Monday, December 31, 2007

i resolve to...

... be less annoyed and more amused.

... find more things to be amused about.

... care even less about stupid people.

... make sure there are fewer stupid people around to care about.

... be more understanding of the fact that since a rough 80% of people are idiots there will be some that cannot be cured and hence should just be accepted for the people they are.

... carve out an empire on a periodic basis.

... make sure that at least one of those empires is not on a piece of rigid cardboard marked out by little purple plastic men and elephants.

... get round to completing that self help series.

... more domineering in a way that makes me look like a leader.

... dupe more people into believing I'm funny.

... make MORE money.

... make said money hopefully off the stupid people I let off because they are simply being who they are.

... take pictures of ridiculous things to mock.

... mock things that I forget to take pictures off.

... lose another third of my weight.

... make that weight appear on a number of horribly underweight friends.

... be more arrogant in a self-assured way that is extremely off-putting yet impossible to resist.

... make wide sweeping statements about things I know nothing about because it will seem like I know a lot where I actually know mostly nothing.

... listen to more upbeat and horrendously misplaced music.

... sing along to the upbeat and horrendously misplaced music in a loud and off-key fashion.

... cause more harm to the people who seem to be begging for it.

... make fun of genitalia.

... either develop a chemical addiction to antihistamines or to find a cure for cancer, AIDS, or ugly.

... be even more amused at everything.

... prevent the conception of as many embryos as I can.

... disrupt as many social conventions as I can in a way that I will be free to be amused at the results.

... be comprehensively sound in my own sense of smug self-satisfaction all the while appearing to take "constructive criticism".

... mathematically prove that God does not hate fags, although smoking IS a very disgusting habit.

... finish all my math homework before attempting that mathematical proof.

... show that all religion is eville and people would save a lot of money buying me sandwiches.

... bring all the world to its knees by kicking everyone in the crotch.

... bring peace on Earth and goodwill to all men, and also women, but not children.

... talk about sex in front of children.

... be decisive.

... ignore a large majority of the above list, or not.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

swimming through soup...

Air is very thick
Swimming through soupy muck
Gills would be welcome

Haiku for the freshly home.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

scribbles vi...

scribbles v...

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

how to...

... Appear a Success: the Definitive Guide to Looking Like You Know What You're Doing and Having Fun at the Same Time.

  • Approach problems as if this is the gabablooey-jillionth time you've done it.
  • Even if you don't know what you're doing, mutter to yourself and nod your head like you do.
  • When faced with a situation in which you positively cannot sort out, pose the challenge to anyone nearby, under the pretext of looking for a second opinion because multiple input is the method all successful people use.
  • There are few worse things than bungling over something you DEFINITELY know how to do. In such an event, just start again as if nothing happened. If questioned, say the first time was a test run.
  • If competition, where you are the clear favourite to win, and you somehow lose, simply shrug and smile. You will appear to have conceded a loss due to you not putting in full effort, or if anything, come across as a very good sport, which ALWAYS makes you look like you've won so often that it doesn't really matter anyway.
  • Should a significant other pose a sticky situation due either to your own carelessness or personal hormonal state, you can do one of three things - ignore the problem, become a sopping idiot, or take firm control of the situation. Of these three, the last one best makes you appear on top. Unfortunately, whether or not firm control is the APPROPRIATE way to handle things is moot.
  • When it comes to pronouncing difficult foreign words (READ: French, Chinese Menus), there will come a time where you will make a mistake. To avoid the accompanying embarrassment following a correction, simply arch your eyebrow and nod sagely. It will appear as if you are either apologetic for the faux pas, or that the corrective party had passed some obscure/unknown test.
(to be continued...)

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

springtime...

... for Hitler and Germany, as the cheesy musical goes.

Spring, when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love.

Spring, the squiggly thing that obeys Young's Law.

Spring, the kind of roll they serve at very angmoh-ified Chinese restaurants.

Spring, the action with which you disarm a trap meant to either entangle your lower appendages or used as humour devices in the old Warner Brothers cartoons.

Spring, the onions I rarely ever know what to do with, also confused with shallots.

