Sunday, November 19, 2006
"If something can go wrong, it will."So says Murphy's Law, anyway.
I can't agree more, really.
A few examples are as such:
- A slice of buttered bread, when dropped, will always land butter-side down.
- The day you forget your umbrella, it pours with rain.
- Your printer will always jam the night before something important is due.
- The minute you light a cigarette, the bus happens to arrive.
It's a classic 'it-sucks-to-be-you' moment in time where you just mutter "freaking hell damn it, why so suay" under your breath.
Even if I think of it as "nothing can ever go perfectly right", it just adds to my dismay to the fact that things will always go wrong.
That's probably why people own a blog, anyway..
If everything went my way I wouldn't have anything to say apart from lovely praises and pompous boasting now, would I. I don't think anyone would want to read about narcissistic nonsense.. of course, unless waiting for arguments from flamers that don't really have other things to do apart from.. well, flaming.
But what does Murphy's Law have to do with my mood being so inconsistent?
I don't know, maybe it just adds to the fact that nothing can ever really go right for me.
And I shall prove my point. Even at 5pm, a Malay wedding singing marathon thingy downstairs still continues - with enciks, maciks and other random relatives you've never seen before singing to their hearts' contents without breaking a sweat at the expense of the neighbourhood's ears.
I don't mind if the random people going on stage to sing, but when you sound like it's time to slaughter an animal, please spare a thought for people that cannot tahan the ceaseless hours of horrendous (not to mention loud) singing.
I don't want to be an asshole to a long-practiced custom (and the fun of having loud music played so everyone can hear) but prolonged funky songs really kills the mood, in my honest opinion.
Chinese funerals are understandable because I am as sure as hell I don't want to mess with a dead person, but Malay weddings just really tick me off sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love the kompang part, but the pre-wedding karaoke session is just so wrong.
But yes, apart from silly migraines and this crazy flu, I can safely say I've had better days than this. I really need to cheer up, but it seems that the only way I could no longer seems available.
And thus I shall keep ranting to a minimum today - Sundays should be kept as a day of resting, ne.
anyhow whacked by gloria @ 5:00 pm