Still Being Random

That was one of the best songs in that movie! The movie was so dark literally and figuratively but that song made it so much fun.

I know Gette kept warning about the cuts but she was just preparing people for the worst, in my opinion. The cuts, literally and figuratively again, occured the most in only one song. And even then, I found them very tolerable despite the fact that I'm always first to criticise them. Hey! I was in the US which has very, very little censorship compared to a lot of countries, even Western and Westernised ones.

Oh yeah, the cuts. Because Sweeney Todd was a very swift cutter (for want of a better word!), the censorship hardly lasted more than one word. Some of it was half a word. Johnny Depp would start singing the word 'star' and only the first half of the sung word would disappear for a very split second. So he ended up sounding like 'St...ar!' Only an idiot would not figure out what he just sang.

But, as far as I am concerned, Sweeney Todd was a good movie. Now that one I will call good. This was a slasher flick plus musical. Only thing is I don't enjoy slasher flicks because it's mindless killing. It's like a child with a temper tantrum. If you like slasher flicks, you might find the singing disturbing. If you like musicals, the slashing might be disturbing. But put them together and Sweeney Todd is morbid fascinating entertainment.

I'll wait for the original DVD to watch it again not because of the censorship (it was a blink-and-you'll-miss'the-censorship thing too!) but because I know there are other songs in the original stage musical and I'd love it if they have deleted singing scenes.

I hope Misato, who went with us, will agree to do some of the songs with us. Even if she might never eat pies again.

I have the sudden urge to buy and watch Top Gun. Hence the song.

I really should get it considering the fact that I actually allowed the love theme to be played at the wedding reception. I so embrace my love for cheesy 80s movies.

But I have a good excuse. This one is about pilots.

Have you ever noticed that no matter how luxurious the car, how high-class or high-standard the car is, no matter how hard the driver tries to dress hawt with branded sunglasses and flattering outfit, it all gets shot to hell if the driver is 1) a guy and is driving with a slack jaw or his mouth is open or 2) a female and drives like blonde and just as inconsiderate?

I just thought of it today when I saw a really beautiful, expensive vehicle coming towards me and the driver was all in black with really cool shades. As they got closer, I noticed his mouth was agape. It so totally spoilt it for me. The car, the shades, the cool look just paled and disappeared altogether in comparison to the mouth opened big enough to let a few flies in. And he wasn't even yawning. He drove right past me with his mouth still open.

Boggles the mind.

I should be doing work. In fact, despite all the things I've read about not bringing work home, I have no choice but to bring work home.

You know the phrase 'not enough hours in the day'? I'm experiencing it big time. Most teachers get a maximum of 31 teaching periods. In fact, I know some who get 25 and they start complaining and bitching. I've got 40. Which only gives me 10 hours to do my teaching plan. Which is so not enough.

Recently, I've managed to bring my teaching load to 36 hours. But I also took on teaching extra lessons. I have three lower secondary classes. I teach these three Social Studies. Recently, the Sejarah teacher for the National students in the International stream left. And nobody seems interested or capable of teaching Sejarah. So guess who had to open her big mouth because she was thinking of the good of the students? Yours truly.

So until a new teacher comes in at the end of the month, my teaching load still stands at 36 a week but for 12 of those loads, I'm planning two lessons in one - Social Studies and Sejarah. Which means, by right, I should get at least 24 lessons free to do my planning. I only have 14 lessons free now to do any planning for any class.

So if I seem like I'm flying by the seat of my pants, it's probably because I am. And when I have to deal with smartass students who not only think they know better but also won't accept suggestions and advice, I'm waist deep in a hell of my own choosing.

And I'm praying I don't have to house-sit or anything. So far, since we've been married, we've done nothing during Syuk's breaks other than house-sit. Once for my house and twice for his. I need this Chinese New Year break like my life depended on it and I don't sleep very well at his house.

*Sigh* the sacrifices and choices I have to make. A lesser person would be selfish about it. But my mother brought me up to be a better person not a lesser one. So what do I always end up doing? Sacrificing for the good of others. Teaching really is becoming my vocation in life.

I find it very difficult to believe that Heath Ledger is dead.

If it was April 1st, I would have found it easier to believe this is one hell of a prank. But it's not. And I actually double-checked today's date! So I can only be forced to believe that it's true.

But he was so cute....

It is true. We despair over the good-looking ones who die young (or who die, period) and couldn't be bothered with the annoying, ugly ones.

How morbid of me.

