The Hypnotized Chicken

2012-01-15T20:10:00.003+08:00

Long time coming.

One year doesn't seem like a long time, especially since how time seems to pass so quickly nowadays. But spending one year working towards a single moment like yesterday certainly made me feel that life is made up of many such sequences. We go through a long period of grind to get to one moment of pure elation, which of course sets us up for the next part of our life, or the next period of grind towards another moment.

This is not a bad thing either, as it is because of the grind that makes such moments so magical. In the one year I've spent as a cadet in OCS, I've gone through a common leadership module in Hotel Wing where in a short two weeks, I've learnt a lot of the guiding principles that got me through OCS. Spent 3 months as a pre-midshipman, sailing with my seniors and generally learning a lot. Finally, 9 months as a midshipman going through a mini hell week, a 41-days deployment as well as lots of small moments within the course that made it so special.

Even the last couple of weeks of parade rehearsals and rushing around for the upcoming graduation ball made the last dash to commissioning that much more interesting. I guess for those who have been through it before, as well as those on the parade square with me yesterday, I would not need to explain how I felt as I tossed my peak cap. Or when my parents came to affix my rank for me. Or the congratulations I received from my friends way before the pictures started popping up on Facebook.

It. Was. Epic.

The next part of my journey will hopefully prove to be even more interesting, and at the end of it all I can only look back and say, as we always do when we look back at fond memories, damn I miss those days.

"You start with logic, then you package it with heart and love until it feels right, and then you do it."

2012-01-01T22:22:00.003+08:00

World of Our Own.

So it's 2012 and I finally decide to dump something up here. There is, of course, the customary recap of the highlights of 2011. It can be said that 2011 has been quite a year, and what better time to breathe life into this old place by talking about the past as we head to the future. I promise to make it as interesting as I can muster having not done this in a while, or if you get bored you can just look through the pictures.

Sailing away from home for one and a half months yet again, this time with added responsibilities and an equator-crossing to boot was definitely a baptism of fire that culminated in the earning of our senior rank. I would go on to describe what the equator-crossing ceremony was like, but there are simply no words. Also, I have no pictures. So all you have to work with is this: Disturbing.

This is only the half of it.

The rest of the year after that was pretty okay. Mostly just lots of sailing done in the strait to hone our navigational skills, plus lots of PT to keep the IPPT standard up. Before all this though, there was of course the fact that I turned 21 while chugging on a sea boat in a war gaming simulation. And while everyone got to rest after that, I spent my birthday weekend doing duty. To cap it all off, Man City took us to town in our own backyard and thrashed us 6-1. Definitely one of the worst birthdays I've ever had, and it had to be the 21st.

Never really got round to celebrating it in the end, so oh well, there's always the next one when I turn 22. I have to say though, I'm very thankful to those who remembered, and wished me. It definitely helped cheer me up. Of course I'm talking about those who actually remembered and wished me either by calling or texting, and not on Facebook because they got a reminder.

Awesome?

2011 improved as it drew nearer and nearer to its end, with Man Utd picking up wins and catching up to Man City. I passed most of my important tests, got offered a placing in all the courses I've applied for in the UK, and just recently was announced as a Sword of Merit winner for my Midshipman's Course.

Definitely better than Sword of Merit

The year has also showed me the friends who will always be there for me regardless of when I need them. Of course there is also the opposite, where people who I expect to be behind me turn out to not give a damn. You can't please everyone I suppose, but I'm glad for those who always stick around.

Looking forward, it's just two more weeks till I get that golden rank on the parade square. One year of hard work finally coming to a really good end. I have definitely enjoyed the journey, but can't wait as I progress on to the next step. Some may think, hey, it's just a job. But the time spent with my instructors as well as some of my batch mates have led me to see Officership as something more.

I guess this is where I come up with my resolutions for 2012. Okay, so here goes.

1. Keep up the good habit of working out and not make excuses about being too busy.

2. Make time for friends and family regardless of work requirements.

3. Properly ask her out.

The cup is neither half full or half empty. It is simply twice as big as it needs to be.

2011-06-19T19:23:00.002+08:00

Hiatus.

It just seems fitting that there should be an official announcement. Definitely do not want this to just die off into cyber nothingness. Will be back when creativity strikes and time is ample. Otherwise, the physical book I'm keeping will have to do for now. Speaking of which, it's about time I wrote something there too.

