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I think it is easing....please keep your fingers crossed for me! :) (I look awful in this photo)
Show us a relatively new friend.
So thank you very much, RBC!
We actually can get the Indonesian edition of ODB too here, but sometimes the translation isn't as beautiful as its original version in English. ODB in Indonesian is called "Santapan Harian" (literally means "daily meal").
By the way, as I took the picture this afternoon, C'est Moi seemed curious. I thought he's attracted to the red flowers in the cover, but then he started licking and later he wanted to bite (and eat) it, too!
Naughty boy :)
I made some Vox banners to share, using the pictures of Cupcake and C'est Moi when they were still puppies.
I watched Indonesian Idol again and I was quite happy with the result. So nothing to vox and to complain about :)
Show us bricks.
Today was the first time Texas Fried Chicken delivered the food late. I starved as I was chatting with Susan, wondering where's my dinner :) Then suddenly the delivery man called and said that he got lost because the manager who received my order wrote down my address wrongly. So normally it takes them 45 minutes to deliver the food, but today, it took like 90 minutes.
But glad that eventually he arrived. Safe and sound, with a big smile on his face :)
Actually I'm sick of fast food fried chicken, but I had no choice since there's nothing in the fridge I can cook. My soto mie also hasn't come yet, no idea where's Reza. Hehe. Last night Danny still talked about his favorite noodle ever in Chinatown which made me suffer since it's after midnight and I'm super sensitive every time anyone talk about food. My tummy connects my mind so well, and it growls sadly every time it feels like eating...
I ordered 3 pieces of chicken and a piece of chicken liver. I ate a piece of chicken and the liver, so I still have 2 more pieces of chicken which I will eat tomorrow for my lunch and dinner :)
I think I were a cannibal in previous life. I was born in the year of rooster, I shouldn't eat chicken as much as I do. Eating chicken means eating my own "people".
I'm waiting for Indonesian Idol on TV in less than 30 minutes.
I can't describe how I feel now. I think it's more sad than happy, but not really sad. Just hopeless and sad. Not hopelessly sad :)
So it's not really bad.
And this is Agek. A friend of mine that lives nearby. She wasn't my friend before she became my friend Maya's sister-in-law, because that's how we met :)
She will be more than happy to kill me if she knows I post this picture on-line. Hehe.
My in-land phone line has been broken since last night, and it's getting fixed now. The wireless internet is being slow, too - so I can't upload these pictures in their original size. Had to resize it up to 500px :(
I'm looking forward to get my soto mie later when Reza comes in the evening. Yay! More foodie!
I seriously didn't realize that my socked foot looks like a phone in these pictures until I transferred the files to my computer :D
The dialogs are my imaginary, so don't take it personally. The stupid silly one should be me, since I was talking on the phoot :)
May I know your shoe size so I can call you on my phoot?
When did changing your Facebook status start counting as staying in touch with your friends? How is "what do you mean what did I do last night? dude, check my FB status" acceptable? What if everyone changed their status to "out getting a fucking life" and actually followed through on it?
Why can't I see boobs on American television? How come I can see someone with "blunt force trauma" to the head on literally every episode of CSI, but not a pair of good old fashion all American breasts? What is more shocking to me as a human being? A guy with his brains seeping from his skull or a juicy pair of wholesome titties?
Are video game cheat codes tainting the value of hard work in the minds of our youth? Will someone ever invent the "get a girl to sleep with you" cheat code or a level skip password for when you have to go to church? Are our future leaders going to be constantly searching GameFaqs.com for the world peace map hack? If real world hacks and cheats actually do exist, should I be really afraid of Asian kids right now?
Why are there so many add-ons for my browser? Where is our society heading when you need Internet Explorer to tell you what day it is and what the weather is like outside? When do real life add-ons like a job or future aspirations come into play? Where can I download the "cougar radar" add-on?
Why do I have people as friends on Facebook that I wouldn't even dream
of considering my friends in real life? How can I go to a party and not
say a single word to someone, yet with the aid of their Facebook
photos, know how many chunks were in their vomit last Saturday night?
Who is in control of the fucking media these days? If Tara Reid, Lindsay Lohan, and Britney Spears all died in a horrific bumper boats accident, would life go on? Is anyone else disgusted that when I say the word "Paris", you immediately picture a ridiculously spoiled famous-for-nothing jizz continuum, rather than a beautifully romantic city in France?
Why are our emotions limited to the amount of smilies we've downloaded? How many different ways can your computer smile at someone else's computer? Does exchanging emoticons on AOL or MSN count as a face to face meeting? In the future, will important business meetings be held via conference call or AIM group chat? What is the smiley for "society is royally fucked"?
