Friday, June 24, 2005

Have you noticed how, after some time of not shitting, the initial stuff which you expel from your ass is hard (and dark in colour), while the later stuff is soft (and light in colour)? It is, you know. This is why it's been rough on my ass of late. Yes, I've been lightly blending together an assortment of fruits everyday (apples, oranges, starfruits, bananas) to help. And it's been helping. Really helping, what with all the fibre I've been steadily consuming. Yesterday though, I nearly died. Took too much coffee cause I had to prep for that presentation and THEN the price came: The Agony in the Toilet. Jesus Christ, I couldn't walk right for about fifteen minutes. If you want to know how it feels, try jamming a broomstick up your ass without any form of lubrication beforehand. There's still a dull ache in my ass today. Ow.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Random thought: If I die now, I wouldn't have to conduct the training class.

Thought review: A little bit too extreme to get out of a little trouble, isn't it?

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Monday, June 13, 2005

I'm right now having this scary day at work and all I can think is: Wouldn't it be cool if I could throw fireballs from my hands? And I don't mean slow-moving fireballs which take some time to regenerate after a few throws. I'm talking rapid-fire insta-hurling fireballing action. Picture those machines which shoot out tennis balls at you on full-auto mode with unlimited ballmunition. Yeah, that's what I want. Rapidfire fireballing action.

Oh man, it's only Monday and already I'm cracking. It's ONLY Monday. I can't believe it. *crack*

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Linking Net group set abuzz by nude blogger with Sarong Party Girl [SuicideGirls].

THE local blogging community is buzzing after a girl posted nude pictures of herself on the Internet.

Writing under the moniker Sarong Party Girl, her weblog chronicles her life and numerous sexual escapades.

But though she is posing nude, most lawyers said that she is probably not breaking any obscenity laws.

And here we are with a quote from the conservatives:

But others like Ng Heng Ghee, a 33-year-old IT technician and father of two, thought otherwise.

"What she has done reflects badly on her parents."

Spoken like a true father of two. Given the chance though, I bet he would do her the sex too.

Personally, if I'm abuzz, I'm just wondering how news like that even got into the papers. There's a little box on the front page of my The Star about it! Although the liberal part of me shakes his head in disgust at this waste of space, the asshole in me is quite happy that we're covering sordid regional news. Not really all that juicy, but good enough to start off the Sunday morning.
[DONE] Doom 3 + Resurrection of Evil

Thursday, June 02, 2005

1300mg of Milidon in me and THEN the headache starts abating. Hello all, please say hi again to the Headache ( currently measuring 6.8 on the Richter scale ). I'm wondering if this is due to all the negativity I've been feeling of late. I managed to flip my feelings last night, but I feel that I still have much to learn about managing my emotions. Sometimes they get loose, and life starts *looking* as if it's falling apart. Imagine you're standing in a pleasant white room. Suddenly the paint starts peeling off from the ceiling, revealing a dull grey background. That would be scary, yes? That's what I go through sometimes.

And then I flip that bitch around and it's time for war again. And then I go to sleep, wake up and feel shitty all over. Doesn't help that it hurts like the devil to expel those gigantic black turds from my body. No sirree, they're insisting on staying, even if it gives me hell. Aw crap, another pointless rant about shit. I have SO progressed with my blog.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

I've gotta admit, I've been in a funk lately. My demons somehow decided that it was that time of the year to torment me again, so here they are. Making with the torment. Is it the lack of sleep? The newfound aggression birthed by too much Doom 3? Or am I truly weak and puny, a has-been who should just up and disappear. World's a big place. A man could disappear anywhere. Should.

Oh WELL. My career has always made for depressing talk. Personally, I don't know where I fit in. Programmer? Consultant? Destroyer of worlds? There's that line where nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it, but I find the focusing of such energies to be beyond my grasp. It makes you wonder how other people do it. Those *driven* bastards who forge forward no matter what the cost. Kinda like a bulldog who won't stop biting your leg. Or a soldier who keeps coming at you no matter how many bayonets you stick up his ass. Now that's determination.

Sadly, not everyone can be such powerhouses of will. It's different when you're forced to do it. I doubt many pregnant women just give up during labour and go, "Hey doc, you know what? To hell with this push-it push-it some more thingy you're trying to get me to do. Get me a shot of vodka and let's try this again next Wednesday." That may be determination, but it's more of the "get out of me now you little shit so that I can look thin and pretty again" brand of determination.

When you're *not* forced to do it... ah. It's like exams all over again. You know the paper's next Monday. You know you haven't read anything about it yet. You know you really really need to start studying now if you want to just barely pass. But you know what? Fifteen minutes into reading and you're so falling asleep that you soon find yourself back at your computer, exterminating the hordes of hell in Doom 2.

Yes, those were the merry old days. Apparently, those were these days for me too, albeit the task and the distraction are no longer the same. That's what differentiates us normal people and the successful ones. Force of will. Discipline of mind. Rare qualities, both of them.