Picture Perfect

I'm writing a script for a 30 minute movie. So I'll be updating this thread from time to time... hopefully often before Ana kills me for not meeting my deadline! So keep reading it if it holds your interest, which i hope it does!


Exterior Back Alley.

'A pretty little wench like you. You need not beg... I have better ways that you can earn money..' the man in rags said, leering at the girl.

'Please no. I just want food.' said the girl.

'I'll feed you alright. Feed you more than you can swallow,' the man chuckled.

'Enough!' came the commanding tone.

'You will leave now,' the gentleman started. 'Or do you need an escort?' he continued, two burly men standing beside him appeared.

'No escort sir! I was but concern for the poor wench. Starving you see she has been. Can't do good these days without trouble I sees,' stammered the man.

'Good indeed. You would have her a whore. Begone before I change my mind. Perhaps an escort be too mild a punishment for your likes,' the gentleman said.

Needing no further encouragement, the man in rags ran. Faster than you would have thought possible for such a fat man.

'You need food girl?' the gentleman asked coldly.

Frightened, the girl merely nodded.

'Come with me. And I will see you are not only fed but also dressed like a human. If you be a human under all that grease and dirt that is,' the gentleman snorted distatefully.

Confused, the girl tried to rise but stumbled falling flat on her face. It had been too long since her last meal. She was plain exhausted.

'Spoilt child. Need I carry you? Very well.'

'Master your clothes! Let one of us do the work!' cried one of the gentleman's henchemen.

'Bah! They are but clothes and easily replaceable. I will bear this child. She is lighter than she looks. Though she does smell like she is overdue a bath for a few months. Nay, perhaps a few years,' the gentlemen exclaimed.

Interior Gentleman's mansion bathroom

'Lice! She has lice!' the maid protested. 'Big as roaches they are!'

'Nevertheless, have her cleaned any way. This is my wish,' the gentleman commanded storming out of the bathroom.

*A scrubbing ye shall get lil lass. Hold on to your dear life. For good or for ill, you'll be presentable for the young master,' the maid said, taking a better grip of the little girl as she squealed.

Interior Gentleman's house

'Here she is young master. Pretty as a daisy. Cleaned up pretty well she did,' the maid pronounced.

'Very well. Leave us now,' said the gentleman.

There was an ackward silence in the room. The girl scratched at the dress that she was put in. Feeling out of place and uncomfortable. Yet she was a sight to behold. Her dark brown hair fell down to her shoulders and her brown eyes emmitted an innocence that could not be faked.

'Than... thank you,' the girl stammered.

'Have you been fed?' asked the gentleman.

'Not yet sir. But it is okay. I can wait,' said the girl.

'Incompetence,' the gentleman growled.

'Madame Grinch. Madame Grinch!' there was a the sound of feet rushing towards the room.

'Yes master?' the maid asked.

'Did I not leave orders that she would be fed?' the gentleman nearly growled.

'No master. Your orders were merely to clean her up as best as we could. Which...' the maid started.

'ANYONE with common sense would know to feed this child. She is but skin and bones. Must I do ALL the thinking for you as well Madame Grinch. Is this what I employ you for?' the gentleman snarled.

'No... no master... I will see to it right away,' the maid stammered, rushing off to get food.

'How do you feel? Apart from hungry obviously,' said the gentleman.

'I feel fine... master?' said the girl.

'I'm not your master. That remains to be seen. So tell me girl. Why are you beggin on the streets? An orphan? Abandoned by relatives? Spit it out. Speak.' said the gentleman.

'No sir. I ran away.' said the girl plainly.

'Ran away? For what cause? Starvation in the streets? To feed lice and insects of the such?' the gentleman growled.

'I'd... I'd rather not say sir,' the girl started, 'but I am eternally in your debt for your rescue. Otherwise I'd have starved to death soon.'

'That remains to be seen. If my staff are as incompetant as they seem... you might yet starve to death!' the gentleman barked.

