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Thursday, March 31, 2005

The Chalet Story (NC16)

Author's note: This is a super long entry which consists of more than 10,000 words, coupled with pictures taken during the chalet. To spice things up, this entry contains erotic words but has utterly no pornography.

Since this entry will be explicitly long, I have decided to break them up into four parts.

The first few paragraph will pathetically describe how I watched the sun rises. Absolutely irrelevant to my chalet story. But if you wish to read from the beginning and not wanting to miss any part of this entry, I will be really glad.

However if you do not wish to waste your precious time reading irrelevant stuff then you may skip to paragraph 22 where the real story begins.

Already packed, I bidded my parents goodbyes and left the house. Wanting to watch the sunrise, I decided to take a cab to the nearest flat ground.

I sat in the back seat of the cab, windows glazed with a soft dew. Down the window was a drip of water that stretched from top to bottom. The sun, golden and magenta, continued to rise.

Its rays catching the condensation, creating a stained glass window, except the drip. I valued the stain glass, but I cherished the drip. It was my slightly clear view to the world. And the sun continued to rise.

I got out of the cab about minutes later. I looked to the horizon of trees and marsh, anticipating the sun rise.

Ever so slowly it began to creep, painting the sky around it the most beautiful color in the world, sugar maple orange. Thoughts of autumn filled my head as the rays glazed my vision.

Just out of curiosity, I turned around. I had done that so many times before, being only today that I realized how I took that view for granted, just as I had taken everything else for granted.

They stretched their arms, reaching for the sun. Their bundles of wares, penta-groups of needles, shown. They towered the back horizon, and as I scanned their majestic being, down from root and up to point, I watched those bows reach for the sky, getting their first taste of sunlight.

The beginning of their day long feeding. They tasted it. Only the tops did. I stood there wondering how it tasted. Was it like warm milk or sweet peppermint, both being of good flavor.

If I was a tree, I would hope my first taste was of peppermint and after that, sweet warm buttermilk, but I stray.

I returned my view towards the sun. It had just started to begin its later hall over the tree tops. For another reason, I'm not exactly sure why, I glanced upward, following the clouds along the sky.

It was a blanket stretching over the land. Patch work. Patches of lavender and blue with a slight touch of magenta. The sky beyond the blanket's end was light pink. I once again followed the clouds, this time towards the sun.

As I progressed, the patches changed from their pastels to white stuffing cover with clear lace, sewn with blue thread.

I reached the clouds above me, than I turned towards the sun. The white slowly showed that it was dyed. Sugar maple orange. It stopped, the blanket did, just at the edge of the marsh.

The sky had grown brighter, with the sun being ¾ above its post. The sky was bright, colored without description.

Caught up in the moment, I failed to realize the time. It was only until I heard the rumble of the bus, that I realized my view was about to end. It drove up N, headlights on, strobe flashing, both of which were hardly noticeable, due to the golden paint that tinted the earth.

For a moment, it camouflaged the bus, except for the windows reflecting the rays. I headed towards the roadway.

As I began the cross, I gave one last glance at the sun. I knew I would catch glimpses of it on my bus ride, but I knew it would not be the same. Some people cherish the sunset, bringing closure to the day.

Some wish for moonlight, to bring light to the dark night. I long for both of those for similar, but yet extremely different reasons. But most of all, I long for my sunrise.

Evil Twin: Enough of being long-winded and get on with the show! How I wish I could slap your butt silly!

A fine elegant lady ran towards us and... farted.

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Marilyn Monroe: Oh YEAH BABY! Hehehehe!

Evil Twin: Oh my! Did she let go a huge fart? Look at her skirt; It's flying all over!

Marilyn Monroe: Weeeeeeeee!

Evil Twin: Oh, the smell! It's killing my brain cells. Go away!

The Man beside Marilyn: Should I pretend not to smell? *Paused for 10 seconds* Gosh, I think I am having a hard on! *Looks at his trousers*

Marilyn Monroe: Oh by the way, I will be starring in a new movie called the seven year itch. It's about a clown name Tom Ewell and I farting throughout the entire movie. But here's the catch, while I fart, I giggle.

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Marilyn Monroe: HEHEHEHEHEHE!

Tom Ewell: Oh my! Look at her *censored* It's so bushy.

Marilyn Monroe: HEHEHEHHEHE!

Enough said.

I met up with my close friend, Sugeendra Devi at Causeway Point before proceeding to Shing Shong at Marsilling to buy the neccesary barbeque stuffs.

