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Wednesday, June 29

t.o.w. the perfect people

I guess I always though they were, till now at least.

It came as a given. They were the perfect people in the world who could do no wrong. Their word was law. Yet, years on, it may seem that I was perhaps a little gullible. How can anyone be perfect? How can anyone stand tall and lecture someone about something they were guilty of once in their life? How is it possible for anyone to not feel remorse at accusing somone of doing something that they once succumbed to? Do they feel no shame? Do they feel no embarrasment?

I hate it when people try to understand others. Do they think the human brain a fickle piece of tissue that only decides when its time for bed? Do they not see the heart in someone? Or do they think it yet another standardised organ? The exact same one for everyone. How can one seek to understand the complexities of the workings of the human heart?

Don't try to understand me.

This whole thing is a bunch of schumallock.

I don't enjoy it.

Perhaps someday I will come to understand. Not today.

In other news, I see that Channel 5 is broadcasting the finals of Wimbledon. Pardon me if anyone feels insulted. The only reason why I think the finals are being broadcasted is so that the channel can cash in on the high viewership due to peoples interest in Maria Sharapova. Then again, if people really do watch it, how many of them are in it to see her long legs and her pretty face? The entire media hype is so huge on Sharapova, "Highest paid female athelete... 18 million dollars in endorsements... the next big thing..." The only consolation about the whole issue is that at least she isnt a Kournikova. At least she is winning. At least people can lie that they support her for her good tennis. So if they are showing the womans final, I guess they are then inclined to show the mens final. What if the final featured no Sharapova? Would they cancel the broadcast? The pre-eminent tennis championships. Undoubtedly the best tournament in the world. It's sick to see how such a beautiful sport is being presented. Of course, given my intensive training in essay writing, I shall have to give an opposing argument. Good job then Mediacorp for bringing the finals of the best Grand Slam into the televisions of those without cable. Ultimately, come final nights, I'll still be watching it on Channel 24.

The word is subdued.

I'm tired.

Tired of the jostling for key positions in the "socialites" act. Tired of acting like I am enjoying myself. Tired of hiding under the veneer facade that now comes so naturally to me.

It's ok. Nothing a good nights sleep won't cure.

I don't want to be anything other than me.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:00 PM