'Its okay sir!' the girl gushed,'I am not that hungry. Some bread and water will do me well.'

'Nonsense. If I would have you eat like a beggar, I would have left you on the streets...' the gentleman said.

'The meal is prepared sir. Anytime the young lady is ready to eat...' said the maid.

'Very well. Go now. Eat your fill.'

Interior Gentleman's mansion, dining room.

The girl eats greedily, her hunger getting the better of her.

'Thish ish wondful foode,' she exclaimed between mouthfuls.

'Eat slowly my lady, least you choke on your food,' the maid warned her.

'Its been so long since I've had food this good. You don't understand.' The maid nodded sympahtethicly.

'Still... slow down and enjoy the food. No one's going to take it away from you.'

'Whats the master like?' asked the girl.

'Why the sudden interest?' asked the maid.

'Its not like any gentleman to just pick some one off the streets and feed and clothe them. He must be a very kind man,'said the girl.

'Aye. Kind indeed is the master. But ware lil miss. He has a cold side to him as well. He must have had his reasons for being for playing benefactor. Perhaps it was a whim. Who knows. Theres no telling with the young master,' explain the maid.

'I'll keep that in mind,' she said thoughtfully. Then, she continued to eat.

'Have you eaten your fill?' the voice boomed. The gentleman stood at the doorway. Staring at the girl and the maid.

'Yes master. I'm as full as I've ever been,' replied the girl.

'I'm not your master. At least not yet. Come with me. I have matters to discuss with you.' said the gentleman.

'Very well sir,' she said, taking on last reluctant look at the food.

Interior Gentleman's Study

'What will you do for me to stay here? asked the gentleman.

'I'm not that type of girl sir. And I never will be,' the girl said angrilly.

The gentleman laughed but it was a cold sound.

'That is not what I meant. If I were looking for a whore, there are plenty on the streets. I need not pretty you up and feed you for this. Tis expensive whoring.' he chuckled.

'What will you have of me then sir?' the girl asked, slightly remorseful.

'What work can you do?' asked the gentleman.

'I can perform house chores sir. I could be one of your maids. And I can...' the girl trailed.

'Can what?'asked the gentleman.

'Nothing. I can help you with the house chores. Nothing more,' the girl said.

'There is a mystery about you. I knew that when I first saw you. But thats okay. I like mysteries. I will slowly unravel you.'

The girl remained silent.

'You may stay here. Report to Madame Grinch and tell her to make you useful around the house. That is all.'

'Yes sir,' she replied and turned to leave.

'Oh, and one more thing.' the gentleman interupted.

'Sir?'

'What is your name. It won't do for me to address you as girl for the rest of your stay here.'

'Nicole sir. My name is Nicole.' she answered.

'Very well Nicole. Dismissed.' he said turning his back to her.

Nicole left the room. Closing the door behind her.

'I forgot to ask his name!' she realised.

Why be conventional?

Think out of the box.... why be one of the massses... this is just and example. Everyone queue's up for the loo... and you take a leak behind the loo.

Why not?

Its better than waiting for ages and being like that kid holding his bits as if he were going to pee his pants!

Why be conventional! Be bizarre... be different... stand out... don't be a face in the crowd...


you'll get no where being a face in the crowd... you'll just end up being a drone for the mindless workforce we already have...

so be different! be unique!

thats my Christmas message to everyone...

on a personal note : You didn't come... nor did I expect you too... but I still hoped that you would... *shrugs* ... I guess I'm just naive like that...

Merry Xmas

:)

Wish list

She stood quietly at the gates. Expectant. He didn't realise she was there at first. He turned to speak to someone and caught a glance of her. It didn't quite register in his mind. The smoke from the barbecue pit filled his lungs as he took a deep breath. He stood still a while. The sounds from the party deafening his ears. But all he heard was his heart beat pounding.

