Saturday, 30 April 2011
Friday, 29 April 2011
the many plastics
My friends and I went to Soho post wedding and it's not even late evening and we're already killing the planet.
talkin' 'bout Royalty
The first time I had a glimpse of DIANA on telly, I knew she'd be more than special. I was right. Watching the WILLIAM-KATE wedding proceedings today just confirms how much Diana's missed.
day off
These two are the reason why I have another day off from work.
I know this is a historic event (the wedding) but it makes me pine for Diana and her graciousness.
I know this is a historic event (the wedding) but it makes me pine for Diana and her graciousness.
Thursday, 28 April 2011
remnant
My friend PJ asked me AGES ago to write something about this photo. PJ is one helluva talented guy when photography is concerned and so I obliged (and of course, he's a friend - second reason, LOL). Here's that piece...
TITLE: CLOSURE
PHOTOGRAPHER: PJFAVILAPHOTOGRAPHY-LONDON
(www.pjfavilaphotography.com)
- web under construction-
WRITER: RIAN MAYOR
(www.knockdownsputnik.blogspot.com)
My travel home is faster than I thought.
I could wish for train delays from a suspicious bag left on a platform, a threat of suicide from a daunted , disheartened mortal soul or heavy snowfall in Golders Green. They are morbid thoughts but just as sullen as the one I am brewing inside my head. Time isn't my ally nor is life's usual circumstances.
I hear the tube traffic officer on his megaphone admonishing "mind the closing doors" , which means moving forward; moving on to the inevitability of fears and life altering juncture.
Despite the prayers and wishes ... I see myself walking along the platform approaching the cemented stairs leading to the exit hall dragging my feet as if they've gone to voluntary stupor. My head is far more vigilant to ways of delaying the process of getting home. The couple ahead of me hold hands and seemingly oblivious to time which seems precious to the others who nudge my shoulders as they hurriedly walk past me. I see the image of a man inside my head holding the sign that reads , " the end is nigh" but whisked back to reality when my body makes this thudding sound against the tube barrier.
I am less than ten minutes away from home. My heart , like having a life of its own , is beating so loudly that I hear it from my fingertips. Each stop of the bus is like a finger that gets chopped compelling me to scream inside my chest.
The bus stops the third time and I see myself like a drone. Instinct has urged me to will my legs and arms to lead the way to the street where I have seen myself walk home with great anticipation and love in the past. .. but not today.
I feel nauseous from skipping my breath. Opening the main door is laborious; a task my fine motor skills is struggling to do. The flat is quiet and painfully ominous ....
HE IS GONE BUT A WHIFF OF HIS SCENT LINGERS LIKE HE'S WANTING ME TO ASK HIM TO STAY. HE IS TRULY GONE LIKE THE DECISION WE BOTH MADE A MONTH AGO. THE ROOM SEEMS DARKER AND ITS SILENCE IS MORE DEAFENING THAN THE TIRADES WITNESSED IN THE PAST. ACROSS THE ARM OF THE SOFA IS A NOTE THAT READS: "I LOVE YOU, GOODBYE" AND NEXT TO IT IS A BRONZE KEY LYING LIFELESS AND STILL.
TITLE: CLOSURE
PHOTOGRAPHER: PJFAVILAPHOTOGRAPHY-LONDON
(www.pjfavilaphotography.com)
- web under construction-
WRITER: RIAN MAYOR
(www.knockdownsputnik.blogspot.com)
My travel home is faster than I thought.
I could wish for train delays from a suspicious bag left on a platform, a threat of suicide from a daunted , disheartened mortal soul or heavy snowfall in Golders Green. They are morbid thoughts but just as sullen as the one I am brewing inside my head. Time isn't my ally nor is life's usual circumstances.
I hear the tube traffic officer on his megaphone admonishing "mind the closing doors" , which means moving forward; moving on to the inevitability of fears and life altering juncture.
Despite the prayers and wishes ... I see myself walking along the platform approaching the cemented stairs leading to the exit hall dragging my feet as if they've gone to voluntary stupor. My head is far more vigilant to ways of delaying the process of getting home. The couple ahead of me hold hands and seemingly oblivious to time which seems precious to the others who nudge my shoulders as they hurriedly walk past me. I see the image of a man inside my head holding the sign that reads , " the end is nigh" but whisked back to reality when my body makes this thudding sound against the tube barrier.
