Sunday, 6. August 2006, 09:11:17
Im still trying to get a better feel of how the entire Windows Live! thingy works.
I was totally caught off-guarded when i was still searching for the latest MSN Messenger 7.5 when all i found was Windows Live! Aside from that, its latest messenger Live does look rather promising. With many new functions like video calls, folder sharing and more, users may soon discover the immense capability of Microsoft's latest messenger. To add more juice, get
Messenger Plus! Live
too from Patchou.
Also check out
Mess.be
for more messenger add-ons stuff.
Thursday, 13. July 2006, 04:54:09
Me: Hello…
You: Hi… how have you been?
Me: I’m ok…what about you?
Heart: I miss your voice... and i miss you terribly...
You: Busy as usual… Thanks for waiting…
Me: That’s alright, you told me to.
Heart: I wished we were back together again...
You: I’ve decided…
Me: You only needed a month to let go?
Heart: Wow... Do you not love me? That was really fast...
You: Well how long did you want me to take? Besides I thought you had wanted to rush it.
Me: No…I was never rushing into it…
You: I took some time to come to terms with it… that it was time for both of us to move on…
Me: Yeah? (silence) Maybe we should shouldn’t we?...
Heart: But my heart still longs for you... I still think about you and us alot... Did you ever thought it might still be possible for us?
You: I thought you’ve already decided and I felt I was holding you back…
Me: Are you seeing anyone now?
Heart: You must be seeing someone now, how else did you arrive at this decision so quickly...
You: No… although there are people who are interested…
Me: (laughter) could’ve said the same for myself…
Heart: Be still... you mustn't look pathetic.
You: Oh really? How many are there?
Me: Well… those that are confirmed?… a handful probably…
Heart: Just give a vague but believable answer... I'm sure there are some...
You: Five?
Me: (laughter) I don’t think I can get into another relationship really… To me…
Heart: Because I still think about you alot... or is it because I'm still in love with you...
(Long silence)
You: To you…?
Me: (sigh) To me… …there can only be you… you were my one and only…
Heart: And no one else can ever take your place in me. You hold a special place in me... I love you...
You: Oh…
(Long silence)
You: I think the memories are always hard to let go don’t you think?
Me: …yeah…
Heart: I never want to let go of them, they will always be there for me...
You: I had hope to move on and leave these memories as memories only… because we can never make new memories can we?
Me: (sigh) I suppose… for me… even though I know I have to move on, a part of me will always be there. It’s like there will always be an affiliation… and that I will carry those wonderful memories we had with me… everywhere I go…
Heart: I'm still in love with you...
(Distant noises in background)
You: I think the last month was really a time for me to reflect. I was too sad to go out… So I guess it kinda build me up to be stronger.
Me: Let me know when we can meet up?
Heart: I wished all these had never happened... I wished he had never have to make this wrenching decision... I'm aching...
You: I don’t think I can do it this week… how about next week?
Me: I’m kinda busy myself for the whole of next week… I mean I can meet you up just for short coffee session…
You: Well… Why don’t you try and see if you could do next week… If not I suppose we’ll probably do it the week after?
Me: Alright… I’ll try
Heart: I wished I can see you sooner... because I really missed you...
You: Yeah…
Me: I’ll let you know…
You: Sure…ok…
Me: Alright I’ll talk to you again…
Heart: <sniff>
You: Ok…
Me: Bye…
You: Bye…
<click>
Wednesday, 12. July 2006, 14:14:31
If there's one thing that Zinedine 'Zizou' Zidane has shown us, its not the shame nor the many discrediting names and titles the press throws at him. For all his time as a professional football player, I have come to realise that he had secretly been learning the lost skills of the Shaolin Martial Arts - "Tie Tou Gong" (pronounced 'Tee-air Toe Gonng') or loosely translated to be "Steel Head Kung Fu". This was especially apparent in his last World Cup Final against Italy where he demonstrated his prowess on a much deserving opponent, Materazzi. Perhaps he had wanted to pass on this lost skill to someone amongst the crowd, or perhaps he had wanted to test out his newly acheived prowess and Materazzi seemed to fit the bill of a good target. One thing's for certain - he's keeping a tight lip on why he did it.
I've taken the liberty to reconstruct the event where we can see in clearer perspective on how the powerful stance was carried out with deadly accuracy and near fatality only because he spared his life.
