Moody bitchy oiying

It’s one of those moods again.

The sort of feeling that makes you want to pull feathers out of a live screaming chicken while yelling animal cruelty at the neighbour who kicked the cat. When you complain about the inhumane humans who rear animals for consumption yet cannot resist when a plate of hot curry chicken is placed in front of you.

It’s complaining about people and the world for what it is and what it isn’t, when you can’t help but be one of the contributing factors, or at least, one of those who watch and does nothing to stop it.

And when this mood comes, I yearn to write about something in this blog. But the words don’t flow that easily anymore.

Big issues were, well, too big for me to handle and the more I think of it, the more my opinion seems trivial, until I feel completely ignorant. I read my old posts, posts on other blogs, and listened to the talks of people who talk big, had big ideas, and deep understanding. How much we seemed to know, yet on second thoughts, don’t know. But we were so sure. Fools are always so sure.

Then, the interest for life’s little ironies dwindled. Observations of people and interesting everyday events decreased. I notice less, think less and everything seemed just too insignificant to be mentioned. The bus trips I relished as an observation of people, lamenting over happenings and being amused by interesting people, are now spent dozing and wondering how I manage to wake up before my bus stop.

The less I write on this blog, the less I have to write about. And so, the less motivation I have to write.

And it doesn’t help that no one is interested in downloading spyware removers or preparing living trusts, which I have so kindly provided the links with on the sidebar (with the help of google, of course).

Travel the world? Go China.

Since my trip to ShenZhen’s 世界之窗, a themepark with miniature places of interest from all over the world, I’ve half dropped the idea of traveling the world. (For those who have not been effectively confused by me with the MSN display pictures of me and backdrops many suspect was photoshoped on, I went to Paris, London, Italy, India, Australia, US… in a day. The photos were genuine.)

So anyway, I recently met up with Weiping who just came back from his one month trip in Australia to “exercise”, and he has thoughtfully brought back souvenirs for us.

A cute little keychain.

Sweet. It’s clearly from Australia, with cute little koalas on it (can’t see from the photo).
But being me, I wasn’t going to tear through the covering to get it out before effectively investigating the packaging.

I turned it around and laughed right out.

Taken with a VGA camera, but the words on the gold sticker can still be vaguely made out. It says, “Made in China”.

I would have laugh harder if I were in China when I got it. Just as how I anticipated my dad’s reaction would have been had I bought him a gift and brought it to China where he was at. Because the tab on the shirt says exactly the same thing as that on the keychain.

World’s factory. More like the world has somehow converged at China. And with my previous entry on China, I mentioned the supermarkets with every fruit and food in the world (Yes, durians too and other fruits I’ve not even seen in local supermarkets). So now, with a few hundred bucks, I can make a trip to China, travel the world, eat delicacies from all over the world, take pictures at world landmarks and buy back souvenirs. All the activities of an average tourist done at one spot. Around the world in 80 days? Hah!

I told Weiping I’ll buy back keychains from every place in the world the next time I go to China.