Best closing lines

Higgins: No, your place is away from here. In freedom. If you stay, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, but one day you can only break my heart. If you go you’ll have your whole life ahead, and I’ll have this time to treasure. 

Jennifer: But I care for you.

Higgins: And I- love you. So you see, for me, (they kiss) for me my darling, you must go. 

(Jennifer gets into the Island Hoppers helicopter and flies away)

Magnum: You know Higgins, that was a bit of alright.

Higgins: Don’t hand me that wretched understatement. I was bloody marvellous. 

Story of a Bum

Wake up

Half Life

Eat

Half Life and Eat

Bathe

Dress

Leave

Eat

Talk Shit

Travel back

Half Life

Bathe 

Half Life

Sleep

 

But it’s all over now!

Ten things you probably do not care about

1. The 7-Eleven at Ladphrao Soi 23 in Bangkok, Thailand does not sell Oreo cookies, but in fact sells a knock off called ที่อยู่ค which tastes about the same.

 

2. The white half moon that you see at the base of your fingernail is called lunalae. It is a small pocket of air.

 

3. If you rapidly clicked a critter in the Warcraft games, it would explode with a squeal. 

 

4. “All these things that I’ve done” by the Killers is a great song to be put into a movie soundtrack. It was in fact featured in the film Southland Tales.

 

5. The film “Layer Cake” uses Gill Sans in all its on screen text appearances. 

 

6. Shia Labeouf of Transformer and Disturbia fame drives a Nissan Maxima. 

 

7. Installing all the games in the Orange Box take 12599mb of space. That’s 12 gigabytes.

 

8. At 2.54am on April 19th 2008, it was raining heavily in the Serangoon area of Singapore.

 

9. The King of Spades is the biblical King David, The King of Hearts is Charlemagne, Diamonds is Julius Caesar and The King of Clubs is Alexander the Great. 

 

10. I used to have a mouse during secondary school days named Boo.

Arguing for Coco Lopez as Coco Lopez

Contrary to popular belief, the Piña Colada is a white drink, not a yellow one. It’s got to be creamy, not clear. Another tradition that I personally do not see followed much is the addition of crushed pineapple to the mix. 

Here’s what I see most of the time: canned pineapple juice mixed with Malibu Caribbean coconut flavoured white rum- on ice. Here’s what I say: that’s cutting corners.

You really should mix pineapple, pineapple juice, coconut cream as well as the white rum of your choosing (Malibu included) in a blender and blend until smooth. That is a real Piña Colada.

 

The way he told a Lie

It was very believable- how he shook his head slowly, the same way you would if you didn’t want to be reminded of the past; how he looked off into the distance, the same way you would if you were lost in the memories of that said past.

He started, stopped, took a drag from the cigarette in his hand. He started again, and looked me in the eyes as he did so, then looked away and gave that head another slow shake, and that cigarette another drag. 

I leaned with my chin upon my palm, my elbow upon the table. It was an old coffee shop table, plywood laminated with a wood grain imprinted plastic veneer, quite curious really, because what lay beneath that veneer was wood anyway. 

In a way I suppose we can compare the man smoking before me with the table we are sharing. He is a human on the inside, making himself look like a human on the outside- with a mask, or veneer, if you will. But being trained to lie like he does, to live a life based on deceiving people, you wonder if he is truly human on the inside.

It was very believable- the twitch of the lip, the ruffling of hair, the exhaling of hesitant breath, all to make it seem like upset him to answer my question. Anyone else would have believed him, but not me.

Liar.

Take it out, load it up, let’s roll

I tell you the truth, before that moment I had never thought of killing someone. I had never went through the process in my mind- choosing and preparing the weapon of choice, finding an opportunity when the mark is alone in a private environment, making the kill, exiting undetected and destroying all evidence.

It had never crossed my mind- the consequences of my actions, the price, both moral and spiritual, of such an act, and the people it would affect.

All that mattered was that one moment when I take justice- and a life- into my own two human hands.

Things.

An empty can of beer,

a pair of black boots,

a 2 week old unwashed cup,

a silver dagger,

a bottle of Baileys,

a memory of someone,

a stack of textbooks,

and most recently, an imposter-

are not supposed to be here in this place right now.

Oh how we dream of days long gone

And I say again, time travel is impossible.

It was said once by a powerful wizard, that Time is like a river, and traveling through it is like climbing out of the river at the point you are at, running along to another point and getting in again. But nobody knows how far outside of the river equals how far in the river. And nobody knows the way to climbing out of the river. Is it through an abandoned cupboard in a forgotten building? Or by means of a 30th century vehicle? I believe we shall never know.

I have stood at Columbus’ side as he discovered the New World, feasted at the tables of Babylon. I have witnessed, first hand, as they razed Troy to the ground. I have opened doors to realms of fire, to cities in the sky, to lands where the dead rule the night. I have crossed oceans on the backs of Leviathans, and traversed the skies with nothing but my wits about me. I have seen everything there is to see, but I have not seen anyone, or anything, like you.

I will live another eternity wishing that I could travel an eternity back to spend this moment again in your presence.