My valiant attempt in twisting a descriptive piece

Familiarity Breeds Contempt


Closing the door behind me, I made my way down the flight of stairs that led from my house to the gravel pathway outside. Upon reaching a turn, I stopped and stole a quick glance down Clemington Street. “Same shit, different day.” I muttered to myself and crossed the scarred road towards Starbucks.

Work started at eleven but I was usually out of home by eight. Following my daily routine, I walked over to my usual seat at Starbucks that was adjacent from the glass windows, receiving a view of the place I hated most.

“The usual,” I yelled over to Frank, my most trusted waiter.

“Sure. Same shit different day.”

When my ‘White Chocolate Mocha’ arrived, I took a sip and observed the boring street of Clemington.

The busy road was filled with incessant traffic. Amongst the traffic were red buses packed with people wearing ‘panic’ on their faces. Men and women late for work strutted past the window in their El Padre coats, shooting hateful glances at me, obviously jealous of my idleness.

By nine, the rush hour had cleared off and the river-like flows of Hondas were replaced by streams of slow-moving Mercedes. Behind each wheel sat Mr-I-Am-The-Boss-So-I-Take-My-Time.

I took another sip of my mocha and resumed observing the ugly neighbourhood. Old, worn-out terraces lined the pavements, each standing about three stories high. Wilted lilies and roses ‘decorated’ the gates that guarded each apartment. Disgustingly red mailboxes were positioned at crooked angles from the entrances of each apartment. Tall palm trees planted outside the houses loomed, impaling dark silhouettes over them. The litter-strewn pavements were colonized with little piles of dog turd, giving rise to a stench so foul that I thought I could actually see wafts of pungence pulsing from it.

At ten, grumpy housewives began exiting their homes to walk their dogs. Leashed to their owners, the ill-tempered bulldogs and border collies growled at any moving thing in sight.

I finally rose from my seat half an hour later. Finishing up the mocha, I zipped up my jacket, grabbed my suitcase and made my way towards the exit of Starbucks.

“Pin it to my tab, Frank,” I waved before pushing open the unnecessarily-heavy glass doors and walking out, leaving behind me the only nice guy in the neighbourhood. I then started towards the old building of Bartley Brothers where I would spend the next eight hours working. Same shit, different day.

29/4/03

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Rebel not intended

I came home from training today, ate a heavy dinner and went to my room. 15 mins later I was laying on my bed. The sleepiness set (chlorine works wonders) and I dozed off. I got up two hours later when i finally realised the disaster. I slept on a full stomach. So here I am glum and writing. Vain? I really have been gaining weight!

So Father here I lay before you thirsty for answers.
Why is it that you shouldn't sleep after a meal, and yet it is after a meal that you turn sleepy? Why is it that the most sumptious choice of food is always the most unhealthy one? Why is it that every good meal conjured by a parent is always spoiled by an additional dish that ruins your appetite? Why is it that when I skip a meal you'll make me walk to the kitchen and gobble junk which is definitely worse than having your meal in the first place? Why is it that after you pop the first tic tac in your mouth, you can't help but to tip the entire container in? Why is it after sports that downing sodas and isotonics feel so rewarding, even though you know that a can of coke is the reciprocal equivalence of all the exercise you just did? Why is it that the food your friend ordered always turns out more appetising than yours? Why are there so many fast food joints located so damned near my place? Why are taxi stands always in walking distance? Why is it that I come home from trainings, working out and other activities, whilst all Fender ever does is to eat and sleep, and still I'm at least ten times fatter then her? Why do people like Vernon, Arnold and Melissa exist without me being in their club? Why is it that figures of buddhist worship are all depicted fat, yet homosapiens of lasses' desires have to be slim? Why, God why, can I never have the discipline to be lean?

This brings me to a new chapter of physics.

LAWS THAT PROVE GOD IS REALLY OF HUMOUR.

