Desmond and the Police Car Out of a TV Show.

Let's start off with the understanding that I, as a TV-nerd, know absolutely nothing about cars. Everything I know, I've learnt off TV shows. For example, if you see a yellow Volkswagon beatle (and I'm pretty certain I got the spelling wrong,) that is able to talk and move around without a driver, that particular car would be called 'Bumblebee'.

And, if the car is black, and is really smart, but it's TV show has not been getting good reviews or high ratings, the car in question would be Knight Rider. (I don't watch the show and apparently the driver is Knight Rider. The car's name is K.I.T.T. WHOKAY... whatever NBC, nobody watches the show.)

Then there's the car that can do a million things, and parks on a rotating platform in a cave. That would be the Batmobile, the car of all cars.

Okay, but the Metallicar from Supernatural beats the Batmobile hands down. Sorry Batsy, but in the real world, the Metallicar is more... real! (For lack of a better word.) 67' Chevy Impala. Don't I sound car-smart. And the same model was used for a mythbuster's experiment!

I know there's something about horsepower and the carborator, and the dashboard which Blogger has too! And maybe a few things off Mythbusters, but that's pretty much it.

But I do know when I see a pweety car, and this one actually exists in the real world, as a real car! Shocker, yes.

"Italy's State Police can lay claim to having the world's coolest cop car after Lamborghini gifted them a Gallardo LP560-4. " -Yahoo!

Now that's an awesome, K.I.T.T, Batmobilish type of car that actually works in the real world. And I'm not going to say anymore. Not because it's so nice and I'm speechless, but because it's so nice but it's late and I'm tired of typing.

So just enjoy the pictures, and feel free to wonder (as I have), about how the driver of this Lamborghini would never dare to speed in this (police) car. How he would never want to crash it, or spoil it, or scratch it, the (police) car. And yes, you're free to also wonder about how the police will have to fear the theft of their cars, in addition to other cars. Like they don't have enough to worry about.

Still... so nice!!

Desmond and Oh-So-Absent Sylar.

*SPOILERS FOR HEROES SEASON 3*

Last night's (I'm not counting!!!!) episode of Heroes was pretty awesome, although I'd didn't expect Adam Monroe, Resident-Regenerating-Really-Old-English-Guy to die. And the poor RRROE-Guy just got dug out of his grave!! I mean why bring the RRROE-Guy back if he isn't going to do anything great??

Oh, yea, he did regenerate a bed-ridden-non-talking-machine-and-tube-poked Arthur Petrelli.

How I hate Adam MonRRRroe.
So last night Adam goes and gets himself killed, thanks to stupid Knuckle-head-Knox, and BRNTMAPT Arthur Petrelli. Angela is, as per last week, still paralyzed, but is now in a hospital bed.

Her two sons Peter and Sylar are at Level 5, The Company. Speedster-Nemesis-of-Hiro-and-by-Default-My-Hero Daphne comes recruiting Sylar, freeing him from his one-man concrete cell. I'm just wondering, for a company with such secrecy, and knowledge of people who have powers, they don't really have great security do they?

Sylar refuses, and realising his mother is in trouble, Oh-So-Absent-But-Still-Awesome Sylar goes looking for his brother Peter in one of the neighbouring cells. Wow. Angela must be saving a whole lotta money on electricity bills huh. Her husband is (was) bed-ridden in some other company without her knowledge, Nathan is off to see Milky-Webby Mohinder, she's in the hospital, and her other two remaining sons are locked up in The Company... who's at the Petrelli home using the TV and lights man? Nobody! I thought so too...

Peter is lying on a concrete slab with tubes going into his body. Now Peter, if only you had Daddy's powers, and KH-Knox brought Adam MonRRRroe to see you, you'd be free and walking about too! Oh but Brother Sylar is here to save you.

Sylar removes the tubes, with strangely no blood coming out, unlike Arthur who pulled bloody (and I don't mean in the Adam MonRRRroe-English swearing way) tubes. Peter and Sylar then play a game of catch in the 2m by 4m cell.

Peter acts as if Sylar is the monster, asking him to stay away from him. Yea, when two episodes ago, he was the idiot slicing Nathan's head (his eldest brother). Oh, and not to mention, trying to do the same thing to his mother, in last week's episode. Dude, she still has the plaster on her head while paralyzed on the bed!! (Oo, that rhymes!)

And then, this was the one scene that made me really mad.

