What's in my head (for the moment)...part deux

1. Guilty pleasures
2. Impulsive buying
3. Reckless driving

What do they have in common?

My guess is, they tend leave the impression that one is irresponsible and/or an infantile egomaniac.

A person thinks that because he has a more powerful machine, he can stomp the rest of the road users into submission. Or was he just trying to impress the young lady riding shotgun? Hard to say. All things considered (especially the amount of weight my tub's carrying around), I did rather well at not submitting to his consistant tailgating.

My gripe of the day. And that was it.

Fast forward a day from my last blog...

TSOML...yet again

Am I too persistant? Naggy perhaps? No idea. But for fear of pissing someone off, I get nervous and freak out if that person doesn't answer the phone after I've called twice. Mobile phones are disgusting gadgets. It robs you of privacy (although one might argue that there's always the pwoer switch. But if you keep switching it off, what's stopping you from not having one in the first place?).

Freedom should be a right. Not a privilege. After all, I didn't ask to be born in this or any country. People who are lost tend to look for leadership. Those that can't be bothered, as long as they're not too inconvenienced by whatever leadership is in place, obviously have a good life going for them.

And why the hell bother? What I earn should be what I can keep. I pay for what I use, and no more. But nope. Society doesn't work that way. It's way too time consuming to calculate the amount of taxes paid that way and most would probably end up paying more.

I do enjoy a good TV programme. Sad to say, that there're hardly any nowadays BUT, I've read in the papers (for which I have little faith in), that there's a new series that's out there. How does one write an unbiased review of the programme if the employer also owns the station that's airing it? A pretty difficult task, especially in Singapore.

This tiny speck of land which we call home. Zap...back to the past. I was born on March 14, 1971 (am I really that old already?). I suppose, most of my childhood memories are fuzzy and in a chronological mess. However, I do remember incidents happening when I was pretty young. Or don't I? Photographs help relive certain memories. One of my earliest would be...the time when I was about three, and dad & mom brought my 2 sisters and I to Cameron Highlands. I remember it because:

1. I recently saw a photo taken while we were on the trip
2. I needed to pee urgently and it was about the first time I realised that I could actually control my bladder and;
3. The freakin' jumpsuit that mom made me wear was dead uncomfortable and kept running up the crack between my butt cheeks (oh yes, I was quite a chubby kid and had a pair of buns).

But apart from the fact that I remember those details, the rest of the trip is lost to me. Perhaps, hypnosis might help bring those memories back.

I suppose I'm writing this in case I forget about what I have in my mind at 2am in the morning. This getting old thing...it's really getting on my nerves.

Not being able to see someone that you have feelings for tends to feel like you're suffering from withdrawal symptoms. I get that uneasy feeling in my stomach. I tend to live for the moment since I don't know when exactly my short, lack-of-purpose life would end. That's pretty pessimistic don't you think? I'm having that uneasy feeling now. Thinking about someone special...and that's very distracting (especially when they ignore my phone calls).

Tomorrow (or later this morning), I'll be headed down to the Bug Eyes. Some pictures that have been taken of the place look good but some others really do no justice. I can't say that every photograph I've taken as a professional has ended up good, but I do believe that a large raio of them are actually passable (to me that is). I'm my worst photography critic. Perhaps it's because of the lack of self confidence.

Ah...self confidence. I think I'll talk a little more about that in my next entry. To sign off again, I'm gonna put into writing (which is almost equivelent to blood), something to get off my chest.

How can I develop feelings when I've already got them? Issn't it strange how the mind, body and soul plays tricks? It's sad. Not being able to see someone special has made me cranky, moody and someone a pain to be with. A short spoken word or two made up for some of that but the disappointment's still there. Well, tomorrow/today is the sabbeth day. I guess there was nothing created. That's probably why my creativity is on a low. I'll think about that too.

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