A great morning in one of the world’s most densely populated cities…

…involve not feeling like you’re in one of the world’s most densely populated cities.

(Also involves realising the limitations of this phone camera. Viewed outside of a tiny phone screen, these just look sub-par. I’m developing this feeling that my good old Lumix point and shoot beats whatever things they keep packing into phones these days. )

On reading, TV shows, and being a junkie

I realise I spend a lot of time reading books I don’t really like just because I feel like I should finish books I start. Then I put off reading because who wants to read a book you don’t like? But then I can’t start another book unless I finish reading the one I’ve started. So I don’t read. Tada. Quited retarded logic really.

For the past few months, I’ve been mostly addicted to TV shows. I binged through Seasons 3, 4 and 5 of The Good Wife. After that was done, I said I’ll take a break and read a book. I read maybe one chapter, discovered Orange is the New Black, and binged right through the two seasons in about 2 weeks. If I didn’t have Chinese slitty eyes before, now I definitely do.

Other than that, I just really really need to stop scrolling through useless brain shit on my phone. I seem to spend every waking moment staring at one screen or another. Be it the 12 hours I spend sitting in front of a PC at work; the accumulated minutes of me standing at the bus stop, waiting for the lift, sitting on the tram, waiting for takeout, and eating dinner while reading the news, googling things I will forget, and getting jealous of other people’s lives on Facebook; the hours spent binge watching TV on my computer at home…..it’s crazy. I have no self control. (And it also shows that I don’t have a life?)

Sometimes I think I’ll make the best/worst junkie. When I was reading the Game of Thrones books, I bombed through them one after another. Man, if you’re my dealer, you’re gonna love me.








(my own stupid mini) revolution and why I’m a bad employee

I struggle to write here. Because for some egoistic reason, I think I should only write things that are “good”. But I never thought that what I think is “good” is most likely just shite to everybody else. So who cares? From now on, not me.

Hey, have you seen Snowpiercer? It’s this awesome Korean-made film starring Chris Evans – but that’s beside the point. Never been a fan of Chris Evans, or Korean movies for that matter (so there, I’ve just given you the guarantee that my comments aren’t biased), but this was an awesome combination of action, sci-fi, social commentary, class struggle and all that stuff. I’ve always been a sucker for underdogs throwing a revolution and kicking-ass!

Which, in a way, means I make a bad corporate employee. I pointed and laughed when I spotted Naomi Klein’s book No Logo in the company library which is otherwise full of titles like Seven Habits of Highly Effective People; The One Minute Manager; Getting to Yes: Negotiating Agreement Without Giving In; Management 3.0 and all that sort.

I have no idea how Naomi Klein’s anti-globalisation, anti-corporation, anti-branding manifesto made it into the library of one of the biggest multinational corporations in the world – whether no one knew what it was about and someone just slotted a random donated book in, or it was a brilliant subversive joke, I applaud the person.

I’m a natural rebel. Sometimes, I don’t do things that “aren’t compulsory but should generally be done” especially if they “should be done fast because that pleases the boss” – especially not when I have things to do that actually matter. If pushed, I might do it, but slowly, or an hour before deadline. You get the point.

Basically, I’m digging my own corporate grave and everyone thinks I’m crazy (and/or stupid). But hey, I’m ok with that. I don’t intend to sell my soul.



t-shirts people wear: Juicy

JuicyI have this bad habit of reading the text on people’s t-shirts, which is amusing, baffling and sometimes infuriating all at the same time.

To my friends, when I point out the ridiculousness of the prints on their tops, it’s unnecessary and embarassing. (Speaking of which, I need to get a shot of my flatmate’s top that says something about murdering some kid.)

People tend not to think twice about foreign language prints on their clothing, like the summer I went to France when it was hit by this craze of having Chinese characters on tops and trousers. They had the most ridiculous words possible printed on them. I thought, for all the mocking Asians get for having non-sensical European-language idiocy on their clothing, oh yeah – payback time!

Meanwhile, my neighbour likes juicy I guess. *ahem*