Peter: You gave me this hunger made me a monster. Now I can't control it, I'm just like you. (Referring to the hunger for to take other peoples' powers by killing them, that comes with absorbing Syler's powers)

YOU FOOL! First off, how about "Hey bro, thanks for taking those tubes outta me. Now I can breathe and we can get outta here and get a drink." Second, if I (and scores of viewers out there) remember correctly... and we do, I assure you... this is what Future Sylar told you before you took his powers.

Future Sylar: I'm not going to give it to you, my ability...
You (Peter): Then I'll just take what I need.
Future Sylar: I am not going to willingly condemn you to hell.

And then you go and try to do it anyway, and you finally get it. So you "took what you needed", and you can't control it, and it's your brother's fault?!? Seriously, were they pumping liquid-stupid into your body awhile ago??

And THIRD! You are not "just like Sylar"!! He is Oh-So-Absent-But-Still-Awesome!! And you're NOT.

Anyways, Sylar, the smart brother convinces Peter to go help Angela, where Peter gets an image of the Pinehearst logo by reading his mother's mind. Thanks to the oh-so-convinient card that Daphne gave Sylar when she was recruiting him, they have a real location to look for.



At Pinehearst, all the recruited villians, minus Hiro because I guess
they couldn't stand him either, are lined up in front of Mr Petrelli. Peter bursts through the door, and gets a huge shock when he sees Daddy up-and-well. Daddy hugs him and steals ALL his powers. That's what you get Peter, for not bringing your Oh-So-Absent-But-Still-Awesome brother along with you. And for beating him up before you came. And for putting him in the same tubey condition he saved you from. And for saying you were more special than him.


Hiro and Ando were off recruiting DesertIssac, and because it's Hiro, it's probably not worth talking about. Daphne meets Matt for the first time, who has left DesertIssac but taken the turtle along with him. She was supposed to recruit him but Daphne thinks he's a good man and tells him to stay away. She's kinda a good person also, because she doesn't agree with killing. Although she does leave Tracy and Nathan, even after Tracy calls out to her for help...
Tracy and Nathan went to see Milky-Webby Mohinder, thinking he could help them with their synthetic abilities. Instead, the good doctor drugs them, and keeps them hostage in his web of evil. I told you the Petrelli-household is saving on its bills!!

Claire and her heroic-non-power-adoptive mom are off trying save Claire's heroic-power-biological mom from one of the creepiest villians I've seen so far: Eric Doyle. Doyle is a puppeteer, a human-puppeteer who 'teers' humans. He catches all 3 women, and 'teers' them into a round of Russian Roulette. Not knowing Claire is regenerative, he has Sandra kill her daughter, only to have Claire heal and knock him out with.... something. I think it's kinda fake that a guy his size is so easily knocked cold.. but whatever man.

HRG who is very much absent this week, like Sylar, comes to take him away, and to offer Meredith a job at The Company. I'm guessing they haven't heard about Pinehearst, but all the better for us. I hate Pinehearst already. I hope Meredith stays alive in the coming weeks. She, Sandra and Claire make a good them. "One of us, one + one of them" could be the new company rule.
Man, I really hope it's not liquid-stupid in those tubes. I'd hate for Sylar to be "just like" Peter.

Desmond and Oh-MORE-Awesome Sylar.

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Nuff' said.






Aww!! Come on! as if I'd give up a chance to ramble on about how great Heroes was last night! (Well, two nights ago, but who's counting?)

*Heroes Season 3 Spoilers*

The episode last night (I'm not counting) was supremely awesome! I'm loving morally gray!Syler, and even more so when he leans towards the good!Syler side. And my word, do I love Cristine Rose, the actress who plays Angela Petrelli. Manipulative, scheming mother of the Petrelli brothers, and apparently, Syler.

From the first season when she was drunk!Angela, crazy woman who favored Nathan over Peter, to the manipulative head of The Company now... I've got to say I'm really falling in love with her.
First off, Cristine Rose is a superb actress, and she's made Angela to be a great morally gray character. And I think that Sylar protecting her from her crazy, stupid and should-die-now, youngest son Petey, is supremely awesome.
And HRG, well. I'm somewhat glad that he's still a jerk at heart. I swear, it's not that I love the morally-gray people, because on some level, they all are. But Sylar, HRG, and Mama Petrelli are really standing out for me.

