Think. Think more. Think again. It was supposed to be a filler for lack of attention-grabbing titles or creative chutzpah, but then it's almost funny, kinda like a parody of the affirmation that we're human beings. Well, this is life. As I know it. What I think is what you get.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
a taste of Asia
First, me and two of my officemates, Mitchie and Ela, went to a thai massage parlor that was offering a 50% discount as their promo. Mitchie prodded us first-timers to try it and so the 'burdened' person that I am, I decided to go along with them and have my entire body pampered.
I was getting giggly and thanked God the masseur's hand didn't go anywhere nearer the groin. I swear I could've let out a snort and that would be too embarassing. Later, the presses became painful and the masseur must've noticed the twitching in my face. But all was good, especially the arabesque-like stretch. Maybe next time I would try the jasmine oil. I thanked the masseur after the ceremonial thai bow.
Another friend of mind wanted to eat at a Korean restaurant called Kimchi. He tutors Koreans so he's kind of familiar to the food. Kimchi, by the way in Korean, is a kind of delicacy - a super-duper hot delicacy at that - made up of leafy vegetables (pechay or cabbage) drowned in gazillions of chili. He ordered the kimchi chige (kimchi soup) which was served with eight side dishes - toge (mongo sprouts), coleslaw with sesame, chili leaves, pickles, kimchi, and others I can't name. There was kim pop, a kind of rice sushi with egg, korean radish and ground beef in the middle.
As we were eating, the TV was tuned to a Korean channel. I noticed the ads were all endorsed by famous Koreans like Rain, Jerry Yan and Joo In Sung.
Before I went home, I dropped by the nearby McDonalds for some calorie overload - their new Strawberry milshake. My jaw ached because the straw was so soft and the shake was so thick. As I was sipping it inside the jeep, a grotesque creature in the other jeep was staring at me maniacly licking his lips with his tongue. It must have been a hallucination but when I glanced back seconds after, he was still doing the same thing. I immediately brushed off the thought as the jeepney speeded up.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
Renton, Trainspotting
2 comments:
jerry yan is not korean.
Yes of course. How could I have not known hehe but then I'm not really a big fan. He's Taiwanese. It's just that when the ads are placed side by side with them you couldn't really tell them apart if you don't really know them.
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