I am less than ten minutes away from home. My heart , like having a life of its own , is beating so loudly that I hear it from my fingertips. Each stop of the bus is like a finger that gets chopped compelling me to scream inside my chest.
The bus stops the third time and I see myself like a drone. Instinct has urged me to will my legs and arms to lead the way to the street where I have seen myself walk home with great anticipation and love in the past. .. but not today.
I feel nauseous from skipping my breath. Opening the main door is laborious; a task my fine motor skills is struggling to do. The flat is quiet and painfully ominous ....
HE IS GONE BUT A WHIFF OF HIS SCENT LINGERS LIKE HE'S WANTING ME TO ASK HIM TO STAY. HE IS TRULY GONE LIKE THE DECISION WE BOTH MADE A MONTH AGO. THE ROOM SEEMS DARKER AND ITS SILENCE IS MORE DEAFENING THAN THE TIRADES WITNESSED IN THE PAST. ACROSS THE ARM OF THE SOFA IS A NOTE THAT READS: "I LOVE YOU, GOODBYE" AND NEXT TO IT IS A BRONZE KEY LYING LIFELESS AND STILL.
IT HAS LOST ITS GLORY . IT EPITOMIZES PAIN AND CLOSURE.
stew
My first attempt at cooking STEW.
FAIL or SUCCESS?
My friend Anton stuffing his face was defo a good sign.
FAIL or SUCCESS?
My friend Anton stuffing his face was defo a good sign.
ailing Twitter
My Twitter account is suffering a relapse.
It died years ago and is now back to hospital for some higher, motivational interventions. I just couldn't get my head round to feeding and nurturing it like my other networking site. I don't feel that it serves its purpose to the common masses compared to the shlebs (coined from Shivaun) who probably need this for their fame-grabbing instincts. This may be beneficial to those who run major commercial establishments and maybe, just maybe if you're trapped somewhere and you need a rescuing of some sort (if internet is penetrating the zone you're in - you're f____ed if not).
If this hospitalisation of Twitter doesn't go well, I will kill it myself; pull the respiratory support and mourn for half a minute.
Twitter is like Frankenstein. I will resurrect it when I'm famous or credible enough to have something relevant to say about the world.
It died years ago and is now back to hospital for some higher, motivational interventions. I just couldn't get my head round to feeding and nurturing it like my other networking site. I don't feel that it serves its purpose to the common masses compared to the shlebs (coined from Shivaun) who probably need this for their fame-grabbing instincts. This may be beneficial to those who run major commercial establishments and maybe, just maybe if you're trapped somewhere and you need a rescuing of some sort (if internet is penetrating the zone you're in - you're f____ed if not).
If this hospitalisation of Twitter doesn't go well, I will kill it myself; pull the respiratory support and mourn for half a minute.
Twitter is like Frankenstein. I will resurrect it when I'm famous or credible enough to have something relevant to say about the world.
Thor-refic!
Anton and I watched Thor in 3D.
I must say, I enjoyed it. The intellectual (Anton) next to me was giggling and I could tell, his supposedly sharp wit and acute critical sense were put to rest. I was on the other hand, devouring each pectoral and bicep movements as Chris Hemsworth (Thor) wielded that mallet like a baton to a majorette. The thing about super-powerful entities is that when they're indestructible, the ugly human woes and women play the part of ruining it for them. They're just suckers for humanity and the weaknesses that we embody.
In true romanticism, I was ambivalent about the ending. With a dashing superhero like Thor, I bet Natalie Portman was really trying to find a gateway to Asgard to hook up with him. Who wouldn't really, right? The film's light and fun. I can only take high brow and hey-look-at-my-Facebook-shoutout-coz-I-watched-an-Oscar-nominated-film-so-I'm-bright-kind-of-film twice or thrice a year. I want a cheerful life with occasional reflection thrown in to balance it.
PS- I can't wait for the "PRIEST" screening. The trailer blew me away!
