I find it strange how there are times when its midweek and my weekend is still not planned out, and I begin to wonder what I should be doing and if I should even plan. And just when its Thursday morning and I resign myself to having a nice quiet weekend with the family or my books and I get a string of messages and phonecalls.
Mind you, a string or messages and phone calls while I'm DRIVING at night, just after I pull out of the guardhouse. No calls no messages in the day, nothing. Then wham, an influx.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Smile, and the world thinks you're strange
There are days when you're tired and hungry and you enter a shopping mall or a food court or some establishment and its packed to the brim. You can't feel help but feel agitated at the teeming millions for taking up your rights to space and fresh air, and sometimes, sunshine. Oh the horrors, don't these people have to work?! Why can't I find a seat?! Damn it.
Then there are other days when you're on your feet, raring to go, your eyes are peeled, you're feeling smug. The same scenario unfolds before you, only this time you notice the things you hadn't seen yesterday. The magic of the invisible hands never ceases to amaze you. The classical caretaker of the freemarkets ensuring everything's in place. Suddenly the supply and demand of goods in just that one mall overloads your mind and you think about where the dustin came from, the paint on it, the power socket on the wall, the screws on it, the tiles on the floor, the airconditioners, its parts, the signboards, the ink on it, the paper, the posters, the clothes people wear, the potted plants, the exit signs, the lights, the fixtures, the wood panelling, the soap in the toilet, the flush, the hand dryer as you walk out, the air purifier in the doughnut store, the jam in your doughnut, the eggs in the flour.
Of course, you too are part of the magic of the invisible hands and nothing can release you from its grip. But you my friend, want to be part of the supply of things, so that you may demand ferraris and GCBs while the rest of the world that you're smiling at thinks you're strange, and that the mall is just too damn crowded.
Then there are other days when you're on your feet, raring to go, your eyes are peeled, you're feeling smug. The same scenario unfolds before you, only this time you notice the things you hadn't seen yesterday. The magic of the invisible hands never ceases to amaze you. The classical caretaker of the freemarkets ensuring everything's in place. Suddenly the supply and demand of goods in just that one mall overloads your mind and you think about where the dustin came from, the paint on it, the power socket on the wall, the screws on it, the tiles on the floor, the airconditioners, its parts, the signboards, the ink on it, the paper, the posters, the clothes people wear, the potted plants, the exit signs, the lights, the fixtures, the wood panelling, the soap in the toilet, the flush, the hand dryer as you walk out, the air purifier in the doughnut store, the jam in your doughnut, the eggs in the flour.
Of course, you too are part of the magic of the invisible hands and nothing can release you from its grip. But you my friend, want to be part of the supply of things, so that you may demand ferraris and GCBs while the rest of the world that you're smiling at thinks you're strange, and that the mall is just too damn crowded.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I think, therefore I am
How the hell do i shoot a 89 playing off the whites today, when I shot an 80 last thursday playing off blue at the same freaking course?! And why did I have to play that shit during a tournament, together with bets on?! How did I mess up the longest drive?! Glory to the brave my foot! Ive not been so annoyed at myself over golf!!
Nothing like a pretty face to take the rage away. Good thing at least 1 tiger beer girl was pleasing to the eye or I'd feel like shit the entire day.
Lucky thing I was in good company too. Its just a bit scary hanging out with uncle A. because he talks to everyone and jokingly talks shit to everybody and I think one day we're all gonna get hammered. For real.
I'm obviously doing myself a disservice about Friday when its without a doubt one heck of a mountaineous huge gigantic mountaineous big ass uphill 90 degree slope high altitude 99% failure climb. But still, I try. Fool.
Nothing like a pretty face to take the rage away. Good thing at least 1 tiger beer girl was pleasing to the eye or I'd feel like shit the entire day.
Lucky thing I was in good company too. Its just a bit scary hanging out with uncle A. because he talks to everyone and jokingly talks shit to everybody and I think one day we're all gonna get hammered. For real.
I'm obviously doing myself a disservice about Friday when its without a doubt one heck of a mountaineous huge gigantic mountaineous big ass uphill 90 degree slope high altitude 99% failure climb. But still, I try. Fool.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Man on the run
Honest, good, peace loving citizens usually bask in the knowledge there are the courts of law for civil justice, and the police for law enforcement. When the unfortunate and unexpected happens, they first turn to the police, and then sometimes they weep and cry, and the shock and audacity of their perpetrator overwhelms them. Anger, rage, and hatred for the uncivilised. The police will get them, I'll sue him they say. Justice is fair.
Time passes, the rage dies down, but the hate still remains. The police say their doing their best, the court has no evidence. What can a good citizen do? Join the police and be a tough guy? Life isn't as dramatic as in the movies.
Turn to the right friends-- But some people treat them like the church, going only when there's trouble. And they dont want to be in their debt. Well the only debt is loyalty my friend.
Time passes, the rage dies down, but the hate still remains. The police say their doing their best, the court has no evidence. What can a good citizen do? Join the police and be a tough guy? Life isn't as dramatic as in the movies.
Turn to the right friends-- But some people treat them like the church, going only when there's trouble. And they dont want to be in their debt. Well the only debt is loyalty my friend.
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