Spring, an emergence of subterranean water in a relatively constant manner and quality, often bottled to make overpriced tasteless beverages of a very French variety.

Spring, a vale from which I often get roast pork from and eat food in a marine mammal (read: Walrus) restaurant.

Spring, the time where the weather becomes fickle enough that it's too warm to be wearing full length pants but cold enough to freeze off your gonads.

Spring, when MY fancy turns to thoughts of a tiresome existence as a corporate lackey if I keep on this path I'm on.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

scribbles iv...

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

everybody knows...

... shit happens.

Taoism - if you understand shit, it isn't shit

Hinduism - this shit happened before

Confucianism - Confucius say "shit happens"

Buddhism - shit will happen to you again

Zen - what is the sound of shit happening?

Islam - if shit happens it is the will of Allah

Sikhism - leave our shit alone

Jehova's Witness - knock knock shit happens

Atheism - i don't believe this shit

Agnosticism - can you prove that shit happens?

Catholicism - if shit happens, you deserve it

Protestantism -shit happens, amen to that

Judaism - why does shit always happen to us?

Televangelism - send money or shit will happen to you

Rastafarianism - let's smoke this shit

Hare Krishna - shit happens rama rama

Nation of Islam - don't take no shit

New Age - visualize shit happening

Shintoism - you inherit the shit of your ancestors

Hedonism - i love it when shit happens

Satanism - sneppah tihs

Capitalism - this is MY shit

Feminism - men are shit

Existentialism - what is shit, anyway?

Scientology - if shit happens see Dianetics p.137

Mormonism - excrement happens (don't say shit)

Baptism - we'll wash the shit right off you

Mysticism - this is really weird shit

Voodoo - shit doesn't just happen, we made it happen

Mysticism - this is really weird shit

Disneyism - bad shit doesn't happen here

Communism - let's share the shit

Marxism - you have nothing to lose but your shit

Conspiracy theorism - THEY shit on us

Psycho-analysis - tell me about your shit

Darwinism - survival of the shittiest

Amish - modern shit is useless

Suicidal - i've had enough of this shit

Optimism - shit won't happen to me

Trekism - to boldly shit where no-one has shit before

Shakespearean - to shit or not to shit, that is the question

Descartes - i shit therefore i am

Freud - shit is a phallic symbol

Lawyers - for enough money, i can get you out of shit

Acupuncturist - hold still or this will hurt like shit

Dog - i just shit in your shoe

Cat - dogs are shit

Mouse - oh shit, a cat

Politically correct - internally processed, nutritionally-drained biological output happens

Einstein - shit is relative

Family gathering - relatives are shit

Materialism - whoever dies with the most shit wins

Vegetarianism - if it happens to shit, don't eat it

Fatalism - oh shit, it's going to happen

Environmentalism - shit is biodegradable

Americanism - who gives a shit?

Statistician - shit is 84.7% likely to happen

Hip-hop - motherfuck this shiznit, beeatch!

Tantrism - fuck this shit

Cynicism - we are all full of shit

Surrealism -fish happens

Wicca - you can make shit happen but shit will happen to you three times


-PyramidPosters.com

PyramidPosters are not responsible for shit happening.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

binary purge...

Just to purge the card of a few interesting shots.





Tuesday, August 28, 2007

inanimate...

When I was a kid, I used to feel this overwhelming empathy for the inanimate. It was pretty damn difficult for me to dispose of anything. The overriding thought that would plague any decision to get rid of clutter was, "wouldn't it be absolutely disappointing if you were thrown away and couldn't do anything about it?"

There are many built-in pieces in the family home. Many feature pieces of furniture sealed to the walls with caulk, bolted to the foundations. The idea of moving meant that we had to abandon the furniture. Wouldn't they feel sad?

Suppose it was one too many Enid Blyton books that did that, what with inanimate toys wreaking unholy vengeance upon each other because of laughably minor quibbles.

