i really dislike the little window between the time i lie in bed and the time i fall asleep. every night i make up lists of stuff in my head to pass the time and it's rather effective. only in a few instances have i managed to complete an entire list without first falling asleep.
top 5 sexiest girls top 5 girls i would go out with (not same list as above) what to bring if i were to go live in the wild right now (items that i currently own) what to bring on a trip around the world steps to take in a zombie apocalypse
the decemberists are so good but for some reason i don't listen to them as much as i should. maybe there's a limited dosage of such jangly music i can take before it gets overbearing.
it's almost 3am now and i was bored so i thought of making myself a drink with the limited resources i have. i went to youtube to search for some whiskey cocktails but ended up watching this series of videos.
there's a bottle of green label sitting in the cupboard, and inspired by the video, i poured myself a glass and dropped an ice cube in.
when i think of whiskey, what comes to mind is all the drunken nights spent mixing cheap whiskey with whatever the hell we could find, but most of the time coke.
there was a period where i could more or less gulp it down without any problem, but one day i got terribly drunk on whiskey and since then the smell of it is enough to give me nightmares.
the first thing the guy in the video did was to smell it. he said "you should get a sense of the outdoors. forest, smokiness, seashore, mint honey, what do you get?" in one of his other videos, he also said that "there is no wrong answer."
well, i smelled it and all the nightmares came right back. i remembered drinking king robert's whiskey (the cheapest and shittiest) at my friend's place in the afternoon and then going to town drunk. drinking martell (expensive and not worth it) in clubs during the time where it seemed to be the 'cool drink' for my friends to buy.
from black label in vietnam and puking black stuff at the airport, to red label in 2010 (elliott smith's favourite), whiskey really shows its true colours when it comes up at the end of the night. puking it out, it gets in my nose, my throat. the smell is unmistakable and unforgettable.
although it may seem disgusting now, those times were really fun, or at least before i started puking. vodka, tequila, beer, they just don't seem to invoke the same kind of memories like whiskey does.
oh, and that glass of whiskey? i took a few sips and it was disgusting so i gulped it all down and it burned all the way into my stomach.
now watch this video for a few giggles and i'll leave you with this song.
"but eventually over time we all become our own doppelgangers. you know, these completely different people who just happen to look like us." - ted mosby
i was listening to some old decemberists songs and it brought me back to the period where they hold the strongest memories. that was way back in 2006-2007. was i really like that? i asked myself.
i then brought forward the timeline to something more recent, 2008-2009, and i was similarly shocked by what i remember myself to be, or what i have since turned into.
in fact, i think about this all the time, but different days bring different perspectives.
sometimes i find it not such a big deal, but other times i get quite disturbed that i've changed so much. things that i once believed in, i no longer see the importance in. ideals that i used to seek, i now deem impossible to achieve.
today i don't feel comfortable. i'm wondering if these changes were for better or worse? could i somehow extract the best parts of each period and bring them all into the present?
is it just that i now 'know better' than that previous naive version of me? or am i just inevitably getting older and colder?
maybe i'm just getting tired. after all it's already 5 in the morning.
last week i was thinking to myself how i seemed to like to watch any sporting event that's on, all the more so if it's a final or a special event. it's just great to watch these athletes battle it out.
i watched the rugby world cup finals, some tennis occasionally, back in poly i used to go to the tv room to watch american football on monday mornings instead of going to class.
snooker, football, basketball, triathalons, track & field, swimming, curling, bowling, racing, aussie rules, rugby league, mma, skateboarding, bmx, bass fishing, boxing, rock climbing, i really watch everything if i get the chance to.
so i was wondering if there was any one sport that i was totally not interested in... and i realised it was GOLF. bores the shit outta me and i get so annoyed whenever it's shown on tv because it just means that it's taken the place of some other awesome sport that could otherwise be on.
golf... all i see are people swinging, and then they're walking, and then someone else takes a swing, and more people walking. there's no continuity and i have no clue what's going on. it seems hardly worth being called a sport.
and as luck would have it, a few days later i wound up at an indoor driving range simulator. you hit the ball and it flies onto a canvas with the golf course projected onto it, and some sensors will indicate where your shot ends up.
i never thought that golfing was easy by any stretch of my imagination, but neither did i ever think that i would suck so badly at it. i lined up my swing, adjusted my stance, everything seemed fine to me. i took a swing and SWOOSH went the club. the ball remained on the tee.
this happened enough times to make me work up a little sweat, until i finally decided that maybe i'm just not born to play golf. but just as well, since i hate it anyway...
this blog has been going on for 7 years now and although i'm definitely not as funny or interesting as i was before, and neither do i update as frequently or have as much to say, it is still great to have around just so i have a little record of the past 8 years of my history.
just through a few clicks, i can read up on what was going through my mind on this very day, back in 2004. i said that i hated the stars in the sky, and guess what? i still do now. that little 16 year old me, who thought he knew the world. look at me now! and then in 7 years' time i'll be reading this and i wonder what'll be going through my mind.
this blog is me, my history and all the baggage i carry. i don't wanna let go of a single bit of it. some parts of my memories fade away, some parts are just not there anymore, but none of this happened willingly. as far as i can, i would want to remember everything, every ounce of pain and every bit of happiness just as it was the moment i felt it.
it always starts off with a buzzing in my ear. bzzz bzzz. dafuq is dat? as i start to notice it, the buzzing grows louder and clearer.
it is now a low rumble, but loud enough in my head to drown out the lecturer's voice. i look towards where the sound is coming from.
i can now hear their mumble. this time it's 2 ugly bitches. sitting there in the fucking lecture theatre, facing each other and yapping away.
have you ever watched tv when it's on mute? i suggest you try it, and stare at the mouths of the people while they are talking.
it's one of the most irritating experiences ever, seeing their lips and jaws contorting to such curious positions. it's something you never ever notice when the volume is up.
so i'm staring at the 2 ugly bitches, watching their mouths yapping away. FUCK that's disgusting. the feeling of annoyance comes like a twitch at the base of my skull.
my rage grows. the mumbling gets louder. i'm starting to understand how some murders happen. it's not like they want to kill, it's just that they need to get rid of this feeling.
her mouth stops moving. they turn to face the front. the mumbling stops. i can breathe again.
i was in a toilet of a shopping centre one day and this song was playing softly in the background. while peeing and thinking about all the random things that people think of when they're peeing, i began to notice the noise in my ear was actually a song.
not too bad, i thought, not really paying attention. then as i listened harder, i knew i had to figure out what song it was for future listening. so i tried to do what i always do in such situations, listen out for a clear line in the song lyrics and then search for it online.
seems easy right? but i was in a toilet where people were peeing and shitting and flushing and washing, and the low volume of the music really didn't help. i strained my ears and finally caught this "make me wanna throw a shoe."
turns out it was good enough.
writing this reminds me of the time i was in a clothing shop and there was a nice song playing. it was chill and electronic, and FRENCH. i tried my very best but deciphering french is definitely not something that i'm good at.
why do you step into the crowded canteen with your friends, only to stop right in front of the entrance and ask "hey do you guys want to eat?" GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY.
why do you love to talk to your friends during lectures? it's annoying enough to have to listen to a boring lecture without hearing you cunts yapping away. SHUT THE FUCK UP.
why do you answer your phone in the library? yes, we can hear every single word that you're whispering. yes, we can even hear what the person on the line is saying. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THE FUCK OUT.