Your Opinion Does Not Matter
I wrote this on a very dear friend’s blog today:
Life is a long journey
a journey of thousands of miles
it is filled with both poison and honey
as it is with frowns and smiles
life is also a big gamble
to find what is not and what is true
how you stand or you tumble
how you move depend on you
there will be junctions along the way
all have its happiness and pain
you decide whether to go straight or veer away
whether to lose or to gain
Sunset as seen from my bedroom yesterday – Monday 14th January 2008.
Long fiery sunsets like this can only mean one thing – it will rain the next day.
The day I had those chest pains (early Saturday), I felt a familiar dizziness later in the afternoon as I tried to pick something up from the floor. A bad headache and neckache followed and soon my left eye was as red as Maya Karin’s in PHSM.
I have been resting and sleeping most of the time, however last night, after dinner, as I stared at the ceiling, there was a sudden “spatial blockshift” : the celing moved on its own to one side, only to return to its original position less than a second later.
I woke up this morning, felt a neckache. So I tried taking my blood pressure and the result is shocking: 147/95 with a heart rate of 95bpm.
It has now gone down to 140/90 with a heart rate of 91bpm. I wonder if there is an elevation in haematocrit, and/or increase in coagulation of the blood. A logical reason would be in the diet: oversupply of protein, as protein promotes constriction of the blood vessels. However, I have been staying off meat. Could it be now that I am getting this from the amount of fish I’ve been having?
I have lost 5kgs since the beginning of December, exercising, eat more fish and veg, abstaining from meat etc, meaning I am doing something right. And I hate sugar and salt. So what is wrong with me?
Maybe love is just a farce, and to say love is a beautiful feeling is a fallacy.
Love is just a feeling that one gets, and falls in the same category as hope does: HOPELESS.
I could smell the intoxicating odour of cigarette smoke, as the Lost Woman puffs away, probably looking at me from behind as I stand and stare outside the window: the roads in KL are still wet from the heavy downpour an hour ago, as wet as the torso of both Lost Woman and I.
I took a sip of my JD Coke. In the back of my mind I know that the Lost Woman will soon start thinking about what Ambrose Bierce had said about love:
“Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.”
Whereas my quote on love would be:
“L.O.V.E – like F.U.C.K, is just another meaningless four-letter word.”
She took another puff, inhaled deep, and exhaled poisonous gas. Finally finding the courage, she asked, “You have had me so many times now. Do you actually love me?”
I turned to look at her, slowly sipping my JD Coke, then turned back to look out the window.
I just made love to you, Woman. Doesn’t that count?
I have created a page for my all-time favourite Thai songs. These are songs that I have heard since 1990 until recent. You can find the page on the right column or by clicking HERE.
*phone rings*
Me: Hi, Honey!
She: Hi, Baby. How are you feeling today?
Me: A lot better actually. I slept well due to Xanax. But that’s the only time I’ll use it. It’s not good to rely so much on Xanax.
She: Why?
Me: Xanax killed Linda Wong.
She: Who’s Linda Wong?
Me: She was one of my favourite pornstars.
She: *laughter* You’re your jovial self today. You sounded so bad yesterday. Sorry I couldn’t be with you last night, Honey. I had to go to church with mom after the dinner because today she can’t make it there.
Me: That’s okay. I’ve always had this thing for Catholic girls.
She: Don’t you start.
Me: Let’s have tea. I don’t really feel like going out, but we could just have tea and laze around at home.
She: But you know there’s nothing at home for tea. What do you feel like having?
Me: Honey, you just make the tea, I’ll go get some croissants or scones somewhere. Will that be okay with you?
She: Sounds good, but are you fit to drive?
Me: Yes, I am.
She: Because if you’re not, I’ll give you a good spanking. Oh, I take that back. You always like to be spanked.
Me: Haha! Killjoy! I’ll see you later. I’ll give you a call once I’ve gotten the food for us.
Gap-filler, emotional buffer, tukang cukupkan quorum are all part-time “occupations” that exist for different reasons. All, are equally tiring, and can render one totally burnt-out, physically and emotionally.
