The Pain Anew
Despite the fact that my papers are just how many days away, I'm still at this. For some reason, I am so pumped up right now and must keep publishing. For some reason, life for me always starts when I'm least equipped (in time) to deal with it.
But it's interesting;
that the more excited I get, the more that exciting things happen. If I wasn't encased in this skin of mine, I'd just evaporate... and that'd be that. I'd be all over the place, and yet at the same time I'd be nothing.
Fortunately I have skin.
And speaking of skin.
I have this freak obsession with moisturizers - be it body or facial. I could just slather it on and rub and rub and rub and rub... skin on skin... rubbing... I'd be so totally lost in it.
Wait, if that came out sounding erotic, my apologies, it was never my intention to turn you on.
I just realized that in eight months, I have gone through two bottles of face lotion and am about to run out on the third. The thing is, I just love to moisturize. While it's recommended that a pea sized drop is used, I definitely use more than that per application. Way way more. About the size of peninsular Malaysia on a world map perhaps.
I have combination insane skin and I live in this here sunny and sweat inclined city Kuala Lumpur.
So what is my problem?
I have a phobia of flakes. Once my skin starts to flake, it'll take weeks (or even months) of heavy duty moisturizing to return to human form.
Even if the discomfort can be tolerated, the ugly would be unbearable. So in the spirit of prevention being better than cure, I put on a casino chip sized dollop on my face two to three times a day.
That's why I'm so broke. Good moisturizers, just like the law, are just never easy on the wallet. Why do I do this to myself???
And then I wonder why I'm such a grease pit at the end of the day.....?
At the end of the day, I just want to: TAMPAR POLIS
Please, if you've lived in this country long enough, you would have heard of the Sultan of Johor police officer slapping rampage. At first I found it funny.
But then, I found out the reason why he slapped whatever members of the police force he bumped into after the incident of his mother's death. It was because he believed the mother's death to be caused by a reckless police escort.
That the police escort has caused the accident which killed his mother.
Now I don't have very good reasons as to why I should be slapping the police. But a police officer did try to hit on me while I was at UMMC the other day.
Hit on me, not hit me.
Yeah, it's nothing, it didn't cause any harm or injury to my person, nor did it alter my position in society or anything... but I still feel I shoulda just slapped him. GAH.
After all, half of my DNA comes from Johor, and if the monarch does it, DAULAT TUANKU! I should like to as well.
Very poor reasoning, indeed.
Reasons for hating World Earth Day
I truly, truly do hate World Earth Day.
And because I hate it so much, I will never, NOT EVER, participate in this Freeze campaign. So please, no more invites.
No, I am not trying to be an asshole.
And it has nothing to do with the fact that I am the leader of World Destruction.
I just think this whole concept of World Earth Day is as fake and bogus as VDay or MDay or FDay or whatever else day.
Come on, we live on planet earth every single day. EVERY SINGLE DAY IS EARTH DAY.
I don't litter. I don't start open fires. I do not condone the use of styrofoam. I take the bus as much as I can. When I cannot, I carpool. I separate my trash and recycle whatever possible.
My utility bills read rm6 for water and about rm80 for power, and this is a double storey house with three people.
Don't say I hate the planet for not joining you in your cause. I just think it's sad for me to turn off the lights for one hour every Sunday and believe I've made a difference.
I've got better things to do.
Here's a good idea: stop washing your cars for a month. Imagine how much water that'll save.
Here's an even better idea: stop breathing. Imagine how much CO2 you won't be putting into the atmosphere.
And yet, maybe recycling is not always best
I'm talking about the whole water from your toilet back up your tap route. Yuck.
Beijing, Beijing. How the hell is my hair going to bloody survive recycled water when I go back there in the summer?
My hair is already in such a pitiful state right now. Water and winter did that. I'm so tempted to just chop it all off and start anew... but sadder still, I've lost majority on that decision.
*sigh*
Would be great if I could turn invisible
Like appearing offline on msn. That'd be so cool.
I'd be there, but nobody would notice me.
Oh hang on, how's that different from the life I live in now.......?
But then again, as I consider the whole concept of being online and offline - online being active and offline being inactive - I suppose in the real world, being offline would equal being dead.
And yet, I want to be WALKING AROUND offline. So that would mean I'd be the undead...? The living dead...?
And the living dead walk the corridors of ATC
Great exam stress has slowly turned classmates into freaking zombies. I on the other hand, am in a very unique position.
The drugs I am on are specifically designed to combat stress and hypertension. So it's all gooooooood.
