Books I have completed reading since January 2018:
1. No Man's Nightingale - Ruth Rendell
2. One Day - David Nicholls
3. The Door - Margaret Atwood
Friends and Enemies
Akatsuki: Nightmares & Dreamscapes
-beats in my head-
Chika-Chin's Anime Mania!
empty white space
In My World
My Blah blah Bulogu
My Little World
Sdovelly~ c'est la vie
Serene's Silent Secrets
Shuffle and Repear
Tolanic's Travel Blog
What a stupid myth. Or is it?
Thursday, April 12, 2007
You know what? I had the most amazing happening in my life yesterday. Oh reconfiguring the internet IP whatever is not included. Yes I need to do it again because of my itchy hand. And no... changing the blog layout is not a big deal. I knew how to do that long time but it's just 'damn mine sucks so I need to do something' attitude' after looking at so many grandiose layouts - KIASUISM.
But what happened yesterday?
Right. Yesterday, my family oldest car was nearly on fire. My sister and I were inside the car because we were on the way home from the LRT station. I hopped into the car and we headed off to our home. Not long after that, we heard some noise in the engine. So loud was the noise that's enough to convince us literally that the engine was dropping to the ground. But we just didn't care.
We just looked at each other indicating there was nothing wrong with the car except it's a 10 year old car.
A few minutes later ...
Renaye: Jie [sister in Chinese], I smelled something burning.
Jie: Yea, me too. Is something burning outside?
Renaye: No jie. It's not outside ... and why don't you just turn on the haphazard light?
Jie: THE WATER ... HIGH ... !! GET OUT GET OUT!
We immediately stopped the engine at a junction and got out of the car with some uninvited steam permeating from the car engine. I grabbed my laptop baby and ran a few metres away from the car.
We stood on the roadside awaiting help for we are speechless and wide-eyed of the unfolding event. We immediately contacted our mother for rescue. And in the middle of that, there was this middle-aged man came to tell us to steer the car from the main road with all sort of hand movements. My sis was yelling at me to come and listen to the man. But I didn't budge from my stand - simply because it was too comfortable to stand still.
But so what if I listen to the old man? Why point here and there and talked so much if you could just help the 2 ladies to steer the car? I don't appreciate his words whatsoever. You saw us in need of help and you didn't even bother helping us by taking action but just telling us in a mere 'I ate more salt than you' attitude.
What is the myth? If you are a beautiful lady in dire need of help, there will be someone coming to your rescue? Yea. Kiss my a**. My sis and I stood there for like 30 minutes and no one came to our rescue. So many drivers just passed us and some even honked us for having the car broke down at a cornering. Some motorcyclists even tried to turn by passing behind my back.
And of course, we attracted tonnes of attention for the car just died during peak hours and at the-only-lane-to-get-home road. But no one came to help us. No one came to ask us how are we doing. No one asked us if we know any mechanic in that vicinity. No one asked us if help is coming or not. No one and nobody. We only got cold stares from the drivers. And one even shook his head at us - feeling sorry?
How sad it is in the context of our culture. Why no one stops and volunteer to help anymore?
Before I drone further, I should just first ask that question to myself: did I ever stop to help a person that needs help?
What about you guys?
Tuesday. 4.10.07 11.36 p.m.
the rain falls
like crystal stalactites
onto my face - painlessly - soundlessly
I stand still
With the rain rhythm
Playing its minuet specially for me
I saw the most picturesque view - enveloping me like a warm blanket
The rivulets of crystals left
A gift I could ever need -
The sweet-bitterness elixir on my lips
My eyes greet the light -
To my left is a vast brownish empty land
Of remains of the past
To my right is the blackened vacant land
Of remains of the past
In front of me is the grayish bare land
Of remains of the past
And my back is the yellowish ruined land
Of no hope
If only this is a dream -
I would never trap in
Morning dews trickle to the ground
Only this time
They are mine
* I got nothing to do apart from revising for my exam. I thought I would compose a poem in conjunction with the Environmental day.
My few Princes Charming ...
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Right. Don't you dare to say I'm snatching away your prince charming,jolenesiah .
I changed my mind to update my blog after asking jolenesiah what's up with her 'Dear Prince Charming' in every blog. She told me she just could not see her Prince Charming's appearance in her dreams.
And then I realised I could see mine in my dreams. In fact, I have dreamed a few Prince Charming in my dreams. What they did in my dreams is ABSOLUTELY my secret. Bwahahaha. But then ... it's usually the same person. I have actually seen this guy visiting me in my dreams like 5 times in 2 years and recently a few months ago. And yes, I remembered what were the dreams about of course. =p
But oh well. I think someone has visited me in my dreams as well.
Gay Fiction wanted
Friday, April 6, 2007
Ok. I give up. I really give up.
I was actually trying to find a gay contemporary book that I have read 2 years ago. I went back to the library online search site to search for the book but I can't believe that I just cannot find it back. I clicked n every title and then did another search on a publisher site to read the sysnopsis.
I just could not believe my eyes that I just cannot find that book back. NO!!!!
The closest I can get is 'Joseph and the Old Man' by Christopher Davis. I did a search on the library site, there was no such title and author. How sad is that for my heart?
What's the story about?
It's about young boy who is raised in a high strata family becoming a sex pet to a quite old high class eligible gay guy. This old guy is only interested in this young boy but this young boy is just playing this old man. And at the same time, this young boy has an army lover who happens to be one of his maids's son. This young army fellow is really in love with this young boy.
But in the end, the young army died because he was killed in a battle. And then the young boy discovered that this old man is actually the father to his army lover. The old man was pressured to show interest in woman and happened to make the young boy's maid pregnant when she was young.
The story plot might look plain but the way the author puts it... they just take your breathe away.
So anyone out there. If you really happened to read and know what JOSEPH AND THE OLD MAN synopsis is. Please tell me!
Thank you very muchie.
Genius? Not at all
Friday. 4.6.07 7.36 pm
I know many of you must be wondering why there's no post other than 2 images. Haha. That's because I didn't have the time to type any ellaboration other than cutting and paste the HTMl codes of these 2 images.
Oh well, bad news people. I'm not really a genius afterall. You see my genius score is just 127. And then Katrina got like 137. And a few more people got higher than me. So I'm just not a brainie as them. But then, let's look on the brighter side. If I'm too genius, then, I will be wanted by some err bodies that might want 1) to dissect my brain in the name of scientific experiment to investigate why I'm so smart; 2) to kill me because I'm 'exploiting' my genius mind that could threaten them [yes ... some smart people have been killed ... because the guy who sat behind me said that his lecturer is a wanted person by some body just because he's just an innocent genius]; 3) to simply possess my brain not for my beauty - darng!; and 4) eat my brain with the hope that they could be as smart as me as well [you know Sylar in the Heroes series? He did that to get other people's power] .
So 127 is the safest score for me! I'm safe!!! Yes!!!!
Oh I got nothing to do as well in the office so I took another test which is the personality test. Bwahaha I can't imagine I'm the Philosopher type.
Right people. You guys can condemn me as much as you want. I'm a genius afterall.
Error codes ...
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Hahaha. I know what are you guys thinking: what happened to my blog yesterday? Oh well, let's just say that this genius accidentally deleted one of the css codes that customize my site. And that was because I was trying to re-adjust the Nuffnang ad blogs on my site.
Oh well, this genius needs to get back to adjusting the blog ads on this site.
And that will be while watching Heroes - now.
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