Random thoughts on a cold night

Ever met someone you haven't seen in a long time and thought, 'Man, you really let yourself go...'

Ever wondered what's wrong with yourself because you can't successfully seduce someone?

Ever wondered if you really want what you have or you want what you can't have more?

Ever wondered what you really want to do with your life?

Ever wanted to go trekking in Mongolia?

Ever wondered why it's so goddamn cold and yet you won't turn off the air-conditioner even though you are shivering as you type this?

Ever thought that the question, 'which came first, the chicken or the egg' is equivalent to 'which came first, the woman or the baby'?

Ever wondered if the tendency to complicate life is ingrained or acquired?

I haven't had an inspiring streak in a long time. It's just work, home, drink on weekends lately. Here goes.

So, it's the end of the year and I'm supposed to write a recap of this year's past events. It's been sad, happy, boring, and somewhat life-changing. I've made new friends, and I haven't managed to lose any old ones. That's a very good thing, because with every year we gain, we somehow seem to lose friends for a variety of reasons.

I lost my granma but she will live on with us till we ourselves in turn die. I will tell her story to my children, if I have any, and I will tell them about how great a person she was (and how nobody, EVER, can everevereverever outcook her).

Larry moved back to KL, and as society dictates, the man's career is more important than the woman's (the feminist in me cries bullsheeeeeet you focker). Therefore, I'm expected to follow him to KL. However, facing the facts, there ought to be more chances for me in KL than in Penang. Logically, with or without Larry, I ought to move to KL to get that dream job. Unfortunately, I love Penang, and I'm very much attached to my family. So no KL for the time being. Time will tell. Besides, KL sucks.

But more about the long distance. It's alright, actually. I have my own time, and my own up-to-no-good activities. I see him roughly twice a month, and although it's never enough, it's too expensive to travel any more frequent. We don't do much special when we see each other, besides an occasional outing to the zoo/bird park. I enjoy doing the things that we don't do enough, eg. catch a movie, mall ratting, and playing dota because I miss the times when we used to live in the same state. Point of the matter is, I took for granted when we used to see each other every night, and it's the little things that matter.

I made new friends, and I lately got back to roots with an old friend of mine. I also got a tattoo, and I'm planning to get an extension next month because some random person I saw has the same exact fucking tattoo. Serves me right for getting a design off the web.

My best friend is expecting, and I'll be an uncle next year!

Work's been so far so good, at the least. I'm praying hard for an increment.

So come 31st December, rest assured ladies and gents, unless something malign pops up, Julia Tan will be contentedly raping her beer mug and toasting to the new year.

I don't understand girls calling their friends or themselves bitches, that sorta thing. You know how it goes. They see each other and go 'Bitchesssss!' 'I missed you, bitch!' 'How's my bitch been?'
You don't hear guys calling each other 'Hey dickwad, what's up?' or ''Sup, my asshole?' or even 'Haven't seen you in a while, prick!' (the proper response would be 'Dude, just look down, or did yours drop off?')

Another rant about non-smokers

Recently I was in a mall, smoking outside the door with my colleagues when this woman passed by and started waving her hand frantically in front of her nose.
I wanted to put my cigarette out in her eye.
Today I watched the Reckless Tortuga PSA about non-smokers, and was tempted to read the comments regarding the video (still can't make up my mind about the tone of the video).
There was lot of garbage about second hand smoke.
Okay, I understand it smells bad, like b.o. It's rude to tell someone you don't really know that they stink. It's just not very nice. But to say that we're giving you cancer because you inhale that second hand smoke everytime you pass by, or if you're unfortunately downwind, then I suggest you never walk by the road side because oh man those fumes from exhausts burning gas and chemicals and whatnot are really bad for you too.
Don't fucking drive a car you idiot. Matter of fact, don't take buses too because you'll be supporting smog and noxious gasses. I could say, keep your car away from me, you're killing my lungs I don't want to smell third hand smoke nooooo car drivers are such murderers!
You know what? They should put pictures of aborted babies and black lungs on the sides of vehicles too. I might just start a campaign.
Idiots who bitch. Bandwagonners.