Along the way, I believed I saw a retarded lady who was in the same bus as me. She was seated directly behind me where I could see every movement of hers through the reflections of the window.

Somehow, I could hear her talking and I thought she was on the phone since there were nobody seated beside her. She was happily giggling away, "hehehehehe!" and the next words that came out from her mouth were ... ,"Dear, I love you."

I was somesort smiling away when I hear those words and I thought how loving she was to her boyfriend until I suddenly realize she was talking to herself when I saw her reflections in the window.

Terrified I was at that moment. Looking at the reflections of the window, I saw her smiling away and then pouting her lips as if she was kissing someone.

I wanted to move away but somehow I felt bad if I were to do so. I remain seated and tried to stay calm. Minutes passed but I saw no abrupt movements made by the lady.

So I continued doing my own things; reading book and listening to Kelly Clarkson's song.

I was dozing off when suddenly I felt my chair vibrating. I looked at the reflection and was utterly shocked when I saw the lady groping her breasts and shaking violently as if she was being rode by a guy.

I saw her lips moving but were uncertain of what she was saying since the headphones were still attached to my ears.

I decided to take them off and covered my mouth with my hands when I heard moaning sounds coming from her.

She was like, "Aaaa... Aaaa.... Yeah... Hehehehehe... Yeah... Aaaa... Hehehe!"

I was so freaked out but was relieved as the bus has reached its final stop. I rushed out of the bus with my two big bags filled with clothes and one medium size radio.

By 11, Devi arrived and we proceeded to our destination. I figured that we had met up too early. After buying the barbeque foods (crabmeat sticks, hotdogs and prawns), we advanced to another classmate's house at the other side of Singapore.

Carrying three bags individually, we had no desire of taking the bus. Instead, we flagged a cab and enjoyed the 20 minutes ride.

Bored, I decided to strike a conversation with the cab driver who is a man in his fifties.

Me: Uncle, how's your day so far?

Cab Driver: Orh, it's great so far. But child, it's quite tiring since I started my night shift yesterday...

Me: You like classical ah, uncle?

Cab Driver: *Look at his mirror and nodded his head* Yes. I feel relaxed.

Me: Me too leh uncle!

Then the uncle turned on the radio's volume. But somehow, the song that I was listening to on my discman overpowered the song that was being played on the radio.

Cab Driver: Isn't that techno you're listening to?

Me: ...

Embarrassed, I kept quiet throughout the entire journey. We reached our destination and went up to my classmate's house.

We were greeted by her mum who then told us to wait at the living room while my classmate was bathing.

While waiting, I decided to torture one of the cats there. I pat the cat's back, followed by spank of his butt.

The cat mewed in pleasure. If I were to translate it in human language, it goes like, "Yeah baby, spank me harder!"

I continuously spank the cat when abruptly my classmate, Erlina came out of her room. Judging from the way she dress, she was unprepared for visitors.

Then she screamed upon seeing me.

... To be continued

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

The Friends

This is not a story about a happy little elf. If you yearn for a happy ending, then you still have a chance to click the X button on the top right to exit from my blog.

Wherever you are (in your room, at school, at your friend's house or in the toilet) reading my blog, I thank you for staying on.

This is a story about a group of people who had known one another for barely more than 2 years but became the closest of friends within that short period of time.


A group of people who braved the storm together, shares their weal and woes together. Only to realize that the friendships forged will come to an end soon as their final semester of school approaches.

Each individual will lead a different path and some may never meet each other again if fate wouldn't allow them to. Saddening it may seem, but they never fail to try to assure one another that they will meet again someday.

Time seems to be ticking faster than its usual speed. They tried by compensating the remaining weeks they have together by going out and organizing the final chalet where everyone will be reunited for the last time.

They may seem happy that they are able to spend 3 days and 2 nights together as a class, but deep inside, their hearts are aching. Aching that they have to go separate ways soon. They wish not to shed any tears.

But as I write this entry, my emotions got the better of me. Only then I realize what friendships are. I'd never know that I would know such nice people who then became my good friends.


Quarrels are inevitable but they will always be resolved within a day or two.

I, too, wish not to shed any tears but it's difficult - difficult to control ones emotion.

The author is unable to continue with his entry as he fears he might shed tears. He will write more on the chalet in his next entry.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Monday, March 28, 2005

Man Hit By a Train While Retrieving His Shoe

Before I proceed to write something related to the topic above, I would like to whine abit. This is -let's say- the FOURTH FUCKING TIME BLOGGER was unable to publish my entries. I hate it when that happens.