I must say, I enjoyed it. The intellectual (Anton) next to me was giggling and I could tell, his supposedly sharp wit and acute critical sense were put to rest. I was on the other hand, devouring each pectoral and bicep movements as Chris Hemsworth (Thor) wielded that mallet like a baton to a majorette. The thing about super-powerful entities is that when they're indestructible, the ugly human woes and women play the part of ruining it for them. They're just suckers for humanity and the weaknesses that we embody.
In true romanticism, I was ambivalent about the ending. With a dashing superhero like Thor, I bet Natalie Portman was really trying to find a gateway to Asgard to hook up with him. Who wouldn't really, right? The film's light and fun. I can only take high brow and hey-look-at-my-Facebook-shoutout-coz-I-watched-an-Oscar-nominated-film-so-I'm-bright-kind-of-film twice or thrice a year. I want a cheerful life with occasional reflection thrown in to balance it.
PS- I can't wait for the "PRIEST" screening. The trailer blew me away!
guess who's coming to dinner errr... town
I can't wait to see JZ again.
This time, she'll have her own bed.
This time, she'll have her own bed.
royal present
Below is what Bo got me from Croatia. This is cured meat and the brand ROYAL family orders from that specific region in Croatia where Bo's relatives live. This is an unsubstantiated claim but he is adamant that there's a piece of evidence somewhere to prove his point.
Strange but I actually believe him.
As for the taste, it was YUM minus 50 for the bovine-fat guilt but plus 1000 for the taste buds' delight.
Strange but I actually believe him.
As for the taste, it was YUM minus 50 for the bovine-fat guilt but plus 1000 for the taste buds' delight.
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Tower Bridge will cost you
Tess and I had late lunch at this resto.
It is true that no matter how mediocre the food is, the view as you munch your expensive meal has direct correlation with the price. This is unfortunately what this resto is all about - NORMAL PALATABLE FOOD WITH A VIEW.
It is true that no matter how mediocre the food is, the view as you munch your expensive meal has direct correlation with the price. This is unfortunately what this resto is all about - NORMAL PALATABLE FOOD WITH A VIEW.
Dear BODO
Click here!!!!
I don't know if you are a tad funny or v v v sad!
BUT CALLING RAFA NADAL "CLAYFACE" means you had a sad, insecure and v v v miserable childhood!
Your FEDERER-stanning is so obvious that you reek of indirect journalism bias.
THAT'S ALL!
Sincerely,
Ryan
I don't know if you are a tad funny or v v v sad!
BUT CALLING RAFA NADAL "CLAYFACE" means you had a sad, insecure and v v v miserable childhood!
Your FEDERER-stanning is so obvious that you reek of indirect journalism bias.
THAT'S ALL!
Sincerely,
Ryan
Beyonce's darin' ya
There is "melodic and rhythmic" sense to Beyonce's new single, RUN THE WORLD (GIRLS).
The first time I heard it, I thought it was an URBAN HOT MESS (coined from a certain BEYONCE STAN). But BO insisted that I listen to the song 5X to "GET" it. I did and like familiarity breeding contempt, it's goading me to do the GET ME BODIED dance moves against my will. I then decided to measure and lightly analyse the layers of its supposed and imposed intricacies to initial hearing.
It is following a two-toned single and double layered approach. From the intro to the end, two sets of music layering are affirmed. The duplication of rhythm and melody is on alternate until the last minute where it fuses one layer to the other like a hybrid sound.
It follows this musical segmentation:
1 then 1.1 (intro)
2 and 2.1
3 and 3.1
2 and 2.1
3 and 3.1
2 and 2.1
Hybrid of 3 and 2
It is a well thought-of urban hot mess. It gets catchy every time with repeated play and few words of advice - bounce with your feet and follow the beat. This song is mentally and physically liberating.
..... and I'm not even that close to being a Beyonce fanatic.
me first
Not to be overly self indulgent (or too late already), allow me to focus on the world right now.
Notably, our senses are under bombardment from these:
- Libya is in turmoil
- Japan in in recuperation
- The above is causing economic chaos
- Prince William and Kate's wedding day is a Bank Holiday
- Nadal is "boringly" (according to Pete Bodo) dominating clay
- The heaviest Anti-Matter discovered (antimatter partner to helium)
- Gas prices are up (even more)
- Same-sex marriage ban in California is taking a major twist - Judge is GAY
- Friendster site will be taken down on the 31st of May 2011
But really, I'd rather focus on missing hugs and kisses and STUFF.
