I hate Haruki Murakami's balls. He never fails to draw the weakest emotions out from any human and make them cry. And suckers just love holding on to his words to be enticed into breaking down & falling over a blackpool of nolstagia. Again, it alludes to a popular tune of a previous decade just like "Norwegian Wood". This one is titled "South of the Borders, West of the Sun". Letdown ending leaving me hanging in the bleak emptiness. Protagonist's childhood love abandoned him and vanished after they shagged after decades of wait. High and dry. Has he achieved his purpose or am I mistaken.

I took a cab back from opposite Beauty World after a drink with Biddy and Darrell at the coffeeshop. Darrell and I left together. The concerned cab driver inquired, "Miss, is that guy walking to the other cab your bf?"
"huh, no lah. He's my friend lah."
"oh, I thought you 2 had a fight." Hahahah, i laughed not cos it's funny. But cos it was so ironic. Cos I did have a fight with my bf but it was much earlier on. I move half my stuff away and the other half was thrown all over the floor.
Anyway I replied, "If I wanna fight I will do it at home, not in the streets." Which is true.
"I've seen too many things, Miss. Couples fight, blame me as well. Too many of these lah."
I think I need help. The world does seem as ugly as what the driver describes.
Tomorrow is another start of the nauseating week.

I did something to make my dwelling look less like a Bangla squatter.

You're
the United Nations!

Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to
completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long
way to go.  You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each
other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of
beating each other about the head and torso.  Sometimes it works and sometimes
it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result. But your heart
is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.


Take the Country Quiz

This is really quriky! But i don't quite agree so i did another and got this:
You're France!
Most people think you're snobby, but it's really just that you're better than everyone else. At least you're more loyal to the real language, the fine arts, and the fine wines than anyone else. You aren't worth beans in a fight, unless you're really short, but you're so good at other things that it usually doesn't matter. Some of your finest works were intended to be short-term projects.

How You Life Your Life

You tend to deprive yourself of things you crave, for your own good. You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you. You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly. You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.

How Do You Live Your Life?

This is inspired by the aquarium with the baby sharks in my condo.

I check out BD's "which rock chick you are" pseudopsychoanalytic site and I am PJ Harvey - Honest. Independent. Determined. Only the 1st comment is applicable. Too bad I never bother to pick up her CD.
To BD: At least you still have friends. My friends are either married or in IMH i.e. transmission terminated. Occasionally I have some students talking to me on the bus to school way before lights comes on in the day. Mainly the boys from my Sec 3 classes. Being anal and caustic, I can't hope for more.
Being a tutor is indeed a great, boring job. Being a school teacher gives more occasions to bitch. That's the only difference. It gives meaning to life - more bitching.