Tuesday, July 31, 2007

My post destroys the world

Quitting cigarettes makes you fat. I'm serious. I've gained 3 kg since I've quit, and sad to say, I can't seem to stop stuffing my face.

Imagine if this little fact were to leak out; smoking slims you down and quitting it, turns you back into a tubby, how many aspiring anorexic women would be puffing away! Not only that, many fat self conscious men and women will indulge in this habit. My post would ruin millions of lives with carcinogenic tragedies and burdens of medical bills, increase sales of tobacco products, which would in turn increase demand for tobacco, jacking up the price of the crop, resulting in increase in revenue of tobacco farmers. Seeing planting tobacco would be a more lucrative cash crop, other farmers will ditch rice/wheat/barley/maize cultivation and zoom straight into tobacco farming. Unfortunately, this would decrease the supply of available staple food, jacking up the price of that as well. The poor would find it more difficult to get a full meal, resulting in increased cases of malnutrition and worsening famine all around. The price increase in staple food will bring about an inflation, and people will start hoarding food, fearing insufficiency. Supermarkets will be emptied, queues will form to buy food, and very soon money would worth lesser and lesser. All this will spiral into madness. governments would discharge its reserve grains into the market, and call for rationing but to no avail. Disenchanted citizens frustrated by the constant lack of food will protest, demonstrate, loot and pillage whatever establishments still standing. Cities will smoulder from anarchy and molotov cocktails. Charred cars will be left uncleared on the roads. Economy grinds to a stand still. Crime, paranoia and hoplessness will seep into every crevice of the remaining civilisation. Some governments will impose a state of emergency, some governments will be toppled by people who are sick of diplomatic moderate leaders and elect radical hardliners in its stead. Some governments will unite the people with fear, and look for a minority race to pile their blames on. Countries go into wars to usurp each others' rapidly depleting resources. Very soon, countries across the world will take sides. World War breaks out. One side would emerge victorious. Borders and boundaries of countries will change. Ccountries belonging to the fallen side surrender their land and resources. Countries will disappear, or be split. The people slowly regain their senses and reality, they will work to rebuild their life and country. But it will never be the same again.

The very world you know of will disintegrate because of my post. Man, I am destructive.

On a sidenote, I had a great japanese buffet dinner with her to celebrate my accomplishment of staying a full six months in a relationship. I pat myself on the back.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Fatigue

A feeling of mental exhaustion, possibly caused by an excessive draining of emotions. The result is a general feeling of numbness, a formal, ceremonial sensation, accompanied by a slight strain at the back of the head.

Scrolling down scanning through the past postings, I realised that I have plagued my blog with sappy phrases that reeks of honeymoon. Oh woe is me, have I turned into this starry eyed fool who frolics in his world of sweet romance, a place where the law of physics, or reality for that matters, holds no authority at all? Better not be answering that.

I looked around in my quiet room, and wondered if I'm starting to see things with less glitter effect already, or I have just temporarily became a sour, balding, wrinkly old man.

Whatever it is, I discovered that I have actually became this silly person looking totally lost in love, like the male lead in a bad romance novel. To my bigger surprise, in spite of the loathing I have for syrupy romance, I realised that I loved everyday of it. Such contradictions.

Well, hope there's still enough of a sap in me to keep the romance sappy. This reminds me of a song " Guys and Dolls" by Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin.

When you see a John, waiting out in the rain
Chances are he's insane as a John can be for a Jane

When you see a bum buys wine a bum can't afford
It's that since that the bum is under the thumb of some little broad.

Love the song.

And this post just turned into another post that reeks of honeymoon. Oh, the irony..

A story

This is a story of two people, starting from the middle of chapter 2; Singapore

Another month twirled pass him like a whirling dervish. Times got much better when she came back to Singapore. They had moments of comfort and bits of arguements, but never got mad at each other for long.

It was a quiet month, where she spent most of it settling into a new chapter and he spent it doing nothing constructive.

Lacking inspiration, the author decides to put the story on hold for the moment.