king-sized withdrawal symptoms

I am having severe withdrawal symptoms for this huge, wonderful, firm king-sized bed ):

noooooooooooooooo

plop

bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
got one guy also
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
a lot of times at assembly
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
he faint
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
damn funny
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
the fella quite fat also
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
he faint
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
PLOP
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:13 AM):
fucking hilarious
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:14 AM):
the fella got weird ears also
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:14 AM):
like folded in
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:15 AM):
his class line up on the ground floor, mine on the 4th storey, so when he faint i got a nice view
bameister. The Amazing Adventures of Bameister and Nic Jager! says (2:15 AM):
hahahaha

derob

I'm so bored now, and as usual my mind thinks too much.

Things are just so trivial, aren't they?
Yet, insignificant as they are, they never cease to make an impact, do they?

Don't answer rhetorical questions.


I'm so bored I could die. I hate being at home. or do I hate being alone? or lonely?


I had a dream a couple of nights ago and it makes me think I'm not doing quite as well as I thought I was.

Kaka

sexy Armani model! his shots from Fall 2006 are phworrrr. then again he always is! he looks good on the soccer field with his shorts (oooo) and as a model he is soooo babble babble blah blah babbleee

I am such a fangirl.

Random grumble.

You know, I hate it when I say I don't like something, and someone else goes "oh but its so nice!!"

For instance, seafood. I don't like seafood. I don't at all. I probably eat like salmon and tuna once in a blue moon and that's about it.

However, when I refuse some seafood (be it fish, prawns, scallops etc) because I don't like it, someone is bound to say "Oh, but it's delicious! Why don't you like it! It's yummy! It's prepared in a special way!" Then give me a stare like I'm some sort of freak.

Yes it may be delicious I'm sure it is. But I just don't like it! Same goes for.. I don't know. Anything else I guess. Colours, food, music genres, blah blah blah.

I don't know where this rant is going or where it came from it just popped into my head as something that rather ticks me off.

I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.

new old school

Motley Crue have a new album
Def Leppard have a new album (and its not bad!)
Judas Priest have a new album
Ratt is releasing a new one soon

I smell a revival. Or they just all need the money.


by the way in view of Russia defeating Holland (sdkljfdkjfdjk!!!) a couple of days ago, I am boycotting vodka for a month. Take that, Russians!

they owe me 50$ but well.
angry. lets call Holland and complain!

sheeit

WHY did you have to lose to Russia?? Russia?!!

I feel so

R E S T L E S S

I got my hair cut shorter today. Thing is, I think I still look the same.

you know,

there are so many things I'd like to share with you, about my day, my school work and how it stresses me (or not), about my upcoming internship, about stupid things that might have happened at work or at home, silly things my dog did, the euro cup and how I made a bet with a bookie through a friend's friend on Holland (shit they better win by one or two goals!)... about my life in general.
and I want to hear about yours too.

except, well,

Pinky-swear promised Mun that the first time I smoke shisha will be with her.

And you thought air guitar-ing was bad enough.

2005

These were the three people who made secondary school bearable for me.
I still remember when we took these; we'd cut mass-study-session in the school hall and hid in the classroom til the coast was clear. Then we used the timer on my camera and ran back into class before anyone saw us.

bo red

i am so goddamn bored. so fucking goddamn bored. somebody call me and ask me to go out NOW. i will i swear. rawr!!!!


kaninabuchaocheebyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

there are a million gazillion movies to watch in my hard disk and a myriad of other things to do and i have no mood to do anything. blergh.

I'm home on a Saturday night.

Can you spell l-o-s-e-r?


Reading the paper today, I realise I want to die so everyone will say nice things about me.

