William Chong

There are many things that occur in this life that defy any reasonable explanation or excuse.

——————–

Tommy came back from HK and brought back presents. My birthday present (April 29) turned out to be a brand-new Nokia n73, which is fantastic. Cheryl got a Haruhi figurine, which is pretty cool I suppose.

If I quit my job and had 48 hours in a day, I’d be happy mucking around on Garageband.  As it stands the last five weeks of academic rigour (at uni anyways) involves 2 assignments, 1 lab report, studying for 3 exams – then I can focus on my ATCL violin recital. Oh my, recitally goodness.

Last week I took my (first) sick day from work. Saturday turned out to be my only work shift, which was kinda odd.  I wonder what it will feel like if I get a full-time job and have to leave – I’m sure I’ll have a hard time saying goodbye to everyone.

—————————–

A section on lifestyle choices and my opinion of that which is merely my own. (controversy alert)

I envy the E lifestyle. It is carefree. It is freedom. It is the inspirational green thumb that can pick songs and make videos and they’re all course-related, they’re all part of the academic workload.  His major is life-m. (In Bahasa Melayu, the word film is translated as “filem”, therefore an appropriate anagram). Assignments are more enjoyable. Friends are creative. Money is not as important as happiness.

I’m annoyed with the M lifestyle. It is self-centered. It is me me me. It is stepping on others to get your way. It is being so proud that a job unglamorous is a job not worth working. It is a Type-Asinine personality. It is on the verge of life and death, too proud to ask for help, too afraid to live unwanted but not willing to change.

I pity the C lifestyle. It is like Cellatape. It sticks to an ideal borne of success stories posted from the depths of Bible-belt America. It is a yearning for a culture foreign to the majority of people around her. She strives to FROG her way into Keith the pastor’s golden son’s arms (or stereotypical equivalent).  It is impossible living in her traditionalist Asian heritage world of burden and expectation. Whoever spoke Cantonese in West Virginia and got married?

I’m tired of the B lifestyle. It is oppressively headstrong. Uncooperative, a sports convertible with a glued-on roof. It is half-baked at times, and there is less loyalty to those who have been there for him since the 1980’s. Who can understand him? Evidently not I. I am the enemy. The tacit disapprover. The Napoleonic-Anti-God. And the lifestyle of low standards of living.

——————

Oh all these negative opinions. What of my life? It is the same. Unremarkable. Plain. Sorrowful. And barely faithful. It must be the Last Night on Earth.

———————