Archive for September 10th, 2007

The sad thing about people who write well.

Sep 10, 2007 in Curse-spouter

*This a post of sweeping statements. Be warned.*

I keep seeing this across-the-board message that screams through the lines of other people's rants about straying husbands, lying politicians, and monstrous mother-in-laws. Or lawless policemen, penny-sucking businessmen, and pretty young things with unbelievable lengths of legs. Its this sad, pathetic and unfortunate view of our earth and these group of people, they're all complaining about the same thing,

'The world sucks, my life sucks, you suck, he sucks, she sucks, the building sucks, the toilet sucks, coffee sucks, damn it the whole damn world sucks and here am I writing about it, and damn it you know its true because I can articulate the whole thing and you know it that everything I say is accurately true. Because I can write, therefore I'm right.'

It's sad because talent that can be used to deliberate on the brighter side of things, IMHO, is now used to repeatedly drum into oneself the hopelessness of being a citizen of earth, of being a part of life. Aish.

Now because I believe I'm one of you who also writes rather well (I a bit perasan, can or not?), I have to say this reflection of myself in the huge mirror called the Internet and the community called the Blogosphere freaks the shit out of me. What the hell are we doing, constantly brainwashing ourselves into a circling torture-room of hopelessness. The irony is this, while we acknowledge that we've got this talent to express our feelings and our thoughts in ways that other people want to say, we're stuck inside that comfort zone of expressiveness, and hardly move from there. We talk a lot and then we turn all these expressions of thoughts into circles of endless rantings, and then after a while, instead of doing something that is contributive, we turn into the old witch down the downtrodden road that's now sitting grumpily in her rundown shack, complaining about cobwebs, cockroaches and rotten wooden rocking chairs, and doing quite nothing to change the pathetic situation of things.

The results are obvious: Bush ends up thinking that the Apec summit is the Opec summit, and still remains the President, and we're looking at a generation of misfit leaders across the globe that are surely guiding our beloved Planet Earth to doom. Must this era be The Book of Revelation coming into the present? Come on lah, surely there's more to all of this than sitting behind our state-of-the-art computer pads and complaining the last breaths out of our fatigued brains?

There has to be more to life than all of this.

Back with a vengeance.

Sep 10, 2007 in Life-logger

The last three words of the title above was deliberately put in for effect.

These things happened last week:

I nearly died in the middle of the sea last week. Because I can't quite remember the details of the events I'll be hanging around for a bit checking out from my fellow comrades on board the speedboat, and then maybe later I'll come back to see what had exactly happened.

Made it to last night's LP Rally to have my mouth locked into an awestruck gap. OMG LP110 you so rock man, I so so so so so love your moves! (wait a minute did I reveal anything there?)

We were talking about THE DRESS this morning and were wondering just how much it would cost if we chose not to go for studio shot, but instead decided to just get the dress and have our photos shot on the the big day itself. Research, research…

A little bit random. I've got photos to post, ah ha! But wait, lemme go sieve through my archives for a bit.

Oi damn, I'm so thoroughly broke, it's ridiculous.

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