tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76997482012-03-21T15:11:13.381+08:00Come in, converse. It doesn't always look like this. Some days, it's even worst.'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.comBlogger841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-20268171174431779812007-02-18T21:07:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:55.835+08:00

We often forget that to love is to put your heart out in the open and risk getting it fucked over a couple of times.We also often forget that it's worth it.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-38877528979355238902007-01-15T16:44:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.581+08:00

...I've somehow managed to find myself in an eligible-female-blogger-dating-thing called DreamD8.If you, like the rest of the entire working population, are trying to look busy in the office and don't have a bitch of an office firewall to deal with, visit this.And then step out of the office for a fag and send in20 ainaid to 76776 on your cell to send me to Japan.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-44181477702277447742007-01-15T16:43:00.001+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.582+08:00

It’s been two weeks since Ian and I have had the new place and I’ve done nothing but cook, eat, wash the dishes, make the bed, sleep, mess up the bed, drink whiskey, make GreyGoose cocktails, smoke, read, lounge around in underwear, have sex, really mess up the bed, have friends over, cook for them, get drunk, get hung-over, wash barf down the toilet and deal with an addiction to Duke Nuke’em (

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1166628531916211632006-12-20T23:12:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.583+08:00

Two weddings in a span of three weeks are more than I can take. My cousin Shiraj got married last weekend, and everything which occurred over the two days was stopping me (or so I choose to believe) from attending the wedding - the bad weather, casting auditions, snuggling up to my boyfriend in bed all day, a bad reaction to mee rebus, a malfunctioning hair blow-dryer, a dire need to catch up

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1166093090654851442006-12-14T18:44:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.595+08:00

I've been busy. Will update soon.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1164363804871949562006-11-24T18:23:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.596+08:00

I’ve a wedding to go to tonight and I’m not so crazy about the idea. Don’t get me wrong. Weddings are beautiful. I’m just not prepared for the mental turmoil which comes with them. Especially when my boyfriend doesn’t want to go. Especially when my best friend isn’t around to come with me and fill up the unrelenting “Yes, I’m a friend of the groom’s. Yes, I came alone. No, I’m not single and

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1163066405232383472006-11-09T17:59:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:54:23.692+08:00

I watched The Secret last night and witnessed new revelations unfold.Miracles are not that difficult to achieve. In fact, they're not difficult at all. Magic happens when you want and intend them to, and when you forbid the opportunity for resistance to stop them from happening (or rather, stop 'you from happening'). When you want something really badly, ask for it, throw the intent out to the

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1161893827739540302006-10-27T04:17:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.596+08:00

I am ticked off.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1161599446821683562006-10-23T17:52:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.597+08:00

I got dramatically sick this morning. I can't say for sure that this is due to the fact that I may be suffering from boyfriend-withdrawal-symptoms. This is very foreign to me. And while this is not fun under the best of circumstances, I'm imagining it to be considerably less fun if I'm temporarily staying with my boyfriend and hoping to appear beautiful while nauseous. I know I would eventually

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1161597148589717052006-10-22T19:41:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.598+08:00

The boyfriend will be gone for three days. Having learned from previous experiences, I'm not even going to attempt to believe that I will go for yoga everyday, quit smoking, and generally engage in healthy living. Instead I am going to embrace my inner sloth, eat everything in sight, and generally celebrate the fact that no one will be seeing me naked. (It was hard to find the silver lining there

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1160563097693335222006-10-11T18:25:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:55:05.084+08:00

When Ian and I met, it felt like the entire universe conspired with us because over what seemed like only a few nights, the attraction manifested itself into spawns of uncontrollable thirst for more of something we can’t really put a name to.It’s a chain reaction - the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason.And it’s fascinating

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1160558131274703112006-10-08T09:56:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.599+08:00

Turmoil of obscene emotions completely took me over today. It was however, completely called for, and I have absolutely every fucking reason to feel this way considering that I am sore, bloated, cranky, aching, sluggish and every other word associated with the period.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1160557004687426892006-10-05T14:53:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.600+08:00

