So I am stuck in the pharmacy for more than 10 hours. And they keep repeating the same few songs, assuming it's from same CD. True broken player. There is this one song which describes some women who really are in such desperation to just be loved by persons who do not appreciate them. Happens. But disgusting.
Do you really think she can love you more than me, do you really, really think so Do you really think she can love you more than me, baby I know she won't Cause I loved you, unconditionally, I gave you even more than ,I had to give I was willing for you to die, cause you were more precious to me, than my own life
Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Please, please don’t leave me
I won’t believe, that you really, really, wanna leave me, just because of her Have you forgot about, all the things, we’ve been through, she was not the one, who was there for you See, I loved you unconditionally, I gave you even more than ,I had to give I was willing for you to die, cause you were more precious to me, than my own life
Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Please, please don’t leave me
Don’t leave me, I’m begging, I love you, I need you, I’m dying, I’m crying, I’m begging, Please love me I love you, I love you, I’m begging, please love me, I’m begging, I’m begging, Please dont’leave me, no, no, no, no, no
Standing in the pharmacy rigidly for say, 10 hours can really cause you your brain. It's partially liken to selling your soul to the devil and doing time at the same time.
But today. TODAY is slightly out of the ordinary. A stranger got transferred from this pharmacy elsewhere and boy is she entertaining! She is sporting enough to actually open up about her life, her family, and also ahem, her profundity beyond all.
Picture this: 4 middle age women, around 30s to 40s, all have been in the sales marketing business since forever, tattooed eyebrows and dyed hair, individually speaking in their own comfort language, yet trying very hard to make communication able 'cause.....3 speaks Cantonese; one's fine, one can't grasp Bahasa, the other can't speak English. The last one out of the 4 only does no Cantonese or anywhere near it. So all 4 were sharing stories and once in a while pops the question of "What did she say?"......actually more like, "Ha?"
I could understand all 3 languages they used, so I was just standing there participating only not verbally. All I did was just throwing in some simple gesture of a smile, laughter or a nod. Oh. Let's not forget the looks of shock and disgust. *sticks tongue out*
So what I've heard? Woohoo. Plenty!
Lesson 1: Do not pick the wrong husband.
Apparently all of them had some hubby problem; flirting and sleeping with other women, drinking, couldn't care less about the children, squandering their hard earned money on sluts and whores (direct quoted from them! but jokes aside, RM 75 000 within a month!!!).........horny-ness. *ahem* Some of the things they were talking about.....
"Dia malam saja ah, mau la. Kasi saja lor. Apa buat. Saya tidur atas katil macam ikan mati ah orang cina cakap."
"Saya sudah datang itu menapos ah, sudah manyak kering la. Dia kata apa tau. Aiya. Lu jangan risau la. Gua kasi buat lu manyak sup. Manyak jahat oh. Cakap gua sudah kering ah, kasi buat sup oh."
"Yalah yalah. Saya tarak kisah pinya. Saya kasi cakap, satu bulan satu kali cukup. Tarak manyak manyak. Sudah kasi 3 anak tarak cukup. Dia pun tarak kasi anak makan. Saya kerja kerja ah, balik lagi dia mau. Pigi mampus dia."
Lesson 2: Do not have intercourse with your spouse when you are having your menstrual.
Back to the last item in lesson 1. Yeeeeeeeeeeeappppp. One of them had this problem. Well, simply put, he wanted it ALL the time. One day she says she told him she's having her menstrual. He asked for the other erm, 'entrance'. She said noOoooOoo. So, guess what? He went elsewhere seekin' for self-gratification. But the real deal was that, having sexual intercourse during that time of the month can apparently 'cause infections and (insert disgusting stuff). The women's body excrete these unwanted wastes from the body to, well, remove them from the body. Nothing so-very-complicated about that. So, let nature be! Horny men. Can't be saved.
Lesson 3: In case of a husband emergency, dump the man, save the children!
Never ever ever ever ever trust men. According to them, men are nincompoops, wantons, or in Rachel language: dungus! So this is what they told me. Do not trust men, as mentioned earlier. They told me to be sure of having my own personal savings and a separate, hidden bank account so that in any case, you still have yourself to rely on. Hmmm. Oh yeah. Children. Kick the husband, grab the children and fleeeeeeeeeeeee.
