Monday, December 18, 2006

91. 100 Million

I recently came across this interesting tidbit on this ever growing phenom of blogging. According to this article, there'd be 100 million bloggers in 2007. More mind boggling is that around 200 million have already stopped writing them. Now, I don't know about you, but to me that's a whole lot of people with a whole lot of time on their hands.

So, 200 million have already given up the ghost. Who can blame them? There's only so much you can rant and rave about till the absurb hopelessness of it all crushes your spirit. Unless you're one who's fond of informing millions of strangers (including numerous perverts and pedophiles) on your daily eating and shopping habbits and on where you went for holidays or where you got your latest haircut from, blogging can get really old really fast. Seriously.

Everyone thinks they have something to say, until they're put on a stage and asked to say it.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

90. Dream

A dream is a shadow...of something real...

Drink on that will ya.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

89. The Circle Closes

So we're back again after a prolonged absence. These few months surely would've been excruciatingly slow for those few of you out there inclined to waste precious moments of your lives you would never get back by lurking 'round the dodgy underbelly of this blog.

Well, rest assured there is much soul destroying yet left to do. Truly.

Ok, first up. Again hail and farewell to newly departed and returning friends. Taking that westward journey overs the seas, into Tolkien's hitherland perhaps? That yearning is too strong for some to ignore. As how the call of Valinor was too strong for the Vanyar and the Noldor. And to friends washed upon these shores again, greetings for we are well met once more. Ave atque vale!

You know, the year is about to close again. And I really wish that there was more sunlight to reminisce about at it's end. Yet, light is always tempered with darkness, and this year is the same. Wouldn't it be a joy for once if you could be the bearer of only fair tidings? Eddie Vedder must've felt the same way when he sang that he wished he was a messenger and all the news was good.

Yet it never is, and never can be. I just wish those affected will have the sheer strength of will to get past these trying times. For it doesn't rain all the time.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

88. The Drew Meister

Just a word of welcome note here to my buddy Drew from way over in the UK who was kind enough to take up my invitation to contribute to this blog. Let's hope we see many more posts from him to follow on his first.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Quotes, Part 1

‘I’m on my way, just leaving the house now’ – this blog owner replied on the mobile to me, who have been waiting outside his house for the past 10 minutes.

‘Should we pick an ABBA song?’ – a cheeky banker clicking his choice song on the karaoke remote with his thick fingers.

‘I think I should choose songs I can sing next time I do karaoke’ – yours truly saying out loud what’s on my audible tortured friends’ mind.

‘People are getting married so quickly after coming off their long relationship with their ex boyfriends’ – affectionately known as ‘mpg’ for most popular guy.

‘Seriously, it doesn’t matter what you call it, but if he listens to you – why not try for asking for a mobile or a house?’ – mpg.
‘He already bought me a new phone. See.’ – who may be a biggest player amongst my friends.

‘Okieeeee’ – with emphasis when asked when is the next Phuket trip.

‘Eh I think you have put on weight’ – an ex-stewardess, in a perfect example of pot calling the kettle black.

‘I have mentioned it to him at the very start that I’m non committal’ – player.

‘Are you still waiting for the dvd?’ – doe-eyed, my hope crushed by this with a cold blooded chuckle.

‘There is nothing wrong staying in London, manager, manager lah’ – a returned secondee on life back in KL. The concession was priceless.