Showing posts with label Dear John. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear John. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2011

Planet Jedward?


These two are supposed to be the hottest twin singing sensation to hit Ireland... Yep... they represented the land of gold and small people in green tights in the latest edition of EUROVISON held in Germany... :)

Saturday, April 23, 2011

DOTA Addicts

Do you mind? I'm working here. running wild in my head, this sentence tries to drown out the shouts and jeers of the weirdly enthusiastic DOTA players of the Cafe I'm blogging in.
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Who are they anyway?

The insecure boyfriend of an amazingly gorgeous girl.
The geek whose only life is in the black box called the PC.
The overage man whose only way to get back his lost but not forgotten youth is the game.

Behind every DOTA addict's tired, eyebagged face is a boy, a man, lost - insecure... in need of love. of attention.... so with that...

i choose to smile and understand...

this is not a room filled with happy people... it's a room of sad sad boys whose only future it seems is at the end of every kill.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Spotlight on Mario



Is he cute?
Regardless, you can never take away from this half German half Thai wonder the fact that he is one of the most talented actors out there...

May he be kissing a boy or crooning a girl in his up beat and solid performances in Love of Siam and A Crazy Little Thing Called Love, for sure, he wows not just by his smoldering good looks but with his acting chops which rival even those who have been in the business 10 times longer than he has.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

A response to Nicholas Sparks' Dear John




there are things yet seen...
these are paintings of an artist's brush...

there stories yet to be told...
at the tip of the lonely writer's pen...

there is a melody yet heard...
settled upon the composer's sheets...

there is a love yet relished...
waiting for the deserving to claim it...

there is a woman alone...
waiting for you to just come home...

there is a man at the edge...
hoping you wait...

there is a world of questionable sanity...
inkling to transform

transform the woman alone and the man on the edge so the love may be relished and the story be told, that the melody be heard and the truth be seen... a truth that may hurt and sting... yet truth by all means... in verity it stands.

but the sands of time will always drain and we turn over the vessel and we begin a new leap...

Dear John.