1) Summon all your 'Qi' or inner energy by assuming the "Striking Serpent Stance". Take note of how the arms are gradually forming a 'pulling' position' to steady oneself as energy is harnessed from the surrounding atmosphere. Breathing technique here is important otherwise a wrong breathing regulation could result from a serious injury, mainly uncontrollable laughter and later tummy cramps and aches.
2) After summoning ones' inner energy, immediately change stance into a "Horse Stance" or "Ma Pu". This is to prepare oneself for the attack as well as to steady oneself during the attack. Apart from looking good, this stance is also often used in ancient China for anyone who is suffering from severe constipation. The practitioner will often assume this stance with his/her pants down, and after inhaling a large amount of air, lets out a deafening yelp that can often be heard several 'li's away (a li is an ancient Chinese measurement equivalent to approximately 540 meters). In this process, stubborn stools can be forced out from ones' bowels thereby achieving great relief. Although often proven to work for most constipation sufferers, there has also been several undocumented reports of this stance going awry, most noticeably of the bowels and intestines being flushed out instead.
3) As the opponent closes in, focus on aim as to where the intended strike will fall and with summoned might and strength, exhale as one let loose the fury that's been built up inside. The Westerners call this process "blowing your top off". Any additional pain and hurt from past experiences i.e. dumped by girlfriend, abused by parents, molested by uncle, ostracized by friends etc. may be psychologically useful in attaining an almost invincible status of having a "Steel Head". As humans are made up of many acupressure points, one must learn all these points to understand what one wants to achieve from such a strike. In Zizou's case, he had chosen the point of between 'Immobility' and 'Near Fatal' point. Study the picture shown to understand where the points are.
4) When executed correctly, the opponent should feel the immense impact as well as the emotional hurt and pain from the striking party. This will then cause the opponent much grief from such a strike as can most often be accompanied by tears from crying, shouting and wailing as well as moaning and groaning whilst being on the ground. Some may even experience a strange convulsion followed by foaming from the mouth. The more emotional hurt one experiences, the more pain the opponent will feel. This was well demonstrated in Adam Sandler's movie "The Waterboy".
5) This ancient Shaolin skill is not for the uninitiated or better known amongst the modern world as 'the wuss'. One must make sure that the opponent flies 6ft away just like in the Hollywood movies or at the very least falls to the ground from the head-butting impact. If the opponent does not flinch or did not fall to the ground moaning in great pain, one must either follow up with another strike in the same area or resort to another Shaolin skill known as "Hoh Zhi Cai Tao" (pronounced 'Ho Tze Ts-Ai Tao') or literally translated to be "Monkey picking the Peach". Having such a fancy name, this move basically requires the practioner to just grab on the opponents' testicles without remorse and crushing it while tearing it away at the same time without regret. If the battle is won with such methods, one must remember to pull out a bunch of the opponents' pubic hair as trophy that the move was executed with perfection and that it was won beautifully without resorting to dirty tactics and moves.
Tuesday, 4. July 2006, 17:06:45
I still can't believe it. They lost. I was hoping that they'll push themselves harder despite the fact that their last few matches were a little dodgy. And what with the old news of not being able to defeat France the last ime round, and the fact that not once has a non-european team won the World Cup on European soil.
I was especially edgy during the last few minutes when all the stars ie: Robinho, Cincinho, Adriano were called up to form the last assault. I was hoping for some magic so that they could at least draw the game. Sigh... something just went horribly wrong in that match. France was good in that match i'll have to give them that. Perhaps it was their over-confidence, a lackadaisical attitude, bad strategies... we'll never know. Guess i'll just have to hold on to my Brazilian jersey for another 4 years before i can wear it again.
Wednesday, 21. June 2006, 17:26:26
Mistakes should never be a burden to one man’s life
But make up to be an experience to the lives of men
Yet experience is a name man gives for his mistakes
Which was a burden to the lives of these men
Wednesday, 21. June 2006, 17:11:32
Cooling yellow lights dimmed the room, scented lightly of lavender. Her smile melts my heart as it sank along with a wisp of air I struggle to inhale. I just couldn’t believe the moment was real for what seemed like an eternity, as I pushed myself up to get a better look at her as she lie on the bed. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Sweet, gentle and assuring… Angelic. With my hands stretched and placed on both sides of the pillow she’s lying on, I looked into the most beautiful pair of eyes that assured me that this warm fuzzy feeling I have inside of me will soon subside. For what seems like an eternity we stared into each others’ eyes that connected instantly. It was as if we were communicating our hearts’ desires with the gentle gaze we held, at times swinging to signal our impatience, the hunger, and the infatuation.