If the guy who has read Hart 40 times is still not confident enough to sit for the exams and is freaking out... how am I supposed to have confidence in myself? And so I figured, to hell with it.
Some people just walk into exam halls with their hands in their pockets and nothing in their head. And they make it.
It's weird, but it happens.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sometimes those who are really really desperate come up with all sorts of bullshit and poppycock - as screwed up as it may sound, the bullshit and poppycock is really what pulls them through.
Cut it with the bullshit, Mr Creepy
It was creepy enough that you had to go touch my hair and my person during our first ever conversation.
It became creepier still when you started sending me messages and calling me up and went around ATC looking for me.
It became even creepier when you tried to hide the fact that you're a married man.
And just when I thought it wouldn't get any creepier, it does: you being so shocked and surprised to see me with Brilliant that you just had to ring him up in the middle of the night to ask what's going on and how long it's been going on...
WTF. Cut it out. You're creeping me out.
Brilliance to the rescue
Honestly, I am very much attracted to men who are arrogant.
Remember how I used to stalk Jeremy Lee? LOL. That was about the dumbest thing I ever bothered doing, so dumb that I don't regret a single moment of it. It was great fun.
Brilliant is hated because of his arrogance it seems. Wherever he goes, he inspires hatred in people he doesn't even know.
I've heard many a bitching done involving his name, his arrogance and his cock..iness. LOL. It's amazing how human beings can be so capable of blind and pure hatred.
The best thing is that it doesn't affect him at all. And that makes him even more brilliant.
In fact I bet he's probably amazed that I'm not put off by him... yet.
I wouldn't be. For so many reasons.
He genuinely cares about me. From wanting to visit me at the hospital had I been kept there, to wanting to bring me dinner when I was stuck in bed, to carrying me down a flight of stairs..... to never ever EVER smoking around me (yes, he's a recreational smoker) to memorizing how I look and how I feel and how my voice sounds in case he doesn't get to see me.
He seems so... into me. He goes insane if he doesn't bug me at least once in a day. And he makes sure he bugs me at least once a day.
Funny how now, after being seen with him, I am getting different looks from different people. I use the word different because that's the best I could think of right now. No daggers or anything. Just... looks.
It's weird, but at the same time hilarious.
It actually makes things exciting.
And when asked,
Anything eventful happened today?
I said: Today happened.
And that's that.
But it's interesting;
that the more excited I get, the more that exciting things happen. If I wasn't encased in this skin of mine, I'd just evaporate... and that'd be that. I'd be all over the place, and yet at the same time I'd be nothing.
Fortunately I have skin.
And speaking of skin.
I have this freak obsession with moisturizers - be it body or facial. I could just slather it on and rub and rub and rub and rub... skin on skin... rubbing... I'd be so totally lost in it.
Wait, if that came out sounding erotic, my apologies, it was never my intention to turn you on.
I just realized that in eight months, I have gone through two bottles of face lotion and am about to run out on the third. The thing is, I just love to moisturize. While it's recommended that a pea sized drop is used, I definitely use more than that per application. Way way more. About the size of peninsular Malaysia on a world map perhaps.
I have combination insane skin and I live in this here sunny and sweat inclined city Kuala Lumpur.
So what is my problem?
I have a phobia of flakes. Once my skin starts to flake, it'll take weeks (or even months) of heavy duty moisturizing to return to human form.
Even if the discomfort can be tolerated, the ugly would be unbearable. So in the spirit of prevention being better than cure, I put on a casino chip sized dollop on my face two to three times a day.
That's why I'm so broke. Good moisturizers, just like the law, are just never easy on the wallet. Why do I do this to myself???
And then I wonder why I'm such a grease pit at the end of the day.....?
At the end of the day, I just want to: TAMPAR POLIS
Please, if you've lived in this country long enough, you would have heard of the Sultan of Johor police officer slapping rampage. At first I found it funny.
But then, I found out the reason why he slapped whatever members of the police force he bumped into after the incident of his mother's death. It was because he believed the mother's death to be caused by a reckless police escort.
That the police escort has caused the accident which killed his mother.
Now I don't have very good reasons as to why I should be slapping the police. But a police officer did try to hit on me while I was at UMMC the other day.
Hit on me, not hit me.
Yeah, it's nothing, it didn't cause any harm or injury to my person, nor did it alter my position in society or anything... but I still feel I shoulda just slapped him. GAH.
After all, half of my DNA comes from Johor, and if the monarch does it, DAULAT TUANKU! I should like to as well.