Notably, our senses are under bombardment from these:
- Libya is in turmoil
- Japan in in recuperation
- The above is causing economic chaos
- Prince William and Kate's wedding day is a Bank Holiday
- Nadal is "boringly" (according to Pete Bodo) dominating clay
- The heaviest Anti-Matter discovered (antimatter partner to helium)
- Gas prices are up (even more)
- Same-sex marriage ban in California is taking a major twist - Judge is GAY
- Friendster site will be taken down on the 31st of May 2011
But really, I'd rather focus on missing hugs and kisses and STUFF.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
buh bye and bring me good luck
I have a strong feeling about this assignment.
I hope I'm right.
Watch this space!
I hope I'm right.
Watch this space!
decision
Life is a saucy minx.
There's a time when weeks would pass by and major decision-making is not paramount to existence. Then few days would come and not one but three decisions are there like a skunk wagging its tail at me. One false move and I get the squirt.
I take it back.
Decision-making is like the process they use for making raisins. It adds years to your healthy, young and vibrant disposition.
There's a time when weeks would pass by and major decision-making is not paramount to existence. Then few days would come and not one but three decisions are there like a skunk wagging its tail at me. One false move and I get the squirt.
I take it back.
Decision-making is like the process they use for making raisins. It adds years to your healthy, young and vibrant disposition.
brekkie talk
A sexual conversation.
AP: Does that mean you have E.D.?
X: Nooooo. I'm just a prude. I want to feel secure with the person first.
AP: That's strange.
X: I'm jealous of people who can do full on 1 nighters.
AP: Oh yeah. You're missing much (sarcasm or not - I couldn't tell).
X: I'm fucked in the head.
AP: OH. YOU ARE DAHLIN.
AP: Does that mean you have E.D.?
X: Nooooo. I'm just a prude. I want to feel secure with the person first.
AP: That's strange.
X: I'm jealous of people who can do full on 1 nighters.
AP: Oh yeah. You're missing much (sarcasm or not - I couldn't tell).
X: I'm fucked in the head.
AP: OH. YOU ARE DAHLIN.
There's an explanation for this
Bloggin' thru iPhone.
It's v v v late. Sleep couldn't get the upper hand from white wine and latte combo. I decided to switch off the light and laptop but some strange sounds were emanating from the walls. They were not the scurrying type of sounds but audible thuds as if a tennis ball's bouncing up and down. It happened three times already at regular intervals.
I then decided to illuminate the whole flat and looked inside the mirrored closet. There was nothing. I saw the lone tennis ball next to the racquet on the floor. I picked it up and locked it away. Few minutes later and the same thudding sound was heard. I instinctively played easy listening-kind-of-music to balance the ripple of sound waves. It's working so far.
I am sleeping with the lights on.
It's v v v late. Sleep couldn't get the upper hand from white wine and latte combo. I decided to switch off the light and laptop but some strange sounds were emanating from the walls. They were not the scurrying type of sounds but audible thuds as if a tennis ball's bouncing up and down. It happened three times already at regular intervals.
I then decided to illuminate the whole flat and looked inside the mirrored closet. There was nothing. I saw the lone tennis ball next to the racquet on the floor. I picked it up and locked it away. Few minutes later and the same thudding sound was heard. I instinctively played easy listening-kind-of-music to balance the ripple of sound waves. It's working so far.
I am sleeping with the lights on.
Monday, 25 April 2011
how to...
How do you celebrate finishing an assignment?
- with good food/wine
- with good view
- with the best company there is
- with good food/wine
- with good view
- with the best company there is
face
I have a gentle, sweet stalker. If only this picture comes with a face then it'd be fine. But obviously, it defeats the purpose I guess. For the time being, I will do some Sherlock Holmes-shiz and get to the bottom of it. If this is a practical joke, then he'll/they'll reap the mean rewards times ten (or more). If not, this bodily portion better be a good extension of a better face.
