I recently had this confusing conversation with a friend.
Which to date, I still can’t seems to understand what we just talked about:
Potato: What to do on a Sunday noon?
Me: Go paktor lor!
Potato: Yeah, doing that now. But what else can do cause it’s so boring.
Potato: Need suggestion aside movies, shopping, café. What else?
Potato: Is it normal to just shop, movies, café and chit chat? Seems like monotonous one.
Me: Life is like that lor. Eat, shit and sleep. You also monotone for so many years.
Potato: Want to do some activities mah. Like jungle tracking.
Me: Then go cycle at park, catch butterfly with net or picnic.
Potato: Cycling so hot la. I want something that is not too hot and burnt under the sun.
Me: You want activity but give excuses. Hot la, this la and that la.
Me: Then go see museum, science centre or art gallery.
Potato: You think here is Paris or Rome or Europe? Museum here sucks big time.
Me: Seriously, monotone is your choice.
*puke blood* Sometimes, I can only blame myself for allowing this kind of conversation to take place.
If we look at things in a broader picture, life has always been monotone since we are born, no?
I mean seriously, monotone life? Life is monotone, if you allow it to be like that.
It’s the small details in life that makes everything more interesting.
Someone once told me – make time, make an effort and everything will turn out differently.
Now, back to my monotone life! Zzzz…