So its 4:00 AM in the morning .... and i just finished re-organising my light bulbs ....
Seeing that i have changed one (1) light bulb in my entire apartment for the 8 months i have lived in my apartment .... i thought it would be a good time to replace some ...
How you may ask did i get ordinary light bulbs to even last 8 months .... ahhh .. that is a science of innovation, and laziness i.e. "wotlessness"... the mantra of bachelor living.
Its simple:
I have several rooms in my apartment, many of which i hardly ever use .... for example the kitchen ... these rooms have several bulbs .... given that i spend 99.9 % of my time in the bedroom .... and these are that blow regularly and given that you only really need 1 light bulb in a room to see anything .... i just keep taking light bulbs from the other rooms and replacing the ones in my bedroom ....
For those of you who were not aware of what "wotlessness" meant before .... I'm sure you do now :)
So anyway.... there comes a point where demand outways supply with a fixed number of resources ... and after several of my rooms were cast into total darkness i thought it would be a bright idea to get some lightbulbs (using the fridge-light in the kitchen was defrosting my beer).
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Fucked up ...
Why oh why am I so fucked up lol
I don't know ..... I just have this compulsive urge to annoy people .... but very subtly ... so that they don't know I'm trying to annoy them.
But that's not the fucked-up part though .... its that i find it immensely funny.
I won't even write about the stuff i did or said recently .... but i just remember thinking "dread yuh overdoing it".
What is wrong with me ?? ... I don't know .... I just find that one kink in somebody's armour ... and I hit it with a sledge hammer. And I do so that the don't see it coming ... very stealthily .... like a ninja... a sledge hammer wielding ninja.
I don't know ..... I just have this compulsive urge to annoy people .... but very subtly ... so that they don't know I'm trying to annoy them.
But that's not the fucked-up part though .... its that i find it immensely funny.
I won't even write about the stuff i did or said recently .... but i just remember thinking "dread yuh overdoing it".
What is wrong with me ?? ... I don't know .... I just find that one kink in somebody's armour ... and I hit it with a sledge hammer. And I do so that the don't see it coming ... very stealthily .... like a ninja... a sledge hammer wielding ninja.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Warped ...
Last night was weird, I don't know if it was my overall general tiredness.... or my combination of sinus medication, alcohol and redbull the night b4 (in an effort to party without the sneezes)... but I found myself sitting in the back of my friends bus wondering where I was.
Now just to be clear .... this is not the same night that i party-heartied... it was the night after. And after seeing the significantly-less-interesting-than-I- thought-it-would-be movie "Wolverine" .... I found myself in a half dazed state on the way back home from the movie theatre.
It's weird having dreams when your up .... its like you can't tell what real and what's not (though the unicorn that pulled up along side us at the traffic light was a dead giveaway.... I think).
Uncomfortableeee ...... and my eyes were open too ... or at least one was ... or at least i think it was .... it was like a mini hallucination. Man .... I don't know how those 60's people thought LSD and acid were cool.
Unreality is scary. An having a warped childish imagination does not help in the slightest.
Now just to be clear .... this is not the same night that i party-heartied... it was the night after. And after seeing the significantly-less-interesting-than-I- thought-it-would-be movie "Wolverine" .... I found myself in a half dazed state on the way back home from the movie theatre.
It's weird having dreams when your up .... its like you can't tell what real and what's not (though the unicorn that pulled up along side us at the traffic light was a dead giveaway.... I think).
Uncomfortableeee ...... and my eyes were open too ... or at least one was ... or at least i think it was .... it was like a mini hallucination. Man .... I don't know how those 60's people thought LSD and acid were cool.
Unreality is scary. An having a warped childish imagination does not help in the slightest.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Once Upon a Time ...
Wow ... its been so long since I've been here ...on my blog ... almost six months ...
and i still have nothing to say ....
and still yet so much has happened during that time ....
I remember the days of sitting in my overly-large overly white walled construction site office with nothing to do BUT write on my blog. And now i barely have time for it. At first the excitement of writing "anonymously" on my blog was quite appealing. I just said what i wanted and didn't really care if it was crap, or if my grammar was bad, or if it was poorly written. It was truly just the Ramblings of a Madman. But as time went on, and my friends caught on, (and my not-so-friends caught on), i realised "Hey people actually read my shit". I would get critics and comments and messages about my latest blog entry. And somehow, though it was not my original intention, the pressure was on to impress. I was a rockstar.
