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.