Dinner at Handle Bar last night was just out of this world. To watch your man, in all his masculinity, seize in his hands what could’ve possibly been the best darned assemblage of red meat and bun ever, and then wolf it down with frothy ice cold beer was just… priceless. And the Tobasco hot wings… Good fucking lord, those chicken wings. Really. You wouldn’t think it’d be possible to burst into

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1159419193306317592006-09-28T12:53:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:45:28.067+08:00

I’m about to make an attempt to blog about my love life, without sounding too much like a pussy. I clearly remember yelling repeatedly “About fucking time!” and grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking a triumphant swig, the night I ended my relationship with the ex. Little did I foresee that night, that 4 months down the road, I’d finally find someone who’d match up to me. Believe me when I say

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1157538418823784282006-09-06T18:26:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.601+08:00

Well I suppose it’s about time to come clean. I’ve been away having far too much fun since I’ve last blogged. The pivotal part of the past four months was probably the long overdue termination of my four year-relationship. I don’t know what everyone else is quibbling about. But breaking up is really not that hard to do. And it made way for a series of scandalous yet tasteful (with the exception

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1157514261215815202006-09-06T11:32:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:46:52.890+08:00

Men continue to baffle me.Hi AinsI got your addy from a lady member of your club . I met her at the American Club, who told me about our similar names.I'm Ar*** K****k 31, male, American / Dutch, 177cm tall 76kg, native of Boston. Been in Singapore since end of last month, to work as Celluloid (Film) Technologist with media producer.M.B.A. East West Center University, HawaiiM.B.A. (Film

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1159432982155867172006-06-13T13:38:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:45:28.068+08:00

I, as a naïve, relatively new member of the workforce and a sceptic in the dating world, assumed that when I returned to the office today, I would be well-rested and ready to work. I thought I would even be a little happy to be back because, after coercing my way out of work on Friday, I had in total, three entire days without work. One would think that boredom would set in, partying and drinking

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1159432079271324562006-06-12T16:26:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:45:28.068+08:00

Sundays are typically spent whiling away on the couch, watching Sex and The City re-runs.Last night however, was not the case. A particular guy I’ve been not-too-shamelessly flirting with (and have never really met) asked me out for beer – an offer I almost cannot refuse. So I agreed to meet up at a beer joint I used to go. A good looking complete stranger, familiar territory, and a common

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1149242539400606232006-06-02T18:02:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.601+08:00

You Tiao has ammonia.I'm going to die.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1148027144136190472006-05-19T16:23:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:55:05.085+08:00

Not if you’re a sucker for pain. People survive amazing disasters. The earthquake victim is pulled alive from the rubble. The driver walks away scratch-free from a crumpled auto. A woman endures a first date with a cologne-soaked, emotional baggage-laden, mid-level marketing executive.Luck plays into the equation, but you can increase your chances of surviving an unpleasant first encounter. An

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1148025072438369162006-05-19T15:43:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:39:23.328+08:00

And then there is Father’s Day. Another scam thrust upon us by capitalism to further pry our wallets open? Only if you’re a cynic. Just another holiday that greeting card companies invented to extort money from the public? No, it’s not. In fact, when the idea of a Father’s Day was first invented, Father’s Day cards didn’t even exist. So I guess we don’t really have an excuse now not to buy our

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1147337151560198782006-05-11T16:45:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:39:23.329+08:00

Contrary to popular belief, Mother's Day was not conceived and fine-tuned in the boardroom of Hallmark. The earliest tributes to mothers date back to the annual spring festival the Greeks dedicated to Rhea, the mother of many deities, and to the offerings ancient Romans made to their Great Mother of Gods, Cybele.However, today, what should be a pleasant experience between mother and children has

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1135527199037739822005-12-26T00:13:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:46:52.890+08:00

A man came up to me today and asked, “Hi, can I take you the candy shop?”