BTW, I'm a FACE person not a body person.
cry-baby
I have seen Les MIZ 8X (theatre) but it gets me everytime. I well up just like the first, second ....... times I watched it. This is (I think) the only musical where many people die onstage. Combine dying with singing and BOOM, my lacrimals become hyperactive.
Surprisingly, I don't cry from heartaches (opppps - very occasionally) and real deaths.
HOW MORBID!
pinoy
Overseas Filipinos love food and karaoke in any celebration be it indoors or outdoors. Ok. This is old news. The whole world knows that. But ignore me for this is my first entry talking about Filipino culture. I have been away from home and dodged many filipino parties for years so attending this one's a bit daunting.
Before I bore you with the details, here's why Filipino parties ROCK!
The food.
The karaoke.
After feasting on that, hear me. I never liked my name and job dragged in parties simultaneously. My personal life is semi-detached from my professional life at work. Years ago, I attended a party and trying to blend in, I got the bollocking from one of the staff mocking me albeit jokingly but the impact was nevertheless humiliating. My role as part of PDT was attacked as if I do nothing and sit on my ass all day.
"Andito si Ryan. Mag-english kayo or else bibigyan kayo ng improvement notice nyan" (Ryan is here. Talk in English or else he'll give you improvement notice). It was poor taste; not the food but the comment. I just focused on wine and numbed my sensitivity. It'll be a while before I attend a work colleague's party again.
Before I bore you with the details, here's why Filipino parties ROCK!
The food.
The karaoke.
After feasting on that, hear me. I never liked my name and job dragged in parties simultaneously. My personal life is semi-detached from my professional life at work. Years ago, I attended a party and trying to blend in, I got the bollocking from one of the staff mocking me albeit jokingly but the impact was nevertheless humiliating. My role as part of PDT was attacked as if I do nothing and sit on my ass all day.
"Andito si Ryan. Mag-english kayo or else bibigyan kayo ng improvement notice nyan" (Ryan is here. Talk in English or else he'll give you improvement notice). It was poor taste; not the food but the comment. I just focused on wine and numbed my sensitivity. It'll be a while before I attend a work colleague's party again.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
the good rain
When it rains, it pours.
To prove this age old adage, good news keeps on pouring since this morning. My mother who's ignored me for the past three months finally spoke to me on the phone. I contacted my family this morning to greet them this Easter and was able to talk to all of them except her. I was disappointed. Few minutes later, I tried calling them again and asked for mother specifically. I was told she was on the phone so I insisted that I'd willingly wait until she's done. I used my mobile to contact them and I could sense the phone bill rising acutely. Finally she answered and said, "When are you going home?". I was touched. It's true that forgiveness is priceless.
Nadal won his second clay tourney today. I have nothing else to say but VAMOS RAFA! May you reign supreme for a v v v long time.
Time and time again, the fear factor of writing essays the last minute is wearing off and that is not a good thing. It would just incense my bad habit of doing my assignments a week before due date and the day would come when I'd fall flat on my face and would never recover from it. But doing this particular module for just 2 1/2 days is a feat on its own. Evidence-based decision making in healthcare module is not a bluffing matter. But I did for some parts of it. Let's see if this gets a passing mark and if it does, it won't do me any good.... AT ALL!
Tidbits: Bo is in croatia. DY left for Sydney. Gytis is regretful that he left sunny London for Geneva. Lito is playing tennis in Manila. Butch is home alone is California and I'm here. Where's parity in that?
To prove this age old adage, good news keeps on pouring since this morning. My mother who's ignored me for the past three months finally spoke to me on the phone. I contacted my family this morning to greet them this Easter and was able to talk to all of them except her. I was disappointed. Few minutes later, I tried calling them again and asked for mother specifically. I was told she was on the phone so I insisted that I'd willingly wait until she's done. I used my mobile to contact them and I could sense the phone bill rising acutely. Finally she answered and said, "When are you going home?". I was touched. It's true that forgiveness is priceless.
Nadal won his second clay tourney today. I have nothing else to say but VAMOS RAFA! May you reign supreme for a v v v long time.