I am officially on the warpath with Telekom and Streamyx. I just went to the webpage and filed a complaint message to them. I made it very clear that I find their finger-pointing at each other very, very incompetent.

If I don't get any response or if I get one I am not satisfied with, then I'm going to go through the hierarchy in that bleeding corporation. And this time, when the CEO gets to hear my woes, it will not be informally through my father's phone but officially in a letter. And if he doesn't do anything, I'm going to Parliament with this myself, damnit!

I am also very sure I can easily get a lot of people to sign a letter with me.

Like I always warn people, don't get me riled up. I don't just rant uselessly and helplessly. I try to get things done even if I have to do it officially and formally.

And this isn't resolved competently, I'm not voting in the next election and I'll tell everyone why!!

ETA: I took the second step after the complaint on the website. I spoke to my aunt who is an officer or manager or whatever they call them in Telekom. She'll follow up the issue for me. Oh, and the complaint link on the Telekom website is no longer in service. So they don't even update their website but they'll work at trying to get more clients. What a crock of crap!!

I met a fascinating man today. I have heard many stories about men or women who have done what he did. So many until they began to sound like a propaganda. What makes it worst is that this is of a religious matter and many have judged a religion by the people who are of that religion.

This man I met could never be mistaken for anything other than a Muslim. He had the headgear, he had the dark mark on his forehead of a truly pious man and he even had the beard. What aroused my curiosity about him began with his comment that he was showing some Germans around. And none of the Germans spoke English. So my father asked him how he communicated with them and he replied that he spoke German fluently.

So, being curious beings that we are, my sisters and I asked our father how this man could know German so fluently. After all, it is not a language that would affect anyone in our state, our country, or even our region. So he told us this man's story.

Apparently, this man was a Christian priest very high on the echelons of the religion and he was doing some studies about the Bible. He was researching every bit of thing that is in the good book. This explains his fluency in German because he was doing most of his studies in Germany. It was while doing these studies that he found a section which stated that to find the truth, one must find a place of religion that never closes.

Almost like in the movies, this little bit became a quest for this man. The scholar in him compelled him to find this truth. After all, the true measure of intelligence is in our search for the truth. So this man searched and searched. Then at one point, he spoke to our former Chief Minister who managed to attract him to Islam. So this man became a Muslim.

Then, while performing the Hajj, he came upon the Masjid al-Haram in Mekah. And suddenly, for him, everything in his life fit into place. The Masjid is never closed. It is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. So, in Islam, this man found his religious place that is never closed. So he felt his search for the truth can finally be found.

The whole story he had once told my father a long time ago. While hearing it, I thought of how it can make a very good Raya movie, provided nobody turns it into a propaganda for the religion.

It is stories like this that make me happy to be in the religion I am in. Then I meet or see or read about some other people who give my religion a very bad name or reputation. It all brings me back to one thing. It is not the religion that is to be blamed. It is the people who are of that religion that are not thinking beyond themselves. Unfortunately also, religion in any world is mixed heavily with the traditions and culture of the country it is in. And once we mix traditions and religion, we almost certainly will get sidetracked.

The best way I see it is to be open-minded and intellectual. We need brain over emotions for matters like this. In some ways also, we need to accommodate and be flexible rather than stressed out and standing too rigidly. I usually listen to when someone tries to tell me things about my religion. I never claim to know everything so everything is a new learning experience for me. BUt as I listen and agree, I also plan to research and find out more. Find the truth. Luckily, I have a lot of people around me who I can ask. Whatever is religion, I will try to follow. Whatever is tradition mistaken for religion, I will listen quietly to as a sign of respect to the person telling me. They have done their bit by trying to teach me. My choice to not follow is my own.

Religion or not, I am part Chinese, part Malay, part Eurasian, part Arab. Each part teaches me and compels me to show respect which I do. I am not sucking up to anyone neither am I a goody-two-shoe as some have accused me of being. I am just doing what generations have taught me; to show respect. When you respect people, people will respect you back. A person cannot force others to completely respect them if they show no respect for others. People may say they don't mind the show of bad manners. But it is one thing to be comfortable with other people and quite another to be rude.

And society being what it is, if we show rudeness, we are not blamed. Our parents are blamed. And do I love my parents? Yes. I don't just say it. I show it. And I show it by showing others that yes, they taught me manners. Yes, they brought me up to be intelligent and yes, they brought me up to learn from my mistakes. They also taught me that while many of what I do is what I learnt from them, many of what I do is also my own mistake and can only be blamed on me.

