This is a status message posted by a friend of mine. I'm guessing that he just broke up with his girlfriend and it is still pretty bitter on both sides.
Nobody likes a whining jerk but I'm going to be one now. My back hurts, my lower back to be specific.
"Stop playing rugby then. Take up a minimal contact sport e.g. ping pong, hot dog eating, train-spotting, laugh at other weirdos, etcetera blablabla."
Where is this post heading to? Perhaps this is due to that Oxycodone. Hmm opiates.
There is too many things going on all at once around me, my head exploding does not seem so bad after all.
I have too much aggression these couple of days, which is good when I'm tackling burly opponents but is horrendously bad when I'm doing maths. Things can get a bit ugly, well they always are, perhaps uglier.Bitter and resentful.
p/s: sedition my ass.
Things are pretty messy these days. There are far more worse problem, which I know I should give due priority to, but my utmost concern at the moment is WHY THE HELL AM I PULLED OUT OF THE SCRUM WHEN IT WAS SOMEBODY ELSE'S FAULT?! Shouldn't lose my cool there, WHAT THE F*#K?! WE LOST THE BALL AND YOU'RE BLAMING ME. CRAP!IT'S YOUR BLOODY FAULT!We are civilised men, let's not turn this into a brawl, diplomacy is the key. Cool down, pipe down, you've used enough expletive quota for the month, sit back and grin smugly when they lost the ball again. It doesn't matter if the opposition is winning as long as you can prove your point.
I make no apologies for the less than desirable language used. There's more if you know which button to push.
I only have one class for tomorrow and the lecturer is cancelling it. He even apologised to us for it. This is great. Now I can procrastinate even more. Procrastination is like drinking cordial, it gets sweeter once you get to the bottom. It doesn't jive but who cares.
Labs is over! Well at least the worst part of it is. No more hunching down a bench table trying to figure what the hell is wrong with the experiment. No more burning the midnight oil to get things done before the deadline. No more collecting data for 3 hours just to see a prickly peak. No more having to put up with seriously demented demonstrator, who'll yell at you for not understanding what the eff he is blabbering about. With all due respect Mr. Demonstrator, please remember to brush your teeth every morning and try no to drink any hard liquor the night before. Although in my angst filled state at the lab, I would not have realised that I'm actually learning new and exciting (exciting is relative to you and me) stuff. You learn not to drink or eat anything when there is a gamma ray source near you. There are a few more interesting things, playing around with liquid nitrogen perhaps.
Currently I have more spare time so I can finally read all the newspapers that has been stacking 4 feet high. And probably the time to wash my hair (everybody go eeuuuuww). In the words of the Dude or Jeff Lebowski, "The rug, it really tied the room together."
Neil Gaiman was at the state library this afternoon and I blew the chance to meet him. I could have brought Fragile Things for him to sign. Sigh.
I was watching Laksamana Do Re Mi the other day. There was this part where they were on their tikar terbang and they sang a Japanese Ganku song. I was filled with joy and laughter although at the same time I can't help but to feel a tinge of sadness. That song reminded me of my arwah grandfather. He used to be able to sing the whole song and I would be literally rolling on the floor listening to his rendition. When the Japs arrived in Tanah Melayu, they taught the people how to sing that song.
