Monday, January 29, 2007
Held @ Knifepoint
This is how I feel about today's entry. If you people would just move your eyes over to Adlin's few taggie posts, you'll hopefully understand how I feel. In order to stop her blatant spamming sprees, I am forced to continue my memoirs. But the problem is I don't really think my life deserves a blog. I think people like Lara Croft should have a blog, and maybe it'll go something like:
Dear diary, can't update much now. An ancient Egyptian sphinx is on my tail because I just stole the Great Jewel of Horus. The fact is, the last few weeks have been filled with gruelling hiking trips, and we would've been eaten up by the local cannibals if not for our guide's quick tongue. After speaking to the village chief though, we prepared to leave, and his little son approached me with his favourite toy: a baby's skull. As an act of respect I accepted his generous offer, but later on decided to leave it somewhere near the edge of a great canyon we traversed in order to get to the Cove of Yellow Rocks. Along the way we were inturrupted by a cougar, and the guide had to use the last of his poison darts to neutralise it. Next time it's up to my semi-automatic, but I tend to prefer leaving well enough alone. Our rations are dwindling and we're now reduced to living on rutabaga and mangrove roots, but otherwise, we're making good time towards the Amazon. Til then, lots of love, Lara.
Wouldn't a blog like that be so much more interesting than something like:
Sigh. My life sucks. Didn't do anything today except muck around on the computer and answered the phone once. Now I see why going to school and going to work is actually necessary to keep a person sane. Read about some interesting stuff in Life! newspaper, and later on I'm intending to lug my laptop back up to my room to continue my Japanese drama stint. Other than that, even the plants in my garden seem to be having more fun than I am. It's times like these that I wish I were a tadpole. Or maybe a goldfish in a bowl, swimming round and round in circles and never knowing that I'm swimming around in circles and having a ball of a time. Being a lion on the Serengeti would be fun too.
See? Note the contrasts. By the way, the second example passage IS what's happening in my life right now. Fascinating isn't it. So deep and profound and meaningful.
ARGH.
I just spilled watermelon juice on the keyboard.
OMG. My Primary 3 brother just asked me how to write "9" in Chinese, and then muttered that homework is so complicated. My pedigree is showing. I'd better start barking and begging for food instead of lamenting about the uneventful turn my life has taken.
Oh, if your life were a car, what'd it be? I know Adlin's life would be a Volkswagon Beetle. Mine? ... ... I'd say I wouldn't know what my car would be, because of the big yellow sign hanging on it that reads "repairs in progress". Because this entry has been so absolutely dismal and boring, I shall end this bout of forced typing with a lame joke that, hopefully, would be able to hobble along and generate at least some weak measure of laughter...
Why shouldn't we be early risers?
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Because the early worm gets eaten by the early bird.
***Due to excessive lame-ness, this blog entry will self-destruct in 5-4-3-2---***
***Error: Hand cramp***
...is what I said. Savvy?
7:51 pm
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