Archive for November, 2007

29
Nov
07

Ring a Ring a Roses.

what’s playing::Apologise – Timbaland feat One Republic::
moodflash:: Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket chirpy::

I’ve been enamoured by rings lately. Those that have thin bands, and rust-gold colours. Not shiny, new ones. I like the rings which have an aged look. I have odd taste, I confess.

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I especially like the one on the second row, on the right.

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I really like the one in the middle with its breakable thin, twisted band.

I think I like these rings because they look like magic rings. Like they came right out from a fantasy world, with genies, fairies, elves and woodland folks.

28
Nov
07

This is just sad.

what’s playing::All I Want For Christmas – Mariah Carey::
moodflash:: indignant::

When I read this, I became really indignant. How do men find it in them to treat women this way? To cut the long story short. It’s a tale of a married man who leaves his wife, while she is in the middle of her pregnancy with his kid, for another married woman. Too many “she” in this tale, so for sake of clarity, the other marriied woman will be called an “it“. Because she obviously lacks the quality which makes people human – conscience.

You can probably read all about it HERE.

I think adultery should be made a crime – legally. Since apparantly, moral rights and wrongs don’t take on the same meanings for everyone.

I just wonder how a man, a man (!) could bring himself so low. Because such a hurt,which would probably never heal. Likewise, I wonder how the husband of IT copes.

What makes me all bothered is that I realise there are many people are stuck in this kind of hopeless situations, and who probably never walk away. What then becomes of these women, who slowly waste away?

They say ‘time asuages,’
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.

Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady.

- Emily Dickinson

Of course I know that I should probably take this with a pinch of salt. But don’t you think that, with women as the fairer sex, men should be protecting, and not hurting them?


[too much, too much]

27
Nov
07

Damn.

what’s reading::Fragile Things – Neil Gaiman::
moodflash:: pissed as hell::

I need to know an alternative to Zooomr. Flickr was good, but I hated the upload limit and malfunctioning third party software.

Looks like I would return to Flickr afterall. It just sucks to have to replace the photo links.

Bought Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things. A collection of several short stories. This is a breath of fresh air as compared to late readings of Emerson, Thoreau and the like.

I’m pissed as hell. Bored out of my fugging mind. Irritated to the core. And I feel like throwing things. Damn.


[stuff it]

27
Nov
07

FUCKWIT!

SOMEONE HAS HACKED INTO MY ZOOOMR ACCOUNT! I HOPE THE FUCKER’S FINGERS ROT AND DROPS OFF. NOW ALL MY PICTURES ARE GONE!! KNN.

YES, I AM THAT PISSED OFF. WHAT THE FUCK?
~!@#$%^&*()_+)(*&^%$#@!~@#$%^&*()P:LKIUY$#@!AWEE#$%^$%%&%*(*)&^%$##$%^&*()_+)(*&^%$#
ASSHOLE!

26
Nov
07

Instead of studying…

what’s reading::Song Of Myself – Walt Whitman::
moodflash:: happy::

I am spending too much time surfing the internet.

timetells

soletherapy

[money money money]

25
Nov
07

Full.

what’s reading::Self-reliance and Other Essays – Emerson::
moodflash:: Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket contented::

A scrumptious dinner, made all the more delicious by the efforts of the deliverer.

Thank-you darling. It’s just a day. But I missed you.

[happiness]

25
Nov
07

An insane act.

what’s reading::Tripmaster Monkey – Maxine Hong Kingston::
moodflash::Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket solitary::

Because I have no one to talk to, an inanimate space keeps me sane. But really now, writing here is no different from speaking to myself out loud. Besides, I speak to myself all the time anyway, in my mind and aloud. Who doesn’t? Because the act of thinking in itself, is the same as talking to oneself. We’re all insane, in one way or another.

I am actually getting tired of reading. I am not done with Tripmaster, and I’m holding off reading Song of Myself for as long as I can. But bith must be read by today. And there’s still Emerson to tackle. I thought reading was supposed to be enjoyable?!

But I confess. I did, somewhat, enjoy reading Walden. I just don’t think I have the courage and will to live like Thoreau did.

[bathing is refreshing]

25
Nov
07

I am…

what’s reading:: Walden; Or, Life In The Woods – Henry David Thoreau::
moodflash:: Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket moody::

Lonely.

Everyone has some place to go.

Everyone has something to do.

Everyone has some place to go.

Everyone has someone to see.

Lonely.

[the blues.]

24
Nov
07

MDA doing the boogie.

what’s playing::MDA Upper Management ‘Rap’::
moodflash:: Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket cracked up::

This is extremely amusing.

Credits though. It’s a highly effective way to get their message across. And given the YouTube power, it’s efficient too.

I wonder though. What did their first take look like before the other effects were added in? :D

Suited up gahmen people sure know how to boogie.

This is just so good for stress relief. But if you tear yourself away from the image of dancing bigshots on your screen, you’ll realise that the message is clear. And everyone who watches the video would get a clear summation of what MDA does and plans to do. I like.

Excuse me for a moment. I am going to roll about on the floor, laughing my (non-existant) ass off.

[hahahahaha]

24
Nov
07

Literature makes me drowsy.

what’s reading::Great American Short Stories::
moodflash:: Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket stressed and bothered::

Each time the exams roll around, I develop a profound distaste for Literature. Especially when it seems that I’m expected to memorise and remember. I do not want to memorise and remember quotes to regurgitate. I do not want to rote-learn themes and concepts. I do not want to at all.

I do not understand why Literature can’t have an open-book examination. Afterall, I see no connection between the study of Literature and how well one can memorise quotes. I detest this.

So now I have to finally sink my teeth into Thoreau and Whitman. Oh, how I dislike reading them. Thoreau seems like a twitter with grass in his hair and flowers behind his ear. Whitman is just an excessively horny all-American man. I judge.

I prefer to read short stories, and simple, fiction. What care have I for the philosophical expouses of authors on American ideology? None.

This bugs me. And to make things worse, I’m not prepared yet I just want this whole long-drawn examination period to be over. It sucks to have to slog over boring essays and garbled poetry when people around me are freed from the shackles of the big E.

[angsty bitch]




 

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