The 30th Bon Odori event was held on 15th July at Matsushita Sports Centre, Shah Alam. In Japan, Bon Odori is traditionally held from 13th to 15th July [read more]. However, here in Malaysia they only pick one of those 3 days, and usually on weekends.

It was a merry event with lots of expensive food, just like last year. Despite the fact that I got deserted by the very people I invited, I still managed to have myself a good time.

I don’t know how to describe the shituation I’m in right now. All the drama from yesterday has really thrown me off my usual lifestyle. First, I lost one of my memory cards. Today, my whole camera bag [which contained my personal beloved A700 AND all of my filters] got stolen when I was at Sungai Wang.

What the bloody fuck. This time, I’m really really angry. Really pissed. Not in the mood for humour.

I thought being normal wasn’t something that was much of a big deal. But it didn’t take long enough for me to realise how difficult it was for me to…just be normal, like other people. I keep getting stuff like “Why can’t you be like a normal student?” or “Dude, you’re anything but normal.” so often that I’ve surrendered to the fact that I longer am, normal.

For something that was supposedly natural and effortless, being normal has somewhat become an arduous task for me. It’s quite a surprising moment when you realise that you actually have to put in a decent amount of effort just to be,… normal.

Although I now find it easier to push normalcy aside and just stay as the oddball that I already am. People still love me anyway.

Yes, I went to Bon Odori.
No, I didn’t enjoy it.
Yes, I invited a chick
Yes, I invited a friend, [a close one, in fact] who also knows the chick.
No, he’s NOT single, he’s already madly in love with his current gf.
No, it’s not the same chick that I invited.
Yes, he even offered to help me get it on with the chick
Yes, I really did want to spend time getting to know the chick
No, I didn’t get to hang out with the chick.
Yes, I became a fucking lampost, again. What the fuck.
Yes, I’m so fucking pissed.
Yes, just die, will you?
kthxgofuckyourselfanddie.

update:
Yes, I will forgive you
Yes, only if you ask me to.

You think I need anger management? Fuck off, this blog IS my anger management.

I *really* need to get back into the gym routine that I have neglected for so long. My energy levels have been low, and lethargy has begun sink in again. Oh no, I’m not gonna let it happen again, not this time. By the looks of it, I’m gonna have to look for a pair of comfort-fitting track pants and a pair of running shoes.

These shoes are made for walking. I stupidly thought they were comfy enough for me to run in. Oh well.