..that I don't keep a JOURNAL for other people's sake. One tend to forget about it at times, at a cost..
So why do all series' premiere have to be in late september? What am I going to watch until then? I've finished CSI, NCIS, Merlin -- and that's about all series I'm interested in. I want to catch up with both Supernatural and Ghost Whisperer - but my superstitious little self tend to not want to think of spooks and things that go bump in the night that's not a friggin' rabbit on my roof. So maybe by.. say, Ramadhan (where all nasty spirits are tied in holy chains.. dun dun dunn...), I'll catch up with 'em. Besides, I'll be sleeping on daytime during then, so no worry about things that go bump in the night.
The IHFC meetup last week was - unsurprisingly - canceled. Although I would've not minded going to Bintaro and play with Aqiilah all day and night, I was amused to see it canceled. Not surprised, just amused. I guess some people need to realize how unliked they are.. I have no qualms with the arranger. I didn't like her much, but not enough to totally despise her. Actually, I feel (dislike) more strongly for those - or just to make thing simple, *one of* those, who caused the cancellation. I never liked potty mouthed people. I definitely don't like her enough to eventually blocked out her potty-mouthed updates from my news feed. Granted, my kids would never see 'em. But I really would rather not have incidents happen. Besides, the things she said disgusted me to the point of my mental assessment judges would cry: "FOUL" whenever I see her updates flashed on my FF toolbar.
Truth to the matter at hand: You cannot buy milieu. Not even with all the money in the world. Nor the prettiest of pretties in the world.
Speaking of milieu, I reckon another person will get the ignore button from me.. Hey, I drink - or shall I say, I'd *drank* a sailor under the table. But before so (read: when I was in Jr. high etc), I know the names of those drinks - courtesy of my aunt who'd always have a bottle or two (or a half-dozen) in her house. I learned how to roll a brandy, how to pour whiskey, how to take tequila shots, and so on; by observation. But the one thing I will *NOT* mistake are the spelling. There's no way I'd type 'marteeny' unless I've had a half gallon thereof. So when a former schoolmate of mine starting to claim he'd drunk 'vodCa', I can smell the lies.
I do wonder, though, why lies? Why bother lying about such thing? It's not like one's merit is determined by how much one can hold in a sitting - this is definitely *not* russia - where a temperature of 20 centigrades is considered as a bloody heatwave. Indonesia is too hot to make even drinking beer a laughable feat - you'll sweat like a pig under half a can. I've *always* kept my environment under 20 centigrades whenever I take a guzzle of anything with alcohol. So at nights that spit out the fire of a 35 centigrades heat, one claiming he'd been "boozing" deserved nothing but a laugh. Really.. the misspelling is only one indicator of your lies. The frequency is another. Anyone who drinks with the frequency you "claimed" you've done ought to be worried of their liver. Or chronic alcoholism. And being in Indonesia, that would also mean lack of body fat - sweating a lot tend to do that to you. But hey, you're as fat as a pig! So, mind if I uncover your lies? Oh wait, I reckon everybody knew that already. That's why they never bothered to treat you with the respect you've always craved.
lulz.
I guess with the absence of things-to-watch, I should really get back to writing.. Or designing. Neither's muse seems to be around at this time of the day, though.
I need to budget to buy a new monitor. This one is short of dying. *sigh*
Happy b'day, little Andrea - the one on my pic. You're so much more pain in the ass than you were back then. Somebody should truly bitchslap you and make you behave like a little girl instead of a wannabe adult. Oh wait, make that: bitchslap your mother. Nothing's more sad and pathetic than little kids behaving like adults.