Arnold puts it best but, I'll be back.

2011-04-24T19:48:00.003+08:00

Infinity.

It's the end of a long weekend, so pretty soon it'll be back to our so-called home away from home. Civillian time has been good, and I have Good Friday and the Easter Bunny to thank for that. Accomplished quite a bit, both in reality as well as virtual reality.

Anyway, past couple of weeks have been smooth sailing. We get by mostly on positivity as well as having a few good friends around. Main batch will be coming in soon, marking the start of the course proper. I expect quite a few of them will be culture shocked and what have you, as was I when I first came in. They don't quite have the luxury of time to settle down as I did though. I hope most of them adjust quick and start enjoying the little things because it will soon be the things that help pull them through.

Much like how this long weekend was a good motivation for me. Although it does kinda have the calm before the storm feel, I'll appreciate any calms I can have while I tough it out through the storms. Speaking of which, there's still a block leave coming up, albeit an interrupted one because of several factors. Nevertheless, it will be yet another boost to keep this engine of mine going.

I have to admit something though. I have not been writing here quite as often as I would like. I do try to make up for it by writing in my self-proclaimed book to the secrets of Life, but it would be nice if a post could be conjured here every now and then. I have to take care not to do it with the issued laptop though, what with Big Brother watching and all.

I actually just realised I have not mentioned about my book before. Well, it's this book where I write, as in physically write, my opinions and views about random topics related to life. My ultimate aim - I say ultimate but it isn't actually all that grand - for this book is that I can one day look back at it and maybe find a bit of the younger me when I'm old. Just my own way of trying to stay young longer, as I can already start to feel this mind of mine getting a tad too old for my taste.

While it might seem foolish to be investing in seemingly nonsensical stuff like this when I will probably be getting a lot busier as the weeks come, I can say that it isn't wasting time if you find it useful. After all, what's the use of having time if you don't use it.

And beyond.

2011-04-03T01:31:00.002+08:00

Reignite.

A lot has happened since the last time I blogged, mainly due to the fact that it has been a long while since I last blogged. BMT, Christmas, a New Year, OCS and the Navy. It's weird how my life in the past couple of months have come to resemble Causeway Point. Changing, for better or worse. I guess it's inevitable. We all have to progress somewhere and, like fries from McDonald's, I am now a regular.

One might say that I have now lost all freedom. While the rest of my peers trudge towards liberation in the form of an ORD date, I have nothing of the sort to look forward to. I must admit, there was regret. Cognitive dissonance, they say. In the end though, after 6 surprisingly short weeks out at sea, I'm actually quite motivated.

I am in a place where everything I do is controlled, and judged. Every single mistake is punished, sometimes overtly severe in relation to the offence. You are kept away from home for days in a row, and only let out for a day. Even then, you are given tasks to complete during this "liberty". In all honesty, I should hate this place. Yet somehow, I don't. Because in this very same place full of negativity, there are positives. Brothers in arms who toil next to me. Friends who I have shared personal stories and feelings with, and vice versa. And of course, healthy numbers in my bank account.

The positives help mask the negatives, help make them bearable. Just bearable enough that in due time, it will all be worth it. Every judgement, every punishment, will culminate to the day we get a set of gold bars on our shoulders. By then, life gets easier. All that is left, is time. Time that will pass no matter what. Then, liberation. Life will be set up nicely to be lived. If all this isn't motivation, then I don't know what is. For now though, I'll just be looking to get to the next weekend, before I move on from there. One small step. One giant leap.

Can't say it hasn't been awhile since I actually properly wrote stuff. Personal reflections during the sailing aside, there has not been much creative whatnots going my way in recent months. It's kinda good that I actually sat down and got this out. Hopefully this means a lot more writing in the weeks to come. Need to find back that passion I had for churning words out for fun. God knows I need that now more than ever. Should definitely provide a good outlet for stress now that training is starting again. The block leave was much needed. Now time to hong gan.

My job is not who I really am. It is who I need to be.

2010-10-31T23:28:00.003+08:00

No way back.

There's just slightly more than a week before I enlist, and honestly it's been a long time coming. I have just about enough episodes of Criminal Minds, plus the other shows that I follow weekly, to keep my days occupied till my enlistment. The rationing of episodes obviously helped.

