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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Time-out..

Guys, i know i've just started this blog. But IF, i said IF.. i choose not to update u this week. I'm sorry. If however, i write happy blogs and they sound lame, please understand that i'm trying very very hard.

I need to clear my mind, think things over. Just when i thought things were gonna be okay.. never knew i could be so wrong.

Monday, April 25, 2005

When the world just seems a lee-tle too small..

--We're all connected. See? Through love. Through loneliness. Through one tiny lamentable lasp of judgement. All of us. In our isolation, we reach out from the darkness. From the alienation of modern life. Just from this connections. I think it's a really profound statement about the nature of human existance.

An excerpt from The L Word (Season 1, Episode 3) when Alice Peters ponders upon the connections we have with each other. You tell me, just how many times have you found out that your boyfriend/girlfriend is the ex of your friend's ex-girlfriend's friend's boyfriend's fcuk buddy's friend's friend? Or that you've all dated the same person. Or that you're actually in the same room as all of your partner's ex-es. *shudders* Bummer, isn't it? I know. 'Nuff said.

What the hell am I doing wrong?





You Will Die at Age 61



61





You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...

And how you'll die as well.



What Age Will You Die?


Isn't 61 like pretty young? *halp!*

The dummy's guide to IT

My computer is down. Crymson is dying here from some bitchass virus named the 'trojan horse'. Sheesh. Talk about glamour.. what a name. But I guess it's called that for a reason. Seemingly unreadable by most anti-virus scans.. it goes unidentified. Like the lurking enemy in the gates of Troy. ARRGHHH!!! I could so scream right now. I CANNOT live a day without crymson and right now.. she's moving so slow, it's as if she has J-Lo's ass. (okay, sorry.. lame one. but like I said in the post below, I was watching 'Shall We Dance'. Damn that ass is big :o)

So I did what any IT dummy like me would do. I tried saving her. Failed miserably. Possibly made her condition worse. THEN, I went to Sunway Pyramid to the computer shops and got meself some help. Or a possible stalker.

I mean, he's nice. He's really helpful. My parents were with me, so.. when he gave me his number to call him whenever I wanted to bring the pc in (to check if he was in), I graciously said thank you. When he asked for mine, to contact me if anything.. I thought, okay. Business. I mean, my usual pc guy in Imbi has my number too. That worked out fine. So, okay.

The moment I got home.. I got a call from the 'pc man'. That's what i renamed him in my phone. He didn't sound all ham-sap-ish and said he just called to ask if we could be friends. He even offered to come pick up my pc from my house and send it back once it's done. Hell, no.. I'm still contemplating if I should eventually send it to him. 50 bucks.. to reformat crymson. He's pretty young, you see.. so he's not that scary. Or sleazy. Don't get me wrong. Just a little over-friendly, over-helpful, over-enthusiastic (if that's a better way to put it). He has my number. Yeah. *Looks down at feet and starts admiring chipped toe nails*

Sunday, April 24, 2005

The in-betweener

I need to blog. I will. Later.

Nana's coming over now to watch 'Shall We Dance' with me. I don't even think it's a good movie.. but shucks.. all for the sake of dancing. I miss dancing... Crumb, Lingam.. u'd know what I'm talking about. I did ballet. And jazz. *looks down and shuts out the peals of laughter* I know. Hard to believe.. Esp during that goth-chick phase I had back in Mayang. I was like.. so 'hardcore'. Hehe.. I still have that in me. But I guess on the outside, I *cough cough* opted for a more feminine approach. But hey, I do kickboxing and rockclimbing ooh-kay. Don't you the mess with me. I tell you ah.. *in the typical ah moi accent*

She's here.. gotta go. I will continue after my movie marathon. Btw, Sin City rawks! Yum.. :p

Currently listening to: Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani. She's so cool man.. haha.

Friday, April 22, 2005

The wet stuff of my dreams..


The amazing Adidas Superstar Model 35 *drools*Posted by Hello

It's just so.. white. GRRRR!!!!

Long live adidas

Ooh-kay.. So maybe I've decided that it was time for a second post. Granted, yes, the site is still a mess.. I don't have a theme, the shoutbox is sitting pathetically in one corner, there're no links, not even a picture of me. And why is that so, you may ask? *sighs heavily* It's taking me a lot of courage and humility to admit to you but yes: I don't know how to. Simple as that. I don't have a single idea what HTML actually stands for, and I can't even load my own picture. My own picture. In my own site. Now tell me, friends, is that just sad or what? I guess that's what happens to you when you spend your semesters blackmailing seniors to finish up your multimedia work. Loved photoshop. Loved illustrator. Just didn't want to touch it. Hey, it looks good when it's done.. I just didn't want to be involved in the making of it. Now, when I see a picture of me with those dreadful eyebags, I wished I had the skills to actually airbrush them off. If only I was smart enough to know that it'd be useful to me one day. Stupid, Lily. Stew-peed.
Conclusion: I'm just gonna do what I do best. Ask for help. So I'm asking.. Feel free to give me pointers. Heck, design me a layout. I definitely don't mind. (I guess some people just never learn *wink*)

Spent a long day in college. Hardly slept a wink all night trying to write up a script for my Screen Production Techniques class. Had to cook one up by 10am and as usual.. I was cramming it all in at the very last minute. Many many ideas. No good ones. Ended up writing a ten-page script about a closet gay. Who has chronic depression. Who enjoys self-induced pain. Who ends up as a statistic in the 'suicide' poll. Cliche cliche cliche. *Looks down* Everyone's script in class either contained homosexuality, drugs, suicide or some deranged psycho, the product of sexual abuse. And lurve. Of course. Mine did. I guess I'm just part of the statistic too. *sighs*

Went for my ambassador duty after class. Screw high heels. Seriously. My heels gave me two huge red blisters on my toes. So not fun. Nothing beats trainers. I love love love my Superstars. Would die without them. Right now, I'm just wishing that I had tons and tons of money so that I could buy meself one of the Adidas Superstar 35th Anniversary shoes. Sweet...

I'm hungry.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Popping the cherry

Oh man.. welcome to the very virginal blog. Yes yes *shakes head*.. I KNOW this blog is a mess. It's hardly even what i'd call a blog but hey, I'm trying okay? I had blogs long time ago but I always kept them private. Never had to please a crowd. *breaks into cold sweat* So just bear with me while i rough it out. First time frenzies.. never easy.

-- From the owner of this piece of virtual-crap. Peace out.