This was further compounded when my dog died. She was a right bitch, that dog. The noisiest, drooliest, unruliest incestuous mongrel I had the pleasure to know. The first twinge came when she bore a litter to her own bloody sire (which was incidentally a mongrel stray which was the cause of the extraneous litter from whence I had extracted her), which we then had to give away. Was so sad the puppies were gone. At the age of two, and on my exact 12th year, the bitch keeled over from some disease we never heard about from the drunken alcoholic vet. (Incidentally, it was from this point onwards I've had very bad vibes on my birthday)

That said, I've never had a significant amount of empathy for fellow sentient primates. I hold a blanketing disdain for humanity as a type, with only individuals holding my liking and interest enough that I do not give in to an inner urge to purge the species. The things I see and hear only give me the fuel with which to stoke that hatred: humans are most often the lowest common denominator in any given system.

Vitriol aside, the move to the Land South numbed this empathy for the inanimate. It seems that detachment from the physical also results from the detachment of the heart. After more than 10 years, by my reckoning, the family home is to be traded in for a newer and sexier model. And guess what? I can't wait.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

scribbles iii...

Monday, August 20, 2007

scribbles ii...

Monday, August 13, 2007

wash yo...

...mouth out with soap.

I ate a piece of soap by accident just now.

Ergh.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

scribbles i...



Wednesday, August 01, 2007

hollow shells...

The tech around me dies. Computer died, and was brought back to life, but only just barely. Now my extra hard disk is in a bloody coma. The data is there, but it doesn't register. On screen, it shows as an internal hard disk with exactly 0 capacity.

Anybody out there with a desktop who can help? Please? I have a lot of data inside that I just simply do not want to lose.

On another note, it has become apparent that a particular tutor is as offensive as you can get without being sued, I would assume, seeing as how he's a licensed lawyer and other crap. It's gonna be a bloody long semester, even longer if I can't get the hard disk working again.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

ex-obese-fatty...

The thing I hate more than being an ex-obese-fatty-McFatterson are stretch marks. The problem with spontaneous shrinking over a three month time span by a clean third is that your skin doesn't shrink along with it.

I also hate that I'm too lazy to cook and go out to eat but too hungry not to.

And I hate that at least one of my lecturers is now a confirmed nut job. At least the two obscenely over-enthusiastic ones are funny. In a sense.

I also hate Friday lectures, especially in concurrence with empty Thursdays and the lectures being only the two morning hours I could spend NOT waking up, or at least working for dough to pay for indulgences I should not have taken but have succumbed to anyway.

I also hate that I miss Magic-king sessions more often than I should.

I hate that my room is cold and heaters are an excessive way of solving the problem.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

first blood...

This semester will either be very interesting or a bleeding anus. Three quarters of my lecturers are insane, and the only one who isn't is some sort of over-enthusiastic weirdo. Wait. Make that two over-enthusiastic weirdos.

Heat and Mass Transfer lecturer is an over-enthusiastic balding guy with mutton chops and a drawling thick Chinese accent.

Material and Energy Balances lecturer told us to ignore our timetables and just go for classes at the random time they decided to schedule for us which leads into a fabulous clash of stuff.

Business Law lecturer is into taking liberties with students and student properties in illustrating points, which is very refreshing and at the same time disturbing, since he's a silver haired old man bouncing around in a manner best reserved for children and retards.

Introductory Marketing lecturer is a snooty middle aged fat guy, and his cohort is a bull dyke bent on offending every possible stereotype there is, as well as proving to be some sort of nut job.

Also, tutor for Business Law has a self-stated purpose of making us "bleed blood". Like, noooooo....

I'll probably drop out and pick up knitting.

Monday, July 09, 2007

ashes to ashes...

Got a reinstallation CD from the international corporation today in an attempt to revive a brain-dead machine. Doesn't work. Maybe now they'll send a surgeon to fix it.

Hardware failure is always more tragic than the death of the soft innards. I hope things get fixed before next week. I simply don't have the time or resources to get a replacement for now.

Damnation to hardware failures. Gargh.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

crashing and burning...

My lappie died. Up and died. All my files. Gone. All my photos. Gone. All my savegames. Gone.

