Archive | June, 2008

Weekend Ramblings: Lame, Bored Party Edition

28 Jun

i left in a hurry. Too soon for most people’s comfort. So much so that there were murmurs and suspicions as to reasons for my hasty departure. Somethings cannot be helped. Even if it was as trivial as having to be up early at work. Then again i had no reason to stay.

For once in my adult life i felt totally out of place, left out and isolated. With people who i know. Knew rather. Heck, i spent more time talking to absolute strangers instead of my apparent friends.

Add to the fact that i simmering with the presence of a certain drug laced casting couch prop didn’t help matter. Nor did the impending arrival of the lovelorn, sleaze ball agent pique my interest to see the object of his affection (or affliction depending who you ask) sternly message all and sundry to ask him to cease and desist his advances that can be only described as lecherous, which still is putting it lightly.

Neither did the presence of Lollywood’s answer to Laurel and Hardy nor did the Nosy Wannabe Director do me any favors rather than prolong my agony and increase my desire to lunge to the door.

Let’s face it, things change, people change, scenario’s change. And being at an ex’s birthday party isn’t exactly the best place to be when everyone’s monitoring you for change or any sign of resentment, jealousy or just anything to keep the rumor mill operational.

The world would be a better place the day we realize that change is inevitable. Except from a cabbie.

Now Listening To: Enter Shikari – The Feast

My Fortress of Solitude

26 Jun

Let’s face it, the world is a very inquisitive place. People want to know what you’re upto, what you’re doing, who you’re doing, why you’re doing what you’re doing and the list goes on. While i could fill up an entire year in just posting the billion permutations and combinations of the terms “you” and “doing” with regards to your friends collectively known as Big Brother, the most important thing is this, they want to know what you’re really thinking.

Sure if they were smart enough they’d realize that to get that information out of you they’d either have to:

1. Be psychic.

2.  Be you.

3. Be you and be psychic.

And since they’re none of the above , they’re watching like voyeurs watching random acts of debauchery during a night of alcohol fuelled brutality.

In spite of the fact that it is irritating, they’re dumb enough to continue. Which brings me to the crux of this post. Most of folk don’t realize we need space. Space to think, space to reflect, space to vent rather than be encased under the nano-scopic purview of the public (or in this case) social eye that monitors your every action, interpreting (misinterpreting it rather) in the basest way possible leading to scenarios that would make Max Mosley’s video exploits seem like a regular family home video.

Ergo, keeping this in mind, this blog is my virtual fortress of solitude, or my freestyle dojo. Free from those who call themselves “friends” and others who’re nosy enough to give Pinocchio an inferiority complex. Anonymity has it’s perks. This is one of them.

Now Listening To: Tiesto – Carpe Nocturn

Co-Co-Co-Combo Breaker!

24 Jun

So first i’m told i’m freely substitutable with some village druggie. And then right afterwards, i hear that my grand mom might have Parkinson’s.

And i said to myself, what a wonderful world.

Mini-Tragedy

23 Jun

After getting back from another night of coffee with some friends, i just realized a few things.

First up, i’m still bitter as hell about the Ex being a douche and dumping me. i wish she would just rot in hell. After three years of being in a relationship you just don’t give up on someone in such a perverse fashion. i wished i never met her. i wish i never knew her. Heck, i wish the last three years never happened.

Secondly some friends, even after knowing them for close to forever, tend to be evil, selfish pigs. They only get in touch when they need tech support, they only call when they’re in a spot of bother and they’re only interested in you when they need something done. If there’s one thing i’m happy with, i can judge and nullify those weeds from my life.

Thirdly, my damn ceiling is leaking. And no it’s not water. It can’t be what with my room located just below the third floor office’s Director’s latrine.

Meh. On the bright side, MGS4 rocks. And Hideo Kojima is God.

Now if you’ll excuse me i’ve a weekly grind to negotiate. This 9 to 6 stuff (even if awesome) is tiresome.

Now Listening To: Metal Gear Solid 2 – Metal Gear Solid 2  Main Theme

Mid-Weekend Scribblings

21 Jun

Work’s been good. Borderline kind actually. So much so that i’ve found enough time to get my PS3 repaired and plough through the first two acts of MGS4. Apart from that i’ve made peace with an old friend. And about time too.

