Humidity

Currently Listening To :: The AC In This Suite...

Whoo...I'm here. It's been hot, humid, and downright sticky. Touching down in KL International yesterday at 6am, I was on a high. Back to the "otherland" (because it's not really the Motherland), here for a weekend trip to go to my first cousins wedding. After a red-eye flight and food I'd rather forget, I was promptly reminded that the penalty for importing drugs into Malaysia is a mandatory death penalty. Not that that mattered of course, because I waltzed through customs without so much as breaking my stride.

Since then, it has been non-stop. Going out shopping, eating, more eating and well, you get the idea. The Church ceremony was great, and this morning, I felt so close to God, literally and metaphysically. The fact that I had to do a reading in the ceremony today helped somewhat too...perhaps I was also a bit lightheaded in the sweltering heat, sitting in a wool suit with shirt and tie.

Still, it's going to be all good tonight; reception, and then drinking the night away. Tomorrow, we'll be staying here at this resort called "Cyberview" which despite the name, IS the bomb. I'll be chillin' poolside...then tomorrow night, down to my mum's hometown for dinner. Nice...so I'm off to eat and drink some more, and I'll catch up with ya'll on the other side.

p.s. Riss, how was the John Meyer concert? Still jealous...still jealous...*grin*

'Crastination

Currently Listening To :: All The Things (Your Man Won't Do) :: Joe

I'm still here...barely. Been hellishly busy, and flying out to Malaysia this Thursday for my cousins wedding. NOT ENOUGH TIME!!!!!!

I had a good talk with Larissa today...being at the same uni, it's kewl that we can meet up and chat from time to time on all sorts of topics. It's funny how we seem to have such similar dilemmas. Speaking of dilemmas, I can't get that damn song out of my head. Curse the catchiness *grin*...

More posting later...I have an essay to finish~

Wandering Thoughts

Currently Listening To :: Hey You :: Floetry

For the past week or so, I think I've been doing pretty well. But it's now official, I'm missing the comforts of home.

This may sound strange, as I'm currently living at home. Home alone that is, with both parents visiting my sister in England right now. While the freedom has been incredible, it's 12:50am, I get up in about 5 hours or so, and I'm sitting here in front of my PC, listening to some Floetry and eating instant noodles with food unfrozen from last night. I don't even have milk left to make a coffee or eat my cereal tomorrow or bread to make a sandwhich. Can't forget to throw the rubbish either...

Washing in states of ironing and folding are all over the living room, burnt insence sticks scattered across some old newspaper. My bed in a constant state of sleeping in, yet I feel as if I'm never there. So many little things to do in such a large house, which is made all the larger by the lack of lovers or loved ones. I have way too much time to think lonely thoughts, stupid thoughts, detrimental thoughts...loneliness can rend a heart assunder, and right now, it's killing me softly...

So as I crawl between cold sheets, I'm going to sleep a sleep that yearns for company and dream for a touch that reminds me what it is to be alive, for thoughts that hold my mind in a languid embrace, for whispers that linger on lips behind my ear. Breathless nothings that tease me to slumber until I can no longer fight them, yet taunt me relentlessly until I wake to another morning.

Good morning heartache...what's new?

Subliminal Innuendo

Currently Listening To :: The Sweetest Thing :: Lauryn Hill

One late afternoon last week, I was gazing out of the windows of the Union Offices at the Blockhouse, watching the (uni) world go by. As I continued to absently stare out from the office, I noticed a couple, standing on the walkway. Every time I glanced up from my work, there they were. I began to take an interest in the couple, and I began to wonder what they were doing in the walkway, two pillars amidst a wash of surging humanity.

However, I wasn’t the only one who had noticed the couple, and what started as passing remarks became a small debate on what exactly were they doing. Were they breaking up? “Look at the way she’s hanging her head and slumping over!” Or were they just old friends who had happened to bump into each other on the walkway? “But look at how his hands are relaxed by his side!” Everyone had their own theory as to what was happening, and we became so engrossed in the debate that we didn’t even notice the couple disappearing from the walkway unnoticed, leaving us to question…

Long before humans could even talk, we communicated in a language without words, that universal language of expression, gesture and intuition. Even today, the point is driven home by my little niece who, when she wants her milk warmed up, makes a circular motion with her index finger, the same spinning motion a tray in a microwave makes. Kids these days…

From the time we learn to construct our first sentence, we begin to lose our ability to speak without words. It’s not that we forget how to, but as we’re increasingly able to articulate our wants and needs in spoken word, we begin to forget how to read unwritten and unspoken nuances, so much so that today we now converse in highly overt and impersonal ways. We talk to our phones instead of to each other. We gaze at our computer screens instead of who we’re talking to. We listen for amplified voice patterns instead of inclination. If written word took the magic out of spoken word, then spoken word definitely stole the soul from what is unspoken.