Why must this happen to me time and again?! Are you pitting against me, my dear blogger? If this happens again, I swear I will lodge a complaint to blogger which I believe I will not receive any bloody response from them.

Roar!

Back to the topic...

How ridiculous could it get? To retrieve the shoe back, one has to sacrifice his life. It's totally uncalled for. I would want to laugh my head off but I do not want to ridicule a dead man.

It's only a month away before he gets married and an unfortunate event has to befall on him. I pity his wife and children. What will they do without a husband and a father?

He should not have jump onto the track just to retrieve his shoe back. That's a stupid thing to do. What was he thinking?

I believe he was afraid that he would get fine for littering his shoe on the track or perhaps it could cause a halt to the oncoming train etc.

Instead of going down to the track to retrieve the shoe by himself, he could ask for help from the Passenger Service officer.

Maybe he wasn't thinking right at that moment. Maybe he did not realize that he can buy a new pair of shoe instead of retrieving the ones that was accidentally thrown on track.

Sigh, what a pity.

In my next two entries, I shall post all my pictures taken during the chalet and tell you a story on how I accidentally keyed in the wrong number which led to another number which happens to belong to a friend whom I just know.

Sounds confusing? Fret not! I will tell you more tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Awakened

Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead. I was having a bad nightmare. Terrible, really terrible.

I thought I was confined in a small dark room but then I realize I was trapped in a lift. I shouted for help and pressed the alarm. I tried everything but it did not work; nobody came to my rescue.

Then, I received a message from my cellular, " A, N, O, H .. 3.45pm."

Four alphabets followed by a timing. Seconds before I could checked the sender' number, the lift's wires snapped and it came falling down.

I hit my head against the door and lay on the floor unconcious. I was then transported to another place.

There I was in the crowded Orchard, feeling lost. Then I saw my other half walking past me with another guy. My other half utterly did not recognise me or should I say notice me at all.

Upset I was at that particular moment when abruptly someone tapped my shoulder. By then, the people in my dream were blurry. I could not see how they look like.

I ran and paid no attention to my surrounding. I was approaching a T-junction when I saw someone familiar; my buddy Salimie.

He turned back and stared at me, "goodbye..." There he was crossing the road when suddenly a red Nissan hit him.

And yet again, numbers and alphabets appear in my dream, " 4 ,2 , 6 ... H"

Instantly, someone slapped me and that was when I woke up.

SigningOff,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Changed

I'd done a few minor changes to the blog; I doubt you all would have noticed it. I will be modifying my blog till it's perfect (well at least to me).

By the end of the month, everything should be done up if there are no cork up or time constraint in between. Mostly, I will be re-arranging the buttons on the right side of the blog.

Scroll bars will be reduced to one and broken links will be fixed. As for the template design, it will still remain the same.

The video clip (contributed by Jaishree) that I'd recently placed on my blog will be removed once everyone realizes that Jewel is the original singer who sang STAND.

I have so much to blog about but I would have to slow down the productions for the moment since I am more concentrated on modifying my blog. Once I'm done, blogging would be as normal.

Recently, I watched Miss Congeniality and The Eye 10. One's a comedy while the other is horror. Seriously, Miss Congeniality 2 is better than the previous one shown 5 years back; more slapstick jokes and humors.

As for Eye 10, the cast acting skills are very poor. They were so stiff and their facial expressions were monotonous. You can clearly see that some the parts were very cartoonic. What I meant was the graphics and the ghosts.

Not to mention bad cinematography. I would rather watch The Eye 1 which consists of stella cast and their acting skill were far better than those of in Eye 10.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Friday, March 25, 2005

Exposure For Jewel Kilcher


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Jewel was born on May 23, 1974 to Atz Kilcher and Lenedra Carroll in Payson, Utah, but the family soon moved to Anchorage , Alaska. Jewel's name stems from Lenedra, whose middle name is Jewel, and from her Grandfather, Yule (spelled "Juel" in his homeland), a Swiss native who settled in Homer, Alaska in 1940.

Jewel first discovered her singing and writing gifts at home, where Lenedra involved Jewel and her two brothers, Shane and Atz Lee, in "creativity workshops," where they enjoyed writing poems, singing and creating arts-and-crafts projects.

