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So we're here again.

As with all other major celebrations in my life, today's an appropriate day to feel emo.
It's been a good year. Could've been much better, but it was good. And i guess that's good enough.

But i'm not sure what to make of this year and the coming one. There's a lot of apprehension and i don't know if it's coming at the right time.

Still, life doesn't wait for our issues to fade away.
We can stock up on what we have, the things we want, the things we miss and hold on to the hope that we'll be fine.

We'll be fine.

#2

#2.1
One day, it will all make sense. We will see the point.

#2.2
There is a greater being watching down on us.

#2.3
Not everyone will find someone. Some because they're fussy, some unfortunate.

#2.4
Everyone has something to give to the world.

#2.5
There's good in everybody. But our worlds bring the worse out of us.

#2.6
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

#2.7
Silence is a good place to be.

#2.8
We should always follow that wee voice in our hearts.

#2.9
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

destiny

On certain days, I get paid to lounge my lazy ass on some plush Italian leather, get an OSIM chair massage and munch on M&M's. Unfortunately, these days don't come by often enough. But when they do, it's easy to think that people in this business get paid (sometimes obscene amounts) to sit around, crack mindless, immature jokes and pretend to know what we're doing.

Which is, of course, irrefutably true.

But these are the good days, on the right hand side of the spectrum. I've spent enough time on the left to know that there is no middle ground here.

It also helps that there's only 3 more days to go. Notwithstanding certain tragedies that might require me to go and caress some wood now, I'll be off for a 20-day escapade of sin, debauchery and total laziness.

Ahh, how I miss lying around doing absolutely nothing.
Silence. Air-cond. Beer. Something made of pork. TV. The PS2. Bed. A good book. Rain. A languid soundtrack. Maybe a comforting presence on the side.

That, my friends, is the life that we truly deserve.

stupid country

So suddenly we're going to "wage war on Ah Longs", after some crackpot decides to serve his kids klorox soup and cooking gas for dinner.

What about those fuckheads who ride around town in their stupid bikes oh mr deputy pm? Incidentally, they are your fellow Melayus. I almost knocked one down the other night by the way, after he decided to stop in the middle of the fucking road to have a lovely evening conversation with his fellow fucktarts. How wish i did. One less fuckface in the world at least.

And they say we're a fucking harmonious, interracial country. Maybe we are. But when you leave the country in the hands of wankers who have their faces so far up the PM's ass he doesn't need a toilet bowl anymore, it will be about "them". Imagine if the rempits were Chinese?

That aside, read the stupid papers. Politicians take swipes at each other. Who's daughter made it on a blog this week? Who's fucking grocery store is blocking the bloody 5-foot walkway? And the toll prices go up. And the king has a 400 million new pad (I'm still not sure what he's good for/does). And Malacca wants to build a revolving-fucking-tower. To see if the Dutch is coming to takeover their sorry ass again?

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
At least Bangkok serves beer at roadside stalls.
And i can fucking eat pork-anything.