That's about what I can remember. *chuckles*
Oh yah. Some events I often see or hear on tele or movies, friends but have yet to witness, actually happened. An adolescent came to the pharmacy, circulating around for quite some time, frantically yet reluctantly looking for something and finally, asking for some pill to so-called 'regulate her menstrual cycle again'. Honestly to me, I really thought she came to only want some Primrose or such, but according to the experienced aunties, and I quote, "This one ah, suuuure pregnant." I didn't believe it. And both of them commented that I was still young, haven't seen the rest of the world, yadda yadda yadda. And one of the 2 added, "Betul la. You tak tau. Kita tengok saja ah, sudah boleh tau la. Ini sudah kena cucuk punya. Biasalah budak-budak sekarang. Kicik-kicik sudah cucuk cucuk. Depan belakang semua cucuk."
Hmmm. The highlight of the day. 3 African girls approached the vitamin counter. All 3 asked for some birth control pills or something similar to what the previous girl has requested; some pill for menstrual. So this auntie thought it would be fun playing along. She dragged them to condom counter and say, "You take this ah, no need to worry about pills la!" The girls were laughing away, flipping the condom front and back. The auntie then took the pink coloured one and said, "This one ah, you use very nice ohhh." It has 'Vibratine' written on it. I felt a bit uncomfortable (though curious) so I walked away. After entertaining them, the auntie came over and said, "Dia amik itu cili padi punya. Saya dalam hati kata gila apa ini orang. Itu ada customer kata itu manyak panas oh. Tarak best. Saya cepat cepat kasi tau dia la. Nanti mati saya kena oh." And she was laughing away.
I was just seeking for some Scrubs vid on YouTube once I found out that people actually post them there. For the past week I have been looking for this one episode in Season 1 entitled "Bed, Banter and Beyond" 'cause I can't seem to download the full story. Well, today is the day I actually get to watch it. For some reason or rather, it was strangely....familiar. Certain parts made me weep when it's not even emotional or near emotional to begin with. I thought I'd share it.....HOWEVER, this morning I found out that the videos have been removed by the user.
They stand, looking at each other. We hear Dr. Cox's voice before we see him, again, in the psychologist's office.
Dr. Cox: Relationships don't work the way they do on television and in the movies: Will they, won't they, and then they finally do and they're happy forever -- gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half the ones that get married get divorced, anyway. And I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, 'cause I do...believe in it. Bottom line...is the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but, the big difference is, they don't let it take 'em down.
He continues speaking as we watch Elliot and J.D., in the break room, silently facing each other.
Dr. Cox: [continuing] ....One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time, if it's right, and they're real lucky. One of them will say something.
After one last look, Elliot turns and walks out of the room. Dejected, J.D. sits down.
Cut to: The Psychologist's Office J.D. sits, facing the camera.
J.D.: Things that wouldn't'a bothered you a week ago in a friendship become so incredibly important when sex is involved. I just...I think it'd be easier if you weren't friends with your girlfriend.... At all.
Cut to: Elliot, taking her turn.
Elliot: I've always been so sure about everything in my life. I was--I was sure I that wanted to be a doctor, and I was sure that I was gonna be married by the time I was 25.... But, relationships.... I always heard that when they were right, they were easy. That--that, even when things got hard...that they were easy. I don't get that at all, you know. [she laughs] How is that possible?
Cut to: J.D. J.D.: Am I in a relationship now?
Back to: Elliot Elliot: ...No. Uh, I'm not in one now.
Back to: J.D. J.D.: [thinks a moment] ......No.
Watched this other one I downloaded today; episode 3 of Season 4; "My New Game". Had the same effect. This is from the last scene.
J.D.: Nice work. Look, man, it was one second of doubt, okay? Since when do you care what anybody else thinks?
Turk: I don't. I care what you think. Since the day I met you, you've...treated me like I was the man, like I could accomplish everything. This is gonna sound lame, but --
Softball Player: I've got it!
Turk: -- your being like that's one of the reasons I've gotten to where I am.
J.D.: Wow. That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
J.D.'s Narration: In the end, every relationship needs maintenance.
Turk: Hey, Ted. Get out the sun, man.
