It’s September again, and my birthday is on the 16th. I guess it’s time for me to put out a shameless post and drop you some big hints on what I want when I turn 23 later this month.
Small Talk:
Busy days have left this blog stagnating for such a long, long time. For that, I apologise. Until I catch up with what’s been happening with me these past couple of weeks, here’s another story from my misadventures in Vietnam :D
It was the fourth day of our trip, and it was a pretty long one, too. We had spent the better part of the day exploring Ho Chi Minh city on foot. Trying out a sweet place for lunch, sightseeing and getting ourselves a fantastic full-body massage [no funky business, mind you].
So we went back to the hotel, and all we wanted was a nice shower and a good rest before our flight the next day. I went into the bathroom only to realise that there was no hot water from the shower. I didn’t mind it, since it’s been a rather hot day and I needed to cool off, anyway.
After I was done, I relayed the news to Yun Chuan, who was sharing the room with me. He insisted on a hot shower, so he made a call to the front desk about the matter.
“Okay Fazri, you have to realize something. You are an interesting person, with lots of interests. If people are gonna get along with you, they’re gonna have to want to listen to your stories.”
That’s what she told me. Yeah, I guess she’s right - at least the part about people having to want to listen to my stories to get along with me. I know that, I’ve done that many times, I’ve gotten along with many people just fine with my stories.
I guess the real problem here is the lack of a drive.
“Oh, come on. You’re telling me you don’t have a crush on anyone? At all?”
Sure I do. It’s hard to not have a crush on someone when your classmates are made of nubile and pretty-looking sweet young things. I just… couldn’t bring myself to throw myself at them and show off my stuff. I can’t do that whole peacock ritual, it’s just… I’d feel uncomfortable. It’s like I’m trying to wear someone else’s skin.
Then again, I haven’t really entertained much thoughts for romantic adventures. Last time I did that I ended up quite critically damaged.
It took quite a while for me to recover and perhaps the trauma of rejection still lingers in my subconscious. I could feel it tugging the strings, working my limbs like a puppeteer would.
I’m just too scared of risks in romance. I haven’t had much of a good track record. The first time I ever got a girl to like me, I got scared and left her hanging. I never knew that she actually liked me, until many many years later when she introduced me to her new boyfriend.
After that, I’ve been dealing one bad card after another. After a couple of years’ worth of effort not bearing much fruit, I guess I’ve kinda shut myself out from these things.
No, don’t give me that ‘you gotta take risks in love’ bullshit. I’ve taken enough risks to last me another decade or two, thanks to that useless piece of shit generic advice. Life is not a movie, coincidences don’t just click like that.
You have to go out and make it happen. Some people do it and get it, some people try, fail, try again only to fail even harder.
“Don’t worry, someday you’ll find the right one for you.”
Yeah. Right. I’ve heard that a million times. I just wish someone would actually come up to me and say something like, “Don’t worry, someday she’s the one who’s going to find you.” But then, life isn’t a movie. Who am I kidding, right?
UPDATE:
Ark, wtf? The comments disappeared!? All I did was upgrade to WP2.6! Grr…
For the past few weeks, I find myself hanging out at places that offer free refills. Yes, I’m that much of a cheap bastard. McD is one thing, but I’m quickly growing fond of Japanese restaurants like Sushi King and Ichiban Ramen because - yes, that’s right - they offer free refills of green tea [I prefer mine hot, by the way].
Why not Teppanyaki, you ask? That’s easy. I don’t like teppanyaki. I believe bean sprouts are evil sentient organisms that grow in massive numbers in an attempt to take over the universe by putting themselves up for human consumption, allowing their hyperevolutionary virus to act on the human hosts. Zerg infestation is nothing compared to the wrath of those swarming little beasts.
Small Talk:
[Mini update: 11th July] I’ll be at the Bon Odori festival in Shah Alam tomorrow. Stop by the EMiNA picnic camp [near the huge Panasonic clock] and say hi! Hopefully I’ll be able to shoot more pictars this time around XD
A lot of times people have confronted and voiced their doubts about my tastes in entertainment. The usual conversations would involve a typical, almost predictable set of accusing remarks and questions. This concerns a broad scope of media, actually.
Games, music, movies, books and of course, the biggest fish in my pond, anime. Allow me to explain my habits for entertainment a little bit. Given that a person would spend about 2-3 hours consuming different types of media daily, let’s do some math.
Let’s say I spend about 8-10 hours per day occupying myself with let’s say an average of 4 different types of entertainment. Think of it as reaching into a black bag filled with lots of coloured balls.
