One way conversations
I talk to myself heaps, be it staring at the wall before I pass out to sleep (which usually doesn't take long) or the anxious wait for a phone call that shouldn't and never will happen.
Strangely, one way conversations do happen between two people... but I'd imagine it's somewhat a "semi" one way conversation considering the both of you are involved, yes?
For example: you're drumming your fingers against the keyboard staring at the person's chat window wondering if you should say anything. Of course, as you're wondering, you're also talking to yourself weighing out the worth of nanosecond euphoria versus the slow, agonizing pain that you know will span over the next few days should you even begin a conversation.
And you know the other person is probably fussing over the exact same predicament because the both of you still leave little thoughts lying around out in the open, knowing the other person will be reading or at the very least catch a glimpse of it.
Tsk tsk, stalemate.
Oh, why do we torture ourselves so?
Happy Halloween to all :) Today is when obscenely huge amounts of candy is acceptable... so remember to eat your candy/chocolate today! ^^;
Scratching that itch...
on your nose can be extremely hard to do once you have a piercing. Yes, I was bored... and decided to have a hot goth chick (the girl who pierced my nose was coincidentally hot, okay?) make a hole through the right side of my nose.
It hurts for the first nanosecond (oh that sharp, quick release of pain) before it becomes another accessory hog :)
(Huge pictures below just to make doubly sure my piercing doesn't get confused with a zit)
The first day; that large zit-like stud
Two days later; a bright blue flower
Oh, towelling my face has become a hassle too. And accidents can be painful. Yeah.
Chaos in the office and today is work from home day! :) Read all about it here.
It's Hallow's End in WoW! And thus it begins the orgy of good, clean fun doing the seasonal quests, stuffing your face with Hallow's End Pumpkin Treats and running down (or away from) the PVP flagged horde while in Tirisfal Glades ;)
This year, on top of your usual trick-or-treating, they added a super sexy 5-man quest (the Headless Horseman) in the Graveyard part of Scarlet Monastery which you kick-start by clicking on a huge pumpkin and stuffing a candle in the dirt pile behind the pumpkin. On a side note, summoning this sexy rider actually takes up a daily quest slot, so I wouldn't actually recommend solo-ing or you'd end up like this:
Yes, us clothies tried to tank the guy (poor Ram, having major heart attacks trying to heal us through heavy mashing between blazing speed procs) and naturally, it wasn't the best of ideas. We failed and got turned into pumpkin heads.
But we eventually made it! And he drops...
.. magic broomsticks for both ground and air! <3 Too bad it disappears once the event is over :(
When you just don't give two shits
To whom it may concern,
Please don't take this the wrong way but I'm having a tremendously awful day and I just have to say, I don't really care about your graphics card. I don't, I really don't. Nor do I care about how big your laptop screen size is or will be. If you want to brag about your computer/laptop/server or machine-that-allows-you-to-process-word-documents, it is quite painfully obvious you're directing it to the wrong audience--i.e. a person who isn't the "hardcore" power user. Frankly, that's not my idea of a healthy conversation when you obsess over technological parts like there's nothing else to talk about. What about the weather? The color of your pet's fur? Perhaps your kitchen stoneware?
This is (sadly) not the first time you've brought up your (or soon to be yours) computer specs, not the second... and it definitely doesn't seem like it's going to be the last. I like my technology but it's disturbing to have to talk about how sexy your graphics card is every time you open your mouth. This is why I ignore you after awhile. Or I just phase out.
The way I see it, I don't talk to you about let's say, shoes to the extent I put you in an awkward situation where you have to uncomfortably albeit obligingly agree or disagree with what I say when in reality you're thinking of the quickest exit out of the conversation without having to resort to, "What the fuck are you talking about, you dumb bitch?"
Now, pay attention. This is the difficult part; following the train of thought from the previous paragraph: STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT YOUR DAMN GRAPHICS CARD. I am your friend and my heart bleeds at the possibility of needing to call you a dumb bitch just to stake the point home... through your heart.
Stop being a bitter, arrogant snot and buy the damn thing already. Or heck, I don't know. Frame it up, worship it on your altar, sacrifice virgins to the almighty graphics card or have a picnic with it. In any case, I just don't want to hear what you did with it after. Ever.
I also have to point out that I have absolutely NO (takde, nada, mou, mei, bo) interest whatsoever in glorifying the fact that you can log into WoW smack in the middle of Shattrah City at a super kinky 70 fps. If it looks smooth, more power to you. Do I look like I really, really, really care if I can't see the intricate shimmer on the underside of Al'dal's otherworldly form? I also don't give two shits if you're crying about lacking anymore settings you can turn up because the resolution is maxed out and even Bioshock looks completely awesome. Boo bloody hoo. And again, I can't emphasize how much I just really don't care.
Actually, scratch that "really"; I JUST DON'T CARE.
Speed, CSS and elevator candy
People in Cyberjaya are freaks. Here I am driving on the supposed fast lane taking corners at 110km/hr--no, I do not have a death wish... and yet, there are cars whizzing (and wheezing) past me on the left at tire squealing, bumper-rattling speeds.
I'm not sure if I should be more worried about the other guy violently swerving into my lane or having his bumper fly off and come at me at a projectile speed that is capable of causing instant and total brain mass splatter.
I count myself lucky I didn't get kitty bits on my windscreen when he barely missed running over the already very dead roadkill in the middle of the road in front of us.
Getting to work has never been so much fun.
But I really do despise leaving work mainly because of the obscene traffic that's caused by a poorly designed death-trap of a bottleneck that is more lovingly known as the Sunway toll.
And oh boy, have I developed a new capacity of HATE for the Sunway toll... and all the bloody morons who floor their accelerators only to come to a grinding halt in the WRONG LANE and attempt to cross three lanes of HEAVY traffic because they were too impatient to wait behind five other cars.
On a cheery note, did I mention there's an engineer/IT person who works on the second floor who's shamelessly easy on the eyes? Hot and techy with big, strong arms... obviously from all the programming.
What? You think I only look at code all day?
CSS is undeniably sexy but elevator candy is that much sexier.
previously on nekomatta.com
Sean Sean Tan;
sarcastic wordsmith, dirty in oh-so-many ways, fun-loving IE-hating CSS worshiping markup "engineer", anime-styled arm flailing expressive communicator, proudly self-initiated member of the cult of milk and caffeine, snotty pink crayon lover, tree hugging hippy organic designer, pole dancer wannabe, swing-a-ling lindy hopper, rabid arcane mage/bitchin' disc priest/annoying resto druid--sometimes spazzy, often giggly, always loud.
20% sugar, 80% kink.