Time and time again, the fear factor of writing essays the last minute is wearing off and that is not a good thing. It would just incense my bad habit of doing my assignments a week before due date and the day would come when I'd fall flat on my face and would never recover from it. But doing this particular module for just 2 1/2 days is a feat on its own. Evidence-based decision making in healthcare module is not a bluffing matter. But I did for some parts of it. Let's see if this gets a passing mark and if it does, it won't do me any good.... AT ALL!
Tidbits: Bo is in croatia. DY left for Sydney. Gytis is regretful that he left sunny London for Geneva. Lito is playing tennis in Manila. Butch is home alone is California and I'm here. Where's parity in that?
references
DID I TELL YOU THAT ORGANISING/WRITING REFERENCES IS THE WORST PART OF WRITING ESSAYS?
GOD, I ABHOR IT!
GOD, I ABHOR IT!
2 for 2
Nadal is undefeated so far on clay. He's claimed his 6th title at Barcelona defeating Ferrer 6-2, 6-4.
Monte Carlo - last week (7th title)
Barcelona - this week (6th title)
Madrid - ?????
French Open - ?????
Such mastery of Clay is beyond me. I wonder if he is good in _________(feel free to deduce).
Monte Carlo - last week (7th title)
Barcelona - this week (6th title)
Madrid - ?????
French Open - ?????
Such mastery of Clay is beyond me. I wonder if he is good in _________(feel free to deduce).
Saturday, 23 April 2011
step 1 to meta-analysis
I thought I'd share something worthwhile and "academic" in this blog (it depends on how you define this).
It took me 4 hours to synthesise the statistical data (with FB and Twitter distractions) from the RCTs (Randomised Controlled Trials) and Prospective Quasi-Experimental research papers I have chosen for this Systematic Review. The reason why I'm sharing this is because of these points:
1. Don't engage in this activity with an empty stomach
2. Don't allow distractions from any networking site
3. Drink tea or coffee in moderation
4. Ventilate your room
5. Work on your project well ahead of time
These are just few of the factors you need to consider.
However, I couldn't have been egged on further if not for FB and Twitter that allowed the much needed respite when my brain was to the point of evisceration (or have you seen that film Starship Troopers where alien race Arachnids suck out human brains). They say that mental activity consumes 25% of bodily glucose and to be perfectly honest, I'm exhausted.
So KIDS, learn this lesson.
So KIDS, learn this lesson.
twit
[twit] Show IPA
,verb, twit·ted, twit·ting, noun
–verb (used with object)
1. to taunt, tease, ridicule, etc., with reference to anything embarrassing; gibe at.
2. to reproach or upbraid.
3. noun - stupid person
So a "twitter" is a person who brandishes and flaunts sheer stupidity. Don't blame me... blame the dictionary.
I finally resuscitated my twitter account after being long dead for nearly 3 years. In real time and life, that account would have been bones and nutrients to earth but surprisingly, I received a "twit" (Is that what you call a message from twitter?) from a friend who's as elusive as the whippoorwill bird. It's a sign (and you know what I mean).
So for those who eat, sleep and breathe twitter (and you are a long lost friend), then twit me: @rianmayor
Friday, 22 April 2011
be good
TODAY'S GOOD FRIDAY.
WHAT CAN I DO TO BE GOOD, I WONDER?!!!!
HAS SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD TO YOURSELF FIRST BEFORE YOU CAN SHARE THAT GOODNESS TO OTHER PEOPLE?!!!!
I MUST BE DREAMING.
ANYHOW, HAVE A GOOD DAY EVERYONE.
I'M STARTING THE LONG JOURNEY TO MENTAL TORTURE.
WHAT CAN I DO TO BE GOOD, I WONDER?!!!!
HAS SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD TO YOURSELF FIRST BEFORE YOU CAN SHARE THAT GOODNESS TO OTHER PEOPLE?!!!!
I MUST BE DREAMING.
ANYHOW, HAVE A GOOD DAY EVERYONE.
I'M STARTING THE LONG JOURNEY TO MENTAL TORTURE.
homage
There are very few people who come into your life and make that CLEAR, OVERWHELMING presence. This usually has nothing to do with the amount of time spent but the impact one person has even in that littlest of exposure. The moments where you smile and frown and those moments stick with you the longest even when the facial manifestations have faded with time.