Karma has been kind the whole week. Lunch back at NP on Wednesday was good. Potluck plus Pictionary with Aini, Chee, Amirul and Ronald in the m:idea office on Friday. Made banana ice-cream, that was like sex, for them. However weird that sounds. Then it was Hendrick's place on Saturday with Bgoh finally making an appearance after confinement in OCS. ManUtd beat Tottenham 2-0 to round off a good weekend.

Just a short update for today. I'll probably try to squeeze in a mid-week post, plus another on my last weekend before enlistment. Mind's kinda drained anyway. Watching too much TV shows on killers can do that. Anyway, I'll leave you with a quote I heard on one of the episodes of Criminal Minds that I found very interesting.

"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it." - Terry Pratchett

2010-10-24T22:53:00.003+08:00

Roll the windows up.

My last post ended with the hope that the whole of this week would be good. Karma delivered, and the whole week did end up being pretty awesome. Monday was spent chilling at home. Criminal Minds with the awesomeness of Dr Spencer Reid coupled with my Charmeleon evolving into a Charizard made it a very fulfilling day.

Met up with Ying Hao on Tuesday to buy my NS stuff. A large part of the afternoon was spent navigating the aisles of Mustafa Centre. It was worth it though. Found everything we needed in one place. Stoned at Starbucks till dinner time, then had dinner at some weird Asian restaurant that has free flow ICE CREAM if you order a set meal. Why anybody would want ice cream on free flow is beyond me.

Muay thai on Wednesday made sure I wasn't just spending my days lazing around. Thursday was the birthday, but it didn't really feel like it. Having it mid-week was kinda weird. Met Ying Hao, Glenn, Tabitha and Sin Ee at Little India for dinner. Thanks for the t-shirt(I swear I really actually do like it) and the awesome "martial arts manual". Muay thai again on Friday to burn all the ghee off from eating at Little India.

Saturday was another birthday celebration for me, this time at Hendrick's place with the guys. We played chinese chess. No, not what you're thinking. Had to drink every time you have a piece eaten. Dabbled with FIFA 11 as well before cycling home. Took a detour again to enjoy the night breeze.

Finally got round to celebrating with my family today. Had steamboat with everyone, plus a bit of grill. Awesome fruitcake to finish it off as well. Night ended well with ManUtd beating Stoke 2-1 with Javier Hernandez scoring 2. With the whole week having gone so well, I'll do well to go through the coming week without too much bad things.

Killed your goldfish, replaced it with another one.

2010-10-17T23:02:00.003+08:00

Get up in the morning.

Just 23 more days before enlistment. It's been a pretty long countdown that started around late May, and I'm glad that it's finally coming to an end. Killing time can get pretty monotonous after awhile, especially when every weekend since July had been spent listening to stories about army, BMT and the like. It's not all bad though, since that sort of gets me prepared. Though I'm sure there's nothing like experiencing the real thing.

Actually more than just 8 days left

Anyway the past week has been kinda like a see-saw. It started with my hard disk deciding to quit on me while I still had whole seasons of TV shows left unwatched in it. The week picked up though. Met Choon, Hsien Yew and Jin to celebrate Jin's birthday. Because Jin wanted it and it was his birthday, we ate Japanese food. Toughed it out because that's how much my friendship with Jin matters. You can read this to understand my ~~love~~ hate/hate relationship with Japanese food.

The horror.

I got over my hard disk spoiling pretty quickly by re-downloading 4 seasons of Criminal Minds, and was in a pretty good mood. Went back to the m:idea office for the MYCA briefing. Always good fun to be in the office. Dinner with Chee and Ronald completed a very good day.

Criminal Minds: Better than your shades, Horatio.

Good mood lasted till yesterday when ManUtd dropped a 2 goal lead again and lost 2 points. Mood improved a bit because Chelsea dropped 2 points too. Okay, so the week didn't exactly end on a high note. But, hopefully this means the coming week will be good.

Under the floor.

2010-10-10T21:05:00.006+08:00

Innocent again.

It's scary how much things can change in just a few years. Spent the past couple of hours reading through my old blog posts and looking back at how much simpler things were way back then. Lots of good memories with different people, some of whom have already drifted away into mere "hi and bye" friends.

