I wanna get myself out of this bed.
I want good thoughts inside of my head."The Motivation Proclamation (2000) by Good Charlotte
Today is Friday the 13th and the unluckiest thing I had to endure today was a 4 hour long quasi-motivational speech on how to be a physician (or as I like to call it: a fate worse than death). It was not the speaker's fault, this - he's one of the most likeable persons I ever had telling me stuff he thought I ought to know better about. He's quite unlike the last bloke my college booked a few months ago; that one was an annoying go-getter and boastful prick who should be immortalised in bronze as the epitomical monument to douchebaggery. You see, I am immune to being motivated. My default attitude towards anything anyone says is one bathed in industrial-strength scepticism.
Anyway, it's not that the speech I received today wasn't useful. It's just that it's already part of my personal philosophy, but in a less sincere and far more sociopathic form. I am the choir, if slightly twisted.
Now, I have like half a dozen posts I have been working on, and I would like to finish a couple of them this weekend. They are,
- An anecdotal on Beverly's visit to Malacca (she's "b" in the chatbox and "février" in the comments section - y'know, the one who appears to dislike everything I write).
- A postmortem of M. Night Shyamalan's The Last Airbender from the perspective of a fan of the animated TV series.
- A medical-sciencey article on why eating durian and boozing at the same time is a Bad Idea.
- A Christian colleague about my age told me that my "resistance" to God is a phase, that I have not gone through enough hardships in life, and that I will eventually come around when I am older and wiser - I'd
likelove to write about that.
- A review of Margo Lanagan's Tender Morsel - a fantasy novel based on the Brothers Grimm fairytale, Snow-White and Rose-Red.
- A piece on how I face death as an atheist. And also about a genuine near-death experience I had earlier this year.
- A fucking explanation on why I fucking cuss, just for fucks, in my fucking posts.
I like to ask you, my readers, to tell me which item in the list of drafts above you want me to complete first. Which one would you be most interested in reading? I may not necessarily show it, but I really appreciate my small pool of readers - some of which have followed me since the inception of this weblog, a few became great friends, and one became Phoebe. The thing I appreciate most is the input, the comments, because I believe that blogging is in its essence a freely social enterprise. Thanks for listening, and thanks for responding to me all these years.
And to you wonderful people, I share my mind and intimate my life. I hope that that's enough.
P.S. My favourite number is 13, by the way. Just throwing that out there.
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