She also taught them a reverence for the natural world and the wisdom of indigenous people. Lenedra sang with her children often, too. One of Jewel's favorites was the melody, "This Little Bird," which she and her mother sing on Jewel's "Spirit" CD.

By age six, Jewel began performing with her parents for Anchorage's locals and tourists. She also started to master one of her specialties, yodeling, with her father's help.

During their "family dinner show," the Kilchers sang, presented skits and showed a documentary of the Kilcher's pioneering home life that Yule had created in the 1950s. When the Kilchers divorced two years later, Jewel and her two brothers went with Atz to live on the Kilcher family's 800-acre homestead in Homer.

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Jewel found solace in writing, and her early journal reflects the hurt and uncertainty she felt during this time. During her early teen years, Jewel and Atz performed together in Homer during the summers.

Jewel learned how to "work a room" the way her dad did, and to gauge people's reactions to the songs and stories. She'd travel back to Anchorage to spend the winters with Lenedra. Jewel also gave horseback rides to visitors of her aunt's youth hostel/bed-and-breakfast.

"Homer was filled with travelers," Jewel recalled. "I had friends from Chile and Guatemala, Puerto Rico, Australia and New Zealand. Those people turned me on to a lot of different languages, religions and different ways of thinking. Summer was always a good education."

Still, journal writing and caring for her horse, Clearwater, were some of Jewel's favorite pastimes. When she was 14, a native Ottowa Indian tribe "adopted" Jewel and helped her realize her gift for speaking, as well as writing, from her heart.

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In 1989, Lenedra helped Jewel practice a rendition of "Over The Rainbow" for a performance on Tom Bodet's "End of the Road Show," a popular Alaska Public Radio series.

It was during this performance that Jewel found her voice and perhaps her destiny. Around this time, Jewel began to play the guitar and perform songs that she composed.

She also joined a local rap group called "Le Creme" for a brief stint, where she was known as "Swiss Miss." Jewel spent her junior and senior high school years at the Interlochen Fine Arts Academy in Michigan as a voice major.

Her voice matured while practicing difficult arias by Monteverdi, Bononcini and other operatic composers. Jewel also talked the academy into letting her participate in the drama program, which wasn't allowed at the time.

She ended up landing the leading role in that semester's play, "Spoon River Anthology." After graduating from Interlochen in 1992 and traveling for a few months, Jewel moved to San Diego, California to live with Lenedra and Atz Lee.

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Jewel fizzled out in a variety of jobs, including waitressing, and found herself broke and wondering what to do next. With Lenedra's encouragement and belief in pursuing their dreams, they moved out of their apartment and into separate VW Vans. Cutting costs left more time for Jewel to focus on writing songs, playing music and singing.

About this time Jewel met local singer/songwriter Steve Poltz and his band, The Rugburns. The two later co-wrote "You Were Meant For Me" and Steve appears in the video with Jewel.

Along with other local songwriters - including Poltz, John Katchur, Gregory Page, Frank Lee Drennen, Joy Eden Harrison and Lisa Sanders - Jewel practiced her craft at local clubs and improvisational "house jams" where the musicians would share songs and collaborate.

"It was incredible, just a brilliant environment," Jewel recounted. "I'd go out to cafes and I'd feel like it was Paris in the '20s. We all were starving and no one was recognized, but here were all these talented, brilliant writers. I just felt so honored to be around them and writing with them."

Eventually, Jewel landed a regular Thursday night gig at the InnerChange Coffee House in Pacific Beach. For $3 (later it cost $5), patrons listened to four-hour sets of mostly original material interspersed with little stories about her life.

By this time, Jewel had composed more than 100 songs. By July 1993, Jewel's local following had grown large enough to attract the attention of Los Angeles record executives.

"A bunch of limos started coming down and I'd get flown off to New York," Jewel remembered. "I'd be eating carrot sticks and peanut butter in my van, then fly off to New York and have these huge dinners, and then be plopped back in my pumpkin bus."

Jewel signed with Atlantic Records in late 1993. With an advance from the company, she rented a house with Lenedra and bought a used Volvo and a new guitar.

Recording "Pieces Of You" Jewel chose Ben Keith (Neil Young and James Taylor) to produce her first album. She began recording in 1994 at Neil Young's Redwood Digital Studio in Woodside, California. Young's longtime band, the Stray Gators, backed Jewel on five songs along with Steve Poltz.

But to capture Jewel's strong audience connection, Atlantic Records suggested a live recording. A sound crew set up at The InnerChange Coffee House to record three sets of Jewel singing to her regulars.

