bluepen is twenty-one & still uninteresting. it feeds on blueink, and thinks bluethoughts; only rarely does it turn white, and even then it's bluish white
Dug out some really old good stuffs people wrote about me in their blogs (yes i'm bored and shameless enough to google my name), mostly around J1 September, after that brief appearance of mine on the tube. Though i know they must have exaggerated it, i still can't quite bring myself to believe the things they wrote, which brought me to realize that: hey i've actually gotten myself sort of a confidence deficiency since rjc. But that's not exactly helping me to humble myself more than before. Instead my temper grew short at those who are even lazier, or more irresponsible, or more self-centred than i am. Sometimes i disgust myself this way. i don't feel good about myself yet. And there it went again, it's all about me me me. When will i become a better guy? i'm still trying...
While i was walking today, i came up with a tune that goes "Dencing, dencing ni-iight; Dencing, dencing ni-iight; Dencing, dencing ni-iight; Dencing, dencing night yeah YEAH!" And it repeats over and over again for 4 minutes 32 seconds. If i manage to find a chick with wiggly bums and "natural" breasts to sing it, plus a half-deaf black rapper who go "you you you! say what? say what?", it could well become the next biggest hit. Watch out!
Damn, there were too many clouds today. Guess i'll have to wait till 2012, when Earth has made 8 more revolutions around the Sun and Venus 13.
Venus will be making her passage across the Sun today between 1 and 7 PM. For all of you out there who would not want to miss seeing a black little dot moving across the fiery ball, be warned not to look directly into the sun for more than a few seconds. The last time such heavenly reunion took place was 122 years ago. But due to some unfair biase towards our generation by the Providence, even if the weather turns against us today, the same phenomenon will be available again in as early as June 2012. So don't fret if it starts raining. Happy Venus-gazing!
There's someone at my unit who pronounces 'missiles' as 'measles'. So we have ballistic measles, cruise measles, intercontinentle measles, measles defense, Chinese measles, US measles... go figure.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Each pray'r accept'd, and each wish resign'd
- Alexander Pope
Dear Eve,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Yours truly,
S.C.
As promised, i went down to the book fair with my dad today. And in all Vesak spirit, i bought a volume of Buddhist scripture haha. It's like a book of stories, quite interesting. Anyway it was still like a giant pasat affair, with narrow aisles barely wide enough to allow me to pass. And there were parents who left their kids to sit in the aisle and read. i wanted to pretend that i didn't see one of them and step on him, but someone in front of me did it before i could. i guess that the kid wasn't evil enough to deserve two kicks, so i forgot about it and just gave him a no-sympathy you-deserved-it stare.
My parents just returned from their holidays in Bangkok and re-intruded my quiet and peaceful irresponsible existence. They brought back nothing for me but food. i absolutely detest food unless i'm really hungry and i attribute this sensation to my mum. Since young she's been trying to stuff me like Peking duck, as if the indicator of success for a mum is the mass of the offspring. If that's the case Raufie's mum can consider herself highly successful. I have nothing against Raufie (well, at least not anymore), but i just don't like eating at all. i am also fully aware that there are billions in the world starving at this very minute, but by eating more i'm not doing them any good. So the moral argument has no ground.
Anyway i'm so full now. My stomach feels stretched. This is the first meal they cooked after they came back. And they waste no time in trying the Peking duck conspiracy again. i get a bit angry when i think about it...