Eyes Wide Open

the ruthless sounds of incessant drilling and the clanging of metal-on-metal are no longer just in my head. this particular slice of culture shock has me vexed and sleepless in my hotel room; who the fuck does construction at 4 in the morning? i want to furiously fling open the window and vociferate the choicest expletives i can wrap my tongue around, but alas, i have discovered this window is unsuited to be flung open, furiously or otherwise, because it has to be first unlatched and then carefully slid open. where is the satisfaction in that, i ask you? absolutely none - it is like venting your anger by trying to slam a swinging door. and so i sit here grumpily at my laptop, pounding my frustration into the keyboard in rhythm with the pounding of hammers and nails coming from next door.

go to bed, you insensitive constructioners, so that others may too do the same!

what’s been up lately :

humphrey hops

dragon boat races in Stanley

cute bean dolls purchased from cute bean stalls

many sulks

schedule clashes aplenty

watching imaginary TV with cardboard cutouts

heart-shaped spring onions in (salmon belly) miso soup

crabby Tim Tam

schoolgirls and french maids

harassing rickshaw drivers

horrific SAT results (this is your cue to not ask what i got)

Cashback - most awesome movie i’ve seen lately

my hot boyfriend

what’s coming up soon :

weekend at penang. asam laksa, imma come get you

global xounds on friday

Menopause the Musical

Harry Potter the movie AND the book, oh my god, someone please get me a chair i think i’m going to faint from the ecstacy

Sarawak Rainforest Festival, finally!

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the construction people are still at it. sometimes i wish to be oblivious to all the bangs and booms that have become a tax on the 21st century society’s love of gleaming concrete-and-glass skylines that make such pretty postcard pictures but turn us all into melting, sweaty puddles of heat whilst global warming helps us cook eggs on the sidewalk. but ignorance is not always bliss, and ignorance is what gives us hard boiled eggs that will eventually roast to a crisp as the chickens and humans in cooling suits look sadly down upon the remnants of the eggs that lie on their cement graveyards that is the pavement of the new office building down the street from your old high school.

Comments June 25th, 2007