Added day after this…..

HEHEHEHHEEEEEEEEEE

Dua Pai Lang

Disclaimer: Before you read on, I just want to say I love DPL very much and he treats me very well! In case you think I am complaining, I am not. Really.

I think he’s the most humorous person I know (ok maybe love has blinded me but he’s really funny at times). When I think of those moments, I can’t help but laugh out loud and that’s why people give me weird stares on the train.

Can’t contain my laughter!

Scenario 1: Me and DPL standing at the bus stop, with him behind my huge body.

Me: I want to protect you so that when a vehicle skid, you will be alive! (yes, I was in a romantic mood)

DPL: No way! When the vehicle skids, it’s gonna knock into you and then you are going to crash into me and I will die first!

Me: Why? You have my body to cushion all the impact. See! (proceeds to squeeze my fats to prove he will be saved)

DPL: No way! That weight is going to crush me and I am going to die faster!

Me: !!!!#$@#@#@#$#$%$%$#

So much for trying to be self-sacrificing to protect him….

Scenario 2: I was admiring his slim, bony legs.

Me: Look at your legs. Oh dear I would kill to have that! I have always wanted to have slim, long, toned legs (minus the hair)!

DPL: Why? It’s so bony and this part (touches shinbone)…it’s so sharp, I think it can cut!

Me: Erm but still, it’s really nice. If it’s on me, I would be so sexy and irresistable. Look at mine! (proceeds to show him my legs).

DPL: What? That’s a tree stump!

Me: ………………………

Lol. Have a good day everyone!

Missus

Our Universe as a giant hologram?

How has humans shaped and hasten natural evolutionary pace to favor the lesser.

Right. Here I am – throwing the chicken bones and chanting the Original Sexathan Remix “3026 (or is the other way round? The details are in the order!! Damn it).

-goes for a smoke-

This is getting harder than what I have expected. *shrugs*

Right. It’s the new year already. New year, another notch by the bed post, and yay welcome to Level 2009, meatbags! I was not wanting to blog anyway, but since I had a stick and usually it makes me rather more awake than sleepy, then I shall write a little here. Well, since I have a lonely bed anyway, no point going in early.

So, the new year.

Hmm.

*__*

Happy new year, people?

Well the truth is, I do have lots to talk about, some insights that may or may not interest you. However, conventional wisdom do tell me that average meatbags are less than inclined to spend that extra effort to dicpher and seek deeper meanings. And this, in turn, translate to a certain topic which I had failed to blog about, despite setting a horrible deadline which nobody seem to care to remind me of. Yes, if you are reading this, you are one of them – you asshole.

The topic was about the phenomenon of the desire for Instant Gratification. And I am guilty of that. Oh, I am sure you are too. No? Really, say it with me; “I am gulity of Instant Gratification, I want results now. Instantly, minimum effort required.” Say it. This time with feel.

Still with me? Great. Do you, in your everyday doings of evil, desire the need to have instant results? Like, you skip a meal and expect to lose the love-handles by dinner? Or, committing to a slightly lucrative moral dealing and expect no less than an instant karma upgrade? I’m sure you do. Does it pisses you off when you just can’t get that result immediately, or within a stipulated time-frame that you had set?

What I have noticed is that it could be attributed to noticeably decrease of quiescency that people need to endure before getting results. Technology has made us lazy beings. Lax upbringing has made us whiners to take for granted what was given. In fact, I have a impression that noone appreciates the good ole way of enjoying the process of getting there, but put forth their beliefs that the end is more important than the process.

Is it?

I mean, look. If you are more predisposed to having results, you are certainly burning along your Life’s track and wanting to reach the end – Death. And when you look back, you would say, “Damn, where did my Life go? And pass me the sulphur dip, Satan my man.”

So this is what I am going to do. I’m not going to convince you to do the same – No, no. Uh-huh. You could stay the way you are, but just try it out if you really feel me. I will, for the rest of the year, take it slow. No more walking briskly and looking at where I step (dogpoo mines. really, those bastards don’t clean up after.). Instead, I’ll walk and take in the surroundings. Rediscover what everyday things I have missed out. I will, not aim to blaze through the day for the clock to strike 6pm, but put in effort in the details that lead me to 6pm. I will, take time to appreciate, rather than take for granted.

Yes, three simple enough things for me, for the rest of the year. I will not call it “Resolutions”, but rather “Revelations”.

Now, will you please excuse me. I need to find out which direction should I chant and throw the chicken bones to. Need the damn luck to ride through the recession.

Dua Pai Lang