He took one step forward. Not trusting his feet. Walking slowly until he reached her. Walking away from the crowd of people he called friends.

'You came,' he whispered. It was more a question than a statement. He reached for her, as if to touch and see if she were real. He watched her flinch as he touched her cheek.

'You invited me didn't you?' she said almost caustically.

'And you wore the same dress you wore last Christmas. Don't you have any other clothes?' he teased.

'I thought you'd appreciate the irony.' she whispered.

'You look just as stunning as you did last year. No irony there,' he replied.

'I can't stay. I just came to give you some thing. Then I'm headed to church,' she said.

'Church huh? Somethings don't change.' In that instance, he felt the gap in the world that parted the two of them. And the distance of infinity multiplied by the rain drops on a stormy day grow between them again.

'Here you go, I hope you like it. Don't open it till I'm gone' she gushed.

'Don't leave just yet. There's food. People. Conversation. Idle things like that. You don't have to leave.' he said, close to pleading.

For a second, her brown eyes softened. Then they turned stone black. 'You know it won't work that way. I need to go now. You go have your fun.'

'Just a little while. Thats all I ask. There's people I want you to meet.' he replied.

'Theres no point in that Vincy. We both know that.' she said, starting to turn away.

He jumped a little when she called him that. He reached for her. Longing to hold her again. Just to pull her close and make all the obstacles disappear. To make things right. Then his hand fell flat.

'Wait. I have a gift for you too.'

She turned to look at him. He walked up to her slowly and kissed her on the cheek gently.

'I love you. Good bye and thank you.'He whispered into her ear.

She smiled a little sadly then turned to leave. He watched her walk towards her car. His heart hurting with each step as she turned away from him. Walking further and further away from his life. He shuddered with the need to call out to her. To run to her. But he turned his back. Walking back to the party.

He never heard her whisper. 'I know. I love you too.'

When he opened the present. It was a simple cloth. Knitted with the word 'Hope'. He clenched it. Put it in his pocket and went back to the party.

There's so many ways to say good bye. A good bye with a sense of finality. I never got a sense of finality with many of my relationships. Perhaps thats what makes letting go even harder. This is my Christmas wish. Finality.

And to spell definitely correct forever.

Baby update

She's doing fine now... she just has a patch of fur missing from where she was shaved. I'm so relieved. She's back to being her hyper self. Only thing I can't figure is why she is pissing and pooing every where...

its as if she remarking her territory after two weeks of being stuck in a cage...


which leaves me an awful lot of cleaning up to do.

Damn dog.

love her to bits :)

The power of music

Lately I noticed that I've been avoiding using my windows media player for MP3's. Odd don't you think. Theres nothing quite like listening to music as you chat or as you do your work.

So I sat down and tried to figure out the reason behind this phobia of opening my MP3's.

Firstly I checked out the music I play. I have a favorite list. The ones I've listed 4 stars and 5 stars. So I figured, might as well start with a look at the list to see whats wrong with it that I'm avoiding listening to it.

Then the answer struck me. Three quarters of the songs have memories for me. Not necessarily BAD memories. But memories nonetheless.

There were the happy memories, like 'Ghetto Superstar', the song we were dancing to at the night of Azan's farewell party eight years ago. Was it eight? Less? More? I don't recall. But I know its been a damn long time thats for sure.

Then there were the songs which reminded me of my ex girlfriends. In fact the majority of my favorite songs remind me of my ex girlfriends. Freaky stuff. So many song and for so many different reasons. Both happy and sad.

Then there are songs which just make me feel sad. Like Boyzone's 'Father and Son'. Reminds me of my father obviously. And that period in my life when I was growing up and feeling rebellious. Reminds me of when he was still around the house. Oh well.

Music is such a powerful thing. The emotions it evokes and provokes cut you straight to the heart.

So now I realise why I've been avoiding my MP3 list. I need a new list. New songs for a new year. But letting go of the old songs is difficult too. You're so familiar with them. You sing along to them. You know the lyrics. You know the beat and tune by heart.

