Archive for March, 2007

300 and other things.

I managed to catch 300 yesterday. The cinematography was great, the characters were very well-casted and I absolutely love the whole British dry humour in it. I love the way the story was unfolded by the sardonic narrator and the deliberate but random modern punctuations in the dialogues.
I love how incredibly manly the males [...]

Tuesday, March 27th, 2007

Walking calluses.

Lets call her M. M is a friend of my former classmate, $. We had a gathering a week ago and I told $ about some party tickets that I had and that I could give it to him and his friends for free.
So, $ called me a few days ago to tell me that [...]

Friday, March 16th, 2007

I’ve created a monster!

It’s 3.30am on a Monday morning and I’ve just came back from a long karaoke session with boo. Yes, I’m going to work in a couple of hours -_-.
You know, I think I have created a monster. Dude’s a mic hoarder now. And he didn’t even like karaoke to begin with!
We’re even thinking of going [...]

Monday, March 12th, 2007

Happy 15th Birthday, Nicklaus!

One of my favourite stories to tell is the adventure of cleaning up after Nicklaus when I used to babysit him.
One day, I woke up from an afternoon nap by a horrible stench. It was my brother, Nicklaus, seated in the middle of the brown puddle, his tiny hands splattering his shit. Horrified and disgusted [...]

Sunday, March 11th, 2007

It is bad enough to be fat…

It’s bad enough to be fat….it’s worst when you’re lumpy as well.
Ladies and gentlemen, the eczema is back, with a vengeance =(
I’m itching like a monkey infested with crabs.
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My right thigh. Now, imagine 80% of my skin looking like that.
Pretty sight? [...]

Friday, March 2nd, 2007

Thoughts before bedtime.

Finally, I feel like a real person. It’s not easy for me to say this as I’ve always have a deep seeded fear that I would die when I finally feel at peace with myself. It’s morbid but that happens when you read too many stories about dead people who seemed unusually happy before they [...]

Friday, March 2nd, 2007