Irritable Solutions

Have you ever felt compelled to just correct all the spelling errors in the menu?
Or tuck in someone's blouse's label which is hanging loose and taunting you? 
Have you ever wished that you have a hammer in your car, just so that you can bash the rude and stupid drivers on the road who doesn't like to use the signal light? 
Curse under your breath because the toilet floors are drenched and finding dirty footprints on the toilet seat?
I know. It's so irritating. If you have been bottling all these emotions and angst...try Keppra. It helps you to become more aggressive and you will not have any trouble expressing yourself.
Trust me. (Disclaimer : Please consult a neurologist first)

Action Of The Day : Smile at a stranger. (Not in a scary stalkish rapist manner please) 

Cranx!

Bank Of Thoughts & Nonsense

Please do not think that I'm about to kill myself or circulating my head with suicide. This post is quite the paradox, because it's actually a very positive one. I just needed to jot my thoughts down, to preserve it. I decided to jot it here, cos it's definitely more permanent than any piece of paper where the lead on it will fade. Besides, no one really reads this blog, but if you are doing that now, that was just a notice.

I think everything happens for a reason, or at least I've been led to believe that. So whenever I'm in intense pain, I imagine that I should really get something out of the painful situation. That maybe if I learned my lesson for good, I won't have to go through all that pain again. That maybe if I didn't have such rotten thoughts or had such a rotten heart , I would never have to go through all that shit. And that makes me want to be a better person, to do better things because deep down inside, if I were better and I knew I were better, then I wouldn't have much to feel guilty about. Then my thoughts won't go directly to,"What did I do wrong?" , when shit happens. Instead my thoughts will go to...I honestly don't know what I want my thoughts to go to.

In fact, I forgot why I'm having this post in the first place.

I just know that I should be a little less of an ass and a little more of a human, I think this post was to remind me that.

Oh,and it also serves to remind me that I have to take all the shit in the world the Zen way, which I am trying to put all my Zen-ness to good use now by trying to turn every painful moment to a learning moment. It's like writing history books just so people won't repeat the same mistakes, yeah, this post is like that.

Damn, this is one hasty post.

Green Tip : Don't leave your MP3 players / iPods on and try to put your laptop to sleep mode if you refuse to turn it off.

-TANK

Pretty Yellow Toilets

I had the coolest dream ever. But it's going to bore you to death because we all don't really care about other people's dreams,so do not proceed unless you really don’t have a life. The only reason I’m posting this is so that I can preserve this dream,it left a very beautiful mental picture. And it’s nice when I can actually remember my dreams,so I really need to preserve this one.

Date : 09/06/2010

Time : Probably between 9 – 11 am

In the dream :

I was living with my relative ( I don’t know how we were related ) and I walked into this beautiful Moroccan or Italian – esque tiny house. The toilet was next to the living room at it was yellow with those tiny, tiny tiles. Some of the tiles were gold and the faucet was around your waist. It’s the most beautiful toilet I’ve ever seen ( putting aside the fact that it’s next to the living room ) , it was a cylindrical-shaped one, with an opening on the top of it ( I think you could call it an atrium ) to let sunlight in. The walls were circular, as in if you see it from a bird’s eye view, you’d see a semi-circular toilet. Of course, in the dream, I really didn’t want to shower in the living room but anyway , I walked up. And the stairs creaked as I walked up, and the walls were yellow and the stairs were made of wood. It was designed such that there were holes between the current step and the next step so your foot might slip through. As I walked up, I met a young girl with an old face. Her body was about a 12yo’s one and her face belonged to a 50yo. I asked her, “ How old are you?” She said, “A hundred and eight.”

“Huh?” I couldn’t grasp her words.

“A hundred and eight,” she said again.

“Sorry,can you please repeat yourself?”

“A hundred and eight,” she said again.

Then I believed her and got scared of her because there was something odd about her. You know,like that orphan kid? I had a camera in my hand and she came closer. She asked to look at it and I was really scared to say “No” so I let her come near. And she had a scissors in her hand which she was playing with and she kept putting it near the camera ( but I was too scared to tell her to put the scissors away ). She put the scissors so near the screen of the little camera , I thought she was going to scratch it but she just put it down and walked away and then the scissors was in my hand when she left ( you know how weird dreams can get ).

And in that house, there was a room so tiny that you had to crouch when you were in it. But that part of the dream is all a blur.

And then I woke up. Now I know how I want my toilet to look like.

Green Tip : Use less toilet paper, and more water when you wash your buttocks. ( )( ) OH and try to use recycled paper when you’re printing only on one side.

-TANK

Try,try,trying.

I've been trying to be more productive with my time by trying to write a decent story and here's an extraction from it . It's raw and unedited. I didn't even check if it'll make me sound bad in any way. Have fun judging!...

