this really scary dream and I'm going to write it down so I can have my friends laugh at the things I dream of for the next 5 years or so. It's good to keep conversation flowing because I'm such a nice guy that way.



In the dream, I was a babysitter.


Oh, fucking, yeah.


My assignment in the dream was this palm-sized baby.



So what's the deal?



I was a klutz in the dream.


I dropped the baby at every single arm movement, with every breath and to a (arguably) comical effect, would see the baby get back up and begin to cry. Bruising was indicated by thickening of the skin. To add insult to injury? I actually started poking the baby like a phone, among other things.... things that would land the normal in jail.

I woke up in a cold sweat.



Never again will I read gadget reviews before I go to bed.

A subscription for Happy News may just do the trick.


Or not.

You know we are still in for hard times when you see comments like (translated, paraphrased from a Facebook hate page) "Lineage determines your behavior!" still floating around in cyberspace. There is much work to be done.

What do you do when you have something of great pertinence, that you find it absolutely difficult to imagine living any part of your life without it?


If you are afraid of the dependency, you would probably move along, move along like we always do, hoping to never again have the need to fall upon it.

 
Most people who recignize its true value will hold on to it. Or fight for it, knowing very well how difficult it is to even obtain even a second chance of this form.

And so, we move on to the question.



How important is she?

You know she is important when she says stuffs like "no need to change for anyone."

You know she is important when she calls you up when you have not informed her you are home yet (cos most likely you are lost somewhere).

You know she is important when she tells you words that anyone else can say, but seem to have more effect on you than what others can.

You know she is important when you worry about her well-being, and whether she's making good steps up that path of growth and development.



So what do you do?

You hold on to it. Very very tight. Don't let go.

I was having dinner with my buddies in Bangsar at this Indian restaurant (name's skipped my mind right now) when I realized I didn't have much cash on hand. Luckily, there was this ATM right behind our table so withdrawing cash was not really a problem.

Walking away from the ATM with cash in hand, I saw another goldmine.

A Da Vinci Exhibition??

Like, whoa.

Here, in KL. Like, double whoa.


Being the romantic sod that I am, I think I'm going there with my girl when it opens. Which begs the question, WHEN, exactly. And to be honest, I actually forgot about this exhibition until Vivi pointed it out to me, so I'm here to spread the word.

Whatever it is, don't block my camera if you see me there.
So here are the details.


The When: 1st Oct 2009 ~ 17 Jan 2010
The Where: National Science Centre, Bukit Kiara
The "How much?"



For more info, the official word can be found at the official site (clicky here).

So do yourselves a favor and go visit. I know I won't regret it.

Being an exhibition, you won't get nudity or anything of those sort (Randall sounds disappointed) but think about it - it's not often you get to see these sort of things upclose.

Btw, if you spread the word, you may get free tickets, courtesy of this kind man over here. Check out his link for further details. GO GO GO!!


Guys, you'll have to excuse Blogdrive's formatting. I still don't know how to fix that shit. At least it's still readable. Kan? XD

Sometimes, I think the world would be a whole lot better if there was a place for idiots. Separate from ours, of course.

Preferably like, far away from me.

As much as I do NOT enjoy writing out the sort of things I am about to write today, I will.





Every year, July marks the beginning of my torturous half of the year, all the way to October. Every fucking year. Without missing a beat.


What I really need right now is a miracle to make things look at least a bit better.




Miracles are as blue as pigs flying in the sky.

Perhaps when it comes to the issue of problems, human uniformity can be clearly seen in the best way to tackle it - OHSHITZNAZRUNAWAY!

Running away.

When it comes to issues of mortality, run.
Sniper aiming for your head, run.
Mailman seeking your signature, run.
Radio doesn't work, run.
You stutter on-stage, run.


Running is a time-honored method of dealing with problems. Casually started with first putting yourself at quite the distance from said adversary, usually at a very high pace of speed. This action usually involves using a lot of energy, and is always draining for the user of the technique.


Running away from any problem gives the person much needed relief. What we fail to mention is that this relief is usually temporary in nature as it very much depends on what you were running away from in the first place, the runner's environment, and the condition of the runner.

For example, while running away from a 2-legged platypus is virtually easy and may provide you with good results, running away from the police may or may not help.




Sometimes, it is the act of running itself that hurts. You, and the people around you. So what you should do is try, try, try to bring things back to a slower pace. Look at it from a different angle, and hope for the best.



The biggest problem with running is that it solves nothing.

It's not good for me.

So it's not much of a surprise if you don't want to sit on the lemon tree.

The burden of your weight alone is enough to break the lemon tree. Let's not forget the burden you carry on your shoulders. Poor lemon tree.


Let's talk about feelings.

A special post dedicated to a certain someone who reveres in the awesomeness that makes up my very fiber.

Sometimes, feelings are like gateways to affection.

Without first declaring it, you can't really show the other person everything that you have to offer. Simply because we have rules and borders that separate each and every one of us from the other. Successfully declaring it AND having it returned means you get to go all out. Conversely speaking, you gain the right to show more feelings. Now, if you were to think from a rational point of view, it's nothing new. In Grouchspeak, it means you get to put in more smooches in between the silent pauses. But you see, when it comes to feelings, it is never an rational thing.

It's all about emotions.


But feelings change right?


What then?


Sometimes walls are there to remind you. Good quote.
Written by a friend to another. Thanks.


A little R&R can do wonders to the human... err... being.

Take a break.
Have a kid and a cat.




How would you feel if someone you really cared about hurt you?

Devastated, I bet.

Imagine if it was something like having the biggest lie of the universe spammed into your face, as if it never happened at all. So why do people lie?

Scientists/economists, whatever, not that it really matters anyway say it's because of incentives. The bigger the incentive, the more likely people lie. So what are incentives?


Something that you want?




What if it was something that you need?



What if it was something that you desperately needed to have in your life, but know you may never get it if you don't lie.... incentives run higher, and we tend to lie. So what is truth? Truth is something that happened. An opposite to a lie.

So conversely speaking, in order to get something, we have to rely on a 'nothing'. And it's ironically funny how some people get away with it. And how ironically deserving that the others don't.

That brings us to the topic: A white lie.

Just how white is a white lie? A lie is a lie, no matter what form of incentives we dangle in front. There's nothing white about lying. But if there is no white in the first place, then there can be no black either.

Judging morality is never easy. Perhaps that is why we have feelings. No matter how much we try to isolate morality and feelings, it always seems to be the little hook holding up the shelf. But one wonders if they really work hand in hand, as the burden of the big fat ass that was on the lemon tree earlier moves on to the bookshelf and breaks the small hooks we call feelings.



So... can you lie to your feelings?




How about this then: can you lie to the one who have feelings for you?

I did, and now I have crumbled. Learn this lesson well for a broken shelf does not go up ever again. Not by itself. If there were no hooks left, there'll be nothing left to hold it up ever again.

Never again.

Isolation is not good for me.