restlessness

n 1: the quality of being ceaselessly moving or active; "the restlessness of the wind" 2: a lack of patience; irritation with anything that causes delay [syn: impatience] 3: a feeling of agitation expressed in continual motion; "he's got the fidgets"; "waiting gave him a feeling of restlessness" [syn: fidget, fidgetiness] 4: inability to rest or relax or be still [syn: uneasiness]

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The description above: My exact feeling that has been lingering inside for the past one month or so. I wonder how some people can go through every single day doing the s.a.m.e e.x.a.c.t thing over and over again. Just baffles me silly. Keep whining to my friends that I need a New Project.


Was at One Utama with a friend recently. This friend, was patient enough to walk into art shops, concept shops and even a D.I.Y shop with me. We were checking out glass paintings, several art projects, and holymoly... I found my Lava Lamp! Finally. Quite nice all of them. But the exact purple hue that I wanted wasn't there. The lady told me to come back in November for new lava lamp stocks. So hurray for major discovery of the day.


So yea, New Project ...

Where is it?
How do I find it?
When can I find it?
and most importantly...


WHAT is the New Project!

Another natural disaster struck. The earthquake that shattered Pakistan with over 20,000 lives destroyed was really uncalled for. So many innocent lives were robbed away, in matter of seconds. I questioned iGod, hence the conversation below:


Me:
 Dear God
God:
I believe in God.
Me:
 Why do you allow disasters like this to happen?
God:
It was the only thing I could think of.
Me:
 But why??? So many innocent lives were killed
God:
Reductionism.   Ayuh.  Which ones?
Me:
 What?
God:
No problem.
Me:
 So are you planning to take some more?
God:
Right on.  it was my original intention.


Since God is so adamant in taking more lives, it got me thinking quite a bit. What if, this were to happen to me... or us? Have you ever thought of what your last precious words might be? And to whom do you want to direct them to? Whose faces that you so loved will then flash before you? So many questions, so much to do, yet so little time. So critical the moment... so overwhelming and daunting at the same time.


I will have in my mind, images of people that have somehow impacted my life to this day. Some of you might know who you are. Others, well, I would be really thankful and appreciative for our crossed paths in this journey of life. But most of all, I think I would miss life most of all. Things in life in particular. Things that I have not done. Things that I am about to do. And things that I am working on to see it a success from my very own effort.


Random thought of what I would regret not experiencing prior to Death flashing before me: Child labor. Raising a child. Being a parent.


Yes, I think that would be it. What would yours be?

I can't sleep.


I hate this feeling. So much.


I wish it would go away. Fast.


I wanna drive around. Now.

Me:
 i killed someone
God:
You had better call the authorities.
Me:
 but i want to kill more
God:
I believe that killing anything is wrong.
Me:
 but i don't
God:
Why not?
Me:
 because i think so
God:
Interesting explanation.  I think so too.

d a v i d i a n i s m says:

please blog it

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For more conversations with God: igod

I have this thing against bright places.

Foreword: My office has these two people whom one of them controls our budgeting while the other, her Influencer. So the story is this, I was asked to organize our office warming party and I used Mum's Place (in Damansara Perdana) as the caterers. I decided to use them because we used them in my previous company, and MP has a good reputation for serving good food, reasonable pricings and great service.

Excerpts from one very amusing Yahoo IM Chat with my colleague:

