Days Go By

What a lovely morning. The rain pouring down heavily, continuously, from dawn till mid-morning. The cool breeze blowing into the room. I sighed in contentment as I huddled in my blanket, lost in my dreams.

Now if I was still working, not only would I had to get up at such early hour, I would also be exposed to the elements and be sloshed silly. Heavy rain is fun when you're nicely tucked in bed, alright when you are in the comfort of your car (though the traffic may ruin things a bit), but absolutely sucks when you have to take the public transportation and get around where puddles form almost everywhere. And then I would have reached my workplace, feeling grumpy, doing work which I do not have much interest in for money I do not really need.

But I'm not working anymore. Muahahaha!

The whole month of nothingness has been really nice. The boredom got to me, at first. I was frustrated that I was not doing anything much. But slowly, I have learned to embrace the nothingness and now live in blissful, peaceful, emptiness. Living the existential lifestyle is not too bad. Temporarily, at least. I know I won't no longer be able to pull such nothingness off soon in the future, so I might as well enjoy it while I can.

As I fall deeper into my coccoon of anti-socialism which I had spun around myself, television became my replacement for human contact. Reality television, to be more precise.

My own life is now on 'Power-Save' mode and I'm now taking a keen interest in watching other people's lives unfold on television. Interesting, eh? :P

Rockstar: Supernova, Tommy Lee Goes To College, America's Next Top Model, Camp Jim, Tiara Girls, My Super Sweet Sixteen, The Hills...

I am a huge fan of American Idol, but gosh, it's so wimpy as compared to Rockstar:Supernova. I didn't follow the INXS installment but now I know why it was so successful. These rockers really pack a punch! There are so much more intensity and attitude in their performances and
it's awesome to see them rock out on stage. I think Dilana have the chops to front the band, but others like Storm Large and Patrice Pike are great, too. Hopefully I get to watch it in the UK too to find out who actually won.

Tommy Lee is damn lawaks. That's all I have to say about Tommy Lee Goes To College. He didn't actually enroll in the university. He just attended some classes and participated in several university activities. And you can tell that some things were done deliberately for the laughs. But it's damn funny anyway! It's on Channel V, by the way.

Camp Jim, Tiara Girls, My Super Sweet Sixteen, and The Hills are tv shows on MTV. Camp Jim is a cheerleading camp, which is quite interesting to watch. Tiara Girls shows the behind-the-scenes and preparation taken for teen beauty pageant contestants. Wow, it's not easy and cheap to win a pageant crown. A coach specialising in teaching contestants what and how to say things could actually cost US$100 per hour. And I guess a pageant is not for the meek - it's for ultra competitive chicks who go all out to win a pageant to make themselves happy. Hmmm.

But my favourite show which I love to hate would be My Super Sweet Sixteen. In this show, would-be 16-year-olds plan the party they will never forget. Which usually involves a lot of money. You get to see super self-indulgent kids spend serious amounts of money (which is probably enough to set up a foundation for scholarships for many, many people/ feed a 3rd world country for a year) just to celebrate their 16th birthday. Most of the time, when the decorations isn't to their liking, or something trivial goes wrong, the birthday girl would throw a tantrum/cry to daddy, which daddy will OF COURSE oblige and 'set things right' later. Gosh, how could these men let themselves be manipulated like that? One boy had P. Diddy gracing his party and Kanye West to perform at his party, which is of course, set in a happening club. One chick had her party at this 5-star hotel and received a black Mercedes Benz convertible AND a diamond-studded Rolex watch. Just for being alive and turning sixteen.

I love watching this show 'cos you get to diss all those spoilt brats on tv and feel smug and morally superior while you watch them throw their huge egos around. But of course, at the same time, you secretly wished that you were also as rich as them. Haih.

I remember, when I turned sixteen, I had to take the Physics test for my year-end exam. Haih.

Thank you, Mr Alexander Graham Bell, for making my short holiday filled with mindless entertainment. And now that the Ferrari Fight Back is more exciting than ever at this stage of the Formula 1 championship, I shalt not be separated from my beloved television unnecessarily before I leave.

A word of caution to those who would like to follow my current lifestyle, though: Bumming around enlarges the bum. Bummer.