In it for the long haul...

 ...but for the wrong reason.

Brag all you want about your 30+ years in the scene. It means nothing if you're in it for the wrong reason.

Or did you forget as you went along? A little fame or recognition made you delusional. Your association with the who's who of the Hardcore/Punk scene gave you the impression that you are an "important" person yourself.

You are not. None of us are.

I've observed long enough. And many of us do not mean what we say in our songs or on stage. Preach and preach and preach and preach some more! It's all performative activism to me.

Speak less, do more. 

Most versatile vehicle.

Batman may have his Batmobile. Wonder Woman may have her Invisible Plane. Their vehicles can do many other things aside from being just a mere form of transportation. But there is no vehicle out there more versatile than this one...

Woe is me / Drama queens

I sometimes understand why the family ignores me. But this doesn't mean what I say isn't true. They ARE drama queens, my son included. 

The daughter turned 24 yesterday.

 So my daughter turned 24 yesterday and she acts like she's 68.

The guilt trip is real.

 I've been wanting to buy chocolate milk for the past few days but both the NTUCs I went to near my home didn't stock up on it. Yesterday morning, I opened the fridge and saw chocolate milk. So then I took the cereal (cornflakes) and there was just enough for 1 serving. Thankfully. I poured it into the bowl, poured the chocolate milk and ate. Nothing to it. Just another breakfast. Until somebody guilt-tripped me!

I didn't have to feel bad about it for 2 main reasons:-

1) It's not like there was much cereal left and I finished it all anyway. 

2) Look at the time he sent the message. 1:43pm! That's not breakfast time, sukka!

 But did I feel bad about it? Yes, I did. Now if there's only 1 serving left in the cereal box, I'm not sure if I will eat it. Or even if I did, I would get all sweaty and nervous for fear of being called out. Thanks son...

She's Mexican

 I never knew. Took me 30 years being married to her. Life just keeps throwing me curveballs. Sigh...

Yellow

 Being offensive without even trying...

Anti-sequence

 I'm starting to realise that my posts are not in sequence. I'll be writing about something today and tomorrow I'd be writing about something that happened last week.

I guess it's kind of like what my life is like. I'm all over the place, devoid of any kind of sequence. 

All hell broke loose

 Last weekend at the store, a bunch of us were chilling when out of nowhere, a friend's wife expressed interest in doing an interview with us all. It was kinda quiet at first until I responded by saying "Interview kerja ke apa?".

We all started laughing and pandemonium ensued. Everybody else has shit to say. It went from one bad suggestion to absurdly retarded ones. We had a good laugh.

Cranky

 I have been really cranky at work lately. Just always in a bad mood and full of hatred towards people in general. People are just asshats. I really have such a deep hatred for them.

Today, for example, a patron at the library asked a staff for ointment because she got bitten by a mosquito. Eh bitch, we're not a pharmacy! For fuck's sake.