If You Knew You Were Going To Die Today, What Would You Do?

I got tagged by the evil whiterabbit. As if I wasn't morbid enough.

Well first of all I would bemoan the unfairness of the whole situation, so many things I have not done, so many things that I still want to do. Well actually come to think of it, maybe I won't. Think I have always been ready to die anyway, with or without unfinished business. OK maybe I do need to tie up some loose ends first, beginning with the erasure of all the porn in my PC and the destruction of all the likes stored in CDs. There are probably one or two gay magazines lying around but I think I will leave those just to leave some unanswered questions to torment the living.

Of everything that I currently own I don't think I really need to deal with it personally because I think my family will know how to handle it. All my CDs will probably go to Jon Jon as mentioned before though I doubt he will really understand the true message stored in them which will be my unspoken story. My books, my precious books, I think will be the ones I will worry for the most. I don't think anybody will really truly know the meaning I place in my books. Though I would hate to see the entire collection separated, I will probably delegate my friends to do what they will with them. I am sure Kento would love to have the Neil Gaiman graphic novels so I guess he can have those. My fish will go to CJ, maybe he will figure what I mean by the legacy.

So property aside, so I guess now it's time to clear up the emotional part? I am sure most of my friends would love to see me forgive some people but sorry to say that's not going to happen. I mean if I'm going to die today why waste my time on insignificant people. Rather though, I think I would like to tell two special people in life on how much I love them, one of whom changed my life in ways he never knew, though I am with neither at the moment. It is also time to tell all the GXCs to screw themselves as I am dying and I will no longer be doing my classes. Besides that I don't think there is much need to say any goodbyes. Where I am going, everyone will come to sooner or later - memento mori. Just kidding...

Once everything in KL is settled, it's time to return home to the hometown, and to die where the happiest days of my life were. Probably I will leave instructions for my funeral, a jazz one. No point really in crying over an ending, celebrate my life, even though it may not have been totally well-lived. Realistically speaking though, half of the things I mentioned above will probably remain undone. After all, all I have is 24 hours.

Good News Everyone!

The crew of Planet Express is back! Futurama is being revived by Comedy Central for at least 13 episodes and will be airing in 2008. Can't wait! Meanwhile, I think I will go purchase the DVDs and gorge myself with the past 4 seasons.

Football

Football, the one thing that most men can't imaging living without.

Football, the one thing that most men will agree is the greatest sport ever.

And it should go to hell.

I am sick of whole hoolabaloo that is the World Cup. There is no respite from it. It's everywhere. From cars to insurance, cereals to softdrinks - every industry is jumping the World Cup bandwagon. Nine out of ten commercials on TV are about football. It's on every billboard on the roads. There is even a huge inflated football smack right at the seedy end of Jalan Bukit Bintang. I can't even ignore it because Hotlink is sending me unsolicited 'World Cup' sms updates every bloody morning... AT SIX! For God's sake, someone tried to organised a WORLD CUP TALK IN MY BLOODY COMPANY.

I go into an elevator after gym in the evening, nobody but me and this personal trainer inside. He looks at me for a while. I feigned nonchalance. I know what is on his mind but I thought maybe if I don't pay any attention to him he won't say it.

Personal Trainer: Just finished gym?
Me: Yes
Personal Trainer: Going home to watch football? *Grins*
Me: *Putrid Jean Grey PMS expression* NO YOU BLEEPING BREEDER!! I AM NOT FOOTIE FAN!!! NOW DIE SCUM!!!

Personal trainer disintegrates.

Well that was what I wished could have happened, but instead I just told him politely that I wasn't a footie fan. That particular evening, I also happened to be racing home to catch Charmed. Now generally I don't watch TV at all these days, but imagine my irritation to switch on the TV when I got home to find Charmed had been pre-empted so they could air some stupid World Cup forum with a bunch of fugly unknowns.

Is it suppose to be ingrained in every male to like football? I would like to clarify I for one am NOT interested in football whatsoever. Back in school, I wouldn't even want to watch my classmates chase a ball around the field, much less participate in it. In the last World Cup, I attempted to understand my brother and father's preoccupation with football by watching along. I still didn't see the attraction in watching several men chase a ball around a field while their fans go at each other's necks. For those you out there who think football is a very manly sport, think again. Everyone in football is more drama queen than soap operas. All you have to do is listen to the news on the radio every morning and you will know. And what other sport do you get men who openly embrace and kiss each other on the field?

I was quite appalled to hear someone saying that United Nations should take some lessons from World Cup. If any sporting event should get that honour, it's the Olympics and not some silly sport where managers and coaches bitch at each other over one player. They can chop off Wayne Rooney's leg for all I care.

Random Quotes from the Past 24 Hours

"Maybe you should write a screwy letter, laced with lust and lewdness, something about his wife perving at the boss for so long, and that her vagina tingles at the thought of him, and that is why she has to resign... or risk raping him in a haze of mad lust" - to a friend complaining about being asked by a colleague to help his wife write a resignation letter

"Well they certainly have better manners not to moan like you're having a dozen men cum on your face in Baskin' Robbins" - on Malaysian gay men being compared with their Singaporean counterparts.

"Sunday? Either this is a delayed message or you've just lost a day due to alien abduction" - to Laynie after mistaking Monday for a Sunday

"The fear of my mom doing the guilt trip thing on me? Oh yeah. I'd rather have it permanently tattooed in a few brain cells than to forget" - on forgetting my mother's birthday

Interview Allergies

A word of advice for anybody who is current job-hunting like me. Do not stack your interviews. Ideal would be just two per day, and even that might be pushing the limit.

Why?

Because if you're like me, you could develop a rash and have this irresistible urge to commit violent acts against your interviewers.

Art Director: Oh so you could do illustrations as well?
Me: Yes.
Art Director: And you wasted three years concentrating on web alone?
Me: ?
Art Director: It's a shame, all that you've learned in university and you only concentrated on web for the past 3 years.
Me: ...
Art Director: Well, in my opinion if you're coming into advertising you will have to go down on your salary price.

I swear if he looked up at me at that very moment he would have probably thought I resembled Jean Grey with her black and putrid PMS expression just right before she obliterated Professor X in X-Men: The Last Stand. Then he would probably end life as a pile of cinders. Did I also mention his boss exposed him as a gutless geek who chickens out of presentations? Well that's my interpretation of what she meant anyway.

After a 12 months delay in her cycle, Jean's period returned with a vengeance