Much like an ex girl friend. Letting go is difficult. But if I can't let go of my music what chances do I have of letting go of my ex girl friend.

Gotta start some where. And this is where I'll start.

New music.

If music be the food of love. Pray. Play on.

I'm switching off the music for now. Theres no love. Just a need for focus and determination to do successfully in my subjects.

Love comes to he who waits. Another adatage I've heard countless times. I, for one, won't be waiting. Neither will I be rushing to embrace it. If it happens, then it happens. If it doesn't I still have my focus and goals in life to attain.

Odd how from music I went on to speak of love. Then again music is love. At least a very big part of it. How many of us have cried when we heard a song from the past that brought back a bitter memory in love. How many of us have made love listening to THAT special song.

I need to change my music. And so I will. :)

No wonder I'm such a dumb ass

I love meat of all kinds... steak, pork, barbecued chickens... even the thought makes me drool... in fact I just had nasi lemak ayam...

The smarter they are, the more likely they'll shun meat as adults, British researchers contend
By Steven Reinberg, HealthDay Reporter

FRIDAY, Dec. 15 (HealthDay News) -- As a child's IQ rises, his taste for meat in adulthood declines, a new study suggests.

British researchers have found that children's IQ predicts their likelihood of becoming vegetarians as young adults -- lowering their risk for cardiovascular disease in the process. The finding could explain the link between smarts and better health, the investigators say.

"Brighter people tend to have healthier dietary habits," concluded lead author Catharine Gale, a senior research fellow at the MRC Epidemiology Resource Centre of the University of Southampton and Southampton General Hospital.

Recent studies suggest that vegetarianism may be associated with lower cholesterol, reduced risk of obesity and heart disease. This might explain why children with high IQs tend to have a lower risk of heart disease in later life.

The report is published in the Dec. 15 online edition of the British Medical Journal.

"We know from other studies that brighter children tend to behave in a healthier fashion as adults -- they're less likely to smoke, less likely to be overweight, less likely to have high blood pressure and more likely to take strenuous exercise," Gale said. "This study provides further evidence that people with a higher IQ tend to have a healthier lifestyle."

In the study, Gale's team collected data on nearly 8,200 men and women aged 30, whose IQ had been tested when they were 10 years of age.

"Children who scored higher on IQ tests at age 10 were more likely than those who got lower scores to report that they were vegetarian at the age of 30," Gale said.

The researchers found that 4.5 percent of participants were vegetarians. Of these, 2.5 percent were vegan, and 33.6 percent said they were vegetarian but also ate fish or chicken.

There was no difference in IQ score between strict vegetarians and those who said they were vegetarian but who said they ate fish or chicken, the researchers add.

Vegetarians were more likely to be female, of higher social class and better educated, but IQ was still a significant predictor of being vegetarian after adjustment for these factors, Gale said.

"Vegetarian diets are associated with lower cardiovascular disease risk in a number of studies, so these findings suggest that a such a diet may help to explain why children or adolescents with a higher IQ have a lower risk of coronary heart disease as adults," Gale said.

One expert said the findings aren't the whole answer, however.

"This study left many unanswered questions such as: Did the vegetarian children grow up in a household with a vegetarian parent? Were meatless meals regularly served in the household? Were the children eating a primarily vegetarian diet at the age of 10?" said Lona Sandon, an assistant professor of clinical nutrition at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center at Dallas.

"In addition, we don't know the beliefs or attitudes of the parents of the children, nor do we know if there was a particular event that led these children to becoming vegetarian in their teens or adulthood," Sandon said.

As the study showed, more women than men chose a vegetarian diet, Sandon noted. "Other research shows that women in general will focus more on their health than men. So, if they believe that a vegetarian diet will have health benefits, they are more likely to follow it," she said.

Given these factors, "we cannot draw any solid conclusions from this research," Sandon added.

