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I was a little hungry. Jessie and Gus tempted me with Domino’s Pizza and Coke - the best combination in the food cycle. My mind and heart were like the angel and devil hanging around my left and right ears, arguing to win me over - The angel won.

Though it was already 9pm, I took out some spare ribs and boiled bak kut teh! Only an hour.

By the time my dinner was over, my dear housemates were already sleeping. Just needed a cup of cold water. I reached for the refrigerator door, and as expected those evil dudes left some Coke in the fridge, enough for a cup.

Ain’t that nice?

P/S: The Coke is still sitting inside calling out my name.

It is sometimes annoying to have people asking me, “What have you been doing lately?” People, I am unemployed, dateless and do not own a dog.

I thought I would have something better to say when I accepted the offer from Accenture.

People: “What have you been doing lately?”
Darryl: “Just accepted an offer from Accenture.”
People: “That’s good news. When do you start?”
Darryl: “Next January.”

As expected:

(In a surprise tone)
People: “That’s such a long wait! What are you going to do for the remaining 2 months?”

… and then followed by a momentarily pause from my side. As I aimlessly try thinking of a good reply to your question, I wonder where is the congratulatory courtesy that I deserve? Instead of a blatant mockery I never deserved.

Darryl: “I guess I’ll take a good 2 months off relaxing.”
People: “You’ve been resting for almost a year now!”

I’m tired of your incessant mockeries. Fuck you all assholes.

It’s 6:35am. It’s way past your bedtime. You’re not sleepy. Your mouth needs to munch on something. You’re lazy to wash the dishes, so cooking is not an option. You open your kitchen cabinet. No biscuits. No chips. Nothing. Your stomach growls. Your hands start to shiver. You start blaming yourself for trying to limit your intake on snacks so you didn’t buy them while you’re grocery shopping last weekend. ARGH!!!!

Being 23, I know so little about life. I have read about it in several published journals, through Dad’s story-telling sessions and autobiographies of several VIPs. Everyone gave me a very mixed viewpoint of what lies ahead for me in these coming years.

I ponder on questions like “what kind of life do I want” and “how successful will I be” when my mind wanders.

The answer to these question varies based on the current inspirational thought. And I sometimes wonder if that’s a good sign. Whatever journey that lies ahead of me, it is the destination that matters the most to me.

Though every wise men mentioned above gave me different viewpoints of what it’s all really about, they agreed on one - life is not going to be easy. I have seen many familiar faces of homeless vagabonds in the city, who sleeps on back alleys and the mall benches. Some even push their dignity aside and stoop low, asking for a cigarette or small changes. As much fear I have in me, I feel sorry for them. I’m afraid that I might end up like this too, but I hope I would not.

However difficult the journey will be like, it is with hope the my current destination will be something like what follows below, through inspiration of several characters:

• Job life
  I aspire to be someone like Dr. Gregory House (of House M.D.), with his intelligent but comical wits. Someone who is willing to bend the rules to achieve better results. Often being disagreed by the people around him, but at the end of the day they know they can trust him anyway.
• Family life
  Sandy Cohen (of The O.C.) is the coolest father-figure to his teenage kid, Seth. Also the perfect husband to Kirsten. He can be as playful, but yet knows how to command attention without much force.
• Dating life
  Varies from having a great first-date candlelight dinner to simple conversations in a cafeteria that sells the worst coffee and toast in the city (remember Meet Joe Black?).
• Sex life
  No weird nonsense like candle wax poured over body, bukaké, threesome and golden showers or anything as similar painful or disgusting. Something sweet and slow is often preferred.

I hope I did not miss out any of the important aspects of LIFE. I have never planned my life’s journey. If I did and nothing is according to have planned, I would be disappointed. If I did and everyone turned out as planned, I would be boring. There are people who tells me that they want to be married by 28, make their first million by 25, etc. Possible, with a 2% success rate. Shit happens. It always does. It rains on fine weather (i.e. Malaysia). It snows in summer (i.e. Melbourne). Blog article never turned out as good as inspired to be (i.e. mine).

Wherever life takes me, I hope everyone I know will all meet at our destination in one piece.

P/S: I just noticed that this is the shittiest posting I’ve written in months. What the hell am I trying to say here?