What Now?

What happens when the high is over? What happens when you hit the crash after the sugar rush? What then?

It Feels Like Monday.

The rain keeps pouring,
And the sun don't shine.
The road is muddy,
My shoes get dirty,
What a fine day it is today.

I drop my books,
I misplace my keys.
The food sucks today,
Everyone's extra annoying,
This totally feels like Monday.

Everything I do seems wrong,
I can't put anything right.
I'm trying my best for goodness's sakes,
But I just can't seem to catch a break.
It totally feels like Monday.

I hit the curb today,
My car has a dent in it.
My wheel's got a flat in it,
And it cost a shitload to fix.
Heck I just changed the whole tyre.

Got yelled at by the lecturer,
Forgot my history paper.
Showed up late for a class,
And got stared at for being last.
It totally feels like Monday.

Why can't this day just behave like it's supposed to,
Like a bloody Tuesday for God's sakes!

Everything I do seems wrong,
I can't put anything right.
I'm trying my best for goodness's sakes,
But I just can't seem to catch a break.
It totally feels like Monday.

Hey Mr. Unenthusiastic.

Ok what's the deal here? This is ridiculous but it's a group project and it needs everyone to be in it. So what is UP with you? I know you have other projects going on as well but then if you're so uninterested then why sign up for this in the first place? Your friend asked you to join, well then! *throws hands up in frustration*

I mean this is ridiculous. It's like you're not even interested. No, correction, you aren't interested are you? Not really you're not. Tell the truth.

It's like I do half the work, and S pretty much does the other half. All you do is show up and do the minimal amount. You don't even try to make it better eventhough you obviously can, you just sit there like a rock.

But I know being disappointed in someone's lack of interest is just plain pointless and demanding. So... *shrugs* Ah fuck it lah.

The Power Of The Waterworks.

My friend and I were discussing something tonight. We had just discovered that men have an innate power themselves. And that power is called... The Power of the Waterworks. *smug smile*

Yes, guys' tears apparently have more of the whoa! factor than girls' ones do.

Maybe it's because guys are not "supposed" to cry. It's the whole gender roles thing. Typically, girls are the ones who're supposed to tear up at every little thing and guys don't cry. "Real men" don't cry. So when a guy cries, it's like nuclear, man! Because it's so uncommon, so out of character that when a guy cries, you feel like, "Oh my gosh! This must be huge because he's crying!!!"

So then the girls just get real freaked out and ta-da. Looks like girls aren't the only ones who can cry to get what they want. My friend actually did that and ta-da! Instant resolution to the fight at hand. Beautiful. A bit freaky for the girl, but gotta say. Can't underestimate the power a guy's tears as well.

We theorized it this way.

Guys crying has this bombshell effect that creates major shockwaves around when it happens in public. But if used once too often, then the effect quickly diminishes to the extent where it becomes almost non-existant and even starts to take on an extra annoying quality. It's like potential energy. The higher you go, the higher the gathered potential energy. The longer you wait before your next outburst of tears, the bigger the impact.

Girls crying on the other hand is a more... consistent quality. It does not take as long to recharge and the effects are pretty much at the same level everytime it happens. What that level is depends on the person the tears are directed at. But it doesn't really have that nuclear, shocking effect as when a guy cries in public. And the longer you wait before turning on the waterworks, does not really directly correlate with the amount of effect it has. However, if pulled off too often, it would also slowly lose its impact. But not as quickly and as much as for the guys.

There are exceptions of course. There will be girls who're so known for their emotional strength that seeing them cry is like a huge thing. And there are guys who're so known for their sensitive side that them crying is not quite that shocking as it would otherwise have been. But then really, how many of these cases are there.

Somehow gender assigned roles have been set. Girls are the ones who get to burst into tears more, and guys generally need to stay away from the bawling and the sobbing. Because it's just "not cool".

What do you think? Fascinating, no?

There is also an article which stated that crying is apparently therapeutic (quite obviously), and therefore people who allow themselves to cry more tend to have a more effective stress level reducing technique at hand and would tend to live longer. So crying is healthy. :)

Go on boys, give it a try.

Let Me Be A Girl.

I caught myself saying to my friend tonight, "Let me be a girl." And I thought, hey, now that's something. It's true.

I seldom get the chance to be a girl. Somehow, during most times I just can't. Not really. Not enough. And so for tonight, yeah, let me be a girl. :)

Gibberish At Midnight (Hours Past-Midnight).

I am so hungry right now. I am starving. My stomach is playing an orchestral symphony right now! And I think I can even hear strains and Handel's Messiah. This can't be good for you... :s I need some food to get it to the Hallelujah chorus though.

This is what you get for staying up till ungodly hours of the morning. I swear people in the neighbourhood are waking up or have woken up right about now and I haven't even gone to bed yet.

I am so hungry I could eat a whole restaurant right now.

My friend once asked in response to a similar statement. "The WHOLE restaurant? Bricks, chairs and all?"

And I replied, "The level of my hunger right now? Yes, the whole restaurant. Bricks, mortar, chairs, tables and all."

This really can't be good for you... :s

On a completely unrelated note, my friend once asked me if silence in a conversation between two people is good. She described the silence as having finished the topic they were previously on and not having a new one to start up on instantly.

So I asked if the other party made conversation back.

And she said he did. He would try to start conversation and get a discussion going if things got too silent and cricket orchestra got too loud.

So I said, "Then like that ok lah. If the other person is also willing to make conversation back and takes a fair share in starting the conversation, then like that even if got silence also it's still not completely traffic jam yet."

Something along those lines. She cracked up a "traffic jam". I do rather like the metaphor myself.

On another completely unrelated note, my cousin told me a hilarious story. At least, I found it hilarious. The people I was telling it too didn't get the hilarity of it. Maybe because I was too busy laughing to tell it properly. Either that or I just have a funny sense of humour.

My cousin loves black and white clothing. She loves the whole monochrome thing. Her closet is full of black and white clothes. Mostly black, apparently.

So one day, her sister and her went shopping and coincidentally, came back with ALL black clothes. Black skirts, black shorts, black shirt, the works. They laundered the clothes and put them on the clothesline outside their house.

One fine breezy day, their mother, my aunt, walked past the open window, looked outside, and exclaimed, "Aiyo! Why so sui!" when she saw the lines of black clothes flapping in the breeze. LOL!!!

That was just TOO funny!

You Know The Feeling?

You know the feeling of knowing that you CAN do something. You do have the ability to do it, if not well even, and yet somehow, your brain is just too lazy to dig up that skill from the cupboard and to get it kick started?

So you just go about thinking you wanna do it, trying to do it, but when the real thinking process comes along, you just get too lazy to think and abandon the whole thing. What you get are vague, hazy ideas of how you could finish your project and make it good, but it needs more work and polishing to actually make that hazy vision happen. That's when your brain suddenly decides to up and leave for vacation in Bali or something. Wtf wei. Why so damn lazy one. -_-"""""""""