Thursday, January 31, 2013

What I don't understand is...



This universe around us is so huge that this big big world we live in is but a speck of dust in comparison. And even then, there are so many things in this 'speck of dust' that remain as mysteries, wonders, and oxymorons. And more often than not, we never question why are they the way they are.

But that's okay, since most probably our brain wouldn't be able to handle the truth anyhow.

Still, sometimes, I can't help but ask myself these:

* Why is it relatively easy to hold your pee all the way home, but the second you enter your own yard, whatever control you previously had on your bladder seems to vaporize in an instant? Sometimes you'll find yourself in the act of jumping and running in place to prevent...leakage, which are actually counterproductive to the steadiness you need for inserting the key as fast as possible to unlock the door and fly to the toilet.

* Why do places that are suppose to open 24/7 all through the years have locks on their doors? When are them locks gonna be used anyways?

* Why do we call it shipment when we send something by car, and call it cargo when we send it by ship?

* What will happen when Pinocchio says, "My nose will grow now."? If his nose does grow, then he'll be saying the truth, in which case his nose shouldn't have grown in the first place; but if his nose doesn't grow, then he'll be lying and his nose should've grown, but if his nose grows, then...

* Should atheists be allowed to get insurance against acts of God?

* Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?

* If electricity comes from electrons, does it mean that morality comes from morons?

* If empires are run by emperors and kingdoms by kings, does it follow that dictatorships are run by dicks and countries by cunts?

* If you try to fail but succeed instead, which is it that you have done?

* How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

* Why in this relatively short existence of ours, we are not more open and honest to our real feelings, but instead often hide behind facades?

Wait, scratch that last one. 'Coz I think I already know why.

More or less.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Hope everlasting



I believe there are mainly 3 types of Jakartans.

The 1st are the ones that rush into a packed transjkt bus, although they can see that several other buses are coming in less than a minute away, with a chance of having more space (to pack into).

The 2nd, those who will squint their eyes trying to achieve superhuman sight to scrutinize and x-ray the incoming transjkt buses, so that they can determine which bus is the ideal one (to pack into).

The 3rd are those who don't bother with transjkt and swear by other means of transportation altogether.

Me? I'm the 2nd type.

I'll be the guy who will try my best to select the least packed bus, in that eternal hope to find an empty seat.

For the sake of an empty seat, I'll go as far as to sacrifice the chance to share the same bus with very attractive persons of the opposite sex.

I'll even switch buses in the next shelter, if I'm certain that the bus behind mine offers better chance of an empty seat.

I'm just wired that way, with a glass half full circuitry, so to speak.

Still, for all my hunting of bus seats, I'll gladly surrender mine to those in need. Like the elderly, those who are pregnant, and those with tykes. Other than those 3 categories, you're most probably won't be getting my seat, even if you're a highly attractive female.

Simply because I'm an equal opportunity kinda guy.

And besides, my lap is -- perfectly empty.

See, ladies?