Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Boredom

How deeply do you actually think before you say - I've got nothing better to do?
Well, here's an analogy that I read about some time ago, that the very thing you're doing now is the result of you having nothing better to do. That is, in other words, the result of an opportunity cost.

Amazing isn't it, how we even find philosophical qualities in economics texts. I attempted reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra and almost died. Every single line is god-damned rhetorical and possesses more than a superficial meaning. It really gives me a headache, because the minute I take anything, any word at face value, I'm so gonna be the #1 fucktard of the century who takes a Philosophy book for what it really isn't. I was just bored you see, and I truly believe that boredom does drive you to do something to kill boredom, and hence you're actually killing boredom because you have nothing better to do, and that the very act of killing boredom that stems from boredom shows that there is no one point of time that you can live your life without killing boredom, and hence you never really are bored ever in your entire measly pathetic life. Not for more than that split second or two which you take to think of something to kill your boredom.

Honestly, how many of us can frankly say we've lived out life well enough to actually consider opening your mouth and letting your voicebox say: "I've lived my life well". Well, not me. Hence, we're all pathetic people living around a life and leading a lifestyle which we think is fufilling, but unknowingly, are living what I call a life that is driven by none other than a meaningless purpose which we do not have much of a conscience for. Because the ideal lifestyle always lacks something, and we replace that ideal with a lifestyle we think is enjoyable, and blind ourselves with the sheer amount of fun and enjoyment and hedonistic bullshit. Unknowingly, we are but the little subject of cruel relativity. We never enjoy enough because we love to compare, that our current lifestyle is nonetheless inferior relative to my ideal lifestyle. If so, how then can you say that someone else is lifeless, has no life, when you yourself are but a homosapien who subjects yourself to brainless relativity?

Ok haha, I was just kidding. Just trying to imitate Friedrich Nietzsche's Zarathustra's form of speech.
I do not actually mean much of what I said.

NOTE: THIS IS A PARODY YOU DUMBASS

posted@10:56 AM

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Sunday, January 29, 2006

New Year's Day

I'm already done for Day 1 of Chinese New Year, awaiting sms-es or calls from friends to go chill out. Disappointing year indeed, with $263 in Hong Bao collections including that of my parents. EWWWWWWWWW... Had plenty of $4 Hong Baos.

Watched Amityville Horror today. I was wondering around mid-part of the show, why people are so afraid of being referred to psychiatrists for treatment. I mean seriously, I swear to God, I'll find it so cool if I was referred to a shrink. Maybe it's the way my Primary School classmate influenced me. He was this problem child who always had behaviour problems and was the most mischevious you would ever see. To him, it seemed as though rules were indeed meant to be broken. To those who still remember him, he's Jeremy Quek. He told me his shrink was really nice, and that he/she was like his good friend. Cool shit isn't it. Right now, he's this tall handsome chap popular with girls. Heard he's in AJC now.

Anyhow, back to the point. I think it's do friggin cool to see a shrink cause it's like I'm special or something. I must be weird up my skull to see one isn't it? Maybe that makes me a Genius or something.

Cool shit.

posted@3:49 PM

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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Down and up?

I've fallen ill, thanks to some girl at the clinic whose cough intervals were so frequent that I nearly thought she probably felt it was going out of style in the next five seconds or the other. Whatever the hell, I'm ill, so I was out for training today. Went to help the seniors who were taking charge of the J1s for land training.

One thing that struck me was the fucked up attitude most of them had. But I guess that's just the norm since most are out for a fling or two, wanting to try out some cool and new CCAs in the school. To me, some of the girls appear to be there for a sun-tan. Oh well... But that doesn't really bother me.

Talking to Brendan just makes me miss jamming so much.

I just want to perform and sing for Rockafellaskank, or more if possible.

posted@9:45 PM

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