Hello Year 2007

i didn’t make a new year’s resolution last year because i hadn’t be able to keep to it. this year, however, i’ve decided to come up with as many resolutions as possible to soften the blow of disappointment

1. EXAGERRATE LESS. my best friend lyn told me her ex-boyfriend once jumped out of a slow moving car. but when i told my dad about it, it came out like this: “dad! you know what lyn did? she pushed her boyfriend while she was driving at 150 km/h… could have been 160 km/h… thank goodness the guy knew martial art or he would have been seriously hurt”.

2. SMOKE LESS. errr… that is an old one. but i don’t think it’ll happen anytime soon.

3. SOCIALISE MORE. this one is tricky. when i have no friends, i complain. when i start to make friends, i complain.

4. GROOM MORE. i know how to put on a lipstick but i still don’t have a decent pair of heels or nice looking outfit for more formal outings. my closet is jam packed with tees and baggy pants, my mom thinks i’m unwilling to leave my adolescence alone.

5. BE LESS ANAL. most people who have been to my bedroom say i have major OCD problem. i’m very specific as to where my stuff are placed, so specific that a friend laughed at how square the room looked.

6. BLOG MORE SERIOUSLY. when i first started blogging in September 2006, i had wanted an outlet for my deep thoughts. but so far, 98.6432423214324525454932422427853407583027583902534% of the posts are random things that probably don’t amount to much.

7. LEARN TO SING. i love strumming the guitar hard cos it drowns out my voice. i can’t sing to save my life.

8. TREAT GARFIELD BETTER. i probably spend most of my free time with my female cats winkie and jj, while *macho* garfield gets swept to the corner. no wonder he’s so fearful around people.

9. SAVE MONEY. this is another tricky one. on top of not making much, i’m heavily addicted to online shopping.

10. QUIT ONLINE SHOPPING. see resolution no.9 for more information.

anyways, enough about me. happy new year to y’all! thanks for making me feel welcome in the local blogosphere

World Without Saddam

US President George W Bush calls it “an important milestone on Iraq’s course to becoming a democracy”. Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki believes that “our respect for human rights requires us to execute him”.

But is it really a milestone for the Iraqis? For the world?

Mr Bush wants so badly to convince us that Saddam’s demise marked “an end of a difficult year for the Iraqi people and for our troops”. Who wouldn’t if the current Iraqi death toll is resting at 133,000++? And what’s the war for, again? Oh, the weapons of mass destruction. Oops! Not there… errr… hey dudes! Check out Iran and North Korea! Ain’t they the baddies?

If the US president genuinely wanted to introduce democracy to freedom-deprived Iraq, why not have Saddam tried at the International War Crimes Tribunal instead of a court made up of his puppets? Wasn’t he supposed to show ‘em Iraqis how things are done in the civilised world? Oh wait, capital punishment would be out of the question, wouldn’t it? We are talking crimes against humanity, after all. Sure, Bush started a war that has thus far claimed 133,000++ Iraqi lives. Let us not forget the 100,000++ people Saddam had killed. As a matter of fact, Saddam had killed 233,000++ people for enticing Bush to invade Iraq in the first place.

Ghandi once said, “An eye for an eye, and soon the whole world goes blind.” He wasn’t the only one who thought so. Some world leaders are not too pleased with Mr Bush right now. Brazilian President Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva said, “I don’t know whether the sentence of Saddam Hussein was a sentence or whether it was vengeance.” Even former Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, who backed the Iraq War, called the hanging “a step backward in Iraq’s difficult road toward full democracy”.

Maybe it’s too easy for me to say “make love, not war” when I’m in Brunei, where it’s peaceful 24/7. Maybe the only real solution is to end violence with violence. Who knows? Maybe Saddam was a near-invincible villian, and it took a big-ass superhero like Bush to end his reign. We all need a role model, after all.

White X’mas 2007

if it could happen to australia, why not brunei?

I Believe In Santa Claus

i had been cursing and swearing over this Japanese toy store’s failure to mail me my gunplas last month. as it turned out, i *forgot* to confirm my purchase. doh! they promised in the last e-mail that all my zukus will be here by december 25. if post office is close tomorrow, i hope santa would at least be nice enough to deliver them to my doorstep.

in the meantime, i’m gonna continue humming to x’mas songs and celebrating the improved internet connection

Do Re Me (Heartbreak Version)

i always wonder why it’s so natural to reach out for certain songs after a break-up. the more depressing, the better. there are, however, a couple of songs i tend to shun, especially those can tempt even the most well-adjusted person to tighten the noose around his/her neck amid the blues.

the top of my list is BOYZ II MEN – END OF THE ROAD. Even if i weren’t feeling particular down , i’d never listen to the song. i mean, we’ve come to the end of the road. still i can’t let go. it’s unnatural. you belong to me; i belong to you. sprinkle that with dim light and loneliness, and i’m *so* slitting my throat.

whitney houston – i have nothing: when a song has a chorus that goes “don’t walk away from me. i have nothing, nothing, nothing, if i don’t have you“, there’s no such thing as the five stages of grieving; you’ll forever be trapped in the self-loathing phase.

bonnie raitt – can’t make you love me: this song doesn’t only deepen post-breakup blues, it takes your depression and run with it. i can’t make you love me if you don’t. you can’t make your heart feel something it won’t. here in the dark, in these final hours. i will lay down my heart and i’ll feel the power. but you won’t, no you won’t….

air supply/mariah carey – without you: i can’t live if living is without you. enough said.

foreigner – i want to know what love is: when you’re without a boy/girlfriend, having the stereo blaring “i want to know what love is. i want you to show me” all night long is just plain suicide.

Let’s Sing All Da Way To X’Mas

The 12 Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

The Shi-th Ha-th Hi-th The Fan-th

it’s official: i have a new phone line. the problem is, i now have to cancel my old e-speed 2 account, which is less than a month old, and apply for a new one. i’m not too sure how it happened, but it went something like…

“mom. we need to check the phone line again?”

“yes, i’ll do it since i have to pay the phone bills.”

“that’d be great. thanks….”

my brother was either pulling my leg or he really meant it when he said i may well have to fork out $300 for the re-installation. in the meantime, i’m back to stealing bandwidth from him or my neighbours.

to end on a more positive note, i finally did some christmas shopping that i promised i would a week ago. the only problem now is sorting out which present goes where…

What’s Playing?

Stiltskin: Inside

Swing low in a dark glass hour
You turn and cower
See it turn to dust

Move on a stone dark night
We take to flight
Snowfall turns to rust

Seam in a fusing mine
Like a nursing rhyme
Fat man starts to fall

Year in a hostile place
I hear your face
Start to call

And if you think that I’ve been losing my way
That’s because I’m slightly blinded
And if you think that I don’t make too much sense
That’s because I’m broken minded
Don’t keep it…
Inside
If you believe it
Don’t keep it all inside

Strong words in a ganges sky
I have to lie
Shadows move in pairs

Ring out from the bruised postcard
In the shooting yard
Looking through the tears

Out on the black slate time
We move in line
But never reach an end

Fall in a long stray town
As the ice comes down
Rivers start to bend

And if you think that I’ve been losing my way
That’s because I’m slightly blinded
And if you think that I don’t make too much sense
That’s because I’m broken minded
Don’t keep it…
Inside
If you believe it
Don’t keep it all inside

I’ll Post This Before…

… i get booted out by my bro’s router for the 23th time tonight.

i called telbru to complain about my modem, which hasn’t been working since last monday. it’s been almost a week, and still no sign of the technician. oh dear me…