Another expert agreed that a vegetarian diet is healthy.

"The evidence linking vegetarianism to good health outcomes is very strong," said Dr. David L. Katz, the director of the Prevention Research Center and an associate professor of public health at the Yale University School of Medicine.

"Studies, for example, of vegetarian Seventh-Day Adventists in California suggest that they have lower rates of almost all major chronic diseases, and greater longevity, than their omnivorous counterparts," Katz said. "Evidence is also strong and consistent that greater intelligence, higher education, and loftier social status -- which tend to cluster with one another -- also correlate with good health."

Alcohol

Dear Alcohol,

First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My
friend, you always seem to be there when needed you. The perfect
post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around on
the holiday's hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're
stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings.

However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I
want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel
that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:

1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is
important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of
substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make
me call those ex-boyfriends when I know for a fact they do not want
to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest
that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian
meatball and some stale chips (washed down with MORE alcohol &
topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls & chili cheese
fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this
time.

3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to
do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the
issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary,
and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the
next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than
45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.

4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting
ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's
debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover & immobility is
completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot! I ask that, if the
proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products,
aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the
kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal
& in no way interfere with my daily activities.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would
like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker
of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed
companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in
my pockets (or lack there of). In order to continue this friendship,
I ask that you carefully review my grievances above & address them
immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm
(pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions & hopefully we can
continue this fruitful partnership.

Thank you,
Your Biggest Fan

P.S. could we also address some of the following...

THE THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
Innovative.
Preliminary.
Proliferation.
Cinnamon.

THE THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
Specificity.
British Constitution.
Passive-aggressive disorder.

THE THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
Nope, no more beer for me.
Sorry, but you're not really my type.
Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.

Dear Sammy Vellu

or how ever you spell your damn name.

I'm ignorant. Bite me.

Raising the tolls to fatten your pockets is not only in bad taste... it is plain disgusting.

You claim that Malaysia has one of the bes road systems in the world. Have you taken a drive around Subang Jaya lately? Obviously not. Either that or your super car has such great suspension that the portholes are mere blimps in your radar.

You want to increase the tolls? At least have a pretense of making the road systems safer for us users. Areas with portholes the size of your lack of intelligence. Areas where there are dangerous curves and no lighting whatsover. The list goes on and on.

PRETEND to care about the road users at least. I've had friends who have had pregnant tires due to the pathethic road conditions in Puchong. And friends of friends who had entire rims and tyres gone to tyre heaven thanks to port holes.

You want to improve the road system. Don't start with freaking extra charges to the toll system. Start with fixing with what we have. Making the roads a safer place for the ordinary users.

But fattening your pockets is so much more better and option isn't it?

You make me sick

Port Dickson

Been meaning to post about this a few days now... but been too lazy... Me and a couple of friends, Mich, Ben, Kat, Yew Jin and Joe, went down to Port Dickson last week. I can't even remember which day of the week it was!

We left uptown at 11.30pm. Yup PM! A little on the crazy side. Any way it was quite a long drive there. The toll was something like 20 bucks! I think it took us around 1 and halve hours to get there... getting lost and finding parking included.

When we finally reached the beach, we went to Ben and Yew Jin's 'special spot'. Started a fire using candles and charcoal and the BBQ was on the way! While waiting for the food to cook, me and Yew Jin went fish and crab hunting. The tide was super low.

We didn't catch anything we could eat unfortunately. Everything was too small!

The food was good apart from the fact that Kat kept kicking sand into my food. Some thing would crawl up her leg, she'd scream and poof... sand on Vince's chicken! I suspect that this was done on purpose and had nothing to do with creepy crawlies. Cause it was ALWAYS MY chicken that got the sand.

After eating, a few beers and some black label, we went back to crabbing and fishing. Walking in the beach was super relaxing. Since I can't catch crabs bare handed (I value my fingers)... I was the torchlight man. Shining on the 'catch of the day'. It was fun.

