Talk Back @ MindSay

Was just checking my e-mail, and then *kaboom*, there was an e-mail from Cauliflower. So I was like "first time she sent me an e-mail" and I opened the e-mail, and inside the email she said she would coming to China on a school trip, and wold visit Beijing for a few days. She asked if I could meet her up in Beijing, and I'm like "cool shizzle man!" Considering the fact I haven't seen her since Year 7, and that she's the only person I actually keep in touch with out of all of my friends who left Yew Chung, I'd probably would visit her "no matter the cost".

Its been such a hectic week, with an all out Physics test coming up tomorrow, a science test on Monday, a 6-4 win against BISS on Monday ( was a fun game, did an Oliver Kahn  diving save,  Van Der Sar reflex save against a point blank shot, and a couple of other fancy shizzle), essays, poetry analysis, being Stefen... you know, all the typical stuff that doesn't look like things that would actually make you busy.

Its funny how things are playing out with me and MC. We don't really actually talk that much, cause I seriously don't like using the phone, its like talking to a wall that talks back to you because your hallucinated or something. Once your done with talking to the wall and get all pumped up and sh*t, you end up suffering from post telephone depression because you simply don't talk that much once your back home. One thing I seriously don't enjoy doing, is probably talking to MC when satellites are orbiting around her. Maybe its an act of being selfish, but to some extent, all I want is just her, not accompanied with any satellites, debris, space junk, twin planets or what so ever. So now that I don't get many "chances" to talk to MC, she seems to be the one thats creating all the chances to talk. Every time I see MC walking by when I go to ICT while she gets out of Chinese (that rhymes :D), I usually only greet her when I see eye contact and when she's alone, but today when she was with her friends talking, I was like "yeah whatever", just to hear her greet me. Looks like I can't run away with the disguise of the people, lol.

Been receiving weird compliments recently, and the other one to join the party is probably "L" saying I should be a rapper. A rapper? For real? I'm not quite I would want to walk down that road even if I do actually have good rapping skills. One of my favourite rap song lyric lines from The Unknown by Mark B & Blade is "the industry is full of cut throats, false hopes, money controls, killing of many souls, anything goes", that pretty much answers why I don't want to join the entertainment industry. Another things is, my all time favourite rapper Eminem ran out of fuel after only a few years of stardom, and now the sh*t he's rapping about is the same sh*t he's been rapping about since the album Infinite came out, and sometimes I think he's rapping stuff that he pulled out of his ass just to earn some bug bucks. I don't want to be like that, so if I was to be commited, I'd rather make sure I have enough fuel to bring me into a path where I can constantly replenish fuel.

That being said, PSV knocked Tottenham Hotspurs out of the UEFA Cup after a thrilling 1-0 loss at PSV Stadion, followed by a penlaty shootout. Just a note before I get into the penalty shootout, is that Gomes did a fabulous OMFG save in the dying moments of extra time, when a shot that was doomed to go into the top corners of Gomes' goal was denied by Gomes himself as he accelerated off the ground to make that finger tip save.

Pretty cool week so far, let's just hope I bang that A* for Physics tomorrow :P

I'm so glad I have a bed next to me. I nearly broke my phone.
You know those times that you want to talk to someone, and they reject your calls even though they're free to talk to you and have no compelling reason to reject the call? You know, like being at work as I normally am? Then you think that you always call people back when you're at work and can't take calls on your mobile. THen you message them to see what's up and they ignore you.

I am so sick of having to deal with these people. If you're going to be upset with someone then just tell them. I understand it's hard to maintain a steady level of greatness, but this is just pathetic.
It's one of my "pet peeves". Rejecting a person's call is saying "I don't have time to talk to you." Nine times out of ten it's just fucking rude!
I only do it at work. Know why? Because I don't have time to talk to them on my mobile. GOD. Why do I always have to deal with this!?

Me, me, me. I know. That's what this 'blog is about.

On a lighter note: The Holocaust.
Ever noticed that with "Holocaust" sounds like "hollow cause?" Also, "dog" is "God" backwards? Also, "kami" (god in Japanese) is like "kame" (Turtle in Japanese). Notice a conenction? Some people thing caring for animals is a "hollow cause" and animals are like God, and "hollow cause" is like Holocaust so what do we have? God was responsible for the Holocaust!

It scares me that people think like that.

Suggested Tag: "Talk back." Has anyone listened to "Talk Back" radio? Mhmm. See the connection? I'll stop there.

