Ramblings of a Convicted Half-wit

An online journal that (b)logs the incessant insignificants that pass through sq's gray matter every day. Pick up the pieces and make out the puzzle.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Dear diary,

God. Wasted another 2 days languishing in bed. Recovered from another bout of a mysterious fever attack. Not even so sure how it happened. Doctor said it could be dengue cause it hit 40 d overnight, but I doubt it; it's 2 days and I'm feeling quite fine, save for the heady feeling you get when you lie in bed too much.

Another bad news: The team I was rooting for got booted out by a less-than-deserving. Yes I did say that I don't fancy football all that much, but it's always fun -and sometimes convenient- to just pick a team and see how it goes. How awkward would it be for me to walk into a pub one evening and have a person ask me who I was rooting for. If I replied an honest "Sorry, I don't watch soccer nor the whatever millionth World Cup.", I think I'd be sent packing in diapers and a bib to stop the nosebleed.

So if anyone asked, I support Germany and Spain. And for that matter, I am not a neo-nazi or a bull-hater or part of any group whose remotest presence would stir up a lynch-mob.

And France didn't deserve to win. Heck, they didn't even invent the french fries.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Dear diary,

Aching all over. My thighs feel like they will snap anytime, another signal for me to start working on my legs and endurance. Still, it was plenty of fun, and I'm sure being a superhero has always been everyone's secret wish since the first time they received that Ultraman toy for Christmas as a kid. I'm proud to say I lived out that dream -albeit for only a week- and can now die with one less regret.

I used to think the kick you receive from being a superhero is about being revered and adored, and of course invulnerability, ability to fly and pretty much be able to do anything you want. But after donning the suit and getting it going for the kids, I realised it's much simpler than that. The ability to make a child's day just by prancing around on stage, to convey to them at such a tender age that good triumphs over evil; those are simpler and much more gratifying remunerations by any standards.

I would be lying if I said the money was not important, and yet I think in the big scheme of things, money is as weightless as air and as slippery as sand in your hands; but this simple feeling, it is one to keep, and takes us one step closer to finding out what life really is about.

That's the one true superpower we all have within us.

Anyone can be a superhero.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Ok, I couldn't help it, and you can buy 4D for all you want, but here's my 2nd and almost immediate post of the day. Hope you don't mind me ripping this off your site drea. :)

1) How old do you wish you were?
Old enough to spend my first million without arithitis.

2) Where were you when 9/11 happened?
Forgot. I didn't even really catch the footage. I don't remember people worshipping the days when millions of starving children die of diarrhoea every year.

3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
Kick it and if that doesn't work I'll kick the person who's in charge of it.

4) Do you consider yourself kind?
To myself? Yes. To loved ones? Quite possibly. To enemies? Perhaps too much.

5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
The upper back. Looks pretty cool. Though my mom would kill me before the pain does.

6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
Spanish. It's like French on viagra.

7) Do you know your neighbors?
I have neighbors?

8) What do you consider a vacation?
Anywhere with the raw smell of untouched nature. A rooftop jacuzzi and a soulmate would be nice.

9) Do you follow your horoscope?
No, although I know what it represents, at least most of its positive aspects.

10) Would you move for the person you loved?
I would. But there are so many considerations really.

11) Are you touchy feely?
I hope so. Nothing is more therapeutic than the touch of human skin. Or writing, for that matter.

12) Do you believe that opposites attract?
I believe I do. Females and males are just two complete different species, no matter how similar and mentally aligned they claim themselves to be.

13) Dream job?
Famous writer, journalist, Casanova.

14) Favorite channel(s)?
HBO, Nicklodeon, Discovery Channel.

15) Favorite place to go on weekends?
Anywhere where the warmth/love is.

16) Showers or Baths?
Showers.

17) Do you paint your nails?
Do you dig your nose in public?

18) Do you trust people easily?
I believe that people have no reason to lie on casual things. And I usually talk about casual things.

19) What are your phobias?
Cockroaches. Heights. Dying without finding a soulmate.

20) Do you want kids?
As much as any self-respecting traditional Chinese male would.

21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?
No. If I can be too lazy to type, I will be too lazy to write.

22) Where would you rather be right now?
In bed. With or without company.

23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?
Friends and family.

24) Heavy or light sleeper?
I would've slept through world war 3.

25) Are you paranoid?
No. I don't think that much, if I ever think at all.

26) Are you impatient?
A slacker? Is this a joke?

27) Who can you relate to?
Myself, because I think of myself as uniquely me.

28) How do you feel about interracial couples?
Splendid, as long as they are both of the human race.

29) Have you been burned by love?
Toasted to crisp and flipped onto the side to grill.

30) What's your favorite pick-up line?
I ain't got no favourites cuz I ain't got one.

