perfect teeth

ok, maybe not so perfect. so i went to the dentist today. had my long overdue cleaning.

it was a female doc. not an old one either. probably around my age. maybe even younger.

i don't know about you guys out there, but having a decent looking girl around your age scraping your teeth, poking your gums, commenting on how you should remove your wisdom teeth soon is kinda disconcerting. too much pressure. i just want to get my damn teeth cleaned. i don't want to have to watch my composure while i wince in pain.

so i think i left a good impression (meaning i didn't piss my pants or scream out in pain).

i bet she can't stop thinking of me and my not-so pearly whites.

ritual sacrifice

i'm to go to a wedding dinner thingie this weekend. stag. so it'll prettty much be couple, couple, couple, me, couple, couple, fat ugly chick, couple. ugh. i gotta sit through 3 hours of that.

hopefully there'll be some eye candy there.

what animals do i have to sacrifice to the gods to ensure that'll happen?

:)

it's 10:57pm.

have you told your pet you love them?

fuck you

i said : do this, or i'll fuck you up.

he laughed so hard soda almost came out his nose.

i have muscles. they're just well hidden, that's all.

cavities, anyone?

ok. so i'm weird.

i'm actually looking forward to the dentist appointment this friday. i don't know why either. it's only one of those regular checkup/cleaning things. maybe that's why.

i doubt i'd be looking forward to my wisdom tooth removal appointment. speaking of which, i'm debating if i should ask them to let me keep my wisdom tooth upon extraction.

maybe i can then take it to my mom and ask her to give me some money for it.

tell me i'm not seeing things

the pole does look crooked, right?

oh, shiznit. yesterday i felt a slight urge to get another tattoo. ok, fine, it wasn't a "i want to get another" rather than a "hmm..i'm not opposed to getting more" kinda deal.

crap. better squash that idea before i end up with a big ass turtle on my forehead.

$1

- $200 bankroll isn't nearly enough to play at the $25 min blackjack tables.

- allure needs more girls. and stop charging $80 for a bottle of champagne.

storm trooper

testimonial

my friend kurt* was an ass in high school. he treated her like shit. don't believe me? ask him. he'll tell you the same thing. there's no denying it.

it's been 9 years since we graduated from high school (already? fuck. excuse me while i go slit my wrist), and a lot of things have changed. madonna got married, spice girls broke up, and he grew up.

he's calmed down quite a bit. not as emotionally uncertain as before, having shed a lot of baggage, some that he shared with me, some that he chose to keep to himself. maybe it's just maturity. whatever it is, he's become a pretty decent guy. still sucks in golf, but hey, not everyone can be like me.

so miss Angel*, if you happen to read this (sure, and i won the mega million jackpot), give the dumbass a chance, will ya?


*names have been changed to protect the guilty.

ps. kurt, i've done my part. now you need to paypal me the $1.45. thanks.

brain vs heart

have you ever wanted to do something, but you weren't sure if you should, so you spend days and hours debating internally?

it's almost as if you already know what you're gonna do, but you're trying to talk yourself out of it. i've had bouts of this where it came down to me actually talking out loud to myself. i'm trying to logically persuade myself out of it. it essentially boils down to a battle of brain vs heart. funny how two parts of you can tug you in two distinctly different directions, isn't it?

i usually ignore my heart's thumping and do the logical thing. some say it's not being able to let loose, but hey, i'm me. today i actually did let the heart win a battle though. nothing big, but something i really wanted to do.

and no, i won't tell you what it is.

i want. i want. i want.

who wants to donate to the "buy ed a new car" fund?

ah fucking choo

after 11 yrs in the states, i have officially developed full blown aller-fucking-gies.

i am dying here. i sneeze like there's no tomorrow, and shit drips from my nose every 10 seconds. to top it off, the inside part of my right eye is constantly itchy. i rub and scratch to no avail. i feel like poking my eye out with a sharp pencil, but that might conflict slightly with my plans for world domination, so i shall just keep rubbing my fucking eye like a retard.

i want to be at home, listening to madeleine peyroux, reading a book, while i wipe my snot on dandan.

free cone day

today is ben and jerry's annual free cone day.

she loved ice cream, even more so if it were free. she said it tasted better that way. go figure.

i'll be missing free cone day this year. someone please have some rocky road for me?

蔡琴 - 被遗忘的时光

是谁在敲打我窗
是谁在撩动琴弦
那一段被遗忘的时光
渐渐地回升出我心坎

是谁在敲打我窗
是谁在撩动琴弦
记忆中那欢乐的情景
慢慢地浮现在我的脑海

那缓缓飘落的小雨
不停地打在我窗
只有那沉默无语的我
不时地回想过去

self control

stop letting your emotions take control of everything, dude. take control of yourself. reign in your emotions. you can't let things affect you the way they do.

learn self discipline. do what you need to do, even though you don't feel like it. life doesn't stop happening when you're sulking. the world does not revolve around you, and it will keep turning with or without you.

tell yourself that things are ok, and they will become ok.

what doesn't kill you will only cripple, i mean, make you stronger, right?

friday night nap

i'm lying on the couch, struggling to not slide into the deep end when i look up and see him sleeping on top of the couch, oblivious to everything around him.

fuck, i want to be like him.

psp

i finally broke down and got one.

damn, i have no willpower.

quote

quote-that-i-read-a-while-ago-and-meant-to-post-but-never-did-and-now-i-just-remembered-and-went-and-looked-for-it-and-i-found-it-so-i'm-posting-it-now.