-Mitch

this weekend was an interesting one...

friday i went with some friends to country and chilled for a bit...man, it was an effing good time...then came back and played a prank on a friend!!! lol...good times good times...

saturday went to lindsay's and made some burgers...and that's where all the drama started...

i was talking to babe, and some things were said, and he got upset and hung up...came back to my dorm around 2 am and was talking to a friend...well babe calls and i'm like "i'm chilling with X" he's like cool...so i was like "you'll always come first and what not"...we hang up and guess what i hear...i hear revving...i'm like "no, it can't be" and yep, it sure is...HE'S OUTSIDE OF MY DORM!!! he was so bothered by what i said on the phone, he actually drove the hour up here just to talk to me!!! WTF!!! X gets all heartbroken cause i'm begging babe to come back and come in...

shit gets out of control and people start crying...and i come back in my room about an hour later and tell babe about this other guy i've been seeing...he's like WTF and i'm like, i'm sorry i didnt' tell you sooner...so i'm crying and he's VERY understanding...*cause he did it to me before* and he's like, well it's your decision, do whatever you want...i realize some shit, and we end up having one of the most passionate sex hours ever!!! i was like WOW!!! we end up going to sleep at 6 something...

finally got up around 2 in the afternoon, and we're taking a shower, when i'm like..."baby, i love you soo much, and sometimes i just want to move on, and leave you behind...but if you're willing, to talk shit out, i'm willing to take a chance with you...but once we break up and see that it can't be fixed, we're moving on"...and he agreed!!! so as he was scrubbing my back, we got back together...it was adorable...

so i'm like FUCK!!! now i have to tell the other guy that we have to stop...i didn't get a chance to talk to the other guy til about 9 o clock at night!!! he didn't want to speak to me cause i fucking tore his heart apart, but after a few hours of cursing and forcing each other to listen, we finally spoke things out...he doesn't want to talk to me, cause he needs time to chill and figure it out, but after about a week or so, we should be on the road to steady...and i'm scared it just won't happen!!!

so i'm back together with babe...and i broke a guy's heart...

but on the lighter side...MY NIECE IS GETTING MARRIED!!! i'm so freaken happy for her!!!

YES IT IS I. I FEEL REALLY GOOD RIGHT NOW. I HAVE BEEN WORKING FOR 6 HOURS NOW AND STILL COUNTING. I JUST WANTED TO LET EVERYONE KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF. I AM A PEOPLE PERSON. I LIKE TALKING TO PEOPLE IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED YET THEN WE DONT TALK. I REALLY ENJOY PEOPLE WRITING BACK TO ME AFTER I WRITE IN MY BLOG. IT GIVES ME SOMETHING TO DO. I ALSO MET MORE PEOPLE THAT WAY. I LOVE HEARING HOW YOUR DAY HAS BEEN. IF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH YOUR NIEBOR. OR JUST THAT YOUR DAY WAS GREAT. I'M SORRY IF I BUG YOU WHEN I TALK BACK TO YOU BUT THATS ME OKAY. SO IF I TALK TO YOU JUST TO SAY HI OR WHATEVER LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME OR NOT OYU CAN EVEN SEND ME A FUCK YOU IF YOU REALLY WANT TO. JUST TELL ME SO I KNOW NOT TO BUG YOU.

 

THANKS CHRISTINA

The back of my pants are still soaked from lying on all those benches, all those graves. My hands are shaking from being out in what was the tepid, but quickly became cold, air. My shoes are wet from all the walking.

 

"So."

 

We walked lap after lap around the cemetery, making zigzag paths among the ruined stones, the new polished granite, the engraved and the whitewashed blank. I jesticulated, using my hands constantly, wisecracking beautifully back at him, carrying all the banter. I wasn't a shy little girl anymore.

 

I can't even focus on what brought us here. Japanese rope bondage, if you want to be specific. Shibari. Intricate binding of the submissive by the dominant. He figured out who I was and continued to talk, make plans with me, meet me here in the dark graveyard at 3am.

 

"George Washington's bodyguard?"

"As per usual. See you in a few."

 

I walked from my house and he walked from his.  I waited at the huge ornate stone, almost all of the information, ephitaph, completely rubbed off. He walked up looking just like he did the last time I saw him, when he graduated, two or three years before I would. Dressed differently, but weren't we both? My entire body felt like it had been hit with ice water. My hands were shaking, my whole body was shaking. Here were a million high school fantasies walking up to me, thousands of silly teenage wet dreams, who I was thinking about half the time I was fucking him.

 

Things went more smoothly than I would have believed. We shifted with ease from one topic to the next and my conversation was at it's finest; when I'm impressing, when I'm playing to an audience. We walked around again and again; he walked down here with me to look at my tattoo design. I kept laying down in the wet, enjoying the cold. enjoying him being uncomfortable and not knowing what to do or expect.

 

Now he's the one who wants me.