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So there you go for Jewel's Biography.

I will not buy Celest Chong's latest album - Snowflakes. Somehow, Celest Chong's Snowflakes has somehow enable itself to copy the exact rythm of the original song which is Jewel's Stand.

I shall repeat one more time -

I WILL NOT BUY CELEST CHONG'S LATEST ALBUM.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Frustrated

Fuck you, Blogger! Yeah, Fuck you! Blogger, you suck!

I'd written more than 5000 words only to realize all of that to disappear when I click the published button.

Fucking Blogger yet again had a downtime error.

*Clears throat*

FUCK YOU BLOGGER!

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Injustice

Wah! Celest Chong has yet again release a new album, titled Snowflakes. *Clap* Her song Snowflake is kinda catchy and everyone loves it!

But wait, Snowflake's tune seemed rather familiar.

*Thinks*

It's the chinese version of the song STAND, which was sang by Jewel.

Stand? Jewel? I neither have heard of her or her song STAND.

Then you all better bloody go to http://www.orangeous.org/main.html and listen to her song.

Jewel's voice is 100 times better than Celest Chong. And Celest Chong has done injustice to the original song!

I WILL NOT BUY CELEST CHONG's ALBUM.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Two Videos (Updated)

WATCH!

http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=theringbennyhill

and

http://www.the-tape.com/

This two videos should gear you up for the upcoming movie, The Ring 2 starring Naomi Watts as the leading actress.

It will be shown in the theatres on 24th March.

As of 21st March till 23rd March, I will not be updating my blog due to a chalet. As for now, enjoy reading my archives!

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Friday, March 18, 2005

Shopping Spree

For two consecutive days, I went for a shopping spree. I bought myself a sleeping bag for my upcoming class chalet. I thought it would be neccessary as those 'bed snatchers' would get those beds before I do.

And not forgetting those other many stuffs I bought.

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A new water bottle, and a few CDs. As mentioned in my previous entry, Glass Shoe was one of those VCDs that I bought when I was on the shopping spree.

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PLEASE buy the KOREAN DRAMA, GLASS SHOE. Without a doubt, it is one of the best Korean drama shows I'd watched. It will only cost you a week's allowance if you only received 5 dollars a day. Accumulate and you will be able to buy the VCD.

Do your calculations if you want to know the price of the VCD. Since it was not on a promotion, I had to buy it at a higher price. But nevertheless it's worth my money.

Hunger for music, I bought 3 albums from Norah Jones, Ashley Simpsons and Greatest Love of All respectively.

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However, thinking back, I neither fancy Ashley's voice nor her songs. I do not have the slightest idea why I would picked her instead of Ray Charles which was recommended by the Sales Assistant and many others.

I also bought a new sunglasses; it fits the color of my skin.

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Totalling the cost for only these few items has led to almost a hundred plus. And since, photobucket is currently having a downtime error, I shall continue blogging about my other shopping spree in the next entry.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Tooth Operation

Monday was the day I had my stitches took out from the extracted part by the dentist. Scared I was but soon I realize it was not painful at all. In fact, I laughed my head off.

Yes, some of you may ask why I needed to go for tooth operation which I mentioned in my earlier entry. Some were concerned and I truly appreciate and thank you for your blessings.

The previous night, I had a terrible toothache. Unbearable it was. It has been more than thirteen years since I visited a dentist and I promised myself not to even step into one.

But I was left with no choice. Because of the pain, I could not sleep at all. I curse myself for not taking proper care of my teeth.

When everyone was going to work and to school, there I was waiting for my turn in the clinic. Fear engulfed me and for a moment, I nearly cried.

And then it was my turn.

I went into the room and was immediately greeted by the dentist who was wearing a mouth mask. I was then asked to sit on the chair and waited for his next instruction.

I was then asked to gargle my mouth and proceeded to lie down seconds later. He took his neccesary equipments and began to work with my aching tooth.

...

...

...

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Before he can even pull my tooth out, he injected anesthetic into my gum and minutes later, my mouth felt numb.

I opened my mouth wide and had to stay in that particular position for more than fifteen minutes.

My visions became blurry but still manage to see the doctor shaking his head indicating that the tooth was too hard to be pull out.

An operation was needed to remove the tooth successfully. Without hesitation, my mum agreed to it and had to pay two hundred dollars to just get one of my teeth out.

The dentist took some kind of a 'driller' and break my tooth into half since it was impossible to even take the whole tooth out.

