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:: Tuesday, December 30, 2003 ::

1) Too freaking long.

2) Not enough eye candy.

3) Irrevelant subplot brought in to give originally background character more than 15 minutes of fame.

4) Waaaay too much sentimentality expressed between men.

5) Deprivation of what I feel are essential plot details. Or even essential plots.

3 guesses to what I'm talking about.

:: nimezs @ 1:21 am [+] ::

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"Open-minded"

Yea, I am open-minded, even a little risque at times, but uh... asking if I'm "open-minded" in an intro message usually bodes... not... well. Oh, and throw in a little "fun" too. Great combination, eh? As if I couldn't tell what you you're really "interested" in. Sounds like a sure invitation to indulge in commitmentless sex. I am so totally not into that, dude. Sign on the dotted line first, and then we'll talk about being "open-minded".

Uhm. yeah, I forgot about it... the Bi Porno thing. Read it on Azmi's blog. It wasn't even as if I had thought of it in the first place. I believe XZ was the one who suggested it!

"Anyone has chalk?"

:: nimezs @ 1:53 am [+] ::

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Late night rants are... mindless self-indulgence. I do recognize the ability to perform one's duty despite having no attraction for the task as a worthy one. About the love bit, perhaps the use of the word was a little too general because it cannot really apply in some relationships.

-shrug-

Meanwhiles, I've had a request to be "firends". Gosh, that sounds interesting. A firend. Whatever that is. Hey, you, clueless, excitable writer of pick-up messages. While I don't expect you to ply me with multi-syllabic words like "acquaintance", I do at least expect a certain level of ... uhm.. "literacy". Granted, you might've been in such a hurry to send off to me your riveting message that you overlooked the spelling. Still, I would rather prefer it if along with the request to be firends, you at least gave me a winning reason to do so... Examples are as follows:

"...I want to be your friend because I think you're pretty, despite the fact you admitted to being violent and abusive because I welcome being beaten to death by one such as you..."

"...I love Robbie Williams too!..."

"...Wow, I'm a Pratchett fan too... Have you seen his latest book?..."

"... I'm tall, dark, handsome, I drive and I have lots of money I want to give you because I want you to be happy..."

"...I'm an avid bridge player!..."

"...Hey, did you know I've an inferiority complex and will kill myself if you don't reply to me within 24 hrs?..."

"...I bet I'm prettier than you..."

"...I just want to make it to 100 friends..."

"...Hey, it's an honour for YOU to be my friend..."

"...I know Tom Cruise personally..."

See? They don't even have to be good reasons, as long as you DO have a reason. It's not that hard, is it?

Oh wait... MY bad... I did say something along the lines of "If you know my name and I know yours, we can be friends..."

:: nimezs @ 1:45 am [+] ::

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Dear [Insert Friendster name],
Thanks for your note. [Insert ingrating smiley] It's so nice of you to say that about my [Insert noun]. [Insert yet another smiley]. No, I wouldn't mind being friends if you could prove to me you're worth being friends with.

On the whole, I would rather NOT be friends with you because you seem to lack the spunky originality that I so do enjoy. While your letter was not stupid enough to warrant a trip to the trash, it is rather humdrum. Were you to try this on me in real life, I might actually be nice about it and carry on a conversation. At least until you've sucked dry my already minute reserves of small talk.

While I AM a sucker for good pick up lines, your choice of words in your introductory message hardly leaves me gasping for more of your smooth talk.

No, I do not want to exchange phone numbers with you. Your age and job are of no importance to me. No, you may not find out where I live.

And plying me with words like "honour" "reply" "waiting" "hoping", doesn't really make me any more eager to get back in touch with you.

Well, now you know. I don't expect to hear from you again, and on the whole, if you didn't, you'd just be confirming my first assessment of you. Of course, you might write back, and I could be forced to alter my prior impression. You could be a bigger idiot than I thought.

Lots of Love,
[My Friendster Name]

:: nimezs @ 1:16 am [+] ::

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Duty and Love

Our lives are constant buzzes of activity, so full of choices, pathways... things we must do. Promises we make, vows we have to keep in our interaction with others. That's duty. But think about it; how often do we substitute duty for love?