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1134721560315554932005-12-16T16:26:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:43:26.602+08:00

Well, my morning was overwhelming. And by lunch, I successfully redecorated my entire office into a terrifying Post-it mess. Then I got hungry. Really hungry. Like I-wonder-if-wood-taste-good-cuz-I'm-about- to-eat-my-desk hungry. So I had a smoked salmon sandwich, a potato salad on the side I barely touched, and a pistachio gelato which I will never order again. And to date, I’ve had 4 cans of

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1132079013377318042005-11-16T02:17:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:46:52.891+08:00

I want many nights of reckless abandon with you to do all the things I've never done before.Shock me. And we don't have to keep it private.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1131622986452842802005-11-10T19:15:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:48:58.645+08:00

More fan-mail came in today:"I can only imagine with a blog entry like that, you received a million replies. But I am the one for you, live just west of Heathrow and would love to get into a tangle with you and enjoy some physical and emotional. Me?6ft4AthleticBlue eyesRomanticSpiritual (ish)Never been marriedNo kidsDon't smokeNever ever touched any drugs of any kindRun like the windDrink like a

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1131547838378042422005-11-09T22:45:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:49:56.809+08:00

Dealing with computer viruses is a bitch. Something's been fucking around with my desktop again this week, and I'd really like to know something: Why isn't someone hunting these people down and tossing their nerdy asses into federal prison? Is it a manpower problem? Because if the authorities are short-handed, I'd be delighted to volunteer twenty hours a week to the round-up. I'd really like to

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1131465773367601892005-11-09T00:00:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:50:10.944+08:00

I’m beginning to get rather impatient with men. Let’s get this straight. I will not tolerate calls on my cell every minute. I cannot tolerate men constantly bleating to me about how much they miss the smell of my hair. I don’t have the patience to entertain insecurities on a daily basis. I don't want to mother and don't need to be mothered. I do not want a knight in shining fucking armor. And I

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1131460879105337512005-11-08T22:40:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:49:56.811+08:00

Halloween turned out just as I expected it to be – bittersweet. Witchin’ hour started at 10. The girls and I dressed up and made our way to Rouge for the party. Halloween is so ephemeral, y'know? I mean, the main event only lasts about four or five hours max. And that’s all you’re gonna get until next year. My pseudo exotic-dancing-vampire alter ego was ready to devour the next fine looking

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1130320705769777362005-10-26T17:57:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:51:15.794+08:00

I’m starting to be less and less concerned for your well being, because you obviously want to kill me.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1129804052409353782005-10-20T18:27:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:50:47.639+08:00

Top 10 Things Men Know About Women 10: 9: 8: 7: 6: 5: 4: 3: 2: 1:

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1129803011099653242005-10-20T17:44:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:51:02.945+08:00

The common name black widow spider specifically belongs to the eastern species Latrodectus mactans. Latrodectus hesperus is very similar to the true black widow. Female black widows are generally found on their irregularly-shaped webs near the ground. Favored locations, once identified, can routinely be predicted to contain a spider, even if the occupant is regularly removed. The female requires

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1129190199452327062005-10-13T15:55:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.840+08:00

I must’ve had four hundred thousand and ninety two things to do since I’ve last been here. I almost forgot this space even existed. Last week, I was out with this Italian guy whose name remains anonymous and unpronounceable. My encounter with him was just another vicious cycle waiting to happen. I’m beginning to see a certain pattern in the type of men I attract – thus writing about it would be

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1128338247006423862005-10-03T19:03:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.841+08:00

I’ve pretty much had enough of quibbling and ranting about how exhausting and socially demanding my job really is. So tonight I’m going on a date with Suresh in the hopes of restoring my inner peace, spirituality and sanity (and shed a few pounds while I’m at it) i.e. I’m going for Yoga. This is also a really good excuse to lavish in a steam bath and sip on hot green tea at the lounge on a Monday

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1127403038929245542005-09-22T23:29:00.001+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.842+08:00

One week on the job, and I’m already taking a medical leave. Yesterday, I had a surgical procedure done in my mouth to get my wisdom tooth out. I’m having the worst case of migraine now – the kind you wake up to after someone’s whacked your head a few times with a wheel brace. And it doesn’t help that I’m perpetually salivating and spewing blood out of my mouth too. Work has been pretty alright.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1126582184171923152005-09-13T11:29:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:36.089+08:00

You know you’re gonna have a bad day when you’re getting dressed in the morning and you stab yourself in the eye with your mascara applicator.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1126458496258753272005-09-12T00:31:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:36.090+08:00

Note to self: I actually have to go to work today. Like how regular people do.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1126348408572288312005-09-10T18:32:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.842+08:00

Today, I’ve made total use of my unproductive self by doing unproductive things – such as redesigning this blog for example.Who gives a shit?