I'm not here to provide answers, really. I'm not an "answers" sort of guy. Just a few things to ponder while you plan out your day of surfing the web, browsing the web, shopping on the web, webbing the web, looking at porno on the web, seeing the weather on the web, and talking on the web. Web web.
Unplug yourself.
And maybe while you're outside doing real people stuff you can urge your friends to read my blog.
My Room Mate is a Druid!!!11
About 12 years ago, I started my first day at a new school. I was just sort of lingering around the school yard avoiding the cooties epidemic that had reportedly taken the swing set by storm, and hoping to maybe strike up a conversation with a prospective friend. Just as I was dodging an errant 4 square ball, I heard a little British voice say something like "why don't we ever play soccer?" I liked soccer.
That little British voice turned out to be the voice of my future roomate, Michael.
Fast forward 12 years and I hate his damn guts. Maybe I'm embellishing a smidgen because deep down I guess I really love the little fucker, but man can he be hard on my spirit. When writing this blog, I had to consider him to be the greatest source of my material. There was no debate on whether he would be mentioned at great detail in various blog entries. The real question was "should I base the entire fucking thing on this guy?" And believe me, I could have.
The other day, I had someone over and for some reason we ended up in Michael's room watching him hard at work. See, Michael is under constant pressure at his job. Inflation is driving the value of gold way up and special professions are valued highly in the workplace. The economy is headed towards a recession in the wake of a brutal and pointless war (no he doesn’t work for the U.S government, good guess though!). Being a member of the Horde has caused undue on stress on Michael in the recent weeks. (What? The Horde?) Oh, did I forget to mention that Michael's job is playing World of Warcraft? I consider him to be an innovator by paying $14.99 plus applicable taxes each month to basically work a 9 to 5 job, except that job is a retarded video game. I'm sure there's been enough WoW hate blogs to clog Amy Winehouse's heroin wounds, so I'm not going to spend my time bashing the game or the people that play it. In moderation, the game is decently entertaining and I just want to make that clear. But C'MON. Seriously. C'mon. Spending 6 hours a day killing wolves over and over again so you can get to a higher level, which just enables you to kill slightly bigger wolves over and over again?
So here we are in Michael's room watching him play this sense numbing mind fuck of a video game and of course Michael is right into it. He’s got the gamer fuel in one hand, and a ridiculously expensive and aerodynamic wireless mouse in the other. (Aside: the amount of sex you have is in direct correlation to how much your mouse looks like the batmobile. [Adam West version...obviously]) While we looked on in quasi embarrassment for both ourselves and him,
*Cue the Danny Tanner morality speech music*
Why is it that we, as humans, have the ability to see fundamental changes that need to be made within ourselves, yet do not possess the skills to ACTUALLY make them? No matter what your girlfriend says, people can't change. Besides, your girlfriend is a c-word anyways. Break up with her and let's go for hot wings. Sure, people can stop smoking or walk differently (white thug swagger WHUT?), but the most primal constructs of our mind are final. No returns, no exchanges. I've seen people make changes in the short term, and sometimes even successfully for a brief period of time, but in the end you're going to end up like you always were. If you're a girl who cheated on her boyfriend in high school, I can guarantee you're going to be a wife who cheats on her husband in the office bathroom with the ethnic janitor that's always swearing too much. There's nothing you can do to change that. So maybe we should just learn to deal with ourselves and the people around us, and just take them at face value. Believe me, it's the only value there is to be had. We're only as deep as our ability to deceive.
Michael is no different. He knows that he's spiraling downwards into a vacuum of lazy, and he can even recognize that a change needs to be made, yet these changes will never come. Why? Well, because we're fucked as humans. We're animals and animals do what they were programmed to do. Lions are programmed (according to Walt Disney) to kill and eat Wildebeests. If you tried to ask a Lion to "change" and maybe give tofu a try...he would literally claw a gap in your windpipe. Similarly, Michael was hard wired to order pizza, play WoW and take intermittent breaks comprised of jacking off at feverish paces. I say fuck it; you're always one bad day away from shooting yourself in the face anyways. Just do what you wanna do. Don't agree to change when you know you can't and never inconvenience yourself with worrying about making someone else happy. Life is shorter than Gary Coleman's cane so just spend more of it doing all the bad shit you think other people wouldn't approve of and less of it worrying about pleasing people who are secretly doing bad shit you wouldn't approve of.
Michael, your druid is awesome and so are you, buddy.
As always, I continue to urge you to be my friend and read my blog and tell your friends that I’m fun and good for you too.