I blame a giant multinational computer corporation for providing me screwy XP reinstallation disks. But at the very least I learnt reformatting.

Some old people scare me. Scare me in the sense that they give me a preview of what I'll be when I'm an old doddering verdigris-covered fixture.

For the next week and a half, I reckon I will be the observer of human crashing and burning, if nothing else.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

caught in headlights...

Monday, June 25, 2007

sandpaper underwear...

It's becoming progressively easier to annoy me recently. Only thing I can safely say is that I feel like I'm not getting the best use of my time, a large enough bang for my buck, the most snot for my tissue.

Irritable. Like wearing sandpaper underwear. I could kill someone.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

limitations...


We are limited only by our own imaginations. But we allow ourselves to be limited by our expectations.


Sometimes the crowd knows best. Most of the time, they're just eating crap.


There are more windows than there are doors. Sometimes, when you can't find a door, you just have to climb through the window.


There are far more raindrops that will fall on the ground than will ever fall on you.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

religion...

Interesting comments from the gay marriage thing. One recurring theme has to do with religion and the supposition that because an individual accepts the dogma as truth, it therefore universally applies to everyone else, regardless of the age, gender, experiences, ethnicity, or even sanity of each other individual.

I'll take the comment by Anonymous as an example:

Gay people just need help. And for them to be able to change and get back to the right path, gay marriages are never ever to be allowed! God created Adam(male), then He created Eve(female) to be his partner. Therefore, a man is to be with a female to be normal. if gay marriages are to be approved, what would the future look like? would u want your own children to ask u why is that man married to another man? would u tell your own children that it is normal?

From experience, this sort of assumption is quite common amongst the religiously oriented. This is given my experience and contact with people from the "Religions of the Book", namely Christians, Muslims, and Jews. Although they understand that the world does not necessarily agree with their views, at least for the most part, they also very often fail to convince people of the clarity and necessity of their arguments. More often than not, it's "because the Bible/Koran/Torah/Book of Totally Conflicting Statements says so."

Yes, yes, yes. It also says a lot of things, which you conviniently ignore too. Take in context of Anon's comment. Here, Anon states that "God" created "Adam" and "Eve". Fair and good, I will accept that statement as the basis of argument, since there really isn't anything else to go by. Anon goes on to say that for a man to be normal, he has to find a woman. The flaws in these arguments are already apparent: monks and nuns, both subscribing to a similar, if not the same, ideology are already relegated to "abnormal". Single people are also "abnormal", as are children, who for the most part are unmarried. In fact, the only normal people are the married ones.

While this is only one example, it serves to illustrate my increasing distrust of religion and the dogma attache. The above type debate is common to the layman, but it just disturbs me that the clergy are increasingly relying on circular logic to perpetrate "truths", and the condimentary religious rites and rituals. Plenty of things symbolize a hell lot of other things, which unfortunately means nothing since half the congregation understands zilch about it anyway.
Especially since religious people have no practical concept of the thing called faith.

Ultimately, I have noticed a pattern:

Religion is the ultimate pyramid scheme. Get people to give you money for some intangible and unlikely reward, and the penalty for discontinuing your frequent flyer card is hell.

And to take a note from Anon, don't we all need a little help anyway?

Thursday, May 17, 2007

gay marriage...

Helping a friend research the topic for her essay. And since it's an opinion piece, I thought I'd get the few readers I have here to have their say.

Now, the focus of the topic is LEGALIZING gay marriage. I appreciate that many of you will have reservations on the morality of it, and feel free to voice those reservations, based on whatever REASONING you might have on either side of the argument. Also note, for those uncomfortable with leaving a name with their opinion (oh come on, nobody's gonna crucify you...) there is the option of posting annonymously.

Now, give my friend a hand, will you?

Thursday, May 10, 2007

shampoo...

'Twas a perfect-ish day. The night before was an utter delight, spent in splendiferous company, a soiree for two. Relaxed and refreshing, marking something of note. The morning after, brisk walking through the just opening shops, after parting ways for the day. Provisions all gathered after a very light skip through the mall. The train was delayed a bit, but uplifting muzak blew away any annoyance. The fortune of timeliness struck, with a bus pulling in just as the train chugged into the station. Getting out with an almost-prance, hopping onto the bus and getting a nice door seat. Halfway to home base, the perfect-ish day was blown to bits.