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1126340866148167422005-09-08T12:24:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.843+08:00

What is it with some people? Particularly pseudointellectucals who feel they simply must have the last word to prove their imagined superiority. I know bolstering a sagging self-esteem is a major preoccupation with you guys, but for chrissakes, just shut up, will you? Why do they keep following and bleating after me? Have they been bombarded by the escalating decibels of their own whining for so

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1125608574955343032005-09-02T05:02:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.848+08:00

By chance (or a stroke of bad luck, depending on how you look at it), I met up with this guy over the weekend. Now I’m usually alright about meeting new people, but my experience over the weekend has left me with the conclusion that all men will fail me. And that eventually, I’m gonna have to resort to marrying Lin.I swear, this guy was like a spawn from hell. Apart from the many other psychotic

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1126339939055740182005-09-02T04:51:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:36.091+08:00

Well you're up so high, how can you save meWhen the dark comes here tonight to take me upThe mouth from woke and into bedWhere it kisses my face and eats my hand

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1125604923342710222005-08-26T21:57:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.848+08:00

We had our graduation at the Ritz early today. It’s been a while since I’ve had to wake up at 6 in the morning to do anything. But watching a series of 20 people slip and fall on stage in their graduation gowns was well worth it – think lemmings. Think 500 guests. Think total humiliation at an enormously grand affair. Think the only subject everyone talked about throughout lunch reception.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1124915951734015692005-08-25T04:39:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:36.092+08:00

I am interested in staying away from destructive, coverted and hateful people. Stay out of my face.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1124809565008636232005-08-23T23:05:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:36.093+08:00

Today I died.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1124737126712545002005-08-22T23:49:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:36.094+08:00

The crazy old neighbour is at his window watching me again. He has been since I first moved here - when I was two. I’ve never actually spoken to him before. Sometimes, when I’m by the window smoking, he would get out and smoke too. And we’ll both just look at each other – and I’ll talk to him in my head, usually about how fucked up things have been. Or that he shouldn’t be smoking at his age.

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1124312994481101462005-08-17T12:05:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.849+08:00

I've recently been whiling away entire afternoons sat huddled by the bed, pouring over dust-encrusted letters, diaries and junk probably kept away around the turn of my adolescence. And I’m very proud to announce that I’ve finally packed all my NKTOB and Backstreet Boys memorabilia neatly into separate boxes.I met Mervin up earlier today for pizza and beer. And I’ve been farting ever since. If

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1124140762354342572005-08-16T04:48:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.850+08:00

It’s almost 5 in the morning, and I can’t sleep.My neighbourhood just got more interesting: another fight earlier tonight in the parking lot - this time it involved a man and a taxi driver. I watched the man collapse in the middle of the road, probably from a heart attack or something. And then I did the dumbest thing - I called the phone operator to report the incident.I don’t know which was

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1124103113899343982005-08-15T18:51:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:52:35.851+08:00

I had my hair cut on Saturday – about six inches shorter. And I almost had an anxiety attack. I don’t know how long I contemplated making the cut, but it seemed like forever. I don’t know what I was thinking either that day. I was on medication, and I was reading Lao Tzu’s Tao Te Ching before I knocked out cold. And when I woke up, I took off right away and headed straight to the hair salon. I

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1123832399664922822005-08-12T15:39:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:53:36.094+08:00

Does anyone else find it weird that Dove makes personal care products and chocolates (and ice-cream) at the same time?

