The Bored, The Regretful, The Hopeful & Sometimes The Hopeless; All The Same Man

My tummy's gotten bigger. Can't say the same for the rest of my body. But the tummy is bigger so, I suppose I am now stating the need to do something about it.

I haven't done sports in ages. I haven't been jinking about on the soccer court like I was before. I'm not purporting that I ran well before but I can say with full confidence that running, whether about or in painted circles of the tracked kind, now seem like an alien concept to me.

In short, I need to run off tummy fat. The treadmill gym, the stadium track, either one will be the venue of my choice. There is the 3rd of option of partaking in soccer again but chances are low, seeing as to how soccer is a team sport and that make up my usual team is away serving the country, as mandated by law.

I have 3 new tops from Topman (where else, huh?; Thanks to Eza for helping me pick em out!) and I'm very happy with them.

Right now, highlights are only from Saturday to Tuesday. Soccer on the telly on the weekends, latest Entourage episodes on Monday, latest Heroes & Prison Break episodes on Tuesday. The rest of the week is pretty much nothing. Honest. That's sorta sad, innit?

There's this new movie coming out soon starring Brad Pitt and the concept, I feel anyways, is quite interesting.

"The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"



I think the idea's been done before but certainly not this way.

Last night, as I lay in bed waiting for Mr. Sandman to come, the words came to me in a clear and succinct manner. It was more organized, if you will. The same words that I've always wanted to say but I know I can never say them.

Maybe I'll pen them down in a letter. A letter that I shall not send and the recipient never receive. I'll pen them down just for the sake of doing it, perhaps a poor attempt to not bottle it up inside. But then again, writing a letter that will never be sent and therefore never received and the contents not made known...that's pretty much the same thing, isn't it?

Oh, tarnation, it sounds bad but I do really mean it in the best way possible, sometimes I wish I wasn't your friend.

Ghost Town Weekend

After the wave of relief which swept me post Magus Luna, the weekend that followed petered out to nothingness.

Sure, I did watch a movie (My Best Friend's Girl) and even had rounds of bowling with the old mates from secondary school but the repetitiveness tires me so.

It doesn't help that this particular time of the year is the figurative dumping of films by the studios. They know the movies they release at this time, aren't that bankable and that's why you see a slew of pseudo-A-list movies and lots of crude movies that screen just cos they were already made. Think Bangkok Dangerous & Step Brothers. Occasionally, there is a gem or two in the pile. Think Mamma Mia & The House Bunny.

They will only start picking up in October/early November. This year, the big two at the end will probably 007's Quantum Of Solace & Twilight.

Till then, I'm not that keen on movies every week. I must have seen close to 15 this year. Unless, I think it's worth it.

The music that's out at this time doesn't catch my fancy either. There were times in the past where I found find nice songs every time I looked for it, and I know where to look. But the new music that is out at this time of the year hardly moves me.

United didn't win against Chelsea and that played its part in the mundane nature of the weekend.

Lets hope things pick up pace this following week. New festive clothes, cleaning my room and repainting it.

I've got this sudden craving to eat at Breeks.

Damn, just let this boring weekend pass.

In a bid to stave of boredom, I came across these two funny clips by Seth McFarlane, on his YouTube channel made of online comedy clips.

If you didn't know, he's the creator of animated sitcoms, Family Guy & American Dad. As of May 4, 2008, he became the highest paid television writer, after he agreed on a 4-year deal with Fox to keep the shows running? His total salary for that contract? A cool 100 million dollars!

Wanna know what happens after Mario saves the princess? (I love Mario's Italian accent)

"And by the way, by the way..." HAHA!



This one is just,haha-what-the-fuck' kinda funny.



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Leave The Picture In The Room Behind, Let The Days On The Road Help Us Find New Ones

The beast that is Magus Luna was finally slayed.

No more BBQ Chicken with rice for the time being. It's almost become a dinner staple during rehearsals and I'm getting sick of it.

I think I did average. I could have done better. But, having said that, I do hope that I've done fairly well. To use soccer terminology, I hope I'm a young reserve player that can break into the first team in a couple of years, given the right experience and a dash of luck and not some no-hoper doomed to languish in the anonymity of the lower league divisions. Still a long, long way to go though.

Now, I want to leave the stage and I'm really hoping I still have the chance to put my playwright hat on. I want to play a significant part in the crafting of the story to be staged for TP's 20th Anniversary celebrations.

The exam results came out a while back. Not the greatest but I managed to stave off failing at least. Given the way, I've been this previous semester, I do suppose I should be thankful.

I remember how me and my best mate got to know each other was when we found out that we were the only people in the class who watched Friends RELIGIOUSLY back in Primary 5. Sure, we didn't catch all the jokes, but we knew the characters well enough and we were fully into the series a year after.

Years and years of new episodes and rerun after rerun on cable allowed us to predict the next line or the next joke that was coming cos we had already seen it before.

All these years, the main focus of people had always been either on Joey or Chandler. Joey for being adorably dumb and Chandler for his sarcastic one liners. But my mate noted that Ross, played by David Schwimmer was actually the funniest one because he was so learned and smart but he found himself in the most ridiculous of situations.

