People of Albania!

Well, you never know when one of them might drop by; but Bush didn't send troops during the Kosovo conflict, Clinton did. Guess what Bush did though? Declare war on an oil-rich country with no WMDs present anywhere on Iraqi soil.

Cool?

A Father's Portrait

This is a story of a father's role, a father's duty and most importantly, a father's solemn vow. But it is not a story to be told within these written words, instead it will be expressed in the picture below.

A father's role is an educational one; bringing his child up to know the difference between what is right and what is wrong. A father's duty is that of a guardian; protecting his child from whatever harm that may come. A father's solemn vow is one that is enduring; always being there, whenever his child needs him.

If you are a father, always be proud of your child. If you are a son, always be proud of your father.

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Life is a Scone

Don't ask me why I'm saying this, but 'Life is a scone'. I sat down today at Starbucks Coffeebean with Zijill, and I was eating a scone, thinking "Ahh, this is the life..." and somehow, that got translated to 'Life is a Scone'.

I mean, it's only good if it's hot, and you can't simply enjoy it on its own. Well, you could, but it wouldn't be as good as, oh say, buttering it up and putting a layer of jam on it.

So, Life is a scone. Yeah, I'm a friggin' scholar.


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Women!

Can someone please tell me; 'WHY ARE WOMEN SO BLOODY COMPLICATED??!!'

Seriously, I mean what do they want? I guess this requires some background.

*Cue dreamy-looking scene*
I was once a very controlling boyfriend; Whatever my girlfriend was doing, whenever she was doing it, I needed to know. I mean like every detail, who's going with her, what time she'll be done, how she's gonna get back home, right down to a background of the friends who are going (that is if I didn't already know them.

However, after losing one to this volatile habit of mine, I toned down a little, only asking for the most rudimentary of information like the 'what are you doing?'-s and the 'when'-s, which I thought was pretty reasonable. Wasn't a boyfriend supposed to at least know what his girlfriend was doing?

Even that was too much. One thing you have to understand, I'm not like the other guys, I have issues with insecurity and I have a need to know everything. I won't chalk it up to me being concerned or anything, I was just a control freak; insecure and hating any situation that I'm not in control of.

So, I worked to get rid of my insecurities, and I worked very hard for it. I can proudly say that I can call you up(if you were my girlfriend, that is), and if you say you're out drinking with some friends, I'm not going to go beyond that. If you wanted to divulge more information, you would. If not, then it'll be a conversation piece the next day.

*Cut flashback*

Now, apparently, being controlling = caring. That's right, being controlling means you bloody care. SINCE WHEN???!! I really have no idea.

How did I find this out? Well, that's another story in itself, but it can be summed up as 'boy likes girl, girl likes other guy'. Now, this other guy isn't her boyfriend, but treats her like she is anyway and controls every single aspect of her life. I mean this girl reports every move she makes.

I ask her why, "Because he said so". They both work in the same office btw, which was why I was surprised when they argued over her not IM-ing her that she was leaving the office (I was driving her to college for a party). Best part? She already APOLOGIZED, but the guy wouldn't let go.

And then she can ask me "Why does he care so much?"

Honestly, I really feel like giving up on women, love and the like. So please please, help me understand why women like to complicate matters so much?

Singapore: Lesson's Learnt

Things that I need to remember in a travelling companion:
1) Must not have bladder the size of a pea
2) Must not fuss over every tiny detail
3) Must have appropriate travelling shoes
4) Must have enough money to split the accomodation costs
5) Must have own perfume/cologne/toothpaste/towel/deoderant/hairspray/gel/hair wax/ (I could go on)
6) Must definitely be interested in waking earlier
7) Must understand that I am anal about timing

That is all

Brief Update

I'VE GOT A NEW JOB!!!!

Irony

Like, you've got to appreciate the irony when the one thing you feared, but everyone kept telling you won't happen so much that you finally believed them. And one day, it does happen.

Irony...

I tried smoking today...

Yeah, like the title says; I tried smoking today. It was a really long day; woke up early to meet with the clients, present some creatives, sell sell sell, "Yes ma'am, it'll look better if we did it your way ma'am, but don't you think the target market would be bla bla bla bla bla,"-ing all the way til I finally got it approved, then driving back, coordinating 3 projects at the same time while juggling another big one that came up last minute.

After all that was done, or rather it should've been over when the files left the building, I sat down with a colleague who was smoking. Feeling stressed out, I just asked, "Boleh tak?" while pointing to her cig pack and she said yeah and promptly handed it to me.

Only after she saw me light up did she ask, "Hey, since when did you smoke?".

"About now..." I replied as I took my first puff in a long long time.

And I took a really long puff, exhaling after what seemed like an eternity of sucking on that damned filter and I felt... nothing...

I never really understood the concept of smoking, even when I was addicted to it more than 10 years ago. I mean, i drew no sense of calm out of it, I definitely didn't feel any cooler after smoking than I was before I started. All I did feel was light-headed, but I could bloody well achieve the same effect by spinning myself round and round til I got dizzy and dropped to the floor.

So what is the deal with smoking anyway? Why do so many people smoke? I mean you pay a good RM5.50 (or something close to that price) for a 14's pack just to get a dry throat, yellowed teeth and a high that can be achieved with a good chair on wheels? See, if anyone of you ever caught me paying for a pack of ciggarettes, I want you to take that pack, smash it into my head and call me 'potty-mouth' or 'asshole' or something, use your imagination.

I mean, I struggled with just that one stick; my throat felt funny, my can of coke tasted weird, just very very weird, and I had tar breath for the rest of the day. How some people can finish even a pack a day is beyond me.

Ugh, I think that'll be my last stick for the rest of my life. Now I gotta get me another glass of water, my throats feeling funny all over again.