GREY AREA

I hate Grey's Anatomy with a passion. Fine, I'm actually angry at myself for watching the latest episode. I have stopped watching Grey's Anatomy for ages, and am so proud for not watching. If I heard Meredith's neurotic whining one more time, or the name McDreamy again (I heard there's even a McSteamy now, wtf?!? Makes me want to crawl out of my skin), I would die from anger stroke.

So after 2 years of not watching, I guess I let my guard down a bit. I heard the 3 episodes arc was kinda good, so I read the first 2 recaps and decided to watch the last one. I'm not going to spoil the episode for those who haven't seen it, but oh my God, it sucks ass! Suckage!

My biggest enemies now are the people behind Grey's Anatomy. If I could find anthrax, I would send them packageful.

I don't mind the show being unrealistic and not portraying real medicine, it's a drama (nevermind that it's a substandard one). Who would want to watch real surgeons doing rounds for 15 nonstop hours? If you want real, go watch a documentary. So I forgive Grey's for being overly dramatic, but UP TO THE POINT OF BEING ABSURD AND COMPLETELY UTTERLY RIDICULOUS?! And don't even let me begin with the extra extra annoying characters.

That's one hour of my life gone forever. 50 minutes for the show and 10 for the anger blackout.

Now I have to watch a few episodes of House to recover.

SPEAKING OF AUTISM

Four years ago, I had the chance to interact with autistic kids. Normal kids make me awkward and uncomfortable. Autistic kids, I like them because they don't bother me so much. That kid who keeps screaming in Sainsbury's forcing me to escape to the other end and having to make an extra round - now this is the kind of kids you should keep in a cage at home.

No, my mommy and daddy did not put me in a cage when I was a kid.

They wanted to buy a cage to protect themselves from us. No, scratch that.

Anyway, back to the autistic kids. Since I'm not so good with children (the others were better so they were playing around with the kids) and I sort of sat on the side. I decided to talk to this one girl who had been standing around not joining in the activity. I thought I would be nice by encouraging her.

I did manage to convince her but when she walked away, she had an obvious limp.

Yea, I'm a jackass. I shouldn't be so pushy. What was wrong with just sitting around and talking anyway? It's been 4 years. Get back to me in another 4 years and see if I still remember her limp.

BOREDOM II

I'm going crazy staying in my room. The last few weekends have been completely torturous. While I love the comfort of my own room, I have not spoken to anyone for the last ~50 hours. But I hate the idea of socializing. I mean I dig the idea of watching a movie or a play, but to sit around listening to other people's problems and dramas, I would sooner jump under 25.

I don't want to be alone, but I hate being with people more.

So I checked if I had autistic characteristics. If you're familiar with autism, it's difficult to detect in adults. Some professors came up with a questionnaire, and you can just Google it. And if I were to trust the validity of the questionnaire, I would be borderline autistic.

For once, I was speechless.

COURTESY

Today on 25:

The bus stopped and the doors opened. I saw an old man with a cane hurrying up the street. Like a jackass that I am, I made a bet with myself if the man would make it to the bus. Man, was he slow.

But he did. The door did close on him but it reopened and he got in. And with a cane in one hand, his arthritic knees bent in a curiously funny way, he looked around for a seat.

The two girls looked at him and continued their conversation. The old 60ish Pakistani man glanced up. The younger man besides him didn't even notice. Everyone else stayed put. Finally the old Pakistani man offered his seat. He was after all not carrying the ultimate weapon, the cane.

I felt like kicking the two stupid bitches. I hope they get knocked up by their dumbass boyfriends and when they're really really pregnant, they would get on 25 and not offered a seat. Learn your lesson the hard way!! What they did is just so wrong.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Happy birthday to someone I used to know. I hope you're happy. I really do.

HEROES

I started watching Heroes a few weeks back. I'm tempted to say it's not the best show on the tv, but I'm scared people will kill me for that. Hah! It's so not the best tv show around. And you know I'm always right.

Mohinder is a douchebag. So is Nathan Petrelli.

But between the two, if they whipped out their dicks, Nathan would win because he's obviously the bigger dick. What a jackass. I hope his wife has a hidden power and will destroy him one day. Her or Peter, I don't care. As long as Nathan dies.

Here is my Hero Scale:

-2: You jump off a building/race your car/wrestle on tv etcetra to make yourself look cool.
0: You wear red underpants on the outside. Or metal can stick on your body.
2: You profess your love even though it makes you look like a complete idiot.
4: You fight in a war in the name of your country or religion.
6: You kick Dick Cheney's ass.
8: You kick Dick Cheney's ass twice.
10: You tell the truth even though you will end up losing everything in your life.

I love Mohinder's voice though. Daymn.

HAHA

Today on 25:

I don't normally care what's going on in the bus, I just listen to some music and look out the window. It never fails to amaze me that with one giant turn, 25 exits Central London, enters East London and the scenery changes completely.

But today, a loud voice caught my attention. "Hey you, yeah you. I hate you. Stop talking on the phone. You're a big prick, you know that."

Without turning around, I knew it was a black guy harrassing some guy. It went on for a few minutes with nobody else saying a word. Who in their right mind would?

"If we were not on the bus, I would beat the crap out of you. You're a prick you know that. Don't answer your phone. If you answer your phone, I'm gonna beat you. I hate your face. You're a prick you know that. You're a big prick!"

Either he's an idiot, or he's pretty amateur at harrassing people. The lack of originality should tip you off.

"I'm so much better than you. I'm gonna be someone big and I'm gonna do big things. Everyone on this bus knows it. I'm gonna amount to bigger things. I'm so much better than you, you prick!" And he went to harrass the driver. It was too far for me to hear.

And then he got off at Aldgate and the inspectors caught him for not having a travelcard. And the people on the bus cheered.

Oh what a fun day!!

WAT?!?

I heard counting to 10 to control your anger (in my case, rage) kinda works. I'm keen to try it. Hmm...

Off the top of my head, I can't stand people who don't write properly. Wat is up wif writin' lyke dis?!? I mean, if you're texting someone, it's forgivable, but other than that, what is the point?? 'What' has only one extra letter than 'wat'. And 'lyke' has 4 just like 'like'. Mother of God, why do you have to replace the letter 'i'?!? It... Argh!

1... 2... 3... 4... Fuck it!

Do you think it makes you look cool? Hell, no! At the very least, it makes you look like you're trying to look cool. And that's sad. Especially if you're already in your 20s.

So sad that I would cry for you.

But I'm incapable of crying. So there.

BOREDOM

You can send me your picture and I'll draw it. But you have to wait til I finished medical school. It's a particularly boring day. So I went to a kitchen (a kitchen, not the kitchen. That's one of the good (bad?) things about Floyer House, you have access to every flat), opened two cabinets and just randomly switched the stuffs.

Hey I was bored. And nobody saw me.

I know God did. But it's a boring day.