Mr Fantastic from the Fantastic Four has the ability to elongate any part of his body by will.
How would sex with him be like?
I wonder...
18 July 2005
10 July 2005
What are friends for? Really...
Today, I felt like I'm on the peak of moody's point. Even clumsy line-dancing aunties can't twitch my mouth to a smile. For today it's a sad day. 'Cause, I've silently marked the unremarkable death of a friendship.
Seriously, do you guys ever had a friend you considered as your best-ie at one point of time in life? Someone you thought will be your soul-mate for life? Someone you see being your bridesmaid/bestman at your wedding? Someone who will be god-parent to your kids? And what-so-ever beautiful things friendship can paint? This is the very naive dream I believed in someone I've known for years. However, the dreams had ceased...
The hang-over from a disillusioning concoction followed. Tears flowed with flashbacks of our already-extinct happy times. And she don't know shit. 'Cause we don't do emo. Perhaps like men, sharing of emotions are for wussy friends. "We are fun-loving people! Yeah..." Whatever... That was a couple of years back.
Since then, I've long come to terms with how acquainted we are. I guess we are just different afterall. And I'm not exactly the coolest kid in town. Why would anyone be bothered with me? So fuck it. Life goes on and shit.
You might be asking. Perhaps it's some misunderstanding or you're just so fucking sensitive. And maybe I am sensitive. Remember.. Emos are for wussies. Well, wussy little me.
The fatal stab happened not too long ago. I've borrowed something from her. Let's just say, a laptop mouse. I understand that she's leaving for her studies down-under and she needed it. So we tried to arrange a time to meet up. Well, meet up for what? To simply pass her the mouse or to have time for a good solid good-bye? I always thought it's the latter. But in her messages to me, I can only feel that she wants the mouse badly. One of the messages read "I'm really not in the mood to wait anymore. I really need that thing. Thanks." Wussy little me felt so disappointed. So so disappointed. No mention of a chance of meeting? "Yeah, see you tomorrow or something." I thanked her nonetheless for helping in my time of need. Mission accomplished. Don't think there's a need for some solid good-byes.
Mushy good-byes are for wussies too..
Seriously, do you guys ever had a friend you considered as your best-ie at one point of time in life? Someone you thought will be your soul-mate for life? Someone you see being your bridesmaid/bestman at your wedding? Someone who will be god-parent to your kids? And what-so-ever beautiful things friendship can paint? This is the very naive dream I believed in someone I've known for years. However, the dreams had ceased...
The hang-over from a disillusioning concoction followed. Tears flowed with flashbacks of our already-extinct happy times. And she don't know shit. 'Cause we don't do emo. Perhaps like men, sharing of emotions are for wussy friends. "We are fun-loving people! Yeah..." Whatever... That was a couple of years back.
Since then, I've long come to terms with how acquainted we are. I guess we are just different afterall. And I'm not exactly the coolest kid in town. Why would anyone be bothered with me? So fuck it. Life goes on and shit.
You might be asking. Perhaps it's some misunderstanding or you're just so fucking sensitive. And maybe I am sensitive. Remember.. Emos are for wussies. Well, wussy little me.
The fatal stab happened not too long ago. I've borrowed something from her. Let's just say, a laptop mouse. I understand that she's leaving for her studies down-under and she needed it. So we tried to arrange a time to meet up. Well, meet up for what? To simply pass her the mouse or to have time for a good solid good-bye? I always thought it's the latter. But in her messages to me, I can only feel that she wants the mouse badly. One of the messages read "I'm really not in the mood to wait anymore. I really need that thing. Thanks." Wussy little me felt so disappointed. So so disappointed. No mention of a chance of meeting? "Yeah, see you tomorrow or something." I thanked her nonetheless for helping in my time of need. Mission accomplished. Don't think there's a need for some solid good-byes.
Mushy good-byes are for wussies too..
The Eagle that never soar
Here's an interesting African Fable I read from a forum.
The Eagle that never soar
A man found an eagle's egg and put it into the nest of a prairie chicken. The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.
All his life, the eagle, thinking he was a prairie chicken, did whatever the other prairie chickens did. He scratched in the dirt for seeds and insects to eat. He clucked and cackled. And he flew in a brief thrashing of wings and flurry of feathers no more than a few feet off the ground. After all, that's how prairie chickens were supposed to fly.
Years passed. The eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird far above him in the cloudless sky. Hanging with graceful majesty on the powerful wind currents, it soared with scarcely a beat of its strong wooden wings.
"What a beautiful bird!" said the eagle to his neighbor. "What is it?"
"That's an eagle - - the chief of the birds," the neighbor clucked. "But don't give it a second thought. You could never be like him."
So the eagle never gave it another thought. And it died thinking it was a prairie chicken."
So do you dare flip those wings of yours?
The Eagle that never soar
A man found an eagle's egg and put it into the nest of a prairie chicken. The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.