The only reason one is a gap-filler, emotional buffer, or tukang cukupkan quorum is because the person is not truly needed by the person(s) who select him/her to become those, but at that particular point of time, his/her presence is deemed necessary to achieve a certain goal(s).
The bad thing for the gap-filler/emotional buffer/tukang cukupkan quorum is that he/she is being given false hopes by the intender and usually ends up worse off that he/she was before.
So for those who like to be treated as gap-fillers, please report to the nearest dentist.
Yeah, I am missing someone.
Here is a song I used to listen to a lot back in 2004. It’s called ?????? (missing you) by Peacemaker. I’ll provide the translation of the song below:
I close my eyes and I can feel
the loneliness in my heart
the night is long
and lonely
when I breathe, I feel the emptinessI want to feel the worries that I’ve given you
so you can hear the voice of the moon
whispering you to have a good dream
and let you know foreverThat each time
we are so far apart
there is a word in my heart
that I would like to tell you
let you know and understandThat I am miss you
when we are far from each other
I will say out the word
and you will know
and replace the worryingI miss you
And I have only you
Good morning, Honey, it’s 7.28am.
Countloon commented on the previous tag that it is a boring tag and has refused to do it. So I have come up with a new tag and would like to see if he is man enough to do this one, or is a complete chicken altogether. Here goes:
1. Do you believe in God or an overall-supreme being?
2. Do you believe in sins for being bad, and divine rewards for good deeds?
3. Is lying a sinful act?
4. Have you masturbated before?
5. Do you still masturbate?
6. Have you masturbated while your wife/girlfriend is fast asleep next to you?
7. Whom do you think of normally when you masturbate?
8. Do you use lotion, soap, KY, engine lubricant when you masturbate, or is your dick too calloused by now for you to give a damn?
9. What is the best thing about masturbating?
10. How often do you masturbate?
You are required to tag 5 people after you have completed this tag.
Now, my list of victims:
Have fun!
Friedrich von Schiller would smile at this if he was still alive. Truth does exist for the wise and beauty for the feeling heart.
The first thing I thought when I saw the picture above was, “Damn! Why isn’t my maid anything like this creature?” For a very best friend of mine who is still waiting for her maid, stick to the relatively non-lookers. You wouldn’t want another headache.
A recent report in a daily said that Malaysian men prefer Indonesian women because they are “softer in approach, pleasant and enticing.” In the report, Professor Dr Ahmad Atory Hussain, a lecturer in politics and public policy at the Universiti Utara Malaysia stated that Malaysian men were attracted to Indonesian women because they are slimmer, more charming than Malaysian women are; and that the wedding gifts to Indonesian women are much cheaper.
He was commenting on a statement made by the Parliamentary Secretary in the Prime Minister’s Department, Datuk Dr Mashitah Ibrahim, who said that there was a rising trend in Malaysian men choosing Indonesian women as wives.
He also said the situation was made worse by more Malaysian women becoming educated and financially stable.
“Many Malaysian women put their careers before marriage,” Dr Ahmad added.
Well, I don’t know. If the Indonesian woman looks like the one above, or like Yuni Shara, then maybe I would think twice. But driving all the way to Jakarta for Hari Raya is not my cup of tea: it would be a lot easier for me to drive to Krungthep to a Thai wife than having to drive across the sea. Maybe Forlorn Soldier might beg to differ as he prefers tempe to tomyam.
Malaysian women are not all that bad, in my opinion. Putting career ahead of marriage is somewhat a necessity in an age where the cost of living is on the rise and the purchasing power of the Ringgit goes down. Just don’t leave it too late if you plan to have a child as it would get more expensive if the child is still school going while both husband and wife are already retired from the workforce.
I would still go for a Malaysian woman: saves me the trouble. However, I don’t think I will go for a malay woman again, unless she is super-nice to me and is not fickle minded. I have neither the time nor patience to woo a woman again, only to be let down in the end.
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