Feeling : Absolutely incensed
Listening to : the squidgy sound my stress relieving squeeze thingy makes & ironically, Shakira's La tortura
You know when start blogging this much that i'm either getting very very antsy , or wayyy too many things have gotten on my nerves lately. Its a little bit of both actually.
MANNnn i need to get away from my parents. Dey...Charl...when the hell are you gonna go down to Singapore ar? Before the 18th kan? Cepat cepat must settle. Between mom's neverending lectures on values and dad's obsessive lectures about safety and running commentaries on ANYTHING on TV, i really cannot tahan already. I have my late nights out like what...2-3 times a week? And its almost always someting innocuous enough like Dota or random yum-cha ing and i have to fuckin put up with a 'balik lewat lewat tak manis' lecture every fuckin next fuckin day. Who the hell cares? Not like i'm some village belle yang mesti kontrol reputation or something. Fuck that shit. What the hell is the fuckin point of that line " Yes we know you're technically an adult" if they still berate you like a fuckin kid? Not like i'm out smoking crack or anything.
Another funny thing - my mom has this fixed image of ALL cybercafes as a front for drugs and where leery shady gangland people meet to conduct illicit deals - and she will believe nothing else. WHAT.THE.FUCK. She even refuses to go near one, so i can't even show her its just friends kicking each other's asses at games, or the occasional unbathed foreign worker emailing home or some antisocial gimps playing MMORPGs or that stupid keyboard rythm game. Bah.
Still on the subject of the oh-so unjust attempts to clip my wings. The horrible haze we're using now? Sure its very very unpleasant but not life-threatening. The last time i checked, i was neither asthmatic or especially prone to respiratory problems. Sure as hell doesn't stop my parents using it as another excuse to keep me from going out. Naturally because of that alone, ( and not the fact that i taste rubber and steel the minute i open the doors) i've developed a vendetta for the haze and all the things that caused it. Obviously, the number one cause was slash & burn farmers down in Sumatra. And i'm sure local farmers burning rice husks chip in here and there too.
Dude, weight the survival of the odd tiny barely self sufficient farming community that just exists without contributing anything to society against the economic health ( tourism especially) political chaos ( NGOs bitching with the Enviroment ministry), Health issues ( apparently the haze does fuck up old folks, kids and certain people) and the related inconveniences of a certain neighbouring country. Send another tsunami their way, i say. Hey - it'll put out any fires still going, the sudden water and air current change should bring more precipitation our way, and it will go further towards solving their overpopulation problem. Juuust being practical.
I might have gone a little bit overboard on that , but fuckit. I don't need anymore things happening that will crimp any of my holiday fun directly or otherwise. Nothing short of the hand of god physically restaining me himself is gonna keep me at home. Dumbass farmers.
Listening to : the squidgy sound my stress relieving squeeze thingy makes & ironically, Shakira's La tortura
You know when start blogging this much that i'm either getting very very antsy , or wayyy too many things have gotten on my nerves lately. Its a little bit of both actually.
MANNnn i need to get away from my parents. Dey...Charl...when the hell are you gonna go down to Singapore ar? Before the 18th kan? Cepat cepat must settle. Between mom's neverending lectures on values and dad's obsessive lectures about safety and running commentaries on ANYTHING on TV, i really cannot tahan already. I have my late nights out like what...2-3 times a week? And its almost always someting innocuous enough like Dota or random yum-cha ing and i have to fuckin put up with a 'balik lewat lewat tak manis' lecture every fuckin next fuckin day. Who the hell cares? Not like i'm some village belle yang mesti kontrol reputation or something. Fuck that shit. What the hell is the fuckin point of that line " Yes we know you're technically an adult" if they still berate you like a fuckin kid? Not like i'm out smoking crack or anything.
Another funny thing - my mom has this fixed image of ALL cybercafes as a front for drugs and where leery shady gangland people meet to conduct illicit deals - and she will believe nothing else. WHAT.THE.FUCK. She even refuses to go near one, so i can't even show her its just friends kicking each other's asses at games, or the occasional unbathed foreign worker emailing home or some antisocial gimps playing MMORPGs or that stupid keyboard rythm game. Bah.
Still on the subject of the oh-so unjust attempts to clip my wings. The horrible haze we're using now? Sure its very very unpleasant but not life-threatening. The last time i checked, i was neither asthmatic or especially prone to respiratory problems. Sure as hell doesn't stop my parents using it as another excuse to keep me from going out. Naturally because of that alone, ( and not the fact that i taste rubber and steel the minute i open the doors) i've developed a vendetta for the haze and all the things that caused it. Obviously, the number one cause was slash & burn farmers down in Sumatra. And i'm sure local farmers burning rice husks chip in here and there too.
Dude, weight the survival of the odd tiny barely self sufficient farming community that just exists without contributing anything to society against the economic health ( tourism especially) political chaos ( NGOs bitching with the Enviroment ministry), Health issues ( apparently the haze does fuck up old folks, kids and certain people) and the related inconveniences of a certain neighbouring country. Send another tsunami their way, i say. Hey - it'll put out any fires still going, the sudden water and air current change should bring more precipitation our way, and it will go further towards solving their overpopulation problem. Juuust being practical.
I might have gone a little bit overboard on that , but fuckit. I don't need anymore things happening that will crimp any of my holiday fun directly or otherwise. Nothing short of the hand of god physically restaining me himself is gonna keep me at home. Dumbass farmers.
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