And like a rockstar, your only as good as ur last solo. Gone were the days of random blog entries, effort had to be made to maintain a certain standard of entertainment, but with the same random style and feel. My blogs now tried to convey a message, they had to have purpose, to be subtle enough to be overlooked, but yet deep enough to those who looked deep enough. That took effort. Sure i slipped in the totally random blog between the really good ones. But the good ones took time. And time is something i have very little of with my budding "career" and return back to school.
I now look back at my over 25 incomplete blogs that were never posted ( i stopped counting at 25), and i wonder if I'll ever finish them. Or if I'll even remember what ways my train of thought at the time. But i like writting. And i want to start back. Even if it just a post about y i haven't been writting. A journey of a thousand blogs starts with 25 drafts .... or something so.
I dunno if I'll ever complete those drafts ... so don't hold ur breathe. But i will try to start back. Even if i can't find anything quirky or funny to say.
So here goes nothing !
(That quote sounds so good in cartoons ..... but yet is so gay to read geeze)
and i still have nothing to say ....
and still yet so much has happened during that time ....
I remember the days of sitting in my overly-large overly white walled construction site office with nothing to do BUT write on my blog. And now i barely have time for it. At first the excitement of writing "anonymously" on my blog was quite appealing. I just said what i wanted and didn't really care if it was crap, or if my grammar was bad, or if it was poorly written. It was truly just the Ramblings of a Madman. But as time went on, and my friends caught on, (and my not-so-friends caught on), i realised "Hey people actually read my shit". I would get critics and comments and messages about my latest blog entry. And somehow, though it was not my original intention, the pressure was on to impress. I was a rockstar.
And like a rockstar, your only as good as ur last solo. Gone were the days of random blog entries, effort had to be made to maintain a certain standard of entertainment, but with the same random style and feel. My blogs now tried to convey a message, they had to have purpose, to be subtle enough to be overlooked, but yet deep enough to those who looked deep enough. That took effort. Sure i slipped in the totally random blog between the really good ones. But the good ones took time. And time is something i have very little of with my budding "career" and return back to school.
I now look back at my over 25 incomplete blogs that were never posted ( i stopped counting at 25), and i wonder if I'll ever finish them. Or if I'll even remember what ways my train of thought at the time. But i like writting. And i want to start back. Even if it just a post about y i haven't been writting. A journey of a thousand blogs starts with 25 drafts .... or something so.
I dunno if I'll ever complete those drafts ... so don't hold ur breathe. But i will try to start back. Even if i can't find anything quirky or funny to say.
So here goes nothing !
(That quote sounds so good in cartoons ..... but yet is so gay to read geeze)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Moulin Rouge ...
So lately these days I’m fixing up the "Man-cave" and I wanted to add a touch of style to my apartment. I decide to put some of my interior finishings knowledge to good use given that I worked on a 5 star hotel and luxury apartment complex and use this knowledge to do some sprucing up on the house-to-be. (Notice I said interior finishings .... not interior design. Interior design just sounds too fruity).
The master plan was to add an accent wall to the living room ... an attention getter... but not to be too bright and cheery, because after all it is the Man-cave and I'm neither “bright” nor “cheery”. I go to the paint shop and choose a colour that I think would be good for my wall - "Moulin Rouge". On the colour card it looked like a suitable colour .... eye catching .... but yet broody ... like a French prostitutes lipstick - that's the thought that came to mind as I picked it out - Fiery, bold, seductive. But alas, the colour card seemed to have failed ...... because as I opened my bucket-o-paint I was surprised to find a strawberry milk shake colour in the tin........ "Arrrrgggghhhh ...... this is so gay" I thought ..... Not very man-cavish!
