Tuesday, January 03, 2006
when nasty takes a holiday..
i would've posted a caption for each picture.. but all that came to mind was "damn that's so nasty!"
Monday, January 02, 2006
achievements...
a couple of years ago if i had to sit down a couple days into the new year i'd have a few things to say about the year that had just been in this entry.
that had also been a time when i spent a lot of time reading other people's blog plagiarising other people's writing styles, honing my own writing skills or lack there of.
then i realised a big part of 'writing' was also dependant on one's experience (ie the substance of any particular entry) and the ability to translate these experiences into smooth, fluent and coherent sentences.
invariably people change, and my interest in writing creatively dimmed to a low glow and as of writing this entry i still have no intention to fan it back to life.
meanwhile there are new and existing blogs that i find myself reading more regularly neglecting my own blog and wondering when i had stopped wanting to write.
so here i am, facing off with the 'create blog entry' screen tapping away quietly on this laptop with a hopes of spitting out an entry that may or may not have any point, speaking of laptops, the tom hanks and meg ryan movie "you've got mail" gave me this crazy idea that typing on a laptop actually enhances your writing abilities.
now, what i had in mind was to quickly jot down what had gone on at the new years eve party in prose form, something poetic and excellent.
but, everything that happened the other night came into my head in point form. i don't think point form cuts it these days.
blogging is a brutal business, it's tough when you need to gain and maintain a reading audience THEN you get misled by fake ass bastard comments made by random fake ass bloggers promoting things like home loans, scaffolding and child care who lie about good your blog is.
great...
so besides giving my liver a real spanking and feeding my belly with delicious beer calories one of the things i could remember was playing spin-the-sexual-truth-or-dare-bottle. it's just like truth or dare, except all the questions and dares were of a sexual nature. everyone who played chose sexual truth because i didn't think anyone would've wanted to have sex with anyone else there. no one was drunk enough i thought, and i would've definately made someone have sex with somebody from the party if they had lost and chose sexual dare.
one of the co-hosts left the sexual truth or dare group for a quick pee but he didn't come back to the circle of sexual interrogations, i later found him comatosed on his bed. funnily enough the guys ended up taking turns straddling his ass, everyone did it free of charge and they didn't even have to lose in sexual truth or dare.
rightly so that i spent new years eve with a bunch of friends i've seen for the larger part of 05 and i've had a good 05 myself which included leaving home, gaining a fake promotion and meeting my special lady.
oh yeah, one thing i'm not happy about though, i need to excercise more, i'm so fat. i blame it on beer, the heat - you can't excercise in the heat cos people die and lastly i blame it on the boogie.
that had also been a time when i spent a lot of time reading other people's blog plagiarising other people's writing styles, honing my own writing skills or lack there of.
then i realised a big part of 'writing' was also dependant on one's experience (ie the substance of any particular entry) and the ability to translate these experiences into smooth, fluent and coherent sentences.
invariably people change, and my interest in writing creatively dimmed to a low glow and as of writing this entry i still have no intention to fan it back to life.
meanwhile there are new and existing blogs that i find myself reading more regularly neglecting my own blog and wondering when i had stopped wanting to write.
so here i am, facing off with the 'create blog entry' screen tapping away quietly on this laptop with a hopes of spitting out an entry that may or may not have any point, speaking of laptops, the tom hanks and meg ryan movie "you've got mail" gave me this crazy idea that typing on a laptop actually enhances your writing abilities.
now, what i had in mind was to quickly jot down what had gone on at the new years eve party in prose form, something poetic and excellent.
but, everything that happened the other night came into my head in point form. i don't think point form cuts it these days.
blogging is a brutal business, it's tough when you need to gain and maintain a reading audience THEN you get misled by fake ass bastard comments made by random fake ass bloggers promoting things like home loans, scaffolding and child care who lie about good your blog is.
great...
so besides giving my liver a real spanking and feeding my belly with delicious beer calories one of the things i could remember was playing spin-the-sexual-truth-or-dare-bottle. it's just like truth or dare, except all the questions and dares were of a sexual nature. everyone who played chose sexual truth because i didn't think anyone would've wanted to have sex with anyone else there. no one was drunk enough i thought, and i would've definately made someone have sex with somebody from the party if they had lost and chose sexual dare.
one of the co-hosts left the sexual truth or dare group for a quick pee but he didn't come back to the circle of sexual interrogations, i later found him comatosed on his bed. funnily enough the guys ended up taking turns straddling his ass, everyone did it free of charge and they didn't even have to lose in sexual truth or dare.
rightly so that i spent new years eve with a bunch of friends i've seen for the larger part of 05 and i've had a good 05 myself which included leaving home, gaining a fake promotion and meeting my special lady.
oh yeah, one thing i'm not happy about though, i need to excercise more, i'm so fat. i blame it on beer, the heat - you can't excercise in the heat cos people die and lastly i blame it on the boogie.
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