是的！来死！(Updated)

Feel stressed.

So stressed that I pontang 2 lectures this morning just to get a few more hours of sleep… Which still left me dozing off in the midst of an afternoon lecture, adds on to my guilt and builds up the stress.

Life is a piece of shit.

If it’s too short, it’s not enjoyable. If it’s too long, I have to endure more of the stinkiness. If it’s too soft, there will be a lot of mess to clean up after. If it’s too hard, it will hurt like hell.

So what’s a perfect shit?

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Thanks Carrotlet for trying to define a perfect shit. So the next question, which occurred to me after reading giam’s reply, is: How do you get acquainted (or not get acquainted) with shit?

1) You produce one, cos I said Life is Shit, so you make your life

2) You get into one, cos Life is Shit, you are already in one

3) You are one, cos Life is Shit, Life is a part of you, you are Shit.

So, is giam right (logically) to say she don’t want to get into one? Cos, according to Reason 2), she’s already in one. According to 1) she can’t get into one cos she will be the one to produce one, unless she collects her shit till they pile up enough to fit her in. According to 3), she is one. If she gets into another one, that will be one BIG PIECE OF SHIT.

Enough of this shit stuff already; I’m going to stay away from giam for a long long time to come…*pinch nose and run away*

Death Again!!

Sorry I get quite emotional when I hear about deaths of some popular celebrities. The last time when Anita Mui passed away, I was quite saddened.

You see, although celebrities lead a glam life, and you can say some of them behave like bitches and bastards, but they sacrificed their privacy and cos of their constant appearance in public, can make me grow attached to them a little.

I felt bad for Anita cos I couldn’t quite come to terms of her dying without fulfilling her dream to get married. She made an ironic (if not dramatic) act by wearing a wedding gown she kept for her wedding in her last concert, of which she never declared her impending, expected death.

It made me worry about whether I can fulfill all my life’s wishes before my turn is up.

And some more, I grew up watching Lydia Sum’s movies. I don’t really remember exactly what the shows were, but her shows were like everywhere.

I was touched by her, when news of her illness broke last year, that she ‘went around’ to ask favours from her good friends (made through her years of toiling in the industry) to look after her daughter when she passes away. When faced with such a grim topic, her daughter’s wellbeing was at the top of her mind.

The love of parents…

Anyways, be prepared for the media assault with all the memorial articles reporting her life story. Edison should be glad that the media’s attention is finally easing on him ba…

Weblink of pictures I kapoked from somewhere