You don't understand what I mean because I myself am grasping at the meaning of this. But what I'm trying to say is.... Duty is when you do something because you have to. Love, instead, allows you to do that same thing because you want to. My question then stands as follows: how would you tell the difference between someone's dutiful behaviour towards you, and his/her loving behaviour instead?

How do you know a friend helps you in need because he feels he has to, as a friend, and not because he truly cares for your welfare, loves you and wants the best for you?

Cynical as this seems, I'm beginning to doubt the good intentions of the people around me. Certainly, I appreciate them, but I have no way of knowing if they do favours for me because they want to, or because they feel that have to.

I know there can be dutiful love. Yet, there's duty without love. What if we go through lives doing because we have to, not because of any kind of passion for what we do? There's no meaning in that. How many times have you told a friend "I'll be there for you"? How many times have you really meant it?

I'm guilty of doing without wanting. I am guilty of helping, smiling, pretending when my heart resents it, my spirit unwilling because I don't want to hurt, don't want to lose. Yes, duty. My duty as a friend, daughter, sister. There are very few people I would really "do anything for" out of love.

Duty. It hurts when you realise people do things for you because of duty, not love.

Duty isn't always something to be proud of.

Why do I always make myself depressed? I need a therapist.

:: nimezs @ 12:54 am [+] ::

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7 new msgs.

Yeah, a good photo does wonders for you.

:: nimezs @ 10:31 pm [+] ::

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Oh yeah, I forgot.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

:: nimezs @ 12:58 am [+] ::

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Welcome to yet another addition of late night song lyrics with me. Today's googled song is Robbie William's Sexed up. Nice tune, lyrics rock... haha, but you'll notice they don't really match. But it's a lovely song nonetheless. I think so, at least.

Loose lips sunk ships
I'm getting to grips with what you said
No it's not in my head
I can't awaken the dead
Day after day

Why don't we talk about it
Why do you always doubt that there can be a better way
It doesn't make me wanna stay

Why don't we break up
There's nothing left to say
I got my eyes shut
Praying they won't stray
Oh we're not sexed up
That's what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away

You say we're fatally flawed
When I'm easily bored
Is that OK?
Write me off your list
Make this the last kiss
I walk away

Why don't we talk about it?
I'm only here don't shout it
Give 'em time, you'll forget
Let's pretend we never met

Why don't we break up?
There's nothing left to say
I got my eyes shut
Praying they won't stray
Oh we're not sexed up
That's what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away

Screw you
I didn't like your taste anyway
I chose you
That's all go to waste it
It's Saturday
I'll go out and find another you

Why don't we?
Why don't we break up?
There's nothing left to say
I got my eyes shut
Praying they won't stray
Oh we're not sexed up
That's what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away
I hope you blow away
I hope you blow away

:: nimezs @ 12:56 am [+] ::

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I'm going to do a comic rant now because I always do a comic rant after I finish drawing a comic and Azmi publishes it, and a comic has just been drawn and published.

So. Rant starts here. First of all, I need to improve my drawing skills some more because there's no level of consistancy - the faces change, the proportions change and my aptitude at it changes constantly too. I might need to do a full scale drawing of each character with marked proportions instead of doing it free hand, or maybe I SHOULD get a good photo editor and start doing all my comics digitally....

:: nimezs @ 7:41 pm [+] ::

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I've been in Korea for the past 7 days or so. A few things stand out in visiting a cold country. The cold, the static and the dryness. I had fun overall, I guess. If you want a blow by blow account of my holiday, let me know. There's not much to say otherwise... There was skiing, shopping and a few interesting rides/shows....

:: nimezs @ 3:26 pm [+] ::

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I have a cough. Falling sick after coming back from a holiday isn't the greatest thing in the world.

:: nimezs @ 10:03 pm [+] ::

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I'm leaving. That's right. I'm leaving Singapore.

