The best so far

December 30, 2008

So it’s almost the new year. Wow. (Not really. I don’t see the big deal with NYE.) As a “celebration” post, I thought I’d bring up some links of my favourite blog posts that I really enjoyed typing out. So enjoy!

March 2007

April 2007

June 2007

July 2007

August 2007

September 2007

October 2007

November 2007

December 2007

January 2008

February 2008

March 2008

April 2008

May 2008

And I think that’s about it. At this point, there’s not much to post because my regular crowd started reading at this point (I think). There’s some funny stuff, some serious stuff, and stuff that just doesn’t make sense, but then again, you are talking about Thoughts In My Pants.

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Stupid yappers on the train

December 29, 2008

So I’m coming home from work, and usual, I’m dead tired. The train’s coming in ten minutes, and when you just want to sleep, ten minutes seems like forever. As usual, I’m just waiting, and I see this young woman walk towards my direction, yapping on her phone. She walks past me and I can hear on talking away on the phone about something really trivial. You could tell she’s one of those people that just talk for the sake of talking. Like, they just have to talk, and if they don’t, it just kills them.

The train finally arrives. Yes! I get on and make my way to a seat. Lo and behold, it’s that same annoying woman yapping away on phone. She’s about a metre or two away from me, and I can hear snippets of her stupid conversation. The things she says… I could lay out what she said right here in this blog post, but it wouldn’t express just how trivial the things she said was. Like I said before, she’s like those people that don’t stop talking. I start to realise that there are three groups of people talking quietly amongst themselves, and then I can hear her voice cut through all of the quiet chatter. Her voice actually pierces my ears, and here I am, listening to music.

It’s just so hard to express how much I wanted to punch her in the face, but if you’ve ever come across people who just yap away loudly on their phones, then I think you’ll get the gist of it.

And then I finally get to my stop and realise that she’s getting off here. One, why couldn’t she get off earlier? Two, she blocks the aisle and I have to walk the other way to get off the train, which mind you, was the longer way to the door.

Can people like her just get sent away onto another planet? Please?

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Couldn’t get any better

December 26, 2008

This is glorious. I just bought the whole set of Seinfeld episodes on DVD today, with more than half price off the original price, and I am watching an episode right now with some nice greasy Maccas. Awesome.

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Smoking. Motorcycling. Could it be the same?

December 25, 2008

Note to self: If you decide to have two showers during the day simply because you want to waste some time, then you are bored. Go and do something.

Anyway.

I don’t understand why people  choose to smoke. The negative effects seem to outweigh the positive effects. I have done research over the Intertubes and the only positive effects I could find were heightened senses (making you more aware) and being able to control your weight (which I think is complete bollocks). Ever since I was a young’un, the first time I saw someone light up, I was like, “Ewww.” It just looked so ugly seeing someone light up and I needed to think unicorns immediately after from grossing myself out.

So why do people smoke? When I would see someone smoke in high school, I wondered what drove them to that. Was it because they were uneducated about the risks of smoking? Or is it because they thought it looked cool and wanted to do it? Since I first saw someone light up, I have never been able to find a satisfactory answer to why people choose to smoke. Mind you, the first time I saw someone smoke was probably 13 years ago.

At Tafe, we had to do an assignment on the “dangers” of the music industry. Basically, we were the study the rockstar lifestyle; such things like alcohol, drugs and of course smoking. We were to choose to look into one of those things and do a presentation on the impact of that topic we chose. One group did smoking. After the presentation, the teacher asked the class if anybody had any questions. I thought this was a good opportunity to ask why people choose to start smoking. So I asked, and one of the presenters – who actually smokes – why he took up smoking. I asked him if he knew all the dangers of smoking before he started smoking, and he said yes. Then I asked why he chose to do it. And then he gave me some answer that was completely irrelevant to my question, and seemed as if he was in some kind of denial, rendering me unable to argue back. I can’t remember what he said exactly, so I’ll have to paraphrase it, but it was something like, “Well, for every year you stop smoking, you gain X-amount of years of your life back.” And then the whole class went into chatter about smoking and my “debate” that hadn’t even started was lost.

So then I thought of it this way: I like motorbikes. A lot. When I was 13, I told my mum that I was going to ride a motorbike. She was like, “No! They’re so dangerous!” I then realised that I was in the same situation as the smoker I mentioned earlier. He knew about the dangers of smoking. I knew about the dangers of motorcycling. And yet, I still wanted to ride a motorbike! But then I thought about it some more and realised that the reason why I like motorbikes was because I had a passion for them. Could this be the thing that set me apart from this smoker? I wondered if anyone could have a passion for smoking, or anyone who enjoyed smoking, and to be honest, I have never met anyone that did. For every smoker I’ve asked, “Do you actually like smoking?” has been answered with a shrug or a big fat no.

At the same time, I still think motorcycling is okay where smoking is not. Is this some irrational prejudice I have? Or is it really passion that sets my dangerous hobby of motorcycling apart from the dangerous “hobby” of smoking? I am uberly confused.

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