You know i could go on about how fucked up this world is, but it’s not worth it anymore. A political legend is dead. We all watched Benazir Bhutto live on tv, standing in front of massive crowds fearing that any second, you could actually be witness to an on-air assassination. I know i have.
She went on anyway. One appearance after another, as if the abundance of threats didn’t exist.
Some people have fucked up sleeping faces. I think I have a fucked up sleeping face. But hell, at least I don’t sleep on the train. Worse is if you balance yourself out by looking and smelling like arse at the same time.
There was this office person ball of MOUTH next to me on the train today. No, I DON’T want to see that gaping hole in your face that allows your bad morning breath to vilely attack my nostrils. And I believe everyone on the train would’ve collectively agreed to this, except that 70% of them were sleeping – like what’s up with this? When you’re up, you’re up – don’t go back to sleep the moment you get on the train just coz you can.
And when you’re fat, you’re fat. Don’t sit between two people especially when they’re already fat. I don’t even sit when I’m having my fat days. And the miserable tub that i am, it means a lot of seats for other people.
See. Why can’t everyone else be as thoughtful?
it’s christmas for goodness sake. think of the baby jesus, alone in that cottage, lacing all those apples with liquid valium so that the seven dwarves can go into deep sleep until jimmy choo kisses them in the morning to wake up and make more shoes.
merry christ freaking mass. at least this one i don’t have to celebrate.
let’s see a breakdown of a lowly intern’s monthly cashflow shall we
Farid’s Moolah Account
(this is cute, deal with it)
Labour allowance: $400+
Transport: $50+
Food: just scary
Shopping expenses: $10,000
Miscellaneous: questionably high
ok i know, that doesn’t quite add up. but look at this…
Doctor’s fees: $64
That’s SIXTY FOUR DOLLARS for a half-assed (mutually) consultation and some unspectacular, quite sterile, medications.
HAPPY PILLS COST LESS.
To think that i let him put his hands on my body as i breathed in and out so passionately.
Oh by the way, I’m broke.
i think they all voted for their countries’ idols, and that other vote goes to the pretty boy from singapore who probably has the least votes anyway. well nice move.
OR he could actually be popular. i wouldn’t know actually, don’t quite follow these things.
Ever had a moment when you reflect how dependent on the wires you are, but somehow manage to justify why things are that way? Well i always have such moments, still i’m no less pleased with the fact that i’m one of the tech junkies who’s getting addicted everyday.
The computer crashed. Probably explains why i don’t blog much - well part of the reason is that people tend to take what i write here as ‘cues’ as opposed to dealing stuff with me personally – but that’s another matter altogether.
Gone. All the media gathered over many years. Gone. And these are the priceless ones. Home videos to be specific, and those taken during holidays. Ok if put that way, it’s a couple of thousands of dollars’ worth and more.
Dubai
Switzerland
Italy
There are hoards of other gems recorded over the years since we had the camera. Alright the loss of holiday videos are what i’m affected a whole lot by. The only backup copy i made was for my sister’s wedding. There were stupid reasons why, and i already feel rotten for that okay, you haters.
I remember those train journeys and the snow in Marche-land and boat trips in La Serenissima when i’d tirelessly hold that camera up for the sake of having something beautiful AND personal to watch from time to time. If i were to explain more… it’s like i couldn’t believe i was in Venice, even when i was there… so the videos would pinch me with a rare dose of pleasant reality.
Btw people, go there. It’s worth it. Don’t be stupid going to places 1-4 hours away every single time you get out. Save up. I repeat, it’s worth it.
Then there are those family occasions and whatnots, the meetups with the Malaysian lovelies everyone just refuse to appreciate – like hey, please look beyond Siti Nurhaliza – and sure there are pictures, but those things are like primitive forms of preserving memories in this day. It’s just worse when compared to videos for certain things aight.
Well they’re all gone now. And the trend for me these days is to log all the goodbyes here. So this entry, as many times, is for my own mnemonic use i guess.