Still... bad, bad HRG for trying to get rid of Syler. BAD. Just too bad I love you too much to want you to die.

And speaking bout bad, Adam Bad Monroe is bad... I mean, back. Sorry, that was my bad. (Shaymus: Oo! Bad joke Desmond. Bad joke. Desmond: Shut up and drink your decaf!)

And while 2 entries and a week ago I was complaining about him, I've gotta say he was great in last night's episode. He made the Hiro scenes bearable, and to a certain extent, enjoyable. Yea, yea, I'm disgusted by myself too.

I loved seeing Claire being a softie under the toughie exterior she's been putting up. Aww Claire, you're just like Uncle Syler, aren't you? You big ol' softie. Awww.

And her adopted-mummy-dearest was the toughest non-hero there ever was on the show.
And her birth-mummy-dearest was a good-enough tough-enough hero who became a victim on the show. (Yes, it's confusing, but watch the next episode, I hear it's good!)

Obviously our friendly-neighbourhood-snooze-fest-Mohinder was a bore. And it was kinda gross. Is he somehow manufacturing the sticky webs with his dead skin cells and chocolate milk? Seriously, like, eww. And I'm kinda sad Maya was stupid enough to be own-ed by him.

Still, this episode was a marked improvement from the previous ones. Everyone was more in-character, Syler, Angela and HRG stole the show, the major twists being laid out, and Peter was almost non-existent!! Now if we could get Mohinder and Hiro to be almost non-existent, that'd be great.

Desmond and the Tell-Tale Signs.

1.)When you realise you can't see the pretty pictures on your birthday cake through all those candles.

2.)When it's the same lift, and the same friends, and the same number of people, but with the addition of a distinct buzzing when you enter.

3a.)When you're laughing before the joke even happens in that movie.
b.) And when the disc of said-movie looks like it's been used as a spade at the beach.

4.) When you get friends to make space for your "new friend", Larry, who you insist is shy, invisible and light as a feather.

5.) When you take Larry for a cup of joe, and scream at the waitress, because she's so rude; "She didn't ask Larry what he wanted. She had it coming."

6.) When you have an "essay-shelter", where foolscap, books, and stationery are absolutely banned. Especially highlighters.

7.) When you start walloping people who use any of the following words: "He say", "She say", "I say".

And the Biggest Tell-Tale Sign of all.

8.) When you get Larry to make space for your new-new friend, Shaymus, who you insist is shy, invisible, and drinks only decaf.

Desmond and Oh-So-Awesome Sylar.

*major heroes season 3 spoiler.*

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To Mr Tim Kring,

Sylar has officially fought his way to the top of my favourite-heroes-character list.


When he first started out in Heroes-verse (which is Heroes-universe), I really loved him, because he was such a great villian, but I hated him because... well... he was such a great villian.


And now three years on, Sylar and Noah Bennett have really won me over. From the inner-struggle of "I love you both but you really need to die", to "PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE" and jumping like an uncontrollable fanboy when they come on screen... Mr Kring, I salute you. They are oh-so-awesome characters.

(Sylar abit more than Bennett..)

And here's why!! Last night on Heroes.... (it really isn't "last night" but it sounds so much better than "5 nights ago on Heroes") I got a glimpse of GOOD SYLER! (Edit: The scene was 4 years into the future. Bad Desmond, Bad, for forgetting to put that in. Because Present Syler is still, (awesomely), erm. inbetween. He's kinda still killing, but it's not really his fault. OHH Mr Kring, I love the moral greyness of the characters!!)

Honestly, We've seen good!Characters become evil!Characters over the course of this show, but never in a million years would I have expected the bad guys to turn good! Of cos Hiro could teach me a thing or 2, by time-swapping me a million years forward or backward, but we're not on good terms... so ain't happening. (Not in a million years.)

Good!Syler, or Gabriel Gray (his real name), is... OH-SO-AWESOME. "And your good Sylar-ken doll comes complete with the Bennet playhouse, mini Noah-ken doll, who is Sylar-ken doll's son, and Mr-Muggles-puppy-doll. And real waffles with maple syrup!!" (Edit: OH KRING!! Gabriel (Morally) Gray?? I should be rename this entry "Desmond and Oh-so-awesome Kring.")

The shockers keep coming!! Why is Sylar in the Bennet house? And why is his son named after Noah Bennett? And why do they get waffles and maple syrup without me!!! Well played Mr Kring, well played. You blind-sighted me. I'm looking forward to more of good!Syler and grown-up!Noah.

