The title is as it is because I love it when South-Parkateers go to their mayor and complain about random stuff. They all go "rable rable rable" because all their endless trivial concerns make no sense, as with this entry. Heh.
I like to think of blogs or diaries as parallel to a Pensive - when there's too much on my mind I write, and forget, so I have a clearer head to think of other stuff. I once tried to write an entire diary entry in silver link - because of the Pensive thing you know - but reading it gave me a headache because it was too shiny so I gave that up.
Anyhow, I want to rable rable rable along because there's too much in my head again and I cannot hear myself think. In "point" form then (and by point form I actually mean essay form):
1. Overheard: Halloween costumes discussion weeks back. Heard really amusing stuff from some peeps at work on keeping to the tradition of dressing up for something scary instead of the all-new sexed-up during Halloween parties. A girl said she'd wanna go as a Lehman minibond while another said she'd go as a melamine molecule. Omg, freaking hilarious.
2. Sometimes, I think I should slow down and smell the flowers instead of constantly living on steroids. I mean, seriously, since it's a journey we all have to take before we hit our final destination, in which Gandalf describes as the "next great adventure" (ie. death), it doesn't seem like I have much of a choice and I'd lose out if I don't just shift gears already and smell the fucking flowers. Every night I pray that I will never wake up but since the gods think it's a mighty great joke for me to continue charging madly along, I still wake up every morning cursing and swearing.
Anyways the other day I had a day off, and I decided to be really good to myself for once and be completely useless for a day. Meaning I don't do anything substantial at all - sleep in, watch all kinds of crap on youtube and stare into space for hours on end. Basically, be one of them sad pathetic useless bums who do not contribute to society. For just one day.
So after sleeping for 12 hours (finally, I've been clocking an average of 3 hours a night), I lazed in bed for another hour daydreaming, watched two reruns of Xmen evolution the cartoon, made a sandwich, and checked my email.
Yes, checked my email. I was sooooooo angry with myself after that. What the hell is wrong with me, I can't even stop and rest for a day? What's worse, after checking, I sent email, and started worrying about school work, work assignments and the future. Fucking barking madcap, what flowers.
3. I've taken to doing crooked cartwheels around the office at 7am in the morning since no one is around in bid to...
i) wake up
ii) get the blood going though it starts charging by itself when the stock market opens
iii) stretch: cartwheels are fantastic - they stretch the arms, legs, back muscles all at the same time!
iv) kill myself, and
v) a pathetic attempt at perfecting cartwheels. Perhaps 2 years down the road with 10 cartwheels every morning I shall be able to do a perfect cartwheel. In heels. Then I'll move on to front flips then back flips then combination flips and by 30 years old, I can be a cheerleader. Yay, rah rah rah.
4. There are times you feeling extremely jaded and sick and tired of everything and you just don't give a fucking damn anymore to whatever you do. I'm in one of those phrases now. Which is dangerous. I don't take pride in my work, I make all sorts of simple unforgivable mistakes and I haven't been very civilised or discreet about complaining about work at work.
Thing is I love my job but I could love it much more. Maybe 20% of what I do is what I really want to do and the rest of the 80% is what I'd rather do than any other industries. At this point of time, I'm pretty sure this is the industry I wanna spend the rest of my working life in (of course this is subjected to change - one day I may get too jaded or then again, I may never make it to do 80% of what I really want to do).
As with most local firms, the workers are overwork and underpaid. I'm usually alone on morning shifts and I'm pissed that I can't take an hour off to do lunch and I'm pretty much in front of my PC the entire time and sometimes its *SO* busy I can't even take 15mins out to take a crap. By the end of the shift I'd have mostly worked myself up into a hissy fit.
And, I have to do work outside work. Miserable pay aside, I don't mind the extra work, but now I've got school assignments to do and I'm really, really tired. Why can't we hire just one more person, we are stretched so thin. Sigh.
The other day I made friends with somebody from another department because we were at the same event, both doing extreme OT, and she was swearing at her job and making snide puns on the company name... the pun now has a facebook group of its own and I'm surprised people are openly joining and none of the superiors have done anything about it.
5. I've been thinking about how to spend my upcoming AWS, aka 13th month salary. Phew, it has been approved despite the financial meltdown although I don't think we are getting any bonuses on top of that at all. The sensible part of me says I ought to save it all up for school. Every other parts of me are holding weapons of sorts and threatening to butcher me if I did something sensible.
After all, bonuses are for little rewards and treats, are they not? I mean, after all the shit that one has to go through at work for the past 12 months its unthinkable AWS should be used for anything sensible at all. I'm sure there is a rule somewhere that Zeus will strike me repeatedly with his thunderbolt should I do sensible stuff. Yay, I'm such a genius - use one of the gods as an excuse to do incorrigible stuff because apparently nobody ever openly questions religion-induced practices.
Anyways, I'm already selling my chickens long before the eggs are laid. I bought
aanother pair of lovely, lovely boots at Zara. Gosh more shoes, I need to be put into a concentration camp. I also want to make use of the financial crisis to squeeze out a better deal for a facial package, which part of the AWS will go to, and buy loads of clothes, and buy a lovely pink Nintendo so I can play cooking mama, new MP3 player with recording function cos mine is bit bonkers and, and, and I have to stop making the list r i g h t n o w.