Dreaming men are haunted men.
-Stephen Vincent Benet

comfort zone

i read quite a bit. it's something my parents instilled in my sister and i when we were younger. plus, i don't have a gf and my left hand's exhausted. gotta kill time somehow, right?

so i realized that i have a much harder time when it comes to reading technical papers or classic novels. it's harder for me to digest, and sometimes, well, most times, i find myself zoning out and start to skim for content.

not so with the newer novels. grisham, king, etc. i can polish off a novel in one afternoon at starbucks.

why is that, i wonder. i think it has something to do with what's in my comfort zone and what's not. things i'm used to, i can do faster, but things that a bit unfamiliar to me takes me longer to adjust.

but if we dwell exclusively in our comfort zone, how would we experience new things? how do we challenge and expand ourselves? we only do things that we're accustomed to, and thus forgoing the experience of new and different things.

is that how i want to be? hmm.

just food for thought, that's all.

proclivity

that's my new favorite word. let's practice some usage of said word.

"ed has a proclivity for saying,doing and blogging stupid things."

yup. proclivity. good word.

8

that's the weight of my clothes. jeans, shoes, shirt, jacket. 8 fucking lbs. just thought i'd share with you people. so you see, i'm not fat, my clothes are.

received something totally unexpected today. and of course, being the dramatic retard that i am, 10,000 different emotions ran through my mind. still trying to sort it out. i think i shouldn't though. nothing to disect. just take things at face value. the other stuff is only in my head anyways :)

oh, and did you know there's a place in France called Tours?

yellow turd

twinkies first came onto the market 75 years ago. what a great day that must've been.

i love twinkies. they're wonderful snacks. tasty, easy and fun to eat. i wouldn't have ever gotten through my summer jobs without them. 65 cents and 2 twinkies drop out from the vending machine. gulp it down and you're a happy person.

i hate twinkies. i went through my "at least 2 twinkies a day" routine at work, and i ballooned. i went from regular ed to big bloated ed. not all of it was from twinkies, but it had a huge role in the whole play.

i don't eat twinkies anymore. i think i might have had one or two over the past year. i still do get the urge to buy them as i walk past them, but i don't.

anyways, happy 75th.

fingertip

Your fingers on my skin
Slight pressure, sensation linger
Soft and warm,
Slowly gliding along

Your silhouette next to mine
Trace it with my finger
See you with my fingertip
In the darkness of the night

--
i miss a female's touch. just a simple touch, really. maybe i'll start bumping into random girls now.

guess you're right afterall, tin lion.

more flower crap

is it only me, or do you want eggs for lunch too?

awwww

i crushed it with my left shoe after i took the picture.

glass half full?

[12:13] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: whats for lunch
[12:14] fishballerz: anything's cool
[12:14] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: anything?
[12:14] fishballerz: food factory
[12:14] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: nope
[12:14] fishballerz: come on. you have to go back there sometime
[12:14] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: never
[12:14] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: again
[12:15] fishballerz: i heard there's this indian place buffet on university
[12:15] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: ill go there
[12:16] fishballerz: k. don't exactly know where it is though
[12:17] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: well then lets go somewhere else
[12:17] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: popeyes
[12:17] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: popeyes
[12:17] fishballerz: sure
[12:17] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: or checkers actually
[12:17] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: since its nice out
[12:17] fishballerz: it doesn't matter.
[12:18] fishballerz: you know why it doesn't matter?
[12:19] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: y
[12:19] fishballerz: because we're all gonna die anyways
[12:19] iLoveGirlsFromOhio: yup
[12:19] fishballerz: k. let me know when

no purple rain

sorry jenny, i'll have to bust out the pink sooner than later.

don't worry though, i'll still wear a thong to your wedding.

what i learnt this weekend

- the movie "sahara" sucks. penelope cruz can't act, matthew "i play bongos naked" mcconaughey can't act, and the plot's incredibly ridiculous. to top it off, there was no gratuitous sex scene. bleh.

- i might be over my golf phase. it's getting terribly frustrating lately. either take a lesson, or ebay your clubs, dude.

- hawaiian bread is the shit. in a good way, of course.

- i miss having a whole bunch of magazine subscriptions. all of them ran out, and i was too lazy to renew them. i didn't even know i missed them until i "borrowed" a bunch of magazines from a friend's house and started reading them again. hmm..does that make me an intellectual?

- my blue period's going away a bit. maybe it's a temporary thing, but let's all hope for the best, k?

question

i'm not a religous person. i choose to exclude religion from my life. that being said, i'm curious about how the pope was buried today. maybe someone with a more thorough understanding of the catholic religion can shed some light on this.

the pope was buried today in 3 layers of coffin. 2 wooden coffins, with a zinc coffin between them. It is then place inside a marble crypt. from what i can gather through online articles, this is to create an airtight situation in order to preserve the body of the pope.

can someone tell me what's the purpose of preserving the body?

fuzzy yellow ball

a gift to you