it's my brother's last night over here at malaysia.
and he has his friends over.
and they're laughing a lot.
they laugh just the same as my sis and i do when we're with nat and hui mei.
the really crackstatic, sugar high, 100% pass mental hopistal kind of laugh.
it also reminds me of the way we laugh. meaning my friends and i.
like those times we play bang.
GOING HEHEHHOHOHOHOHOAHH!HO!H!HH!AHAH and then start to have muscle spasm.
then the face pulls a muscle and the same grin remains on it throughout the entire period.
i duno, i guess everyone's the same in a way after all.
in our comfort zone, a circle of closed ones, we all behave exactly the same, i guess.
only thing, too many circles in the world.
......
ok........... i know it's another nonsensical post again.
......
-goes back to dynasty warriors-
......
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
lol dont kill me
from a Greek philosopher, Epictectus;
“Nature gave us one tongue and two ears so we could hear twice as much as we speak.”
that really makes sense.
but what about our pair of eyes that have to deal with ten fingers through online chatting?
*gets bricked, shot and impaled*
..why am i so lame.
ahahahahaahaha, k g'nights. o.o'
“Nature gave us one tongue and two ears so we could hear twice as much as we speak.”
that really makes sense.
but what about our pair of eyes that have to deal with ten fingers through online chatting?
*gets bricked, shot and impaled*
..why am i so lame.
ahahahahaahaha, k g'nights. o.o'
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
from a 360 degree point of view
the other day we celebrated my brother's early birthday dinner at a seafood restaurant since he's gonna go back to aussie soon.
the restaurant was packed with people so having nothing else better to do we stared at the fish swimming around like it was the most exciting thing in the world(it was actually..in d restaurant. staring elsewhere would make me see people eat, and seeing people eat would make me hungrier....)
a woman passed by a bucket and went ewww.
curiousity killed the cat that never died so my sis and i stepped in closer to see what the hell was actually so revolting in the bucket.
the bucket was small, and there was a massive amount of eels taking occupancy in there.
all lifeless, unmoving, piled on top one another.
which got worm thinking. again.
despite the cheery mood the other customers seemed to be radiating into the atmosphere,
back then it suddenly shrunk into something more gloomy and dark.
survival of the fittest eh?
the aquariums were small, but what's the point of preparing something so grand for something that's gonna die anyways right..
all the fish acted like they had no more hope left to live(which they actually dont, well not much longer), just floating still at one spot, sharing their 'home' with 239048230948 other brothers and sisters.
cant blame them, even if they wanna live life to their fullest before their own grave, there's too little space of them to go swimming around vibrantly.
an employee came, and without batting an eyelid, caught a fish, separating it from its pack, and into another bucket it went.
only this time without water.
the fish struggled viciously, immediately noticing the oxygen getting sucked out of its life.
the amout of force and struggle was displayed through the vigorous movement of the pail, the loud flapping of its tail against the plastic.
another two joined its fate, only in separate buckets.
two gave up halfway, another one continued to fight all the way till it was brought into the kitchen.
struggling was futile because no matter what, no miracle was going to happen.
unless i suddenly step forward and say "HAY YOU UNHAND THE FISH YOU FOUL FIEND IM TAKING IT HOME" but that would only lead to me getting smacked the living shit out of me by both my parents.
one thought strayed to another, and i started thinking about those who were sentenced to death penalty.
usually, before they forcibly depart a person from the world, they will throw a grand feast for said person right?
and also obviously, for a fish, i doubt anyone would throw a grand feast. maybe throwing a can of worms wouldnt hurt ey? but i guess a usual reaction would be, it's just a fish in a restaurant.
and then the train of thoughts continued on from there, going off track.
maybe it would better too if the fish led a terrible life to the end, because death would be a blissful escape from the chains of life.
i mean, if i were sentenced to death penalty, led a degrading life to the last day of my life, i probably would be like 'oy take me already, life on Earth is tough.'
but if someone WERE to feed me all the joys of the world, and rekindle the life in me, reminding me that such joys still exist at this side of the world, i'll be like 'shit damnit i duwan to die yet i wanna eat more roast chickens damnit.' then i would have regrets parting from the world because i never got to eat more roast chickens. and become a lost soul, wandering around, in an everlasting search for my roast chicken.
which would actually be pretty easy to find, only thing i cant eat it. so i'll probably be making spooky noises when i see people eating roast chicken.
ahhhh okay i duwan to jinx myself.
im not trying act out like an empathic and sensitive and sweet, caring girl whose living soul bleeds every time i see a fish getting its head chopped out.