On the flip side Kring, I can't say the same for Hiro or Peter. They've fallen so far down my who's-it-List, they've made a hole at the bottom of my sheet. (I did say I wasn't on good terms with Hiro.) Seems like there's another formula at work. The stupidity and powerful one. The more powerful you are, the more stupid you become?? I'm going out on a limb now, but it sure seems the case!! (Edit: AHH. That's why it's not "Desmond and Oh-so-awesome Kring", because these characters kinda suck. No offense.)

But I think I'm wrong, because Sylar's powerful and he's not stupid. And so is immortal-vlogger Claire.

Oh I wish I knew Kring, I wish I do. Why are Hiro and Peter so stupid? And why is Matt in Africa? Why is Adam back?? And where is oh-so-awesome-also Elle?? And why why WHY is Mohinder still around?!!?

I promise to ponder over that if you promise to give me more Sylar, Noah, Claire, and Veronica-Elle-Mars screen time.

I hope we've got a deal.

Yours crazily,
Sylarrocks_lvl5 Fanboy.

PS: Oh! And more Niki/Jessica/Gina/Baba/Tracy whoever-she-is-now Ali Larter too please! Thank you.

Desmond and Shortbread.

I hate school, but I'm not in a tell-it-all mood now. So I'll just skip that part and go right on.

I love shortbread!!




Forgive me for the way I jumped right into that. Believe me, I tried alot of ways to ease that in, but sometimes... you've just gotta tell it all, just the way it is.

(Oh wait... what was I saying about some mood? Oh stink, I can't remember. It must be the breakdown of my brain from strenuous activities in school everyday.)

Anyways, I've loved shortbread since young. And yes, "since-young" has also been the age that I've started wondering why it's called 'bread' when it's really a biscuit! But you know the food-world... all the pretentious names for food. As if there are dogs in hotdogs, or tomatoes in tomato puree. (Incidently, check out this link about Celine Dion and Hotdogs.)

Not that I'm going to make shortbread, or expect anyone reading to, but I'm just gonna throw in 2 links to the recipes! Well, the first link was actually for the nice, pretty picture of the shortbread. Click the picture!

And this next one is because shortbread is commonly associated with Scotland and the UK, and so is the BBC! Ergo, I've placed the BBC recipe here too! (Ireland......)

And yes smarty-pants... I know there IS tomato in tomato puree.

Desmond and Blockbuster Whatever-day-it-is Movie.

Today feels strange. Nice strange.

It feels as if I'm holidaying in some country, and I've had a long day. And now, I'm in my hotel room, or resort, or (more likely) budget accomodation. Watching a blockbuster whatever-day-it-is movie. Sipping familiar coke from an unfamiliar coke can.

These are the times when you feel that strange, but nice, feeling. A concoction of sorts. Of the knowledge of the temporal, pseudo-reality that will fade in a couple of days (which you countdown to); mixed with the understanding that said reality hasn't arrived yet. Throw caution to the wind, for now.

I'll stay up late, because tomorrow I'm going to the countryside late in the day. The promise of a farm-life experience I'll never forget; that'll take two hours. Then I'll head to a local diner, for a taste of local food. I'll meet locals, and they'll smile and make merry talk of my foreign-ness. No one to know, no one who knows me.

But that's tomorrow.

Right now, I'll sit back on the couch, as I hear the sound of night play in my ears; in the background of a room that I'll know for but a few days. I'll recognise sounds of cars passing and sirens wailing that I don't recognise.

I'll feel the ridges on the sofa's fabric, my legs drawn up to my chest. Eyes on the screen; mind numbed by the activity of the day; heart falling desperately in love with the present, half-pining for the past, half-seeking for the future - a future that could be this. A future that should be, this.

I'll close my eyes, lean back and soak in the moment. This moment where my past, present and future become as fluid as the drink I hold. I'll feel it slip through my fingers, but I'm a willing participant in the spillage.




How sweet the sound of noise that I cannot understand. How much like silence is this noise.




Then I'll catch myself, snapped back into consciousness. Hotel room, blockbuster-whatever-day-it-is movie, coke can.

It's so late now. I thought it was still 10:01pm. I guess I was wrong. A few more hours to daybreak. I can't wait for the 2 hour farm-life experience, but right now... I wish daybreak could hold for awhile.