I left the shampoo on the train.

Monday, April 30, 2007

three word game...

Guess the place.

work; display; december

card; drunk; swiss

bar; cuba; surgical

incense; below; japanese

secret; gift; slacks

spontaneous; red; broke

front; pipe; green

sale; three; sheep

disc; potatoes; boys

scent; glass; self

path; train; rain

room; flux; left

Answers to come.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

washing up...

Was there ever a question you couldn't bring yourself to ask? Was there ever something that you couldn't bring yourself to say? Was there something you couldn't answer even if it slapped you in the face?

Finishing the last bit of assignment questions is like that; it's too easy to ask someone for help, but too difficult you can't finish it, and the answer's probably staring you in the face.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

absolut...

I'm confusing. But it doesn't matter. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right. There are no absolutes, because if there were, strawberry shortcake would always be too expensive, and always taste too good, even if you'd never have tried it. You'd never have enough money, because there is a too much. Everything difficult and distasteful would be good for you, even if it killed you.

Nobody understands. Not even those who say they try. They say my arrogance will be my downfall one day. Perhaps I am. But ultimately, humility is the largest arrogance of all. Maybe I do forget what I say, maybe I'm convinced that I'm infallible. Maybe is all there is. There are no absolutes.

If one day I do fail as they say I will, I hope they will be there to see it kill me. See as I crumple on the sidewalk. It will be only too sweet for them to see that ultimately, it will all make sense as they notice that I am once again right, even when I was wrong.

There are no absolutes. And that said, that strawberry shortcake is STILL too fattening for you.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

apath...

Looks like it really is difficult to care anymore. Gilbert O'Sullivan had it right. Alone again, naturally.

I think I have a new obsession. Dom Hot Hungarian Salami. Bought half a kilo. Gone through most of it already.

If you understand the following words, you are socially dead. Yay! Future Sight on Saturday with a nice entree of FNM on Friday!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

seven...

Seven is the number of perfection.

Week seven is the week of the return to a perfect hell: people pay to get in and suffer innumerable mental and physical tortures, all in exchange for a scrap of parchment to mount on the wall. I'd sooner mount "something" else.

'Tis time to go back into the depths of the inferno. Dante should go fuck himself.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

one fifth...

...of a century egg. Maybe just the yolk.

I don't know what I can say about my Friday. I noticed that most things were closed. Geeze, don't they know that public holidays are the BEST times to keep a business open? At any rate, it shouldn't really matter, since nothing was planned.

I was almost half expecting a surprise of sorts this year. Except that I shouldn't. Nothing shocking, nothing particularly memorable about this year. Like the whole mostly insignificant and ridiculous history of my life. Only notable thing was a stranger on the street singing happy birthday.


Indeed, fittingly, getting older this time seems to be no cause celebre.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

bad taste...

Everything I put in my mouth today tastes foul.

The yoghurt tasted rancid, but it was not.

The ham tasted like nickels.

The peach tasted roughly like compost.

The water had the aftertaste of a bad tupperware-microwave accident.

I haven't dared try to fry an egg or even open the juice.

Precursor for the weekend? I hope not.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

dos décadas...

Only one week before I'm relegated to the pile of dusty, dessicated, husks.

Maybe in lieu of being young, I can act like the immature monstrosity that I am, which, judging by the mirror's opinion, I have achieved in a most stellar fashion.

Maybe I should pick up a foreign language, just so I can say this:

Hablar acerca de mi vida muy rara y en su mayor parte no existente del sexo es muy relleno de alma. Como obtener un enema de moco hirviente de nariz.

Even the grammar and context are thrown totally out of whack. I bet them crazy tequila-marinated Argentinians are having a field day, with a digusting array of snorts and glomps over my linguistic kerfuffle.

I think all I really want is the spiffy lappie I configured so love-rley. Or something. I booster box would be nice, too.