It can't be helped sometimes, but I've already said in one of my previous posts that I wanted to get my monkeysphere in order. I've started working on that, and things are going quite well. A couple of setbacks here and there, but hey, baby steps. At least I'm trying.

It can be quite chaotic sometimes

Of course, it's not just the World around me that has been changing. I've changed quite a bit too. The way I look at certain things then and now are quite different. Back then, I had a little less fear, and a little more confidence. A little less self-doubt, and a little more resolve. But obviously, certain things that have happened between then and now have caused these negative traits to creep in.

Time to stop the rot, to get some of that confidence and resolve back. As A1 would put it, the same old brand new me. Not as easy as it sounds, but they(not A1) did say the first step is admitting you have a problem right?

That's right, even they can give good advice

Anyway, I shall leave you with this post that I wrote quite a while back. It'll be awhile before I can get back to writing like that again. I was actually telling Bgoh that day about how my passion for writing was ruined by mass comm, which is ironic because it was my passion for writing that made me join mass comm. But, that also made me realise I need to start working on it if I want to get it back. So thanks Bgoh!

“You can't change the past, but you can ruin a perfectly good present by worrying about the future."

2010-09-15T22:27:00.004+08:00

If it doesn't break your heart.

This post actually came about because I wanted to tweet something, then realised that 140 characters just wasn't going to cut it. In fact, maybe even 140 words won't be enough. This isn't the first time I've wanted to tweet something only for it to be too long, and most of the time I would have just left it and be on my merry way.

Twitter Math: Stinginess + Short Attention Span = 140 Chracters

But hey, I'm working on trying to revive this dead ~~piece of crap~~ blog here. Some may say that it's my way of dealing with having allowed some things in my life to just die away. Who knows. I'm no expert on this kind of psychological crap(hint Bgoh), so I'll just work with what I have and go with it.

Today was actually the first time in a long while that I've sat down at the same table with someone from my family and had dinner. Granted it was just with my Dad, but it's a step in the right direction. Went out with him for dinner plus grocery shopping, which brought back a lot of memories. Like how he taught me to pick the right vegetables, how to see if the fish is fresh and whatnot.

Then as I was standing with him at the cashier, I suddenly realised that I'm taller than him. Might seem like something insignificant, but when I was growing up, my Dad was always this giant I could turn to. One thing I remembered was that he used to keep the lighters in the house on the very top of a shelf. He was the only one who could reach them, and every time it was someone's birthday, he'd have to be the one to get the lighter.

Lots of birthdays have gone by since, and now it's like any of us could get the lighter. It's just these small things that make me realise, damn we grow up fast. We go out to the World and we think all the great things are out there waiting for us. We'd rather spend time with people who we've known for a while, who might just as easily forget about us, than with people who we have known for our whole life. I'm definitely guilty of this.

If there really is a God, I'm sure glad he didn't just poof us into existence, but took the trouble to give us parents. Try fitting all this in a tweet.

Evolution: God didn't get it right the first time, so he just kept tweaking,
got to us and said "Ah screw it"

It isn't love.

2010-08-29T22:10:00.003+08:00

My life's like.
running at the speed of sound

Way back when, I wrote this post on courage and how to find it. It was definitely a whole lot easier being on the other side of this kind of stuff. Why must it always be harder to find courage to do something good compared to something bad. Damn life and its idiosyncrasies. Here I have one of those rare opportunities to make up for some of the things I regret allowing to happen and I'm too hum, as they say. Where's the Wizard of Oz when I need him?

Courage: Even a guy this awesome needed help with it

The other option would of course be to just let it slide. I sure could live with it. It's not serious to the point where I would kill myself because of it or anything drastic like that. But what would that say about me? How many things like this can I simply just let go before it starts to eat at me? I think I'd rather not find out. The smart thing would be to sleep on it. Then tomorrow, when it's a new day, I'll listen to the big swoosh and Just Do It. Thanks for nothing Wizard.

With my head up in the clouds.

2010-08-24T00:10:00.005+08:00

Losing my mind.

It's weird how the same thing can be seen in many different ways depending on who you listen to and stuff. Okay, maybe it's not that weird and it's just human nature. With the right amount of suggestion and imagination, people can see all sorts of things that aren't really there. It's like how some people can stare at the sky and see animal shapes in the clouds, when in reality it's all just water droplets.

