Injection of Colour To My Life

It really takes a major event in my life for me to be able to start having the urge to blog again. Just weeks ago, I was at the point where I had nothing much to say, cos my life was getting a bit bland with a constant loop set into my life.

And it seems that interesting stuff likes to come all at once.

But I suppose the impact from E3 was rather great, having met so many interesting characters both in and out of my group. The freshies were great, and I've regained my belief that it's good to health to hang out with younger people, cos they had the ideas, zeal and drive that people like me have gradually lost.

Lameness was one. For almost 2 years, people have met with my lame comments with just a roll of their eyes and making a secret wish that I disappear from the face of the earth. I can't believe I actually met people who specialize in lame jokes in this camp. OMG...

Ma'at's freshies are impossible (it seems weird to call them freshies when I regard them as friends already. Somehow, calling them 'freshies' have a sense of condescendment, but it's an easy way to refer to them). They mass chat from 10pm to 4am, and den from 12pm to 4pm. They have an outing on Tue and Fri, going for PAH this weekend, and a chalet is in the pipeline for 4 days next week.

Goodness... I take 2 months to try to get my old friends to just meet for 2 hours!

Woke up late on Tues, guess I was still trying to recuperate from the lack of sleep last week. There weren't supposed to be anybody in the house, since my sisses and mum goes to work by 10am. But there was my mum, walking out of the bathroom, pointing to me her buah luku on her head, telling me she fell at the bus stop while chasing after the bus.

I was so terrified cos the bump was bleeding and she could actually take it so easy. She told me that the ambulance came but she didn't want to go on it cos it was too expensive. I broke into a string of vulgarities and forced her to see the doc. With her osteo, I didn't want to leave anything to chances.

Yup, jolts of life comes all at once.

So I had to rush my mum to the clinic which was about to close, arrange to meet the buyer of my DVD writer and catch up with the discussion for the Ma'at gathering in the evening. Why must they all come at once and leave my other days so boring and vacant??

Back to the after-thoughts of E3, I conclude that one type of character I don't like will be the Act-Cute types. There were some people in there who were trying so hard to please others by acting cute. And by acting cute, I wasn't refering to Rainie's type of making cute expressions. These people portray themselves as the weak, squealing hamsters to demand the attention and care from their victims.

The key word here is ACT. I can see they are acting cute when their behaviour is inconsistent. One moment they'd be weak, and another moment they'd be ranting about their colourful lifestyle, very atypical of their 'weak' nature.

I admit I do act cute once in a while, but like acting hum-sup, horny etc, it was for the entertaining of people around me. Life needs some kind of laugher medicine at times, so I provided it (though I hope the others see my point).

haiz... as usual, drifting off and realizing that this is another post that has no central theme. Just as well... Ventilation.