Sunny Day

You ever noticed that people love watching other people fail?

"His son got 10 Cs for SPM. What'd you expect? His kid is playing all the time."
"Anak Minah kena buang kerja, ko tau? Alaaa...mana tidaknya Kiah oii. Asik menayang tetek sana sini orang pun amik peluang lahhhh."

I noticed our people rarely acknowledge achievements. I've been lucky to meet people from around the world and they wouldn't miss a beat in complimenting something about you. Fake or not, you gotta admit that getting compliments is a nice thing to receive from people, especially strangers.

People would always jump at the first opportunity to kill you. Well, not literally but heck I think if they were given a foot-long machete they wouldn't think twice. That's why Face fucking book is sometimes annoying with people jumping to know the first moment you got fired or when your relationship goes drown the drain.

The birthday wishes are fuckin' phony. Who gives a shit about your birthday? Because it's as simple as typing "Happy Birthday!", people wouldn't mind wasting a nanosecond to type that to your Wall. Next time, send me a cheque while you're at it.

So next time, when someone is in deep shit, try to do something to bring them out of the shithole rather than smearing them with more shit. Shit, I just said shit 5 times.

Go easy on the criticisms. Be generous with the compliments. Won't that make it a sunny day?

Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean

I told a buncha friends I'm flying home tomorrow night. In my subconscious mind, that tropical island is home. If I could get a job there and settle down I would abandon everything here and move there in a heartbeat. I touched down on Motherland two weeks ago and I could already feel what a dumpster it is. I bumped into a couple of people in the flight who were of the same ethnicity as me; the auntie smiled, offering acknowledgement, but the turd who was sitting two seats away literally ignored me. He kept dropping names of VIPs and dignitaries, making himself look important, like the other squint-eyed east-asian passengers give a flying fuck. That is just so typical of third world nations like Motherland.

The more I think of it, the more I feel the need to get my ass out of this shithole peninsular full of self-righteous bastards. Where the men are 5 feet tall with 4 inch penises and 38 inch waistlines but forever relishing the possibility of having 3 wives with their meager salary of nothing over USD1k. I might be generalizing and exaggerating at the same time but we all know it's somewhat true. With my past encounters and less than graceful experiences, I now know with conviction that I cannot end up with a man of my own race. I don't think they can handle me, and I know for sure I don't want to handle them. Likewise I don't think any sane man here thinks I am wife material, with my potty mouth and crude demeanor, as much as I don't think they are fit to be my husband.

The bitter part of me is still dwelling on the past (I would say it's about 75% percent - the bitter part that is, not the part that's dwelling on the past)  on why my former love did not want to make me his life partner, on why his parents were not favorable of me, on what kind of woman they were envisioning would make a great pair with their son, amongst other dubious thoughts. They're a wasteful thought of course, and they bring me no closure nor peace... but I just can't help thinking at times. I have no ill feeling towards him, nor do I have any feelings towards him anymore, but sometimes I wonder why I let my dignity be trampled on like that. And then I remembered why - it was because I loved him, as much as I love my current object of affection, and that's what happens when you love someone, you swallow your pride. You also swallow their sperm juice (sorry could not resist).

This is a happy post

As we get older, we get nostalgic. Melancholic. And most notably - tragic.

I left the blogging arena some years ago as I just couldn't commit with updating mundane things that happened in my life (plus I discovered Twitter).

I used to be such a happy camper. I had a bright outlook on the world. I actually liked people.

Now I'm just a cynic. I counter every positive things in life from my pessimistic point of view. And I just can't stand people.

I have most possibly changed. Something inside me changed. Meeting a lot of amazing people (and enduring toxic friends) changed me. Being screwed over by many different parties for their own gains changed me.

A lot of people claiming they're my friends said that I've become arrogant, indifferent, sarcastic and difficult. Well so what. It's not my fault you're insufferable.

I'm most possibly perpetually depressive as well, but who needs to get into details now?

But you know what? I absolutely love it.

Time passes

I used to be an angry teenager.

The teachers sucked. The politicians were talking shit. And grown ups never listen to you.

I am 30+ and I don't listen to angry teenagers.

Things never change.

Freshman

Blogging after an absence of a few years feels like having sex for the first time. You know what to do, seen everything you can on the Internet, yet when push comes to shove, you just trust your gut instincts.

Which I am about to do now.

In this day and age of social networks and micro-blogging sites, blogging seems to be like writing with a quill. It's messy, time-consuming and no one actually does it anymore.

To think that when I started eight years ago, social networking was in its infancy. Mark Zuckerberg was just another angry freshman in college and tweeting seemed like something you did when you see hot chicks.

My thanks to a certain someone for making all this possible. She provided me the platform to blog eight years ago, and continues to provide me with the same platform now. I haven't really grown up, haven't I?

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