Desmond and the Mythbusters.

It's crazy crazy with all the crazy essays and the crazy readings, and if you're crazily wondering what this crazy person(me) is doing with the crazy repetitions, let me remind you crazy kids, because i've just crazily remembered it my-crazy-self, that my crazy blog name is 'repeatedly'.

So I guess I've the license to use the words over and over and over... oh shush, you get the point. -giggles uncontrollably to myself-

Sorry, what's that now? You want me to repeat that? Oh okay, you said, "redid that".

Yea, yea, I redid my blog.

Well not so much redid, but changed the template because everyone knows you have to change the diapers after it's been on too long.

Or is that really true?

K I don't know the answer, but don't panic. See my new favourite show (of the many which have just returned to the (american) world) is.... wait for it... MYTHBUSTERS!

Yea, it's crazy I know. Here's the lit student who knows zilch about science proclaiming to the world(wide-web) that he likes a show about science. To be fair, it's a show about science, about myths, which are like legends, which are stories, which is kinda ultimately like lit.

You should really check out the discovery channel, it's awesome. Deadliest Catch, Dirty Jobs... Starworld, it's time to hand over your star, because a new chanel has been discovered! Well, actually the star should have been handed over months ago, I've loved discovery for quite awhile now, honey(-star-world).

Mythbusters, you are like the legend-ary show of all shows!

Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman
Tory, Kari and Grant
And in keeping in line with lego-batman to the right... Lego Jamie and Adam.
Discovery Channel, everyday at 12noon, or at 5pm.

Track15.

"what do you read my lord?"
"words, words, words."

little snow globe
you hold little specks
of little hope

i take hold of you
hold-er of my
dreams, hold me

They take you away
A way for them
to bring away

They break you
Broken, from the whole
you were, at the break of dawn.

now there you lie
cracked, lying on the ground
the wounds don't lie

night falls
specks fall
fall fell fallen

"What do you read my lord?"
"Wor(thless), Words, Words."
track 15 repeat.

Desmond and the Cup.

First off, I would like to say I was so psyched to see Ireland on the cover of the Life section in the papers today!! WOOHOO IRELAND!

Okay, moment over. haha

Now, here's the entry that corresponds to the title.
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Desmond and 'Macksmugger'.

Macksmugger: (MEG-SH-MAH-GER) Refering to something terrible or overwhelming. As in "I hate school. It's machsmugger." OR "That guy is a real machsmugger."
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Under great stress, one creates new words to describe things. Because the crazy has to come out somewhere.

School has been kinda machsmugglish.

(: haha

I love writing.

Not the past-midnight-hour-crazy-rush-to-finish-my-assignment kinda writing.

And definitely not the waiting-to-be-graded writing.

Yep.

Definitely not the waiting-to-be-graded writing.
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I'm glad that september's here. All the dramas are back from hiatus!! Not to mention the new dramas coming up.

Better start picking out the ones I want to follow.

I'm psyched.

Desmond and the Valley by the Sea.

since i met You, DC Talk.

Desmond and The Re-Ronan-ing.

Man, it's been how long since I listened to Ronan Keating man. I remember his last album was such a let-down. Then I stopped listening.

Yea, so much for being a fan.

Listening to it now again makes me realise a few things. For one... some of his songs are cheesy. Second.. his voice really makes me reflective, or at the very least, very calm. Third, I really miss listening to Ronan Keating. haha...

keatingkeatingkeating.

You push yourself over the edge,
but my dear child,

what did you hope would happen?

the world isn't square, but it sure isn't
round either.

the blind-folded lady is hardly blind-folded.
her scales are tipped over;
the mighty sword smitten.

child, let it go.
Let stone and marble remain so,
let your green envy go.

your Sisyphean labour
is all in vain.
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Desmond and the Written Word.

what power lies in the written word?
if it shall be, that the pen is mightier than the sword,
then this pen has reached the end of it's worth.

if it shall be, that a picture is worth a thousand words,
then the frame might just as well be holding air

because this pair of eyes cannot comprehend what it sees before it.
every penned-phrase that takes the place of bloody battle
is washed white.

alas, white that's whiter than even snow.

word of man, word of man, you are disgraced, and denounced.
you lie in your latent form, powerless.
where is your sting?
where now the milk and honey?

you hold no sway over perception of the half-empty-full cup.

now, this house rests it's case:
No power lies in the written word.

Desmond and Okay.