What It Takes

There goes my old girlfriend
There's another diamond ring
And a all those late night promises
I guess they don't mean a thing
So baby, what's the story
Did you find another man
Is it easy to sleep in the bed that we made
When you don't look back I guess
The feelings start to fade away
I used to feel your fire
But now it's cold inside
And you're back on the street
Like you didn't miss a beat, yeah

Tell me what it takes to let you go
Tell me how the pain's supposed to go
Tell me how it is that you can sleep
In the night, without thinkin' you lost
Everything that was good in your life
To the toss of the dice
Tell me what it takes to let you go

Girl, before I met you, I was F.I.N.E - fine
But your love made me a prisoner
Yeah, my heart's been doing time
You spent me up like money
Then you hung me out to dry
It was easy to keep all your lies in disguise
'Cause you had me in deep
With the devil in your eyes

(Chorus)

Tell me that you're happy that you're on your own
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me that it's better when you're all alone
Tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch
Tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much
Tell me you ain't dying
When you're cryin' for me

(Chorus)

Tell me who's to blame for thinkin' twice
'Cause i don't wanna burn in Paradise
Oh, let it go, let it go...

I don't wanna burn....

Lately my mind has been working overtime - a deviation from my normal random musings because lately, I've actually got something important to think about.
Sometimes, I think I can put everything behind me and move on.
Sometimes, I even believe it.
Yet there are times, sparked off by maybe a memory, or an action, or even some upcoming event, and I doubt myself again.
I wonder if you even feel all this too. I guess I'll never know.
Have you ever had the feeling where you put something behind you and you feel okay-set-ready-go, able to move on, continue with life as you know will eventually have to happen, but then everything comes crashing down and you want to just bury your head under your pillow and wait for time to rewind - even though you know it won't?
I've been on an emotional roller-coaster lately, though only when I'm alone does it grab me and forcibly take me on a turbulent ride.

Harley Davidson 2008 FLSTSB Cross Bones

I have found a new bike to lust after! ha ha. Part of Harley's Dark Custom line, this just became one of my favourite Harleys together with the Rocker and the Night Train. The Cross Bones is cooool cause it's so retro looking! Wow wow wow.

Base price: USD$16,795
Powertrain: Rigid-mount; fuel-injected; air-cooled; twin-cam 96B; push-rod-
operated overhead valves with hydraulic, self-adjusting lifters; two valves per cylinder; six-speed cruise drive.
Displacement: 96 cubic inches, or 1,584 cc
Maximum torque: 87.9 pound-feet at 2,750 rpm
Seat height: 30.2 inches (unladen)
Dry weight: 700 pounds
Claimed fuel economy: 35 mpg city, 54 mpg highway


More info here, here and more pictures! here

Virtual haircutttttttttttttttttttt wow

1. Plug in your earphones
2. Put them in your ears
3. Close your eyes
4. Listen to this

random thoughts galore

I was just thinking while at work yesterday - as I am wont do do with this job - many people whom I know have families falling apart due to deaths, divorce, arguments. Small petty things that amount to a lot, big things that hit hard and fast.
It made me think back to 2000, when we'd come back from Melbourne because of family problems - namely, one Anne Goh - home wrecker extraordinaire. Only a few people know the full story complete with details and colours but something I've noticed is the template is basically all the same.
One parent frolics around, the other one objects (naturally), arguments and fights ensure, children are affected and nothing is very much the same again.
I remember back then, my mother and I used to sit in my father's room and wait as the night got later and later and he never came back. I remember how there were two camps in the house: him, and us. I remember the shouting, the fights, the screaming and crying, from everyone. And then subsequently, he left.
Eight years on I can say while I don't condone anything that was done, over time I've slowly grown to accept it. As blasé as it sounds now, I can even laugh and joke about it - to some extent.
For what can we do really? If we let it eat away at us, continually fretting over it and letting it taint our lives, we will never be a happy (or happier) person, there will be a constant chip on our shoulders. Given time, all wounds do heal, even though it might presently seem impossible.

Q: have you seen a mullet with a mullet?

A: no cause fish don't have hair.



Look it's twice the length of my size 6 slipper!