Was online last evening and someone popped that she’s sianz. Yes, if Ting happen to be reading this, here’s me quoting you (raw and) straight from the MSN dialogue box, ”sianz of work , sianz of doing almost the same stuf, sianz of the frustrations in work, sianz of everyting.”
I can actually feel the sianz vibes just by reading that, which my English teacher would probably frown on. She will say that is too long to be a sentence. Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes, someone in her 20s being in the sianz mood.
Recently, an overseas supplier introduced me to KYM, who has just returned to Singapore from US. We have been in some email exchanges, and after these many weeks, I realized that his conscious state of mind operates on a cycle.
Every Monday, he will be looking towards Wednesday, proclaiming that the milestone of the week. By Wednesday, he will be looking forward to Friday. On Friday, he will exclaim in jubilation that he “made it”.
If you think KYM is actually looking forward to a happening Saturday Nite fever, you are going to be utterly disappointed. Instead, he will often be wishing for a peaceful weekend. And that cycle goes on yet again when Monday starts. Barely at his mid-30s, I should add that KYM is no old fossil in the slug. I always thought that people in their 30s would be the most upbeat. Financially stable, confident, secured and assured.
Or am I wrong? Hmmm…
If you do a search on google for “sianz”, you will find a series of blogs, all declaring their sianz-ness. Most of whom ( or is it all? anyone care to find out when you are really sianz?) are breeding in Singapore. I wonder if Singaporeans were given the sole prerogative to be sianz…
On second thought, it is perhaps not really the age, the geography, the gender, or any other factors.
We have been caught in a vicious cycle sparked by dunno-who. Convincing ourselves that we are sianz, we inject the sianz bugs within us, make sure it flows through us and spread it out to the next person who happens to be around like it’s the best gift around to be shared. And so, the sianz bug multiplies. And multiply. And multiply. Before we know it, those who are not infected seemed freaky.
Odd, isn’t it? We are all sianz… restless, dull, lifeless, malcontented and irritable… who invented that? Who should invent that thought, that mood, that blue?
That consciousness that brought us to… ermmm… sianz-ness?
Oops! What am I expounding on something so…. SIANZ…..
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1 comment:
because of sianz you give a detailed statement of sianz,because of sianz i read your passage,because of sianz you make me more sianz and because of sianz i wrote this silly comment...gosh wat in the world is sianz with me....
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