Just feet away from her sister Maria's tiny white coffin, Shaohannah Chapman stood with her parents and listened as her daddy read a letter she wrote.

"I will see you soon, but not too soon. I hear the roads are made of solid gold and God waits for everyone. When you see that I'm coming, wait for me at the gate," he continued as Maria's pictures — smiling in huge sunglasses or sitting next to her birthday cake — flashed on two screens behind him.

Boy's plight remembered

The Saturday service, sometimes pierced by spontaneous laughter from the pews caused by funny Maria stories, also served as a reminder that another life, that of the teenage boy who drove the truck, has been shattered.

"I haven't always been a good brother," one of the Chapman boys said. "Just like my dad helped Maria, I hope I help my brother. … (God) healed Maria in a way we don't like, but he's going to heal (my brother) in a way we're going to like."

And then Chapman recalled how he tried to fight for his little girl in the hospital, how he told the doctors he needed to pray, he needed to save her.

"That's what you do as a dad," he said, his voice breaking up. And how he asked God for a sign to know that his daughter was OK, and the frustration when it didn't come. Not right away, he said. And then he found a card Maria painted but never finished. When he turned it around, it read "see."

"I heard her little voice and the voice of God," he said. "She said: 'See, dad, it's OK.' "

Full Article Here.

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It's so incredible to me, that You have so much grace and forgiveness for everyone. So incredible to me that You see us individually, instead of lumping us altogether. So incredible, that You can say, " it's okay child, the punishment of your sins have been paid for," even when we have given ourselves up as hopeless-cases.
Today, something reminded me of how 'practical' I am when it comes to You. How I cry out for Your presence, but take it for granted when You have so graciously given it to me.
"I could search for all eternity Lord, and find, there is none like You."

Desmond and the Idol 08' Finale.

Hahaha I know this is so ridiculous for a blog entry. but argh. Carrie Underwood is really really pretty and I'm kinda late for the idol finale bandwagon.. but here goes.

And in my opinion, one of the most enjoyable performance of the night. Michael Johns and Carly Smithson had so much chemistry. It was so fun to watch them.

Michael Johns.. way too early man. way too early. nice vest tho!!

Oh Carrie, even with the ridiculous scarf-cuff thing.

K, I have no patience to properly upload pictures, or to find them. Haha.. this will suffice. ARGH! Just like if you can sing, you can sing the telephone book and it'd be nice... If you look good with a stupid scarf-cuff thingy, you can look good in anything.

And one for David Cook, who sang a really nice song for his last night.. Dream Big. haha..

K enough already desmond!!
Up, up and away!!(:
e my Home.

Desmond, Jones, Wayne and Caspian.

It only dawned on me today that Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, The Dark Knight, and Prince Caspian are coming out this year!! And two of them within weeks of each other!!

Yes, I knew the movies were coming, but i didn't know, know, you know?

It is quite plain that I like Batman, like duh... But I have never said how much I liked Indiana Jones as a kid. I guess I forgot all bout him, until last year when I heard bout KotCS, and it sorta all came back to me.

Now... I did a fair bit of re-prioritising in terms of my favourite superhero, and I'm sad to say Batsy has been bumped to whatever number follows after Dr Jones. Hey! Indy's just way too cool to come after Batman.

And as a kid, I made my own whip, got my own Fedora hat (well, as fedorish as it could get,) and imagined myself as Indiana Jones' side kick, fighting evil nazi soldiers and the like, and piecing puzzles together. Then getting similar clothes to him, and not to mention swinging from one end of the stairs to the other. (PRETENDING to swing, by tying one end of my 'whip' to the railings, then running from side to side. ) Come on man, even the theme song is as timeless as the one from Starwars!

Yes, yes... I lived the Indy-high life.

And while I've never watched all the Indiana Jones' films, I've rewatched The Last Crusade so much I blew the tape. (k haha, i exaggerate, but you get the point.) Still, here's hoping that all 3 movies will be real good.

Don't let me down Jones, Wayne and Caspian!

Desmond and the Sayings.

Well. "There is a first time for everything."

(Oh my word. And it feels kinda strange to be typing a blog entry again after so long. )

I realised that this is the first time since I've started blogging (which is like eons ago,) that I've not blogged for an entire month. And just to clarify, I wasn't on the media fast. Altho I didn't do alot of things cos I kinda felt guilty blogging, and gaming, if there were others who couldn't.

