the reluctance to say no.
everyone has their weaknesses. some indulge in shoes, some towards chocolates, most at sex.
heck, even superman has his form of weakness. but i don’t watch smallville.
but there is one that i can’t, and inevitably will not, be able to say no to anything.
‘dol do this for me, can?’ answer: ok.
‘hey you over there, care to help?’ answer: (pauses) erm, sure.
‘can you substitute for this class tomorrow?’ answer: (fucking hell) okay.
what is it with me?
it’s like there is a chemical reaction to say ‘yes’ whenever requests are put into my eardrums.
i can’t seem to single out the root of the problem. most depressingly, i do not know what to think when i hear The Voices of Requests.
and the worse part is, because of My Yeses, i’ve neglected my interests.
so how do u say no, firmly, without striking a discord of neglicence?
i watched an earlier episode of monk the other night.
needless to say, it was brilliant.
the writers of the show has this uncanny way to programme the viewer to follow the clues blindly and then (WHAM!) throws the answer, without any indication of expectations.
and how so not ‘murder, she wrote’. though i do like angela lansbury’s acting. (SNAP!)
but i do like to watch ‘matlock’ though.
now what if matlock falls for ms langsbury?
speaking of murders and crime and killings, i have this sudden urge and interest for gore. ok, not al gore.
i love to see bodies being mutilated. how the skin ruptures to unseen violence. the way the cells and the veins screams out for attention.
ok enough about that.
but i like it.
maybe i should do the next career move in my schizo character life.
to become a killer. cool aye?
ok last piece of the story.
im on the jason bourne bandwagon.
saw both installments of the series for the past 2 nights. brilliant. just simply brilliant. and the soundtrack during the credits is so david holmes.
but at the end of the bourne supremacy, something tells me ‘hey, THAT shouldn’t happened!’
which scene you may ask?
it’s wer that lady officer picks up the fone at her office in new york. without looking at her caller id, she just picks up the phone and got her surprise it’s jay b on the other line.
now, i may not be a CIA super officer dealing with highly dangerous espionages, but the sense in me should remind this when a number that’s not familiar appears.
DON’T FUCKEN ANSWER IT.
sounds ironic ain’t it so that super slueths answer their phones without verifying unknown numbers when they spend gazillions of money on high end technology.
oh well, that’s just me observing nonsensical things.
because i have not done anything at werk since 9.30 a.m.