Nameless

i know i have an essay to hand in tml. and i know i have sleep to chase and a flu to chase away. but i need. to. write. about...

THE HUMAN STAIN.

seriously. i love to hate this... THING. of sorts. The human stain (i'm not even going to call it by it's full name, i'm too unworthy, let's call it the Lambo) used to be one of my favourite Thing-Which-I-Don't-Even-Like (aka Cars, lets call it TWIDEL) alongside

it-which-must-not-be-named.

and the...

thing that could convert me into a lover of the TWIDEL. (refer above for meaning)

but i realized... 90.398% who drive the Human Stain are probably prats. Now, that's just an educated, angsty guess from a Smugger. But i would like to believe i'm right.

Today, as i sat on the marble chair below my favourite place in the whole wide world (Lee Ka Shing Library), i looked out into the dark sky, probably looking as if i was deep in deep thoughts but actually suffering conscious brain-death.

AND THEN... VROOOMMMM brrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Huh? Earthquake?

Ok lah i did not really think that. But coming to think of it, it really sounded like one. That flashy, yellow THING came edging into the car waiting area. it slowed down. it slotted into one of the carslots. it stopped.

but the noise never went away. BRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMM.

ok ok. we all know your a LAMBO already.

it went on and on and intensified the pounding noise already in my head. what is wrong with this guy???

Then i started to realize how ugly that TWIDEL really was. (thankfully jeff probably does not have my blog address not he'll probably scold me for dishonouring the TWIDEL) like yellow. flashy and oddly shaped. it was like a mutated banana.

i wasn't angry actually. but as i started thinking about how ugly it was, i started getting angrier. which is actually quite funny. i duno whether to continue angsting or to laugh.

prada. gucci. lambo. pors. ferra. whats with all these brand names? one part of me tells me it doesn't matter. another part of me tells me these are screaming out my lack of worthiness to be walking next to so-and-so.

that is the culture i live in. ew right.

disclaimer: these things do not really affect me that much until ei wAntZ tuu DiEx. i just felt like writing an angsty secular blog post.=) so don't worry about having to counsel me on materialism.