And so it was that I thought, “Oh, how fortunate for me to meet such a delightful young lass. Her humour and wit surpasses even mine. A natural charm becomes her, so much so that it infuses the very air with the colours of joy and happiness. A happiness so infectious that one cannot help but smile even when in the deepest depression.” Abridged part coming up: "The weight upon my heart becomes a memory of the distant past, like a bird learning, finally, at long last, how to fly."
And I thought after that "I’m going to have lunch now."
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That was a mad passage of inspiration that I came up with it yesterday because Imesha told me to write about...um...something. Yeah. Better not say. Gangland affiliations and all that jazz. It has great potential to be part of a novel. It was probably a result of 4.5 hours of sleep, two coffees and an accounting tute. It does strange things to your brain. Or maybe just mine. But I still think I can top that if I was writing for someone that I liked. As in, like like. Never mind. You're probably too daft to get the difference anyway.
Today was no better. In fact, it could be argued that it was worse. I had a total of 3 hours sleep last night. Weird thing was, I didn't really feel it til now. Now, I feel like I'm about to fall asleep in this seat. Now y'all know where my outrageous claim that "Your amount of sleep last night was greater than my amount of sleep over the last two." And no, I wasn't out partying. I was actually doing work, all of which was due today. Stupid French. And to top it all off, the French tutor was all like "You can hand it in tomorrow if you like." And to top that off, I got approached by a church guy at the bus stop today.
I just don't understand why he picked me. I was being anti-social as hell. Plugged into my iPod, staring at the ground, with a scowl on my face due to the relatively indifferent day that I had had. And he approached me to talk about how he was from the church of Jesus of the Latter Day Saints (amazing how I remember these things). Which was fine. Until he tried to get my number. At which point I said no. I wanted to say, "Well, maybe if you were a girl, or a guy I semi-knew." So he gave me his. I just don't understand we he targeted me.
What I really wanted to say to him when he asked me what religion, if any, I believed in, was that I believed in the religion of being a nice guy. And I wanted to tell him how today, I held up an elderly man while he was falling over, and gave my seat to him (on the bus of course. Duh. Why would this happen in a lecture theatre?) And the white Monash kid, who gave the old man an insolent glare when he told him to move over just a little bit, did not. This will be in my Arsenal to use against any racist stupid enough to start mouthing off at me.
Wow, that was a ramble of epic proportions. And to top it all off, I'm gonna have a go at the ASEAN club.
My disapproval for the conscious formation of ethnic ghettos/clubs notwithstanding, I just dislike how shallow their concept of being an Asian is. Their understanding of Asian culture is noodle-eating and break dancing. And the break dancing today wasn't even that fantastic. And they speak goddamn English. Like, shouldn't English be outlawed there?
And I think that I upset a friend pretty bad yesterday. Sorry.
Apart from that, sorry if I offended anyone else. My brain isn't functioning at the moment, and apparently I offend people even when it is functioning. So I'm just gonna be like Noel Gallagher and say that everything's just amazing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vavA4NUKpy8
Word of the Day: Tired
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