My latest addiction to TV has been the reality show Big Brother (Season 9). I hated it at the beginning because it was built around people who lie, flirt, backstab one another, and doing whatever for the sake of money, which in this case, the grand prize of $500,000 US. However, as the game show goes on, I seem to be able to get past the malicious behaviours and really look at the contestants as everyday people, with emotions, anger, lives in the real world,  and when contestants break down mentally and emotionally, they seem to be more real than at any other moment.

All along I have been supporting Crazy James, who amazingly won the Power of Veto for three weeks straight and saved himself thrice from eviction. But eventually the "evil" power of Team Christ wears down the poor individual, and James was eliminated this week. It was somewhat expected, but I still feel sorry for this guy, who had been trying so hard, playing such a great game,  but was eliminated only because he was outcasted all along.

There are times in life when each of us feel outcasted, and that emotion is unbearable. I am happy to have friends who stuck through with me thick and thin, especially those whom I have known now for 10, 15 years. But there are still times when things are better off kept to myself.

P.S. If you have been reading my blog all along, you will probably realised this is less structured than the other ones. I just needed a emotional dump on my thoughts, and this blog is probably the best place.

I swear, these parking enforcers are like hyenas, crouching and hiding in the veld, patiently waiting for the eagles (drivers) to finish with their preys (cars), and quickly approach the "leftovers" as soon as the eagle leaves.

I got a parking fine again. This time, less than a minute after a park down the car, just outside of my apartment building…

I parked my car, and then I realized that I left my wallet at home. Learning from past lesson, when they gave me a parking fine for staying 15 minutes after expiry, I decided to immediately run up (figuratively - I actually took the elevator) to my apartment to get my wallet. And by the time I ran back down, which was about 5 minutes later, the yellow death note is already clipped neatly under the windshield wipers. "Cha-Ching", another $30 flushed down the toilet. When I saw that ticket, the first thing that came to my mind was to rip that yellow thing apart into 40 million pieces. But I didn’t.  Instead, I dropped it "accidentally". The wind took it underneath the car chassis, and pressed it against one of the rear tires. I picked it up unwillingly, clipping it back to the windshield. Another thing I did, not sure why, but I did it anyways, was to actually pay at the parking meter for the rest of the half hour that I parked there.

May be what I should have done before is to leave a note to inform the cops that I will be coming down to pay, before I left my car. 

What really pisses me off is that I have every fucking intention to pay.

Scavengers! 

Afterthought: These cops are more like parasites. Savengers only take the leftovers, and they do no harm. But parasites survive on giving HELL to their hosts.