In less than four hours, I won’t be around.
How conveniently timely.
Filed under: Cogitations, Life
January 17, 2009 • 1:19 0
24
Many of my friends know off my partiality towards the series 24.
And I’ve just watched the first 2 episodes of the brand spanking new season 7.
I’ve been refraining myself from watching this first few episodes till the long plane trip back to Malaysia, and then the few hours spent in the terminal waiting for the flight to Singapore.
I spent the night with a jumbo pizza from Antonios, a bottle of coke and my dear sister watching episode one and two.
Seriously, everyone should watch it.
It is far superior to the drivel they call the Gossiping Girly Heroes Who Met Your Mother’s Grey Anatomy.
The tension set up by the movie length filler aptly titled 24: Redemption that links season 6 and 7 together just set these couple of episodes up nicely. So much so I don’t even think you really need to know much about the storyline of 24 to understand it, though there’s a pretty huge twist laid out in the first episode.
Nonetheless if you must, you can read a quick summary here that describes each season in 24 words or less.
I love their description of Day 4!
24: Day 4
Coroner’s Log, Thursday
Secret Service agents, COD – Gunshot Wounds
20 Train Passengers, COD – Explosion
Thousands of Civilians, COD – Radiation Poisoning
257 terrorists, COD – Pissed off Jack Bauer
BAD ASS!
Just like Arntan’s promo videos he made for freedom camp about a good 3 months ago.
A bit late I know, but his videos were inspired by 24 and very much resembles the style. So embedded below are the videos for your viewing pleasure that are still funny, albeit late.
Episode One
Episode Two
Episode Three
Episode Four
Episode Five
But really I think it’s best to go to his channel and watch it there, it’ll probably come up better as widescreen I think… and the blooper reel is there too!
January 14, 2009 • 1:26 1
Cyclical
Some say there is a cycle to everything.
The sun rises and sets at around the same time everyday, the year goes through four seasons every year, you get my drift.
Normally I would probably provide some sort of annecdote that is hillariously funny to set up my post, or maybe some insighful insight. But this time I’m in no mood, and if I gotten over my pretentious pride, this post would have came out yesterday.
All I know is, maybe life really does follow cycles, like a sinewave…. it’s a different time, but the response/amplitude relative to that time, was the same, a similar period ago. That probably isn’t very true, and some budding year 11 physicist would shoot me down.
And once again, I find myself either repeating or wanting to repeat and execute what I would consider irrational behaviour. I know there are better ways to deal with the internal Tour de France. And I try so hard to resist my irrational behaviour and employ the seemingly better ways, but in the end it’s not satisfying.
However if this cyclical reasoning is anything to go by, if I wait out long enough, I’ll be over it onto a different part of that sinewave, until one phase later again when it occurs.
Filed under: Cogitations, Life
January 11, 2009 • 3:35 0
Five Minute Hindsight
I don’t think talking shit would even help.
Despite all that I learned in counseling psychology , that all we do is crave to be listened, and I do agree with that.
And I have exercised that craving occasionally, and even been on the listening end a plenty, but I barely recall any of those already rare instances where I’ve felt better simply because I’ve released it from myself.
It’s been more of the case that, I got over it regardless of my release of verbal diarrhoea because I don’t dwell on the issue and let it fester like a giant wound with maggots breeding over it.
Oh the irony of it all, some may class this as an outlet of my inner frustration.
And in hindsight much later, I’ll probably think the same… if I even remember why I feel like I am feeling now later.
Filed under: Cogitations, Life
• 3:17 0
Venting
I need to talk shit.
Writing doesn’t alleviate it, and as much as I like to think I enjoy writing, I’ve begun to feel so dispassionate about it recently.
Talking on MSN doesn’t count to.
And no a phone call will not suffice, not only do I hate talking on the phone, no one calls me anyway 
I just crave a lasting companion who can put up with my eccentric idiosyncrasies.
At times like this, I realise how spent my social capital is.
Filed under: Cogitations, Life
