your point?

golf; only the rich play it.

indeed? because if you take away the masters, of which there are few anyway, what is it but a perfect waste of time for retards? think about it, you take a very big plot of land, plant some grass and dig some dunes, and you end up with some immaculately manicured grassland where people chase little balls with metal sticks all day.

and then you can't help but wonder if you could have better utilised that plot of land.

golf; only for twats.

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attended a wedding dinner with my father.

it went down like this: my mom insisted a friend invite her to said dinner, and then had the good grace to be in milan on that day. and where else would trist and renne be but there with her? therefore i was stuck with the duty.

i devised a plot involving swine flu and a broken leg and almost got away with it. but dad insisted on being a responsible man.
"我跑不掉, 你也別想跑!"

but i was just getting to the good part.

there were:
2 x grads
1 x lawyer
1 x magnate
1 x magnate's son

all trying their fucking best to look/act prim and proper. words never spewed out too loud, smiles never stretched enough to show teeth, and they never took more than a single morsel of food from any dish. like it fucking matters after tonight, i thought. drop this shit act, no need to impress, we all know we're fucked up individuals.

my mom's friend? she's someone i was never really fond of, and i shall be nice and say i'm even less fond of her now. "那個是醫生! 那個是律師! 那個是做政府工的! 很利害 hor!" she introduced them as if she were their proud mother or something, but i couldn't help wondering why she introduced them from the safety of her own seat. maybe those people didn't know her. wow, what a turnoff.

the magnate tried to stuff his namecard into my hand. i couldn't just crush it right there so i put it into my jacket pocket. a jacket mom insisted that i bring through an international call. a jacket that i left on the back of my seat and almost forgot to bring home.

"father, 你知道我刚才為什麼一直對那些人笑嗎?"
"不知道."
"因為我在跟假人吃飯."
"哈哈哈!!"

he laughed because he thought the same.

new name

i realised too many people know my blog address, which when i think about it is not such a good thing.

i have therefore changed it to thus and shall give it to those who are close enough to ask.

if i told you i've deleted my blog then you'd know you be that irrelevant someone(s).

you wouldn't know actually, but it's not like i seriously give a shit.

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weird, isn't it, how sometimes you wouldn't mind some people looking through your periodicals, but when some become too many you become paranoid that your sanctuary's been breached?

heh. the philosophical side's coming out again.

hilarious phonecall

i was reading in my favourite (only) chair enjoying the inadequately chilled air in my room and trying unsuccessfully to picture myself back in korea when i was assailed by the ringer.

hello, i said. and all i heard was incoherent yammerish.

"hellsdoifsofsonvos;iajfolisdhhngosahfiougvshrfdshrbdgr lucky winner noaknvjoasjhgnpoiwjfnmvhahnvlioef;lasjdnvhnvesgwsegsdfsh lucky draw xjonfsokajhsdfklns;la;oif;onf;lahfoiwr"

it took an average of two seconds to assimilate and comprehend each word, but they were coming too fast. i really tried, but i really couldn't understand anything. then i thought what's the point and tried something else; guffawing into and biting my hand to keep from chortling uncontrollably into the caller's ear.

and while all this was going on i was wondering how anyone could possibly still fall for such shit, considering the conwo/mens' bangladeshitty accents. well, shit, whoever gets conned probably deserves it.

"nah it's alright. i'm not interested."

and she hung up on me.

and i was finally able to laugh out loud.

"lol!"

pure joy

an onlineable computer at last.

actually the only computer i've seen since i had my passport stamped.

which was nine days ago.