Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Rant: Squeaky shoes

Don't you hate it when you're out in a crowded place and there's a hyper kid running around in his/her squeaky shoes?

For those who have no clue, by 'squeaky shoes' I mean the kind which make that 'squeak' sound every time you take a step. If you STILL don't know what i'm on about, take a look at this short video.
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Anyways, so I was at this mall the other day, queuing up at the cashier. I had finally completed all the shopping for the occasion and I was ready for a relaxing day ahead. The queue was quite long but I was feeling content and satisfied. But then... I heard it.

I turned my head slightly towards the direction it came from, already fearing the worst. And there it was, a disgustingly cheerful looking toddler, stumbling in those annoying squeaky shoes. The worst part was that I had to wait a full ten minutes in that queue until it was my turn to pay. Each minute was a new kind of torture.

The toddler kept walking and tripping, waking and tripping. His effort was so pointless, he couldn't walk far without stumbling. Of course, his parents very conveniently didn't even notice any of it. So he kept getting back up to his feet every time he fell, and then his shoes began squeaking, and then he fell, got back up and so on.

So my point is that whoever thought of inventing these squeaky shoes is a moron. I mean, what's the purpose of them anyways? The whole idea is so tacky and plus, there's nothing wrong with wearing normal, 'silent' shoes.

It's these little things in life which piss me off, and one of them are the 'squeaky shoes'. Seriously, they're NOT cool.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Currently Reading: The knife of never letting go- By Patrick Ness

Todd has grown up in a village of men, believing that everyone else in the world, including all the women, were wiped out in a biological war with the original alien inhabitants of this planet. The world is filled with Noise, as the thoughts of all, human and animal, are constantly broadcast to all. Now, about to reach the age of manhood at thirteen, he discovers that nearly everything he has been told about his world was a lie. Forced to flee with his talking dog and a girl who has crash landed nearby, he is pursued by an army bent on conquest, and an insane preacher bent on murder.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Rant: Motivation

You may have noticed I haven't been posting much lately. Well, that's because i'm feeling de-motivated. I have a few drafts saved on various topics which I was SUPPOSED to complete and post last week. But of course, I didn't.

And that brings me to this point. Motivation: how to gain it?

To be honest, I have no idea. I guess you can't exactly force yourself to do something. You need to have that 'want' to complete the task, or the 'urgency' to do it before the deadline arrives. However, I have neither of those. So for now i'm simply procrastinating by making up excuses on how there is no hurry to publish another post.

Yes it's lame to just rant about my laziness while writing this post, but it's also good because at least now I have something to publish and you have something to read.

Anyways, I can't think of anything else to ramble on about, so that's it for now. Next time I publish something will be when I can be bothered to.