deep breaths now
sambunn in town
spent sunday taking sam, pam and hairy around the city. seedy soho and hyper excited gymnasts don't quite go together.
sam in her chirpy loud voice : why's it so dirty ? [pointing to a latex vagina she just fingered]
pam in her matter of fact tone : coz its been fingered by everyone.
took them the usual route i take most visiting friends. holborn (forbidden planet, fopp, random nice shops) - chinatown (phonecards, chinese pastries) - soho (amsterdam-ish stuff) - coventgarden (best *free* entertainment in town). waitingwaitingwaiting for kat to get her feline butt over...
"...been used, i've been on the evening news"
its been a tiring first week back. today i took a break of sorts. watched tv, had ice-cream, let the worry slide away like raspberry syrup down frozen vanilla cream, while accompanying my sister in her marathon Law&Order and CSI runs and flipping through copies of the Economist.
found a few amusing things- one was the huge apology blurb the magazine was forced to put for Mr. LeeKuanYew and Co. after an article about Temasek's annual report hinted at the minister mentor's alleged nepotism practices.
another was a quote from Janet Jackson, complaining about how her "breast popping incident" earlier in the year was played up by President Bush's publicists in order to draw away media attention from negative reports from Iraq.
at first glance i thought her statement was completely naive and delusional, but seriously now, what if it's true ? in journalism, there are no rules. i've seen how editors blank out or hype up controversial news on a whim. i've seen how little things like putting a 2x2 inch colour picture with caption can increase the chances of certain columns being read and increase the chances of other columns being ignored. you'd think that these things don't matter, but in reality, headlines and stock market movements often go hand in hand. information is currency. in the war between ethics and vested interests, ideals are always a casualty.
my boy and his blanket
on another note, it's late and my room's feels empty without the furball at the edge of my bed. kat hasn't bathed him for a week now as his immune system's still down after getting his shots. poor smelly fella.
floating like cannonballs
'still a little bit of your taste in my mouth / still a little bit of you laced with my doubt / still a little hard to say, what's going on ? ... still a little bit of your face, i haven't kissed...'
why are the greatest difficulties we encounter always spawned from within ?
you know how when you believe that life is all a perfect balance of happiness and sadness, triumph and disaster ? the perfect balance of it all doesn't always make the downside of things any easier to get through. all that's left to do is keep holding on to the ball, waiting for it to roll off you and waiting for the upturn.
only thing is, the ball won't roll off on its own.
another successful suicide in the world. in case you're wondering, this paragraph has nothing to do with the cannonballs section. there's been a death in my extended family and i barely knew her. still, another young life snuffed out by lost hope. god bless her soul.
never enough time to record the moments. its only when things are quiet again that you find yourself in an empty room, trying to recall where the days went and your only link to the almost forgotten moments lie in the little sentences hastily put together in thisguysarchives.
[i promise you, i'm working on my digital collage making skills...bear with me]*
trying a little kindness
kindness- it's like a foreign concept to some people who can't fathom the idea of going a little bit out of your way to cut a stranger some slack. then again, just when you think everyone is out to get you, you come across the most unlikely angels in disguise. giving you that extra bit of help, that extra bit of hope.
have you done / witnessed something kind today ?
taking time to enjoy the little things before sunday finds its way too soon. things like washing the car, roaming the suburbs with kat, messing with my puppy, teasing my mom, blasting my dad's new speakers with soundtrack music, etc. will get around to having a go at my electric guitar soon too. if you live anywhere in my area, it'd be a good idea to be somewhere else tomorrow evening.
ThisGuysPlace GMAIL INVITE GIVEAWAYS
i have a few invites to give away and i thought it'd be nice to spoil some of you who make it a point to visit thisguysplace despite the sporadic updates. so if you'd like one just comment in the lil speak place below and i'll send you your invite soon.
Update : Puteri Gunung Ledang Review
our time is running out.
yes it's been a semi hiatus. no it was not planned. august came without approaching. it's fleeting by even faster than june. my time at jalan dungun then jalan tun perak is over and i'm racing in slow motion to make the most of what little is left before i return to face the shit on the fan.
i've updated my links section. a few of my most interesting friends showing their more interesting sides online. i link them mostly to help me keep track of their sites online lest i forget their addresses and come online without my laptop.
more bad news arrived today. it's a freak coincidence that i blog on bad days. then again, bad days are more frequent of late. i'm determined to maintain composure. i will take what's coming gracefully. i'm stronger than most think i am. i've come to learn that being and seeming fine is easy. the hard part is staying in focus and not running away mentally from the things we don't want to face.
things that happened in august i never got around to mentioning here:
-that awesome weekend we stole away to penang.
-the german berhaus episode
-that night my two indian friends fell from grace
-the departure of the hairy one
-my maybank tower skulking
-almost interviewing tony "airasia" fernandes
-dinner with her [extended] family
...pics and maybe elaboration of all of the above later. also coming soon- reviews of the village and the passion of christ...