6. I've been addicted to "I survived a Japanese Game Show". OMG, the Japanese are REALLY crazy. LOL they had games like "human cranes", "bugs on the windshield" and "you look funny stuck on the wall". And the Japanese audience, they laughed until they looked like they were about to go into seizure. And they have peeps dressed up like mafias to throw the loser out. OMG, completely out of this world and awesome.
7. I've been really really bad recently and haven't been doing most of my assignments. Nor studying. I've only done 2 of 4 assignments, and attended 2 of 4 tests. While I passed my Econs (phew), I got a completely miserable 4/12 for Statistics. ARUGH. I'm beginning to get panic attacks on whether I can actually pass my first year in Uni. *Sigh* It's like not totally my fault for not studying and stuff, sometimes work gets in the way and work has to come first.
8. Which brings me to point 8. I've found a subject I hate more than Econs: Statistics. At least I learnt substantial stuff in Econs, and it has helped me a very wee bit in work. Statistics makes
no sense whatsoever. I swear. Now if I wanted a sample of 50 from a population, I'd take 50 and do the goddamn test. Why would anyone take a sample of 1000 first, then take 50 from the 1000?! Bloody annoying. There are close to 20-odd formulas I have to learn for Stats 101 and they all don't make sense and I'm not exaggerating. It's bleeding ridiculous. ARUGH. Fuck. Hate.
9. I love maths. I love maths. I love maths. I love maths. I love maths. I completely understand maths. The subject makes complete sense. The lecturer is not teaching too fast. It does not give me headaches. It does not scare the crap out of me. It is a loveable subject. It is very easy. I am going to get distinction. I am not getting panic attacks. I love solving equations. I do not curse nor swear during math classes. I do not wish horrible deaths on creators of the subject. I love maths. I love maths. I love maths. I love maths. I love maths.
10. We learnt about Marx and Weber and stuff in Sociology 101 – right up my interest ally. From what little I gathered in class amid my caffeine-induced state-of-wakening, I'm a fan of capitalism and contained disdain for communism because I truly believe that everybody should be rewarded according to how hard they work. I mean, I have been working really hard for half my life and I hope to achieve some part of my dream someday, with a comfortable salary. It won't be fair if my hard work is taken for naught and I receive the same salary as a bummer who refuses to make an effort. So although it has its flaws, Capitalism pushes people to realise dreams more than other systems. The irony is, Capitalism was founded by a religious group on a quest to heaven while Communism is wary of religions - complete opposite of my religious direction. The only thing I agree with Communism is that religion is a hazard to society. Which brings me to another irony in itself – Capitalism banks on big money - greed and religion should not co-exist. Communism shares the profit (some form of love thy neighbour) so it has more "religious" values. The whole system is contradicted. And that's why folks, earth is the insane asylum of the universe.
11. I dunno which genre of movie despairs me more: half-baked scary shows with zero plot, or awful toilet humour shows that are just complete trash. I just watched Zack and Miri make a Porno. My verdict? Zack and Miri should never
ever make any movies/shows. Period.
I seriously
hate ludicrous shows like these. Think 40-year-old virgin, Knocked-up, Blades of Glory, etc. They are *SO* dumb, why do people watch them? So astoundingly stupid, so incredulously absurd, and so dismally unfunny beyond believe.
But - don't take my word for it. It seemed the entire cinema found the lewd jokes funny except for me and Yiying. Or rather, from the laughter, most who found the show amusing were guys. Go figure.
In my defence, it's not as if I don't have a sense of humour - I love intelligent humour such as Mock the Week where people make wisecracks at politics. To get off the elitist highhorse, I appreciate brainless stuff more than any period epics - such as Chick flicks the likes of Mean Girls and Ella Enchanted. There's nothing funnier than a couple of hot sorority chicks doing mean stuff to each other and there's nothing I like better to watch than fairytale inspired movies where they all end the same way - the poor girl now has a hot Prince Charming beau and they ride off on a pretty unicorn in the sunset to their castle and happily ever after.
But seriously, toilet humour... It's like, I completely cannot comprehend, why sagging titties are funny. No, really, why are they funny? Do you look at your grandma's boobies and burst out laughing? And why is two naked burly morons wrestling with each other funny? And why is it funny when two guys compare the size of their weenies (wee-nies, heh) or compare the "bitches" they have shagged or describe their sexual escapes.
First off, it's sexist, not funny, to deem girls as fucktoys. Second, how, oh how the hell, is sex funny? It's a completely natural process. Third, the racism in these shows annoy the crap out of me. We all know its taboo to make fun of any coloured skin people unless they make fun of themselves, for instance, I'm Chinese so I can make fun of Chinese people. But at the other end of this skewed unwritten rule, everybody else can make fun of white people. Why can't we just make this equal? It's either we all insult each other or we don't.