I say that I have selective memory but that certain fleeting interval spent will stay in my knowing state. This is in the case of D.Y. who will be leaving UK this Sunday back to the land of OZ.
So paying homage to Mr. D.Y., I decided to stay vegetarian all day. I rummaged through my books in their prison of massive carton box and whipped out Madhur Jaffrey's cookbook. I was vegetarian for 7 months years ago and actually enjoyed it. This is not going to be a daunting task but a response to sheer respect of D.Y.'s zealotical vegetarianism. I have high regards of people who show individualism and stand by it with conviction.
Sorry for digression...
I love Fettucine so I guess this is a good start. Instead of white wine, I'll settle for a diet coke as I cannot risk having another lazy day without working on my assignment. So BRING IT ON!
I say that I have selective memory but that certain fleeting interval spent will stay in my knowing state. This is in the case of D.Y. who will be leaving UK this Sunday back to the land of OZ.
So paying homage to Mr. D.Y., I decided to stay vegetarian all day. I rummaged through my books in their prison of massive carton box and whipped out Madhur Jaffrey's cookbook. I was vegetarian for 7 months years ago and actually enjoyed it. This is not going to be a daunting task but a response to sheer respect of D.Y.'s zealotical vegetarianism. I have high regards of people who show individualism and stand by it with conviction.
Sorry for digression...
I love Fettucine so I guess this is a good start. Instead of white wine, I'll settle for a diet coke as I cannot risk having another lazy day without working on my assignment. So BRING IT ON!
Thursday, 21 April 2011
marzipan cocktail
People lose that naiveté through time.
My cousin Tess coaxed me to abandon the staring contest with my books and photocopies for a catch up at a pub near Angel. Without guilt and hesitation, I said YES. I have been eyeballing the laptop and papers for a good hour and a half without any desire to type a single word. All I wanted to do was go out hoping FEAR would be a better incitement to act on this dilemma.
We ordered Marzipan Blast but Tess clamoured for more oomph and kick alcohol-wise. We added 2 double shots of Smirnoff vodka in it and the mixture tasted more bittersweet than ever. It was a surprise. Tess has gone to the dark side and I was Charon to her bedevilled soul. Like the drink, we had bittersweet stories to tell.
I'm home but the typing business I'm doing is my blogpost. I promise not to engage myself in that staring contest ever again but flex my muscles and... lift my fingers and... open the WORD doc and... type the word Introduction. Let's see if willpower is what they really say it is.
My cousin Tess coaxed me to abandon the staring contest with my books and photocopies for a catch up at a pub near Angel. Without guilt and hesitation, I said YES. I have been eyeballing the laptop and papers for a good hour and a half without any desire to type a single word. All I wanted to do was go out hoping FEAR would be a better incitement to act on this dilemma.
We ordered Marzipan Blast but Tess clamoured for more oomph and kick alcohol-wise. We added 2 double shots of Smirnoff vodka in it and the mixture tasted more bittersweet than ever. It was a surprise. Tess has gone to the dark side and I was Charon to her bedevilled soul. Like the drink, we had bittersweet stories to tell.
I'm home but the typing business I'm doing is my blogpost. I promise not to engage myself in that staring contest ever again but flex my muscles and... lift my fingers and... open the WORD doc and... type the word Introduction. Let's see if willpower is what they really say it is.
sunset
There are things that just capture my imaginative mind like the ebbing sunshine at dawn and the setting sun at early dusk. It tells a natural story about how life must be lived.
apology times 2
I keep on forgetting that it's Holy Week. The family's devout Catholic but since the time the prodigal son left the brood, he's been out of church action for several years.
Shame!
There are a lot of things I can think of when it comes to deep reflection. I could write an essay out of it but let me focus on things I've written here for the past week that sounded less moral and intentionally salacious.
Words like:
Bitch
Whore
HOs
Stupid
Bonkers
Fuck
Kids, they may be fun to read but the real meaning remains the same. Please use it sparingly.
Have a blissful, reflective Holy Week y'all!
Shame!
There are a lot of things I can think of when it comes to deep reflection. I could write an essay out of it but let me focus on things I've written here for the past week that sounded less moral and intentionally salacious.