Anyways, in keeping with the dishing out of sage-wise sayings.. here's one to end off.

.....

I can't phrase my story properly. Anyways it ends with "Monkey See, Monkey Do."

Well, Einstein did say, "Imagination is more important than knowledge." (Courtesy of Preacher from Morning service.)

And, you do know what they say about Imagination: "It's the best policy."

K. Fine. It's Honesty that's the best policy. And in lieu of that, the Einstien quote was courtesy of morning service AND google!!

Sayings are so fun! haha. (: night world.
(And I promise to blog better stuff than this heap of rubbish next time.)

Desmond and "I've Always Loved You".

I don’t know how to explain it
But I know the words would hardly do
Miracles and signs and wonders
Aren’t enough for Me to prove to you

Greater love has not a man
Than the one who gives his life to prove
That he would do anything
And that’s what I’m gonna do for you

Don’t you know I’ve always loved you
Even before there was time
Though you turn away
I tell you still
Don’t you know I’ve always loved you
And I always will

- I've Always Loved You, Third Day.

I know now, maybe not in it's fullest, but just more than I have known till now -- There is no one like You.

Desmond and the Westcoast Playground.

After believer's today we went to Mac's at Westcoast, and then we went to play at the playground. (like duh? hello?)

I've gotta say it was a whole lotta fun!! Even tho it was so dark and there was no real purpose, and it was just for awhile... But honestly, you have no idea how a dosage of childhood-nostalgia-blah can perk you up.

I think children play freely, only because they have no sense of time.. that one day they might have to grow up and have adult-responsibilities. But at the same time, there is an assurance at the back of their minds that they have time to spare. That they'll grow up someday.... but not today.

Haha, I can't believe believer's is ending soon. And I miss it already. Yea, I'm fickle-minded. (:
It's the fun I'll miss lah really. Haha, and even tho I dun have a picture to post, a few paragraphs will do lah. Afterall, they say, "A picture is worth a few paragraphs."

Plus I finished COD2 today, and I really really really liked it. Just appealed more to me compared to COD4, which was alot of fun too. But maybe cos I watched Band of Brothers and all the other war movies so I could relate more to the COD2 WWII era.

Fun FUN FUN! haha (: Oh well, good friday tmr! or today.
Up, up and AWAY! (:

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Maybe silly swivel-rides make me nauseous.

But maybe they make me happier than the world
that
sends
me
spinning
into
an unrecognisable heap of debris
lying in post-war ghost-towns .

Maybe I choose the giddiness of sitting high up in a rope-spiderweb
instead of
the shell-shock that grips me when the multitudes have
delivered their bombardment of stones.

I am battle-weary.
And maybe I need to be reinforced by
a Higher Order.

I need a victory; the wild joy of triumph.

I don't need to know the full extent of Your plans.
I just need to know You wouldn't send me without being there with me.

Maybe I rather'd You by my side.

You are my assurance in the fiercest of battles.
You are my comfort when I lie in my foxhole, beaten, trodden, and shivering.
You are the light of day when my eyes are blinded by darkest night, and I crave the relief of the morning.

I rather'd You by my side.
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Desmond and the Headache.

The last time I had so many bouts of headaches/migraines was in secondary school. Back then, it was at edge when I got healed of it.

Now a fresh new batch of headaches from Headache-land have arrived. Funny though, cos I dun remember sending an order for those. And you know how it is at Headache-land - they dun leave a Return-to-Owner address.

Actually it could be bullets and grenades in the WWII era, where I have been spending abit of my time recently. No kidding, flying shrapnel, explosions, and crazy comrades screaming questionable insults at the enemy, is kinda heavy on the mind. And the eyes.

And the ears.

Maybe that's the cause of the headaches.

hmmm.

I'm sorry Headache-land, for jumping to conclusions and tarnishing your reputation - because heartaches... I'm sorry, typo.... because headaches, are caused and not given.

(At least not given by Headache-land.)

Boy, I should really stop playing for a while. Haha.. ohwell.

Who do You say I am?

Desmond and Call of Duty.

I write in bottled emotions.
So tightly fitted on, so
Badly wedged inbetween.

Wanna is just a word.
Give it meaning!
In practicality.

Really.

But all's not lost
I say,
Will not a page turned, be a new beginning?
Go, find the strength to carry
On
Because My Lord is my Savior.
"You are my Redemption.
Already You have known my plea. You have

Made Provision."
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ARGH! I'm playing computer games now. How weird is that. And I dun mean flash games I play on my comp. I mean real ActiVision Games.