31) What's your main ring tone on your mobile?
Samsung ringtone. I think I would need a licence to be able to describe the sound in words. Or a brain scan.

32) What were you doing at midnight last night?
Playing computer games.

33) What did the last text on your cellphone say?
Too lazy to find my phone.

34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
Mine. Lucky me.

35) What color shirt are you wearing?
Not wearing one now. Kinky.

36) Most recent movie you watched?
She's the Man. Quite funny shit.

37) Name three things you have on you at all times?
Myself, my personality and my underwear.

38) What color are your bed sheets?
It varies. Why would anyone wanna know?

39) How much cash do you have on you right now?
I'm guessing fifteen, the last time I checked.

40) What is your favorite part of the chicken?
Drumstick.

41) What's your favorite town/city?
Singapore. The most convenient place on the planet.

42) I can't wait till:
My next gym session. Call me shortsighted.

43) Who got you to join Blogger?
Me, but only after I persuaded drea to join. You can only have that much courage. Btw, I do not neglect my blog, merely giving it more personal space to grow.

44) What did you have for dinner last night?
Long John Silver's combo 2.

45) How tall are you barefoot?
1.86m. Neh-ni-neh-ni-poo-poo.

47) Do you own a gun?
Depends on what kinda gun you're talking about. :3

48) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Plain filtered charcoal-processed water.

49) What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
It's still a secret to me till I figure out what it is and how it works.

56) Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
Logging on to match.com twenty times a day.

57) Last thing you ate?
Ban mian.

58) What songs do you sing in the shower?
I don't sing in the shower. It turns the water cold. As with my jokes.

59) Last thing that made you laugh?
A joke about curry spilling.

60) Worst injury you've ever had?
Concussion to the head. But that'll be something I can brag to my grandchildren about.

61) Does someone have a crush on you?
I wish. I'm easily contactable by all means and free from now till the day I die in case you're reading.

62) What's your favorite candy?
Wether's Original. Although I'm not sure if I spelt that right.

63) What song do you want played at your funeral?
Don't Worry Baby by The Beachboys or What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Dear diary,

My laptop's not back from IBM yet and there's no news from them to even suggest that it would be safely returned to my warm embrace. It's official, IBM has nicked my laptop and sold its parts to the factories in India and China and I'll be forced to purchase a new laptop -probably containing the same contraband parts- in the form of expensive parallel imports from the same countries.

Or at least that is my stand until they put some beef into repairing their shoddy products.

It's confirmed that I'll be volunteering for the IMF conference held in September. And this isn't just because I had signed up for it and it is unwise to back out from a major event that has full government support.

When I went for training today, useless as it may be, it simply affirmed my interest and commitment because it made me realise how much I could gain from my participation in this event, one of course being the pretty little things I can then quote in my resume, but I believe it was really a once-in-a-lifetime (if that phrase wasn't beaten to death already) experience and the little circle of influence you have as a venue assistant, how it could ripple to global proportions.

One Out of Infinity Possible Chain of Events Breakdown:

1. Smile from me.
2. Endorphins released in delegate.
3. Happy delegate goes to conference.
4. Conference entails a dishevelled and weary minister from one of the African countries presenting a plea for more aid to a panel.
5. Panel includes the happy delegate.
6. African kid gets turkey and bottled Evian for dinner.

Tadaaaa.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Dear diary,

Had a run of bad luck this week, what with my laptop fried for no apparent reason and me being taken ill, it's no wonder why I'm not too hyped up about the on-going world cup. This is of course, coupled with me not able to appreciate of the nuances of grown men kicking a very small ball across a very big field.

Still, life goes on, the laptop's probably coming back tomorrow and I've more than sufficiently recovered from the fever, although I'm still quite edgy over the yet unknown fate of my harddisk, because I've added pretty neat paragraphs to my story and hadn't the chance to back them up yet. I could rewrite it, and the difference wouldn't be that great, but I believe the stroke of geniuses only happen to me by the slightest of coincidences and would quite unlikely occur any time soon in the near future.

Those, unfortunately, are not my only sources of irritation. Es' back since yesterday and I hadn't been able to pick him up at the airport. I hadn't seen him for God knows how long and it's just plain distressing that I should delay our meeting any longer. I've also been sleeping way too much -I sleep alot when I'm ill- and it's not healthy, I should know because they leave me with one helluva headache and I get all these weird dreams like I'm in psychedelia, although I didn't get to enjoy any of the elevation and irrational exuberance associated with it.

Hopefully I'll be well enough tomorrow so I wouldn't have to skip my gym session. What can be more gratifying to the superficial than to see your puny limbs turn slightly less flaccid and a little bit more swollen than the bee-sting you got last summer?

Stupid headache.