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Thursday, May 04, 2006

Time - nature's heartless way of killing you.... slowly....


So I haven't updated in nearly a month. Unlike the many people who find it necessary to update every single day and on days which they have nothing to say; make do with a post "just to say Hi", I think it's nothing short of boring than to visit a blog only to be dissapointed by a post which informs you what the author had for breakfast, lunch and dinner, how many minutes he brushed his teeth for, or how many hours went by before he managed to park his car. Or God forbid, what bloody song is playing in the background.

I just don't have the time to update so often! There's so much work for us engineering students that we hardly have time for evening strolls or day-long buffets. Just last week, I had 4 assignments, 1 presentation, and 1 test. All this in a week! I know of one bloke who - in the name of time efficiency - has changed his postal address to that of the engineering computer lab. Another has brought along pictures of his house due to the fact that it has become a distant memory. In keeping with my policy that only important and read-worthy items warrant an actual post, the spine-crushing workload which Monash University has so graciously bestowed has robbed me of the luxury to think, let alone update this blog.

Or maybe it's because I have been watching endless episodes of Transformers.

You see, a few weeks ago, I had this dream: I was nine, and glued to the television, watching people clap their Masterforce bracelets together and turning into a superhero clad in an Exosuit after which they yell out something which sounds like "Head On" and turn into this gigantic robot.

Before any of you start scrolling down to the chatbox to ask if I have become an anime fan, let me assure you that your concerns are somewhat unfounded. I have not shrivelled into a geek wearing brick-thick glasses, tapping away on the keyboard with his shrilly fingers, searching for anime and porn. Or visiting HowStuffWorks.com.

I am proud to announce that I have picked up from my childhood life where I left off. I was ten when my father was shipped off to Shanghai to continue his career. And being the materialistic son who has always wanted to live life as an expatriate, I decided to tag along. Little did I know that StarTv was not airing the aforementioned anime series. To my dismay, I never got to find out what happened to Optimus Prime.

Until now.

So here I am, watching a 42-episode series which is so poorly animated that it's obvious which bundle of rocks is going to collapse because it is a different colour compared to the rest of its hardy counterparts. Of course. This was produced in the 1980's.

This suddenly hit me hard. Am I really reliving the life of the ten-year old boy I once was? Or am I currently living the life of an elderly?!

The signs are frightfully compelling.

Music now isn't what it used to be. Which is why I hate listening to the radio. You don't get to choose what you listen to, and despite constantly switching between the 6 presets in your car, you are forced to listen to some girl who wears a tie, or to a black guy from the ghetto who really isn't much worth listening to. Literally. Like say, 50 cents. What ever happened to bands like Third Eye Blind, Matchbox 20 and Semisonic? And seeing as how Scott Stapp's replacement singer sounds like a 90 year old man going through puberty all over again, it was clearly a good idea to name the new band after a stone bridge. In ten years' time when music is created using C++ and CGI, I reckon I'd still be asking the same question.

I shudder every time I see a modified Japanese car pull up at the red lights. *Burble burble burble*. You'd think those bowel inducing vibrations from those Tin Man-replica exhaust pipes would be knocking the cheap after-market bodykit off the equally cheap car. I always end up thinking about how much quicker the guy would be able to pay off his home loan if he had settled for a car whose thirst doesn't require him to place his kidney as a deposit every time he fills up the tank.

I don't go clubbing because I don't dance. And I don't dance because people don't call it dancing anymore. It has got a new name. Apparently, it is now called shuffling. And it's done with people wearing overly baggy pants with gazillions of reflective stickers on them enough to provide lighting for half of Melbourne. It's also accompanied with designer drugs - nearly all of which I have never heard of. The last I remember, drugs were injected, not conveniently swallowed like Skittles. The music has changed too. No more hopes of hearing "I've got the power.. power... power...." or "Everybody dance now!" by C+C Music Factory. Now music is played by this bunch of people with common first names: DJ.

The 5-year old mobile phone I brought to Australia doesn't have a colour screen. It doesn't take pictures. Neither does it record sound or video clips. It stores only 10 incoming and outoging messages and doesn't support multipage messaging. I can't read or send emails from it. I don't get updated every time a politician says something stupid in the press. It doesn't have infra-red, bluetooth, a calendar, MMS or even an alarm clock. The thing it does have though, is - wait for it - an external antenna; which fell off and has since been reattached with green masking tape.

Very soon, I fear an 8 year old boy is going to teach me how to change the settings on the in-built toaster on the latest Motorola to avoid charring my breakfast.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you have a strange perception and understanding of important and readworthy.

Nevertheless, PRIME RULES!!!!!

btw, my word verification was "skwphxd". Uncannily close to "stupid" for my liking...

May 04, 2006 8:59 am  
Blogger Unknown said...

You're watching Transformers now?? OK nvm... Like you've said, catching up on your childhood...

The antenna on your hp came out before?? I guess all motorola phones are like that... Coz the very same thing happened to my previous hp.. That's why I changed my hp..

May 04, 2006 1:43 pm  
Blogger Blurry D said...

Yea you got that rite dude..Monash Kills.I guess is worst on your case.On the other hand.Yes thing are changing or so they say..Bahh

May 04, 2006 10:04 pm  
Blogger Timosiow said...

Transformers... Robots In Disguise... Autobots rule. Autobots playing Ibanez... Hmm...

May 06, 2006 3:30 am  
Blogger dogbone said...

Heheh, here's a lil vid to help you relive the glory days.

http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=8240

May 28, 2006 8:38 am  

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