Ted the Lawyer: [angry drunk] You owe me money!
J.D.'s Narration: ...Whether it's the smallest gesture...
HOSPITAL -- HALL
Dr. Cox: Hey, Doctor. Doctor! Want to, uh, you wanna take a look at the guy in 302 and tell me whether or not you think he's really sick or just bonkers?
From producer Morgan Spurlock (Super Size Me) and director Rob VanAlkemade, “What Would Jesus Buy?” examines the commercialization of Christmas in America while following Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping Gospel Choir on a cross-country mission to save Christmas from the Shopocalypse (the end of humankind from consumerism, over-consumption and the fires of eternal debt.) The film also delves into issues such as the role sweatshops play in America’s mass consumerism and Big-Box Culture. From the humble beginnings of preaching at his portable pulpit on New York City subways, to having a congregation of thousands - Bill Talen (aka Rev. Billy) has become the leader of not just a church, but a national movement. Rev. Billy’s epic journey takes us to chilling exorcisms at Wal-Mart headquarters, to retail interventions at the Mall of America, and all the way to the Promised Land on Christmas Day. The Stop Shopping mission reminds us that even though we may be “hypnotized and consumerized,” we still have a chance to save ourselves this Christmas.
Woman. If you are reading this, I am so going to hold it against you if it doesn't happen.
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12:39:00 AM
November 05, 2007
animator vs. animation
Imagine if each and every one of the stickman we draw gets up and kicks our cursor's butt.
A very dear friend of mine once threw something random for me to think about. Though it may not appeal to many, it did me. An idealistic view as to how we, walking brains should live our lives. I may not be able to deliver the aggression and urgency of what he said, but it went somewhere along the lines of these.
Physical. Mental. Spiritual. 3 things we are to keep in tip-top condition. In other words, we ought to be physically fit - to save lives, smart (or at least bother to learn) - to change the world and the third one pretty much explains itself.
"Come on, that's no profundity, that's mere common sense."
True. But hey, how many of us have actually went on being independent of the oblivious herd and fulfilling that sole duty to take care of ourselves? It's a distinct reminder for me 'cause at times I can be a real wreck.I can just laze in front of the comp and be a glutton all day long.
So why the sudden yadda yadda yadda right? It's cause of him....
Terry Fox. Athlete. Humanitarian. Activist. A rare and extreme activist I'd say in fact. His amazing spirit lead on transforming his worst nightmare into a dream-come-true for many. Imagine running 5373 miles for 143 days in the course of raising money for the unfortunate, only to realise that while the cancer on your knee has been removed with severe amputation, your lungs decided to be retaliatory and started developing cancer. On the day he returned to be with his father in heaven, almost the entire Canadian nation attended the funeral and paid tribute to him. There were the press and even celebrities. I wonder if those people who went is now apart or even near being apart of what he had believed in...
How many people out there who could, would sacrifice themselves for others? Face to be faced, there is a selfish monster in each and everyone of us. And most of us bother not to abort it and instead sow it with greed and covetousness. And it's....depressing, really.
The number of those who are able and unable actually fairs quite about the same. And the choice made is always not in favour of the needy. I had an epiphany one night, a few weeks back, about my view and manner of dealing with individuals who come begging for money. It had dawned on me that if they are in dire need of cash for survival, and I have more than enough to keep me surviving for the day, I don't see why not. I used to regard them with disdain (especially those with perfect limbs, hearing and speech) and stubbornly held on to the reasonings of 'what if's and 'why's.
But after that day, I thought to myself, if it's really of bad intention that they come to me for money, aren't they only answerable to only God. In the mean time, regardless of what their best interest may be, I will just.....provide help, in anyway I can. 'Cause hey, if Jesus Christ can die on the cross for unworthy beings like us, what else is there left to say? (",)
*Try to get a hold of The Terry Fox Story or Terry DVD if possible. It's an amazing movie that you wouldn't regret seeing. I cried throughout the entire thing! Literally. The Terry Fox Run is held in 50 countries on a yearly basis all around the world, with the same mission; cancer research. Click here if you wish to know more. For those from Malaysia, this is the run for this year, 4th of November. Click here.
