I don't do labels

I have no religion, does that necessarily make me an atheist, or a freethinker?

I am neither, I am nothing. I don't understand why people have to put a label on me. I don't understand why people like labels. Why can't I be without labels?

Guaranteed

Whenever I go through customs and get my passport inspected, I always end up picking the slowest line. The queue might look short before I join, and when I join in the line it suddenly slows down.

There's always some problem with the passport of the people in front of me. It happens EVERY TIME when I go through customs. The line I pick will always end up to be the slowest moving. Guaranteed.

So my advice to you all out there, if you happen to see me at the customs, just make sure you don't join in the same line as I do, and you will be able to move very fast. Guaranteed.

Not a happy ending

I don't like this ending, I don't like this ending at all. Why can't they let Brian and Ericka win, just this once? They so deserve this, they were the only team who figured out themselves that the casino was Monte Carlo. And they never won a single leg during the race, it's like good things can't happen to them.

Is this a sign?

Needle in a haystack

It's the most dreadful roadblock task in the history of TAR. Unrolling hundreds of hay bales to find one of seven flags hidden. You need luck, and there's no other trick. You need to be lucky to find the bale with flag hidden inside, and you will never know it's the wrong bale until you spend all your time and energy unrolling it.

If we were ever to face this challenge, you have to be the one doing it, because I have no luck.

cejanize

cejanize /ˈsiːdʒɜːnaiz/ verb to influence and to introduce people with cejan's ideas and style

eg: Have you been cejanized? Let me cejanize you.

KL KL

Why is everyone in KL? Should I move there too?

The bomb. The man.

Do I detonate the bomb, or do I wait for it to explode itself?
If the man should cost the bomb, then so be it.

Don't make me look like the bad son

If you need help, just ask for it, you don't have to give me a reason.
There's nothing to explain, you don't owe me an explanation, please don't think that I'm unhappy.

Thicker than blood

Blood is thicker than water.
Guess what is thicker than blood?

An Inconvenient Truth

The inconvenient truth is, I'm afraid that she might be the cause of the many problems we have now.

With grace

Fine, I will take up the responsibilities, and do it with grace. Whatever it is you want to add in, I will do it with grace. I will not appear upset, or troubled, because none of it will help. I will just suck it, so bring it on.

I am choosing envy

You know how people always say that you should be happy for your friends when they are doing well. Got a nice job, nice car, good looking lover, etc.

But I can't. I'm sorry to say this, it's just who I am. I can't honestly feel happy for them, not when I think that I deserve better. I know I am better than him, why don't I get an opportunity like he's got?

So I started blaming my luck. Yes, it's just my luck that I didn't have the same opportunities. It's just my luck that I got into this shitty company and doing this shitty work. It's just my luck that I wasn't able to fully utilise my abilities and perform well. It's just my luck that my boss doesn't appreciate what I've done and see that genius inside me.

If I got the same opportunities like my friends had, I will do better than them. I know I can. Then why don't I just go, just leave this place and find that wonderful opportunities I deserve? Because I care, I still care about what I am doing, and I want to do it right. I want people to see, I want my employer to see what a great asset I am to them, and they should appreciate me better.

Yes, I don't feel happy for my friends, I envy them. Because being happy for other people settles you down, but envy pushes you further. It drives you crazy, it motivates you. It'll only make you feel good about yourself when you are doing better than your friends. And that's the kind of satisfaction I want. So proudly, I am choosing envy.

Obsession

If I don't get over you, I might eventually get myself into an accident.
But I don't think I can get over you, so I guess I will get into an accident.
No, I can't let that happen, I just need to be extra careful, because I don't want to get over you.

Gossip

From the film 'Doubt'.

Father Flynn was telling a story of a woman making confession to a priest for gossiping about a man she hardly knew, and how she felt guilty about it.

"....So the woman said she was sorry and asked for forgiveness.
'Not so fast!' says O'Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow up on your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me!'

So the women went home, took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to the roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed.

'Did you gut the pillow with the knife?' he says.
'Yes Father.'
'And what was the result?'
'Feathers.' she said.
'Feathers?' he repeated.
'Feathers everywhere, Father!'

'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out on the wind!'
'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.'
'And that,' said Father O'Rourke, 'is gossip!'"

sick · love

I was trying to get your attention by paying no attention to you. Were you doing the same thing? I'm sorry, it's all my imagination.

I wish I could let you know how I feel about you. I wish I knew what's on your mind. But that's the answer I'll never be able to find out.

We may never see each other again, and there's nothing I can do about that. Is this something supposed to happen? Because good things don't happen to me.

For the first time this year

And so it rained.

The S Syndrome

S

I called it the S Syndrome.
When it happens almost on all Saturdays and usually Sundays as well.
When I can't seem to stop Sneezing.
When my eyes feel tired and need to be Shut.

I am so sick of this weekly routine, why can't you just let me off?

Wake up and smell the coffin

Buckle up people!
Not for the police, but for your own good.
And don't think you'll be fine sitting at the back.
Naivety kills the cat.

Fill in the blanks

I'm so _____ and _____.
I need _____. I desperately need _____.
I can't _____ it anymore.
I need _____ to _____ me, to _____ me, to _____ me.
I thought I can live without _____, but I was wrong.
I need to find myself a _____, though it used to sound _____ to me.
I don't _____ anymore, I will go _____ to continue living without _____.
I just have to _____ it. Nothing can _____ me.

citi

it's all up to you now, citi, my future lies in your hands