a lil racism...

Living on an island,

Thought it would be fun,

Now after 3 years,

I find i'm freaking done,

These beaches aren't so blue,

And sun ain't too yellow,

Although I've got my crew,

The rest are kind of shallow,

The uni's admin sucks,

The grading system's biased,

But according to them,

We are the stupid liars,

Their curry puffs are weird,

They stuff them up with mee,

The only thing that's nice to drink

Is teh po-ci.

Carrot jeans are all they wear,

oh yeah, and shirts with checks,

They walk around with Blackberrys

Making calls and sending texts,

They zip around in coloured bikes,

paying no heed to traffic rules,

they even talk in sing-song voices,

making English sound so cruel,

It's not that i don't like them,

Those coffee-coloured clones,

I guess i just want to,

Go home.

wishful thinking (or analyzing)

in the past, i wished i could fly to the future so i could skip all that was happening in that moment, but now that i'm here in the present, which i assumed in the past was the future, i wish i was back in the past, reliving every moment that lead to the future, which currently, is my present. does that make any sense???

open doors

like the joker from a deck of cards, the phrase, "I'm fine" could mean...practically anything. It ranges from the enthusiastic, "I'm on top of the world! Even a Spanish bull couldn't bring me down!" to the tenacious "I'm at the lakes of hell, ask me why, coz' the dam at my eyes are going to burst any second and I need a shoulder i can thoroughly wet" to the guarded, "I'm not fine, really, but I don't want to talk about it and if u ask me i will ignore you like a British guard (you know, the one with the huge, furry hats).

likewise the plethoras of "are u alright?"s, "you ok?"s and other versions of this question. they could mean, "i'm asking you because i truly, deeply care about you" or "I don't really give a shit, but I'm asking because it's the right, social thing to do." to "I don't care, but my gossip cart is empty and i really need to fill it up with new dirt."

social conventions. despicable really. makes you say things you don't want to say, makes you ask things you don't want to ask. but sometimes, asking these questions, asnwering them, they get you somewhere. they open a door from one human to the other. they create trust, understanding, things we humans sadly need to keep us reminded why we are what we are and how we can help. or ask for it. you can't really get away all your life without a small emotional leak in the otherwise watertight bottle of togetherness.

all in all, we should just be honest with each other. if you feel like a drama is about to explode in front of you and you can't take it, then hold on with the questions. or if you really have something to say, then don't wait for the questions. (this really is for those with a million defense mechanisms). yeaps, that's all I have. In otherwise unrelated news, I'm going to the circus tomorrow! :)

where did C go?

where did C go? contrary to what you may think, im not inquiring about Chad Michael Murray. Though, where did he go? Bring him back please, someone.

i'm talking about chivalry. where did it go? why can't i see it anymore?

yes, probably a very well abused subject (especially blogs handled by the fairer sex) but, as a darker member of the fairer sex, I too would like to know, where did it go.

A few months ago, a guy opened the door to a restaurant for me and waited till i went in first. I stood at the entrance, speechless and motionless. And then it hit me, i haven't seen that gesture in a long, long while.

So where did bloody chivalry go? Or did it die with Fitzgerald Darcy or worse, Ben Franklin? Is it covered up with the stink of testosterone?

The truth is, I can't entirely blame guys for killing the wonderful tradition of opening doors and pulling out seats. Feminism has played a major role in scorning even the tiniest acts of gallantry, deeming it condescending and sexist for a guy to carry her heavy books or walk beside or behind her on the street. I admit, that i have been guilty of that too.

I don't want an immortal slave, throwing flowers in the path that i walk, I don't even want a constant companion pulling doors and chairs apart for me.

So I call for a truce. Once, in a sky-blue moon, surprise me with a deed of chivalry. Let the words, "Ladies first" escape your lips. And I promise not to harp on the rest of your blinding faults. :P