Another Facebook laziness (Google is right at your fingertips):

Today is the first time ever that I've seen l'Arc de Triomphe spelt as 'Arche le Droume.' WTF is that? Sounds like the sneeze of a dromedary camel.

//facepalm

My colleague recently sent me a link to www.lamebook.com, a website which shows some of the dumbest Facebook postings ever.

Reading all those horrible, horrible status updates, I'm reminded of my village Facebook idiot. Shitforbrains can't spell, has no sense of grammar, and she's doing her Masters in English.

If Shitforbrains is reading this, yes, I mean you. Please stop updating your status with anal-repulsive comments.

Here are some examples:

... agrrrrrrrr........ work longer than me but what also like dunno ***VOMITS BLOOD*** and hv to keep asking me, "What to do?", "Who to ask for the fillings?", etc etc, etc.... ANNOYING wen myself adi vry busy....... grrrrrrr...... wanna BOOM!!!!!

note: some of her colleagues are on her friends list. and 'wanna BOOM!!!!'? good god wtf is that.

... had the worst dinner ever... Chinese food a.k.a come out WORST THAN MALAY FOOD!!!

note: Malay food is good okay. you have the worst taste buds ever.

... it's either to froze the soup or totally forget abt flying it there?

note: it's 'freeze' you dipshit you making me shit a brick

... head feels so empty at the moment.

note: whaddaya mean 'at the moment'? it's always empty!

.. is................................................

note: ..........................................................

... the hardest word for me to bare is always "Goodbye" and at times it makes it depressing.

note: yes, she's doing her Masters in English. I fear for our children.

... sprained her rite angkle >.<

note: Masters in English FFS! MASTERS! how the fuck did she even pass her MUET??

... is longing for the belonging of the longing...

note: WTF?

... feels like having thorns in the throat.

note: be my guest

... is enjoying her Sunday morning at Boarder's Starbucks... ^.^

note: christ, she can't even spell the freaking bookstore!

Most of her updates revolve around how sleepy she is, how she wants to go back to sleep, how she needs more sleep, which goes to prove that she's just a pig that can type.

True story

I remembered this incident after watching a video of a brave dog saving another dog that got hit by a car on a busy road.
I saw a 4-wheel drive run over a goat.
A goat. Not a dog, not a cat, but a freakin' goat.
This was along Bagan Jermal road, in front of the fire station. The goat was trying to cross the road (it's a dumb goat after all) and the 4-wheel drive didn't even bother to slow down and just WHAMPOW right into it.
Poor goat. After getting run over by the blindass dumbass driver, I figured its legs were probably broken as it was just lying on the road, still alive, bleating its heart out.
I thought about stopping to help it, but what could I have done? I don't eat kambing, anyway.
But goddamn, the driver ran over a goat!

Typhoon, tsunami, earthquake, global epidemic. Not to start the apocalypse nonsense, but it is getting steadily scarier.
So if the world ends tomorrow, I want everyone to know that I love you, and I never meant to hurt you with malicious, wicked intentions. I'm sorry for any trespasses, and I love you.

I have a few Indian friends who like calling their friends by the name of a food, ie. capati. It sounds fine, though. It's cute. I don't mind being called capati.
However, imagine if I were to call my friends by the name of a type of Chinese food.

"Hey, Hokkien Mee. What you doing?"

or

"Eh Char Siu Pau, how are you?"

Nope, doesn't work.

I guess I kinda envy those who never seem to stop studying. Those my age, I mean. I had no choice but to rush through my varsity life because I didn't want to be stuck in a place that didn't really inspire me. I see people I know who are in private colleges, usually abroad, who are still doing the same course after so many years. They never seem to finish studying! It's understandable if it's medicine or their Masters/PHD, but a BA in Arts? I didn't know that it was necessary to spend 6 years pursuing a degree in Communications. Why finish so fast, and begin the next part of your life? I suppose if you can afford to, you can put graduation off. Silly me, to have been working for more than a year already. I should have just failed and failed in USM. I mean, the fees weren't expensive, and I could still be slacking about.
Sigh. I'm just jealous that my daddy wasn't rich enough to afford any failure in my education. But the idea of me being 24 and still trying to get my first degree is a little embarrasing. Just a little.