But society being what it is cannot know this. They can only know what they see. So I try to make sure they see good things about me as it is the only thing that saves my parents' reputation. For, in my religion, my parents' afterlife depends on what I do in this life.

I didn't think I'd be doing anything this New Year's eve. For one, I couldn't be bothered to plan and execute any activities. For another, I had Shook so I didn't need anything much more beyond that.

However, Wilfred (bless his soul! He never forgets me and Shook) asked us to join him and Simon and their wives. So, after dinner with my family and Aunty Mimi and Aunty Letty, we went to meet up wth Wil and Simon. They were at a friend's place so we got directions there and headed out.

When we got to Bernard's place, the party was in full swing. The karaoke was going strong and they had consumed more than half of the Absolut Pear. We ran out of Sprite so we started mixing it with Coke. And it was good. And when we finished the Pear, we started on the Peach.

By then, Wil and Simon were already getting very attracted to the floor. So we all started to leave. Tremas passed me the Pear bottle and Wil promised me the Raspberry one at his house.

This was around 3 a.m. already. So Shook and I went back to his house where we've been staying the past three days to keep his mom company.

Overall, my New Year is not off to a bad start. I know who my friends are and I like who I am. I start work again tomorrow and I'm almost looking forward to it.

To everyone, Happy New Year and I hope you have a great one!

I am hooked on a new TV show. It's called The Unit.

Simply put, it's about an elite top secret military based on a book Inside Delta Force written by Eric L. Haney. That's the same guy who was the technical advisor for the movie Spartan. So if you liked that movie, I probably don't have to say much more to get you going.

However, The Unit is a very good show. It has action and all the tension every average guy enjoys. And if you're not the average guy, there are some hot men in the show too. I had to mention that because every girl I recommended the show to has asked about that. Me, I watched it and got hooked because I love the plot.

It's about the men who go out and risk their lives for their country yet get no acknowledgement for it. It's particularly sickening when they do all that and they go home to other men or women making fun of them being 'military clerks'. What they do is so top-secret that that is the cover they are all given.

The show also goes into the lives of these men's wives. Namely, the secrets they have to resist asking about and the secrets they themselves keep. I just love how they keep their husbands' secret even at the expense of their own well-being. They sacrifice unquestioningly. And they allow their husbands to keep their pride, even without being asked. It's just common sense. When you love someone enough, you show it by helping them keep their pride. What have you got to prove in shredding a guy's pride in public? Oh, these women show their own strengths in many other ways.

Deep down, I want to be like these wives. I have always believed that what happens between a husband and wife should be kept between them only. And what happens between a guy and his job or his personal life should be kept with him. One quote from the show - "There's my married life and my personal life." I thought it was hilarious.

There are some scenes where the newbie (played by Scott Foley) and his wife (played by Audrey Marie Anderson) are still getting used to the Unit way of life. And his wife (Kim) keeps asking what it is he does and where his missions are. It was so frustrating. Kinda potrays how some women just don't know when to stop asking or shut up! Until, of course, she was told how what she knows could get her husband killed so she was better off not knowing.

The commanding officer is Colonel Tom Ryan (played by Robert Patrick) and the team leader is Jonas Blane (played by Dennis Haysbert). Jonas's wife is Molly Blane (played by Regina Taylor). I want to be Molly. Especially Season 1 Molly. She's so in control and is able to get things moving with hardly any effort. I'm halfway to being like her but I sometimes gets flustered by stupid things or people I encounter along the way.

The show is now in its third season. Shook and I have watched the first two. I got Nuril hooked onto it too. I told her the basic storyline and she was curious enough to try it. Then she declared Scott Foley as hawt and that was that. So if a 14 year-old likes it, I wonder why adults cannot. Then again, some adults I know don't like these kind of shows. Probably too heavy for their mental capabilities.

While watching this show, I understood a lot of the things my father has been teaching me all these years. One is his obsession with family meals and all that. I guess if you've fought in a war, you tend to treasure family and the time you spent with them. The other is when he says a man's handphone is his personal property. Sometimes there are things there which his wife need not know of. In this day and age, a man's privacy is pretty limited. So what does he have left if not his handphone? I guess that's why I always ask Shook if I can answer his phone for him or even read any incoming messages. What I don't know, I cannot tell about. Another thing I realised is that a hysterical and/or self-centred female can get very annoying and sickening. There is one character in the show. She's only happy when her guy got lots of money for her to spend. The moment he got a problem, she bailed out on him. Bitch!