Lorenz's Law of Mechanical Repair: After Your hands are coated with grease, your nose begins to itch.
Anthony's Law of the Workshop: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.
Kovac's Conundrum: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged tone.
Cannon's Karmic Law: If you use the excuse that you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will actually have a flat tire.
O'brien's Variation Law: If you change queues, the one you left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.
Bell's Theorem: As soon as the body is immersed fully in the bathtub, the telephone will ring.
Rubys Principle of Encounters: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are in a situation where you do not want to be seen by anybody.
Willoughby's Law: When you try to prove to the repairman that a machine doesn't work, it will.
Zadra's Law of Biomechanics: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reachability of the area.
Breda's Rule: At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.
Owen's Law: As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.
Wooly's law: When you are working late, the boss will never be around. When you are surfing the net the boss will always drop by.

These are just a few of the collated quantum rules of life I obtained from various sources. Feel free to comment.

Now that this entry has taken me just enough time for the digestion of what's left of dinner in my stomach that hasn't been converted to fats, I am going back to bed.

FYI shredding is a type of guitar technique. This is really good.

Fry, Hermes and Bender takes up roles FFX

My synopsis for a great movie

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT - Ashton Kutcher wants to be taken seriously so badly it hurts. So does this metaphysical mess of a movie, a pseudo time-travel drama so complicated it takes the last ten minutes of the show (as agreed enthusiastically by a reliable friend) just to establish the gimmick. And a gimmick it is.

Adolescent Evan Treborn has blackouts. Terrible things happen with alarming frequency -- his best friend's father is an alcoholic kiddie pornographer whose abuse turns his son into a brutal psycho and his daughter into a suicidal wreck -- and he can't remember a thing.
When Evan grows up to become Kutcher he discovers he has the power to travel back to those blank moments and change the fabric of time, or at least restitch his part of the quilt.

Unfortunately, every change reverberates through other lives as well. As he keeps rewriting the grim drama, playing God with the best intentions and the most ill-prepared plans, his hoped-for happy endings always twist into horrible tragedies.

His childhood sweetheart (Amy Smart) becomes a junkie hooker. A boyhood chum turns juvenile murderer. Evan himself beats a man to death in a rage and becomes fresh meat in a maximum-security prison. Each nightmare becomes darker, shrouded in a shadowy gloom.

I first watched the movie in the theatre with a couple of friends a few years back, without an idea of who or what it was going to be about. The gang had been debating over Gospel of John, and I was pro for it since I never did enjoy Krutcher flicks. Yet I was aware of the chaos theory and the fact that Krutcher is going for the switch in roles sadly fascinated me. So Butterfly Effect we watched, and we left the theatre both impressed and glad we chose this one. At the same time we were laughing our asses off when Don left this comment as the credits rolled, ' I dont get it, so who is John?' ( that idiot really did )

A month later, as always after every good movie, I was curled up in front of my computer watching the show again on DVD. This time I noticed splices that were vaguely dissimilar or entirely absent from the threatical one (there was a naked woman lol but relax its PG honest ) and amazingly, the ending was completely different. ( this version better yet ) Soon I found myself watching and re-watching the show with friends over the next 2 years, not what I usually would do - I collect good shows yea but I didnt really have my sister's sick habit of intensive rewatching before this . I wanted people to watch this being the charismatic and generous me =D. The last time was with Vernon and just like everyone else he enjoyed it.

So all this being said, I suggest you approach me for the DVD and I will be glad to share. Jin Hao's loaning it for the week tho but you can try your luck. Who knows I may have copies. No actually I don't. I'm not that crazy.

To Ashton Krutcher: Give up comedy acting. This and The Guardian were a hit.

Crouch shorter than Garcia

Air Tapping

Noodles Decides To Keep Blog Running

BREAKING NEWS. I guess i am keeping this blog after all. Im not sure why I even started it... Maybe its cos of memories I wanna keep? Im going to lose alot of good things this yr and i dont intend to forget them. I duno ill try to keep this running but chances are it wont stay. hahaa. ciao people

PS Vernon its Daniel Tan isnt it? hahaa

You are not welcomed yet

Greetings all. I bet Vernon's the only one seeing this tho. I'll think of whether or not I'll get this blog up in due time. Right now it isn't. =D