Minutes passed and finally the tooth was broken into two. I heard the door creaked opened and there his assistant walk in.

Worried he was when he saw bruises on his assistant's eyes and nose.

Assistant: I was rushing and then - the next thing I know hor - ...

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...


...

BAM!

Startled I was when I heard her sudden loud voice. Enraged I was when I realize the dentist had completely ignored me.

I got out from the chair and grabbed the needles and poked the dentist's wobbly ass.

He screamed in pain and turned to me. Still not satisfied, I poked him several times at his big thighs.

Abruptly he collapsed to the floor and died.

How tragic it was but fortunately, it did not happen. It was all part of my imagination.

The assistant took a small pipe and stuffed it into my left side of mouth. Apparently, it was to suck out all my saliva.

The dentist then with all his might pulled out the smaller part. No pain was felt but I could see and feel that he was using force to pull it out.

And so this also happen to my bigger part of the aching tooth. An hour passed and finally, the operation ended.

He stitched the opening and asked me to gargle my mouth with water for the last time to wash away the blood.

Then, he placed a cotton gauge over the wounded area and instructed me to do so till the gum stopped bleeding.

I thought it would only bled for a while but I was so wrong. It was only at night, the bleeding stopped.

So I'd learnt a valuable lesson - take proper care of my teeth.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Why Worry...

Sometimes, people will find me a nuisance - always worrying about so many things even though certain things are not really that of to worry about.

But I'm that kind of person. What do you expect me to do?

"Will I fail my test even though I studied? Did I studied hard enough?" OR "Shucks, I did not studies. I will fail."

Regardless of whether I studied or not, I will still worry. Maybe that's still normal, you say.

How about...

"Dust got into my eyes. Thus, I am going to be blind."

"While running, I fell down and hit my knees. It's bruised and bleeding. Will it continue bleeding? Will I get infection? Will I die if I had an infection? Will my legs be amputated because of the infection?"

"I ate oily food. Will I grow fatter? Am I fat even before I was eating those oily food?"

"I hit my head against the wall. Will I get headache? Is my brain damaged?"

I also worry for others.

"Is my other half doing fine while at the singing practice? Did they bully my other half?"

"Oh gosh, you were practising from ten to six? That's too much."

But now I realize worrying is a burden and I have already lifted it off from me. From now on, I will act ignorant.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

All Ends Well

Yes, I admit I had a relationship problem but it's all fine now. It was a huge relieve for my other half and I.

My other half apologized and everything's fine now as I am not upset anymore. Suprisingly as it was, my other half bought me two stalks of blue roses along with a few other flowers wrapped nicely.

Touched I was when I read the card that was nicely designed and words that were meaningful.

I promised and hope this incident would not happen again.


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Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Sunday, March 13, 2005

The Wait...

...Is finally over. Today, I bought the Korean drama serial, Glass Shoe. 32 dics in total with such an affordabe price.

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Even the cover of the CD looks nice and appealing. What more do you want for a very reasonable price?

Except that it does not have a English subtitle.

Let's do some close-up on the CD, shall we?

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Ah, the charming casts. Oh, on the bottom right, there it states the price.

39.90.

So what are you waiting for?

BUY!!!

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Disappointment to Fury

It was only a disappointment when suddenly fury took over me when I was blinded by a entry by my other half.

"Sometimes things crops up and under unforseen circumstances, you have to cancel the meeting with your love ones."

But what if you are still able to stand up for what's left and deny the date that was given to you when you were given a choice to choose. A choice to pick a date, and then be finalized.


Let me give you an example.

Let's name them XXX, ghost, guy, and my other half.

XXX: During the March holidays, we will be having lots of training and its the best time. Now, all we have to do is to choose the date. Tell me which dates you are free so that we can have the trainings.

Ghost: Sorry XXX but I am unable to make it on Friday as I have something on.

Other Half: Yeah me too.

Guy: I will not be free only at night as I am working as a waiter.

XXX: Okay, how about fixing another date. *thinks for a minute* Let's have it on Tuesday then.

Nobody disagreed with XXX and so Tuesday was the day for training. But I was rather suprised when my other half did not even bother to tell XXX that my other half would not be free on that day. Silence engulfed my other half.

When others bother to tell XXX that they were not free on a particular, why didn't you. And if so, why did you only informed XXX to cancel the training only after I told you that you are to be out with me on that day.


Initiative?

"Most of the time you expect them to be caring.."

