2 wrongs = right?

What would u tell a friend, whom u seriously think is fuckin her life up through her own doings, when she comes calling you in the middle of the nite telling you she needs to talk and in the midst, delivers yet another account of ANOTHER devasting deed?

As for me, i kept almost too quiet because 1) i wasnt expecting something on that scale from her though i've kept to the wise practice of bracing myself whenever i see her number flicker and 2) I didnt feel i had anything constructive to add to.

I guess on her end, she must have felt really sorry for even thinkin of ringing me in e first place considering the cold response in which she inevitably received. I would like to think i am hardly cold to anyone (well other than the occassional attacks to the partner) but when i am, its prolly the only reaction i could possibly muster given that scenario.

I wish i could have spat it straight into her face on how fucked up she really is or how the company she's dwelling in isnt exactly gonna aid her out of perdition but somehow, i didnt manage to warrant out the fiesty zest that might have provided the much need conviction. One more note, the "company" really meant her boyfriend + his sidekicks but i reckon no one would appreciate having her bf stripped of any significant worth through a voice that's possibly a pacific ocean away; albeit them being wise words of wisdom.

So, while i didnt screw her up as i ideally shd, i did ask if her BF of 4/5 mths was offering her any kind of support. To which i learnt -though no surprising considering the sleeze that he is-, that he hasnt been workin for almost the same period of time since they got together. And so naturally, it paved the way to my next question which was the obvious WHY, in which she replied in a drunken stupor,

"I dunnoooooooooooooo..."

By now, it would have appeared bloody apparent that it certainly wasnt a gd time to deliver a 10min sermon to someone whom's on a high of i dunno what, but im gonna need something better than "I DUNOOOOOOOO" to dismiss me off. In the fucked up stage ure in, the best u cud do is "DUNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" why ure bf is livin per se a leech, if not, modelling himself after a piece of trash? Well done.

And so, after 15 gruelling mins of tryin to make sense outta this whole mess, she finally revealed her bf hasnt got the O's and thus, it was diff for him to scout for an opening.

Seriously, u thought despite the lack of education, he would at least be smart about clinging onto the prev job for dear life considering the predicament he cud potentially be in but no... the smart ass had a better idea.

Fight w. boss + Pride = QUIT.

U noe... 2 wrongs don't necessarily make a right.

Paranoia

I was having one of the usual midnite jibberish sesh with a friend some nights ago when some point into our conversation, it got down to this.



How weird is that?

How is it justifiable faulting someone of paranoia, when his/her suspicions bear nothing more than the actual truth? It's almost as if im being paranoid for thinking my mother's female.


Unfortunately, what he said made rhetoric sense too. She is assuming her suspicions to be right without any substantiality in those accusations so despite them being utterly true,

She is sadly pronounced Paranoid, until proven factual.

The end

Crawling on dialup has few benefits but an apparent one would be the inclination to blog more frequently, credits of the extra moments you inevitably derive when the other pages are strugglin to get filled with content.

So the weekend's crashing through in a matter of minutes and its bringing a smile to my face as im typing this. Im at a glee not because of Sabbathical reasons but the significance of another week comin to an end.

Im feelin rather zonked so im aborting the lofty plans of penning a substantial post and head onto the realms of the... errm... slpy.

*slumps onto keyboard*

much ado bout nothing

i cant believe im channelling 15 precious mins away from Ep 12 of Boston Legal into the contribution of this entry, which you could possibly already gather by now, is no where gonna be near constructive but i just thought some interaction might do me some gd since ive been couching all day; completely void of any, well, interaction, other than those of Alan Shore which incidentally, occured on my own mental accord.

Seriously, David E. Kelly is the man. For a moment i strayed and mistakingly identified Tim Kring as the redeemer of my indifferent meaningless routine when he brought Hiro Nakaumura into my life. However what David E. did with Boston Legal, was that not only did he scale the redemption onto the same degree, he added choc dipped strawberries with it.

yes it is THAT good, if my entry is not resonating with u just yet.

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I was meant to resume with the much dreaded driving lessons today but less than 24 hrs before the pre-scheduled deed, my newly assigned instructor cancelled his obligations towards me. Well, i wouldnt have been half as pissed, if he had at least bore the decency to reach me personally, rather than appear in the form of a hastily scribbled note which my housemate cleverly transcribed from a phonecall at home that didnt request to speak to me.

how weird.

Anyway, i gave up on him, and his school for that matter, and took the liberty of engaging another of the same business. Happens their next available slot only comes in next Tues so realistically speaking, my hopes of being able to operate a motoring vehicle legally have just been pushed back to yet another week.

Does no one sees the urgency here?

I am specifically told, quoting Her Majesty finest words:

"PLS DONT COME BACK TILL U'VE PASSED YOUR DRIVING."

I need the deities blessings on this one.

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Theres this Gay Tennis Club here in Brissy that im pretty interested to do a write-up on and in observation of the 3rd Journalistic commandment, im expected to do a housecall. It is that fundamental as to an accountant using his calculator and a painter using his brush but somehow... i am still not quite accustomed to doing personal interviews. I am well, academically trained to do so i know but i jus cant seem to conquer that intimidation. As u might already figure, i am not very accustomed to speaking to ppl i dont already know so yadda yadda yadda...

Anyone interested in a tennis session come Sat? =(

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I know its a tad delayed in the mentioning of this but Hervey Bay (say: HAAAR-VYYYYY)was quite a blast. I took an absolute delight in making everyone swallow that spicy chix i whipped up that inevitably caused the runs to my dear friends due to an OD of dried chilli. Not quite brilliant, i would agree.

