A LiL Explication Please

Life through the Fake Filter

Monday, July 23, 2007

Recently ive been finding it a tad tough to look at people straight in the eyes.
I'm definetely gonna need to take double doses of walks with God this season.
In the park..In the Loo..under my work station..wherever.

I am gonna generalise and maybe we can all relate.
This blog's not about doing an expose on my once- dramatic- now- yawnsome life.
Though i highly believe through the medium of writing ,its possible to make a dinner at the usual kopitiam..makan places lost-and found.
But hey, if there's a need or a want that's strong enough ...or how i stare blankly into space at work for a second to long and i can't remember what i'm meant to do next...then yea
I'll pen some chunky-monkeys .

Back to why i can't look at some people in the eye. (Apart from those wth conjunctivitis)
Its really because they bring a really strong sense of nausea up my digestive tract.
And humanly, i really can't take such high potency of bile.
So thats the primary thought.
Secondary action is the rationalisation process..i can just imagine livia telling me im giving her a headache at this point.
She was holding her head in feigned pain..after i blab about the flaws of PBL on the way back from lunch yesterday. She's really the cutest thing alive.

Rationalisation..yeah the part where u just force positive pathology( if this doesnt make sense to you..im just exploiting my temporary Dicken's license where u just randomly coin terms and phrases) out of your pores...u know how u try to squeeze out the pus from ur zit and nothing comes out..so u keep squeezing until the watery plasma...oozes out and then the skin breaks and blood comes out n then a trickle of that goey yellow infection juice?

Yeah a lil like that...u do the 'maybeee s/he's young'..
'perhaps its cuz of external factors'
'it's probably not that bad'
U just squeeeeeze that positive pus outta ur pores.

Then the third stage of this process is the hardest.
You choose to remain in the realms of positive pus.

Meaning you try to believe all those maybe babies.

Then after all that if you still can't look the person in the nose or eyes...
Here's Stage 4.
You just run to God for help.
Run cuz if you jog or stroll..you may not make it in time and you will reach your POINT of Puke.
Cuz He really puts alot of weight on reconciliation procedures.
And i am certain He'll help those who seriously need some gummy beary juice to spring out of humanausea.
Unless of course you've been praying for patience and perseverance towards the homosapien world ..then you jolly well..
suck some sourplum and love the yuck factors... The waves usually pass when you choose to remain in stage 3 and lean on God... Stage 4.

This is how you vent via ranting without mentioning names situations or events .
I'm quite pleased to let my posts always remain at a babypool shallowness..
That way only the highly perceptive will have a vague clue what i may potentially be driving at.
And i am at a lower risk of drowning anyone,even those who can't swim..
hey..all you have to do is walk out the pool..
unless you fall from a high point and the pool's too shallow that the impact disjoints your neck or your head hits first and the result is a bloody chlorine pulp.
heh.

Life through the fake filter...
I reckoned I previewed the trailer this weekend.

Something gross and worse than smelly toes

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Just a couple of days ago I discovered something quite revolting.

Ever taken a whiff at your toothbrush?

As of last year, i've been doing a few travelling stints. Mostly for work and the likes so i've got this travel bag with all the stuff i need (and don't need) and of course one of the staple fixture is my toothbrush. Lets call it Mr Tooes.

SO Mr Tooes travelled with me everywhere. To the states, to HK, camps, Mission trips , day trips, over night rendezvous.
Mr Tooes

And cuz each time Mr tooes gets used, its just a few nights at a go, You don't really think much about it.

I mean he looks pretty nifty.

But just 2 days ago...
Mr Tooes taught me a grave, startling and nearly choking lesson

I was just squueing the last ounce of Colgate whitening tooth paste (which doesn't really whiten) and I saw Mr Tooes standing around. I couldn't find my other toothbrush so i've been using Mr Tooes for quick fixes...Anyway..It was Then i smelt something bizarre , grotesquely foul...but strangely..familiar?