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1123543671974966952005-08-09T01:33:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:55:56.487+08:00

This year’s party was, by far, the least stimulating lineup of all time. I saw a million faces over the last two days and now I feel like I need to hide in a dark hole for at least a week. Getting robbed was one of the many things I had to deal with that Saturday. I would’ve found it (and everything else) rather amusing if I wasn’t so fucking sober. Although I don’t know how I managed to pull

'Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975820304226239673noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699748.post-1123305336669109532005-08-06T13:15:00.000+08:002007-04-11T13:55:56.488+08:00

I’m at the lobby waiting to check in right now, and I’m fucking bored out of my mind. My thighs ache and my knees feel like they’re gonna give way. I don’t know what I was thinking last night, going to that exotic dance class with the girls (and Veemal, who obviously got the better end of that deal)My sister got another ticket for parking her car in our parking lot. She was yammering about how

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Our rock climbing plans are cancelled. It was the one thing I was getting truly excited about - getting up early on Sunday all hungover with a colossal migraine and then pounding ourselves against some rock walls. And the hotel reservations at the Grand Copthorne aren’t even confirmed yet. Now I’m thinking, why don't we fuck it up some more?! Like get me a microwave for my birthday or something.

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I'm throwing a party. Everyone should throw one too.. for your own sanity. Come and check it out next week. To laugh. To smile. To get wasted. To have a little bit of 'Ain in your life. If you care.Because you know you know you love me.

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I was at some random club last week, where this girl should’ve just kept her snooty comments to herself if she knew what was good for her. It was like as if she couldn’t believe that anyone would dare to wear Birkenstocks in a club. And I wouldn’t have necessarily told her off, if she had shut her gap about it. I mean, I like my tree-hugging earth-saving sandals. Even if they make my feet look

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So a couple of days ago, I was using the microwave and when I pressed stop and opened it, it continued to run, and I was weirded out but ate my food anyway. Later that day I had insane headaches, and my chest started feeling heavy and I seriously did not feel good. I researched it online and read all about microwaves, and it turns out microwaves are the devil's incarnate!The radiation from the

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The next person who whines to me about how unhappy life is making them will need their jaw wired shut. One in particular I may back over with the car a few times.Look, if you can spend a couple of weeks being completely problem-free, you're either mentally challenged or abusing a controlled substance. So you've got some problems. Tell me, who doesn't? The difference is, most people don't define

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I’m peevish today. I've crumbled into a complete psychotic mess. A deadline (totally uncalled for) contributed a lot to the peevishness. It’s a fucking Sunday for crying out loud. And it wasn’t alleviating at all that I had to wake up condemned to the ovaries with a menstrual cramp.The client messed up most of the agreements, and she really wasn’t big on honesty. My email server was fucking up,

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I’m this close to hurling my printer out the window right now.

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There's no point to any of this. It's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know, a quarter-pounder with cheese (those are good), the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain... and then I sit back and I smoke my cigarettes and ride my own melt.

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Today was just another one of those days when you wake up in a house completely alone, and the first thing you do when you finally haul your ass out of bed, is fumble for a fag. And then you make coffee.Then you grab the morning paper, flip the pages profusely while nothing seems to register in your throbbing head, and then it dawns on you that an entire week has just gone by, and all you did was

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With all the new things going on, I figured, "Sure, why not add one more to the thousand and one things I already have to do right now?"So I took the Friday night off to re-design this whole blog thing.

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I took the liberty of trying to be completely unproductive today. So I stayed in and popped in a couple of DVDs. I picked reruns of Swimming Pool and Lost in Translation. But in my attempt to loaf through the afternoon, I ended up sketching out some very important proposals I've been procastinating to do. It’s funny how your boredom can be so inspiring sometimes.Hadi called again today. He’s

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Come back later.