All his life, the eagle, thinking he was a prairie chicken, did whatever the other prairie chickens did. He scratched in the dirt for seeds and insects to eat. He clucked and cackled. And he flew in a brief thrashing of wings and flurry of feathers no more than a few feet off the ground. After all, that's how prairie chickens were supposed to fly.
Years passed. The eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird far above him in the cloudless sky. Hanging with graceful majesty on the powerful wind currents, it soared with scarcely a beat of its strong wooden wings.
"What a beautiful bird!" said the eagle to his neighbor. "What is it?"
"That's an eagle - - the chief of the birds," the neighbor clucked. "But don't give it a second thought. You could never be like him."
So the eagle never gave it another thought. And it died thinking it was a prairie chicken."
So do you dare flip those wings of yours?
08 July 2005
Possessed
Be gone Glutton Spirit!
I command you!
Be gone!
The lethal poison you casted on my dieting-soul!
Caused merciless pounds depositing in my body-whole!
Ruthlessly cursed by your spell of endless cravings,
Feels like I need to stock up every evening.
Your powerful talons have no plans to release,
So I have hunger pangs to please.
Time & time I want to be slim & trim,
But it's been so long since I visit a gym!
So...
Be gone Glutton Spirit!
I beseech you!
Be gone!!!
P.S.: Haha.. it's just something lame I came up with. Really feels like I'm possessed. I keep eating. As if it's some-kind of disorder. And yes.. I've gained 2kgs ald! The horror!!!!
I command you!
Be gone!
The lethal poison you casted on my dieting-soul!
Caused merciless pounds depositing in my body-whole!
Ruthlessly cursed by your spell of endless cravings,
Feels like I need to stock up every evening.
Your powerful talons have no plans to release,
So I have hunger pangs to please.
Time & time I want to be slim & trim,
But it's been so long since I visit a gym!
So...
Be gone Glutton Spirit!
I beseech you!
Be gone!!!
P.S.: Haha.. it's just something lame I came up with. Really feels like I'm possessed. I keep eating. As if it's some-kind of disorder. And yes.. I've gained 2kgs ald! The horror!!!!
04 July 2005
The Booger Man
Today, I met the infamous the Booger Man. Well...
I met the Booger Man on my bus home at the end of day. He slumped ungraciously into his seat and started sneezing. Then he let all the booger oozed out from his nostrils. The Booger Man had nothing to clean his mucus with. Before I knew it, he started blowing his nose on his palms. He then smudge the content of his palms all over the seats. I felt so disguisted just but staring at him from the corner of my eye. Booger Man caught me staring at him. I gave him a sting eye. He felt uneasy and moved to the back of the bus and started blowing his nose all over again.
I seriously hope SBS cleans their seats with sanitizers.
P.S.: Please SBS cleaners, keep us safe from the attack of the Booger Man.. Pretty Please!!!
I met the Booger Man on my bus home at the end of day. He slumped ungraciously into his seat and started sneezing. Then he let all the booger oozed out from his nostrils. The Booger Man had nothing to clean his mucus with. Before I knew it, he started blowing his nose on his palms. He then smudge the content of his palms all over the seats. I felt so disguisted just but staring at him from the corner of my eye. Booger Man caught me staring at him. I gave him a sting eye. He felt uneasy and moved to the back of the bus and started blowing his nose all over again.
I seriously hope SBS cleans their seats with sanitizers.
P.S.: Please SBS cleaners, keep us safe from the attack of the Booger Man.. Pretty Please!!!
03 July 2005
Supreme Being
Amen! The Supreme Being has spoken to me. And NO... He's not Jesus.
The Supreme Being based his scriptures on the media... But how much can the media say?
The Supreme Being knows the world.. But does He knows me?
The Supreme Being listens.. But cuts you off in the midst of your every sentence.
The Supreme Being respects you.. But only when you think he's right.
The Supreme Being gives comfort.. But in his own fashion.
The Supreme Being tries to convert me. But NO.. I wasn't convinced.
He has failed to make me walk his path. Thus, He has gaven up on me and moved on to preach his teachings to the rest of the world.
Now my insides are all mixed up. Losing your "religion" can be a hard thing to do. After all, emotional ties are the hardest to break. Well, at least I can count on Jesus.
The Supreme Being based his scriptures on the media... But how much can the media say?
The Supreme Being knows the world.. But does He knows me?
The Supreme Being listens.. But cuts you off in the midst of your every sentence.
The Supreme Being respects you.. But only when you think he's right.
The Supreme Being gives comfort.. But in his own fashion.
The Supreme Being tries to convert me. But NO.. I wasn't convinced.
He has failed to make me walk his path. Thus, He has gaven up on me and moved on to preach his teachings to the rest of the world.
Now my insides are all mixed up. Losing your "religion" can be a hard thing to do. After all, emotional ties are the hardest to break. Well, at least I can count on Jesus.
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