Idiot

–noun

1. an utterly foolish or senseless person.

2. Psychology. A person of the lowest order in a formal classification of mental retardation, having a mental age of less than three years old and an intelligence quotient under 25. 

Examples of idiocy:

• Standing in the middle of the aisle in a crowded bus thus blocking all boarding passengers.
• Continue above said behaviour for more than one bus-stop.
• Needing a 22-year-old to shout from across the length of the entire bus to highlight just how inconsiderate you are.
• Not fucking getting it and requiring her to shout two more times.
• Having to be taught basic courtesy by someone half your age.

I have zero tolerance for people who are not born but choose to be stupid. Worse still when such stupidity affects others. Stop wasting oxygen and go kill yourself please. 

F1 Friday

Got these hours before the race. Thanks Mr Goh! And big thanks to my wonderful spouse and the fantabulous K1 ambassador who endured my whining about the weather, about the road blocks, about the people and entertained my noob-ness about F1. 

It’s never what you know, it’s always who you know.

So true

 

 

On a different note, three-day week may not be a good thing after all. Totally shagged out for the first half and totally slacking for the second. Thus equate to me not getting any real work done. I ought to shoot myself.

Fear gets you killed, anger keeps you alive.

~ Starbuck

Just Great.

“Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.”

~ Stephen King

Stop Crying Your Heart Out

For everyone who needs a lil’ cheering up.

For argument’s sake

There was a time when I go out guns ablazin’ with the naive belief that people want to be helped. As I grow older, I’ve learnt to accept that some simply do not want to be. Me being me, I would still fire a few shots hoping that one or two may hit the mark. After which, I would just lament the waste of bullets and move on with life.  

The unfortunate thing about firing is how I’d be deemed as the evil one. After all, the weapons are in my hands. Too bad for me then.

Btw, I hate it when people throw God at me in an argument. For God’s sake, leave Him alone. And if God tells you so, then why do you ask for my opinion? Ha. Gotcha there.

Frankness

There is a thin line between being honest and being in your face. I can never quite figure out where that particular line is cos for the longest time, I never understood the need of having the line in the first place. Over time, I learnt to be more diplomatic and tactful (many would say in my own ways. hahahs.)

Even so, the entire impact of some blows need to be felt. With me being the mouthpiece. Which is why I will never be well-liked. But I always prefer being hated for the truth anws. 

On a separate note, all my close guy friends decide to be emo at the same time. For perfectly legitimate reasons of course. I love you all still but I already kinda ran out of comforting things to say.

Sword

“You are like tempered steel, purposeful and razor-keen. Always you shall be in the front rank, a burning brand to your enemies, a brilliant fire to your friends. Yours is a restless life, and never shall you know peace, though you shall be blessed for the peace that you bring to others. Take comfort in the fact that, though you stand tall and alone, others take shelter in the shadow that you cast.”

Expenditure

Technically, I am not spending beyond my means (aka my bank account is not close to empty). But I am definitely spending more than a “should spend” sum. On one hand, there is the live frugally and save for the rainy day notion. On the other, there are so many things I want to experience (not shopping!) before I sell my soul to the corporate world. 

I know it’s about time to earn my keep. I know it’s about time to invest for the future. I know it’s about time to grow up. But I can only be a bum this long in life. And only 22 once. 

Sighs. Money, donde estan?