Not Fun Anymore

This sense of futility kills me.

I’ve been eating a lot although I’m kinda broke.

Wahahah… I’m fat AND broke.

fat AND broke

fat AND broke

fat AND broke

fat AND broke

fat AND broke

…… sigh*

Fly: Defy Gravity (or whatever tagline the show took on) was a bore.

Genting Theme Park was a bore. Yes, the rides and every other creaky, old, supposedly entertaining contraptions were all very yawn-inducing.

Both casinos were bores.

First World Plaza, though sounded promising at first, turned out to be a …… oh, you guessed it……. a bore.

Playing alone was a bore.

At least I was with my family, bored together.

Old soul…… Oh, so.

All is lost.

I cannot write simple essays anymore, with pen and paper.

I felt like an invalid staring at the foolscap paper, trying to come up with an adjective to describe how closely similar forging is to hot working.

I’ve been to dependent on the keyboard and spellchecker.

Words had escaped my cyber mind.

…you spoiled my mood.

Maybe it wasn’t anything to you.

Maybe it was just so embedded in you that you didn’t notice how insulting it was.

Maybe you have a lot of pent up anger inside towards my kind.

But please, I didn’t do anything wrong to you.

So, DON’T FREAKING CALL ME “AH MOI”.

It’s derogatory, uneducated and most importantly, I DON’T FREAKING LIKE THAT TERM!!! 

What more that I’m already a 21 yr old college student.

It’s unimaginable how stupid that man was.

It’s unimaginable how he would then be a huge influence to his kids.

It’s unimaginable how the streets would, in the future, be filled with fucktards.

Shit.

… leave my brog unattended for two weeks. My bad.

But I really have nothing much to say.

‘cept that I got a pretty surprising birthday gift,

a hectic semester ahead with some crappy moral project and what not(s),

and a face full of disappointing pimples.

They disappoint badly because they just won’t get all infected and pus-filled, neither will they go away either. So, it’s just an open invitation for my restless fingers to squeeze them good.

Sad to say, my face is full of scars now. *dammit*

Really, I have nothing to say. Things that matter so much now, to me, will not even matter anymore after some time.

I might whine, I might bitch, I might seethe with rage but I know they just don’t matter anymore after a while.

So, this heart of stone might just be the best thing to happen to my uneventful life. But, thinking about it, my life, in my perception, is considered uneventful because I don’t linger on past emotions nor do I really remember any wounds from the past. So, I guess it’s fine. I needn’t try that hard to forget anything after all.

*the blog took a turn to being so emo because jess called up and dropped an emo-bomb on me. Poor, unsuspecting me.*

So, yeah kids. Prioritize and learn your place in life. Think further and never look back. You can only change the future and not the past. Whatever crap that I say here are total lies depending on your school of thought. I really shouldn’t make myself sound so lame.

…rinse and repeat for the coming two years.

Two.more.fucking.years.I.wish.I’d.hit.the.jackpot.or.something.

or.hit.a.bus.

or.just.drop.out.of.school.and.never.see.another.classroom.ever.again.

The rest of the travel stories will have to wait. I doubt the internet there is good enough to upload anything.

I did plan to write two-to-a-day so as to finish it before I head for a new semester but alas, my nature of procrastination infinityX1000 does not allow such good work to be done.

Sure, I like strutting around dreaming of becoming an engineer. But, god, I hate those thick books. yearghhh…

ta-te-tata~