Anyway pics will be up by the weekend, that is if i manage to escape unscathed from the evil clutches of David E. Kelly.

Adios!

its either me, or the ppl ard.

I havent been blogging all week and the best thing i can come up with is some ridiculous till its insanely funny thing that happened to me today.

I dont even know if its right for me to be yakking bout it because ive been sworn to secrecy regarding the intimate details of the matter but i reckon it shd be ok for me to speak about the LOGISTICS.

At bout 1030 this mornin, i received a sms from a friend in SG. That caught me rather offguard simply cuz she hasnt contacted me the whole time i was back during summer so that explains the frown when i realised who the sender was. Anyway, the msg beckoned for me to get back to her ASAP because of an urgent matter.

I replied immediately upon glancing thru the final fullstop and asked wat was the issue and if she was alright.

Less than a minute later, her reply came.

"Can u come online at ard 10pm sg? i need to talk to u bout something."

"ok, cya 2nite den" was my reply.

I thought it seemed pretty, ok, AWFULLY weird that she shd contact me in this manner so i dragged myself outta bed, grudgingly fixed up the dial up, got onto MSN n interrogated Zac if she heard anything or if the sun was still existing over on SG's side.

Everything was fine it seems, other than the fact that our friend frantically went online earlier in e mornin lookin for me and related to zac that she was lookin for me urgently.

I was gg thru my irrated nerves tryin to dig out some recollection of me owing her money because if i did, then at least it wud all make sense.

No such luck.

And so i got worried and when looney micque gets worried, her sane filtering system does not quite filter out irrational thoughts anymore and so...

1st: she thought X might be gettin married and so needs her back in SG ASAP to be "jie mei". (Zac went ... at this one)

2nd: X wans to borrow money. (then zac was wonderin y X didnt ask her first, if that was really the case)

3rd: She killed someone and she doesnt want anybody to know. (rite... who would)

Fast forward 10hrs later, i contributed my meaningless presence upon the www, or MSN to be explicit.

Was scrolling for her but no such luck, she wasnt in yet.

Suddenly, a pop up appeared outta no where and it was her.

uh... she was appearing offline.

I clicked on Zac n asked her to flip the orbituries to c if there was anyone familiar.

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After all that *&*&%^#@

turns out she needed me to help her with a letter.

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ok and thats the end of my silly day.

not a gd time

For some explicit reasons, the people at Telstra finally came to the realisation that these 3 adamant souls weren't going to pay their broadband bills and it'll be a wise move for them to cut the bloody line, albiet the englightenment did arrive a tad delayed in their retarded system which is totally comprehensible.

ANYWAY. I just hope telstra wud remove the damn code securing our bigpond a/c ASAP so we can go ahead with the new ISP that we've signed up with since donkey months. But something at the back of my sane head is whispering the possibilities that they might make us pay up watever balance we owe before releasing us from their SO SO evil clutches so.

Thank God im going away during this dreaded period (and i dont mean easter) so hopefully by the time i return from the bay, thing's'll be up n runnin by then.

Something terrible happened last nite. While on the way home after a day of retail binge, i felt that something was amiss. Something was physically not right and a part of me was missing. I felt my right index being rather bare and as i instinctively tired to seek comfort in assuring that the metal object was still in its place, i realised in petrification that it was NOT. No ring on where it ought to have a ring.

I've conveniently dropped my tiffy wire mash somewhere.

I frantically send out a sms to the BF (been sending lotsa franctic msgs recently credits to the nerves) and wailed about the loss. He asked if we've got a tiffy here and told me to just go n get a new one, almost matter-of-factly, if not in a dismissing tone.

Sometimes i dunno whether to be awed by his generousity, or be appalled by his lack of empathy.

Adios amigos.




*heartache*

spouts at midnite

Earlier on in the night, the connection at home went a lil cranky and i was unable to get online. That deprivation, topped with the repercussions of a sleeping disorder, literally paved the way into unleashing the crazy self i've tried so hard to contain over the past couple of days, with credits no less going to the CURSED INSOMNIA which's been plaguing me!!!

So the point is, after sending a couple of frantic msgs, i called a friend and we chatted. I must say while he TRIED his best to soothe and calm my frantic nerves, i did manage to catch him letting out a couple of chuckles upon hearing my wrecked statements. Anyhow in goodwill, he told me to refer to a prayer he sent over the other day when i told him about my slpg disorder. It was something about getting God to take away my troubles while i sleep because The Almighty watches us while we sleep so theres no need for the both of us to stay awake.

Geddit?

Anyhow, i replied in despair:

"i cant access my prayers. They're protected in gd hands within the the secured realms of Gmail"

To which he burst out laffin, again.

URGG.

Anyway the connection's fine now, as u can already figure so im gg to bed.

and hugh does it again...

Caught the movie a couple of weeks back and i couldnt resist.

POP! goes my heart



Don't write me off (just yet)



and the oh so addictive - way back into love



The director of the last video also added in a couple of quotes from the movie which saw me burstin into laughter upon recounting the exchange of words btwn the 2 leads.
Def one of the better chick-lit flicks i've caught in recent times although i suspect it was the smart exchange of dry-witted English humour that did the trick for me.

Otherwise, it must be Hugh Grant la.

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Edit:/ I managed to find the demo version - performed by Drew instead of Hayley Bennet and in it is an entire segment of the movie. So feast cha eyes if u havent caught it yet.



Cheers