I started sniffing my hands while holding onto the toothbrush and it got increasingly pungent. EUw..
Argh i feel like lurchin into puke mode just thinking about it.
Sniff trail continues...then it registered...It was the toothbrush.

Defined as: small brush; has long handle; used to clean teeth

That was the stink.

It was a giant germ nest!!! Rotting matter on seemingly white plastic bristles.
Billions of invisble bacteria on each strand.
AHHHHH
And i've ben putting that Funky SmeLLy Bristly Tooth-Cleaning device in my mouth for days.

I don't even let a hot guy get that close..
*SHudders.&.convulses*

So dear kids, don't be a smarty panty like me...and believe your inanimate objects by how they look.. Take a close whiff. Beware. I suggest you do Not do this after meals.

And..to Mr Tooes...
DUDE...You've got serious issues.
May your bacteria multiply in trash land.
White bristles.
...

Kappooots.

A Black & White : Hi Intro Please

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Hi My name is_____

Something funny happened at work today. Well its funny like 5 hrs later

A young colleague of mine, just got my 'presence' on his msn.

And he, despite being around for a few months,& having had many non-committal conversations with me, asked on MSN:

We haven't done our introductions yet right?

...

And he was persitent to let this eye-roll-inducing question be worthy of an answer

So there i was...At 915am in the morning with my-mug-of-mocha...

I typed in:

hi 22/f Singapore. U leh?

hahahah

The heydays of IRC

He went on to probe me for my Friendster add.

Alan if ure reading...cheers ..

Me and You & a dog named boo

Monday, July 2, 2007

I can't quite think of a title for this post yet. So i'll wait up for inspiration collision.
This post is about...
Me and You...and a dog name b00
hahaha...for those of you who knows this oldie..gee you must be rather...Experienced.
There. thats a good word for old.
Alright Thats my title.

Me:

WOAHh WOAH WOAHhh
Im on a snack fast
(For the 40days fast & prayer fest of the year)
So i eat my main meals
except on days where i plan to do a meal/day fast
and for 40 days.
No Snacking.
no chippys..no lollies..no icecweam..nofries..no cuttlefish..no sourplums.
*Feeling weak*..
But hey its gotta cost a lil something.
Snacking is my perpetual appetite...constant craving
(another oldie right there..im on a roll today)
I get into work..i start snacking at 9am..Breakfast/Lunch (optional) and i snack all the way till work ends.. and then i have dinner..usually a huge one.
I never knew crankiness or hunger until now. But i got a revelation about this fast just 2 days ago. Bear with me on this ...

So, Snacking's my way of life...
There's always at least 3 kinds of lollies/junk in my Doremon bag (as Maddy calls it)
This habit has grown to be an inate and absolute part of me.
Like da bone marrowin ma bones.
Without realising ..its also become a crutch..i never quite saw it that way
Parallel up...
Its a little like sin.. or the bad habits we all have both known and unknown to the spheres around us. The hardest kinda sin/crutch/habit to get rid of is the one that sticks deep...through the ages..abit like the chicken pox scar we have...(okay la i have one on my forhead..You don't have meh). OR that sand fly bite that can resurrect again n again.And leaves a scar that seems to itch evertime its hot.

I call this breed of habits/sin/crutches
The bone marrow.
It looks ultra painful to extract. and its mightly lots of work..
(drill into ur bone and suck out the marrow:)
So in the physical im killing my crutch ..
In the emotional..im gonna aim to be n do beyond what i feel. Which honestly has been pretty tough. Just day 1 and 'MeMyself&I' is clamouring for attention.
In the spiritual...Thats where i'm expecting breakthroughs in giant waves, medium whirlpools and tiny continual ripples.For my life, my cell and the YA.

YOU:

Featuring ISAAC & GAIUS! I just got these pics. Stellar huh.

If you want to be part of YOU...PoWow! away at the Tagbox

Dog named boo:
Um..

It actually makes sense..
Dog.
My Boo.
You add in the the equations;)