Or mebbe it's one more year I should spend in quiet contemplation on how I failed to achieve any of the objectives I set last year.

Monday, March 19, 2007

two faced...

Humility is the worst possible form of arrogance a person can partake.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

leashed...

A great follower listens, then does what he's been told.

A great leader listens, then does exactly what he wants.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

sheep-ify...

Today I had the funniest thought. Then I realized it wasn't so much funny than it was dangerously ironic. But the important part is, I forgot what the thought was about.

Nobody cares, of course. Nobody cares about the stray thinker in a flock of ovines. Nobody cares that the black fleece doesn't quite match with the monotonous dirty white of the others. If he was dirty, nobody would notice; dirt doesn't show up as well.

It was once observed that a whole flock of sheep flung themselves off a cliff after they saw one of their own accidentally fall over. If everyone threw themselves off a cliff, would you?

The black sheep likewise wanted to follow. But he wasn't one to fling himself off a cliff. No, no. If he was going to follow popular sentiment, he would at least do it his way. Instead, he took a convenient rocky outcropping leading down. Where he found a pile of unprocessed mutton. Feeling confused, the black sheep went off to join the cows.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

regrettary...

All the regret you can put in a sea will be worth less than a wisp of the same vapour if you cannot make salt out of it.

Don't tell me you're sorry and that you'll change. I'd believe you, I'd most delightfully believe you. Except I don't.

Don't tell me you regret it. You don't. If you're gonna make a show, make it a good one. Make it a big production with the bright lights and flouncy costumes, with a grand 300 piece orchestra, ready for a packed audience, with the only one you're out to convince not buying it at all.

Indeed, you don't owe me anything. Unless you took it from me, and it wasn't a gift. I understand if you don't know the value of things and time borrowed. Nothing and everything ever belongs to us. What is mine is mine and it isn't, all at once. If you understand that, you know the only difference in your returning it ultimately lies with whether or not I'll find you worth my effort noticing.

If the idea is too much, don't strain yourself. You're only worth so much to me as you try to be.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

mars and venus...

Men are from Mars...
Women are from Venus...
They have vaginas...
And I have a penis...
From personal experience, I can say, that sometimes, we aren't all that different after all.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

trumped...

I set me up an automated system. Should be able to scratch together a bundle by year's end. Or somewhat. That new lappie looks well within reach.

I'm constantly being foiled by absolutely obscene eating habits. Not one of my meals so far can account for being non-fat-inducing. Either shape up, or ship out. In other words, if I can't find one that fits in the category, I just skip it entirely. On a related note, it's SOOOO difficult to induce an eating disorder.

Strange how I end up being everybody's replacement boyfriend. It's not like I'm hawt or even funny, or even particularly sensitive or caring.

What's it feel like to finish an assignment The moment you hear about it (assuming that the moment you hear about it isn't the moment it's due)? Total absolute PWNAGE!!!

I have a cash fetish.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

quitter...

I don't think I've ever really been a quitter. It's hard to quit when you rarely ever begin anything. That said, I don't think I've stopped much once I started walking.

This particular jungle path is proving a bit more than I enjoy. Uni again is getting sickening. This whole year ahead just looks mortifyingly like something I would subject myself to in the depths of one of the few depressed modes I've gotten into the past few cycles.

Don't like the prospect of using up time away from class to do things I'd best forget outside of academia. Don't like the prospect of having to repeat anything well before I've begun.

We don't start with zero. We start with one. And some of us like to do stupid things and take on four at once.

No, I'm no quitter. I'll at least live through this year, and maybe trudge through the next, then leap off the final one ablaze.

Whoever said university was to be the best years of your life must have had some really shit life to begin with.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

sunrise...

It's like that song from Fiddler on the Roof.


Sunrise, sunset;
sunrise, sunset...

The sun rises early. Summer months are still hanging around, but the bar's closing.

Been so bloody depressed recently. A lot of things are saying. If I didn't leave the old place, if nothing had changed, if I didn't give in to a weakness. It's like a karmic rebalance, like there's no way you can have bad luck forever. And no way you can be happy without being sad.

