So there I was walking innocently into this pantry at work, without a care in the world. I was totally oblivious to this heated conversation about something or rather. Seriously, i was totally unaware to what was going on. I walked in, smiled and nodded a few times paying no heed to whatever topic was flying around in the room. Yeah, I do that sometimes. I pay random visits to different departments periodically and catch up with people I actually find interesting.
Anyways, there I was, sitting nicely and comfortably wondering whether or not it was time for another smoke break. Then I realised something was amiss. I saw fingers pointed in my direction and someone giggled. Apparently, the aforementioned discussion was about the need of a colleague of mine for some dental work. So my response was natural.
"What?" I say quizzically.
"You lah. You always said I had horrible teeth. Like i look like one of those monsters from the 'Alien' movies," accused this poor soul.
"All through college, you kept saying that," she added.
My first feeling was empathy. Seriously... I have feelings. But it was not for whatever personal defect that she thought she might had. I felt sorry that she accused ME! Of all people. If I remember correctly, which to my surprise, I did, I have never once made fun of her flawed features. I remember someone else did. Her ex or someone.
I felt sorry basically she was not one for comebacks.
"Are you sure it was me? Not your ex ka?" I said calmly. I wanted her to reply. I needed her to reply. Oh, i felt obnoxious. It was gagging to come out.
She paused. I think at the time she was contemplating on what to say. It was a long pause.
"Anyways, I NEED to get braces. But i don't know where at? Either JPMC or government? They say its quite expensive in JPMC," she was avoiding eye contact.
"Anywhere would be fine. You just need to book in advance," I said.
"Why? Lots of people in line ka?"
"No lah, they need to call Japan to get all the scraps of metal for your teeth. Scared not enough for your braces", and i was done.
Oh, that felt good. The nerve of some people. I hate being accused of something I didn't do. I mean seriously, I may not be the nicest person you know, but i'm not one to make someone else to feel bad about themselves. Unless they ask for it. I seriously don't see what the fuss is all about. Looks will only last you for how long. What you do will be remembered. Unless you've got assets the size of Borneo.
Wait. That's not right.
My bad.
Looks would last you for as long as you're young but to be remembered you've got to have a facet of yourself that sticks out. Literally, stick out. I will not paint you a picture or use colourful descriptions depicting parts of the anatomy that are well-emphasized. You are a grown person. By this I mean Bella. Yes you are a grown-up. Final year is it? Aww, we've come a long way haven't we?
Being beautiful isn't everything. It helps, true. But with beauty comes great complacency. People tend to give the pretty and shy away from the wicked (looking),
Its human nature I guess. To want something nice. How do you think diamonds are expensive and marbles cost dirt cheap? What is the deal with diamonds? Why is it so expensive again? Because its rare. So is square sausage but I don't see people paying tons of money for it.
It disturbs me that we find things beautiful because we were told they were. Oh, you may say that your opinion might differ from the rest of the world but can you safely say that you're not lying to yourself about it?
See, there's not standard for what rocks and what doesn't is there? There's just isn't. If tv says it is, then it is. If you find it not then the general public calls you weird. Its this whole sheep mentality thing.
Where am I going with this? I lost track. Its too long. I have no idea what this was about. So my friend needs dental work that only a shipment of metal the whole of japan can provide. How sad for her? She'll probably need a jackhammer, Thor's hammer and Zeus' lightning to get all that enamel in place by 2012. Seriously, no one person should have that much enamel. Elephants are envious i tell you. The enamel i mean not the halitosis. That i leave for another day.
How to throw a mint into someone's mouth without engaging eye contact?
Nite.
Currently listening to Michael Buble's 'Haven't Met You Yet'.
What? It's a nice song.
Well, screw you. A guy just can't catch a break without being scrutinized.
Yes, I know it's not one of the songs that I usually listen to or burn onto my cd. But its Michael Buble.
Laugh if you must. Go ahead. Mock me if you will. Yes, I listen to Michael Buble. He's no Metallica, but its a NICE song. There's nothing wrong with taking a break from the normal songs that I listen to.
I think I just condemned myself to more mockery.
Damn you and your judgemental eyes.
Ahhhh... Screw, i say it again, SCREW you.
Question: If you had a friend and she/he had a piece of booger hanging just right at the corner of his/her nose, would you tell her or ignore it even though you find it difficult to pry your eyes away from it? How silly is it that all the way that you're with this person, no matter how hard you try, you just can't help but look at it?
Its like hanging there looking at you and saying,'hey, look at me!!'
i find it hard to focus on anything else other than the offending object just begging to be picked at. Humans are silly. We find the silliest blemish and make it into Mt Everest. One moment you're talking talking to whatshisname and the next you're thinking about getting a kleenex for the poor bastard. Its so captivating and disgusting at the same time that the only thing that in on your mind is 'boogerboogerboogerbooger...'
So in any case, how would you tell this person without embarrassing them or without turning the rest of what would've been a perfect day into an awkward session where the person in question doesn't find any excuse to go home because he/she is embarrassed?
