No one can be that shallow! Can they?

On the way to buy cheap post moon festival moon cake

I was at work the other day when a song started to play on the radio. It is not very often I am distracted by the music, especially when I’m doing something important such as stats analysis or ebay’ing or reading this blog – but this song definitely caught my attention and even now, I’m trying to download it illegally so I can put it on my iPod (mini or regular), which I want for my birthday, the silver colour of course. So I sat there, in my cubicle, entranced by the lyrics with all the words holding meaning and depth in my otherwise lack of depthness (a term I coined as euphemism for shallowness) existence.

Again, it is not very often I’m touched by words and I really want to share this song with you, so I’ll reproduce it verbatim for you:

“I’ve got a plan to make me rich and famous,
Lucky for me, for you it’s a bitch you ain’t in,
My plans are slowing changing,
Fame is so contagious.

I’m willing to sleep my way to the top,
I wanna be popular,
I don’t wanna keep my feet on the ground,
I wanna be popular.

I must confess,
I’ve been a very bad boy,
Been sleeping around,
Talk of the town,
My name is….tyarrhea”

Darren Hayes – Popular

And again, I’ve showed a side of my persona that I am not proud of – my lack of commitment to ensuring that this blog stays up to date with the inflows and outflows of my life. Not much has occurred over the previous fortnight – I am still cruising through life as always. I have been wining and dining at flashy places and not so flashy places and am ever more falling in love with myself, call me the embodiment of narcissism if you will. For example:

I had a beebeeque the other night as well. It had been a while since I had a serious charcoal induced indigestion so I decided to conduct a beebeeque at the most inappropriate time, just before sitting down to dinner. You see, I have this bad habit of thinking about what I want to eat the next night, which usually centres on establishments such as establishment, longrain and kwongs, right before I eat dinner for the day. My therapist calls this a survival mechanism because without food, there is nothing else to live for (accepting the fact that food is luxury and luxury is anything designer and expensive, in other words, food and luxury is mutually inclusive.) And it also just happened that I was having dinner with friends after my initial plans fell through because some people feel sick of a serious illness called tight-arsedness. Anyway, not wanting to be rude to the people at the table, I had to invite those sitting with me and some others. Apologises to those who didn’t get invite – the consolation, next time. Anyway, like all my dinners, my beebeeque was no exception to the rule of quality and good taste. Congrats to those who came, who experienced something special, my cooking.

So I leave you again, ever more perplexed and confused. But one thing is for sure, I need a holiday.

posted by tykang @ 10/03/2004 09:40:00 PM