Again I worry if I'll ever see home again. It shouldn't matter, because it doesn't. But already in my innermost of voices, it's whispering that there will most likely not be another sunrise on the things I've waved goodbye to.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

mirrors...

So I'm here. And tomorrow is another trudging back to campus to begin a year of pointless mugging. Except I won't. I only do assignments and shit and sometimes attend lectures.

My room has mirrors. All across the wall containing the built-in robes. It freaks me out, mostly because it's not a single mirror, it's many many mirror tiles kinda like the ones on Darien's stair landing. Freaky. I'll patch the thing up later with black sugar paper. So one wall is gonna be totally goth.

I find I miss inanimate objects more than I miss people. Yesterday, I found a brand new white turtleneck in my stuff I left behind. I almost cried for the neglect I inflicted on it. Yes, my dear. One day when I'm not so hideously fat, I will wear you. And wear you I will. One day, when I'm not so fugly that I'll further break the mirrors on the wall that already freak me out, I'll wear all of you poor ignored clothes. And you will be glad that after such a long wait, you will finally grace the form of something less resembling an overripe fruit.

I'm feeling terribly alone. Is that what 4-month-long holidays do to you? Maybe they do. Or perhaps it's the idea I'll never see a lot of things again. If that's so, I don't know how well I'll take death.

Friday, February 16, 2007

i hate...

... me.

Whee.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

since i've been gone...

It's hard to notice someone's missing when they're never around, yes?

Sounds kinda like my social life.

Anyhoo, a short pictoral display with suitable accompanying notations should serve to explain lots.

First, or last, loh sang of the year for the cousin who's Norway bound. Have fun, Jee.


Six thousand feet into the air. My feet lay about half a foot away from the opposite wall. Small room, to be told.


Indeed, the very air of the building lent itself to very Silent Hill type situations.


But the rest of the weekend was a bout of senseless thrill seeking.




Hard to get sophic about getting sunburnt from trying to maximize a 51 buck all-park ticket. Or wax lyrical about being fat. Hooh.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

housekeeping...

Job's gonna end in a week. 4 more working days to go. So I'll have something to do, I think I'm gonna redo the links.

Drop a comment if you'd like me to link you. To existing link-ees, please ALSO leave a comment so it won't be a bitch for me to re-link you. I always start from scratch.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

envy...

Hello all ultra-feminists.

A reminder that there's no such things as gender equality.

Crying foul for apparent unequal job and social oppurtunities and throwing a hissy fit if some bloke doesn't pick up the cheque or hold the door open for you is kind of a bad way to prove a point. Even worse if you get all bitchy if he DOES pay the cheque and hold the door open.

You are not the equal of a penis bearer. You do not produce sperm or even semen for that matter. Unlike you, we rarely, if ever, bleed monthly.

Not to say of the superiority of either, but look at it this way. Having a penis does not guarantee a promotion. Indeed, it's a bit harder to seduce the very hetero-boss (they usually are, but who knows?) with a piece of man-flesh. There is no such thing as a too small clitoris. Admittedly, much ado has been made over the size of breasts, but then again, large man-boobs are generally undesirable.

Then there's multiple orgasms, and nicer bathrooms.
Being able to write your name in the snow is kinda great, but remember that temperate climates account for less than 30% of the populated areas in the world (statistics are entirely made up for brevity and lack of effort). But I don't think the incidences of having stuff falling or clamping on your collective urethras happen very often (believe me, some nasty things just seem to seek out penises).

For super-mega-uber-dykes out there still burning bras, give me a moment. Some psychologists call it penis envy. While I'll have to say a penis is a great thing to have, I'm not sure why you would be envious of it. You can't technically be called a wanker if you have no wang to pull. Repeatedly. In varying styles. And there's still that whole laundry list of dangerous things that could happen to a penis (which I will not elaborate on here).

Still want "equal" rights? Sure. When the first man to produce something the size of a watermelon out of the end of his penis starts demanding the right to act like a total bitch once every 30 or so days because "it's that time of the month". Or when two blokes making out become "hot" to the general populace. Or at least when they start giving us toilets with sofas and a widescreen TV that causes unimaginable lines especially at lunch hour. And multiple orgasms.

