Saturday, June 05, 2010

100 Posts and the End of the World

Ah, life in the capital is, predictably, just great. Just recovered from a nasty bout of what the doctor called "acute bronchitis" then later changed to "acute gastroenteritis", which for us laypeople translates into - "your chest is fucked up" then "your intestines are fucked up". Both are very much less fucked up now, thanks. The doctor's recommendation was something like, "get some rest. otherwise, it won't be life threatening, but it will be ...bad." In response, I took maybe half a day to roll around in bed before hauling myself back to the office out of some misguided sense of duty, after which I was thoroughly unproductive, half because, well, I was sick and half because I was pretty much feeling sorry for myself for being so sick. Then I got a little better, and I started thinking, "what's the point of all of this anyway?"

Recently had a visit from an old friend who, to phrase it most unpoetically, is unemployed. The japanese might say he is NEET - not in employment, education or training. He seems to be having a smashing time, which my colleagues pragmatically attribute to the fact that he has means. Good for him, I think to myself - why not take time off to do nothing when you can afford it? I remember once upon a time I told myself I would work six months a week and then take the money and goof off the other six months of the year. I wonder how many years ago I told myself I'd do that; I may have inadvertently wasted half of my life in the years in between! All that time I could have invested in cultivating a healthy state of leisure!

Then again, perhaps all this is idle talk - there are always those moments when you ask yourself - why am I where I am now? Is this what I wanted? Am I doing what I wanted to do? Living how I wanted to live? Surrounded with the people I wanted to be surrounded by? These questions are as persistent as the question of what you will eat today, what you will do tonight, where you will go tomorrow, and probably about as meaningful. Maybe I just need a drink.

Oh right, for those of you who followed this blog (the blogspot one), this is a hundred posts. Since 2005. I GUESS THAT CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION RIGHT?

Yeah, well, maybe tomorrow.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Gor Nee Liao

The last entry on this blog reads August 2005. TWO THOUSAND FIVE, ok. Between now and then, woman can get preggers and have almost seven babies (ok lah maybe six). Since then I have gotten a job, moved house (twice), gotten in and out of trouble, changed my blog because people said, "eh, cannot write blog with bad word in the title, later nobody will read what you write, etc etc etc" then I got my own domain and decorated it and wrote nonsense on that for a while until I got too busy and now here I am, blogging back on this blogspot, on this bigfuck blog which I almost forgot about. See the banner, see the links on the side, all cui already. Seh kor liao. But what to do? Gor nee liao mah. Cow can grow from small small one to big big one then kill and let everyone makan in gor nee. Even if kena retained one year, still can start from sec one and then go until you take 'O' levels lor (or at least 'N' level lah hor).

As always, don't get your hopes up that I am back or some nonsense like that. As Jay Chou say, cowboy v busy. But it feels good to be here.