Point I'm trying to make is, in the show, the boss of the coffee place asked this African American to work on Black Friday, which is the term for a day of shopping after Thanksgiving. And the African American tried to get out of working by playing the race card, accusing the boss of asking him to work on Black Friday because of his skin colour. A few scenes later, it's perfectly fine that he names his production "rich nigger production" or something like that because it is totally okay for him to insult his own race, and it's also okay, and supposedly uproarious to have his wife call his Caucasian friend "yo, white boy!". How utterly ridiculous and completely disgraceful. Yes, yes I know there were wrongdoings in the past between the races but if this is the way we should play it then perhaps we should continue hounding the axis forces for their WWII debts, start shooting the communists for bulldozing our democratic friends and start a whole new campaign to terrorise people with same beliefs with the terrorists. It's unthinkable, isn't it. The British people do them race jokes properly to fantastic effect - sometimes, so its not undoable ok.
The vocabulary is brilliant - one word says it all. I hate American shows where half the script consists of the word fuck. Granted, I wouldn't doubt for a minute 'fuck' is the most repeated word in my vocab but seriously, thrice in a sentence? What's the point of learning English anymore.
The entire show is pointless. This pair of completely pathetic boy-girl pals have no money to pay their bills or rent (oh but have money to go pub and drink beer, go figure) so decided to make pornos to sell. So they recruit a bunch of misfits and decided to go along with the theme of starwars, with about ten thousand horrendous puns and spoofs. What happens but their garage gets destroyed (best part of the show. I thought it was going to end on a good note, but no) so they decide to shoot at their work place, the coffee joint, the horrors. Along comes more dreadful puns and such. Then they start fucking. I was hoping they get over and done with it fast and we could all call it a day and go outside the cinema and puke out our intestines. Lo-and-behold, the lead characters had to go and complicate things and fall in love during sex, and whine and whine about each other having sex with other people in the porno when it was their goddamn fabulous idea in the first place. And then they kick up a fuss about the entire thing and run away from home, which is just about the most mature thing I have ever seen in my life, and the rest of the cast becomes life long friends (I think they mean fuck-buddies) through the porno flick despite never completing it thanks to the brats.
Put the script writer in a range and shoot him, I say!
And, I have to complain about the casting of the male lead. I'd watch a porno with an average looking male lead. Not this... thing:
This is beyond sick. I mean, of course in real life karma may decide to kick me in my ass and I may fall head-over-heels in love with a fat, fugly bastard but seriously, in motion pictures where casting is by choice, can we put at least an average-looking dude there? The female lead is hot enough. So is one of the extras in the show. So, why not make the good looking male extra the lead and we can all squirm in our seats watching a soft-core porn disguised as a movie in the cinema? When I was watching the sex scenes, I was soooooo completely turned off and just felt like I was gonna vomit out my last week's dinner onto the dude sitting in the next row. How does the girl act, doesn't she feel sick! Arugh. When she was looking at him with those puppy love infested blue eyes, I decided she should win an Emmy.
Anyways, this buckload of crap doesn't deserve any rating. I usually wouldn't watch these kinda shows even if you hold a chainsaw to my neck. ARUGH. Why. Do. I. Have. To.
12. On a brighter note regarding movies. There's like one or two British films this hols? BIG difference from every other year, even though I loved last year end's Hollywood fantasy flicks. There's Wild Child, which technically speaking is not a British film but is based on British boarding schools... they play lacrosse! How cool is that, I've always wanted to see a lacrosse game in action! Then there's Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging. Erm ok, so I think there's one more or something just can't remember. It isn't a lot, but is more than your average daily dose. It isn't everyday we have even one Brit film. Harry Potter is awful and isn't counted. Of course there are other quite alluring shows like Bedtime stories, Yes Man, Bolt, Winx Club & Cape #7!!
13. Speaking of British shows, according to Travis, The IT Crowd is back! Yippie Yay!!! I hope they have even more awesome screensavers this time round! But I really need Mock the week to come back. What with the recent milk scandals and financial downturn and Obama's administration and Zimbabwe crisis (whoever said Bush is the worst president in the world has never heard of Mugabe) and yet another major attack in the name of religion, the Mock the Week panelists and all us hardcore MTW fans can have a field day. Sigh, I want MTW... BBC producers, pls pls pls pls pls make it a weekly regular, not seasonal!!!
14. Speaking of Cape #7, I watched it! It's pretty brilliant, considering I've never watched any Taiwanese movies before (does Taiwan even make movies?). I'm also superbly surprised that a huge chunk of the show was in Minanyu (Hokkien), definitely more than 30% (more than 50%, even), and it passed all the dismal censors here! Yay! And the show was freaking hilarious, albeit just the tiniest bit cheesy, as with most Taiwanese shows. I'm just so glad I finally got to watch a show that has dialects, now all we need to do is to get the government to stop voicing over all the Hong Kong Cantonese shows. What's so bad about dialects, seriously.
15. I'm most awfully glad we are going to see so much more of Hillary Clinton.
16. I've recently decided names really play a huge part on who people become. Take a look:
Rebecca Pitcher - Theatre actress famous for role of Christine in Phantom of the Opera (Read: Pitcher)
... and so on.
What the hell is a "Ng"? I need to change my surname. To "Ace" or "Moolah" or "rule-the-world"... something.