CALL OF DUTY!!! K no time to blog. Must. Play. Game. Must. Play.

Yea right. More like. Must. Sleep. Must. Slee.... zzzzzzzz.....

Desmond and the First Sorta Photoblog.

While they were at timor, we had our own fun with the guys' nights out, and with the Christmas Carnival. I just found it in my lazy-bum-self to upload the pics. (Also partly because my pictures aren't all that good. ) But I need a happy post, so, who cares... (:

The first time I ever went to Vivo was *DRUMROLL*

..19th Dec 07', Wednesday. (T'was a good day my man, a good day.)

Haha, it was also the first time I ate Carl's Junior™. Myword, I really stuffed myself that night. I rmb telling Elvin at work that I would starve myself for Carl's Junior­™, but I yaya papaya... I ate abit before Vivo. So I really had to force my food in.

Whatever fries this was. Haha, but seriously man. Solid stuff. haha. Man. I feel like a Carl's Junior™ NOW!!! ARGH!!

At the Crocs™ Store. Haha, we were all supposed to be at Vivo to shop, but only Ahtan left the place with his red(pink) crocs. (And almost 2 months on, after the many shopping trips, I still have no dark jeans or shoes which I wanted.)

Christmas Carnival:

The children's presentation.. Actually Jon, Joel, Jocelyn and a few others joined us for the adults one also. So fun lah. No pics for that tho.

Then we made our way up to the MPH for the carnival. Haha The next shot was a shot at being arty farty. You're supposed to see us in the reflection.

I failed. As you can tell. Haha, still Picasa™ makes for good coverups. hahaha..

Joel manning his soccer store. Just so you know, the youths sorta spearheaded this carnival, so we made all the boards and stuff by ourselves. haha... we thot we couldn't make it, seriously.

Plus we thot there would be no one at all. Cause the carnival was like 10 to 4. That's crazy lah. But look!!! There were so many ppl all the way thru!!


Afterawhile, we all started playing when we were supposed to be helping. haha Joash looks strangely like the guy on the board tho. Inspired by Joash.

Anyways, I'm losing my my own attention. Hahaha, photoblogs are really more difficult than I thot. (maybe it's cause you aren't supposed to talk so much after every picture.... HMMMM.) Haha.. So to sign off, here's wishing you a belated...

Ohwell. haha...

Desmond and Another 'Tomorrow'.

A song is breaking forth in my heart.
No words could describe what I feel,
but here I'll try:

For the times my shame swallowed all my faith,
Your grace caught me in its waters.
For the times my failure kept me hiding;
You found it in Your heart to lift me up again.

For the times my stubbornness
kept me bound me to my sin
Your persisting love abounds
greater than I could ever know.

And the world will know why I sing my song -
because You're the reason I face my tomorrows.

Desmond and the Failing Eyesight.

If tou do see amy typos, I kust wamt you to knoe it's causr' I can't see the krys on the keuboard. Everythinfs' a blur!!

...

Kay' so I'm full of nonsense.
Haha, argh.
I'm feeling kinda random today, so it's gonna be a random entry!

...

Chickens have legs.
dahdahDAH!

i intend to use my phone till it's really koyok.
dahdahDAH!

i'm off on wednesday!
dahdahDAH!

i dun have perfect vision and i actually have specs which i dun wear.
dahdahDAH!

i wanted to blog bout my failing eyesight but this is as much about it as i will blog.
dahdahDAH!

chickens have legs!
dahdahDAH!

so do ducks!
dahdahDAH!

YAY FOR PINEAPPLE TARTS!
tarttartTARTS!!!!

HAHAH. RANDOM. (:

Desmond and the Sticks, Stones and Words.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

How much I want that to be true. But it's hard, because words can deal a wound that goes beyond the superficial; wounds that last longer than stone-induced wounds could ever last.

Does it ever happen to you? Something that destroys your mood, after you've just had an awesome, awesome, service or God-experience?

Well, it happens to me.

BUT.

I know that the words You speak over me, hold greater weight than what anybody else could say.
I know that my heart could lay bruised and battered, but You would put the pieces back.

"Why so downcast O my soul? Put your hope in God."

(:
You're the reason why I can smile in times like this.
Thank You Lord, You're awesome.