Here it goes :

It’s easier to like myself when I’m trying to be modest, or I think it is. It’s easier to say , “Oh , I’m ugly,I’m dumb, I’m a worthless piece of crap “ in my head because there’s a 2^nd person in my head who’ll be pitying me. Of course, it’s all me, just that there are many different mes all in one skinny frame. It gets confusing when I try to fit all of the different mes into one picture,so that they’ll fit nicely. It’s really like a jigsaw puzzle. There’s a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be fixed in me. Sometimes I feel like I’ve fitted everything nicely and perfectly into one picture and suddenly “BAM!” there’s this surprise where a person or something comes just to mess the puzzle up again. Then I’ll have to pick all the pieces up and try to fit them again. But everytime I do that, I’ll end up with a different picture. A new piece comes in. Some of the pieces are a little wrinkled and torn because that person ( or that something ) who messed it up made sure that he / she / it made a huge mess. He / she / it made sure it disfigured the jigsaw puzzle in me. But it’s not always a bad new picture. You know how sometimes you get the scars at the right places? Yeah, it’s something like that. It’s like that person might disfigure you at the right places and the picture in you will look cooler, it’ll be more flawed but in a way which gives it more character. As I was saying, it’s easier to try and be modest than be arrogant. It’s hard to say , “I’m hot and smart and all that “ and let the 2^nd person in me judge me. The 2^nd person in me will tell me , “ Remember that ugly picture you took? Remember ALL the ugly pictures you’ve taken? You’re a really ugly piece of shit.”

Sorry for talking all about me,me,me. Society or the media would label me “full of myself “ if they knew what was going on in my head. But fuck society, fuck the media . What seems to be “full of myself “ is actually me thinking intrapersonal-ly. I’m an intrapersonal thinker, no kidding , I took the test on BBC. Is it my fault that I’m the uncool sort of thinker ? No fucking way.

Green Tip : Don't use tissue or toilet paper to clean up the mess you made by jerking off. Lay newspapers on the ground. Or old brochures. Recycle, be creative.

- TANK

Before You Slit Your Wrist.

I was playing with google and I found this really funny website. So if suicide is on your mind,check this out.


http://www.cracked.com/article_15658_the-ten-minute-suicide-guide.html

Green Tip : Close your fridge when not in use.

-TANK

Valentine's Post

All you lovers out there,just here to wish you Happy Valentine's Day...or I could be a total cynical asshole and remind you that's it's nothing but an ingenious way of making you broke from overpriced chocolates and roses ( I would know,I used to sell them ) BUT I won't do that.

I don't get why people would want to get in the way of good things like the celebration of love. I know,it's a total rip off but aren't there more important things to protest against? It's like investigating whether Al Gore is doing what he does for the money or for the passion. It doesn't really matter because if it's just business to him then it's a damn ethical one,aye? Anyway,back to the protesting against love,I wasn't really talking about Valentine's Day(because nobody really protests against Valentine's Day) but more of gay marriages.

If it's against your religion,isn't judging someone against yours too? All legit religions have one message and that is to love. Love people. Love yourself. Love that YMCA dude in tight leather pants. Don't get me wrong,I'm not asking you to be a hippie. I'm not asking you to be a Dalai Lama. I'm just asking you to have decency as a human being and that means embracing happiness(lasting happiness,not let's-get-drunk and-screw happiness).

I've always been curious about the battle between good and evil,and I've come to one conclusion : People should be able to do whatever they want to do as long as they don't harm other living things. It's not as simple but that's the basic rule so go and get something real to fight against like global warming or bribery.

Well,that's just my opinion and I'm not even homosexual. Think about it,then maybe you'd make it yours. For now,I'm just going to wish all you straight,gays or lesbians 'Happy Valentine's Day!'

Oh,and watch this movie : Flawless ( the one with Robert De Niro ). It's great entertainment and it might help you open up to other things. Alternatively,watch American Beauty,my favourite. *wink*

Green Tip : Uh. Don't get junk for your lover on Valentine's Day. It's a waste of resources. And you might find yourself single the next day.

-TANK

Indie's Baby

Meet Lykke Li. She's this I chick discovered on Jason Mraz's blog. Sorry it took me so long to blog about her because she's been off my radar for a couple of months now but now she's back (=
Her voice is similar to a whining girlfriend's with the charm of a little girl meets well...anything sexy. She's not exactly Beyonce but she's very appealing in another way. I couldn't think of another way to describe her charm. Oh. And don't ever be fooled by her voice. Here's a tip : Read her lyrics.

You either love her or find her freaky but it's quite hard to hate her. Her music's not really a guy thing,unless you happen to have a very androgynous mind.

Her style? Uh. Indie Pop. Hippie. Carefree.

This is Little Bit (remix) by Drake & Lykke Li. I was going to upload the original version but I think it can be found too easily and this is the sort you find after a few hits on google. Besides,I think the remix version is a great display of Drake's talent as well.



If you like this,check out :
1)Dance Dance Dance by Lykke Li
2) Until We Bleed by Kleerup feat. Lykke Li.


Green Tip : Wear cotton.


-TANK