The show is really worth it. I'm now trying to decide whether I want to start downloading Season 3 or wait for the DVD to come out. With this writers' strike in Hollywood, who knows what will happen next. But I heartily recommend the first two seasons especially if you're into military no-nonsense drama.

I have a great plot for a story. It came to me the way many strong plots come to me. Through my emotions. It's the same as when I can only write my best poems when I'm depressed or very angry.

So a plot came to me. When I write it out in a story (and I will regardless of how long it'll take), it will project all the anger and frustration and hatred into one relatively short story. It will be brutal and definitely not for children.

My best stories never have a feel-good feeling. Unless that feeling is revenge.

I don''t write romance or paranormal stories. My target audience is never children or idealists. I aim for the all-too-human in all of us, our anger, our hatred, our frustrations and our coldness. I can write about organised crime because when I am angry. I can carry out whatever I set out to do with a coldheartedness that will chill the polar bears. (And I love polar bears. Especially armoured ones)

The reason I can go without showing emotions is because I channel it into the stories. I don't yell and scream and get hysterical because I plot and curse. And I really mean curse in every sense of that word. For everyone who has wronged me, I have cursed that they get everything they deserve back in kind. Eventually, somehow, somewhere, some time, they will get it.

As for my story. It's just one of my curses written in prose.

Not for the faint-hearted. There will be blood spilt and lives shattered.

Just the way I love my revenge.

I've been in KL for 4 days and I'm just soaking in the sun. It's not so hot that I'm miserable but it's hot enough that I can enjoy it. However, in a few more days, I get to go home to a wet Kuching.

Oh, while we were here, my sister at home called to let us know that our cat, Mac, died on Monday. He had been missing for awhile and she found him under my car. Poor Mac. He had kidney problems and he had been losing a lot of weight. I was worried about him but I prefer it this way anyway. He was in pain and miserable. I'm not happy he's dead but I'm glad he's no longer suffering.

Right now, Nuril and I are watching The Birdcage on Vision Four. I loved the movie the first time I watched it and I'm enjoying it still. I enjoy how they make fun of people who can't seem to accept homosexuality.

Oh, a random thought again. I just enjoy KL. I would love to have the time to just sit somewhere and watch people go by. I tell you. KL is rich with story fodder. The people you can write about and the things they do. The people you could watch and try to come up with what they would do when they get home or what they do normally.

One thing Nuril and I noticed the past few days is how young couples here walk around. Some are very obvious - the guy would have his arm around the girl's neck, almost strangling her or the girl would grip the guy's hand as if she was afraid he would run away. Then again, this is KL. Girls are known for being like piranhas - young girls going after rich men who might or might not be twice their age, just as long as they are rich and can buy them lots of expensive stuff.

Today, at KLCC, we saw a guy literally hugging his girlfriend from behind and they walked around that way. Imagine walking around as if you're stuck at the hips! The stories I could write about them.

And another thing that occurred to me while I was on the monorail. Snatch thieves should not be jailed or fined. I think they should be tortured. My idea of torture is that their spines should be broken so that not only can they not walk anymore after that, they also cannot procreate and pass on their bad genes.

Aren't I evil? I am evil to those who deserve it. And I like myself this way.

There were many things I wanted when I was young. The perfect life, the perfect wedding, the perfect boyfrined who would be my husband and my life was planned all the way until I died.

Since then, I've learnt that nothing is perfect, least of all myself. And I've stopped expecting too much. Somewhere along the way, I have felt disappointment from my family, my friends and, most of all, I've disappointed myself.

I made deals with God which I later reneged on. So whatever I got in return, I felt I deserved. When I thought rude things about my parents and bad things happened to me later, I was resigned to the fact that I deserved it. For every friend I let down, I figured it was fine that another friend later let me down.

I'm a strong believer in karma and the need for balance. For every good I do, there's another good waiting for me. For every bad I put someone through, I figured I deserved some bad in return. The amount of returns I get will let me know how much I've done.

Sometimes I look back at my life and I think maybe I didn't do as much bad as I am trying to repent for. Maybe He does love me more than I love myself. I am so hard on myself that I don't expect any good to happen to me. I spend so much time trying to do good to others almost without thought for myself. Sometimes I annoy Shook when I tell him people owe me money but I never claimed it. He couldn't get his mind around how I prefer to sacrifice my own ease of mind for others.

The way I see it is that I believe in God. I believe in the afterlife. What I cannot get now, I hope to get later. What I think and do and say now will either bite me back later or pat me on the head.