He is also the most talented actor among the bunch, if you notice his acting when he is delivering the jokes. Of course, growing up in L.A. and having a Bachelor's in theater from Northwestern University does help.

These are just two of Ross Geller's funniest moments.






PIVOT! PIVOT! PIVOT! HAHA!

Over the next week, I want paint my room and get new clothes.

That Cold Fear We Get Before The Dagger Stabs The Heart With Another Twist Of The Dagger's Handle

There's a fine line between being hopeful and being foolish.

I should know all about that line. I've almost made it my home. More often than not, I find myself falling over flat and sound like a goddamn fool.

C'mon Khai, you said you'd hang in there no matter how much it was going to hurt.

You knew it was going to hurt one day.

Now, the hurt's come...deal with the pain.

Too "emo"?

Why? Can't somebody believe in something so strongly that it affects them?

In this material world, have we such an insatiable need to be "cool" that we think it's trendy to be shallow and unfeeling?

It hurts.

Just remember that whatever you offered was in sincerity and you expected no return, but you could only hope.

Know that as you write out all this, you'll probably wake up tomorrow and continue to hang on to a battle that you knew you were not likely to win when you started it in the first place.

Why do you continue hanging on then, Khai? Ans: It's because it's one of the truer things I believe in in this life and in this world and it's ability to bring out the good in me.

How can the search for a feeling associated with joy bring about so much pain?

I guess that's why I'm foolish.

Adoration, Despite All

Right...bout damn time I got back to typing down events of note in my existence.

Reasons for procrastinating delaying these posts...

• Exams
• Sickness
• Lack of interesting blog-able stuff happening

Right, that should be enough reasons to show how much of a lazy bugger I actually am...

So to start off, after the exams, (which shall not be discused, considering how much of a bummer such a topic is) I hung around the Engineering school labs, trying to come with decent stuff to write in a birthday card.

For all my supposed literary skill, I fail completely when it comes to writing down sincere wishes (that are fine on their own) down on a card. Plus, my already abysmal penmanship is further exacerbated by the absolute necessity to write presentably on a birthday card.

Otherwise, I'm glad I lucked out with the prezzie. Glad ya liked it!

It was also good to meet up with a few of the MIC guys for Shikin's 21st, even if it was just for a bit.

Prison Break Season 4 is back, and one character is shot dead within the 1st 30 minutes.

A shocker of a return for another.

Prison Break at its best.

The fasting month is here, which leaves the festive month weeks away. It's the only time of the year where I have a legit excuse to be blowing cash away on new, dope threads. I hope to get to it.

I went to catch an pre-release screening of Step Brothers yesterday. It was at about 1AM but it was still alright.

The movie was funny as hell. Forgettable story, funny jokes. Watch it if you like Will Ferrell being loud and noisy. Watch it if you like Talladega Nights & Anchorman.

It's been testing times for us all I'm sure, in one way or another. My mate's looking to come out of a slump and I hope he gets through.

There's been a slew of reflective conversations going on in the group which made me realize that in our own little ways, we all want the same things. It may slightly differ from one individual to the another, we all want our comforts

All the pomp and talk brought about by the different ways we view and live our lives, it doesn't matter in the end.

All our youthful ambition, will only be considered successful and fruitful if we have the important things by our side when it's all said and done and the dust settles.

Fast rides and a plush crib? No point if you don't have anyone to share it with.

Fame, (or infamy as some prefer) with thousands of screaming fans? Will any be there to share our troubles in life when we find the load to heavy to bear?

Me, myself?

I would give up all my experiences and all this supposed potential that I have with words. I would forsake popularity, the glitz and glamour of travelling the world and the creative inspiration that comes with it. Film-making, scene-writing star?

Instead, I say...

I would go back to being that mousy, geeky, quiet, unwilling little boy if it meant that I would live a full, happy life if that would guarantee the important people in my life around me.

Suffice to say, makin' it big?

No thanks, not without you. And the rest of the important people, but especially you.

Who?

I don't know. Or...maybe I do. But God has other plans.

Before I go, do ponder over this.

Do you adore that someone because that someone adores you back?

Or do you adore that someone because of who they are, the way they look and think, that nice smile AS WELL AS that pimple scar; all that is good and all that is bad about that person?

Do note, I'm not talking about anyone in particular, particularly because I have no one of that sort to talk about. I'm still a free bird. But having said that, you don't have to be with someone to adore someone, do you. Refer to paragraph just above this one...yes...because of who they are...

So am I talking about someone? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I don't really about public perception cos no one's getting hurt right? It's up to you to infer. Just know that conversations of this sort do go on and this post is a ripple effect of recent conversations that I've had.

If I could swing back into the topic...

It's a great feeling to look at that someone and smile and feel a lovely feeling cos they look so great.

But it's an even better feeling to have when you look at that someone and feel the same way even when they are looking their worst.

At least, that's what I think.

And going by the conversations I've had recently, I'm sure others I know probably feel the same way.