Sunday, November 28, 2010
This is Why I Don't Watch Soaps: 23 Years of "The Bold and The Beautiful" in 7 Minutes
Survived a Plane Crash and Saved by a Morrocan King??? We all wish, don't we...
Great Thanksgiving News!
My very own contributor, scaramouche, has now opened a new blog for herself!!! Let's all rejoice with the good news and be saddened that I "lost" one of my many talented (but useless) "regular writers" here...
Seriously you guys, all of you are even worse than me, as I required 1 post per month, I should've deleted you guys ... 3 months ago... Well, don't be surprised if I'm deleting all of you now coz you've just been terminated!!! HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!
*I don't have to delete myself as I'm the boss of this blog*
sorry for the lack of warning, it was just at a whim's notice that I decided to do it. I'll probably regret it later. Sorry dear friends, don't hate me, hate the game.
But seriously back to scaramouche, the blog is wonderful, articulate, and funny; like all her posts before. Visit it at http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com
Definitely entertaining and I give 2 thumbs up!
In case you couldn't see the link above...
http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com/
http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com/
http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com/
I say you should click it right about now...
Seriously you guys, all of you are even worse than me, as I required 1 post per month, I should've deleted you guys ... 3 months ago... Well, don't be surprised if I'm deleting all of you now coz you've just been terminated!!! HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!
*I don't have to delete myself as I'm the boss of this blog*
sorry for the lack of warning, it was just at a whim's notice that I decided to do it. I'll probably regret it later. Sorry dear friends, don't hate me, hate the game.
But seriously back to scaramouche, the blog is wonderful, articulate, and funny; like all her posts before. Visit it at http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com
Definitely entertaining and I give 2 thumbs up!
In case you couldn't see the link above...
http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com/
http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com/
http://curmudgeonnotes.blogspot.com/
I say you should click it right about now...
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Hormones Instability
I am not sure what is up with me these couple of days... but for a minute I can feel like
"whatever"
"why is she following me so closely?"
"erm... should i tell her to not invade my private bubble of space?"
"CAUSE YOU'RE AMAZING, JUST THE WAY YOU AAAARE (Bruno Mars on iPod)"
"ooooh, this dress is pretty!"
"ok lady is following me, STILL!"
At this point, I decided that maybe if I name-dropped the owner's name she'll back off a bit (more like backfired on my face).
So I was like "is (name-drop) here today?"
She's like NO
Me: (whispering to myself) coz she's an old friend of mine from high school... i don't need to justify myself...
On My Mind:
"does this lady really thinks i'm gonna just grab a dress and run off the store?"
"yes she does..."
"why is no one rescuing me"
"..............i am ashamed of myself"
And I felt defeated... Thanks, random store lady "helper", you have just made me feel worthless. It was like a black hole appeared next to the sun and vacuumed that shit up. So I marched to the bookstore next and was like sulky and meh... I was just browsing aimlessly and just touching random design books, wishing that I wish I could have a room that beautiful. And realizing I probably never can (serious spiral of depression).
Till I found a book about crocheting THIS!
HOW CUUUUUUUUUUTEE!
Now I was all like: I'M GONNA BUY THIS BOOK AND MAKE THESE THINGS! THEY ARE SO CUTE AND ADORABLE! IT SAYS HERE THAT IT'S EASY PEASY! Yes, this will be easy! I'M GONNA BE TERMINATOR AWESOME IF I CAN ACCOMPLISH THIS!
Hence, once again, the sun mode is back on. And I don't know how to crochet, but I'm still determined to do this once I'm back in NY......... OR I CAN START TOMORROW!
So I was home, and just doing my stuff of boredom. Internet, book, movies, tv, phone, etc... Then I called a friend of mine, and I mistakenly thought that my friend hung up on me. WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK! THAT BITCH BETTER HAVE NOT HUNG UP ON ME OR I'M GONNA GO GODZILLA ON YOUR ASS! I was in serious rage. More like SERIOUS RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWRRR!!!!!!!!! LIKE IF I SEE A SONY CAMERA I WILL TAKE IT FROM THE OWNER AND HULK-SMASH IT TO A PULP kinda rage!
Without hesitation, I called my friend back and in my calmest possible voice asked:
"WHY DID YOU HANG UP ON ME?!?!?!?!?!"
friend: huh?
"WHY. DID. YOU. HANG. UP. ON. ME. !!!!!!!!!!!!!"
friend: (still confused as the line actually dropped) what?
"I. DON'T. APPRECIATE. IT. IF. YOU. DO. THAT. TO. ME!!!!!
friend: I didn't hang up on you.
"LIIIIEEEEEEESSSS!!!!!!!!!"
friend: really. I didn't.