I would wish to convey my regrets and sincere apologies in regards to the multiple postings of YouTube materials. To say that it was not my means to possibly provoke, malign, enrage, aggravate or irritate anybody by repetitively doing so. Again, I am deeply apologetic for my insensitivity and offensive manner in which the postings have been done.
As being the recent recipient of destructive comments for the past few days only have I realised the insidiousness of short-term invariability in the posting of blogs. I have neglected the significant role of being a filler in the life of some and failed to attend to the needs of those who suffer from intense boredom. It is my heartfelt hope that the lesson I learnt from this will remain in that small part of my hippocampus and shall not be repeated.
While the wise and the religious say "Hide your nakedness!", a contemporary pop Australian singer cum actress appears to not fully agree with the admonition . Instead, she states that, "If you are going to take your clothes off for something, it better be for a good cause." I am speechless as my jaw fell ground level when I came across this alluring-suggestive-yet-for-a-good-cause ad.
Ladies and gentlemen.....*cue drum roll*
Yup yup. It's a public service announcement of how going vegetarian can actually erm,...."spice up your life". While going vegetarian has been proven to do you good, I thought to myself, is this the best way to steal 5 minutes of viewers' attention (or in this case, feasibly extended to half an hour or so) to so much hint the advantages of being a vegetarian? As powerful a marketing idea may be, is it powerful enough till it castigates a person of his or her minimal health conscience and direct their sorry asses to Google all about feastingon the greens or.......will it incite them to Google and feast on Sophie Monk instead?
Don't adverts have any moral obligations or restrictions anymore? Especially when it involves a non-profit organisation which fights and stands on the grounding and principles of "animals are not ours to eat, wear, experiment on, or use for entertainment." Are humans then a substitute channel for all that? I mean, I stand on the fence in regards to nudity to a certain extent. 'Self-seeking' due to incurred curiosity is one thing, but when it's a public communication to ALL people, this goes way beyond the lines of just scantily cladding. Come on, it's even more than just partial nudity. There are juveniles, adolescents and even toddlers seeing this. Really. What might the psychological impact be? I think invoking something, especially things contradicting the initial intention isn't exactly encouraging......or safe for that matter.
This is the part where the word freedom is violated. As liberal the term may be, there still are traces of social ethnicity, common beliefs and what not. Freedom isn't exactly careless liberty.
SITTING ON SANTA'S LAP? SOOO YESTERDAY!
Here is another predicament about celebrities in which the public has to face. The confession booth suddenly becomes a burlesque dancer's nest for self-gratification. This is actually part of an album booklet. Yes. A music album. A pop music album. Pop. You know, the genre popular among most youths, broadcast through various media forms. Music album. The kind of thing anyone of any age would acquire from any music stores, ESPECIALLYjuveniles. Place yourself in the position of a perky teenage young girl holding on to this compilation disc booklet (assuming you adore her relentlessly, in spite of) participating in your idol's new fad: priests and scant french outfits. What bla bla bla bla bla.
*grins* Yahha. Another movie to be added to my must-watch-list. One of those uncompromising reality movies which gives you a real slap in the face + 'causes you to shudder, for what reason - self-owned. The rebel against revealing 'the bump' after succumbing to one of the world's greatest pleasures yet worst nightmare. *piuuuuuuuuuuuu* Self-(insert noun) drops down to below ZE-RO.
JUNO stars Ellen Page as the title character, a whip-smart teen confronting an unplanned pregnancy by her classmate Bleeker (Michael Cera). With the help of her hot best friend Leah (Olivia Thirlby), Juno finds her unborn child a “perfect” set of parents: an affluent suburban couple, Mark and Vanessa (Jason Bateman and Jennifer Garner), longing to adopt. Luckily, Juno has the total support of her parents (JK Simmons and Allison Janney) as she faces some tough decisions, flirts with adulthood and ultimately figures out where she belongs.
Once upon a time there was a cow. Yes. A cow. And this cow had a friend. Friend was a sheep. See, both of them were green. In that place they lived in, all things were made green. The mushrooms, the potato land, the trees, the mosquitoes. And suddenly came down a star, CRASHING down to their planet, and ALL things became kalerful! And that star was ME. Rachelli. Ngyahahaha. *Scwoll down pwease*
