DEPREVATION: Day Two
Que?
The Nasi Lemak Man is still AWOL. Tried to make up for it by buying a subsitute packet nasi lemak (same price, about one-third the size) from wan tan mee stall (mistake) that was probably cooked about the same time I was born. Eating the pathetic little packet made me feel, very sad, very deprived, and very lonely.
Nasi Lemak Man. Please come back. I won't ask for extra sambal anymore ok?
Que? (mumble mumble) Panama.
I've been in a funk again lately. My life has seemed to gravitate towards some sort of stable plateau, which I find on one hand comforting and on the other hand insanely despicable (depending on how many drinks I've had).
Its the masochist in me I think. Always trying to upset the balance of my qi. MY QI ok?
But the root of the problem is, after 25 years of angsty soul searching, of running into walls, of setting myself on fire and crawling out from the dusty ashes, I still Do Not Know What I Want. Surely life cannot be, this simplistic. This routine, and this... mediocre.
You know?
I want to:
1. Join a political party
2. Busk
3. Represent Malaysia in the Thomas Cup
4. Run a marathon
5. Spend a week in Thailand
6. Steal the Sword of Justice from the Temple of Truth and Light and become a Caped Crusader of the Night and unleash the Wrath Of The Righteous upon the bag snatchers, kidnappers, spitters and rude people, starting with those on Jalan Bukit Bintang
7. Write a Pulitzer prize winning book, but decline to accept the prize as protest against "war"
8. Bring back the leatherback turtles
9. Set fire to my desk, and request for a new one, on account of the old one being charred and in bits
10. Travel back in time to Ming dynasty where I will invent flushing toilets and sashimi and be legend forever
i think that would make me a happier puppy
either that or the Nasi Lemak Man coming home to where he belongs.
The Nasi Lemak Man is still AWOL. Tried to make up for it by buying a subsitute packet nasi lemak (same price, about one-third the size) from wan tan mee stall (mistake) that was probably cooked about the same time I was born. Eating the pathetic little packet made me feel, very sad, very deprived, and very lonely.
Nasi Lemak Man. Please come back. I won't ask for extra sambal anymore ok?
Que? (mumble mumble) Panama.
I've been in a funk again lately. My life has seemed to gravitate towards some sort of stable plateau, which I find on one hand comforting and on the other hand insanely despicable (depending on how many drinks I've had).
Its the masochist in me I think. Always trying to upset the balance of my qi. MY QI ok?
But the root of the problem is, after 25 years of angsty soul searching, of running into walls, of setting myself on fire and crawling out from the dusty ashes, I still Do Not Know What I Want. Surely life cannot be, this simplistic. This routine, and this... mediocre.
You know?
I want to:
1. Join a political party
2. Busk
3. Represent Malaysia in the Thomas Cup
4. Run a marathon
5. Spend a week in Thailand
6. Steal the Sword of Justice from the Temple of Truth and Light and become a Caped Crusader of the Night and unleash the Wrath Of The Righteous upon the bag snatchers, kidnappers, spitters and rude people, starting with those on Jalan Bukit Bintang
7. Write a Pulitzer prize winning book, but decline to accept the prize as protest against "war"
8. Bring back the leatherback turtles
9. Set fire to my desk, and request for a new one, on account of the old one being charred and in bits
10. Travel back in time to Ming dynasty where I will invent flushing toilets and sashimi and be legend forever
i think that would make me a happier puppy
either that or the Nasi Lemak Man coming home to where he belongs.
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