Desmond and Ireland(Original Version).

Hello World. You know how things can sometimes be so surreal? Like being told life is about being in a teacup--which is insane--and then finally having it happen to you at the carnival, beside your neice, and her screaming friends? Teacup rides are real my friend, teacup rides are very real.

And so are experiences. Real, and surreal. Like finally being in Ireland. Yes, I'm here, and it feels strange to know that how ever I've seen it before in photographic replica is true to that which is replicated. Cows, horses along the roads. Fields, and plains, and nice rusted fences. Ireland has not let me down visually. The only inconsistency I've noticed is the weather. I'm told we came in a good, and rare, week where the sun is up and shining.

Which is a decent take on life. Sun, up and shining; Life, in a teacup.

Irish Fun Fact #1: The Irish thank their bus driver when getting off the bus.

Desmond and the Easing Back.

It's been a while, World. And even now, it seems a little rude to have disturbed the peaceful non-existence that has repeatedly.blogspot.com for the past few weeks. But I thought I should write, because I feel obligated to this blog. Nearly six years and counting.

A lot changes in six years. Heck, a lot changes in a month. And a lot will change in less than a fortnight's time. But for now, I'll just leave that till it comes. Take it easy on me, I'm easing back into writing: blogger style.

Here's the premature goodnight: Sweet dreams, World.

Desmond and the Ad.

Alrighto world, here's a little advertisement (for the three of you who still visit this blog). My friend has opened a blogshop selling polo tees and dress shirts for guys. Which makes roughly half the population of the world their demographic. So if you are part of that Half, or know someone from that Half, you should take note. Shop sells imported tees, from brands like Ralph Lauren and Lacoste. I say, I don't know much bout brands, but take a look anyway!

www.eurekavenue.blogspot.com

Desmond and the Post World Cup Finals (Lesser Words Ver.)

World Cup Season is over, pretty quickly too. Wherever did time go?!
EPL starts in 4 weeks (I think). Do I intend to watch/keep up? I don't quite know.
But that's a big step up from "heck, no!"

Desmond and the Post World Cup Finals.

There you have it. The Picture with four words that speaks a thousand words. I can't believe I watched the entire match, except for that few minutes during which the goal was scored. (No one coerced me into spectator-ship). Of course I feel like going on a whine-fest about how I missed the goal, but when I consider how sucky the Dutch must be feeling right now, I thank God for an innate tendency to compare myself with others. Which, in this instance, works to my benefit.

I was rooting for the Orange uniforms of the Netherlands--and that might be a little more literal than you think--so I was a little bummed that they lost. But I'm glad that it was to Spain, because these Spaniards have never won the World Cup, and frankly, I'm an underdog person. Glad to see a new winner of the Cup as opposed to the usual suspects.

What a great World Cup of insane matches and upsets. I'll catch You in 4 years' time.

Desmond and the Pre-World Cup Finals.

It's about three hours to the finals between Spain and Netherlands, and I'm seated on my bed, feeling an odd mix of excitement and nonchalance. But I think I'm going to do this -- I'm going to catch the Finals!!

Or at least try to stay up till the opening minute. We'll see! :)

Desmond and the Chart.

Mostly true.

Desmond and the Summer Hiatus.

Alright, I'll admit it. Blogger is boring me. And not because it's boring per se -- it's because I'm incredibly and amazingly lazy, and my whole blogging process is actually more laborious than it seems. My, my. The photo-surfing alone required to supplement blog entries is insane. And since it is neither Christmas nor December, the incentive (and the search words to use) dips to nearly zero.

Not kidding.

So what does this mean? Might this be my unceremonious bow out to the world of Blogger? Nah. It just means: check back in a few weeks time if you actually still read my blog. I've been very honored to have had your readership.

Now, I ask you to look past my seeming arrogance in the following paragraph, because I don't actually think my blog sits up there with AGTs. But I've thought of a clever sentence that requires the use of the well-known AGT-phrase, and since this entry is an epic-end-of-sorts, I'm throwing out all my clever, in the hopes that I might entertain for one last time. "Going out with a bang", as they say.

So here goes said-arrogant paragraph: My blog, as with All Good Things (AGT), must come to a summer hiatus, and return three months later, renewed for another season by The Powers That Be, (in this case, Me). Of course in Blogger world, as with the Network world, you never know what could happen. It might be cancelled for good, or be released on DVD. Who really knows?

So till then, I love you World, you've been great. See you in a bit!

Slothfully,
Desmond.
(For the record, that photo? Took a few hours. I've lost my touch.)

Desmond and the Playlist That Stopped Working Again.

So playlist has stopped working, and apparently so has Keating's marriage.

ARGH. WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAPPEN TO ME!?

(Not entirely certain what the seperation is about, but I've got to say, I kinda feel he's a jerk right now. Of course, it doesn't concern me, so I'll just shut it for now. Happy weekend, World!)

Desmond and the Man Like That.

I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. BECAUSE PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF.
PLAYLIST WORKS AGAIN!