I feel I have to tell you, because I want you to know I'm gone. Not just hibernating somewhere in Singapore. Nosiree.

I'll be back of course. But like you really cared, eh?

:: nimezs @ 1:08 am [+] ::

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"Hurt me thusly, and no one will know,
If thou rend my heart, thou scar my soul.
So deeply cut, well hidden away,
These wounds ne'er will see the light o' day."

I've been reading my archives, and I can't help but worry that I seem to be attracted to men/guys/boys with whom I know any relationship with is out of the point. Which is scary, and self-destructive, because it means I'm quietly undoing whatever hope there is for myself with the opposite sex.

Maybe I should just agree to the next person who propositions me and see how it goes from there... lol.

"Oh, lock me away, and don't let in the day, here inside, where I hide, with my loneliness... I don't care what they say I won't stay in a world without love..."

I swear, it's the holiday mood. Must be.

:: nimezs @ 12:30 am [+] ::

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I am going to die.

Take the time to check out the rest of the site. Especially the Dead Letter Office. Seriously. It's wicked funny, yo.

I can't believe I just said that.

:: nimezs @ 2:43 am [+] ::

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This is really good, that's why I'm sharing it with you.

1) Go to Google.com
2) Type 'miserable failure' into the text box.
3) Press the "I'm feeling lucky" button.

Funny, no?

Works for "Weapons of mass destruction" too.

:: nimezs @ 2:42 am [+] ::

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Love actually is all around.

:: nimezs @ 12:08 am [+] ::

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I can't be bothered to post today. If you want to know how I've been doing, just call.

:: nimezs @ 1:44 am [+] ::

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It starts with a QB house haircut, followed by a bout of insanity, and ends with short hair.

Yep. My locks are gone, notwithstanding the fact I never did have locks in the first place, but you get what I mean. Anyhow, the bottom line is this. I have short hair now. I would be vaguely traumatized by the loss of about 2 year's worth of hair growth, but hey well, hair grows back.

On the plus side, it's low maintenance.

On the minus side, guys seem to prefer long hair. Ah well.

:: nimezs @ 9:09 pm [+] ::

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I was supposed to watch Matrix Revolutions yesterday, but to our amazement, the tickets were sold out. Yep, even so long after the release date, it's selling like hotcakes. Even though most of the people who've watched it so far have put it down. Even though I was late. Even though... I really wanted to watch it.

It's probably a sign that I'm never going to watch the last instalment of the Matrix. Seriously, everyone I know has watched it already, and I've not many people left to drag to the movie. What will become of me?! Will I die never knowing how the Matrix ended, even though it's turned into a crass attempt at commercialization of the previously philosophical alternative ... thingy it was?

We watched Master and Commander instead. I didn't see the whole point of the movie at all. Didn't learn anything historical, and was subjected to the brutalities of healthcare on the sea. (read: amputations and self-ministering of wounds) I had my hands over my eyes during the particularly violent scenes, but somebody wouldn't let me miss them.

"Come on, you paid $6.50 to watch this movie."

Sure, it was a feel good movie. Very rousing. The doctor was amusing, and I saw a hobbit on board the ship. Russell Crowe is dead ugly. I guess he looked much better in Gladiator because most of his face was covered with facial hair. Like Viggo Mortensen.

Then, my friend drove me home, which was also extremely amusing because I'm terrible at giving directions and he's good at making me doubt my sense of direction...

"Turn left."
"Are you sure?"
"Ummm. I don't know. Right then."
(silence as left turn is not made)
"You know how I said turn right after you made me doubt about turning left?"
"We should've turned left?"
"Yea, I was right the first time."

Plus he was so excited about getting to drive independently that it made me laugh. Not to mention that rather amusing call home to beg his father to let him drive above 70 kph. Alright, I won't tell them anymore. -grin- Not even about the lorries over taking you. ; P

:: nimezs @ 7:49 pm [+] ::

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I'm in love with Lulu. Our children will be beautiful and talented and smart. Now if only I could get rid of that dratted moggle.

:: nimezs @ 12:28 am [+] ::

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