maybe being in touch with people online isn't alway such a good idea...

The world is becoming a smaller place,
though sometimes I wish it were bigger.
Because if you didn't have to see someone's face,
at least you wouldn't have to hear him snigger.

Internal conversations

There are those moments that you can't seem to separate your emotional desire from the reality which is presented before you. Even though you know something is not within your reach and quite possibly, will never be, somehow the heart and head can't seem to agree that which is the truth.

The heart keeps protesting that the brain is lying, yet the brain can do nothing else but tell the heart it's only telling it as it is for its own good. Someday the heart will understand, but for now it can't stop feeling more than just a bit lost and without direction, clinging onto a hope which never existed in the first place. It feels a little bitter about how it turned out, but mostly it just wishes things could have been different.

The brain understands how the heart feels, yet can offer nothing more than small words of comfort, that it isn't as bad as it seems to be, and that embracing reality is perhaps more logical than continuing one's fantasy.

So the heart may still be sad, but at least it knows it has the support of mr. cranium, and knows that it should hang on for now and sometime later, move on.

Insyallah...

A horny man's poem...

Hath thou not passed a wistful stare,
Towards thy object of heart's desire.
Seductive eyes (not to mention, a decent pair),
Thy wished with her, a child you'd sire.

Right place, wrong time...

How do I mend my broken heart,
When you and I are worlds apart?

How do I stop the tears from flowing,
When where you'll be, I'm not going?

How do I feel a little less pain,
When once you're gone, I won't be the same?

How do I stop my soul from dying,
When I don't know where you'll be flying?

Um...no?

“We need to take this drastic action because Zaid’s action in attending functions and being seen with opposition leaders are against the party’s ethics."

Did not know that party had ethics.

“In such cases, we need to act tough. Umno is always consistent and we cannot be seen as practising double standards,”

Uttering racist remarks just gets you suspended for 3 years. Attending a function hosted by the opposition? Sacked! Double standards? What double standards?

A series of unfortunate events...

You know those days where everything around you seems to come crashing down on you all at once?

That actually almost literally happened to me when:

1. My book shelf cum computer desk fell on top of me last night, breaking a precious porcelain momento on the shelf that I've managed to keep intact for quite a while. Of course I accidentally step on the broken shards and cut my foot, leaving a nice little puddle of blood on the floor. The stains on the carpet probably aren't coming off anytime soon.

2. My gay best friend has more or less abandoned me on weekends to gay it up a notch in Geneva's rainbow haven. Well, he does usually invite me out together with his 'family' (as he likes to call it) to 'family' bars and clubs, which of course I tend to turn down. Somehow thronging the local gay bars watching guys kissing guys and girls kissing girls (which actually would not be so bad if the girls are hot but more often than not they aren't!) just really doesn't do much for me.

3. I realize that I don't have free access to the kitchen whenever I want to, so I'm cooking a lot less than I used to. Not being able to invite people over for meals is also quite a downer, since eating alone frankly blows.

4. I'm feeling kinda lost around these parts. I can't seem to click with the bunch of Americans at work so much, and they just happen to be the only people left to socialize with these days! I also notice that I've been eating out a lot at Chinese restaurants not really because I crave the food, but more so because I crave the ambience. I actually like being shouted at by grumpy, old, Chinese ladies more than being served by young, soft-spoken, cleavage-revealing, French-speaking waitresses that will ask you if you want pepper on your steak instead of constanting trying to remove your plate before you've even finished your food. This can't be good.

5. To top it off, today I arrive at the lobby of my apartment building to find that I've stepped on some neauseatingly pungent, freshly defecated dog turd. What kind of sick fuck leaves his dog's do-do right in the middle of the carpet just in front of the god damned front door!?

God, this day totally sucks!