Not a pleasant entry...
I'm not in a very good mood right now... You wanna know why? Well, I'm not going to care if you want to know or not... i'm going to write it. If you don't want to, for whatever reason, then just don't carry on reading.
1) I'm viewed as a problem solver. Damn, I've got enough problems of my own. It's not like I'm totally carefree and easy that I can spend all my efforts solving some other person's shit. Ok, although I'm hounoured and very priviledged to be the one that people go to when they need a listening ear, or a second opinion, or the "problem-solver"; but PLEASE, at least make an attempt to tackle the problems yourself first! Heck, I'll be comforted if a half-hearted, or even quarter-hearted attempt is tried before someone comes running to me crying 'cos some bitch or some jerk failed to return a smile, or that you have ants crawling up your pants. DaMn...
2) This is just a spill-over of my bad mood. I was in a bus, on the way home from dinner. Guess what, there was these 2 assholes across the aisle. Normally, people across the isle would be termed as "people across the aisle", except that they were playing some jerk-ass tune out of their handphone, treating it as a bloody boom-box. Newsflash f***ers, it was a bus, not a park. Even if it was a park, a bloody boombox is not something you play without a party. It would have been marginally comforting if they were playing a nice tune, hell, even an ok one, but they were playing god-knows-what... it was definitely not something played on radio. Why?.. 'cos it is not up to standard. And they were laughing and cracking jokes... Maybe they were gay.
3) Good-enough is not good enough. Maybe this is the source of my piss-off-ness.
P.S. I'm halfway through a can of Carlsberg. "It's probably the best beer in town". To me, it IS the goddamn best beer in town. Fans of Tiger, feel free to rebutt...
1) I'm viewed as a problem solver. Damn, I've got enough problems of my own. It's not like I'm totally carefree and easy that I can spend all my efforts solving some other person's shit. Ok, although I'm hounoured and very priviledged to be the one that people go to when they need a listening ear, or a second opinion, or the "problem-solver"; but PLEASE, at least make an attempt to tackle the problems yourself first! Heck, I'll be comforted if a half-hearted, or even quarter-hearted attempt is tried before someone comes running to me crying 'cos some bitch or some jerk failed to return a smile, or that you have ants crawling up your pants. DaMn...
2) This is just a spill-over of my bad mood. I was in a bus, on the way home from dinner. Guess what, there was these 2 assholes across the aisle. Normally, people across the isle would be termed as "people across the aisle", except that they were playing some jerk-ass tune out of their handphone, treating it as a bloody boom-box. Newsflash f***ers, it was a bus, not a park. Even if it was a park, a bloody boombox is not something you play without a party. It would have been marginally comforting if they were playing a nice tune, hell, even an ok one, but they were playing god-knows-what... it was definitely not something played on radio. Why?.. 'cos it is not up to standard. And they were laughing and cracking jokes... Maybe they were gay.
3) Good-enough is not good enough. Maybe this is the source of my piss-off-ness.
P.S. I'm halfway through a can of Carlsberg. "It's probably the best beer in town". To me, it IS the goddamn best beer in town. Fans of Tiger, feel free to rebutt...
posted by jiekai at 10:25 pm
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