I love attending weddings. Not so much for basking in the romantic sentiments that entail the sappy video presentations or cheesy love songs, but because weddings are avenues for me to escape into a world of perfection. Weddings are the only time and place where everyone thinks that love is pure, everybody is beautiful, 98 Degree’s songs are brilliant, alcohol is cheap and farts are aromatic. Put Adolf Hitler into a wedding and he’ll come out being Mahatma Gandhi.
Let’s face it, we meet idiots every day.
The guy you shared the elevator with who reeked like he last took a shower during his christening. The cashier who returned your change soaked in shit-like remnants. The asshole who just couldn’t shut the hell up in the theatre. Or the salesperson who just wouldn’t let you walk away without killing someone.
Fact is, this world is over-populated with so many half-wits that the day you do not come across any form of stupidity or wankers is the day you should start worrying about the apocalypse. Read the rest of this entry »
Facebook. That’s the magic word.
If there is one thing in this universe that can turn reason into irrationality; intellect into downright stupidity and a high-flying, white-collared executive into a fucking farmer, it’s Facebook.
I’m not going to play high and almighty here because I use Facebook, too. I mean, who doesn’t right? Celebrities use it, parents use it (unfortunately), politicians use it, the person next to me uses it and chances are that twisted nut from high school is searching for your profile with it at this very moment. Read the rest of this entry »
Today, I spent a grand total of 3 hours in my car. That is nothing spectacular, right?
Nothing spectacular if you’re a bus or taxi driver, that is.
No, I am not here to talk about the 4 rounds of traffic congestion I had to go through. Horrible traffic situations have become such a norm in this country that people tend to mentally shut you off whenever the words “traffic”, “jam”, “accident” and “government” are strung together in a sentence.
Of the 3 hours I spent in the car, almost one-third of it was used looking for a parking bay in my office’s vicinity. You see, I work in this place called Mid Valley City, or The Worst Fucking Place In The World, as I would like to call it. Engaging in ruthless combats for parking spots with thousands of other patrons on a daily basis has become a routine. It’s like all the men in the world have just stumbled upon the last remaining whore-house on planet earth after the events of 2012.
