Time flies by so fast.
It’s like it’s showing me the finger.
In due fashion, people will make making new years resolution that will morph into faded memories somewhere in mid 2012.
Well the good news is that if Hollywood got it right, then the world will dissolve into a boiling pot of doom and you won’t have to live with the convictions to carry out said resolution.
I hope 2012 treats us well.
As I age, I began to mourn at the amount of time I wasted in the past.
In accumulation, I think I have 2 years of time spent on counting sheep.
It didn’t even help me sleep.
In response, I have developed a new way to manage time disposal.
The motto is simple but powerful.
“A minute wasted leads to a minute manhood”
No man messes with the motto.
Maybe some, I’m not sure.
Maybe the blacks. You know, just because they can.
As every second that passes is another second I’m closer to having my prostates examined, I like to keep myself socially and politically updated.
Even the waits at elevators are spent on twitter and facebook’s useless feeds.
They are about as useless as the Justice system in “Merlaysiah.”
After discovering my inability to look cool while fishing for loose coins I dropped in the ditch, I decided to head home.
Waited for the elevator while feeding my brain with social media trash.
A motorcycle pulled up next to me at the elevator.
It was a pizza boy who looked like he was having problems with bladder control.
Elevator arrived but he seemed troubled with the order chit.
Since I was so engrossed on the story with how my country gets so worked up about past communism sentiments, instead of paying focus on poverty and inflationI held the lift for him..
No big deal..
Due to the lack of respect the elevator has for DIGI satellites, I am still faced with time wastage IN the elevator.
So I decided to make small talk with the Dominoes guy..
Nice chap..
Apparently, the whole holding the lift and small talk thingy hit him on an emotional level.
He gave me a free pizza.
Moral of the story,
“Stop wasting time and you get a free pizza”
“Yeah, this cost me about 2 years of my life”
I have decided to start writing again.
I probably will only have two followers who would bother to keep up with my musings.
They are also culprit to the incessant nagging to kick start my blogging quest that is destined to be abandoned in the near future.
Who are those two you ask?
1. Maria Evangelyn Tan
Maria is someone I hold dear to my heart. Although imaginary and a zebra, Maria has been supportive of my every slothful decision in life. Albeit confused on being white with black stripes or black with white stripes, she makes an excellent sandwich.
2. Mr Kofi Anan
I met Mr Kofi Anan while browsing through my junk mail. In a letter drafted to me by pure coincidence, Mr Kofi Anan has expressed his intentions to will his fortune of $USD 18,000,000 in my bank account. The reason behind this fortuity stems from his conscience to redeem himself from unscrupulous activities of which he acquired his ill gotten gains.
His only wish was that I show a little sincerity by making a small cash transfer of $USD 5,000 into his account.
Needless to say, I wired the goods to the Nigerian prince.
Although he has yet to meet his demise and I have yet to meet my $USD18,000,000 fortune. Mr Kofi Anan and I remain on good terms.
I hope to bring the both of you infrequent blog posts worthy of your time.
