Whyy

Today I took the bus home.

There was a blind man. He was sitting behind the driver's seat, occasionally asking the driver if it was his stop.

He picked him nose once and I suddenly wondered how his world would be. He couldn't see himself, couldn't see others, he didn't know it was indecent to pick his nose in public, maybe because no one bothered to tell him, or maybe because it is a human reaction, to pick your nose. And he couldn't see...

There was also a man missing a leg who came on later. I had wanted to help him, but held back for some reason unknown to me. Maybe I'm just not used to doing it. I regret my selfish actions. Just like I regretted not helping a blind lady board the monorail once. I'm so terribly selfish.

One wonders whether these people deserved to be born this way. What had they done in the past lives? Did they bring it upon themselves to be missing something, whether it be sight or limbs or hearing? Or was it something they couldn't control, but because god liked it?

In any case, I still think we should all take time to help them out a bit. At least, help them get on busses. Don't do what I did, don't do what everybody in the bus did. None of us reached out a helping hand. And I think it's unfair, to function perfectly well, yet choose to not help those handicapped.

Do society a favor, yeah?

Is it too much to ask for just one slightly happier birthday?

FFK-O'd

This is a very old post. You may choose to not read this. In fact, it's best if you don't read this.

Okay, so this holiday is incredibly infuriating. I have people ffk'ing me left, right and centre. Sometimes from under, too.

So I want to ask, what is so fun about that?

Especially when everything is planned out, you know.

We've set a outing a week ago. The day itself you come up to me and say, "Ey, Wey Ann, I don't feel like going anymore. I feel like staying back and do something else."

"Stay back? Who with?"

"Oh, my friend. Yeah, she asked me yesterday, and I forgot to tell you last night. Sorry."

Oh. Glad to see you got your priorities right.

That was something that happened rather long ago, but I am still slightly unhappy about it. And my respect for her as a person has dropped significantly.

Another thing I hate is planning outings with a large number of people. When first notified they'd jump onto the idea like a rat escaping a drowning ship, but when it really comes down to it, their family called a family trip, they're stuck in the house, they're not free, they're broke, their friends aren't going, their aunt died... (Of course, they usually come up with less imaginative excuses, like the classic 'Tired... Dun wan go lar.') And finally it boils down to less than five who wants to go, and will go.

I'd like to bitch about school and it's insane holiday-camp thing which renders holidays fully booked, and therefore WHAT IS THE POINT OF HOLIDAYS IF YOU'RE IN SCHOOL EVERYDAY but I digress.

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My birthday is in a week. D: My last birthday party was four years ago, and this year noone's going to come. ('Cept for Phyllis. She bullied me into it. :D *hearts her*) The people I want most to be there won't be there.

Fuck your priorities.

I Feel Like A Kid With Presents

Thank you god for gracing my router with one of your all-powerful charged lightning bolts, because heaven knows I'm not using enough electricity in my home.

That said, I will skim through this post for easier reading. Be glad you won't be subjected to a "OMFG I GOT MY PSP HAHA IN YOUR FACE" rant.

● my PSP (no cookies to anyone if they guessed this)

Ahh, nerding.

● new hat

♥ need I say more?

● clip-on headphones

My white twins to go with my white baby~

And just for my sake

✌