happier things

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effer.

empty promises abound. decades of thankless favours and chores. seven thousand three hundred cans and eight thousand three hundred and ninety-five despairing nights later, you'd think resolution was at hand. clucking bell.

the slingshot constantly reloaded, but the aims are vain. golems don't flinch at pebbles, silly.

the pursuant lets his arms fall to his side as the golem lumbers on. surely one has better things to do with one's life than to fight a lost battle with no moral implications. surely one is not obliged to put aside one's happiness indefinitely for another that rarely, if ever, recognises what his keeper has done for him. surely one has suffered enough in two decades to put one's foot down and move on.

if only you'd make good on your promise and take your selfish soul (or lack thereof) far, far away. fuck you very much.

my resolutions for 2010

1. complete a full marathon!!!
2. fulfill my promises to Ferdi e.g. bake more often
   
3. be more efficient and productive i.e. sleep less and do more faster
   
4. spend less time in malls and more in nature sites
5. be more thrifty! - i suppose i shall write a separate post on sneaky ways for the underpaid yuppies to save moolah ;)
   
6. hone photography skills
   
7. read more than 50 books this year (that works out to 1 a week?! i might have to rethink this one...)
8. be more caring to my family and friends
9. travel more e.g. visit a volcano (i really don't see how this helps #5)
10. have the discipline to see my resolutions through

HOW'S MY RESOLVE? Call 9384 XXXX or leave a tag here to give feedback.

the Snorer

Everyone has stories to tell, some interesting, others not so. Mine's about a guy I like to refer to as the Snorer.

The Snorer catches the same bus everyday and sits in the same seat in the same position: with his knees folded up against the seat in front. His mouth is always slightly ajar and his beady eyes shut tight. How do I know if his eyes are beady, you're asking. Well, this is a perfect illustration of literary licence.

Back to the Snorer. You'd have inferred by now that he's sleeping on the bus. Not that it's a crime, he just makes the bus ride a little less dignified for himself and a little more unpleasant for others.

The problem for me, is that I happen to like sitting in the same area as he: near the back of the second deck in a window seat. That's because the sun is least able to blind you with its morning brilliance in that area of the bus. So... I often end up sitting pretty close to the Snorer, becoming an unwilling audience of his personal symphony.

Today, to protect the sanctity of my morning commute, I traded the best seat in the house for somewhere less ideal in terms of shade, but infinitely more tranquil.

I guess this is where my snory ends, till next time.

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