Daily Archive for July 9th, 2007

I HATE TIME

I had talked about time before, in a much civilised and calm manner, but my attitude towards it now at turned hostile and I am very irritated by this stupid concept called time.

For the entire week last week I was looking forward to sunday to come, so that I can spend a day with my gir.lfriend swimming and eating sushi (not both at the same time.) The days wear on and wears me down. Each day a new set of activities is trusted upon me which I have no choice but to follow through. My headache gets worst and worst each day.

Saturday finally come and it is time for me to book out to enjoy a sunday with my girlfriend. And sunday is all over now. In the morning I was looking forward to going for a swim, and before I know it it is time to leave the pool. And then I was looking forward to eating the sushi and the next moment I felt very full and paid the bill. TIme flies and it is soon time to go to the camp to endure yet another week. Upon this thought I almost cried at the sushi shop just now. My head fucking hurts. I couldn’t understand time anymore. I don’t even know how to explain how I feel. It is not in the dictionary.

Everytime a fantastic event end I will end up wishing I can rewind time and live through it again. I so desperately want now to be saturday night and not sunday night that I am crying very badly as I type this and I am missing my girlfriend alot.

I donno how to kope with all this anymore. I thought trying to get back to my old state of mind and try to write a normal blog entry (the one about the old lady) can help me to keep my mind of its pain and problems but I failed. I really really need help.

I am having a problem understanding the fucking time and my head hurts because of it. Whenever my head hurts I start digging my nails into my flesh and that hurts too. Then I also start crying and waste a hell lot of water.

God or whatever Buddha or wat other shit you are please give me to ability to control time.

I am a slave to time. I am bounded by time. I hate it. I fucking resent it.

FUCK U TIME!

WHY DO I FEEL SO ANGRY AND STRESSED AND HEADACHE AND FUCKED UP WHENEVER A HAPPY EVENT IS OVER? WHY CAN”T TIME FUCKING LET IT LAST FOREVER? WHY CAN’T I DO WHAT I WANT ALL THE TIME? WHY MUST THINGS BE OVER? WHY CANNOT LAST FOREVER? I WANT DOING HAPPY THINGS AND BEING HAPPY WITH MY GIRLFRIEND TO LAST FOREVER. WHY IS THERE AN END TO EVERY SINGLE FUCKING HAPPY THING? WHY MUST IT BE TIME TO GO HOME IF I AM OUT HAPPY WITH MY LIFE? WHY MUST TIME BE OVER IF I TAKE PART IN HAPPY ACTIVITY? FUCKING CHEEBYE YOU TIME. I WANT TO CONTROL THE TIME.
I WANT TO CONTROL HOW TIME FLOWS. PLEASE GIVE ME THE POWER TO DO THAT YOU FUCKING TIME. BE MY SLAVE FUCKING TIME. STOP SCREWING WITH MY BRAIN YOU FUCKING BASTARD. FUCK U!!njklnblkuhj n:oiuvASBVD TFGE4WAM5EHGT6WQG3v4 weq bt;oksjgm aiweb jiera jiba spbgkm owt[0ibwt

THERE IS NO HAPPY THING TO LOOK FORWARD TO AFTER EACH HAPPY TIME EXCEPT GO BACK THERE IN CAMP. THEN WAIT FOR ANOTHER SHORT HAPPY TIME AND THEN GO BACK TO THAT PLACE AGAIN. I WANT ALL MY HAPPY TIME TO LAST. I DON’T MIND BE DEAD AS LONG AS I CAN FREEZE A SINGLE MOMENT OF HAPPINESS IN MY MIND. I WANT MY LIFE. I DON’T WANT FUCKING &^@ t#&**&#*() TO CONTROL MY LIFE. I WANT TO CONTROL EVERYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE INCLUDING TIME. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO END STUPID THINGS QUICK AND LENGTHEN THE DURATION OF HAPPY THINGS. FUCKING TIME ALWAYS DO IT THE OTHER WAY ROUND.

I HATE TIME I WANT TO CONTROL IT MY HEAD HURTS PLEASE HELP MEKAL;SFJD LOK;

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Give up your seat to those who wants it

I was on the LRT train chatting happily with my girlfriend when I overheard someone in her 60s (although still healthy looking, and very fit), thanking someone else for giving up the seat to her, and commenting aloud (more like announcing) that old people give up seats for other old people, and that young kids nowadays cannot be depended upon to give up seats.

On her newly acquired throne on the LRT, she went on to lecture the entire LRT worth of passengers about how kids nowadays pretends to be sleeping when they see old people boarding a public transport, how she once gave up a seat to some one who is old but actually younger than her, how she felt about it, and how Singapore is doomed to be run by youngsters who only knows how to pretend to sleep on a public transport went an old person enters and has no seat, all in perfectly sound and fluent english, and while giving my girlfriend and I weird stares that I almost thought her eyes needed medical attention.

Just to clarify, I wasn’t sleeping, I was chatting with my girlfriend. And also I do not have my attention on both the doors of the LRT at all time, at high alert, with my muscle tensed, ready to spring up and give up my seat to any old person who care to enter the transport vehicle.

That aside, I certainly don’t feel like giving up a seat to someone who is damn healthy and can make a public announcement in English much better than mine in a crowded LRT train for 20minutes.

Perhaps I should give up suggestion to LTA went they are importing the next batch of public transport vehicle. Senior Citizens can apply for a new membership called “I want my seat”, which is billed right off from their CPF (if there is any left), with which they will all be issued with special EZ-link cards. When a senior citizen boards a bus with the said ez-link card, the bus will automatically detect if there are any seats available for the senior citizen. If there is none, the bus will automatically detect which seats were occupied by youngsters, randomly pick one poor soul, and give him or her an electric zap so that he or she will spring up from the seat and make a physical contact between the floor and his or her forehead. Then the senior citizen an then calmly waddle his or her way through the crowd and settle upon the seat, resting his or her feet upon the remains of the poor kid.

Patent pending. Please do not steal my idea!

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Maybe if the old lady and me were to switch role, this is what she would write:

I give up my seats to senior citizens who obviously look too fragile to withstand the rock and roll of a public transport vehicle. However, I do not have my eyes on the doors at all time. So when a perfectly healthy and well-educated old lady notice that I didn’t give up my seat to her when I didn’t even notice her presence, she gave the entire LRT a good 20min lecture about the importance of giving up seats and how it helps to build a strong country. As a youth contributing greatly to government tax once I join the work force, I often wonder why should my money be spent on keeping such irritating old ladies alive. Economy would be happier if she was not alive.

(I mean no offense to senior citizens who need seats. But making such a big fuss because I didn’t notice her entry, and carrying on to lecture all the passengers on the LRT while gluing her eyes to me is really one reason why senior citizens who had ate more salt [and maybe because of that suffered from diabetes] than the amount of rice I ate [I prefer noodles] are bad role models. Shoo! Go and be an english teacher or something.)

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