"......................... I'M STILL ANGRY ANYWAYS"
more like ashamed of myself... Going to spend the next day in complete hiding mode and reflect on my behavior today.
Sometimes, when its closing to "that time of the month" my mood becomes a bit erratic, but this is crazier than usual. I mean... come on... really...
So, I'm sorry dear friend for that unfortunate phone call. Even editing this post is giving me a headache.
"I'M THE SUN AND I'M THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE! I'M SUPER AWESOME AND I CAN DO ANYTHIIIIIIING IN THE WORLD!!!"
to
"I HATE MY LIFE WHY IS EVERYONE SO STUPID"
to
"WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME YOU STUPIDPUNKFACEASSWIPE?"
For example I started out today like I was really the fucking sun. I CAN DO ANYTHING AND NOBODY IS GONNA STOP ME (aka going to the mall alone).
WOW THIS MALL CHANGED!
WHAT'S THAT? A NEW SUPERMARKET?
AWESOME!
So that was how I felt for like the beginning part of my mall journey. Then I remembered an old high school friend of mine apparently opened up a high-end fashion boutique in THIS particular mall! I was like, I'M GONNA CHECK IT OUT!
Let me just clarify that I was wearing my 4 days old t-shirt, jeans, flip flops, and my work bag. All of this while I have unwashed hair, glasses, and massive noise-cancelling headphones with my bedazzled iPod. Since this is Indonesia and people are always so friendly, they're not gonna really judge me on my appearance as much. I. WAS. WRONG.
The store had a security guard that is more like a bouncer I guess, but I PASSED that first phase! HAH! So a store lady greeted me hello with a smile, then after one quick look to what I was really looking like, she was like giving me a "why are you in this store" glare.
what I looked like in her eyes (minus the two dogs)
This was really the moment that I went from BEING THE MOTHERFUCKING SUN to spiral of depression. What went through my mind:
"maybe I should have worn something better" "whatever"
"why is she following me so closely?"
"erm... should i tell her to not invade my private bubble of space?"
"CAUSE YOU'RE AMAZING, JUST THE WAY YOU AAAARE (Bruno Mars on iPod)"
"ooooh, this dress is pretty!"
"ok lady is following me, STILL!"
At this point, I decided that maybe if I name-dropped the owner's name she'll back off a bit (more like backfired on my face).
So I was like "is (name-drop) here today?"
She's like NO
Me: (whispering to myself) coz she's an old friend of mine from high school... i don't need to justify myself...
On My Mind:
"does this lady really thinks i'm gonna just grab a dress and run off the store?"
"yes she does..."
"why is no one rescuing me"
"..............i am ashamed of myself"
And I felt defeated... Thanks, random store lady "helper", you have just made me feel worthless. It was like a black hole appeared next to the sun and vacuumed that shit up. So I marched to the bookstore next and was like sulky and meh... I was just browsing aimlessly and just touching random design books, wishing that I wish I could have a room that beautiful. And realizing I probably never can (serious spiral of depression).
Till I found a book about crocheting THIS!
HOW CUUUUUUUUUUTEE!
Now I was all like: I'M GONNA BUY THIS BOOK AND MAKE THESE THINGS! THEY ARE SO CUTE AND ADORABLE! IT SAYS HERE THAT IT'S EASY PEASY! Yes, this will be easy! I'M GONNA BE TERMINATOR AWESOME IF I CAN ACCOMPLISH THIS!
Hence, once again, the sun mode is back on. And I don't know how to crochet, but I'm still determined to do this once I'm back in NY......... OR I CAN START TOMORROW!
So I was home, and just doing my stuff of boredom. Internet, book, movies, tv, phone, etc... Then I called a friend of mine, and I mistakenly thought that my friend hung up on me. WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK! THAT BITCH BETTER HAVE NOT HUNG UP ON ME OR I'M GONNA GO GODZILLA ON YOUR ASS! I was in serious rage. More like SERIOUS RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWRRR!!!!!!!!! LIKE IF I SEE A SONY CAMERA I WILL TAKE IT FROM THE OWNER AND HULK-SMASH IT TO A PULP kinda rage!
Without hesitation, I called my friend back and in my calmest possible voice asked:
"WHY DID YOU HANG UP ON ME?!?!?!?!?!"
friend: huh?
"WHY. DID. YOU. HANG. UP. ON. ME. !!!!!!!!!!!!!"
friend: (still confused as the line actually dropped) what?
"I. DON'T. APPRECIATE. IT. IF. YOU. DO. THAT. TO. ME!!!!!
friend: I didn't hang up on you.
"LIIIIEEEEEEESSSS!!!!!!!!!"
friend: really. I didn't.
