the letter 'm'

what is it about football and the letter 'm'? is it pure coincidence that the world's (arguably) biggest and most successful clubs come from cities that begin with 'm'? even liverpool are included, since they're from merseyside. the following statistics should be more than enough to convince anyone who's about to shoot his mouth off about other teams, especially juventus or chelsea.

the only team that i think really deserve to join the great m's is barcelona, with 16 league titles, 24 copas del rey, 4 uefa cups, 4 cup winners' cups, and being the only team to take part in every european cup since it began in 1955, besides winning it once.

ps. arsenal fans don't even come close.

manchester united
15 league titles
11 fa cups
1 league cup
2-time european champions

liverpool
18 league titles
6 fa cups
7 league cups
5-time european champions

ac milan
14 league titles
6-time european champions

internazionale milan
11 league titles
2-time european champions

bayern munich
16 league titles
5-time european champions

real madrid
29 league titles
17 spanish cups
2 uefa cups
9-time european champions


olympique de marseille
10 league titles
10 coupes de france
1-time european champions

while we're on the 'm' success story, it also brings to mind other industries besides football, namely giants like microsoft and macdonald's, both of which are leaders in their field. what about michael jordan, michael jackson and madonna? i bet the list could go on and on. just keep those eyes peeled for the magical mystery of the letter 'm'.

song of the month: may

music is a powerful medium. and that's an understatement.

it exhumes memories;
it alters moods;
it molds imajination;
it changes perception;
it procures solace;
it propagates desires;
it feeds emotions.

its influence on the human soul is essential and significant.

at the end of every month, i shall name the one song that had the most distinct impact on me throughout the past 30 days.

song of the month: may

"it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss."

title: mr brightside
artist: the killers
album: hot fuss
genre: modern rock

two redang buggers please

tat and jon just came back from redang, the island resort in malaysia. seems like they had a helluva time there. don't believe me? i'll prove it with two thousand words. here:



glad you enjoyed yourselves. i just wish i was there. maybe next time.

chapter 2: the lost exile

The Immortal - Chapter II

Darian awoke from his coma, numb and torpid. His head was a swirling sea of lead. Every wave, every crescendo punctuated with a throbbing that mercilessly hammered at raw nerve. He struggled to find his feet. The temporary concussion-induced blindness did him no favours either. He would have to depend on his other senses for cognition of the environment.

Sniffing the humid air, he caught a rapturous sting of acrid, nauseating putrefaction. He battled to keep the bile from ascending his gullet, jostling with the stench of decay until it finally drifted away. Kneeling his re-composed self on one knee, he cautiously felt the ground around him. It was grainy and moist. A deeply worrying concern was creeping into his head when his ears suddenly snared a distant sound.

Was that a howl? At first barely audible, then the second, followed by the third, resonating with increasing volume and clarity. The disconcerting thought he had earlier was now re-affirmed and proliferated into morbid apprehension, as the bone-chilling echoes penetrated his ears, and translated into howling. The hair on his nape stood as his memory provided some recognition.

Wolf-cries were never heard of in the Garden of Eden, but Darian had learned enough from the stories of the other angels. Stories of a penitentiary created for the incarceration of condemned beings, just like him. A wasteland of vast expanse in perpetual night illuminated by the omnipresent shine of a majestic moon, it was a dreadful prison for immortals who have sinned. Darian was also told that there was a dominant race of creatures roaming this land of exile. The land was a prison, and they were its wardens.



Lycans -- bloodthirsty tormentors of the damned, they were notoriously brutal in their relentless pursuit for sanguine satisfaction. Well-known and feared for their titanic strength and agility, coupled with a mammoth physique, these colossal wolf-like carnivores were the perfect torture machines.

Designed to hunt those imprisoned for eternity, Lycans inflicted insurmountable pain and agony onto their victims. These straitened sufferers did not have the luxury of death, therefore destined to experience cruel punishments until the end of time.