As the sounds of romance fill the air, I slowly lowered myself to a point where everything I see gets hazy, yet without breaking our gaze I continue to approach her carefully, to a point where I can whisper to her how much I wish for this to stay forever…in a timeless dimension. A dimension where nothing else matters. Not the pursuits of this world, or the wealth required for subsistence.
I wet my lips as I prepare myself to kiss her luscious lips…moist and supple. When I felt she has given all her trust in me, our lips met before our mouths open to taste the sweetness of love within. I close my eyes to feel her tongue, wet and silky yet at times raspy and dry. As I ran one hand over her forehead and into her smooth hair, our tongues flick and roll against each others as if we were wrestling each other into submission. We exchanged fluids in the process that leaves me wanting more of her. I have never tasted anything so sweet in my life – it was purer than sugar, more delicious than honey. It felt like I needed her fluids to survive and I hasten to swallow every bit of her saliva that I could feel.
And as I opened my eyes, I swear I could see the glisten in her eyes – dreamy yet seductive. If my eyes could talk, it would be telling her that I want more of her… I need more of her. Just then I realized that I was lunging towards her neck, kissing her furiously as she moaned in sheer delight. I felt her arms wrapping around my neck and head, signalling me not stop this love we have for each other. I pressed on to caress her neck with my lips and tongue and moved on to frolic her soft ear. Just as my breath hit her ear, she gasped and closed her eyes. It wasn’t because of the tingling sensation that she may have felt that sends the shivers to her spine, but more so a deep sense of euphoria, calling for the moment to be lived. My tongue continued to licked and rolled around her ear, stroking the back of her ear and flicking it back and forth around her ear canal wetting them in the process as I gently blew to make her tighten her grip around me. At times I would tenderly nibble on different areas of her ear to display my wilfulness. She breaks into a smile. A smile that seemed to changed in accordance to what she felt and how she feels. A feeling which by no means matches the ambiance but one that is reflected through her living for the moment. One that displays an overall sense of bliss… Should I continue?
Monday, 19. June 2006, 15:27:12
Naturally this occurs especially in students of a beginner's level. There can be many reasons as to why students are afraid to approach their instructors for a dance and these can be mainly attributed to be psychological in nature. Evidently many students belonging to this category in discussion have limited moves, patterns and skills sufficient to complete a song, much less impress upon their partners. Hence the vulnerability of appearing as a ‘bad’ and/or ‘boring’ dancer may be branded on them, which may have a lasting stigma on their careful journey of becoming a proficient Salsa dancer. This is also particularly apparent for beginning Male and/or Leader students who have to initiate turn patterns for the dance. The lack of experience and skills are a major hurdle to even initiate a dance with anybody to say the least. Albeit the advantages of receiving CONSTRUCTIVE suggestions and pointers after dancing with an experienced instructor, the possibility of being harshly criticised, being ‘marked’ and/or stigmatised by ending the dance after a single bar of the song will always be a fleeting thought amidst the minds of many beginner dancers. Finally, the reserved culture we grew up in proves to be a significant impediment to approaching someone for a dance. To initiate a dance with an instructor is like going out on a blind date wearing nothing but your underwear – you feel utterly naked. To be in physical contact with a beautiful and ‘hot’ instructor is like you’re looking to kill yourself quickly in her good books and on the salsa scene. You just wouldn’t want to diminish your chances……not too quickly at least. Fact is there are many more psychological factors that affect the students’ initiation of approaching their instructors for a dance, but it is really this culmination of factors that intensifies their fears of ‘losing face’ and ‘looking stupid’.
Overcoming these fears requires a great deal of bravado, exposure, an understanding to these fears, and best of all a close support group of fellow dancers urging each other on. To be well exposed to the salsa scene will allow students to prepare themselves as to what to expect when initiating dances (mainly rejection), as well as to familiarise oneself to the environment so as to develop a certain amount of comfort level required to jump that first hurdle. To be able to understand the fears that restricts their unwillingness to approach instructors for a dance will do well to allow students to logically rationalize that their fears are gratuitous and will stymie their growth of becoming a proficient dancer. Having a close support group of fellow students attending dance outings together can be remarkably invaluable to the learning experience of many. By lending support and sharing experiences, students can build up their courage of initiating a dance in a quicker and more pleasant way.
And then again you may also use this group in a more ingenious manner of having the loser of a bet to dance with the instructor. Whatever works right?
Finally, if all of the above suggestions fail, having two glasses of wine (or whatever is your poison) within a short period of time will certainly aid in the process of loosening up and acquiring gusto.
