let's have bizzare celebrations

i think we all should celebrate leap year's day instead of normal shit like new year's day or valentine's. it's 4 times as rare so it's 4 times better. what's the point in celebrating something that comes every year?

happy 29th february everyone! although there's only 10 mins left of it... but it's ok, the next one is only in 4 years.

i'm not sorry

every night while waiting to sleep i'll think of wonderful and interesting blog ideas and then midway through i'll fall asleep. when i wake up in the morning, i can't remember the ideas anymore.

that's why i have nothing to say.

parasite

i think we belong to the most lazy and over-privileged generation ever. there's nothing for us to worry about. no lack of food, money, shelter, no wars or diseases, nothing. our lives are as perfectly peaceful and uneventful as you could wish it to be, but ironically it gives us so much more to worry about.

we do not have to worry about the 'trivial' survival issues that our parents and endless forefathers had to worry about like food and money, so we ponder about 'greater' issues such as existantialism and other nonsense that we weren't programmed to think about.

in the past, the most problematic issue was probably how to earn more money to support their families, which is fine enough since it the solution is rather obtainable. they were happy once that was solved. now we idiots think about teenage romance, the meaning of life, all sorts of shit that have no real answer or solution and probably no real purpose as well. in the end we get very stressed and unhappy, all over nothing.

see the difference? they had solutions and we have nothing. we are the cause of our own downfall. all the socio-economic development was supposed to help us, not kill us. maybe people in the past would prefer to remain poor if they found out the shit they were going to face next.

and this is a wonderful example of a lazy and over-privileged person of this generation thinking about issues that have no purpose at all. i am a waste of space. i think earth would be a whole lot less crowded and problematic if idiots like myself (and you) were not around. we just consume and pollute without giving anything back. we are lazy and over-privileged parasites of the earth.

crash die

"since the government introduced a moratorium on culling in 1995, the number of elephants rose from about 8,000 to over 20,000, compelling the government to consider culling to halt their unsustainable population growth in game parks."
- yahoo

i always thought there's a dire shortage of elephants on earth, so why would they want to kill excess elephants? they could always donate the poor animals to other african countries in need of greater variety in their wildlife. oh, but think of all the ivory they're gonna miss out on...

anyway i think i shall get a single-seater motorvehicle when i do actually come round to it because i don't wanna be liable for the deaths of anyone. i do think it is rather easy to die while riding on pillion, like falling asleep and falling off etc, even if the rider is not at fault. i think i'd probably jump into traffic if that happens.

and it also gives me the excuse to get something that looks like this.

i was only 17!

"when i met you, i was just a kid
hadn't built up my defenses
so i gave my heart completely
vaseline over the lenses

memories don't go away
i remember every day

i never, ever stop wondering
wondering if you still think of us
i don't need a photograph
because you've never left my mind
no, you've never left my mind"
requiem for omm2 - of montreal

yesterday i was sifting through my drawer when i found (among many other things) a red packet given to me by my mother for my 18th birthday.

"happy 18th birthday.
from mummy & daddy"

and inside was 2 $50 notes, so i'm $100 richer now. it was so long ago that the notes were yellowish. i think it's because they were inside the red packet since money elsewhere never get yellow.

i also found another red packet filled with around a hundred bucks worth of $2 notes. i put it there so long ago that i totally forgotten about it. now i'm $200 richer.

i bet there's lots more to discover. my drawer is like a treasure island.

flash

everything is over now. it's time for the expected "3 years of poly life and POOF! it's all gone" post. soon, maybe. time to go play footy.

it's not a holiday anymore

5 things i should do before i go camp in jungles:

1. get driving license
2. get riding license
3. get a motorcycle
4. get a bicycle if #3 fails
5. listen to all my cds
6. engage in more productive activities

667

WAH my last post was the 666th! OMG SATAN!

and erm i just finished doing a 2 hour paper in about 6 hours. i have a wandering mind. it wanders so far that i don't even know where it is.

i have to go find it now or else i won't be able to take my exam tomorrow. bye.

less less less

"the saddest part when you lose someone you love is that - that person keeps changing in your memory. because your memory has no way of retaining the actual person, it's like that. & you'll wonder soon enough, is this the same person i lost? maybe you lost more, maybe less, 10000 different things that come from your memory or imagination- & you don't know which is which. which is true, which is false."
- stolen with absolutely no permission

it was so long ago that i'm starting to lose the details. everything's starting to get muddled. and yes that's the saddest part.

ha

i watched knocked up yesterday and oh my, i think it's THE funniest movie of 2007, except i watched it in 2008. but in either case it is still funny as funny can be. i don't even remember the last time i really laughed during a movie, but this one made me LOL.

anyway they were saying:
"i wished i liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles."

"that's sad."

"it's totally sad. their smiling faces just point out your inability to enjoy anything."

oh exams

"i go learn bike ok?"
"NO. don't want."

so i encountered a little hitch in my plans. now i gotta figure out how to get my license and then the bigger problem is how to buy a bike after that.

this is expecially important because now that i found out i MIGHT actually be enlisting in september instead of june as i thought, and that leaves me with a whole lot of time to do... not much. perhaps i can ride my bike all the way to europe and back when i finally do get it.

actually it would be much easier to drive there, but that's just not fun, is it?

anyway my plan now is to ask my mother "i go learn bike ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok?" and if she replies "NO," that would only cancel out 1 of my 10 'OKs' leaving me with 9 more. which means she agreed. after which she will disown me.

i don't want to do this secretly because that's just not being a very good son. i am a good son, sort of.

1!

it's sort of a mini-tragedy that going into day 2 of the chinese new year, i've only got ONE ang pow. and that's from my father/mother combined. i think i may just break the record for lowest earnings this new year. it has been going into a downward spiral since my grandmother died in 2000 and all her relatives and friends stopped visiting. so no more ang pows for us.

anyway i think CNY is getting more and more meaningless to my family. we don't really bother about it, which is quite a shame. like today we were supposed to visit my father's cousin i think, and my brother and sister were asleep. my father spent the whole morning/afternoon trying to wake them up, and when they finally woke up in the afternoon, he went to sleep instead.

in the end we didn't go anywhere and thus explains my miserly collection. quite weird that visiting relatives is an optional thing for us. i always thought that it's supposed to be compulsory for everyone to go visiting.

i know

i fought the war but the war won't stop for the love of god. i fought the war but the war won.

i lay here in defeat. time will eat me up and soon i'll be no more. lick your lips, i'm tasty. enjoy.

strange people

my strange mother is considering allowing my sister to bring back another kitten. then there'll be 2 cats at home and she'll definitely go mad within a month. self-inflicted misery, i say.

my strange sister tried to put a red collar onto the cat yesterday. the bell freaked it out and it hid under the bed. i removed the collar because it made the cat look retarded, and told my sister NOT to put it on the cat.

later that night she tried to put it on the cat again but stopped when i stared at her. she faked a laugh and thought she was being funny. i told myself i'd smack her if she did it again.

i came home a while ago and saw the collar on the cat, without the bell. it still made the cat look retarded so i took it off and threw it out of the window, but i missed so now the collar is lying on the window grille. my sister was asleep so i couldn't smack her, sadly. i think it would be rather strange of me if i woke her up just to smack her.