Darian shuddered in his consternation, deeply perturbed by the imminent actuality of such frightful circumstances. His vision had just recovered, as his gaze was uncontrollably attracted to the ominous brilliance of the deathly pale moon. A tide of calm washed through his entirety and dissolved his trepidation. Darian’s train of thought was about to commence its motion. It was imperative that he formulate a plan to survive in the banished lands and conceal himself from the dangers that lurked just behind the horizon. Would there even be a chance of escape?


haven't seen chapter 1? click here.

mental constipation

ugh.. i'm experiencing a mindblock. i don't know what to blog about, so i'll let the cartoon speak for itself, since a picture paints a thousand words. *sigh* so cliche huh?

saturday night clubbing

the dj's spinning techno,
the mate's cheering 'let's go';
house and hiphop and club and pop,
don't think - just let it flow.

the beat's taking its toll,
the rhythm's losing control;
skipping and leaping and prancing and dancing,
the music's tripping the soul.

the light's getting bright,
the crowd's saying good night;
raising the mug and giving a hug,
proclaiming 'tonight was alright'.

but wait - it's not quite over yet.
'though our clothes are wet and our batteries flat,
and can't quite remember who we've met,
let's stop by that midnight stall,
for supper, coffee, and a little chit-chat.

now the stomach's filled,
and the table's billed;
yawning and stretching and itching and twitching,
we'll leave when the cigarette's killed.
thanks for the fun, i was thrilled;
i better go home now; i'm gonna get grilled!

chapter 1: wrongfully accused

The Immortal - Chapter I

As an angel in the Garden of Eden, Darian was responsible for the welfare of the winged unicorns which dwelled there. Peace and serenity was prevalent in his life, until that unfortunate day when his destiny would change forever.

Darian was resting under the shade of a weeping willow, with a Pegasus lying lazily by his side. An archangel, Kane, was taking a leisurely stroll around the garden, oblivious to the presence of Darian and the Pegasus. Kane stumbled clumsily over the outstretched legs of the Pegasus and lost his balance, crashing to the ground with a loud groan. Both Darian and the Pegasus were taken by surprise, and quickly shot up, staring wide-eyed at the archangel, who was picking himself up, brushing dirt off his knees. Darian caught a glimpse of the fury burning in archangel’s eyes, and began to apologize profusely. The archangel responded by ungraciously shoving Darian to the ground, and proceeded to challenge the hapless angel to a duel. This unleashed a flurry of events that could only be described as utter chaos as the Pegasus saw the provocation and, in an attempt to defend his caretaker, reacted violently by kicking out at the archangel. The shaken Darian could only retreat to a side, screaming incoherently in an attempt to resolve the situation. But his intrusion came perhaps a moment too late, as a flailing hoof caught the archangel on his head.

Blood gushed profusely from the open wound on Kane’s forehead, and a scarlet curtain veiled the archangel’s face as he collapsed to the ground and lay there motionless. Panic-stricken, the Pegasus fled the scene, as Darian was left staring flabbergasted at the corpse of a being who, just moments ago, was entrusted immeasurable authority by the Almighty One. Now, the only thing entrusted was a heinous crime that the Pegasus had inadvertently left for Darian to shoulder, being the angel culpable for everything associated with the unicorns -- including accidental murder. Who could foresee that the creatures he loved so passionately would unwittingly requite his affections with a tragedy that would consequently entail endless conundrums of unimaginable monstrosity?

Just as his thoughts began to gather, a trio of cherubs approached Darian with incriminating glares that reflected overwhelming angst and grief. He knew that speech was futile now, as he looked to the heavens and let out a cry in muted agony.

insomnia can cause insanity

mookie says:

i'm bored.

bliss says:

so am i

mookie says:

but the thing is, i don't feel like doing anything at all in the first place.

mookie says:

therefore, i choose to be bored.

mookie says:

damn, i'm getting dull.

bliss says:

ure not makin ani sense animore

mookie says:

yeah..

mookie says:

i mean.. i'm bored because i'm doing nothing.

mookie says:

yet i'm the one who chooses to do nothing, not because there's nothing to do.

mookie says:

there are a million and one things that i could do right now, yet i'm not even close to enthusiastic about any of them.

mookie says:

*about considering any of them.

mookie says:

ok i'm rambling. crap.

mookie says:

it's taking me close to 8hrs to try to sleep after a 17hr workshift.

mookie says:

and i'm still here. wide awake.

mookie says:

not even a yawn.

mookie says:

my eyelids refuse to stay shut.

mookie says:

my mind refuses to stop wandering.

bliss says:

ha. i believe its because u refuse to sleep n not cux u cant sleep

mookie says:

i'm plopped on my bed, praying to get some rest.

mookie says:

but i just can't.

mookie says:

i feel tired, believe me. but sleep just eludes me.

mookie says:

oh baseball bat, where are you when i need you most..?

mookie says:

help..

bliss says:

haha. u are funny..

bliss says:

i am reading xiaxues blog now

bliss says:

her blog is quite funny

mookie says:

maybe i should blog about my sleeplessness right now.

mookie says:

maybe i should just cut and paste the stuff i just typed in this window.