...okay maybe that's wad it is?
OKAY! I DONO! WADEVA!
ANYWAYS I DIGRESSED!
just that sometimes i really do wonder.
then turn vegetarian la!
thing is,..i can't.
precisely i dowan to.
i hate veggies. they dont taste as good as meat.
it's like a sin. it's like chocolate!!
so i guess that makes me a hypocrite.
meh, i hate conflicted feelings that dont make sense after a while.
oh well. g'nights.
the restaurant was packed with people so having nothing else better to do we stared at the fish swimming around like it was the most exciting thing in the world(it was actually..in d restaurant. staring elsewhere would make me see people eat, and seeing people eat would make me hungrier....)
a woman passed by a bucket and went ewww.
curiousity killed the cat that never died so my sis and i stepped in closer to see what the hell was actually so revolting in the bucket.
the bucket was small, and there was a massive amount of eels taking occupancy in there.
all lifeless, unmoving, piled on top one another.
which got worm thinking. again.
despite the cheery mood the other customers seemed to be radiating into the atmosphere,
back then it suddenly shrunk into something more gloomy and dark.
survival of the fittest eh?
the aquariums were small, but what's the point of preparing something so grand for something that's gonna die anyways right..
all the fish acted like they had no more hope left to live(which they actually dont, well not much longer), just floating still at one spot, sharing their 'home' with 239048230948 other brothers and sisters.
cant blame them, even if they wanna live life to their fullest before their own grave, there's too little space of them to go swimming around vibrantly.
an employee came, and without batting an eyelid, caught a fish, separating it from its pack, and into another bucket it went.
only this time without water.
the fish struggled viciously, immediately noticing the oxygen getting sucked out of its life.
the amout of force and struggle was displayed through the vigorous movement of the pail, the loud flapping of its tail against the plastic.
another two joined its fate, only in separate buckets.
two gave up halfway, another one continued to fight all the way till it was brought into the kitchen.
struggling was futile because no matter what, no miracle was going to happen.
unless i suddenly step forward and say "HAY YOU UNHAND THE FISH YOU FOUL FIEND IM TAKING IT HOME" but that would only lead to me getting smacked the living shit out of me by both my parents.
one thought strayed to another, and i started thinking about those who were sentenced to death penalty.
usually, before they forcibly depart a person from the world, they will throw a grand feast for said person right?
and also obviously, for a fish, i doubt anyone would throw a grand feast. maybe throwing a can of worms wouldnt hurt ey? but i guess a usual reaction would be, it's just a fish in a restaurant.
and then the train of thoughts continued on from there, going off track.
maybe it would better too if the fish led a terrible life to the end, because death would be a blissful escape from the chains of life.
i mean, if i were sentenced to death penalty, led a degrading life to the last day of my life, i probably would be like 'oy take me already, life on Earth is tough.'
but if someone WERE to feed me all the joys of the world, and rekindle the life in me, reminding me that such joys still exist at this side of the world, i'll be like 'shit damnit i duwan to die yet i wanna eat more roast chickens damnit.' then i would have regrets parting from the world because i never got to eat more roast chickens. and become a lost soul, wandering around, in an everlasting search for my roast chicken.
which would actually be pretty easy to find, only thing i cant eat it. so i'll probably be making spooky noises when i see people eating roast chicken.
ahhhh okay i duwan to jinx myself.
im not trying act out like an empathic and sensitive and sweet, caring girl whose living soul bleeds every time i see a fish getting its head chopped out.
...okay maybe that's wad it is?
OKAY! I DONO! WADEVA!
ANYWAYS I DIGRESSED!
just that sometimes i really do wonder.
then turn vegetarian la!
thing is,..i can't.
precisely i dowan to.
i hate veggies. they dont taste as good as meat.
it's like a sin. it's like chocolate!!
so i guess that makes me a hypocrite.
meh, i hate conflicted feelings that dont make sense after a while.
oh well. g'nights.
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