what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
5:08:00 PMbop to the top
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
"i'm feeling depressed today."
gosh. that's such an abused sentence that all (if not most) are guilty of using. including me. but is there really anything to be depressed about? i mean, u can feel sad over something but for most people like us, it's not worth jumping off a building over.
i rarely use the phrase now. i think the only reason the anyone would ever use it is when he/she wants to draw attention to his/herself. to test if their friends actually cares enough to ask them why. and usually, more often than not, the reasons are so trivial that i can't help but laugh to myself and think "you're depressed over that? some people have worse problems but i don't see them complaining. I have worse problems but do u see me brooding?" you may think that i'm mean in thinking this way but i really, am i the selfish one here?
oh man. and i have a serious grudge against old fifty/sixty-something aunties who board crowded buses. they'll push and shove their way through into the already tightly-packed, oven-like mess. they'll lean on to a wobbly you when the bus turns and when they see someone starting to get out of his seat, they'll dash across the bus like as though their lives depended on it. not caring if there was someone else who needs it more than them. the worst part is that they'll put on this smug look on their faces and refuse to budge an inch if the person sitting in the inner seat is trying to get out, forcing the poor person to maneouver around them. i'm not saying that all old aunties do that. it's just a select elite few who tarnish the good name of nice sweet old ladies everywhere.
when i'm old and my teeth is falling out, i won't torment kids by taking the bus. i'll get a driver. at least i'll be able to save more space on the bus that way.
sorry. i'm in a complaining mood now. dunno what's wrong with me.