Crab Mood

Today was not a good day,but,in an effort to insert more optimism and acceptance into my life (albeit forcefully),I'll just go ahead and say it was tolerable-if compared to the lives of others far less fortunate,say the millions of Aids-stricken orphans stranded across Africa or people who have class too early on Monday.Will opt for a point-by-point post because at this ungodly hour (2am),my mind effectively eludes any thought of structure or order.

-First frustrating incident of two that had occured:Well,I should start on the quizzes my management class tutor holds as part of the weekly tutorial-people become worryingly competitive and the atmosphere turns strained in this part of the tutorial,and this is how it goes:David asks 10 questions,the first 9 relating to the past week's business news and the last revolving around music-as recent weeks have shown,David possesses an almost unhealthy obsession for Springsteen (who,no doubt,is widely acknowledged as one of those important figures who helped shape a generation.Just not mine) but starting this week he announced that there would be no more mention of Springsteen in the final quiz question (which rewards 6 points,therefore anyone who answers it immediately becomes champion of the week-unless someone else had answered more than 6 of the previous 9,of course).So this week was no different,the last question had everyone looking noticeably nervous except David who eternally has this playful smile stuck on his face-and then he read four lines of a song lyric,and the answer came to me as fast as thunder (the last line-I walk the line-gave it away) but before I could even utter Jo-,the infamously knowledgeable English dude in the second row had zapped in,saying Johnny Cash so quickly it sounded like one syllable.So far,few including myself have accumulated marks around the 7-8 range,whereas this notorious know-it-all (thankfully,he's a pretty cool guy and not the intolerable must-kill nerd kind) has crossed the 20-mark,hence officially declared unbeatable by David,who keeps pestering the two locals in the front row,Darcy (nothing like Mr Darcy from Pride & Prejudice,this one wears brightly-coloured hotpants and carries around a distinctive whiff of unwashed socks) and some other girl who repeatedly finds ways to inject the fact that she's worked at many popular shops (just today,she was telling us how working at Kookai was so boring) into conversations,to beat his British ass.

-In the morning,was supposed meet with Alan & Anal (obviously made-up names) to plan an upcoming event:whereas Alan called 5 minutes before meeting-time to inform that he had accidentally taken the tram back home,Anal had totally forgotten.So it was rescheduled to 4,and at 4.15 I grudgingly called Alan,who had obviously forgotten again-but quickly rushed to come anyways (he arrived drenched in sweat-obviously from the running-and I seriously appreciate the fact that he wasn't trying to be ignorant) but again,no trace of Anal.So this is a kind,sugarcoated note to Mr Anal,whom I know for certain won't be reading any of this bullcrap:Dear Anal,we all know you just broke up with your girlfriend (who,by the way,was quite a catch),but for you to have skipped both meetings and acted so blatantly ignorant without considering the possible fact that maybe Alan and I TOO HAVE PROBLEMS that we don't advertise for the whole committee to superficially sympathise with but we accept that responsibilities are what they are,and don't change even when life sucks.I lied.Your ex was fugly,so get over it.But,being in the forgiving and unusually light mood I have been in the last few days,I will let this go and promise to never use it against you-we all make mistakes,occasionally allow our emotions to affect us too much,and don't worry,if you continue to act this way-Alan and I will simply finish the preparations for the event planned,and dump the horrible task of managing things on the day of the event itself whether you want it,or not.If you refuse,I will kindly and very subtly try to remind you of what an incompetent bastard you have been without making it sound personal,although I admit on certain levels it is.But tomorrow will have been a new day,and I will have totally forgotten about this.

-A lot of the existing negativity here has to do with the fact that the Internet service is quickly deteriorating to the level where I might just give up on cyberspace,but as I always do feel after pouring out my frustrations on this blog,I'll feel a whole lot better.If i dwell to much on the spoiled Internet topic,I might just actually be pissed for quite sometime-so I'll let it pass without bothering me too much.I'm sure some people might be wondering where all this sweetness came from,it's seldom I abandon cynicism and darkness (ooh,what an ominous little word) to display a Dalai-Lama-like state of inner peace.Well,surely this post contains an overload of anger and negative emotions,but here and there you find find rare traces of potential hope.Today wasn't a bad day at all,it started out with one tiny incident that I was more than willing to let pass,the sushi I had for lunch tasted amazing and the weather was simply beautiful-and being totally unaffected by daily predicaments would be uncharacteristic of myself (sometimes,elation-most commonly mistaken for true happiness,can insidiously mess up one's head with denial),and though I did feel slightly pissed for a moment this morning,I surprised myself for being able to let go so easily.

I suddenly think about a film I watched a long time ago,called Mean Creek-where two typical fun-loving teenagers and a couple of 10-year olds go for a trip to the nearby river.It begins harmlessly,showing us the purpose of the trip was to trick one small fat kid and humiliating him,but then he drowns.And gloom takes over the initial humour and harmony,and nothing left feels any bit joyful.In such a small context and the sadness contained to this small group everyday kids,how torn they were-it's just heartbreaking.On a lighter note,my Ipod currently faces an unlikely invasion of hip-hop:lead by Lady Sovereign (Love me or Hate Me-currently most overplayed song in the Ipod),Gym Class Heroes and the Beastie Boys,with ACDC and Sex Pistols struggling to keep it as it is.

Easter coming soon,300 premiering this week.
Chili Peppers on Sunday,can't concentrate on anything else.
Except the thought of having the same sushi again tomorrow.