Rainbows and Unicorns

There all comes a time in our lives where something big hits us and we just lie there on the floor. Sometimes it's a baseball, sometimes it's an avalanche, and sometimes yet, it's not even physical.

Large snowballs are scarey, really.

Depression

Whether you like it or not, there are times in your life where you'd be tempted by the sweet scent of depression. That's right! Anyone would be smart enough to avoid dangerous and harmful things if the thing itself was dressed with hazard signs and telling you that it was going to eat your brains.

They probably wont be glowing red either

You see, depression doesn't waltz around with a tag that says "I'm going to make you miserable!". No, it lures you into a comfortable false sense of security with the sweet taste of procrastination. There's nothing miserable with avoiding what you need to do and replacing it with games, internet or shopping. Then, this evil reincarnate throws low ball at you. "Shit," you begin to think. "What the fuck am I doing with my life? I'm just wasting away." But that's OK, you'll continue down this spiral. Slowly but surely, it creeps up on you like a massive blanket and swallows you. At first, you feel invincible, nothing can hurt you, just like Tobey Maguire from Spiderman 3.

Eventually, you may even learn to control the depressive aura to fight crime!

Unfortunately, that doesn't last. You soon realize that if you continue down this path, you'll be a hobo. That furthers your depression and you begin to combat it.

Then you realize that even the one who claimed that he'll always be spiderman couldn't fight against it and eventually got replaced. Finally aware of your impeding doom you have no choice but to continue to procrastinate. Everything around you begins to be seemingly against you. At first, these accusations are some what excusable...

How dare the computer!

...but then they start to become ridiculous...

Not only was it empty, it breaks easily too.

...and downright stupid.

It is only when you start seeing how ridiculous you sound that you try to pick yourself off the floor and force yourself to watch hippies in a feeble attempt to make yourself feel better. It doesn't work. It'll only make you want to shoot yourself.

Even in Diablo3 where you kill demons and zombies, there are unicorns and rainbows to mock me.

Thankfully though, you'll eventually get the wind knocked out of you long enough by depression for your system to reboot. When that happens, you can laugh at its face. Why? Because screw you depression that's why. Unlike Tobey Maguire, I don't do those weird self dancing portrayals in the rain.

I won't be Tobey Maguire

-Pui.x

Feeling so Fly...

Last night I had an epiphany for my next update. Unfortunately, due to certain circumstances, I was unable to do so until today.

To get a better understanding of the entire story, we'd have to roll back a week ago. Our blogging hero Pui had yet to blog for 2 weeks, and things weren't looking good for his site at all. He needed to fix that, and fix it quick, but hey, his last undergraduate year of college had began, so he has all the right to push back the update no? And so, within his contact hours, he found the time to go shopping in Melbourne's "Fashion Capital"...Chadstone.

Like always, I would attempt to enter any single shop that sells expensive and stylish male clothing, following close behind, my girlfriend with her imaginary leash of constraint. After a long fight, she had successfully prevented me from purchasing 1 blazer, 1 leather jacket,  2 wallets, 1 suit, 1 belt, 2 shirts, 3 ties, 2 pairs of shoes and trendy shades. Unwilling to admit defeat, I forcefully dragged her into the final store.

There it was. The game changer, the heavenly jacket that glowed. There was no more arguments. I got the jacket.

I was a bloody glowing hero.

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Fast forward the story back to this week. I was wearing the coat like a boss, chilling down the streets.

It suddenly dawned on me, that I most probably didn't know how to walk; this thought truly saddened me. My foot swelled up to 1.3 times the size of my other foot within the matter of minutes, but that didn't concern me, after all, when a full grown adult fails to walk, it is a day where suicide is highly considered for the benefits of the human race.

It was only a short while after my suicidal thoughts subsided due to the growing immense pain from my leg, so like anyone else, I got into my car and drove to the nearest medical clinic from home (approximately 45 minute drive) as opposed to going directly to the hospital 5 minute walk away.

After being redirected to a hospital and waiting for 3 hours with Tony's company, I ended up on wheel chair.

Alan: Hey Tony, I have a wheel chair. Jealous?
Tony: Yes, a bit.
Alan: I also finally have something to blog about!
Tony: Really? That's the first thing you think about?
Alan: ...yes.

Moral of this pointless post?

1. Jackets are nice.
2. I'm glad I didn't damage my jacket.
3. In all seriousness, it was a pretty nifty jacket.

See? It's a nifty jacket.

-Pui.x