The Long and Winding Road

At last, I've finished painting parts of the kitchen and bathroom. They were sparkling from a distance and looked brand-new! Hopefully I will not be asked to paint my room door coz I'm starting to feel tired of it. But hey, not bad for a starter. Who needs painting service I'll be glad to do it for you...with charge. Ain't going to do it for free. There's no such thing as free lunch.

I plugged in my ipod and took out a book to read while waiting for the doctor to arrive. Alas, ipod ran out of battery. Darn! No music, no concentration. My focus was diverted away from the book to the people around me from time to time.

Saw a young, teenage, Korean/Japanese lookalike boy, at about my age, wore the same brand of clothing line from head to toe. T-Shirt from Nike. Sport shoes from Nike. Sling bag from Nike. I doubt if his trousers is not from Nike. Seriously...it gave me a sore eye having to see the same symbol printed 'all over him'. So I continued reading.

A distracting noise came from few feets away. Mr. Tubby, a fat-looking, Chinese businessman (I could tell from his actions and the way he dressed) was on a call, put it on loudspeaker and spoke at the top of his voice like no one's business. I would shove a big burger into his big mouth if I could!! He hung up the call, thus, I continued reading.

Annoying.

However, I was rather amused upon hearing the conversation between two 'ah mohs' who were sitting next to me. The husband was racking is brains to solve a crossword puzzle. His wife knew the answer but...

H: No no no no! Don't tell me.
W: But I'm not going to tell you the word...just a hint
H: No no no no!

Now this is what you called an action-packed movie! There were more and more fighting and bomb-blasting scenes every few minutes, which I think it's cool! It was reaally fast-moving that you wouldn't even wanna miss a second of it. Not even a blink of an eye! I loved the part when the Joes were speed-chasing after the Cobras on the busy roads in Paris. I was very impressed with the bulky and heavy-looking metal suit (the accelerator). Instead of slowing them down, it made Duke and Rip ran faster and jumped higher than ever before. However, this movie is too predictable. I expected Ana to switch sides, true enough, she did and the President of the United States turned out to be a replica of the real President. Anyways, there should be a Part 2 of G.I. Joe and I'm certainly looking forward to it! How thrilling would it be if I'm recruited to be one of the Joes? *dreaming*

Channing Tatum as Duke

Isn't he HOT??!! At a glance, he looks just like Nick Lachey.

Sienna Miller as Ana Lewis

I still think she looks better in black hair.

It's SHIT...that's right, SHIT! SHIT may just be the most functional word in the English language.

You can smoke SHIT, buy SHIT, sell SHIT, lose SHIT, find SHIT, forget SHIT, and tell others to eat SHIT. Some people know their SHIT, while others can't tell the difference between SHIT and shineola. There are lucky SHITs, dumb SHITs, and crazy SHITs. There is bull SHIT, horse SHIT, and chicken SHIT. You can throw SHIT, sling SHIT, catch SHIT, shoot the SHIT, or duck when the SHIT hits the fan. You can give a SHIT or serve shit on a shingle.

You can find yourself in deep SHIT or be happier than a pig in SHIT. Some days are colder than SHIT, some days are hotter than SHIT, and some days are just plain shitty. Some music sounds like SHIT, things can look like SHIT, and there are times when you feel like SHIT. Sometimes food even tastes like SHIT. You can have too much SHIT, not enough SHIT, the right SHIT, the wrong SHIT or a lot of weird SHIT. You can carry SHIT, have a mountain of SHIT, or find yourself up SHIT creek without a paddle. Sometimes everything you touch turns to SHIT and other times you fall in a bucket of SHIT and come out smelling like a rose.

When you stop to consider all the facts, it's the basic building block of the English language.
And remember, once you know your SHIT, you don't need to know anything else!!
Well, SHIT, it's time for me to go. Just wanted you to know that I do give a SHIT and hope you have a nice day, without a bunch of SHIT. But, if you happened to catch a load of SHIT from some SHIT -head..

Well...shit Happens!

annnnddddd.....That's No SHIT!

As usual, I would visit grandma on Sunday. Once every two weeks and spend quality time with her. Take her to do some shopping, run some errands, have a stroll in town, let her taste the food that she feels like eating etc. So when I was there, I found something to do to ease my boredom for the whole 5 months...that is to plant a cactus. Grandma kept a baby cactus for me. I poured soil in a pot and planted the cactus in it. Did it with blood, sweat and tears. Ok, I know I'm exaggerating. Just sweat. I'm going to see the lil' thing grow!