You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide

a week ago, my lady boss told us that there was an outbreak in the office. i didn’t think much about it, cos the word “outbreak” suggests dozens of people being violently ill. since only three of my colleagues were on one-week sick leave, i decided to carry on with my extremely unhealthy lifestyle – chain smoking, refusing to sleep, putting off exercising.

then came two days ago. as soon as i reached the workplace, my friend jul screamed, “what happened to you? you look like shit.”

but i always look like shit. so i ignored her, though in hindsight, she was probably trying to tell me something.

an hour later, and more comments on how i looked like i was dying, it finally hit me: i was the latest casualty of the office outbreak

Fear Itself

horror movies make me laugh; cemeteries are as scary as parking lots. so, technically i’m fearless, right?

errr… no.

you see, supernatural beings are not frightening if you don’t believe. as a non-believer, it naturally doesn’t bother me. but heights… *ahem* HEIGHTS ARE DIFFERENT. and we’re not talking about a skyscraper here; more like two floors above the ground.

i went to singapore with my bro last year, and we checked into this room which was on the 11th floor. as soon as we stepped in, i caught a glimpse of the windows and i could only imagine how frightening it must be to look down. i didn’t sleep for five days; i made stupid excuses to go to 7-eleven throughout the night, like it was the best-est store on the entire island; i opted to sleep in the bathtub only because it was the furthest from the windows. i would have taken the closet too, but it was too dusty.

five years ago, my cousin conned me into taking the giant drop at jerudong park. to these days, i still refuse to talk to him. i’ve had recurrent dreams of that fateful night. unless he’s willing to cough up money for therapy, we ain’t friends.

my friends are always saying, “try bungee jumping. or maybe skydiving? conquer that phobia of yours already.” but unless they forced me at gunpoint… wait… forget it. just shoot me instead

Click, Click, Click

maybe there’s a significance to july; maybe it’s just me. but every year, at the end of june, i feel the need to change, like a good spring cleaning of my life. this time last year, it was kissing singledom goodbye. this year, it’s photography.

well, okay… the interest didn’t pop outta nowhere. i’ve been flirting with the idea for… five years? oh well, now that i have a hand-me-down-canon 350D-from-brother-dearest, i’m ready to snap away

no, no, no. don’t expect anything spectacular anytime between now and 2056. we all have limitations, and art is mine. then there’s photoshop, which is another roadblock. even this new wordpress dashboard had got me so confused, it took me months to figure out how to get around it.

but if july is the month of changes, then photography *has* to stay ;P

p/s: the pic was a sad attempt at earning a spot in the world of photography…

How Do You Criticise Awareness?

“stuff white people like” is one of those rare gems on the blogosphere. at first glance, it seemed to be a racist site that served to attack the white; it’s really not. if anything, it’s founder christian lander’s way of poking fun at his own kind – like russell peters does the indian – and entertains the masses in the process.

among my faves are: #28 not having a tv, which advises us to “NEVER suggest they are making a mistake or that there is a value to owning a TV”; #18 awareness, which points out that “white people… firmly believe that all of the world’s problems can be solved through ‘awareness’”, allowing them “to feel that sweet self-satisfaction without actually having to solve anything or face any difficult challenges”; and #1 coffee, which “white guys will.. call… anything but coffee”, but rather “rocket fuel”, “java”, “joe”, and “black gold”.

lander also suggests that if “a white person shows up in your country, you can make them feel fantastic by saying how you’ve never seen a white person before, and that you are amazed by their iPod… They might give it to you, then you can sell it for profit. Repeat as necessary”.

seems tricky, but worth a try, eh?