Song: Hold My Hand - Michael Jackson & Akon


Man, it took me a while to get this post up.

I guess somewhere deep down I just have to make a joke out of everything to avoid facing reality; I'd much rather have a false "see you later" than a proper "goodbye." I'd rather it be POSSIBLE that we see each other in the not-too-distant future than us forever unable to contact each other; even if that possibility is as slim as Bush standing in the front lines with his soldiers in Iraq.

I keep thinking that if you keep things as funny as they can be in that one special moment; in that one moment that is meant to be serious and sentimental before they leave...things somehow become not be as bad as they seem.

I sent my best friends off to the airport one by one.

Two of them in fact.

The two people that I actually could have deep long conversations with; showing my true inner side that not many people have been unlucky enough to se. I'm really not that funny of a person deep down.

And now they're gone.

I really don't know what to do.

Before one left, I shared one last bone-crushing hug that seemed to last for hours. She was bawling her eyes out. I could feel my tears welling up in my eyes as I sensed something terrible coming, something that I always hoped to shake off or avoid.

I force a smile.

"That's not my zipper you're feeling, by the way." I joke.

She raises an eyebrows, gets the joke and gives me a weary smile. Probably the last expression I ever got to see on her face. "It's always a joke, isn't it?" she asks.

I feel my eyes water.

"Doesn't hurt so much anymore, does it?" I say with a strain.

And then she leaves.

It hurts me, it really really does.

Song: We're Going to Be Friends - Jack Johnson



Lately I've kinda been into Facebook Poker.

Not that live poker is any less fun; Facebook Poker is just so much easier to arrange and access. Plus, you don't feel any real attachment to your "money" and you get to meet tons of kooky characters while you're there. Sometimes it's kinda nasty though.

My mom once told me that people who go to chatrooms are either desperate, curious or rapists. Hopefully I'm none of the above.

.....Trust me, I'm not.

So anyway I realize that these rooms have all sorts of people: the guys who stay solitary and alone, the dudes who feel the need to hit on every girl who enters the room, and the people who decide to give GIFTS to the entire table. Now in case you're not familiar with this concept, there's an application where you get to send other players (or even the entire table) chips and gifts. Gifts can range all the way from fake beer to a dancing tiger. So if you feel the need to...express your love and care for the other players on the table, you can give dancing tigers all across the table so that you can see them jiggle happily as you play your poker game.

So I'm playing with these bunch of folks and this pretty little lady joins the table. She's not exactly Jessica Alba, but compared to "Little Miss Nastyface" and "Jessica Asscrack Lacex" (warning, names have been change to hide the identities of these monstrous creatures) she actually looks pretty good.

...Alright I was kidding, we're all God's children and we're all beautiful.

She was hot, alright? So naturally these two horny virgin males find it necessairy to flex their muscles and flirt with her. Now, normally they get ignored. But either this girl was using a fake profile picture, was drunk desperate retarded or all of the above, she decided to entertain these men.

"I like generous men." she says.

So I SWEAR TO GOD these two motherfuckers start battling who the mother generous loser is; giving gifts to the entire table at multiple times. Oh, something I forgot to mention is that when you get a gift from another player on the table, it replaces the old gift you used to have.

Which means that if Loser 1 gave a gift to the table after Loser 2 did, Loser 1's gift automatically replaces Loser 2's gift.

So these two motherfuckers are just DUELLING it out all night, giving gifts to all of us on the table. Beers, Martinis, Dancing Lions, Shaking Elvis's, ROTATING CHICKENS....

Man. Facebook Poker really can amusingly prove the sad sex lives of some men, I have to admit.

Song: Consequence - The Notwist


If life was a teen soap drama, I'd currently be at the episode before the season finale.

You know how sometimes we're in a position in the middle a bunch of friends with questionable situations and you say to yourself, "what the flying fuck is going on here?"

Well yeah, here I am at the moment. Truth is, I'm still unsure of what's the real issue here. Basically there's drama going along in all circles of my life; and the guilty pleasure I have is that I am free of all problems. It's only the painful feeling in my gut when I have to my friends tell me about how shitty their lives are. Personally though, I'm kinda enjoying mine.

I passed my army test with flying colours (more about my army stuff in the future, though), I've been going to the gym recently (once, this afternoon. close enough), my movie critic website is kinda on the way (worldsworstcritic.com, I'm the writer called "Tie", come drop me a comment) and sometimes I feel so free that I want to just spread my hands out like the wings of an eagle and SOAR AND FLY!!!!

Seriously though. Drama going on around me.

Me and my friends (or, my friends and I...whatever) sometimes joke about what people would say about our lives if we were documented and watched by people hunched around their television sets (or computers downloading from Bittorrent or Youtube) and watching the episodes of the lives of me and my friends.

Several plots for my character would be obviously my on-and-off relationship with a girl called Karman, my frequent disputes between me and my father, taking advice from my sisters (one is 19, another is 12) and my film-making career which I continuously struggle to get up and running.

And this one would be 'ADAM AND BUDDIES, Season 6'. You can purchase the first two seasons at any DVD store, season 3 in stores soon. I would imagine my show would be pretty popular, despite the ridiculous title. My lucky chance would be some innocent mofo downloading it because they mistook it for a spin-off from 'FRIENDS'.

At the moment, we'd currently be in the episode right before the season finale.

All we need is someone to get amnesia, another person to leave to the airport with her ex-boyfriend rushing there to tell her that he loves her, another person to get a surprise visit from her father who abandoned her fifteen years ago, and a girl to wake up from a long coma.

When that finally occurs, we'd cut straight to the broadcaster with the low voice 'please tune in next sunday to the final episode of Adam and Buddies', and all it takes for people to tune in expectantly in wonderment of what happens next.

And obviously, something always happens.

Something has to happen in order for the show to go on, and people will watch it. As we are a television show, we are obviously counting on the viewership of people to keep the show on the air.

And people will indeed keep watching it.

You know why? Because they're stll waiting for something.

The resolution.