So far, without knowing it, I have followed the path I mapped out for myself. The timeline is off but the journey is pretty much the same. When I became a big-sized person, I figured no pilot would take a second look at me. Everyone knows pilots care for looks rather than brains. And I loved pilots. I loved all those movies and shows about pilots and planes. When I met Shook, he was a share analyst who wanted to get a pilot's license. I ever thought he'd actually be one or that I'd marry him.

The map of my life was finish school, get a job, get a boyfriend and get married. What happens after that I'll have to think of later. Turns out later might just be now. All I know is that I want to grow old with my husband, have grandchildren who we'll tell stories to and eventually die in my sleep on my birthday.

And seeing the way things seem to happen as I want them to without my forcing it to happen, I am still hoping for that eventually. But every year, on my birthday, I go to sleep with a prayer in my heart and a contention that if I don't wake up the next day, it will be exactly as I wish my death to be. I will die regretting nothing. And I will die with the certainty that I have wronged no one and wish only good things for everyone whether they be someone I love or hate.

Then maybe God will go easy on his sinful child.

I love road trips. I began loving them while I was in the US and my friends and I travelled everywhere by road. Og course, there were many 'rich' Malaysians who chose to fly everywhere but we drove. We saw more and got exposed to the American life at the same time.

We once drove into a town and stayed long enough to see a circular raibow in the sky and watched a little parade go through town. Considering taht it only takes a person 15 minutes to walk around the entire town, it was quaint parade.

Anyway, I flew into Bintulu on Friday evening and met Shook's friend Alam for the first time. Nice guy, very quiet. Rather withdrawn and trying so hard not to enjoy himself. Shook and I stayed at the Regency hotel. Across the road from the hotel was Demak motorcycle shop, which made me feel better about Bintulu somehow.

The next day, Saturday, Shook drove us to Miri. I figured I mgiht as well got to know the road he and another friend Sonnie got stranded on. Shook kept commenting about how Sarawak was like Texas. Instead of wheat fields, you see acres and acres of palm trees. And when you do get to a clearing, it's all dried up and flat beige-coloured area like a desert.

Anyway, I got gleeful about two things on the way. One, we have a Kampung Iran. So weird. Two, we have the oddest roundabout ever created. It's odd and pointless. I really would like to talk to the engineer who designed it and listen to his justification for wasting our money on it. What are the odds that we asked federal government for money for this and the State wastes it on a pointless roundabout in the middle of nowhere?


And we have cattle crossing, just like in Texas!!

There are certain things a person can only do when they have lots of days free with no obligations to anyone or anything.

One of those things is being able to go watch movies. Lots of movies.

Nuril and I went to watch Bee Movie on Tuesday afternoon. Then I went to watch Beowulf on Tuesday night with Rin, Ivan, Shah, Nick and Dulcy. Yesterday, Nuril and I went to watch Stardust. We had planned to watch Beowulf today but since I already went on Tuesday, we decided to take today off.

I'm going to Bintulu and Miri this weekend so Nuril and I will start our insanity again next week until Friday. We're hopping onto a plane to KL either on Friday or Saturday.

Next week, it's going to be Mr Magorium's Magic Emporium or something like that and Hitman and Enchanted. In December, it's going to be Alvin and the Chipmunks and Golden Compass.

Yes, we have our movies insanity mapped out until next month. And as soon as I'm not flying anywhere, I'm going back to school to do some work.

In all the years I've known Shook, he has never actually come out and told me he loved me. He's more of an action person. He'll show me he loves me but he'll never say it. I believe this is because he feels that talk is cheap. Actions do better.

On the other hand, I'm more likely to say it often, not to bore him (I hope!) or anything but to assure him that I do. Then again, I also act like I love him and I don't try to beat him up as if I hate him. Not that I can beat him up, but you get my point.

So, with all that's been going on, I have long declared that on the day he tells me he loves me, I'm likely to fall off wherever I'm at and hit the floor with a huge thud!

What's really funny is, on the day he did finally say it, it was in a different language and I was already on the floor! His timing, being what it is, was either so bad or it was so that I had to behave once he did say it.

We were opening wedding presents on Sunday night and both of us sat in the middle of the floor surrounded by my family and his. Then we came across a present that Nuril read as 'plateau' and I went 'huh?'. Syuk said it was French for 'plate' to which Nuril replied that she didn't take French long enough to know. Then Syuk turned to me and said he loved me. In French! Being blur as I was I actually asked what he said. He replied 'I like you." and Nuril (bless her soul!) said "I thought it means I love you!"

