typical humans

Most of us just love freebies. We take free stuff despite the fact that we don't really need it. We bring it home, and throw it aside to collect dust. After a few years, it will become rubbish.

Just like the X'mas party I attended. I received a free mug and a Santa hat. I bought them home, and up till today I have not touched them. Strange. That night, a guy dressed in Santa Claus costume was throwing a whole bunch of Santa hats towards a delirious crowd, which I was a part of. As the Santa hats were catapulted into the air, the same notion ran through everyone's mind-- I MUST get the Santa hat.

But do I really need the hat? I saw some adults carrying a five of six Santa hats, while some had none.

Before that, I was queuing up to receive a door gift. Each registered family is entitled for one door gift. Upon registration, each family will receive a red coupon as proof of registration.

Man behind me: Need coupon ah? No need larh!

(muffled sounds)

Not long after.....

Man behind me: Register my name lah, can get one more gift!

I thought, hey, do you really need that much? Earth's resources are limited after all.

About the sea shells

1. I'm not defending nor criticizing la -las.

2. I do not approve la -la fashion, but that doesn't mean I have to criticize it.

--Well, since they love stripes, let them be. Who are we to discriminate them? This is their preference. You can't guarantee everyone loves your sense of style anyway.

3. However, the way la- las conduct themselves is intolerable to me.

---- Some people may not dress like la -las, but they act like them.

a knife tossed.

Dear blog,

Guess I'm only writing to you since my blogspot is as lonely as a desert.

Today I just received an (unexpected) mail.

Oh well, before I begin the story, I have been quite upset these few days because my holiday plans are canceled, and I'm sealed in boredom.

Hence, the absolutely cynical me is up to do something naughty.

To tell the truth, everything would have been WAY BETTER if I was off to Penang. Now, since I'm stuck here at home, I'm up to no good. I feel like picking up a sharp razor knife and stab someone. (note, not physically. I anyone gets killed, it's not my fault).

So on this fine day, I received this mail which has driven my evil mind kicking alive:

(details of sender and the rest of the recipients are confidential)

As most of you may have thought, for the (censored) this (censored), we will do a post mortem of the recent (censored). While this is necessary, I hope we would not spend the entire time discussing this. One way to make most of the meeting is to punctual and come prepared to share.

Hopefully we can spend the first half meeting for this and then for the remaining time, it would be good we can have as many (censored) ones as possible to give short (censored) testimony on how they have experienced (censored) throughout the camp preparation. This would certainly encourage and build one another.

some parts are just too sensitive, I had to censor them.

This is just an extract. While it may be inspiring for some, I choose not to reply.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Evil is controlling me.

What have I experienced, oh please. I have not seen this coming, and I'm not even a bit prepared for this. I was expecting to be away. AWAY.

I don't want this! This is so disturbing. What did I experience? Fact is, I mentally drafted it weeks ago. However, it will be too shocking for them to handle.

My testimony here is, there were a lot of helpers. (neutral statement) This means HR did a wonderful job (positive statement). However, this also means there are people like me who practically stoned the whole day, (negative statement) . And what I really mean is, I know I have not been involved in the preparation, but I don't really regret it (shocking). I didn't feel useful at all (very shocking) and I want to quit the service. (Super shocking)

Two words: coordination problem.

But I don't think THAT would be appropriate. Who am I to say anyway?