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It doesn't get much better than this.www.engrish.com

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Have you ever heard someone say that human beings and apes, or monkeys, or orangutans, share 97%, or 96%, or 99% of their DNA? While this is true, the statement is a bit misleading.Those who use this statement aren't just saying that we share a lot of DNA with other primates for the fun of it. What they're saying is that primates are our close relatives and that we have certain obligations to

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What exactly is guerilla marketing? It's a term used to describe marketing that is unconventional and generally inexpensive and maybe just a bit sneaky. It comes from the jungle's of Central America where neo-Fascist rebels called Serbs engage in guerilla warfare, which is a type of advertising campaign designed to undercut the local phone companies and free Guatemala from its debts to the IMF

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" The master says: "If you must cry, cry like a child. "You were once a child, and one of the first things you leamed in life was to cry, because crying is a part of life. Never forget that you are free, and that to show your emotions is not shameful. "Scream, sob loudly, make as much noise as you like. Because that is how children cry, and they know the fastest way to put their hearts at ease. "

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From now on - and for the next few hundred years - the Universe is going to help warriors of light and hinder the prejudiced.The Earth's energy needs to be renewed.New ideas need space.Body and soul need new challenges.The future has become the present, and every dream - except those dreams that involve preconceived ideas - will have a chance to be heard.Anything of importance will remain;

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Am I the only one who is tired of hearing the same old phrases and words used when people want to vehemently express themselves? They're constantly bleeped on TV and Radio and some publications won't even print them. Yet almost every person who is supposed to be protected from them (kids?) probably know what they are and subliminally fill in the blank anyway.We need some new curse words that have

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Human beings are stupid and they spend their entire lifetime defending their stupidity.

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"Women In Art And The Media:An Exploratory Study Of Feminism’s History And Status In Art And The Media"Letting loose Joan Collins to do a 6034 word thesis in 4 excruciating hours was a total mayhem.

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Based on the latest coaching technology, this impact intensive program is designed to build a lot of momentum to break barriers, allowing a person to move forward significantly in areas of importance in his/her life. This is a three-day coaching program that gives you access to creating the life that you want. Through this, you uncover who you are as your full potential, enabling you to begin

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What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain. What you know you can't explain but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind,

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"No human matter is of serious importance." Plato

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Ah yes, we are alone. It is no use hiding it from ourselves.

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The chain reaction - the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason - an emotion that is already blinding one from the simple and obvious truth.

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No more ignorance.No more Deadly swamps of sadness.No more Bogs of eternal stench.No more Oubliettes.Ready when you are.

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Bastian: Why is it so dark?Empress Moonchild: In the beginning it is always dark.Bastian: What is that?Empress Moonchild: One grain of sand. It is all that remains of my vast empire.

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Atreyu: I will not die easily. I am a warrior.G’mork: (G'mork laughs.) Brave warrior, then fight The Nothing.Atreyu: But I can't! I can't get beyond the boundaries of Fantasia.Atreyu: What's so funny about that?G’mork: Fantasia has no boundaries.Atreyu: That's not true. You're lying.G’mork: Foolish boy. Don't you know anything about Fantasia? It's the world of human fantasy. Every part, every

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If you could actually get your head out of your ungrateful ass, then you've probably justified a few seconds of breathing the atmosphere. And if you do that regularly enough, maybe someday you'll even deserve your life.Y'know what, I would love to just dissect you, disintegrate your ego and grind it into its pulp and shove it up where it hurts most.There, I've fucking said it!

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I had another argument last night with someone who does not realize how close he came to decorating the radiator grill of my dad’s car. Our tête-à-têtes have been very animated lately.Altering back and forth from the psycho-intellectual bitch to the helplessly-defenceless lamb is addictive.It is far better than sex.Previous to that, confrontations have taken their toll on my health, yet

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The nothingness of everythingnessThe everythingness of nothingnessThe significance of insignificanceThe insignificance of significanceThe oneness of allThe all of onenessFreedomAcceptanceFlowHeavenInfinityEternityAffinityWho are you?

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5 bottles of champagne, 20 jugs of who-knows-what, 5 Lumborghinis, floor.After all that bickering in my head, the party still kicked ass. Okay, I don't exactly remember if it kicked ass, but everyone was making out with each other and barfing all over the place after that. That's supposedly good, right?Someone made out with someone at the party. Barely surprising. But surprisingly disturbing. It

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Beauty n. pl. beau·ties The quality that gives pleasure to the mind or senses and is associated with such properties as harmony of form or color, excellence of artistry, truthfulness, and originality.   A quality or feature that is most effective, gratifying, or telling.

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