mookie says:

maybe i should stop talking and start blogging.

mookie says:

yeah.

bliss says:

haha.. u dont need me to talk to u at all..

bliss says:

u just talk to urself.

mookie says:

huh?

mookie says:

yeah.

mookie says:

ok.

bliss says:

haha. so are u askin for my opinions?

bliss says:

or are u just talkin to urself?

bliss says:

or tellin me.

mookie says:

sigh..

mookie says:

i'm tired.

bliss says:

ha. ok ok.

bliss says:

funniest guy ever.

bliss says:

keep tellin me ure tired but just not goin to sleep!

bliss says:

go count lambs

mookie says:

lol.

mookie says:

they look like sheep to me, and i think i'm already at 1,009,192,391.

bliss says:

hahaa..

bliss says:

how tall is xiaxue huh

mookie says:

dunno..

bliss says:

is she very very short

mookie says:

not sure..

mookie says:

i don't really care, seriously.

bliss says:

not that i do but ok ok..

bliss says:

nvm

bliss says:

=)

bliss says:

are u blogging??

mookie says:

yeap.

mookie says:

colouring our conversation.

mookie says:

if not difficult to read.

bliss says:

Hmm

bliss says:

e boliao things u do really amuses me to e max

bliss says:

at e last sentence where u colour finish u shd be sleepy already

mookie says:

lol..

bliss says:

im goin for a swim n a tan

bliss says:

woohoo

mookie says:

alright.

mookie says:

enjoy.

reminiscence

while re-organizing my drawers out of boredom, i chanced upon an old, familiar adidas shoebox. even before i lifted the lid, my heart tingled with warmth. it's been a long time since i last laid my eyes on these..

mtv and peanut butter

it's 1.38am and a low, beastly growl reverberates around the icy, pitch-dark room. groggily, i peel off the blanket and carelessly fling my bolster onto the floor.





the growl increases in magnitude. it is becoming impatient, incessantly roaring it's demands. in zombie-like fashion, i trudge out of the comfort of my room and down the stairs, answering the commands of the growl. as i flounder past the dining table, i take a glance. they had quite a feast for dinner earlier this evening.





nonetheless, this isn't what the growl demands. i stagger into the kitchen and lift my muddled gaze, surveying the kitchen top for the critical objectives. ah! found it!





spacing out with mtv channel and a peanut butter sandwich. food for the soul. gotta love it.

mookie's prologue

i'm guessing the first thing off the top of your mind would be: what the heck is a mookie? well, i don't really know either.

one night, while staring at my msn window, figuring out just what my next nick would be, it sorta just wriggled its way out of random, squirmed through my fingers, and plonked itself onto the keyboard.

instantly, i realized that this nickname, mookie, which obviously had absolutely no meaning, had arrived onto my monitor for one purpose. the destiny of these six letters were to provide anonymity for the vent through which my lamentations and nonsense could be spouted, a pseudonym for the mask that i would put on while penning down lame shit and random thoughts on the internet.

why do i even need a mask in this vast expanse of cyberspace, you ask? well, that's because technology is shrinking the world, and almost everybody knows everybody else nowadays. but you already know that, so i'm gonnna save the lecture of globalization through information technology. =)

i actually had another blog, about the past stories of my life, but after a while, i ran out of interesting stories and inspiration to blog, and negligence thus arose to consume it. this time round, i'll blog more about what's happening, as well as what's NOT happening, and what i hope will happen in my life, as well as in the lives of others.

well, let's just cross our fingers and pray that i'll have enough interest and motivation to keep updating my blog, instead of leaving it for dead, like my previous one.

oh yeah, i just discovered how to publish pictures in here.



this is a pendant that i found in a night bazaar during a trip to bangkok. it hasn't been taken off since the evening i bought it, and i've grown quite used to it hanging around my neck. it actually makes me feel good, so i guess it'll be there for quite some time to come. there's also a matching female version of it, but i haven't found anyone to give it to yet. anyway, that's another story for another time.

feel free to leave your comments/opinions/complaints, just to let me know my blog is being read. right now, typing this, i feel like i'm talking to myself, like some kinda self-reflection. once in a while, it's ok to do it, but after a period of time, i'd be really uncomfortable, and then start doubting my sanity. so if anyone ever reads this, please show some support. i know i may not be posting stories like the next blockbuster movie or best-selling novel, but i promise you that your gracious proof of existence will be cherished and returned with more entries that would hopefully harvest more interest in this blog of mine.

ps. i apologize for the lengthy introduction.. but get used to it. i'm far too lazy to draft and summarize.