Hunger, remorse, pain, love, and sexual desire; these are just some of the base human needs that transcend traditional language barriers. Take flirting for example. While I’m not out to write the definitive explanation to this ancient art, I’m sure everyone has their own ideas on what flirting entails, and I’m also sure everyone has wondered at times if someone is flirting with them or “just being friendly”. Holding the gaze of someone you’re attracted to can be thought of as flirting by one person, or the unwanted attentions of some potentially psychotic stalker by another.

Now I’m not advocating we discard words wholesale and spend our lives trying to decipher hidden meanings in the body language of others (which is what a lot of us men do when trying to understand women!). But if actions do in fact speak louder than words, than no matter how loud we shout, a shift of the stance or a wink of the eye will always beat the email or the sms.

So if the sweetest thing you’ve ever known was the feeling of a kiss on your collarbone, there’s still hope for us all. But if you’re idea of flirting is confined to caressing your phone to send short message services of sexual innuendo, then the threat to the human race isn’t nuclear or chemical war; the real threat is the reason why we’re in such a mess worldwide today.

Poor communication.

Pimpin' A'int Eas'y

Currently Listening To :: Put It On Me :: Ja Rule + Vita

In an attempt to increase the traffic to this site (and to see just how many people actually read my IZMS in Blitz AND are blog readers), I've changed the name of my site for a little while, so please bear with me.

After a week or two of this pimping, things will quite possibly go back to normal...

Hope everyone is about to have an AWESOME weekend...I'm hitting the clubs *grin*

Where would I be without my beyyybeehhhh!?!?!!
The thought alone might break mehhhhh!!!!!
And I don't wanna go crazehhhhhhh!!!!!!!
But every thug needs a ladehhhhhhhhh!!!!!

http://izms.blogspot.com

I know I've used this quote before somewhere, but this is something I wrote for Blitz, plus I'm feeling lazy.

See? I'm not so depressing after all; I can be positive DAMMIT!!! *grin*

A while back, when Dick and Barry and I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like, Barry proposed the idea of a questionnaire for prospective partners that covered all the music/film/TV/book bases…(and) there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favourite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.

Nick Hornby quote from “High Fidelity”

During the very first editorial meeting for this year’s Blitz team all the way back in Session 1, I asked if I could write a column of my own, a little half page to speak on topics that I’ve been thinking about, and hopefully that most of you have thought about at some time too.

For those who have been reading this space for the past year, I’m sure a few of you have been curious as to what an izm actually is. For fan’s of Ally McBeal, I’m sure all of you will recognize the word as that attatched to a few of Richard Fish’s more quirky and personal sayings, his “Fishizms” if you will. For the ebonically challenged, izm is also slang used for marijuana. So combining the two, we have personal sayings or traits that are addictive like a drug. Bingo, we have a column name.

But to me, izms aren’t quirky or personal quips, nor are they doses of illicit drugs. I’ve always seen izms as those little yet imperceptible things that make us who we are, those experiences and emotional baggage that make us all unique. If you spend enough time with someone, eventually you begin to learn about the things they like, the types of movies they watch, the style clothes they wear and the sorts of websites they visit. While pictures may say a thousand words, for me a glance at a persons bookshelf or CD collection can write whole chapters.

So if Rob was right, and what you like is the real clinching factor in any relationship, if you discover that that perfect someone does indeed own every single Michael Bolton record ever made while all you want to do is listen to some Powderfinger, where to from there? How final is this test of what you like versus what you are like? Since we spend a lot of our spare time reading, listening, or simply doing the things we like, so I think it’s only natural to want your significant other to at least appreciate what you like.

Personally though, for me it’s more about the fit than the familiarity. While it would be incredible to find someone who liked (or even knew about) all the things I like, I’d rather have someone who complements me rather than completes me. So while the books, CDs, Movies and websites do matter, I think the fact that they are willing to look at something different or experience new things matters more. And in the end, having an open mind oneself is more important than just knowing someone else's.

And who knows? Maybe love can conquer all...even if it requires a boxed set of Julio's greatest hits.