Words like:
Kids, they may be fun to read but the real meaning remains the same. Please use it sparingly.
Have a blissful, reflective Holy Week y'all!
rhetoric
Hurrah!
I finally started reading my old notes and printed out some docs. I also folded page tips (earmarked) of a couple of textbooks (bad practice) and most importantly, an ounce of motivation is starting to creep in. The second achievement was arranging the mountainous pile of photocopies and books to their degree of importance. Now that's a major feat.
I wonder how much glucose I've burned doing that.
I wonder why after doing all that, I now feel like stopping this malarkey and venturing to the great warm world out there (London's heating up again).
What the heck! Few hours of coffee with friends won't harm right?
I finally started reading my old notes and printed out some docs. I also folded page tips (earmarked) of a couple of textbooks (bad practice) and most importantly, an ounce of motivation is starting to creep in. The second achievement was arranging the mountainous pile of photocopies and books to their degree of importance. Now that's a major feat.
I wonder how much glucose I've burned doing that.
I wonder why after doing all that, I now feel like stopping this malarkey and venturing to the great warm world out there (London's heating up again).
What the heck! Few hours of coffee with friends won't harm right?
power
"I like your blog! It makes me happy." - Now that's powerful STUFF!
I tell friends that saying the word "stuff" more than twice in a 2-minute conversation means that people cease churning proper mental activity or simply a clear manifestation of lacking mental acuity. To justify superlative meaning, using the word "STUFF" to describe a fleeting moment is powerful. Hence the transcribed emphasis.
Talking about power, the words "like" and "happy" in one breadth of a statement is MAIN EVENT. Lucky are those who are benevolent enough with the outflow and outpour of compliment to another person for they are these people who tread the narrow wire-rope of mental stability...or in a different spectrum, a bunch of manipulative geezers.
But I believe that this man isn't the latter. He is genuinely both. I KID!
Thanks D.Y.
I tell friends that saying the word "stuff" more than twice in a 2-minute conversation means that people cease churning proper mental activity or simply a clear manifestation of lacking mental acuity. To justify superlative meaning, using the word "STUFF" to describe a fleeting moment is powerful. Hence the transcribed emphasis.
Talking about power, the words "like" and "happy" in one breadth of a statement is MAIN EVENT. Lucky are those who are benevolent enough with the outflow and outpour of compliment to another person for they are these people who tread the narrow wire-rope of mental stability...or in a different spectrum, a bunch of manipulative geezers.
But I believe that this man isn't the latter. He is genuinely both. I KID!
Thanks D.Y.
solution?
Is it worth paying $58 for a three-page article online?
Are they bonkers?
My mind is limitless and I can concoct (translation: fabricate) something.
Fuck that article.
books are my ally (repeat that a million times)
It is frustrating that things are not falling to place accordingly. I am short of one more article and after my SHORT trips to King's and British Libraries, I am going home still lacking of the same stupid one article. I phoned Foyles and even the biggest medical bookstore doesn't sell medical journals.
King's suggested that I order it free online but it'll take 4-5 days to get it electronically. British library (is AWESOME by the way) required some documents that are not available in my handy backpack. I spoke with one of Foyles staff and enquired about the medical journal. He said, "Is this a magazine?". What do you say to that?
I'm not really lashing it out to those who man the registration/Enquiry desk. I just want to decapitate myself and that way, I have a valid reason to run around aimlessly.
So I just advise myself this: Ryan, fret not. Go eat a massive burger and clog your vessels that supply blood to your heart and brain. Stop the thinking and the feeling for a second.
King's suggested that I order it free online but it'll take 4-5 days to get it electronically. British library (is AWESOME by the way) required some documents that are not available in my handy backpack. I spoke with one of Foyles staff and enquired about the medical journal. He said, "Is this a magazine?". What do you say to that?
I'm not really lashing it out to those who man the registration/Enquiry desk. I just want to decapitate myself and that way, I have a valid reason to run around aimlessly.
So I just advise myself this: Ryan, fret not. Go eat a massive burger and clog your vessels that supply blood to your heart and brain. Stop the thinking and the feeling for a second.
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