Monday, May 09, 2005
Apologies and offerings
Listening to: Celine Dion & Peabo Bryson - Beauty and the BeastI'm not in the mood for much blogging nowadays. But I have to put up something. More like an apology to two of my favorite dames. And I had to ask help from C, no less. Aih...
Lase, Pablo, I'm sorry I said that you people were annoying. I love you guys, really, I do. I love you guys making a mess of my place. What I said earlier was uncalled for, and I apologise for that. I hope that you guys stop boycotting me and come back and fill up the comment box. Heck, I'll even throw in a *gasp* tag-board. Aigh.
As a final note on the apology, I offer Lase and her sister (pablo, of course. They're practically unseparable by now) these offerings. With open arms and open heart, I apologise to you both. I hope you could find the heart to accept my apology.
For Lase:
For Pablo:
For both of 'em:
Okay, back to the blog. Uh...Any new stuff? Oh, if you guys haven't checked the comments box (probably because of the boycott), There's a new album up in http://photos.yahoo.com/dickmulder1. It's the Kota Kuala Muda Kenduri pics. I've had new pics since then, but I haven't got it yet, let alone upload it. When I do upload it, I'll give a shout out in the comment box. (...or the future tag-board..)
Got some interesting stuff happening. First off, the Michigan dude's back. For good. So I guess I can't call him Mich dude any more. He landed around Friday noon, he said. Good to have you back, dude. ;)
Incidentally, the return of the dude has something remotely related with today's meat of the blog. It seems that I've developed some kind of anti-happy mode. Frankly, I'm not happy about this. Well, let me lay down the low-down of this mode, for our dissection (yup, I'm hankering to know why I got this shit).
The MO goes like this: happy stuff happens; I'm supposed to be happy; anti-happy mode kicks in; my happiness is limited, or demolished. Why? The logic, he says, that when I get on top of the world, the only way left is down. And I crash down hard, he says.
I have to offer an apology to myself, because I'm gonna condemn this crappy mode of mine. Why the fuck do you want to limit your own fucking happiness? Something happy happens to you, you only have to do one logical thing: be happy. So why the fuck you want to "limit the happiness"? Dude, try to imagine: what if there's no happiness for you, like, ever? What if there's no C for you? What if there's no Mich dude? What if there's no Kangar? What if there's no Lase? What if there's no EMiNA? Do you like it? Do people around you like it? Look above; See that ayam golek and muffin? That's for Lase and Pablo. Do you think they will be happy if you go fuckin' brooding all the time? Will you look at C? Do you think she's okay with you not happy? Do you care for her so much, you'd rather be brooding? Do you think she'd like it?
To keep it simple, dude: don't use that anti-happy crap. That's bullshit, fresh. If there's something happy, you celebrate it. Not limit it. If the happiness warrants that you share it, then you share it Blog it up here for Lase, Pablo and Ibanez to share that happiness. There's also C, if you still remember her. Go to her and smile. Say that you're happy. Share with her. She'd appreciate it and she'll also be happy to know that you're happy. Got it? Good.
Now that's settled, let's leave him writhing in the corner and realize the error of his ways. Let's move on to greener pastures.
PS: I've been reading Preacher. That's where my "colorful" vocabulary gets their refresher course. As our resident comicbook aficionado would say, "at least it's not Hellblazer."
arseeeefaceeeeeeee! XD