druchu.

stop and think about your life. and then ask yourself why you bothered to stop.

Monday, November 28, 2005

think different - apple.

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They push the human race forward.
And while some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

some random quiz

Life exploring and embracing ideal-seeker

You are always on the look out for new things, you are curious, active and often the first to know. You hate to kill time? that would be cruel, and after all, every moment is precious. You are fully aware that life is a one lap race. You like to enjoy every moment, getting lots out of life, because you put lots in

You like to live a life of action that is based on seeking experience, pursuing plans, dreams, and visions. Other people will tend to see you as multi-talented, diverse, curious, and experienced, with a strong appreciation for beauty, style, and aesthetic flair. You will tend to maintain a youthful spirit, viewing the world as a giant playground

Sometimes you can go crazy with activity, juggling many different activities and plans in their heads at the same time. Others may see you as unusually lucky, although in reality your "luck" happens because you are unusually perceptive of opportunities and quick to grab them. You can be an unusually good problem solvers in a pinch, improvising clever solutions out of whatever is at hand.

Even though your work style seems rather chaotic you are often extremely prolific and productive. Your improvisational ability can means that you can entertaining and comedic, but with a tendency to disappear when slower, boring tasks need to be done. You are also a good "generalists", because you can quickly master several areas of expertise, and cross-fertilize between them.

Famous people with similar traits include:
Richard Feynmann, Warren Buffet, John F. Kennedy, Shirley Temple, Howard Stern, Newt Gingrich, Madonna, Theodore Roosevelt, Jesse Ventura

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

200 magic sticks. and i feel fat. wahaha.

Better Than Ezra - Sincerely, Me

I can still recall
The way you looked that fall
In your favorite dress
The day before you left
And since that time
I wrote a simple rhyme

And I miss you and the things you do
The time we had, the good and bad
The day we met that I can't forget
Signed Sincerely, Me

Are you cross at your loss?
But could you be more obsessive
If I'd given you the chance
But since you asked, a reply but it's the last

And I miss you and the things you do
The love you fake, the heart you break.
The buzz you caught, and the times we fought
Signed Sincerely, Me.
Oh, my God, and don't forget P.S.
I moved away to a new address
It's far away and I think it's best
Signed Sincerely, Me.

Why can't it be like it was?
The rain falls, the summer ends.
Why can't it be like it was?
You always said you'd never go away.

And I confess, I was such a mess
I drove for fifteen hours
On this nasty Greyhound bus
Yes, I've returned.
(You'd think that I would have learned.)

But I miss you and the things you do
The times we had, the good and bad
The day we met that I can't forget
Signed Sincerely, Me

Could you really be a bitch like that?
Broke my door when you stole the cat.
Someone said that you even laughed
Signed Sincerely, Me

Why can't it be like it was?
The rain falls, the summer ends.
Why can't it be like it was?
You always said you'd never go away.

And I miss you...

The hope you give.
The life you live.
The cross you bear.
The way you swear.
The face you make
When you masturbate.
Our bed in the moonlight.
And the night we fought
You were so distraught.
And the lies I denied
Even when you cried,
God knows I apologize,
Signed Sincerely, Me.

Why can't it be like it was?
The rain goes, the sun returns.
Why can't it be like it was?
You always said you'd never go away.
You'd never go away.
You'd never go away.

Signed Sincerely, Me.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

a proper post... as requested by takameimei.

"only post stupid lyrics and emma frost" (toh, 2005)

seriously lor... nothing much to post... as i told nana... my life is pretty boring... if i'm not in school, i'm at work... if i'm not at work... i'm at home... sheesh...

owell, let me tell all of you about work. (you meaning the people who actually read this blog.)

work is fun (ok, maybe not all the time, especially on fridays and saturdays cuz it's damn busy) but a certain big butt is irritating... big butt refused to leave today so i couldn't smoke... and everyone knows that i can't function if i don't get my nicotine fix every now and then... it's called nicotine wihdrawal symptoms... so i was in a really bad mood and all...

and the highlight of today has to be the dumbass who pointed to hot latte on the menu then when i sent it to his table he had the cheek to tell me he ordered an ice latte, not a hot latte. but by that time i couldn't be bothered to correct him cuz he would probably make lots of noise like a wounded bitch... and i was fucking tired... so i just replaced it for him.

i wanna do opening shift lah... just slack behind the bar counter. like i was doing on thursday. although big butt was poking her nose into things. but she taught me how to make cappucino so i guess that interference was for a good cause. unlike some of her other interfering actions. cc-ers will know what i mean by "other interfering actions".

ok you've reached the end of this post, now either comment or check out this video. zul showed it to me. ipod flea. damn funny. "you'll be itching to use it."

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

and so.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W.B. Yeats