"......................... I'M STILL ANGRY ANYWAYS"
more like ashamed of myself... Going to spend the next day in complete hiding mode and reflect on my behavior today.
Sometimes, when its closing to "that time of the month" my mood becomes a bit erratic, but this is crazier than usual. I mean... come on... really...
So, I'm sorry dear friend for that unfortunate phone call. Even editing this post is giving me a headache.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
NARWHALS!
Narwhals:
Are AWESOME
ITS AN UNDERWATER UNICORN!
They're just swimming in the ocean, causing a commotion
This was stuck in my head for a good week. Enjoy everyone, while I'm on a blogging "streak."
Are AWESOME
ITS AN UNDERWATER UNICORN!
They're just swimming in the ocean, causing a commotion
This was stuck in my head for a good week. Enjoy everyone, while I'm on a blogging "streak."
Ennui Becomes Me
I am currently back in my homeland of Indonesia and after spending a wonderful three days of my wonderful cousin, Stephanie's wedding EXTRAVAGANZA, I have contracted a mutant super Asian influenza virus. *not because Asian viruses are better (or worst?), but my cousin (a super reliable source) told me that because doctors give antibiotics here like candy, ergo mutated stronger viruses bacteria as one commenter kindly corrected me.
Any fucking way, with the combination of jet-lag, superman flu virus (bacteria?), and my stubborness to take antibiotics, I have failed to recover in the usual 5 day grace period. Instead of feeling better, I've been coughing literary all my phlegm out and my chest hurts because of it. Because of this, I have missed a couple of AWESOME opportunities here in Jakarta. Let's not even start with how I'm not able to attend the Temper Trap concert.... Yes, my fault... I get it...
I am now bored out of my fucking mind as usual. OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND PEOPLE! I've been watching more crap TV than ever (Gary Unmarried, Royal Pains, America's Next Top Model season 1million, anything on AXN, Star World, Star Movies) Do you know how annoying it is when you're trying to sleep and "NANANANANANA NANANANANANANANANANA DO YOU WANNA BE ON TOP? (echo "do you wanna be on top") is stuck in your mind?
Very annoying.
Since I always feel more productive when I'm writing on this blog, and its probably the only thing that I do when I'm in Jakarta, I shall write this extra long post for you all. As a couple of minutes ago, I saw a picture that inspired me to blog again (temporarily):
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!! Vladimir Putin was gifted this dog for signing a gas transit pipeline agreement with Bulgaria (future traders and commodities people, take note about gift-giving).
This photo reminded me on how my sister detests Vladimir Putin, she once wrote us a mega-essay (for fun) about how deplorable this man is (to be exact "THE ANTI-CHRIST) and sent it to my father, mother, and me......... I wasn't so sure what to do with the information to be exact... it was a hilarious read, because I was probably drunk when I read it.
Anyhoo, I found a treasure of Vladimir Putin photographs in the interwebs... let's start with this
I also blame the volcanic ashes
I am now bored out of my fucking mind as usual. OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND PEOPLE! I've been watching more crap TV than ever (Gary Unmarried, Royal Pains, America's Next Top Model season 1million, anything on AXN, Star World, Star Movies) Do you know how annoying it is when you're trying to sleep and "NANANANANANA NANANANANANANANANANA DO YOU WANNA BE ON TOP? (echo "do you wanna be on top") is stuck in your mind?
Very annoying.
Since I always feel more productive when I'm writing on this blog, and its probably the only thing that I do when I'm in Jakarta, I shall write this extra long post for you all. As a couple of minutes ago, I saw a picture that inspired me to blog again (temporarily):
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!! Vladimir Putin was gifted this dog for signing a gas transit pipeline agreement with Bulgaria (future traders and commodities people, take note about gift-giving).
This photo reminded me on how my sister detests Vladimir Putin, she once wrote us a mega-essay (for fun) about how deplorable this man is (to be exact "THE ANTI-CHRIST) and sent it to my father, mother, and me......... I wasn't so sure what to do with the information to be exact... it was a hilarious read, because I was probably drunk when I read it.
Anyhoo, I found a treasure of Vladimir Putin photographs in the interwebs... let's start with this
I am a 57 year old man (probably actor age) and I can still kick your ass. If not my bodyguards will kick it for me.
See! I CARE ABOUT ANIMALS!
I apparently just shot a humpback whale with this crossbow... but not to kill! but to track them and to promote SCIENCE AND NATURE! You should really click on that link as it has MORE photos of his Macho Man Super MacGuyver Bond stuff.
*image released from the Russian Tourism Council*
Russia is BEYOOTIFUL! My bare chest cures all diseases and boredom!
Wow... Talk about going waaaaay off tangent... Please enjoy this post. I will update soon again when I found another inspiration for blogging.
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