gowrileo1: those 2 donkeys
gowrileo1: they said
gowrileo1: y u neva go survey other caterers
gowrileo1: so expensive it seems
gowrileo1: that pig said
frenzyskye: you wanna know what dr goh said?
frenzyskye: he said it's CHEAP!
frenzyskye: in the meeting between the four of us in MSN that day
frenzyskye: remember??
gowrileo1: that's y laaaaaaaaaa
gowrileo1: these stupid dopes...dunno the story
gowrileo1: n buat pandai
frenzyskye: whatever la
frenzyskye: as long we got our budget cleared
gowrileo1: the best is this!!
gowrileo1:
gowrileo1: wanna listen
gowrileo1: wanna listen ah
gowrileo1: haiyo
gowrileo1: i cannot tahan from laughing
frenzyskye: i can hear from my place!
frenzyskye:
gowrileo1: wait
gowrileo1: lemme tell u
gowrileo1: then u also can laugh
gowrileo1: wanna know ah what ur immediate neighbour said abt the food
gowrileo1:
frenzyskye: hehhehee
frenzyskye: what?
gowrileo1: "kenapa mesti ambik makanan dari tempat mak dia"!!!!!
gowrileo1:
frenzyskye: LoL!!!!
frenzyskye: SHE SERIOUSLY MEANT THAT AH?
gowrileo1: SEE WHAT A BUTT HEAD SHE IS LA
gowrileo1: haiyooooooooooo
gowrileo1: yea
gowrileo1: that's what elly said
gowrileo1: emak dia punya tempat
gowrileo1: i lagi recap to elly
gowrileo1: u mean she said
gowrileo1: "angie's catering from her mom's place?"
gowrileo1:

CLASSIC! 

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Again: Click to Play On

I have a question.


Why were the previous two hurricanes named after females? Why not Hurricane George, or Hurricane Bill? Why Katrina and Rita? Why named after human names for all that matters?


I wonder how all Katrinas and Ritas in the world are feeling when they read headlines like these:


"Rita Rages Over New Orleans" or "Katrina's Wrath" or "Rita's Fury Unleashed" or "Rita Hammers Texas"


I, for one wouldn't want a hurricane named after me *shakes head*. No siree. Imagine, Hurricane Angie. Lol.


Anyway, I did a little search-a-round, and take a look at these hurricane / cyclone names


But I still don't get it.

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Again, I advertise my other blogspace: Play On

I live for excitement in life. I think I would die of boredom when life becomes too predictable. I have a fair share of great friends but zero tolerance for dullards. I like meeting exciting new people, even if I know that they are unreliable. I can safely say that I've had my fun back in those days of endless parties, drinks, guys, and etc etc. I have an unusually high threshold level for pain. I could even look at the scringe when the doctors were trying to draw blood samples out of me when I was infected with dengue fever. This, of course, does not mean that I thrive on pain.


I studied quite a bit of Psychology back in college. There was this particular sub-topic that of lately,  I realized I could relate myself to.


"Sensation-seeking". This term reflects on a personality trait and it simply means the pursuit of novel, intense and complex sensations and experiences, and the willingness to take risks for the sake of such experience.


Excerpts from my trusty psychology textbook:

Risk-taking is not the main point of sensation-seeking behavior; it is merely the price such people pay for certain kinds of activities that satisfy their need for novelty, change and excitement. In fact, many of the things that high sensation-seekers do are not at all risky. They enjoy high-intensity rock music, view sex and horror films, travel to exotic places, and party without drugs.

Sensation-seeking can also extend to the physical, involving unusual or extreme sports such as skydiving, hang gliding, scuba diving, auto racing, rock climbing and whitewater kayaking. An interest in participating in such sports describes one subcategory of sensation-seeking: thrill- and adventure-seeking.

Me and my weird dreams struck again. This time, my family and I were at this restaurant, indulging ourselves in a dinner buffet. The buffet sucked so bad. Limited choices, uncooked live crabs, vege dishes in almost all the serving pans. What the hell??? Live crabs? What, are we supposed to cook them? And then I remembered I got all fired up when we had to pay RM150 per person. I got extremely mad, quarrelled with the lady boss, complained about the food quality and the fact that it cost RM150 per person for crap food.


So yeah, that was a hell of an angst-filled dream. I woke up this morning, feeling so angry :)


And speaking of food, man I feel so deprived now. Especially now that I can't smell nor can I taste. I feel so paralyzed. For the record, I've lost my senses for the third day now. Common sense still is very much intact, thank goodness. I have so given up on food now. Why eat when you can't taste anything? Tantalize the tastebuds, they say, hah, I can forget that for now.


Say, do you think an old favorite friend "Rum and Raisin Ice Cream" can assist in bringing those senses back?