So I'm in Penang now, and there's Internet! Well I've really just been so busy that I haven't the time to blog, and tomorrow is gonna be even busier as we'll be starting our shoot after we get our equipment. Not to mention post production has to be done in the same day. But oh well, I've done worse.
Anyways this was just a quick update which isn't really much of an update at all, but more so a reminder to certain friends, to hang in there and stay strong. I'm only a phone call away if you ever need me.
-Sam-
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Hula Hoop
You're like a hula hoop,
With those rattling things inside,
Buzzing around and around my head,
Constantly droning on to the rhythm....
Of your hips,
As they sway,
Away and away,
In my imagination....
No, I'm not this creepy in real life. Okay maybe just a little...
But if you were there, you'd know. =)
And now it's Jamie's turn.
With those rattling things inside,
Buzzing around and around my head,
Constantly droning on to the rhythm....
Of your hips,
As they sway,
Away and away,
In my imagination....
No, I'm not this creepy in real life. Okay maybe just a little...
But if you were there, you'd know. =)
And now it's Jamie's turn.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The boy
The boy in a corner thinking and torn,
Between a girl and the words of a song,
The boy who gave her a single red rose,
And in turn received a kiss on the nose,
The boy who became the happiest man,
When she said yes and smiled as they ran,
The boy who sang his heart out for her,
Bound to be her sadness's cure,
The boy who wanted to hold her hand,
To love and cherish her till the end,
The boy who kissed her as she was gold,
Who finally found his heart truly sold,
The boy who would laugh over candlelight dinner,
He'd sacrifice all his dreams just to keep her,
The boy who'd found the love of his life,
To laugh and joke with through the strife,
The boy who did not want to part,
Though time and space would stretch his heart,
The boy whom reason had won his hand,
Though promises he made, he'd continue to lend,
The boy who's heart would continue to tear,
Between what seems right and what seems fair,
The boy who missed her intimate touch,
And the feel of her skin as they hugged on the couch,
The boy who's friendship with her knows no end,
Though he wishes things were, as they were then,
The boy who is sitting here, all alone,
Reminiscing his valentine days of old.
Between a girl and the words of a song,
The boy who gave her a single red rose,
And in turn received a kiss on the nose,
The boy who became the happiest man,
When she said yes and smiled as they ran,
The boy who sang his heart out for her,
Bound to be her sadness's cure,
The boy who wanted to hold her hand,
To love and cherish her till the end,
The boy who kissed her as she was gold,
Who finally found his heart truly sold,
The boy who would laugh over candlelight dinner,
He'd sacrifice all his dreams just to keep her,
The boy who'd found the love of his life,
To laugh and joke with through the strife,
The boy who did not want to part,
Though time and space would stretch his heart,
The boy whom reason had won his hand,
Though promises he made, he'd continue to lend,
The boy who's heart would continue to tear,
Between what seems right and what seems fair,
The boy who missed her intimate touch,
And the feel of her skin as they hugged on the couch,
The boy who's friendship with her knows no end,
Though he wishes things were, as they were then,
The boy who is sitting here, all alone,
Reminiscing his valentine days of old.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Gentlemanly Thief
I strained my left calf recently. Due to my style of walking, it basically means that I cant put much weight on my left leg, or else my calf will seize up and collapse.
Today, I was walking down the stairs in a mall (cause the escalator was broke), and there was a woman in front of me. Because of my bad leg, I was forced to hobble along behind her at more or less the same pace that she was descending at, instead of sprinting down and dashing past her like I'd normally do.
She glanced worriedly backwards, 4 times, and clutched her purse tighter than normal.
How has society degenerated this much, what a woman cannot feel secure in a circumstance like that? Shame on guys who took advantage of women in those situations. You give us, BAD names.
People like you, forced me to rob her against my own will. Because of you, for however brief it was, I robbed her of her comfort. I robbed her of her security. And I robbed her of her purse. *que turntable screw up effect*
Okay well I'm kidding about the last one. But you get my point.
I mean, what could I have done? Be my usual upfront self and blurt out "Don't worry I'm not gonna rob you or anything"? Gosh she'd prolly be even more freaked out if I did that.
And what the hell has happened to gentlemanisme?
/end rant
Today, I was walking down the stairs in a mall (cause the escalator was broke), and there was a woman in front of me. Because of my bad leg, I was forced to hobble along behind her at more or less the same pace that she was descending at, instead of sprinting down and dashing past her like I'd normally do.
She glanced worriedly backwards, 4 times, and clutched her purse tighter than normal.
How has society degenerated this much, what a woman cannot feel secure in a circumstance like that? Shame on guys who took advantage of women in those situations. You give us, BAD names.
People like you, forced me to rob her against my own will. Because of you, for however brief it was, I robbed her of her comfort. I robbed her of her security. And I robbed her of her purse. *que turntable screw up effect*
Okay well I'm kidding about the last one. But you get my point.
I mean, what could I have done? Be my usual upfront self and blurt out "Don't worry I'm not gonna rob you or anything"? Gosh she'd prolly be even more freaked out if I did that.
And what the hell has happened to gentlemanisme?
/end rant
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