Saturday, August 25, 2007

SHRINK RAP ::: A General Wonderingment

I was a kid you were my dad
I didn't always understand
I wanted freedom you got mad
You were concerned I got upset
I didn't recognize you yet
And did you cry I know I did
When I lied to you
I didn't want to hurt you
I just never knew I did
You never told me that you loved me
I know you didn't know how
I guess that shows we're much the same
'Cause I love you too and until now
I've never said those words out loud
I hope you're proud
To be my dad...
What are your secrets, do you pray
Is there a god that shows your way
I wish I knew...
Do you have crazy fantasies
What happens in your dreams
I want to know...
I guess you'll always be a mystery to me
But you taught me how to value life
And what else do I need
I have a dad who watches over me

Dad by K's Choice.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

FLAK ::: Messing with the Yin Wei

What's the logic behind removing establishments just because you had a falling out with your predecessor? There isn't one except you feel you need to be "the man". To you I have only one word: geezer.

You have that unquenchable thirst for vindication that even the innocuous are left scratching their heads from your scatterbrain antics.

Gawd, when will it end? Three more years of the "return of the Sith"? This is insane.

In other news, the Lambda Lambda Lambda fraternity just moved in next door to the office I work in. It will be interesting to see what kind of personalities and characters will show up at their doorstep every time they throw "parties". Also, I don't know if the two resident xenophobes, Anang Anay and Bokyong Blowfish, will turn congenial even with their bayfront view. They've been like moles in the hole for quite a while now, you see, and the sunlight rarely catches their eyes. Might make things worse. It's still possible, right?

So these are my new neighbors and I hope I never bump into them any time soon. Actually, I do cross paths with them in the hall at least once every (damn) day but they don't/can't see me. Happy about that. Long live anonymity.

There's this thing I've been terribly beleaguered with for the last month. It comes and goes as it pleases...I have no control over it. It creates a form of pseudo-depression that puts me on the brink of catatonia. There are whys and hows, sure, but I take them more as nuisances.

This post does not claim to possess any sense at all but it will serve its purpose one day when I am about to die and suddenly feel the urge to edit these blog entries.

P.S. Due to the pugnacious nature of this post, the possibility of a new entry after this one has now turned quite bleak.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

SHRINK RAP ::: Cap Feathers

Queen's Dr. Brian May is probably how the media will start referring to him if all go as planned later this month. In any case, I'm taking this as my splut for coming up with godawful excuses as to why I haven't a post grad. Yet. It's not a big deal, I know, but my brain (I feel) is akin to an analog mouse. It can only work on a flat, upright surface to slide on. And that is really starting to be a pebble in my shoe.