Da-Pian

One of the many ways in Mandarin to refer to human excrements. Also can be called 'fen pian' in a more polite way, or 'si' (which has the same pronunciation as 'death' in Mandarin).

Life's like that, mine not excluding. But maybe mine doesn't stink as much as some others do, but in a way it is crappy to me. Maybe I'm just too cynical towards the rest of the world around me, or maybe I'm just too bored. Or maybe both.

My social life is like that (I enjoyed my time with my close buddies, but I have problems dealing with strangers).

My health is like that (couple of years of abusing my health really show).

My classes are like that (perhaps just me, but it seems that my juniors are not getting any better).

My apartment unit is like that (apart from those 2 monkeys from Africa who made loads of noise EVERY FREAKING TIME, there's the lift which kept breaking down, water leaking and stuck toilet...).

My internet connection is like that (half the reason why I'm kinda lazy to update the blog nowadays).

My mood is like that (and this, honestly, I don't know exactly why, or perhaps too many reasons why).

Crap.

Good thing I still have a few things to keep my sanity in check. Like my DS, my phone and my PC. If not for those, I'd be doing something really mean.

Ah hell.

As I write this, I'm attempting to charge up the battery on the made-in-China LED torchlight my father just bought for me. Though I don't really need the use of such a torch, but he insisted I bring it over to the apartment 'for emergency purposes'.

And the design is, as my post here best describe, crap. It was so poorly designed that it couldn't be mounted in a stable position while recharging from a socket. It kept falling off the convert-from-China-powerplug-to-universal-powerplug thing.

And just a moment ago I thought I might've just caused something in the torch to burn in the process, because I didn't notice the torch's switch was triggered to 'ON' when I placed the battery to charge.

Adding that and the loose mounting, and suddenly 'SNAP', the lights just went on and off. Thought I smell something stinging too. And now I think the torch is dead. Can't get the lights to work even if I switch on.

Opened up inside to investigate. Can't see anything that's wrong, nor anything black from burning. In fact, the design of the whole thing was so simple that I begin to doubt whether it's worth the money spent on it. A bulk rechargable battery connecting to a simple switch connecting to a circuit board with 3 LEDs and 3 resistors. Looks too simple that I begin to doubt the safety in the design.

Still not working. There goes RM 15.90. What a piece of crap. Well, better that thing dead than ME being dead. I don't want my father to blame himself for buying me that crap hazard he thought he got as a good bargain.

'Traffic' Jam

3 times in a week. At this rate, I'd grow a beard and bump bricks with my head to get coins and weed.

Can't exactly point who it is, but there had been hints that it could be my foreign housemate(s) staying downstairs. What was done to the toilet to make it jam was beyond our imagination.

To add some extra flavour of horror, one of the times I found ash-green-coloured stools floating on top of the clogged water.



Yeap. This colour.

Seriously, what do they eat for a living to have this sort of alien stool ???

Ah well, they're gonna leave early next month, so hopefully along with plans to get someone to service the bown, the cloggings will stop.

Ennui at it's best

Life is at it's best when you don't feel like doing anything at all.

Well, at least I felt it that way for now. I had nothing better to do for the past 3 days except to help around the house a bit while some of my family went for a short trip, and lazing as usual. And as a bonus the house was more quiet that usual for the past 3 days. Mental peace.

Which led me to being uninspired and unmotivated, and can't think up of something to scribble, including today as well. Only scooped this up because I want to coax myself to sleep but have to get rid of the pre-slumber ennui clogging up within me.

So yeah.

And to think of it, Year of the Ox is coming over in a week's time, by which starting that time I'm gonna be out of this country for a week to meet my sister in Singapore.

......

Which also means a week without my PC, and my songs and Foobar2k 9.6.1 player with a new layout I configured myself to be more streamlined than the previous one I had. Rats. At the end of the Rat year.

On the bright side I get to see S'pore again, but being a hermit for one week on the not-so-bright side. Ah well, can't have everything in life.

Traffic Culture 01

Sounds familiar?

I believe this happens frequently all across the world. Yeah it sure saves you maybe about 10 minutes, but that 10 minutes can change a lot.

- You just taught your child at the back (if any) why is it worth it to not invest in this thing called patience, and thus in the future they can choose to dump the already old and senile you into some old folk's home to save their 10 minutes worth of time. You aren't even worth 10 minutes, they probably think.

- You might get back home early to find your spouse, who had expected your timing to come back in around 10 minutes later, cheating on you with the milkman.

- Blue car in front suddenly brakes for the fun of it, causing you to crash into his rear and you have to pay up because you rammed into his rear, saving the red car the agony of being the scapegoat. Well, this is how it works here in my country, at least.

- You saved yourself the agony of detonating your explosive diarrhea in your car, making to the toilet bowl in time. But turns out that guy in red car was a stalker robber in disguise waiting for unsuspecting targets like you who ignored traffic, and he followed you to your house and break into it. And you watch (or to be exact, listening while in the most awkward position) helplessly as you hear the bangs and cracks and the shiftings of your valuables in the house, and there's nothing you can do except getting stuck on your toilet bowl with your rear explosions.

That 10 minutes can really mean a lot. Please drive safe, and drive smart.