When everything settled down. We sat down and looked at the stars. Unlike Subang, you can see stars all over the place... even though it was cloudy and about to rain. It was a pretty amazing sight.

Around 7am we decided to make a move. We went to Seremban to drop off Yew Jin at his grand mothers. We had breakfast first. Then we went back to Subang. Got lost a little but got directions from cabbies and found out way home eventually. I had a little bit more black label and was talking crap with Joe all the way home.

I was a lil tipsy while driving back. But when I finally reached home. I crashed like no ones business... into my bed I mean... I was EXHAUSTED... man I'm getting old. I remember Kat saying she was still hyper... plus she went to work and all.

Kids these days...

It was a great break from after the exams. I hope to go there again some time. Not too soon tho. 20 bucks for toll is pretty damn steep. Plus the long drive home.

Simply put... it was a blast... I had fun... thanks guys :)

Dreams... or Nightmares more like

This is the second day in a row I've had a shitty dream. Yesterday's was much more violent. I dreamt I had a fight with my brother. Quite a violent one. Then I went outside to check my mail. As I was checking my mail, I noticed that it was night fall already. A van full of people passed by and stopped in front of my house. A man brandishing something I could not see put it to my throat and threatened to kill me if I didn't let them into my house and hand over all my valuables. I broke the weapon and cut every single one of their throats. I could see the cuts on their throats and them gasping for air.

Today I dreamnt of my results for my exams. I dreamt that I got a C for a paper I'm very sure I got an A for. Call me a nerd, but I found it very disturbing and upseting. I woke up cursing.

I guess my streak of bad dreams has come back. Joy. Sleeping is gonna be so much fun again.

Sigh.

Baby's home...

She's not doing so well tho... the vet says its normal... but its heart breaking looking at her now... she's had like a quarter of her body shaven... and four stitches which look huge on her tiny frame... she's shivering from the after effects of the anaesthethic...

its totally heartbreaking and depressing...

I'm too distracted to even study for my finals now...

I can't wait till she gets better...

Love you baby... *tender huggles*

I'm cranky....

stolen from my bro's friendster :p ... BITE ME JU!

I'm cranky... sleepy... would like to take a nap but feel too guilty and worried about Baby to sleep... she was so happy going to the vet... she had no idea she was gonna be cut up... the poor thing... *SIGH*... no sleep till I pick her up tonight...

and extremely bored... so I went around spamming people testimonials... ahahah...came across some interesting pictures too! There was one which was pitch black and captioned 'spot the two indians'... lol...

any ways off to the books with me... later

Phew..

Advertising exams' over... I had two beers to celebrate and felt even more sick after that... no more beers for me that for sure... the exam didn't go so well :( I could only answer 4 out of 5 questions... so there goes my A... *SIGH*

baby goes for her spaying tommorow... am a little worried... she's so tiny... and they're gonna cut her up to remove her ovaries... :(

The worst part is that she can't move around for ten days in case the stitches pop. So she'll be in her cage for ten days. I sense much whining and protesting coming up for the next ten days. Can't be helped tho. She's such a hyper little mutt.

Worse still I have to wake up early to send her to the vet. *cries* I need some sleep desparately. Oh well... for the love of my pup... :)

Exam stress!

Here I am at 5.49am writing on my blog when i should be studying like crazy... i have 3 hours left to study for an exam i am completely unready for... but what ever... I'm sure I'll pass any way... but the A has flown the coop... theres no way I'm gonna get an A for this subject any more...

blame it on procrastination... i had three whole weeks to study and i left it to the last minute... and brilliantly... i fell sick at the last minute... vomitting, flu and a cough... was in no shape to study... in fact i slept through most of the day... almost 19 hours of sleep...

pretty crazy stuff huh?

3 hours to go... I'm worried sick... caffeine over dosed and about to go hyper at any time...

