Life's a drag.

I suppose with the recent spate of chirrups, it can't be any less fortunate to safely put my mind off for a while.

I just find things so tiresome. So rigid. Bland. And repetitive.

The thing is with people(= shit), they expect you to have a reaction to everything they say or do, to initiate with an appropriate response. Thing is, amidst a risk of spite, I just dish out the meekest of replies, regardless of the corniness/lack of substance/vile in the content.

Observe :

Colleague : Wah! Your chicken chop looks very big and tasty hor!
Me : (time freezes whilst I gather my options)

• Hmmm...I think that's cause you have an inferiority complex when it comes to the real stuff. I see your wanton mee has another function besides filling up your tummy and your chattering gap, I'd probably string the noodles around your neck twice over before stuffing the ends with wantons into your nostrils. Enjoy.

or

• Ya hor. Hur Hur Hur.

Obviously, my choice was rather imminent.

And even now, in this entry, I'd still have to think of an appropriate ending.

Heck. Scratch that.

Alan Moore is my new god.

I can safely proclaim I cannot get enough of this guy.

A pity I didn't get to read his works whilst in my pubescent years. Anyways, better late than never ya?


If you've never read a graphic novel, start with the Watchmen


And this is one fine way to begin the 2nd half of this dismal year...


Who watches the Watchmen?

Don't you just dig those cool taglines?