BUT our girls will all go to Uber Cup final this coming Saturday. Yay!
Hidup Indonesia! Jeng jeng jeng jeng jeng!
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Received these monthly free magazines today. No interesting article.
Waiting for Indonesian Idol which will be on TV in about 2 hours.
Have a good Friday, Vox! Hope your Friday and your blog posting isn't as boring as mine :)
It is very late at night and I'm just returning home from a night out. Tonight I went to a reading at a friend's house. The author is a Jesuit priest from Nigeria, who had his first short story (and second) published in The New Yorker, and a collection of stories coming out in a few weeks.
Here are the most surprising things I learned:
1. If you get a story accepted by The New Yorker they call to tell you
2. They also will fact-check the hell out of your story, which is kind of cool and fascinating
ohohohOHHAHahAHAHAHAHAhahAHAHA...
have I mentioned that I love the Onion?
So I was looking at this old profile of mine from classmates and came across this poem. Made me chuckle.
School
high school
schmigh school
ain't no big thing
ding a ling
the doorbell ring
if i were forced to do it over again
i may have studied once or twice
i made it out
that's what counts

I got swayed away
by the uncertainties wind
I have to stand still

This is a Warning
Do not make me mad
Do not say stupid things
I'm hugged by the moon
On other fronts,
There are very few general life topics I'm not willing to look at and discuss on an objective level, so sometimes I forget other people see them as verboten, or too personal or whatever. That sort of confuses me because one thing is one thing, and the other thing is the other thing. But anyway. Since it's possible that you didn't want my thoughts on the nature of multiple orgasms showing up in your neighborhood comments section, I'll apologize for that now. I mean, I think it's an important topic, women's sexuality and the understanding of it, and the more open discussion the better. But again, anyway. It was mixed in with more prurient stuff, and that could mean it was misconstrued.
Less objectively, I do feel like talking about sex today, in the more prurient sense. Since I cannot do that here directly, at least in the way I have in mind, I will have to do it indirectly, as I continue my Vox posting marathon today.
Hah! You thought I hadn't noticed I've been here all day. It was largely intentional, though, and I may do it again tomorrow. I gave myself a little mini-vacation, you see, to just goof off and try to relax. And I'm in a sharing, talky sort of mood. Even though typing and adding media to Vox drives me absolutely bonkers, I persist.
So I have a couple of good books from the library, but Hour of the Gun is coming on in a minute. James Garner in 1967? Made of sex. Even with a moustache. I will semi-watch this movie while composing more haiku. I have been on a haiku bend this week.
No, I get on those, seriously. This set isn't any good, at all, but I have been known to bust out a poetic one now and then. It could happen again.
haiku that blows, and not in the good way:
empty space to fill
pillow pressed between my legs
ache for your return
hover silently
lips take life from nectar sweet
lily blossoms full
drawing you inside
thirstily I take my share
savor fluid's tang
waking in moonlight
shattering sleep illusion
emptiness remains
okay, it's midnight now, (don't worry; it didn't actually take two hours to write that crap,) and when Letterman is over, David Boreanaz will be on Craig Ferguson. Not literally, of course. But in honor of the TV show that made David Boreanaz the household name he is today, here is a sexy song. I decided it was easier to get it off the "FaceTube" than go from iPod to hard drive to Vox, (well, plus, I loved this concert, and would rather watch Dave sing than just listen to him, given the choice,) so you get a video:
On the record, this song has a much harder, edgy-sounding instrumentation, but the video is mixed to pump up his voice, I guess.
Time to wind this up, as Craig is on now. He commands my full attention. I leave you with this picture of me taken with a camera phone shortly after I turned 40.
- There is absolutely NO way you can get me to ride roller coaster!
- Sunflowers reminds me that summer is almost here!
- I cannot live without my lungs :)
- Butter rice and a noodle restaurant in Chinatown that's recommended by Danny are two things I'd like to try.
- When life hands you lemons be polite and say thank you. Hehe.
- Christmas is my favorite childhood memory.
- And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _____, tomorrow my plans include _____ and Sunday, I want to _____!
Appetizer
What is the nearest big city to your home?
Jakarta is only 10 minutes away from my place.
Soup
On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being highest, how well do you keep secrets?
Take the quiz here. And here's my result:
You're a great secret keeper.
I should say, you're good at keeping secrets. You sure know how important secret keeping is. But sometimes you tend to spill some secrets either for your own sake, or for others. Maybe it's because you're concerned or you need to tell it to someone you know you can trust. Still, if you have decided to keep it, then you'll stick to it for life, and won't allow anyone to break through you. Awesome!!
Salad
Describe your hair (color, texture, length).
Dark brown (but highlighted), slightly wavy, soft, thin and waist-length.
Main Course
What kind of driver are you? Courteous? Aggressive? Slow?
I don't drive.
Dessert
When was the last time you had a really bad week?
I can't remember. My life has been too flat lately...
- What makes you feel old?
Younger people. - What makes you feel young?
Older people. - What was better when you were allowed to do it the old way?
Sending Christmas and birthday cards through snail-mail. It has more sentimental value. - What’s better now that you do it the new way?
Sending Christmas and birthday e-cards. It's cheaper and faster. - What’s something you are old school about?
Food and music.
In chronological order, they are:
Have a pleasant Friday!
Hi guys,
For anyone that has been following this soap opera, my Uncle came out of the surgery at 5pm...so it ran from 7:30am to 5pm. Can you imagine how tired the surgeon and staff must have been? The first surgery my Uncle had, when he was brought into the city because of that incompetent small-hospital surgeon, was begun around 8pm and lasted into the wee hours of the morning. She caused "severe injuries", we were told. Well, trying to murder the poor man would be considered "severe", I would think. *smile*
Anyways, he made it through and is now in ICU. It just is up to him to survive. Whether he has the strength left or not is yet to be seen, and as most people know, patients don't usually die in the Operating Room but during recovery. His poor body has been through so much, and he even went into a deep depression while waiting to build up his strength for this second surgery (they gave him anti-depressants for that). He still wasn't strong enough, but he hasn't been able to keep any food down for the past 4 days, didn't have the strength to walk anymore, and his legs and toes were beginning to have spasms and twitching. They couldn't wait any longer. But he made it through, the tough old man! I just hope he recovers because the staff has been making us quite aware that the body can only take so much. And he was weak to begin with, going into this second major surgery. Apparently they stated that it was more complicated than they had anticipated. Well, if you have bile leaking out into your body.....since the first repair surgery wasn't a COMPLETE success but they were just trying to give him time to gain his strength.....I can't imagine how many organs and body structures that bile could have damaged. He was just slowly dying again, poor man.
Prayers would be appreciated. He has quite a battle in front of him, and he may just want to go Home and be done with this world by now. Who could blame him? Remind me never to get gall stones...or ANY stones for that matter! Actually, no surgeries would be a good idea all around!!!! Lol.
Thanks for reading our little soap opera, and I'll let you know how it goes. Thanks.