I would always have the idea of picking you up from school. I would always send you home and accompany you to wherever you want to go.

When you were sad, I consoled you. When you were angry, I calmed you down. Once, I sheltered you from the rain with my umbrella even though I know it cannot shelter both of us. I was partially drenched.

And went I came to know that you had to go for your practice today, I immediately without having second thoughts, cancelled my fiknatic outing to Suntec City when you asked me to accompany you.

"And understanding.."

We only meet once or twice a week whereas you meet your friends everyday in school. And when you have to cancel one of our meetings due to class gathering or somesort, I agreed willingly.

Yet again, I agreed willing when you had to cancel our meeting due to a family outing.

Homeworks and tests piled up for you and so I decided not to call you to give you ample of time to study and revise.

And when you were tired and washed out, I decided to forgo talking to you on the phone as I wanted you to have ample of rest.

When you were late for almost two hours, I did not grumble. I perfectly understood that you were tired and nobody had woken you up.

"Capable of comprehensing and switching meetings to another date.."

Abruptly you had to attend a powerpoint meeting twice on the same date which we were suppose to go out, I agreed to the cancellation of our meetings.

And when once I had planned to meet you at 10 in the morning, your lecturer called to inform you that you had to go back to school to get some documents back, I adjusted the time of meeting to a later timing.

"... during the holidays when one is particularly quite free, one can easily visit his/her other half..."

When you are having your holidays, I am schooling and when I am having my holidays, you will have to go back to school.

So, logically, how can one of us be particularly quite free?

"..take for example, my last other half.."

Comparing me to your previous other half is not quite a good choice to make when the quarrels and scenarios of what we had fought about are completely different.

"We broke up due to time constraints and various quarrels, though the main focus was on time."

Even though you were refering to your previous relationship, you felt that it is going to happen again.

Wrong!

I'd never been busy; I always make time for you. And as for yourself, did you ever try to do the same thing?

The main point is I don't see that we are having any time constraints.

I hope you really did put into consideration of what you had typed.

But if ever I make mistakes, I won't hesitate to apologize. But this time round, I don't see myself commiting any mistakes.

Cheers!

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...

My heart is as fragile as anybody. Once smashed into smithereens, it's hard to piece them back together.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Sleepless

I can't sleep due to some stupid toothache I have. It's so unbearably painful. Note that is 4 in the morning.

Guess I should study for my test this coming Friday. And probably I will not go to school later as I need to visit the dentist.

As for now, I am bored to death. I shall do a quiz to kill my boredom.

Congratulations!
Your IQ score is 136

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Word Warrior. This means you have exceptional verbal skills. You can easily make sense of complex issues and take an unusually creative approach to solving problems. Your strengths also make you a visionary. Even without trying you're able to come up with lots of new and creative ideas. And that's just a small part of what we know about you from your test results.


Monday, March 7, 2005

Learnt

I have written a long entry only to realize that it could not be published on blogspot as blogger is having a downtime error.

All my efforts were crushed like a good written essay on a piece of paper. Now, I have to write another entry of a different title and and story since I had forgotten what I'd wrote.

How forgetful could I be? -Tsk Tsk!-

For the next two weeks, I will be extremely busy with my class chalet and my own chalet with my other half. I am however really excited. How I wish time would travel faster but on the contrary,that would means lesser quality time spent till the next 2 weeks.

Recently, I learnt something new in life and also that a particular character in a korean drama serial has also taught me how to be jovial always despite of hardship ahead of us.

By now, most of you should know who I was refering to.

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Still not sure of who I speak of?

...

It is Li Shanyu in the korean drama serial, Glass Shoes, which is shown every Monday and Tuesday, 10.30pm on channel 8. No matter what hardship she faced in life, she will dismissed it with a smile. Every words she said were meaningful. Touching.

And each time I watch Glass Shoes, I will break into tears just seeing the miserable life Li Shanyu is leading and the meaningful words she said.

I know it is a sin to write movie / show review in my blog but I shall be a sinner by writing the summary of the drama serial tomorrow.

As for now...

When I am sad, I will LAUGH IT OUT.

When I am angry, I will LAUGH IT OUT.

When I am frustrated, I will LAUGH IT OUT.

Now, I realize that it's pointless to get upset over trivial matters. Just LAUGH IT OUT.

That was what I did in the morning; laughing whole-heartedly when I knew that I was feeling the Monday's blue.

