is my tumblarity level: the greatest blogging gimmick ever. Sorry to have kept you guys waiting.
Wednesday
Went out with the ‘Pastry Chef’ and endured the toils of the feminine productivity buster: shopping. It was at this point that I realized all the fashion shows my sister forced me into watching paid off. Ate quite a bit of food here and there. This day also proved that I had psionic abilities. This was proven when “”“”“”“people”“”“”“” who we talk about appear and MRT doors magically opening even after closing by me screaming in falsetto that the world is going to end if the doors don’t open.
Thursday
Brother came back to Singapore. Talked to a friend who had Post Os Syndrome (POS) and turns out that many other Singaporeans out there have this disorder. They are known as POSsums. But it’s a bit weird considering that they are all Not Usually That Stupid (NUTS), I would’nt worry about the O Levels if I were NUTS. Psionic abilities persisted. This time on bus doors.
Friday
Went to the Zoo. Saw a lot of sweaty creatures who lived in enclosures all their lives who were taught what and how to think. Oh yea, and there were animals too.
Footnotes:
While out with the ‘pastry chef’, I thought of something that would greatly help all guys around the world: a waiting room in all clothing departments for guys waiting for girls.
It would probably consist of a pinball machine, a vending machine, some food and a television. I deserve a friking nobel peace prize. Imagine all the guys that I will save from ending up in mental asylums with those rooms instead of sulking about.
Also, for you guys/girls/gays/new-urban-‘male’ s out there, here is a guide on becoming popular:
- adopt an African child
- get a pet chihuahua
- get a gay best friend (no problem for anyone who wears new urban male)
- be eco-friendly
- and my personal favourite: adopt a gay african chihuahua that bio-degrades.
Move to Los Angeles and you will become a celebrity.
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When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep - not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
— Anonymous (perhaps the busiest writer ever)
Was skimming through Yahoo and there was this research that mentions how ones picture on Facebook determines the persons personality. Really? Is that really important? I guess it is true since, nowadays, ‘personality’ is another word for ‘looks’ and how much money and statu someone has. I mean, it’s a little bit funny how people are still getting more interested in finding ‘true love’ when divorce is becoming a natural choice. It’s a lot like how governments around the world ban cigarette adverts while the zenith of advertising goes towards alcoholic beverages, the same drinks that destroys lives when taken irresponsibly. What makes it more sad is how these problems are avoidable. Yea, I just lost my train of thought.
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Hey, if you’re optimistic, don’t bother reading this post. People keep asking me: “Hey, are you alright?” or “Whats wrong?” or “Whats the time?” and I say to them the same thing all the time: “Same time as it was this time yesterday” and “I’m fine”. So there, stop asking me. Please?
Anyway, I should’nt deviate from the topic at hand for this post which is as follows: Reasons to look at life, sigh and wonder why things are that way. In a very bitter way.
- Christmas songs
- New Urban Male
- Parents reading your messages. In front of you
- Famine
- Emo influenced ‘punk’ “‘songs’” (more like noise actually)
- People who think their opinion is the only one that matters
- People who pretend to not care but do so because they really do (but I don’t give a damn anyway)
- Teenagers over dependence on technology
- The last Oreo
- Optimistic people
- People who learn ONE song on the guitar and act as though they rock
- ERP
- GST
- Too many acronyms
- The Singapore education system and it’s competitiveness: the slowest suicide of the soul
- New Urban Male (had to place this twice)
- Countries that spend money on wars and not the poor
- Being late
- Being early
- Overplayed songs
- J-pop
- K-pop
- LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ-pop
- Popcorn that you find on yourself, waaaay after a movie
- Terrible movies (Snakes on a Plane and most of the Scary Movies, I mean, seriously?)
- Finding your zip undone, once you reach home
- Losing your keys
- Child molesters
- Human trafficking
- Traffic
- The Red Light that only comes when you’re late
- Dry humour
- American spelling. In fact, American ‘english’
- Coincidentally going the exact same way as the person in front of you, freaking he/she out
Yea, and the list goes on and on. Pretty boring post, but I am bored. So that’s what you get. Hey, no one’s forcing you to read any of this and if you did read this far, you must have been bored enough to read this post. I bet most people must have stopped reading by this portion, so I’ll put random stuff no one would read. Fish tree in the sink is growing wheels to fly back to Mars where pizza is the best. Therefore, playstations should X-box 360 out of here to meet nintendo to have a cup of tea over mushrooms that shoots rainbows when you whisper to it the secret word: Alabama. Hence, the moral of the story is to end it. I hate life.
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Just got back from work. This time, I did something different: washing dishes, the very chore I avoid at home has come back to haunt me. Anyway, after doing what I did, I gained a deeper understanding on restaurant cleanliness (and you won’t like it).
Washing the dishes in the kitchen with some Chinese Radio station playing pop songs was as irritating as Americans and their unending thirst for being recognized as a unique individual through intentionally controversial opinions that they argue by speaking louder just to make them feel that other people give a damn about them (sorry to those who don’t but people scrutinize the bad more. and I am a people). But I got used to it and they at least played one English song.
If it’s any consolation, the ‘colder’ staff warmed up. But that does not escape the fact that the more human ones are leaving. Sooner or later, I’ll end up with soul-less robots as colleagues. Well, might as well get used to it now. Hell, society is turning into a giant soul-less robot already.
In other news, my sister is in Hong Kong, my mom is in the States, my brother is in Jakarta, my dad is in Singapore and I am wishing that I was anywhere else at any other time during the late 1700s. In other words, the usual.
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is exactly what I’m going through right now. Sheer boredom with a pinch of cynicism and here I am at the brink of sanity. Just got back from helping Kids Camp at church and I already feel old. At least I got a part-time job waiting tables. Working everyday except for Sundays and Mondays: the two days I hate the most. Well, better busy than dead. I can proudly say with sarcasm that I’m enjoying life right now. Keeping things short for this post. Man, I feel like a lethargic White Stripes or Nirvana song right now.
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Heres a little ‘sonnet’ I thought of in the shower:
Walking home, sunshine all around
cease to please me, I look down
Never been this busy yet so bored
With all this time to afford
My mind is happy while my heart is sad
Wishing I was not born this mad
If I could change anything for this day
What else my friend, could I say
I would exchange all my sunny afternoons
For a night with the stars and the moon
Beyond where dreams are not afar
Joining the ranks with the stars
As they shine brightly, lighting the way
For people stuck in Sunny days.
- Be more proficient in Malay.
- Learn a respectable amount of French.
- Get a job.
- Go urban exploring (pretty hard to do so here in Singapore).
- Go exploring.
- Expand my guitar-ism.
- Get better at the ukulele.
- Learn another musical instrument.
- Write more.
- Read more.
- Sleep more.
- Exercise more (lose that 10 kilos I gained from ‘exam-stress’).
- Eat less.
- Get published in a magazine (although that’s already going to happen. Thanks Gen).
- Band of Brothers Marathon.
- Star Wars Marathon.
- Run a real marathon.
- Put lyrics to my damn tunes on the guitar.
- Get more people to read all of this crap in this ‘blog’
So there you have it; now that it is written, I would most likely not do any of them. I’m a sucker for planning. As for the last point, I doubt that would ever be fulfilled considering the fact that many people think this blog is dead. Anywhos, I got to go.
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