//my cosy space of thots//

Monday, January 28, 2008

Sometimes. when boredom repeatedly forces us to question our purposes of living on this heated earth, the only agent that we can turn to is something beyond what we r faced with everyday; be it the fantasy of licking ur eye candy during those hypnotizing lectures (if there's any), or frantically gobbling down that cup of popcorn w/o realising what's really up on the movie screen. In any way, to single out the above as examples is definitely not within my desire, since they're part of my everyday desires. =p

With the extremely limited amount of entertainments blessed upon us by the omg-so-freaking-rich saf, i still find it quite satisfying to be sitting in front of a small tv in the office with a pack of indented ration, speculating on a bunch of squalid millionaire-wannabes trashing out each other thru' brain+brawl+(hell LOT)backstabbings to become..

... SURVIVOR ._.china._. !!!

The 15-seasons old survivor trilogy has once again groped my heart since the last era, when i watched the tournament taking place in Australia. The surprise in mi is that it is still fighting for a spot of recognition on the ever-growing list of reality shows that has protruded as 1 of the mainstream programme genre the world won't stop watching today.

A simple calculation___

1 season= 1 survivor= 1 million
15 seasons= 15 survivors= 15 millions...

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hmm.. dun think the this fellow would be very shocked; the amount isn't even enuff to buy supplies of bread crumbs for the soldiers at Iraq.

ok.

But with all due respect, i guess the ultimate survivor is the guy who forked out those massive amount of green papers . The man behind the show curtains, Mark Burnett.

with wife Roma Downey

...Seriously if i were his wife, i would have clawed him more than a zillion times hard for siphoning off millions to fund these stupid shows which could have been my ALLOWANCE.

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Nways, the survivor is none other than Todd Herzog 22, who worked as a manager for movie theater n theme park, a flight attendant n what he has promulgated before the competition, a gay. Not particularly exemplifying this, but the truth is that his sexual orientation, in my opinion, made him virtually the most strategic of all in the survivor race.

How? 1 may ask. (C'mon, ASK.)

Simple. by virtue of his pure bitchiness. So pure that it superseded the rest of the female contestants whom survived until his disposal of them thru' his unscrupulous maneuvering of human greeds n fragile alliances. Not that it's bad, but i find his way of climbing to top so SO distasteful that i didn't wish for him to win that million bucks, compared to Amanda Kimmel 23, a hiking guide n ex-beauty pageant from i dun really know where.

...

Already off the hook on understanding?

In shorter words, girls too trusted him, the rest can't wait to leave him. that's why he won.

Intriguing. the human mind as always. But that's probably why the show's a bomb, cause we just wanna observe the naked instincts of the contestants in getting what they really want, not just what they do in their everyday lives.

Reflections, cause it's all human.

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With an end to this series of survivor intrigue, the initial mood now has certainly fallen back on fearing what's in the daily ration for mi.. *horrors

escorted; - 11:20 PM;

Monday, January 21, 2008

Noticed ur presence, a thousandth of a mile.
tried to miss the face, but just can't miss the smile.
that what tantalized my heart, at the very start.
i could have called u, but i never did.
for what purpose it serves; to mi n to u.
nothing. nothing more than mere vacuity.
can't be cut further with that sliver of memory; it hurts honestly.
but the wound is healing, it really is.
cause that glimpse of ur look, with the him beside,
i'm just happy that u're happy, wherever u r.

whatever u'll be. =]

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+"He Ren Dong- He Se Chi Pang"+

escorted; - 12:18 AM;

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Being alone isn't that easy, especially so when u're performing duty.

Unknowingly, i've realised my ears could no longer tolerate silence easily when darkness creeps in somehow, sometimes. Perhaps my mind has submitted to its perfunctory desolation once again, which is rather not uncommon when i'm stuck in my no.4 at some alien compound coined army camp. Most duty nights can either be a nasty fight between my slipper n cockroaches purveying from the male toilet, at a rate depending on how scrumptious r our meals; or some flies of variating species boasting their presence all around while ignoring mine. If that's not enough, the occassional howling of stray dogs did successfully help spark off further irritations down my nerves.

Nways. just a day ago heralded the 1 yr anniversary of this most uninteresting fragment of my life. What can i say? Life's boredom at its fullest. With unpredictability exercising its almighty prowess along the journey of us NSFs, i suppose it's still quite early to harvest n conclude my thots, be it the demeriting or bitching of specific military personals. xp

But then again, i do need some aspects of this living. At least the soul embittered under the toilsome regime of education for the past few yrs has got a few percentage pts moderately revived, thou at the expense of becoming (a lil' bit) dumb to anything academically.

Ahm, my initial desire of this entry was to muse bout sth rather philosophical (if the attempt doesn't fail) actually, but the ultra-serenity surrounding mi had decentralised my this wish into mere futility, n certainly hastened the need for mi to head for the bunk bed anytime soon.

Funny.. when focusing for mi remains implausible as ever when it's too noisy or quiet. i guess i need the stray dogs now.

escorted; - 12:19 AM;

Thursday, January 3, 2008

A man plays catch with his pet.

*Click to play!

Having fun?

But looks like it's the mouse that is having fun.. now who says smaller animals r easier to raise? x]

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+"Soda Green: Zuo Bian"+

escorted; - 7:14 AM;