I went to see Resident Evil 4 …
I went to see Resident Evil 4 alone yesterday. Big-breasted women running around with big guns; that’s all the storyline a movie ever needs.
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I went to see Resident Evil 4 alone yesterday. Big-breasted women running around with big guns; that’s all the storyline a movie ever needs.
I’ve been spending these past days discussing art history and poetry, and I am now invited to a couple of art auctions? What the deuce? A stranger I ran into on the street sounded remarkably similar to someone else I used to know. And I mean ridiculously, remarkably similar. The same mousy demeanour, the same… Continue reading What the deuce?
It’d been nearly a week and that queasy feeling in Jack’s tummy wasn’t going away. He’d pondered the events of these past days over and over, and it wasn’t clear to him what bothered him more—what had happened, or the way in which she was handling it. They’d enjoyed a wonderful evening in the park… Continue reading On Jack’s vicarious anguish
So here’s what I just realised: I’m in an unfulfilling relationship. It took me a long time to arrive at that conclusion, and, quite frankly, I’m still not certain whether I can clearly articulate what the problem is. But here’s me trying. I’ve come to realise over the course of my existence that happiness and… Continue reading Happiness is overrated
“I’m less unhappy with you than away from you.” Why is it so hard for women to see that that’s a compliment?
It’s a pity men can’t pull off dangly things as well as women can.
It’s strange how things worked out, but almost as if it were planned, my extremely annoying and painful sore throat and cold cleared completely for the few days of my recent trip to L.A. But sadly for you, I promptly reverted to my unwell self on returning home, resulting in such a delayed update. (Kinda… Continue reading The war of art – I/II
I awoke last night in a cold sweat. Actually, I awoke once many nights ago but I’ve just been too lazy to write about it. In fact, I wasn’t even in a cold sweat at the time—I just threw that in there for effect. Like I was saying… I awoke in a panic late last… Continue reading Dipping toes
“But do you feel she’s pretty?” I push on, knowing fully well I can’t implicitly trust her answer. My mother has this odd way of rating the attractiveness of women, and someone who’s a 9 in her eyes is realistically more like a 6. But I chose to ask anyway, for I’d decided to let… Continue reading All the facts
Much of the recent silence you’ve been noticing is because I’ve been busy tying up loose ends, and attempting to return to some semblance of normalcy. It’s proving harder than I expected to get out of “technical writing” mode and into “daily whiner” mode, but I hope to get there soon. For starters, I’ve indefinitely… Continue reading Learning from the classroom
Cos there’s so little else occupying my head. This entry (or a couple, I haven’t finalised on how I plan to put these thoughts across) will surely ruffle some feathers, but what the heck? it’s not like anyone’s going to be reading after all this downtime. 1. It’s not like I am drawn to women… Continue reading Let it never be said, that the romance is dead
Ed. Note: And now for a slight deviation from our regular programming. If you feel today’s entry sounds different from what you’ve come to love around these parts, don’t fret, you aren’t imagining it. This entry was brought to us by a guest to this journal during the course of an earlier discussion. I don’t… Continue reading Another’s point of view
As surprising as it sounds, I’ve been paying attention to what the numerous presidential candidates have been saying recently. This is surprising not only because I’m usually of the opinion that politics is balderdash and the elections under discussion are well over a year away, but also because I’m not a citizen of this country;… Continue reading Bipartisan politics
Have you ever had that sickening feeling when you know you don’t want something, but also know that deep down, you really need it? It’s such a paralysing emotion to experience; being unable to move neither forward nor back, stuck only in the harsh realisation that whatever you do, you’re about to end up unhappy,… Continue reading Black, or white?
I know we’ve been through this a few times, but don’t you think that after being here for so long, it’s still really ironic that the only women around I find cute are so out of my league, they wouldn’t even be caught dead talking to me? And, the women who really want to talk… Continue reading Beautiful people