Van Tango

Jealousy. Why do a person turn into a green-eyed monster? It's simply because one is yearning for whatever that is lacking which is existent on the other side. Most of the time, it brings serious repercussions and makes one change into the 'evil' character. Sadness might also befall sometimes. To make matters worse, Anger might control and grabs the soul by the throat. With time, one should be able to take the bitter pill and see the positive side of everything. It's all bread and butter in a journey called Life.
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HAHAHA!!! Bossa Nova is good for your health. Happened to think about this melodious type of genre lately and played some tracks of it. Though I don't support the Brazilian national team, their music history is very rich in culture. When you think about bossanova..you think of the greats like Astrud Gilberto, Antonio Carlos Jobim and Joao Gilberto. At the present moment, Bebel Gilberto is taking over the tradition. She has the voice of an angel in my opinion. Me favs from her collection are 'Tanto Tempo', 'Jabuticaba' and the flawless 'Aganju'. Even a mainstream pop artiste like Emma Bunton ventured into the bossanova line from her second album. Just take a hear on 'Crickets Sing For Anamaria' and 'Tomorrow'. But then, that album was not really in the spotlight...maybe coz the mainstream lovers are not used to these sounds.


Anyone encountered a 'Ned Flanders' once or twice before? Maybe a dozen times?? Ahhh....good old Ned Flanders is the friendly neighbour of Homer's. Most of the time, Homer always try to avoid him because he is deemed a 'boring' person. It also applies to reality. You go to a new school or work environment and you are aquainted with Mr X or Miss G. They are the nice, kind-hearted, no stuck-up opinions, no airs, good natured types of people. But you don't seem to click very well with them. Miss G found out that you are her type of 'best buddy material' and will cling on you every time, everyday. Mr X asks whether he can have lunch with you from now on because he has been eating alone all this while. OK, you being the polite guy/gal has no qualms about it. Then you found out that you prefer to hang out with other groups of people later on as weeks go by. Somehow these 'Ned Flanders' seem to appear from nowhere and insists on spending time with you..maybe asking you to join in activities that you are totally uninterested in. "Maybe, some other time?". Yeah, next time will come before you know it. On one hand, breaking their hearts by telling them to not bother you again sounds extremely cruel but there comes a point where you have to tell it straight to their face. Sad but true.


It's very interesting see that women loves to have a large collection of shoes...large meaning 30-50 and maybe more. They love shoes like men loves having Chris Jericho's arms and Edge's abdominals. Logically, there are about 30 days per month. Are they going to be wearing a certain pair of shoes for 1 or 2 days in a month? Ain't too sure about this mentality of getting a big dosage of shoes during shopping trips. Ahh well..maybe it's a biological thingy. As long as it makes them happy... just like when guys look in the mirror and saw shades of Batista's body shape.

Speaking of which, some girls love bodybuilding routines. Those hardcore regime types. And dudes who are fascinated by beauty and skin care products. As usual, unpleasant comments are inevitable. "Samaire, you're a girl...you might lose that feminine side if you keep doing your gym workouts. Are you sure you want bulging muscles? Can you find a husband then??"; "Hey Winson, did you forget to put on your concealer today? I thought you are Mr Vain? Besides facials, why not try body wrapping too?". Don't be disheartened by them. They don't own your life.

Darn it, feel like dancing now. Anyone into cool trance, house, etc?
Now listening to : Modjo - Lady (Hear Me Tonight). Think that song came out in 2000. Pure class.

(We'll make it up to you..In the year 2000...) <--Now this is a Silverchair song. Where the hell did that CD disappear to?