Having being led out of the dance floor in less than one bar of Salsa music, I guess I speak for many in terms of why students are afraid to approach instructors to dance. Still I must put up a disclaimer that these are all my personal opinion and may or may not reflect entirely to everyone.
Tuesday, 25. April 2006, 10:38:55
Love is blind, that’s what they said
At least that’s true, for most it may
Love is ultimate! For some may find
Empowering some, standing through time
For some they hoped, yet some may wished
For some imagined…realistic dreams
Commoners they said, that love is a wonderful thing
Indeed it is that’s how it seems
It works wonders, magic and above all,…miracles
Been on the pier, walked on the beach
Never not one find, no love, no hugs no kisses
Therefore hear ye my fellow friends
Step up close and tight
Share something with someone
Always believe that day will come that it may be so overwhelming
Even a heart so cold will melt
Look up in the sky and see those lights
The millions of stars, not one could count
Are those the chances, many have found
Always believe what love can do
It worked for me, might work for you
Thursday, 30. March 2006, 16:50:00
Its saucy man, that's what i'm telling ya. I mean I love dancing. In fact if I could I would like to make a career outta it, but hey, my bones are probably too rigid and as a whole i'm probably too stiff. Did I ever mentioned that I would love to learn Ballet? Yeah well... minus the leotards if possible. Anyways, it was just awesome. The moves were just fascinating, but the highlight of the dance is really this: I get to hold a girl's hand as well as her left shoulder blade in a really close fashion. Its electrifying! ......well I feel like that only when I'm with a girl that I felt I could develop a relationship with. Still not many of us could get the chance or reason to be in such a position with a stranger, let alone a girl.
At this point, I've just finished my first basic lesson and although still alil weak on my lead and moves, I felt I was quite competent on the basic level. Maybe I'm too stuckup or just blowing my ego, but I felt most girls do enjoy dancing with me. How else can I explain a very well endowed older lady asking me for my contact number. It actually give me the creeps.
Most of the times I send them on an electrifying experience by looking at them straight in the eyes. In a comfortable kinda way and not the leary type of course. So most of them would be too shy to react and basically just look down or anywhere else. Except for one - who always stares beyond you as if looking through your head into something further. She was so expressionless you wonder if she was trying to seduce you or simply turned on the "Stepford wives" mode.
I managed to exchange contacts with a couple of ladies which I feel I could partner up with and we're looking forward to practicing on the dance floor at Union Square. Couldn't wait.
Wednesday, 22. February 2006, 15:21:38
I'm subject number 4*. That's the number given to me for being a lab rat for Pfizer Clinical Research here in the Singapore General Hospital. That's right, I'm a lab rat. Experimented on with drugs that aren't released to the public. How do I feel about it? Well aside from getting pricked with thick needles every hour on the clock, having a diet restriction that includes not being able to drink caffeinated beverages, everything else was pretty alright I guess.
I had to stay in their premises for 3 days and 2 nights for the purpose of drawing blood every hour... Ok, maybe not every hour on the clock but it was pretty close to that on the first day at least. The food they served was not too bad, considering it to be from the hospital. To be fair, its kinda like First class standards compared to the other people in the wards, which would certainly be Economy...maybe even Budget. So they had another group for a different study who had food served differently from ours. So I felt kinda privileged that our food seemed to be way better than theirs.
Seriously, i was looking forward to knowing some of the nurses on a social basis. Wassssuuuup.....I'm but a warm-blooded male dude. Well they hadn't much good-looking nurses, most of 'em were..well... out of my reach in terms of age. But what was attractive in most of the younger nurses were their TLC shown to me during my brief period of stay. So i decided that i will have to at least acquire a means of contact from of the nurses so that i may be able to broaden my social network through her.
Well, i did. I managed to secure her MSN address because i thought asking her for her number would be too confrontational and may look bad for her in terms of professionalism. Who am i kidding? We all love a Nurse-Patient relationship especially if the settings in the hospital right? ;P
Still there was this nurse that made my heart beat especially faster than normal whenever she's around. How do i know that? She's taking my BP and the heart rate shows. To cut things short, yall wanna know if i got with her right. Well...no, i didnt. Either i wasn't smooth enough or she just wasn't ready for me. Maybe she's afraid of commiting into a relationship like this - plays out all her wildest fantasies. Or so i would like to think. But i'm still reaching out...and seriously, would just like to get to know her better as a friend of course.
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