Probably I was laughing too much that frustration took over me for the next couple of hours. But as soon as I reached home, I start to laugh at myself for how foolish I was.

HAHA!

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Friday, March 4, 2005

Cut; Britney Spear

Evil Twin: Hi Britney. Your breasts are getting bigger by the minute. May I know the secret to your big boobs?

Britney: Oh, sure. I learn from Pamela Anderson except that I told the doctors to stuff apples and pears into my boobs instead of the usual silicon things.

Evil Twin: Why is that so? Why use fruits?

Britney: If I ever feel tired balancing my boobs when walking, I shall have the pears and apple removed and I will eat them. I must say, Pamela Anderson is a dumb blond.

Evil Twin: ...

Britney: Don't you get it? Oh my, you're as dumb as her! Well, she got tired of her big breast and wanted the doctors to make them smaller again. So they had to remove the silicons. She could have used fruits instead. That way, she could have save up the cost and eat those fruits that were once in her.

Evil Twin: It's like killing two birds with one stone but still, it's disgusting.

Britney: Hey, the fruits were a part of me once. There's nothing disgusting about it, you asshole!

Did she just call me an asshole?! ...

*Revenge*

Evil Twin: I have a really interesting picture to show you. You'll sure like it.

Britney: Oh really? Bring it on baby!



Britney: That thing - I seem to see it somewhere before.

Evil Twin: Know what that is?

Britney: Come on! Are you kidding me? Of course I know. That's one hell of a big dick I'd seen in my entire life. Justin's dick was way smaller. I guess that's why I left him.

Evil Twin: I bet you will be screaming after I tell you whose dick that belongs to.

Britney licked her lips, "Tell me!"

*Grins*

Evil Twin: It's your husband's dick on display.



Britney: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! You're kidding, aren't you?!

Evil Twin shakes his head, "No, I am not kidding."

Britney: How am I going to have a good sex life now? I am going to divorce my husband right away!

I bet she doesn't know who did it...



Evil Twin: Yes, Martha did it for the sake of her girlfriend.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Wednesday, March 2, 2005

...When Earth Rejects Them...

...Heaven Don't Want Them...

...And Hell Wants Them...



Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Tuesday, March 1, 2005

I am Constantine

Time seems to be travelling faster than its usual rate. I hardly had a chance of really enjoying myself in a day. I suspected it must be the work of a Wiccan who wanted the time to speed up for his own purposes.

Tsk!

I'm afraid if this goes on any further, the next thing we will know is that we are already an old man or woman or maybe we do not exist anymore after a wipe out by a 'falling star', 'Comet' which completely destroyed Earth and any other living things.

So I shall remind you all to have aplenty of sex, get high on drugs and to engage yourself in the seven deadly SINS before that happens so that you can enter Hell with no difficulties.

Have mercy on me as I am just innocently fooling around.

The haze is so bad nowadays that I could smell it even. Fire not only ablazed in Indonesia but also in my own country itself. We do not have to reach out to Hell as it has already approach us with the recent scorching weather.

To make things even worst, I am still coughing my lungs out. My throat sores and it's too painful for me to swallow anything big. Maybe I am dying.

I can see dead people. Minutes ago, they were doing the macerena. Obsessed with the macerena dance, I joined them and danced my way to Hell.

"Oh Macerena! You put your right hand in, you put your right hand out..." But they kicked me out as soon as they realize I was singing the wrong song.

Then I tried to buy myself to Heaven by buying alot of cigars, condoms and drugs but it didn't work. The angels wanted me to do more sinner things before I could enter.

I was thinking what other things could be more sinner than to have aplenty of sex and get high on drugs. Then I was struck with an ingenious plan; to kill everyone whom I know of.

The angels came down again to inform me that I had successfully buy myself to Heaven but the people on Earth wanted me to stay.

Feeling touched and appreciated, I ...

An old lady came running towards me and fondle with my dick.

Hey I did not mean that kind of touch!

... I cried.

A demon suddenly appeared in front of me. "Take me on. One on One."

I got into my fighting position and glared at him. The atmosphere was intensed. I could see the huge bulge on my jeans.

Sounds dicky to me.

I ran towards the demon and took out the most powerful weapon I had in my pocket. I raised my hands and stuffed a 9 inch dildo into the demon's mouth.

I laughed like a hyena.

Apparently the demon seems to be enjoying it.

"You're definitely going to Heaven for that," said Lucifer.

You don't have to remind me about that.

Still, I saw the demon enjoying sucking the dildo.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac