It’s watery..

My eyes.

I’ll be 90

I’ll be 90 and still thinks like a child.

I’ll still watch anime and manga and comics and like ‘em.

I’ll still not wash my underwear by hand. In fact, I’ll still mix the white clothes with the rest of the clothes. Or rather, I’ll still mix everything in the washing machine, socks and all.

I’ll still be lazy, super lazy. Or lazier than I am now, if that’s possible.

I’ll still be afraid of driving. Or making mistake. Or not being up to other’s expectation.

I’ll still never go to 20 countries/places around the world…

OK, I seriously does not want the last one to happen. In fact, I want to raise the number of places to 50. Yeah, that sounds good. To go to at least 50 places in the world before I’m 90.

I’ll be 90 and still not own my own apartment.

I’d rather not have a house/condo/apartment than not trekking the globe. I’ll be very sorry for myself if at 90 I’m staying at this big, posh condo of my own but had never been anywhere except inside it.

Yeah, I’ll be a very well travelled 90 yr old wit a posh house to boot. The walls will be filled with my photos taken at all the places in the world. Then I can lazy around reading my fav manga while waiting for my cloth to wash in the washing machine.

That’s if I’ll be 90.

on mosquitoes and blogs…

Came across a blog entry on what to do with mosquito bites..come to think of it, it was useless to me as I can’t recall the last time I had one… “Hah! You’re lying!” U must’ve thought that, being one that lives in a tropical country where the sun & the rain is abundant its a breeding heaven for mosquitoes. I think I owed the uselessness of that entry on the fact that I live on the 12th floor – apparently mosquitoes don’t exist in anyplace higher than fourth or fifth floor level, maybe they just can’t stand the lack of oxygen, or maybe they’re just too lazy. I mean why bother when the are so many ppl to feed from at the ground level. Anyway, I think I am a bit nuts trying to figure out what’s going on in a bloodsucking insect’s brain.

So, I was browsing blogs, and figure out one instantenous & sure way to make your blog popular – by putting up lots of picture, or more specifically, pictures of yourself. In another word, cam-whoring. Well, it doesn’t really matter whether you’re pretty or you look like some weird-looking-suspiciously-a-transexual or just plain-looking-to-the point-of-no-one-will-ever-remember-your-face kind of girl. Of course it would help if you look like Keira Knightley, but the point here is being popular, not likeable. So therefore, you can look like Missy Elliot & your blog will still be popular. Eventually. If you put enough pictures, have patience, and try to post entries that are…icky, flirtatous, fake, and stupid. You’ll be scandalous/infamous/ill-famed, which all have a bit of ‘fame’ or ‘talked-about’ meaning in them. Which is the best you can get if you are unable to achieve fame in a normal way.

By the way, I’m not vain enough to camwhore, nor do I have the time & commitment for it. Although I did have the resources (bought myself a new digicam recently). Yeah, it need commitment. And I’m a commitment-freak with a capital ‘F’ (or it should be a capital ‘C’??). Anyway, I’m also lazy…OK, I confess the main reason is I’m not photogenic (note that I use the word ‘photogenic’, cos I DO look good in real life, maybe the camera has some problem with me). And I don’t want to be popular that way. So there goes my chance to be popular blogger.

creditization

Just got myself 3 credit cards and a virtual credit card account. That increases the possibility of me being robbed of my money unawares to four times higher than before. Not that there’s much from me to rob of. But that’s the thing with credit cards – it can be used without having any money in your account. So nowadays my sleep is restless, fearing the day I woke up to find that I’m in a waist-deep shit of a debt on things I didn’t spend on.

Credit cards somehow reminiscence me on my childhood, or more specifically,  on a certain peace-loving-lovey-dovey-goody-two-shoe purple dinosaur. Its like one of those things that he often use — you can’t see it, but you can use it. But this is where the similarity ends. Cause unlike those poor kids who need to act so hard to pretend that they were enjoying those things they can’t see, you really truly enjoy using the money you don’t see.

Another big difference is, being a kid-no-more, you’re responsible to ask: Hey, do you REALLY have it?

Fei’s word-of-the-day:
Credit card = something that was inspired by the big bosses of shopping business to trick you into spending money you don’t have on things you don’t need.

friendsterization

Got a mail from Friendster reminding me that today’s is Liz’s birthday. And I was like: Liz? which Liz? wait..I don’t even know a Liz.

So, that’s friendsterization for you – adding people you barely know, or better still, don’t know at all, on your friend’s list. I fall victim into the make-believe fact that the number of ppl u have in ur Friendster friend’s list is proportionate to ur sociability or popularity level.

