And yet somehow deep down inside, I feel only contempt for most of them. Oh yes, how I long for the one that stands out from the rest, but come to think of it, it’s almost as if they’re incapable of feeling hurt, feeling pain, feeling love, feeling anything. Almost all of you just want the same thing in the end, isn’t it? Just a quick fuck, no strings attached. I mean, of course. What am I saying? You’re not the ones who feel like dirty whores after someone invades the most personal part of your body. You’re not the ones worried sick if you’re going to have an extra burden for the rest of your life after one night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. You’re not the ones who, because of different hormonal and chemical changes in your brain, fall for your partner during the act.
It’s not that I’ve done anything significant recently that made me hold such contempt against your kind, it’s just been building up so much I can’t stand it. I know, it’s as though I’m discriminating against the whole group just because of a few bad apples, but really. I’m just waiting to be proven wrong, because I’ve been getting nothing but bad apples my whole life.
No rest for the wicked. I'm exhausted waking up at 9 am in the morning to help daddums with installation works at a new vet clinic. I have to be up in another 4 hours and after helping him, I gotta get myself to work 3-11 after that. TIRING PLZ.
Edit: The location's fucked up.
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- Current Location:Singapore, Kampong Sungai Jurong
1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Never Ever - All Saints (HEH)
2) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Heartbreaker - The Cardigans (Hm.)
3) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
April in Paris - Count Basie
4) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
RESISTANCE - Mika Nakashima (Oh yes, anarchy.)
5) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Be Our Guest - Various Voice Actors
6) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Dr. Lester - Toots & the Maytals
7) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Surfin' Safari - The Beach Boys
8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Helmsman - Ambulance LTD
9) WHAT IS 2+2?
What It Feels Like For A Girl - Madonna
10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Brazil - Pink Martini
11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Home - Angela Aki (WTF)
12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
traveling - Utada Hikaru
13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Funland at the Beach - Dead Kennedys (Wait, sabotaging roller coasters and crushing kids in the end?)
14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Let's Get Away From It All - Frank Sinatra
15) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Alfie - Lily Allen (Not a good sign)
16) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Under Pressure - Queen (Haha!)
17) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Soma - The Strokes (Oh! Cool!)
18) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
The Kindness of Strangers - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
You're So Vain - Carly Simon (OH, NO I DON'T THINK THAT!)
20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Riffin' the Scotch - Billie Holiday
21) HOW WILL YOU DIE?
He's Funny That Way - Billie Holiday (Not funny as in psychotic-kill-your-lover way. As in I-don't-know-what-he-sees-in-me way. Just to clarify.)
22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Lucid Dreams - Franz Ferdinand (Yeah the hypnosis audio files didn't help me attain lucid dreaming.)
23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Rainbowarriors - Cocorosie
24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Roxie - Renee Zellweger
25) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Carry Go Bring Come - Justin Hinds (Huh?!)
26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Sea of Holes - The Beatles
27) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Livin' on a Prayer - Bon Jovi
28) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Promise - Cocorosie
29) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Carrot and Whip - Mika Nakashima
30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Love Me For A Reason - Boyzone (WHY NOT SOMETHING COOLER?!)
Yes yes, it's been a while, no? A year plus already, my my! I wonder, though, who'd take the time to find my blog here since I'll only be publicizing my tumblr.
I wonder if they have an LJ app for iPhone.
It has been confusing for us; when we first arrived our food bowl was almost always full, but these days we've been hearing the Humans say that they have to try and cut down our food intake due to our excessive droppings and small stomachs. We are still hungry almost all the time, to the point where we have to eat newspapers just to get our fiber. The fat Human girl with red glasses takes pity on us often, and gives us some hay, but R1 and I always end up fighting over it because there is never enough. R1 is quite aggressive when it comes to food sometimes too, but most of the time she just drinks water, which is a good thing for me.
Also I realize when the Humans change the newspapers under our cage, they always give a funny face. I don't quite know how to describe it in Bunny terms, but I think the correct word to use in this case would be 'nausea' or 'disgust'. The skinny female Human's eyes would turn red when she does it; R1 and I thinks this is very amusing and we secretly laugh at her when she starts talking to us.
The other day R1 and I were bored so I decided to play dead while R1 pretended to gnaw on my neck. The results were hilarious - the fat female Human with red glasses got worried and turned on the light and started nudging me, but I just looked at her and gave her a 'GOTCHA' face. R1 and I couldn't stop laughing for days.
The Humans have also begun letting us out of the cage to romp about, presumably to let us 'exercise'; however, they don't know that I have been scanning the area for hiding places when our time comes to escape. They don't realize they've just shown me the best escape route by letting me 'run about'.
