considering that it's about 3 in the morning and that i have to make my way to the airport in slightly more than 6hrs, i really shouldn't be here. but heck that.

while i'm really glad to be actually flying out of the airport instead of heading there to chill, there's a part of me that's not too excited about my first holiday this year (taiwan in apr doesn't count for i was there on ah-gong's orders). for starters, i really really like bangkok (who doesn't?) but frankly speaking, was planning to head elsewhere had it not been for my travel companion.

looking on the bright side, while i don't have any say with regards to the choice of destination, itinerary planning's all mine. hoping to condense what i liked from my previous trips and fuse it with some new activities (thai cooking class, chinatown etc). barring any unforeseen circumstances, i'm hellbent on having me some fun on my 4th trip to the thai capital.

will keep ya posted.

tick-tock.

d-day : 43 days and count i n g . . . . . .

seriously, it's about pretty darn time!

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Apr 10 2009 1.03pm

I've figured out long ago that I'm not much like the average guy. I don't play basketball nor scoccer, don't follow anime nor manga religiously, am not a fan of any console games nor I do I salivate at anything that walks past wearing a skirt. Okay, the last one might be too harsh but heck, even the bestfriend knows a whole lot more about soccer than yours truly. and that says alot when your bf is one of the other gender.

guess what, i'm perfectly fine with that.

well at least i don't degenerate into one of those cussing and swearing slobs who're pretty much devoid of intelligence and whose hygiene and manners go out of the window when they come together with others of the same kind.

hallelujah.

disclaimer: this is not a hate post (or trying not to be too much of one).

backposts part II

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apr 7 2009 10.32pm

Lets bitch.

Well this could very well end up in the wrong hands and come bite my in the rear, but seeing that I'm not divulging any army nor national secrets, I really don't give two hoots about it.

I hate suckers aka bootlickers. In my list, they rank above scum-of-the-earth and serial killers, but just marginally. Just. Unfortunately through the years, I've encountered more than my fair share of them, but that doesn't make me any more tolerable. In fact, I despise them more with each new one I meet. They might think that they're making their lives easier or journeys smoother but the least that they can do is not to be so blatent, lest they incur the wrath of others (like me).

But nope, these people are usually so obvious in their worshipping but so oblivious to just about everything else that they often wonder why others ignore or even hate them so much. Em, good luck with that gaining that realisation guys and oh, watch your back. You never know when that knife's gonna find its way to there.

backposts

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Apr 4 2009 9.43am

I've always wondered if I'm capable of penning those introspective entries that my friends do with such aplomb. Perhaps it's really beyond me to go beyond the surface of things and delve deep within, or that laziness got the better of me, but I'd reckon it's due to the fact that I don't put such thoughts into writing.

I tend to do a lot of self-rationalising and self-talk, which (despite the risk of this post sounding really schizophrenic) I do. I find it easier and more practical unburdening to myself first and work things through instead of running to someone whenever I encounter a problem or obstacle. Most of my issues get solved that way and it allows me to project a calmer (and more put together) front that I really feel within.

While others might read this and think "this guy has got some serious problems with coping" and while I'm all for people having their own opinions, that doesn't mean that I have to agree or conform. To them I say "Go find something better to do with all your thoughts, like uncover a solution to global warming or world proverty if you're that free."

Now excuse me while I go talk to myself in that corner over there.

i know it's been a while since this site has seen action and frankly speaking, i'm rather surprised that i decided to pen my thoughts down after such a long hiatus. old habits die hard, i guess. here're some random entries that i'd keyed into my trusty itouch while on a month long exercise in the roc (that's taiwan to those not in the know).

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Apr 3 2009 7.34am

Maybe it's because I've finished reading all my 5 books, or that I've got nothing better to do at 6.51 on a friday morning. Maybe I'm resisting falling into bed again or it could very well be that I'm just a big ole romantic at heart. So while others around me are engrossed in the PSPs or caught up in their card games, I shall write.

After what happened with Nicholas Sparks in South Africa last year, I really should have know better than to pack yet another potential weep-read with me. Unfortunately it was a spur of the moment decision that resulted in Dorothy Koomson's Goodnight, Beautiful accompanying me on this trip. Devouring the book on the back of a landrover might not have been the best way to relish it (and definitely not doing the author justice), but the emotions I felt were no less strong nor compromised. Here's the blurb which I shamelessly copied from the paperback.

"Everybody has secrets . . . will this one break somebody's heart?

Incredibly moving and powerfully written, Goodnight, Beautiful is a tale of love, friendship and new beginnings."

Falling in love with your best friend might be an often used them in chicklit, and trust me, I've read my fair share of them to provide a (somewhat prejudiced) view. Dorothy manages to weave this together with coping with loss, the illness of loved ones and how to stay strong when everything in your world is falling apart and the only thing you felt like doing was to crawl into bed and never come out again. But I believe that our self-defense mechanism is much stronger than that. Yes, we might shed tears or even break down in times of adversity, but we always bounce back stronger. Scarred and wounded, but stronger.

As usual, I had to take deep breathes and rein myself in throughout the climax of the story to preview myself from tearing. But a good read's always a good read. And I'm passing it to the bf pronto when I get back.