>> Thursday, 25 March 2010

First Unhappiness

I could've slammed the phone whabaaam! but that's not my style.

I could also have replied all sorts of vulgarities (do not underestimate the super pea) but that's not my style either

So all I could do is to curse under my breath and decide not to bother the person.

And I've never been so angry with one person, not even with my family. If I do get angry (what, I get angry?) I forget. Okay so I don't forget everything but I remember to forget. So it never bothers me.

But THIS. OMGWTF I FEEL SO ANNOYED AND INSULTED. If you have that many credits, fine. Spend it your way. Prank call the ambulance or 999, call Win Zee up and pretend to be Jason Mraz, whatever, I don't care. Even if Jason Mraz calls me. (If only he does, sigh.) But seriously to spend that cent and seconds and finger exercise on insulting me?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY?!

Thank you YC for listening to (or rather reading) my quizzical rants in caps. You are very smart. My friends are smart :)


Second Unhappiness
I submitted my documents to NUS today via Pos Laju and wtf it cost me RM26.40 that's 5.28 hours of my work and more expensive than other courier services OMG! but wtf EARNING MONEY RIGHT NOW IS NOT MY TOP PRIORITY.

I know I'm Scrooge and everything, but I am NOT money-minded.


Third Unhappiness
When I'm unhappy my teeth gets itchy (unhappiness nerve links to teeth nerve). Hence I look for things to munch on. I found a tin of Jacobs Hi-Iron cream crackers and I am was munching on thousands of calories shit.

Tomorrow I will be blaming myself until I worth nothing. Actually I'm already feeling rather VERY guilty now :(


Fourth Unhappiness
The weather is super hot right now. Mosquitoes are biting me.


Fifth Unhappiness
To think I'll be free of this thing call sales target after that sort of dreaded promotion period. Oh so wrong.

To be reminded everyday feels like this:

Except that I'm not a sponge/polystyrene to absorb and forget the shock; nor am I a stone/invincible plastic that reflects back the arrow.

I hatehatehate sales target.
  1. It's the source of all things FAT (stress leads to unhappiness which leads to eating which leads to FAT)
  2. It the source of all things BRAT and I don't like to be a brat FOR GOD'S SAKE I'M NOT 7-YEARS-OLD.
 It overwhelms me. I feel like I'm underneath so many invisible unknown things that seem weightless to everybody else. Sometimes I think to myself, whether I'm ready to actually accept these 21-SX adult stuff.

And that day we (they) went on lessons on Long Jing green tea. Since I'm not working full-time so it's natural I do not take part. At the end of the lesson since they had 15 minutes more to spare I was given the chance to "perform" the tea art and though I understand that to be appreciated is impossible I am still hurt by how sincere the way they show it (of not appreciating me) :(

I would've rolled my eyes and muttered, "Adults," but I can't. Because I am becoming one too.

Is this the reason that adults are adults, because they are treated this way when they were still young?

Why does everyone transition to adulthood so smoothly like the evolution of caterpillar to butterfly?

Everybody else's growth (death phase = Alzheimer's etc)
My growth

I am waiting for that moment for me to moult.


Sixth Unhappiness

I stare too much at the computer screen, my sight has definitely declined.

I have to wake up at like 7+ tomorrow and it's 1.04am right now I'm still here blogging witnessing the ballooning of my tummy.

If only I can float up to the air when my tummy has ballooned to a certain size. (Please don't make it burst.)

I miss the feel of the wind on my face.



>> Thursday, 11 March 2010

Q: I'm snacking too much on CNY cookies/raisins/nuts/whatever I can get my hands on hoooow I don't wanna get faaat :(

A: Jogging. Tomorrow morning. MUST.


Q: I am procrastinating on my scholarship essay/application/university application/sleeping hoooow :(

A: Get this T-shirt to save you from giving excuses by mouth so as to save energy.




>> Monday, 8 March 2010

I just munched on too much raisins, now too much raisins are swimming in the HCl in my stomach.

They bloop!


And meanwhile, as these raisins-fishes bloop,

I am stalking one of my DJ friends, whom I was once very close with.

My classmate who seemed to be the coolest quietest guy in class is in a very awkward relationship LOL! So awkward, your expression spells "wth?"

My junior who again changed girlfriend 3 weeks and few days ago told me (all?) about the love between them both. Ahem PDA!

I spent last night listening to someone else's story and sometwo else's imagination.

38 laa hahaha.


And raisin-fishes population is still growing steadily in HCl. Boom-and-bust population happening soon.


When there are no customers I tend to think. (Amazing what the Super Pea can do, eh?) Often I think of life, people, relationships between people, future, past, present. Often the thoughts come in the form of question marks that fade away just as quickly as it appears.

There are two kinds of smiles: a false one; and a genuine one.

Just like smiles, there are two kinds of trusts: the trust towards a stranger / someone you barely know; and the trust towards someone you know, perhaps even dearly.

I wonder, when you get older, do both the latter becomes more difficult to harbour?


Yes. Overpopulation of raisin-fishes in HCl. This proves Biology Vol. 2 by Lee Ching published by Longman right.

I feel like puking *&%$^%$

Tomorrow I gotta wake up at 7 do my share of chores have breakfast take a quick shower prepare my lunch runnn to the bus stand by 8.15am and here I am at 1.19am blogging away.

I feel so guilty right now cuz the 4/5 full once-alive raisin-fishes in the container are now swimming in the congested HCl in the stomach pouch.


Bloopish pukish.


Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium

>> Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Never dismiss this movie as childish or hollow stuff.

When you see a glass of water filled just half, how do you see it: half-full or half-empty?

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium compares both the dull, monotonous life many of us lead, and a life filled with magic and hope we all crave for. Or, not exactly hope; it is about faith.

It is a very simple movie, of the fate of a magical toy store just before and after Mr. Magorium (Dustin Hoffman) dies departs. (He is not a light bulb.) The store manager, Molly Mahoney (Natalie Portman) is a talented pianist and a budding composer who desperately needs the *sparkle*. Henry Weston, the mutant/accountant, is an epitome of all laymen - us who (no longer) believes in, but in need of, magic in our lives.

It makes you think of the way you currently view life. Is it really as bad as it seems? Is this doomsday? Is there no future?

Because all we need is a little bit of magic, a little bit of *sparkle*, and a whole lot of faith.

"There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?" -- Mr. Magorium


  © Blogger template Simple n' Sweet by Ourblogtemplates.com 2009

Back to TOP