i have some free time to day so i gathered some thoughts for today. just some random thoughts of my puny pea brain.
1. a spitting image
i walked through IOI mall after lunch alone at the sushi joint; nothing planned just aimlessly walking around. i ended up buying some socks and shorts for gym. as i walked back, i was at the back of a little girl no more than 8 years old. she must have not realised that i was behind her; i thought nothing of it just a normal malay girl. as we reached a narrow corner, she leaned her head sideways and "splurrrt" ...pudd.. holy fuckin hell, she spit in public and at a mall. This wasn't a dirty rundown drug peddling mall, this was a new section of a mall. thoughts: just what are we teaching our children? morals? goddamn she's a kid obviously having followed what her parents or siblings do or is doing. it's just plain disgusting and damn bloody unhygienic; and we are wondering how the fuck we reached pandemic stage of flu. what amuses me more is the little girl turned around and didn't seem fazed about what she did.
2. stop stalking me
i went into FOS and i like to look at things; without the salesperson looking over my shoulder. i absolutely hate people staring at what you're thinking of purchasing. so i look @ a few tees, i made a mistake by lifting up a long sleeved shirt; i mean who in their right fuckin mind would wear a long sleeve tee in the malaysian searing heat? anyone except me apparently. So obviously i'd never leave the unfolded shirt eventhough i didn't wanna buy it. So i attempted to fold it back; then comes this stalker like salesboy with his nerdy parted hair with eagle eyes. He took the shirt and folded it back with much contempt. From then on, he proceeded to follow me to every section, apparently to signal the "mofo, i'm watchin ya" in an attenpt to replicate de niro's focker'esque attitude.thoughts: dude, bro or whatever you wanna be called nowadays, a little advise; yes i fucked up but please don't follow your customers around. it's freaky. it's called privacy mate, there's like a boundary .. any nearer one could actually smell your sweat drenched armpits and stench from your overgrown amazonian bush. So please stay the fuck away!
3. deserving or un-deserving
i have long discussed that tailgaters are like rabid dogs chasing their tails, that explains why they love to kiss ass of anything. Anyway, i have a friend who is in her early 20's, is a ok person (wished she grew up faster though) with quite a showy attitude. sort of egoistic and very self conscious. anyway she drives like a maniac, despite many of us telling her that she'd be looking for trouble should she continue this path. All of which she denies of course. She met an accident on friday, which was pretty bad, it left her shaken and obviously stirred. thoughts: i don't wanna say i told you so. i hope that you're ok of course. it's humanistic to be egoistic, humans love to show off if not we wouldn't have LV's, ferarri's and bumiputra rights. there is a fine line between knowing how to drive and showing off that you can weave in and out of traffic. consumer cars are never made to slipstream or be tailgated; 9 out of 10 times you'd never be able to outbrake the front car so why bother? if it proves that you have 2 steel testicular fortitude between your legs then you might as well step into the ring with mike tyson; you'd either lose both or it'll shrink to the peanuts otherwise im fine leaving my kahunas (no matter little they are) between my legs.
4. so long to a genius + a beauty
as we mourn the passing of a musical genius, i look back at what he did for me during my youth. i remember listening to beat it, billie jean and thriller on mtv as a zit infested prick. music affected, infected and infested my entire growing up years. i must thank my uncle for this as i listened to his queen tapes, stole my cousins pirated hot chocolate cassettes; till today im always looking inspiration in music. i feel like a little of childhood had faded away when michael jackson passed on; he maybe be freak, he maybe eccentric but damn he must be damn fucking good to still maintain the best selling album to date. Step aside your fuckin jonas brothers, britney, avril, linkin park. and to farrah fawcett who was responsible for the many many many teens spilling their proteins during her hey day; it had been very pleasurable watching you in charlie's angels and it's really commendable the way you fought the disease that ravaged in you for 4 years. RIP Farrah and MJ, may your genius and beauty awe the occupants of heaven.
5. converting to love
i also have friend who recently embraced islam in order to get married to his loved one. whilst i have nothing against the muslim religion (actually i do but we shall not discuss it here) but i should really discuss giving up one's religion. my parents are catholic though they've never tried to force upon me to be a catholic (actually they have but have since stopped, maybe they thought i was the antichrist)but how does one forsake his/her love for god in place of another? thoughts: choice. are we so self centered as to think that we can go in and out of religion like fuck buddies? whilst it's easier to go into islam than to get out of it; the factor here is choice isn't it? everyone has a choice to adopt or abstain from religion. is it a moral sin to deny allah muh ....blah blah blah? apparently yes it is. so basically once you in there is no choice. isn't religion an extension of belief? isn't religion hope and closure for most? we are answerable to the higher UP when it's time; till then we should have a choice.
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