So, no thud because I was already sitting on the floor. We were surrounded by family so I couldn't very well drag him back into the room. I got my long-awaited and long-fought-for 'I love you' but in a foreign language. And Arieanna spent the whole night pointing at Shook and demanding to be taken by him.

Ceh! I had to marry the one guy little children like so much!

Last night, Rin, Gette, Dulcy and I got together at Rin's house to burn things.

Since I seemed to have lost the letters I got from the guy who I once hoped would be my boyfriend and he showed me how very much he didn't want that in the worst possible way, or maybe we were together but I was never really sure, I decided to burn some other letters and a horrible looking maroon shirt given to Shook by his ex.

She was one very stupid ex. I mean, really. Dumb blonde would be a compliment to her. She's dumber than the average dumb blonde. She used the guys she was with to get to other guys. So I'm happy nothing good is happening to her right now. Then again, whatever is happening to her, I don't know for sure. I've just got hearsay to go on. But then, nobody escapes karma. You really got to face facts about yourself when your life becomes crap after you've done crappy things to other people.

Anyway, the shirt she gave Shook and which I burnt last night? It was such fun to first rip it and then burn it. The smoke became red! Not to mention the shirt still looked brand new. Goes to show she never knew him at all. So she probably failed to realise, maybe until now, how much she hurt him with her inconsiderate, childish ways.

Well, I'm glad she dumped him. I may have had to work my way through the emotional crap she left him but I did it and survived. While she is still stuck in emotional, crappy hell.

Don't mind me while I laugh maniacally in glee.

Some months ago, I intended to write blog entries on my wedding preparations. I thought it'd be fun to do and it'll also be some sort of a record of pre-wedding activities for me.

Now, with school year-end chaos, exams, paper marking, report writing combined with wedding preparations, the last thing I want to do is keep a record of what I'm doing for the wedding.

I do have photos and I do keep track of what I'm doing but I'm not putting it down on paper. I'll most probably wait for my friend in the UK to get me the wedding book I asked for and I'll write things down in there.

Right now, all I want is for the weekend to come and get the whole thing over with. Unfortunately, when I say it'll finally be over, some people think I am very eager to get married, which I'm not. I'm just following the natural evolution of things. Another group of people think I'm eager to have sex, which my only reply is 'Phht! Lambat cerita!'. Another group of people think a wedding is so ultra exciting and oh-my-god-so-awesome to which I want to say 'Put a sock in it and if I had my way, we'd have been married already by last weekend and having a nice quiet dinner with 5 tables of friends and family at a nice restaurant!'

My parents may be in the limelight all the time but I have spent my entire life avoiding it. Dumping me in that limelight now is working hell on my system and if I cringe or frown on my wedding day, that's the reason why. I might even start crying out of fear. I never liked being the center of attention and being there makes me nervous. Some people throw a tantrum when they don't get their way or start sulking when people pay attention to someone else. Me, I just retreat into the shadows and watch people make fools of themselves.

Unfortunately, this coming weekend, I'll be that fool in the limelight, walking around under the guise of being the queen for the day. I am more looking forward to seeing family and friends I've not seen in a while and enjoying time alone with Shook.

I'm going to do my nails on Thursday, my hair on Friday. By Sunday evening, I'm going to chop my hair off and get back into my jeans and t-shirt.

Limelight can kiss my big, fat behind!

Apparently today is his birthday! Found this out from a friend's blog and decided to check. True enough. It's today.

So I'm going to go home later and dig up a chocolate chip cookie and dedicate it to Cookie!

I love Shook's friends. I mean, the ones he's had since school days.

They are such a lovely group of people. I hardly know them and I seldom meet them but they are willing to go out of the way for me as much as they could. I hardly even meet up with them but when I do, not only do they give me cakes, they are even willing to send invitation cards for me without my asking.

And some of them even look good.

Some of them can't hang on to relationships or marriages much but they're nice guys. They compliment people in such a way that you believe they see beyond looks, religion and such. They seem to see to the heart of a person and decide then. So I may not be hot or cool or bodacious or awesome or whatever but I'm good for Shook and that's what counts with them.

And if I take into consideration that these are the guys who really have gone through thick and thin with him, then I value their opinions and I'm glad I like them.

And I saw one of them today in work clothes and on a hot day. Holy moley! If any of my girl friends see him, I cannot be held responsible for his life, or lack of, after they're done! I would have been hubba-hubba-ing if I wasn't so frazzled and so totally committed to Shook ;)