Till then, be satisfied that it's still illegal to beat a woman if you have a penis even lightly, while it's perfectly understandable that she fling dangerous items at you while hurling slander in your face. Or how the mother always gets custody (people should just NOT get married I'm telling you), and maternity leave makes sense (where a paternal break is also called Father's Day, where you spend the day amusing your children like a trained monkey).

Remember ladies, having a vagina is not a disability. At least not technically.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

hobo...

Never figured out where the word hobo came from anyway.

About a month and a bit before I go back and become a hobo. Sitting on the street in crap clothes with a cheap plastic bag full of life's possessions; whiskey flask, broken toothbrush, 27 cents in foreign exchange, an album of shiny but otherwise worthless cards (can be used to flash stun pigeons for lunch, though) and the collections of a snapped sanity.

If that should ever happen, I hope I will still have the sanity to at least kill myself first.

Or I could always just continue the househunt. Could always just, eh?

There's nothing doing with falling out of bed. Not this morning anyway. I was rudely awakened by the noise of someone hogging the bathroom.

Friday, January 12, 2007

racist...

Nowhere is not racist.

The degree of severity of a racist action depends on who did the deed. Also important is the average social standing of that person. Like it's perfectly fine for two people of African descent to call each other nigger, even though neither might even be from Niger. Or whatever.

What's truly unacceptable is that an entity of much greater standing, say a government, or even a company, takes on a preferrential stand. While I'm not much for protecting the weak, what with all that culling the weak and survival of the fittest-ness, there's a thing to be said for these "guardian institutions". Those who can't adapt quick enough are probably not going to be worth very much, not at the rate they're going.

In fact, the only time a system should discriminate is over something you can change, like criminal status and maybe gender (harharhar.), but short of acid vat dipping and doing an MJ, you basically can't change the colour of your skin. And even then under that there's the whole genetic pool thing.

The only discrimnation I approve of, of course, is one that outrageously favours me.

Affirmative action is for pussies.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

the year of the gnu...

And lo, the wildebeest hence strode forthe. And doth it spake.

"Mayest all ye peoples of the bounteous earth, or at least those surrounding this land where troddeth hence the most fascintating Lord Jin. Acknowledgeth thou that at least thou diedeth not in a brilliant flashing of nuclear-apocalyptic fashion. Harken to the lessons thou should'th have learneth in thine past solar cycle."

And lo, the wildebeest stepped down from the podium to put on orthopedic supportive sandals, and strodeth forth again.

"Hearken. Listen thee to the resolutions the most witty Lord Jin. For the forthcoming cycle, his Jin-ness has commanded hence:

  • An utmost high level of sexual attractiveness for no reason comprehensible to humankind except for what has been decreed - just because it is to be funnier that way.
  • Wealth abounding to at least more than what is currently held.
  • To findeth a welcoming land where those who beset his visage doth clean their plates after dinner, not leaveth sustenance sitting putrid in the sink, and take their laundry down proptly. Or at least have a drier.
  • Much brilliance in a measurable sense, as is able to be recorded in the annals of a large educational institution. Mostly because the abstract is difficult for most stupid people to comprehend. And stupid people annoy the Jin.
  • Learn a deadly art to counteract the problem expressed in verses past.

And the wildebeest spake.

"It has been spoken the cycle past. And it has been noted in full thine reachings of thine speech. And it is found lacking. Thou has not fixated a number of early characters in thine educational notes. Thou has not held up to thine matching of perfection of the shallow and vapid kind. Thou has broken another of thine bindings which thou shalt not repeat here for being found out and that would be utmostly embarassing."

That done, the legendarily boring Jin came out from behind and smacketh the great wildebeest on the back of the head and flung the twitching corpse into the audience, which, while shocked, were hungry and obviously not brought up in what is to be considered comely manners. That much at least was evident when they set up kebab stalls to sell bits of carcinogenic charred wildebeest carcass.

"Welcome to the Gnu Year."