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It's been way too long since my last post, and as each day, the pressure seems to mount for me to write about something significant.

Rising to the occasion, today's post is all about embarrassment. Specifically, the actions we guys take when someone points out that our fly is open.

Why is it that AFTER someone points it out, we turn away, (walk even) zip up, then return to the group?

Shouldn't the undone zipper be the source we should be ashamed of, and not the zipping process itself? Why can't we proudly look our perceptive acquaintance in the eye, smile like there's no tomorrow, and zip up!?

Important questions

I was recently on a business trip to Singapore and was holed up in a neat (but overpriced) hotel called the Swissotel. As I munched on my American breakfast, fully equipped with both coffee AND orange juice, I had an epiphany.

The sunlight streaming in must have illuminated my stunned face as I asked this to myself; "Which is worse? Having a good hot cup of coffee go cold on you, or a good cold orange juice go warm?"

I sat there for a few minutes, paralyzed because I could not decide which drink to focus on. Life really can get tricky on you when you least expect it.

From that day on, I vowed to order one after the other. I suggest that you do to. ;)

Dreams to order

About a week ago I had an amazingly cinematographic dream. Without going into too much detail, it involved transformer like robots, crazy chase scenes and some pretty spectacular camera work. Needless to say, I had fun. =)

Perhaps already covered in sci-fi films, I was thinking it would be awful cool if someone could first figure out a way to find out what really influences dreams. From that, an invention could be made to create the dreams you really want!

The feeling of waking up after a great dream really is special. Imagine if you could pre-program yourself to dream a specific scene up.

I'd say it would probably look like a pair of VR goggles you strap on before bed time. Play a 5 minute clip to condition yourself, then remove them before bed. Next thing you know, you're romping through Mayan ruins with Angelina Jolie.

Sweet.

Story #10 - Lovemonster

This story stemmed from the words 'love monster', which I heard somewhere. This might be the most random and nonsensical of my stories, but it was fun writing it. ;)

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Lovemonsters are rare and passive creatures. As a species, they’re not as popular as their more violent brethren; trolls, basilisks, dragons and orcs. We believe this could be attributed to their lack of ability to inflict mortal wounds. Non-confrontational, they tend to attack only in territorial disputes. When the rare fights occur, the action is swift. Exchanges of hugs are followed with a flurry of kisses. The clear loser bows out of the fight by emitting a series of yelps. To the untrained ear, it comes across like a whine. However, seasoned hunters are adamant that it sounds like giggling.
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Divine message?

After a scrabble session with Rose at La Bodega, these were the final tiles I had in my hand. While Weeq sounds like 'week', I prefer to see it as someone up there asking me to 'Try Weed', JUST CAUSE.

I wonder how much of the world's religious texts were interpreted in this manner. ;)

Desperados

On the road earlier, I saw a car with a bumper sticker that read:

"Lose weight. Ask me how. 016 xxxxxx"

This was the second car on the road that I've had the 'fortune' to see. Those signs, alongside the ones that go "Lasik Surgery. Call 012 xxxxxx" spring forth 3 powerful words in my mind.

WHAT THE F@CK?

I'm going to play advertising snob now; the guys doing these kinda ads have as much marketing sense as a Malaysian political party placing up banners of their leaders hugging the elderly. I'm sorely tempted to call those numbers just to see what they have to say. After letting them ramble, I'll probably ask how many customers do they really get from calls like mine.

Then, I'd like to know if those callers are:
a) clinically insane
b) suicidal
c) have the mental capacity of a toddler
d) are so lonely in life that they're just dying to chat to anyone
e) any combination of the above

Bad habits

Everyone has bad habits. Yes you Mr/Ms "gold digga". ;)

However, it's quite often that we don't really notice them ourselves. From my personal archive, there was once when I was in a cinema and got a sudden nudge from this uncle beside me. "Excuse me, plis don shake yur leg can ah". Holy nuts!! I didn't even realize I was doing that! I then apologised. . . . . . after I shook it one more time for effect. ;)

Now leg shaking is a small thing really. However, what if some of the baddest things that happen around us is an equivalent habit that those people don't realize? What's the limit of how bad a bad habit can get? What's the next level of a bad habit? a Badder habit? Ultimate Evilllllll?