Unwilling to be a shallow person, I decided to do a spring cleaning of my Friendster friend’s list, but that got me into thinking whether I should clean up my phone contacts as well. But then things got complicated, as in I’m unable to determine the expiry date of the contacts in my list. I mean, if u didn’t use a number for a year, is it okay to delete it? Cos you see, unlike Friendster, I don’t simply add the numbers of people I don’t know into my phone. So its either my kindergarden school friend or my second cousin’s cousin. Which both I didn’t use for several years (maybe never even been used) but may be useful somewhere in the future, at least I thought it was important enough to add it into my phone book at the first place…

I know it’s a bit way off track, but at that moment I felt like God, trying to decide who’ll live.. Haha… However, it also make me feel that it’s cruel to just simply kill off ppl, I mean delete the contacts. So I decided to let everyone live. Judgement day will come when heaven’s too crowded. Haha. (Please pardon my insanity, its the power-craving me talking).

I’m bored, and crazy…

Apparently the cute guy I mentioned wasn’t the least interested in me. He just want to sell his cam.

Yeah, like i didn’t know.

Ok, enough about that. Let’s pursue some other topics. Like how I used the new cam to take a cool pic of me in black & post it on Friendster. Ha ha. Feels & look like Men In Black. or The Matrix. Ha Ha.

Ya, I know it’s vain. I just can’t help it.

Life’s Good. (I hope I didn’t sound like I’m promoting LG everytime I say this.)

Things u should do to make your blog popular

Things u should do to make your blog popular:
1) Write funny & witty view on up-to-date events
2) write funny & witty view on your personal pathetic life
3) write funny & witty view on just about anything as long as your comments are funny & witty…but anyway, my blog isn’t popular so you should just ignore the above recommendation.

This is so not going to be anywhere

I’m beginning to doubt I’ll ever finish this thing I’m trying to do now. I always do this, I mean stop half-way in the middle of things, okay maybe not even halfway, very early on the way. I lack of enthusiasm. Hey, I don’t have any for life, how do you suppose I have one for writing?

Oh, I should really face my life and arrange it properly. And face all things adults should face, and not just leave it there lying idle until it come to knock at my door and look at me straight on my face asking: so, when do you want to settle me? ME! I have to ask you like this because I’m due tomorrow!

And I’ll not be as lucky that time. As I am today. I almost think that God is at my side, really. When suddenly there is no test today, which is relatively impossible to happen whichever way you think of it. But it happens, and I didn’t even pray for it. You see, I procrastinated and didn’t read the notes until this morning. I woke up, and know that there is something very, very important today. I was in a state of ‘blankness’, but I know there is something major today that I have to attend to. More important than a morning class…Then it suddenly come to me that there is a TEST!! It was eight-twenty-two a.m., and I nearly shocked myself to death by thinking that the test is at eight a.m. for a fraction of second, but then my brain begin to function normally and I remembered that the test will be at eleven a.m.

Anyway, there was no test and although I cannot believe my luck, I also wish that I can be spared from the assignment of the same subject which is waiting for me to do it, which I’ll be procrastinating and it’ll be contributing to my lack of sleep.

FOREWORD

I so hate it when all the famous people begin to write books. Like they’re thinking “ I’m so famous people want to have more of me, so maybe I’ll just write something for them, and earn a couple of dollars along the way”. Never mind if it’s a diary, a biography, or something totally unrelated to them in any ways, I just so hate it. They ruin the market for real people who are not famous and really need the money from writing books, and who have a real talent for it.

So what was I thinking when I wrote this? One, I’m not famous. Two, this is not a book, or even if it is I’m never going to publish it, or rather its impossible to get this published since I’m neither famous nor talented in writing.

Okay, my name is Arv, and this whole blog is going to be about my life (or rather, my thoughts). Which is so just messed up but I still have to be thankful for it, for the sake of be thankful of what you have’ lessons I get since I’m a child.

I’m not usually this sarcastic and sceptical, but maybe I just don’t realise it when I’m not writing it down. I think I’ll not bother you with my introduction; I’ll just let you figure it out yourself when you read along my thoughts. Mind you this will not be a good blog: its plotless, uninspiring (maybe even will make you feel down), and so messed upl. Therefore, if you are a total classic literature geek or just a normal person who can’t stand any of these, please don’t waste your time flipping through this useless thing….and this is my thought, so it’s entirely made-up, any coincidence with real-life people or with your thought is just…uh…coincidence (that’ll do for the usual ‘I’m not copying this from anywhere’ disclaimer people usually have in front of their book so that they wont offend anyone).

By the way, i don’t have any idea on anything right now, so I’ll just first post anything I wrote previously in my journal…