暧昧

Was listening to this song by Rainie Yang, and someone came to mind. Guess some things are better left alone.

A Little Decadence Makes the World

An opposition party today unveiled their hope for the future. A twenty-four year old ITE graduate who joined the party because of the government's decision to allow two casinos here, something he is opposed to.


At the young, tender age of twenty-four, what positive impact on the lives of thousands can he expect to make? With all due respect to him, he may be a budding genius for all I know, isn't he a little too young to be dabbling in the world of politics? In an environment where a slight mistake could put thousands worse off? What is needed is someone with experience, a mature head on his/her shoulders to weigh the pros and cons of an issue before coming to a decision. Not someone who is just beginning to see and understand the art of managing thousands.


Politics is not about a single issue. That would simply be a frog in a well. Politics encompasses a whole spectrum of dealings, from society to security, from comfort to convenience. To find fault and try to capitalise on it would simply reflect a lack of cause to a certain extent, and to a greater extent, immaturity. Is this the best the opposition has to offer? No wonder someone was lamenting about the lack of First World opposition. And they expect us to take them seriously? Seriously.


All this is getting me stressed out. Anyone game for some Russian Pokers?

The 30 Year Old Bloke

Yeah. Me. I had a conversation with my mechanic today. And he thought I was in my early thirties. Blimey. Think I had better go get some time-defying cream or something. Sheesh.

Crispy Confused Calamari

I should be happy to be home. I should be happy I am finally reunited with my ride. I should be happy that I am able to meet up with my friends once again. I should be happy that I have smoother cigarettes to smoke.


But I am not.


Why? So very many things are racing through my mind. I'm like a zombie to the world, lost in the vast abysses of space and time. Going through the motions just to get past each day. And all I can think of is just one word.




Calamari.

I'll be Home for Good Friday

You can count on me.. Sorry a bad remake of the Christmas carol. It's been two weeks now. Really fast. I'm glad that the major events are over. It's been a long two weeks.


Sometimes I felt so lonely. Like there was no one in my life. No one to spur me on. No one to turn to.

Then at times I was just too busy to be bothered.


So again the question of where I am heading arises. Maybe I'll roam the streets of bachelorhood all my life.
So, what's the meaning of life?


Go watch Monthy Python.