Just wish i could say the same about the state of affairs with a few other people i claim to “know” it’s just that some wounds…never heal.

Oh yeah and i caught the new Hulk movie today. Elizabeth Tyler is drop dead gorgeous.

Now Listening To: Planet Funk- Chase the Sun

Welcome To The Weekend of Fail

15 Jun

Drunk to the point of memory loss+ Puking all over the house + Revelations that you talked too much after boozing + Spin of Death PS3 failure during MGS4 Act 1 opening CG = FAIL.

Now listening: Metallica – It’s Electric

Meh

5 Jun

Sometimes knowing what you want can be the greatest tragedy of all.

Now Listening To: Late Night Alumni – The Rest of You

You know you’ve got up on the wrong side of the bed when…

4 Jun

The only song that’s stuck in your head on loop is Aqualung’s Strange But Beautiful. If that wasn’t irritating enough, you wake up a good three hours later than you were supposed to, missing a crucial class and being late for work. And if that hasn’t got your goat, try the scorching heat which makes walking outside a giant sweat-a-thon so much so that you’ve managed to generate enough perspiration to fuel a nuclear power plant.
And if you think it ends there you’re mistaken, you end up getting asked three fucked up questions in the space of an hour. The first one being to choose between red and leopard printed bras.

Hold it, it gets better the second question allows you to choose between burping or coughing while kissing the girl of your dreams while on the first date.

No, wait the pain isn’t over yet…the third asks if you were getting orally gratified would it be because you prefer her on her knees or because of the 10 minutes of silence?

Yeah in spite of having a semi-messed up day at least you weren’t the person who was asked to choose between pleasuring a 10 year old girl or a 100 year old woman.

All isn’t lost. Yet. You could be the guy driving the forklift in this picture and do one better. By “one better” we mean, actually failing epicly.

Meh

3 Jun

So yeah, this will be the last numbered post for awhile, it’s getting a tad monotonous. And less of those idiots i have to, for the lack of a politically correct slur, call friends. Thank the heavens most of them are leaving. Or at least the asshats from the bunch. Well, here goes:

1. After consuming a little too much alcohol Mr. Photographer reveals that he still hates my guts for saying something i have every damn right in the world of stating. i guess if someone asks his imaginary girl friend out (within a day or two of him being dumped), he’d just go into his shell. Asshole. Gotta love Sundance, social settings and whiskey for bringing out the best in people. Or wankers.

2. Madame Phone-in-Beer Dropper has donned the role of complete ignorer to the hilt. Not only does she not answer phone calls but she refuses to call back either. She’d probably call when she needs career advice, job help or anything of the sort that she, in her capoeria induced haze cannot comprehend.

3. The Female Desperado has become more sluttier than usual. It’s amazing how one trip for further studies reduces some people to mere caricatures of themselves. Tis a good thing she’s going. The only word that comes to mind when she’s around or mentioned is “unbearable”.

4. The Ex-Girlfriend has moved on in life and now shares an amicable relationship with Slacker Ninja. And about time too.

5. Mr. Man isn’t going to be around for the Female Desperado’s party. This will be a fun night what with being replete with bitchery among other things like more bitchery. In vitriol flavor too. Should make up from the last boring do at the wannabe- named, wallet raping Bootleggers in spite of boasting the holy trinity of The Female Desperado, The Banshee and Dopey.

6. Slacker Ninja’s sibling, Slacker Ninjarette got herself pathetically sloshed. To the point where she graced her cellphone, bed, clothes, fashion accessories and almost her Mac Book with vodka stenched puke. Fun times brought to you by the village idiot who “forgot” to fill her stomach with something remotely edible before binging. Looks like we have a front-runner for douche of the year. Then again almost everyone mentioned in this post is.

7. GTA4 sucks frog testicles. Hype is evil. It kills games when they fail to meet a certain level of expectations. On towards MGS4 then.

8. Speaking of hype, Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull managed to deliver. Just barely, but enough to justify spending an exorbitant wad of notes on getting movie tickets. Fun times.

9. Sushi is the food of gods. Only with soya sauce, wasabi and Japanese ginger though.

10. i quit my job. Here’s to hoping for some crucial work experience at my next port of call. And that it lasts longer than this one. Or my last one even. One year or bust.

11. There is no eleven.

Now Listening To: Aqualung – Strange And Beautiful