Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
After not too much deliberation, I have decided to take a hiatus of an undetermined length for several reasons:
1. That blogging prevents myself to be fully open with what I share (this might sound a little paradoxical if you look at number...).
2. That one of my goals for this year is to keep a personal journal (like a diary) to develop my intra-personal skills, this which conflicts with the first point because being open with myself does not fix the not being open with others.
3. That not many people come here anyway (other than the various spam programs and the occasional friend worried about me. KUDOS TO YOU~~~).
Sorry for not being dilligent with keeping up with your lives myself. I'll try harder, thanks for everything.
To those who somehow read this, I afraid to say that I have been a very bad friend.
When you don't meet friends conveniently anymore, you sometimes feel weirded by having to take the initiative. It is naturally so much easier to be avoidant and fearful of the encounters you might have a chance of having. Not to mention the various tiny things you try to hide from everyone from fear of being ridiculed, misunderstood or worse, be seen in a strange new light. Somehow you don't even understand yourself, or possibly haven't even chosen a side because, darn, staying on the middle fence is so comfortable.
Introversion suits me, but it will only be time before I hit the bed of thorns and shatter.
I guess I really want to say, I do not mean it. Intentions are but a fleeting reality from true actions.
Reality. Fantasy. An idealist is torn between both.
Help needed.
I likened my failed tiramisu similar to the time I've mistaken salt for sugar.
Will update a longer post when I get the pictures from the other memory card. I hate it when things are updated in non-chronology.
So now, you can only satisfy yourself with this:
Beautiful people.
Beautiful-er people.
You Are a Vanilla Cupcake |
 You are very sweet and mellow. You are easy going and easy to like. You are drawn to those stronger personalities. You get along with powerful people. You are like a cupcake because you appeal to almost every type of person. You are friendly and accepting. You bring out other people's best qualities. |
Even if I am a serial stealer, I don't want to do anything that concerns my belly buttons. Period.
Premise 1: I tun 22 today.
Premise 2: I am sick.
Conclusion: BAHUMBUG. Getting well takes priority.
You Are Eggs |
 Traditional and totally grown up, you truly believe that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You don't skimp on nutrition or quality. You're likely to take the time to make yourself a decent meal each morning. You're a great cook, even if you aren't a showy one. You can make a feast out of simple ingredients. The food you eat may be basic, but you prefer to think of it as classic. |
WOOT WOOT. Notice that I didn't call you BRADA.
1. Genting '08. I seem to have the best batch of photos from there...
2. Don't know why Photobucket twists my photos in thumbnails. Sucks.
I still have all the videos, but they're probably too big to be uploaded...
EDIT 1:
Here are some huge-dildo-looking-inflatable-baseball-bat photos, not my words, mind you.
Brian Whammos Mae.
Sam Saves.
Belle's Face? Bliss.
John emo while the other two fights.
Barbariajenna.
It really almost hit the camera.
Comparison.
The videos are on average 450 MB. I'll spare you the shame and give them to you personally. That's it for this update! Happy birthday again!
P.S.: All these done with night activities withdrawal syndrome. The healthy ones, that is.
It's not my fault for liking short hair when it really makes me look thinner more attractive healthier.
Before.
After.
I spent the whole day cam-whoring to realize than it is darn difficult. Bah-humbug.
You Are the Castle |
 You are a bit of a homebody and even somewhat of a loner. You function best when you're all by yourself. Other people see you as mysterious and even a little scary. They don't understand how deep and complicated you are. You have many layers to your personality, and there is always a surprise waiting around the corner with you. You aren't as scary as you seem, but you are intense. You require people to confront things about themselves that they rather not know. |
Dr. Anasu: How many of you have friends which are racially homogenous?
Me: Hey! That's not fair! It's not like we would come to University on the very first day and point and scream, "Hey! I want that Indian over there!"
Talk about entertainment.
Uncle Sam = Connector
Me = Maven
Schmae = Sales(wo)men
Yea, it is draining my life.
However, it produced a 12.07 minutes documentary of personal orgasmic bliss.
Can't wait to see others, and will load links to the YouTube version of it. Till then.
I have never spent so much emotion in writing an article as I had today.
At the same time, I secretly shot people without shooting them. Being diplomatic is not all that easy.
Hoping for a new fresh start.
Taking a break from my Tribute runs.
I cannot believe it: I gained ~10 kg in ~3 years! And I actually feel think know that I am more physically active now compared to then. I strongly believe that all that gain isn't muscle.
So this is what I did:
Can you see your house in there?
It was supposed to be a random direction run without a fixed path (I've done this before, twice reported in my old blog, but this is the longest). I tried to pass as many friends' houses on the way though. I pancit-ed about a million times in the process, and about halfway I was somewhat delirious. But I'm proud of myself.
Anyone care to join?
EDIT: Oh, and when I got back, HUC called me and said I have a cheque waiting for me next month. Birthday presents are really on the dot.
I did your homework for you: his name is Adrian Nathan Aakre. I agreee with Ping that he brings the Pedo out in you. You know who you are.
I did the Perl's Life Expectancy Calculator previously in my old blog and I was meant to live till 87 years of age.
It is one and a half years since then.
Today I did it again and found out that:
I just knocked of a year by growing older. Darn you rain and cancelled frisbee session!
I decided to jump-start my online social life. Again.
I think I deserve a little encouragement. My second blog, maximalminimality lasted 18 posts longer than paradoxicalmouth.
When I was brainstorming for the name for this new blog, it was not even a challenge.
However, little did I know that there is another idiot on Earth who wants to be known as chaiboy. If you don't believe me click on the link above. Please do not confuse me with the person depicted in that link. I am indeed 22 years of age and male, but I am not homosexual and go by the name of Derek. My new blog is http://chai-boy.blogspot.com with the hyphen/dash included.
Going on with another similar experience, there IS another person who has taken my precious on twitter. Here is the link for your convenience: http://twitter.com/chaiboy. Do not follow him! I still live in Malaysia in the heart of traffic-jammed Pee Jay. EDIT: My twitter username is chaiminhuei.
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Happy CNY!
