When I swim, my head goes underwater, and 1001 thoughts flash before my eyes.
I thought about security guards. And if any of them had silently wished that some major catastrophe happens during their shift just so that they ..you know.. don't feel so bored.
Adventurous stuff like.. an anaconda slithering into a chicken coop.
Or..spooky stuff like.. hell, I don't want to think about it. And YOU don't have to tell me about it either.
And then they have stories to blog, instead of sitting all night, wondering if they should pee at 3 am or 3.02 am. Boring..boring.
Speaking of boring-ness, which is the world's most boring job? A toll collector? Or a lift-presser? I kid you not.. there is/was such a job. Remember Asia Jaya? We used to go there for bowling cum longkang sessions. And in the lift, there was a man, who sat on a stool whose job was to press the buttons of the lift which comprised of number 1 - 6 for all patrons.
And he spoke good English! "Which floor? Bowling is on the 6th.." though his voice was kinda dreamy and robotic.
Clowns! Why would anyone want to be clowns? Ronald, can you tell me?
Does your mom tell you that RED and YELLOW don't match?
And what's with the curly frizzy hair?
And the sausaged lips?
And the gargantuan shoes?
And the horrid looking bulbous nose?
Can't you just twist balloons and make flowers disappear without the clownish make-up?
Seriously.. kids get scared, you know. Geesh!
Ok, ok.. fine. I get scared.
Clowns and chicken breast meat. Blek. Me no like.
Am I random or are you wearing a condom? Not that it matters.