ThunderStorm

I just love all the little Sheldon expressions. << Warning: Pics are from season 4. >>

Yes, it feels darn good whenever I get their jokes. Even better when I know who Stan Lee  Adam West is, after watching the old Batman TV reruns years back. It was lame, but great for random giggles if you like comic book  graphic novel "wham-bam-pow" word splashes. And just to clarify, Marvel is to DC as the Avengers is to the Justice League. So please stop saying that all the comic book superheroes live in the same universe. I'm torn between the two universes. (Don't ask me about the Infinite Crisis thing, because I have no idea what it's about, but I'm inclined to think that there are parallel universes and the villain intended to destroy the original universe to wipe out the existence of the rest or something to that extent.) But who cares about all that? Sheldon rocks. Sure, he may be a pain in the arse, but he can be like an innocent, adorable grown-up child sometimes. How his family puts up with him is beyond me. Raj snatches his lima beans ba...

Ugh. What a bad day. It took 20 min for 1 Si Bei Slow bus to show up while 3 rounds of other buses drove past. I mentally pictured those drivers mockingly waving at me as they passed by. It turned out that certain bus services were affected by the F1 race, which is a waste of taxpayers' money and a health hazard, imo. Thanks but no thanks. In a Mr. Bean sort of predicament, I was in a rush for an appointment, only to be hindered by survey people and large people who walked very slowly and took up half the walkway and also walked in twos . Later on, something happened which I'd rather not talk about. (High five, Jimbo.) But it really casts doubt on my ability to make friends. Not that I had any (ability) in the first place. (Looks like Sheldon and I share something in common. Raj and I would make great friends because we wouldn't have to talk about anything and can just sit in comfortable silence.) The up side of the day was that I got to drink a Melayan triple di...

For the past week, I've been feeling this urgent need to clean up my house. It's been weighing down my heart for a long time actually, because I can be an obsessive organised freak sometimes. Let's just say that whenever I see a mess, my brain twitches, and it stresses me out. Considering that I live in a dump, it's a wonder how I survived all these years. Perhaps turning my brain switch off and not giving a damn was my defence mechanism. Not that I haven't tried anything to solve the problem, but clearing out the junk is an impossible task. Firstly, it's like Hydra - you cut off one head and nine more grow out, or something. Secondly, it's like opening Pandora's box - you'll never know what you'll find inside. Maybe live roaches, lizards and an assortment of insects and decomposers. Dead ones if you're lucky. Not to mention the smell. I've seen generations of creatures come and go that I can guess who's who in the house food c...