Have you met… Kordapia?

May 29, 2008 at 3:51 pm (Uncategorized)
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When I was younger and had more idle time, I would write songs, poems and even stories on my PC or in an old notebook. But now, I only get to write them in my head. They stay there until time just takes it away with my youth (LOL).

Having the grown-up schedule I have, doing chores and going to work, and going to bed to let time pass before tomorrow comes, I wanted to make life a little more worthwhile by indulging into the activities which I used to do to calm myself. To de-stress.

I came up with an idea to put myself in a different light. To make myself into a comic character. To challenge myself into sharing significant aspects of my life and squeezing them into a 3-panelled comic strip.

Tonight I introduce you to my creation. Shanita Chikita Bonita y Kordapia. May you enjoy reading about her, or at least just amuse yourselves by looking at all those pretty colors.

Leave comments if you like, but please don’t be mean :)

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Pinch Me, I’m Dreaming

May 28, 2008 at 6:30 am (True Story, Whiny Weasel)

 

Have you ever tried to look up the meaning of your dreams in the internet? Whether it’s because something really amazing happened in your dream, it felt really nice and you kind of ach e for it to come true that you just had to know what it meant. Or you had one disturbing dream that was just a wee bit short of a nightmare; you can’t quite get it out of your head. Some of them feel almost real and you get scared of them ever coming true.

 

Can you just imagine that I got flashbacks of a dream of having my leg shaven? And last night I had another one of the shaving dreams again. In the most recent one, my armpits were about to be shaven by somebody else. How freaky is that? And the one with the leg was even more annoying because there were two people taking turns (and NO… not in a kinky way!). One of them shaved my leg too quickly, I had a cut. The other one took really slow and I kept saying I could do a much better job.

 

Shaving is one rare occurrence in a dream, and to have them two nights in a row? Now that has got to mean something. So I visited my trusty dream interpreter site. Take note of the word trusty. I am a frequent visitor because I always have strange dreams.  www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary The interpretations are almost always head on.

 

I looked up the word shave and this is what I found.  “To dream that someone is shaving your leg, represents a lost (loss) of your independence. You are relying on others to get through some difficult times.  You need to build up your self-confidence and self-esteem.”

 

Here we go again with the self-esteem! When in the hell will I be over this? Can it be programmed into my character already? And isn’t it already a bit too late for character building? I’m already 23 years old for crying out loud! I’ve got issues, I know. But who the hell doesn’t?

 

I don’t deal with my issues the wrong way. I simply don’t deal with them. Revisiting any of them or even facing my problems almost feels like rubbing salt in my wounds which, oddly enough, is something I on occasion, find myself doing. Not literally of course. Come on.

 

I am a bit of a masochist, if you prefer euphemisms, go ahead and call it being a martyr. Maybe it’s because I’m scared, or maybe I’m too lazy or too tired. Like me not picking sides because I do not want to do with anything that is not deliberately caused by me, especially when it turns into some crazy fiasco.

 

That’s just me.

 

Deal with it.

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I Don’t See What Anyone Can See, In Anyone Else But You

May 24, 2008 at 4:31 pm (True Story)

It’s 12 midnight and my head is throbbing. It’s from the drink my housemate mixed up for me and my fiancé. He’s playing some online game busy talking to his buddies, so I drank the whole glass. It’s vodka (Absolut Vanilia, and yes, it is spelled that way) with Hershey’s chocolate syrup. Yum? You betcha!

There’s an almost stinging pain at the top of my head as I type but I have been itching to write an entry, the only thing stopping me is that there hasn’t been anything interesting to write about lately. Since I’m starting to have a rash from the alcohol I’ve been drinking, I am reminded of the interesting bus ride we had on our way home from Orchard (Great Singapore Sale).

My fiancé and I were at the bus stop, and it was so crowded so we moved somewhere a little away from the shed. There was this Eminem look-alike, about 16-18 years old sitting on one of the benches with his head bowed down. I didn’t notice him until he looked up and stared at me for a bit, and then he started to spit. It looked a bit like it was a shitload of spit. Then he bit on his earphones’ wires, placed his elbows on his lap and bent his head again.

A few minutes later, our bus arrived, we got on, went to the top deck and I followed my fiancé to the front of the bus. I asked if he preferred sitting on the front. The bus was quite empty, and thought that it was an odd seat to pick when I found it tempting to pick any of the seats in the back.

The bus was filling up, when suddenly I heard stomping on the stairs, which made me turn around and look. It was the spitting kid. He was walking to the back of the bus when he started puking all over the place! And apparently, also on some passengers! He casually walked to the very back of the bus and lay there. Just like nothing happened. He passed out.

Then I thought, “Man, this dude is so wasted. Wait, did he piss or did he puke?” Either way it was a horrible sight. I turned to my fiancé and asked how the kid will know if he’s reached his stop. A couple of stops later, people kept coming up to the top deck ,then going back down because of the vomit on the aisle. This obviously concerned the bus driver, so he grabbed some newspapers and tried to cover up the puke. The kid also puked on his way up the stairs. Passengers kept saying “eeew, disgusting..”.

It’s good that I’m drinking at home. I’d know where to puke if I had the urge to.

But man… I still can’t get over what happened on the bus. I think I can still even smell the vomit. Gross. And yeah, this kid was so drunk but it was still 9pm. It really did seem like he had a lot to drink.

Good thing the dude wasn’t driving.

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