I decide to forge through with painting with my milk shake coloured paint and hope for the best. Due to my 'superior' knowledge of interior furnishing (not interior design!!) I knew that most water based paints dry darker than they look in the tin due to oxidation - (for all my fellow nerds). I must admit, I had very low expectations for the slightest degree of remote satisfaction - no amount of oxidation could bring this colour to a dark brooding red, I thought ... but hopefully the colour would be acceptably un-gay.
Much to my suprise .... the colour is "ok" ...... it is not as dark as I would have liked ...... but it is acceptable. It came out more of a bright cherry cheerleader colour than the dark, chain smoking whore colour I wanted ..... More pigtails than cocktails ... But at least my tentacles are still in tact.
P.S. ........Living alone and appearing gay is the antithesis of what any 25 year old male home owner desires. Its counter productive and not reproductive.
The master plan was to add an accent wall to the living room ... an attention getter... but not to be too bright and cheery, because after all it is the Man-cave and I'm neither “bright” nor “cheery”. I go to the paint shop and choose a colour that I think would be good for my wall - "Moulin Rouge". On the colour card it looked like a suitable colour .... eye catching .... but yet broody ... like a French prostitutes lipstick - that's the thought that came to mind as I picked it out - Fiery, bold, seductive. But alas, the colour card seemed to have failed ...... because as I opened my bucket-o-paint I was surprised to find a strawberry milk shake colour in the tin........ "Arrrrgggghhhh ...... this is so gay" I thought ..... Not very man-cavish!
I decide to forge through with painting with my milk shake coloured paint and hope for the best. Due to my 'superior' knowledge of interior furnishing (not interior design!!) I knew that most water based paints dry darker than they look in the tin due to oxidation - (for all my fellow nerds). I must admit, I had very low expectations for the slightest degree of remote satisfaction - no amount of oxidation could bring this colour to a dark brooding red, I thought ... but hopefully the colour would be acceptably un-gay.
Much to my suprise .... the colour is "ok" ...... it is not as dark as I would have liked ...... but it is acceptable. It came out more of a bright cherry cheerleader colour than the dark, chain smoking whore colour I wanted ..... More pigtails than cocktails ... But at least my tentacles are still in tact.
P.S. ........Living alone and appearing gay is the antithesis of what any 25 year old male home owner desires. Its counter productive and not reproductive.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Change
Yes yes yes its been a while,
but I got a whole new rhythm and a whole new style,
been through alot, maybe way too much,
time to paint a new picture with a brand new brush,
been laughing and loving, and crying and hurting,
but i have to start over with a brand new yearning,
life is pain and pain is life,
hurt to learn,
to get over strife you have to burn,
burn connections, intersections, rejections,
to change the man in the mirror you can't just destroy the reflection.
You have to destroy everything, the man and the mirror without objection.
If a man is a some of his experience, he is his past
and as long as those experiences last,
he is who he used to be.
unless he forgets,
forgets all the hurt and the pain and the regrets,
and just be,
I hope that can be me.
but I got a whole new rhythm and a whole new style,
been through alot, maybe way too much,
time to paint a new picture with a brand new brush,
been laughing and loving, and crying and hurting,
but i have to start over with a brand new yearning,
life is pain and pain is life,
hurt to learn,
to get over strife you have to burn,
burn connections, intersections, rejections,
to change the man in the mirror you can't just destroy the reflection.
You have to destroy everything, the man and the mirror without objection.
If a man is a some of his experience, he is his past
and as long as those experiences last,
he is who he used to be.
unless he forgets,
forgets all the hurt and the pain and the regrets,
and just be,
I hope that can be me.
Monday, September 15, 2008
The grass is always greener ...
I miss my old job,
I miss the freedom and boredom of office work,
I miss bumming around the office, and finding things to entertain myself
I suppose its good I’m actually working
Serious work, with serious people on a serious construction site
But I do miss doing playing the fool and doing pranks and scaring people.
Today I scared a construction worker .. just for old time sake
He cuffed me in my face
... Its just not the same
I miss the freedom and boredom of office work,
I miss bumming around the office, and finding things to entertain myself
I suppose its good I’m actually working
Serious work, with serious people on a serious construction site
But I do miss doing playing the fool and doing pranks and scaring people.
Today I scared a construction worker .. just for old time sake
He cuffed me in my face
... Its just not the same
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