I just hope the questions I spotted came out... otherwise I'm in deep shit...

thats all from me now... to panicky to write anything witty or funny...

DAMN ALL EXAMS

A wonderful dream...

It was morning. I can't say what time exactly but all the guys were gathered at the basketball court near my house. We were talking and chilling out. Then we decided to make a move to college. Then I realised everyone's car was full. Fang's car was his old BCW 9841 car... so it was full of junk and had no space for me!

So I walked home and went to get my own car. But dad's car was parked behind it. Luckily I remembered Ming was still around. So I went with my brother to Ming's house to ask for a lift. Ming was like need a lift huh? Where to? I said college. He said to hold on for a while. So I told him we'd walk ahead.

While I was walking ahead, I saw Ming's car driving very erratically. And to my suprise it was my brother who was driving the car alone. I dragged him out of the car and slapped him. Saying he was too young to drive. He was still his young and chubby self. He was really angry and then tried driving off with a motorcycle. I dragged him off the motorcycle and slapped him again. (So much violence towards my younger brother!) Then he was super angry and stormed away...

As I was walking... I bumped into Gen and Audrey. Gen was wearing that same Esprit Spaghetti that I loved her wearing so much. So I greeted her as I always did. 'What are you doing here beautiful?' And she said 'I came to keep you company.' As we were walking and holding hands I told her. 'This is a dream. And I don't want it to end.' And she said, 'all dreams end... its just a matter of what you do when you wake up...' and she hugged me...

Then I woke up...

This dream is a combination of all the things I miss in life... the guys, my dad, my brother being his younger self, a sense of belonging... and not to mention Gen...

I woke up with a smile for a change and rush to write it down before I forgot it... Now I'm going back to bed... and hoping for a continuation...so back to bed for me... I still have a few hours to sleep before I wake up to study...

Been reading my blog archives...

http://thewarpedmind.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html

is probably the funniest part of my entire blog... then it kinda went downhill from there... as in I ran out of ideas and time to dedicate to the blog...

hey blame life for being emotionally distracting!

Anyway... out of respect for my younger more witty self... I shall dedicate this rant to me of September 2005...

Christmas is coming. Can you sense the excitement? Can you smell... smell... Yes... SMELL the money...

If Jerry McGuire screams 'Show me the money!' Christmas reeks of the same thing... MONEY...

Its not even called Chirstmas any more... its called 'X'mas... And the X factor being money...

Shopping malls are packed with drones buying needless presents and spending unnecessary money.

Everyone is cheerful and everyone is happy. Thats the important thing right?

Why does it have to be Christmas for exchanging of gifts to love ones? Its just and excuse and a poorly dereived one.

The celebration of the birth of Christ doesn't pepectuate that we spend money on ridiculous sales and promotions.

The whole thing is so commercialised it makes me sick. And I'm not even a Christian. Yeap. I'll finally admit it. I'm no Christian. I don't believe in God. I don't believe in Christ. I don't believe in any of that.

I do believe in the camaderie it pepectuates. But not the materlism it condones.

By the way... having a BBQ at my house for christmas... anyone wanna come?

HYPOCRITE

Failed attempt at blackmail...

I just took my shower and this was the conversation I had with my brother who was on skype with his girl friend...

Vince says:
pay me 2 bottles of beer

Vince says:
or i come running and streaking

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
ME ISH OFF WEBCAM

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
then only your screams wil be heard

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
as i castrate you

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
with the hair tweezers


theres gotta be an easier way to get some booze... sigh...

Dear Smephy

A kindred spirit
A gentle soul
The friend
that keeps me whole

A cheeky grin
An easy smile
while being there
all the while

through tough times
through bad times
tbrough writers blocks
and bad rhymes

Talkin to her
keeps me warm
And far far away
from any harm

A friend in deed
And in thought
She's all I ever
ever sought

Thank you smephy
for being a friend so true
I truely... truely
appreciate you..