Very poor reasoning, indeed.
Reasons for hating World Earth Day
I truly, truly do hate World Earth Day.
And because I hate it so much, I will never, NOT EVER, participate in this Freeze campaign. So please, no more invites.
No, I am not trying to be an asshole.
And it has nothing to do with the fact that I am the leader of World Destruction.
I just think this whole concept of World Earth Day is as fake and bogus as VDay or MDay or FDay or whatever else day.
Come on, we live on planet earth every single day. EVERY SINGLE DAY IS EARTH DAY.
I don't litter. I don't start open fires. I do not condone the use of styrofoam. I take the bus as much as I can. When I cannot, I carpool. I separate my trash and recycle whatever possible.
My utility bills read rm6 for water and about rm80 for power, and this is a double storey house with three people.
Don't say I hate the planet for not joining you in your cause. I just think it's sad for me to turn off the lights for one hour every Sunday and believe I've made a difference.
I've got better things to do.
Here's a good idea: stop washing your cars for a month. Imagine how much water that'll save.
Here's an even better idea: stop breathing. Imagine how much CO2 you won't be putting into the atmosphere.
And yet, maybe recycling is not always best
I'm talking about the whole water from your toilet back up your tap route. Yuck.
Beijing, Beijing. How the hell is my hair going to bloody survive recycled water when I go back there in the summer?
My hair is already in such a pitiful state right now. Water and winter did that. I'm so tempted to just chop it all off and start anew... but sadder still, I've lost majority on that decision.
*sigh*
Would be great if I could turn invisible
Like appearing offline on msn. That'd be so cool.
I'd be there, but nobody would notice me.
Oh hang on, how's that different from the life I live in now.......?
But then again, as I consider the whole concept of being online and offline - online being active and offline being inactive - I suppose in the real world, being offline would equal being dead.
And yet, I want to be WALKING AROUND offline. So that would mean I'd be the undead...? The living dead...?
And the living dead walk the corridors of ATC
Great exam stress has slowly turned classmates into freaking zombies. I on the other hand, am in a very unique position.
The drugs I am on are specifically designed to combat stress and hypertension. So it's all gooooooood.
If the guy who has read Hart 40 times is still not confident enough to sit for the exams and is freaking out... how am I supposed to have confidence in myself? And so I figured, to hell with it.
Some people just walk into exam halls with their hands in their pockets and nothing in their head. And they make it.
It's weird, but it happens.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sometimes those who are really really desperate come up with all sorts of bullshit and poppycock - as screwed up as it may sound, the bullshit and poppycock is really what pulls them through.
Cut it with the bullshit, Mr Creepy
It was creepy enough that you had to go touch my hair and my person during our first ever conversation.
It became creepier still when you started sending me messages and calling me up and went around ATC looking for me.
It became even creepier when you tried to hide the fact that you're a married man.
And just when I thought it wouldn't get any creepier, it does: you being so shocked and surprised to see me with Brilliant that you just had to ring him up in the middle of the night to ask what's going on and how long it's been going on...
WTF. Cut it out. You're creeping me out.
Brilliance to the rescue
Honestly, I am very much attracted to men who are arrogant.
Remember how I used to stalk Jeremy Lee? LOL. That was about the dumbest thing I ever bothered doing, so dumb that I don't regret a single moment of it. It was great fun.
Brilliant is hated because of his arrogance it seems. Wherever he goes, he inspires hatred in people he doesn't even know.
I've heard many a bitching done involving his name, his arrogance and his cock..iness. LOL. It's amazing how human beings can be so capable of blind and pure hatred.
The best thing is that it doesn't affect him at all. And that makes him even more brilliant.
In fact I bet he's probably amazed that I'm not put off by him... yet.
I wouldn't be. For so many reasons.
He genuinely cares about me. From wanting to visit me at the hospital had I been kept there, to wanting to bring me dinner when I was stuck in bed, to carrying me down a flight of stairs..... to never ever EVER smoking around me (yes, he's a recreational smoker) to memorizing how I look and how I feel and how my voice sounds in case he doesn't get to see me.
He seems so... into me. He goes insane if he doesn't bug me at least once in a day. And he makes sure he bugs me at least once a day.
Funny how now, after being seen with him, I am getting different looks from different people. I use the word different because that's the best I could think of right now. No daggers or anything. Just... looks.
It's weird, but at the same time hilarious.
It actually makes things exciting.
And when asked,
Anything eventful happened today?
I said: Today happened.
And that's that.
