Thursday, December 29, 2005

so the delay in the waiting time for the train yest was due to yet another person commiting suicide. of all the questions i can ask, i wanna know why he/she choose to commit suicide at the train station. like, can u imagine if youre the train driver? sheesh... wouldnt u be traumatized? pls spare some thought for the driver la dey.and the passengers who saw u but couldnt do anything to stop u. and the passengers who would be late reaching their destinations. it might also be a life and death situation for them to get to some place. but then again, if u dun even care enough to cherish your life, i dun think u would give a hoot bout others.. and i suppose it doenst make sense to be considerate whe youre on the verge of commiting suicide. like '.. i better not make a mess so others wont have to clean up after me..'

anyways, i dun wanna waste my time thinking bout stoopid people anymore.. if u choose to end your life prematurely in an unjustifiable way: ure stoopid. period.

lets show you some pix k?

1. xmas dinner with the ac gang:

see that pot of seafood carbonara? prawns and crayfish.. tempting innit? i know the smell sure was. the chef is that guy in red wearing the yellow wrist band. and if the pics wasnt so blurry, (if he had just kept still) u can see why it has been said, scores of young girls keep vying for his attention.

laughters by the buckets as usual when out with these fellas. we dun meet up often, and so when we do, its updates-time for the lot of us: remembering those really wacko things we used to get up to. (and often wondering thereafter what could have possibly possessed us to get up to such antics. )

so there i was, chatting at the same table with these peeps, discussing bout the differences in traditions between cultures, eating halal food while the rest were gobbling non-halal carbonara, sipping juice amidst the table of alcohol-ladened drinks, chillng at the backyard downstairs while iswen has graciously locked up his doggies upstairs, and i thought: this must be wat being in a multi-racial society is about. understanding, accepting and rejoicing each others differences rather than picking them to death. i say-when we are able to enjoy each others company without being consciously aware that we come from different religious/racial backgrounds: its good.

to a large extent, this religion/race issue is still a very sensitive topic. who has not at some point or another conjured a stereotypical view of another? but i think we should recognize it for wat it is. a stereotypical view, not necessarily the truth. and i suppose the question is whether we wanna dig out the truth, rather than just accept these views because thats wat we want to believe. cos somehow accepting these views makes us believe we are superior than the other. it often seems to me these stereotypical claims are made without deliberation watsoever. main ikut sedap mulut je..

we must be the luckiest, most peaceful multi-racial society. tat doesnt come easy and it isnt gonna be easy if we dun keep at it.

2. down to kg jawa with mommy n sis:




3. last but not least, a narcissistic pix of myself:


i shall dwell a little bout the last pix. now this is very important so pay very careful attention cos there are lessons to be learnt from this.

i was reading on the net on traditional practices used to diminish under eyes circles. there were quite a few which advises one to smear lime juice on the under eye areas. so tats wat i did. first time, no results. the second night, i tried again, and this time i acutely felt some tangy, acidic sensation around my eye areas. in fact, my eyes were tearing quite badly initially. but wat did yana do? i ignored it. being the stubborn git tat i m. next morning, this is wat i got. under eye circles still visible, and wat do u know, santa left his loot under my eyes. i got eyebags!!!!!!! waaaaaaahhhhh!!!!

lessons to be learnt:

1: dun spurt lime juice or any other juice in and around your eye area. d'oh....

2: when advices dun make sense, dun jolly well follow it.

3. stop being a stubborn git.

sobs.... now i look like i have an abusive bf, the kind who punches me squarely in the eyes and make me cry buckets till my eyes swell up...

and since i have such prominent eye bags now, i really feel like crying and that would only make those bags bigger.

sobs..

r.z 12:13 AM  2 comments