Aha! The utterly villainous and insufferable blogger is back (SADLY enough for some.) Anyway as a NOTE OF IMPORTANCE, I am warning all who are looking for a serious post to set their sights elsewhere. Pronto. Muahahaha...
First of all, I would like to announce that I am going to vanish for the next two days. Feel free to tag all you want. I shan't be looking, which gives you evil taggers to rumble on and on. How effective I shall vanish depends on well, a) How well I'll get away with it and b) Whether I will even properly vanish. [Anyone who knows the following personally and am able to help are highly appreciated: Christopher Chant, Howl, Prof Dumbledore or Ganadlf (Gandalf is particularly useful. How many sorcerers, wizards and etc can disappear in the middle of a war and come back unlooked for days later with not unwelcome backup cavalry?) P.S. Funny how they are all not women either]
Next. Since I am leaving my blog alone for sometime (of which my disappearance which is NOT planned by me but forced by circumstances), and which is only a part of why I am leaving my blog alone, I have decided to give you a horribly long and didactic sermon on Learning Grace. This also happens to be the title of this post, which for some insane reason, I am extremely proud of.
Yesterday, I had lunch with Kappa. It was a nice lunch, at Han's in Park Mall. Kappa is finicky about service and wants her food brought to her by a waiter. The other choice was Jack's Place. Unfortunately I have no fancy for red meat just then (or salmon either) and apart from that, I had the most unfortunate experience dining there the last time. =(
The important however, is not the food. Kappa was just telling me about this repellent snoot from her night class. He offered to pay Kappa's friend money to teach him something to do with singing or something like that. The Repellent Snoot was from some JC Choir by the way. In any case, he said that his music school was in Geylang. Now we all know what that region is notorious for, so I won't go into details of the horrible experience the fickle-minded namby-pamby Repellent Snoot did by making the girls walk the seedy streets of Geylang at night in an attempt to find the school since the *&^%$^ can't be bothered to give them proper directions or offer to walk them from the bus stop.
Anyway, although Kappa and Co. were really pissed off by the Repellent Snoot (who acts as if he can throw away $$ like his father prints dollar notes for a living), Kappa maintained a kind of tact and calm in the face of the blustering moron and came out the winner, The thing to do, as Kappa tells me, is always to remain gracious to people of that unevolved sub-species of the human race, even if you are most likely seething with rage and want to tear him to pieces. I really wanted to. I for one cannot remain gracious in the light of such ungentlemanly and nauseating behaviour.
It reminds me how my mum has been complaining about our jolly neighbours again. Apparently, someone poured urine into my mum's rose bush. How nice. Free nutrients for the plant. Pity that comment only appeased my mum for like 5 secs. She has therefore adopted the front door and gate slamming aspect as revenge. Unfortunately, I know what that means. Violence begets violence. And yes. Measure still for measure. Its that dumb eye for an eye thing in one of my lit texts. However, trying to tell your mum to behave calmly and rationally in view of obnoxious neighbours is a no-no. She might turn on me instead and give me a good hiding for being less than respectful. Sadly, that also means that I shall have to endure all that door slamming. I hate it. The sound drives right to the back of my brain and exudes bad vibes. It is extremely distressing to both mental and physical health.
What I'm saying is, lets all treat others the way we want to be treated. The other thing is to never let your enemy know you've been truly irked by him/them/her. It defeats the purpose of showing them up. Besides, it's always nice to be nice. I still smile at my noxious neighbours. That is, until they go too far. Like maybe now.
First of all, I would like to announce that I am going to vanish for the next two days. Feel free to tag all you want. I shan't be looking, which gives you evil taggers to rumble on and on. How effective I shall vanish depends on well, a) How well I'll get away with it and b) Whether I will even properly vanish. [Anyone who knows the following personally and am able to help are highly appreciated: Christopher Chant, Howl, Prof Dumbledore or Ganadlf (Gandalf is particularly useful. How many sorcerers, wizards and etc can disappear in the middle of a war and come back unlooked for days later with not unwelcome backup cavalry?) P.S. Funny how they are all not women either]
Next. Since I am leaving my blog alone for sometime (of which my disappearance which is NOT planned by me but forced by circumstances), and which is only a part of why I am leaving my blog alone, I have decided to give you a horribly long and didactic sermon on Learning Grace. This also happens to be the title of this post, which for some insane reason, I am extremely proud of.
Yesterday, I had lunch with Kappa. It was a nice lunch, at Han's in Park Mall. Kappa is finicky about service and wants her food brought to her by a waiter. The other choice was Jack's Place. Unfortunately I have no fancy for red meat just then (or salmon either) and apart from that, I had the most unfortunate experience dining there the last time. =(
The important however, is not the food. Kappa was just telling me about this repellent snoot from her night class. He offered to pay Kappa's friend money to teach him something to do with singing or something like that. The Repellent Snoot was from some JC Choir by the way. In any case, he said that his music school was in Geylang. Now we all know what that region is notorious for, so I won't go into details of the horrible experience the fickle-minded namby-pamby Repellent Snoot did by making the girls walk the seedy streets of Geylang at night in an attempt to find the school since the *&^%$^ can't be bothered to give them proper directions or offer to walk them from the bus stop.
Anyway, although Kappa and Co. were really pissed off by the Repellent Snoot (who acts as if he can throw away $$ like his father prints dollar notes for a living), Kappa maintained a kind of tact and calm in the face of the blustering moron and came out the winner, The thing to do, as Kappa tells me, is always to remain gracious to people of that unevolved sub-species of the human race, even if you are most likely seething with rage and want to tear him to pieces. I really wanted to. I for one cannot remain gracious in the light of such ungentlemanly and nauseating behaviour.
It reminds me how my mum has been complaining about our jolly neighbours again. Apparently, someone poured urine into my mum's rose bush. How nice. Free nutrients for the plant. Pity that comment only appeased my mum for like 5 secs. She has therefore adopted the front door and gate slamming aspect as revenge. Unfortunately, I know what that means. Violence begets violence. And yes. Measure still for measure. Its that dumb eye for an eye thing in one of my lit texts. However, trying to tell your mum to behave calmly and rationally in view of obnoxious neighbours is a no-no. She might turn on me instead and give me a good hiding for being less than respectful. Sadly, that also means that I shall have to endure all that door slamming. I hate it. The sound drives right to the back of my brain and exudes bad vibes. It is extremely distressing to both mental and physical health.
What I'm saying is, lets all treat others the way we want to be treated. The other thing is to never let your enemy know you've been truly irked by him/them/her. It defeats the purpose of showing them up. Besides, it's always nice to be nice. I still smile at my noxious neighbours. That is, until they go too far. Like maybe now.
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