Or would they be grateful that you told them about it and see what a cool person you are?
So, currently listening to Kula Shaker 'Hey Dude'. Bye.
Time is a funny concept. It is everyday irony. When you are having fun, it flies. When you're bored as help, it comes to a screeching halt. I find that ironic. It is suppose to the only thing that is consistent. One thing that everyone can depend on. But why is it, when you want it to fly, it comes to an abrupt stop. And when you want it to stop it zooms at the speed of light.
I just find that ridiculous. Don't you?
Anyways, I have this throbbing vein in my head that just wants to go home. I mean this vein won't stop throbbing and I wanna go home. I'm at work by the way. And instead of waiting for time to fly, i'd rather do something productive.
Hmmm.. The word productive is funny. You can really stretch its usage. I like it. That is my word for the week. I've used it a number of times today. It's simply amazing.
I learned something else today. There's this expression: 'someone whose ball hasn't dropped'. I'm sure everyone's heard of it. It basically means someone very young or immature. Medically, when a male baby is developing in the womb of the mother, the testicles develop somewhere near the kidneys. During the gestation period as the fetus grows into a fully formed baby, the testicles slowly descends into the scrotum. Hence, the expression.
Why is time going so slow?
I'm not going to start this with an introduction. I don't feel like doodling around in a futile attempt to make you believe that this is a post worthy of a Pulitzer.
This is a post of utter rubbish and well.. More rubbish. If you've been reading here a lot then you of all people should know that. Now then onto whatever I was thinking about minus the precedence of an INTRODUCTION. Yes, I know. Its unheard of. The people of England shall hear of this monstrous degradation of their language.
I always liked him. I know he's a robot cat but Doraemon was a big part of my childhood while I was growing up. It was not the fact that he has the tendency to do good and help Nobita whenever possible, although I do find that Nobita was one selfish brat that was a pathetic idiot that needed help from his future self. It was his deep pockets that interest me. Really deep pockets. Its like a black hole. If you followed the series then you know what I'm talking about. I've seen gadgets the size of fridges pop out of that thing. You'd have to wonder though whether he had a large compartment of he's one of those people with large innies. And is Doraemon really a he? I will never know...
Now, He-Man as the name suggests was a real man. At least that was what the creators were trying to prove. He was a man's man. Who donned a very girlie hair do. What the fuck?? And the outfit. What is up with that? He looked like some performer of an S & M club from amsterdam. But he was the shitz back then. Seriously, loved the sword then.
I remember tv was very liberal back then. None of this censorship bullshit. There was this one anime I will always remember. Although I can't remember what it was called. Then again, I can't remember much other than the main character had her hind quarters up for display every week. Those were the good old years. Then those prunes at whatever committee had to implement 'censorship' and whatnot other nonsense. Its been more than 20 years since this has happened and I am still not pleased by the outcome. Its unnatural.
Well anyhow, should I have an ending? Should I really make an ending for something that just flops off the top of my head. Sometimes I don't understand what I write. I just feel the need to vent and short posts aren't my forte. It wouldn't be short at all. So this in, in coherence with my above notes, will not have an ending. It will just end. Like a bad Peter Andre ballad.. And apparently his singing career.
I cannot sleep. I have work later and i cant seem to relax. I seriously need to sleep.. A whole day of Red Bull isn't going to be healthy.
So why the long absence you may ask? I need clarity. To deal with my inner self, in hopes that my inner self can deal with the fact that it got me, the outer self.
I just realised that Brunei rains a lot. And when it rains, it drenches. It only took me two minutes just to get to my car today and i was already soaked to the bone. And now my car smells like wet dog. Because frankly cushions are not water friendly which is contradictory to the fact that cushion seats have a way of retaining moisture. I should get leather upholstery for my vehicle.
Seriously where does all this water come from? Somebody must have really did a good rain dance. No, make it two good of a rain shuffle. Too good of a job really.
Oh, let me tell you what happened the other nite. Everyone was fast asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, listening. There was this tense nonsensical like moan/groan coming from the floor below. I opened my door. I realised that it didn't sound human at all. Half awake, i trudge towards the stairs, still listening to the sound. This intense ballad of gibberish grew ever so familiar and yet disturbing. I had chills running down my spine.. I was curious as hell but a bit scared for the moment.
As i peered down the stairs, the lights were on. I was still trying to wake up as i made my way down. To my suprise, the sound and all that weird noise came from my friend's phone who was ironing at the time which was coincidentally 2 a.m. He was playing Bjork.
Who the fuck listens to Bjork when he irons? I knew i felt a disturbance in the force but that definitely took me by suprise.
Anyways, got to go. The title is random. I knew sheena would read it hence i knew she would read it. I don't know. She would have read it on her blog. I just realised she subscribes to a dead blog a.k.a this one.. Heh3 hello sheena tho ;p good nite everyone and for fuck's sake, stay off the bjork.