It's been nearly seven months since playlist crashed, and that is a long time. One forgets so much in seven months: the shirt and pants he wore on the 14th of September; the crazy finger guns inspired by a desperate need to sleep; the songs that shaped the many nights of blogging -- seven months is a long time.

I didn't remove my playlist from then, even when it crashed, because I'm a man of faith like that. Or at least, was, for the first week. After that, I left my playlist because I'm a man of sloth like that. But these things don't matter, because Man is insignificant like that. In the end, faith or sloth, or persistence, really did pay off.

I'm going to leave my songs in the playlist as they were for awhile, because I'm sentimental like that. Not forgetting slothful, and really really desperate for sleep. Some things never change.

(This Individual acknowledges the picture doesn't correspond to the blog. But he wasn't lying when he said he was desperate for sleep, and photo-surfing isn't as quick as it seems. He would like to prepare you for more of such incongruent photo-blogging.)

Desmond and the Excuses.

I know I should have blogged a long time ago when my exams actually ended, but I also should have bought a carton of milk days ago, and I haven't. Such is the cruelty of laziness. Or if you (I) prefer, the practicality of the world. You see, my urge to blog was sky-high during my exams because I needed to distract myself from studying, and still seem to be doing 'something'. Of course, now that the papers have been served and returned, I am seperated from Exams, albeit just temporarily.

But the practicality of the situation still persists. With my seperation from Exams, I no longer need the occasional blog entry as an excuse to stop studying. I can just stop, excuse-less.

You may judge me, and I may judge me, and my study buddies may judge me (that is, Mr Walrus-with-a-penguin's-body; amongst other ones I drew in a bid to waste more time not-studying)... but I only have this to say: "Excuse me, Exams are out. Let the sleep begin."

(This Individual means his words. Especially the plea to "let sleep begin". He feels he has weeks of naps and sleeps to catch up on.)

Desmond and the Happy Page, Rehired.

The Happy Pages are back in business, and I would have posted a picture, if it wasn't for my poor Canon baby coinking out on me. Back to studying. (Edit: Thank you for stepping up Webcam. HEE!)

Today's study buddy: Mr Walrus With the Penguin's Body.

Desmond and the Happy Page.

Actually, it's more like Desmond and the Happy Man, because this Happy Man has no more use for his Happy Pages (at least until the next essay writing season). Looks like they won't be happy no more.

And so it is with the fakest possible tone I can manage that I say, "Exams, here we come".

(This Individual is trying to get back into his blogger groove. Give him a little time, and he'll give you his appreciation. And maybe a hug.)

Desmond and "Keating For The Win".

What I want to know, is how he stays looking so fresh when he's in the desert. I mean, seriously? It's a desert. And ohmyword, nice watch.

I've forgotten how happy listening to Ronan Keating makes me. I mean, granted, there's mixed reviews on this particular cover he did, but I like it. In complete honesty (and I've said this before), Keating is not a great singer. I'm not even sure he's a good performer, since I've never seen him. But it's just something about his music and that raspy tone that pulls me back into some window in time. A window I'm not even sure I can identify with certainty.

But nostalgia kinda works like that doesn't it. Never just a specific moment or emotion.
Keating for the win.

Desmond and the Re-desi.... Come On. This Is Hardly Redesign.

"YES, I AM THAT NAIVE AS TO THINK A RE-DESIGN WOULD HELP ME BLOG MORE OFTEN. WE'LL SEE."

Desmond and the EPL.

I should really be working, but NEWCASTLE is back in the Premier League! Yippee!

Desmond and the April Fool's.

I realised I have been reduced to blogging about holidays (even the lesser ones), but such is the reality of blogdom: bloggers must get bored and give up blogging for months at a time. And their (non-)readers must be subjected to boring, and unimportant filler.

So here's the obligatory well-wishes for today: Happy April Fool's!
(Good Friday and Easter are coming up really soon. Just saying.)

Desmond and Lá Fhéile Pádraig .

Today is St Paddy's Day, and it, as with all things Irish, pleases me very much so. Sure, so I'm not normally Irish, but on St Patrick's Day everyone is! And because I don't drink beer, I'm breaking out me green tea cartons.

I wish I were in Ireland now!
Happy St Patrick's Day everyone!

And then I'm back to my work. :(

Desmond and the AI Time of Year.

It comes the time of year again, when Idol drives me into lending some random American contestant my support for approximately three months. Of course, on occasion the obsession support carries on beyond the run of the show -- Carrie Underwood, and Michael John, hello? -- and the hope is to find someone like that to root for in this season.

This year, two contestants stole my heart: Lee Dewyze, whose deep, warm and gravelly voice first made me a fan in Hollywood week (in just 15 seconds); and Siobhan Magnus, who is as quirky as I like, with an awesome Irish name to boot.

The best in the competition? I'm not sure -- Lee kinda wrecked Chasing Cars a little. Still, I like liking the ones who don't have the biggest fan base, but are pretty good nonetheless. (In other words, down with Andrew and Didi!)

Run my dark horses. Run!