One day... One day they will find R1 and I missing from the cage.
Along with the delicious rabbit food pellets and hay.
Well today's the end of the nice three days off I had. I was at Valensi's place yesterday and we were watching an Indonesian horror movie with her translating but I must say she isn't exactly a very good translator at times because she can compress 5 lines worth of dialogue into one sentence. And then we had dinner with her family and her mum was nice enough to make asam pedas for me, which I loooove. Spicy, of course. I had a horrible headache throughout the stay for some reason, and by the time night came around, we were just lying on her bed reading magazines quietly like some middle-aged couple who lost all romance and we had a laugh about that.
Working tomorrow and the day after, but I gotta start on the new website for daddums because it is 'very important' to him. Soooo I'll be staying in store and doing my work like the little African slave I am till the next day and oh I am looking forward to having waffles with dear Jane because it's been millions of years and we'll be so so happy and also Starbucks has been playing a Reggae Cuts CD and I've been having Toots, Bobby and The Specials accompany me while I am working! Ahh life has been tiring, but aaaaaalright.
I'm afraid I'll never reconcile with my brother and we end up not talking forever.
I'm afraid that when I get my keyboard, and after a period of time, I cannot get my hands to coordinate to play it at all, because I have not even an ounce of musical talent in me and it's just a shattered dream.
I'm afraid of my second sister marrying, moving out, leading her new peaceful life and not being around for me to talk about guys to.
I'm afraid I will not be able to be the vocalist when I start my band, because I'm extremely self-conscious about my voice.
I'm afraid of losing people I love suddenly.
I'm afraid I'll die without saying goodbye. In fact, I'm afraid I won't be missed when I'm gone.
But most of all, I'm afraid of my mom growing old, and all kinds of sickness start to raid her deteriorating body. I'll watch her spend her last few moments on earth and I will watch her waste them away. I don't want her to die. We all think our parents will always be at home, with food, money, or love and shelter. But eventually they have to go. No more tokens for them to insert. I can't imagine her not being around, it's like something you're so used to that you probably won't pay much attention to it until it's gone. This coming week I will go out with her and spend time with her. It's been a long time since we went out and I'm really really afraid something will happen to her before I get the chance to utter 'I love you' to her again.
Those three words are really the hardest to say to the person you truly love the most, I think.
- Current Music:Dead Kennedys - Let's Lynch The Landlord
Yes, you with the ugly lime green tie.
When you say you're in a rush, it generally means that you want to take your drink away and, I don't know, maybe BRING YOUR FUCKING DRINK with you to your meeting place? So don't roll your eyes at us and tell us you're having it here. You're in a cafe. What the fuck are you rushing for? And you even sat there for like 2 hours.
And then, some people might want to have their food to go if it's not heated up. How the fuck would I know, so obviously I'd ASK you out of POLITENESS and being a GOOD BARISTA and all. You don't be all sarcastic with me and go, "OF COURSE IT'S FOR HERE AS WELL." I AM JUST FUCKING ASKING. IT DOESN'T FUCKING MEAN I AM STUPID.
Also, I think two mugs and a bloody plate is not horribly difficult to carry. I mean, you don't even have to be a rocket scientist or some plate spinner to figure out that you can carry both mugs with one hand and a plate with the other. So don't interrupt me and tell me that you need a fucking tray because it's "IMPOSSIBLE TO CARRY THREE ITEMS WITH TWO HANDS". Aren't you some high-classed dude? Haven't you EVER seen waiters carry more than THREE PLATES? It's not fucking difficult. And it's not like I'm depriving you of your right to have a tray so you can carry your food and beverages. I asked. Nicely. With a smile. And what do I get? A fucking smart-ass retort.
Lastly, I know your mother probably still breastfeeds you until now because you can't even open a bloody pen by yourself. You just grab it, try to sign, and fucking THROW THE PEN BACK AT ME SAYING IT WON'T WORK. And did you even realize why? BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT TAKE HALF A SECOND TO JUST TWIST THE PEN AND SIGN THE RECEIPT FOR YOUR OH-SO-MIGHTY-AND-AWESOME CREDIT CARD PURCHASE. Big deal, bub. It's just a credit card. It's not like only YOUR kind have it.
I bet you think us baristas are poor and stupid and lack common sense. Well, we're laughing at you behind your back. At your stupidity. You are the reason why the rest of the world hates your kind. Because you think you are superior to us in every way. Well, guess what? SCREEEEEEEEEW YOU.