It's not that bad of a thing though. Being able to see things that aren't really there can be a useful too. It certainly helps with visualisation and the like, which is pretty important if you want to be creative. But, there's also the downside of the possibility of deluding yourself. At the end though, we still left with what's really there. Took me a while to get this actually. Been spending way too much time chasing imaginary animals only to realise they're actually just clouds.

On a completely unrelated note, just watched The Expendables today with the guys. Pretty decent action movie although it didn't really live up to the hype. Guess things like Die Hard only come once in a really long while. Though we're probably due a good one soon seeing how Die Hard was way back in 1988.

Thoughts flying in and out my head.

2010-08-23T01:14:00.004+08:00

Gone in September.

I'm on a quest. Not exactly one of Frodo Baggins proportions, but hey, I'm not expecting anybody to make a movie out of it. I'm on a quest to reign in my monkeysphere, which is something I haven't been managing too well. While that might seem like it could be something remotely sexual, it isn't.

This quest is not as epic as his

Why am I suddenly on this quest you ask? You, who is still reading this semi-dead blog. Mainly because of the obscene amount of free time I've had lately to just think about stuff. Thoughts have ranged from how I can take over a small country armed with nothing but a can-opener and a really quiet goat, to how my life in general has been playing out. Doesn't take a genius to guess that this quest probably came about from the latter.

The next generation of warfare.

Anyway, what I've come to realise from all the thinking I've been doing is that I was so preoccupied with the new additions I've had to my monkeysphere, who aren't all that important to me, that I've neglected some of the older members of my monkeysphere. All this might not seem to make sense, but it's my quest so I'm probably the only one who needs to make sense out of it.

So yes, the quest has begun. In fact, it's been on for about 3 days already, and there has been some really positive results. Just need to keep at it till I get my monkeysphere in order. After that, I can work on taking over small countries and whatnot.

Would row, but I don't have a paddle.

2010-08-19T13:30:00.002+08:00

Milk and bananas.

It's been quite a while. I have to admit there were a few times I would come by, think about posting something, then end up moving on to some other site. Slightly outdated, but since my last post, Spain has won the World Cup. A World Cup in which I ended up with a profit so it wasn't too bad.

There have been other stuff happening since the last post other than just the World Cup, but I can't really be bothered to write it all out. One of the more interesting ones would be my discovery of how awesome drinking chilled full cream milk while eating bananas is. Hence the title of this post.

Anyway, I promise that my following posts will get better as I start posting more regularly. But before that happens, I can only leave you with this. It's shit, I know. But hey, I'm trying.

"I remember this time last year I was all alone,
I felt like I was two feet tall.
Now there's a hundred million numbers inside my phone,
But I still got no one to call."

2010-06-14T01:01:00.002+08:00

Close but no cigar.

The World Cup is now about 7(soon to be 8) games in, and I've yet to place a single bet. Feeling too lazy to get round to any pre-match research that would make betting productive. Oh well, it's still early in the tournament. Plenty of matches left to make money off.

Since my last post, quite a few things have happened. I've received my enlistment letter, and my date with manhood is on 9 November. This gives me a good 4 months plus to ~~slack~~ make something of myself.

I've started by getting a haircut, which was actually quite a long time coming. Now that I'm on adult fare when it comes to public transport, I have to walk to the MRT instead of taking the feeder bus. And the weather has seen to it that every time I'm walking, it'll be unbearably hot, and when I've finally reached wherever I was walking to, it'll suddenly become cool.

This weird weather behaviour coupled with a pretty thick crop of hair results in a lot of perspiration and an uncomfortably wet fringe stabbing my eyes. So yes, the haircut has been a really long time coming. Now walking to places will be a lot better.

In between this post and my last, I've also completed a half-marathon. And since then, I've had not done any sort of exercise. So it's going to be back to working out everyday starting tomorrow, or later today, however you want to see it.

Getting a haircut isn't the only thing I've done though. I basically spent the whole of Sunday spring cleaning my room. Now I can actually see what colour my desk is, and my bookshelf actually looks like a bookshelf and not a garbage dump. I'm going to reward myself with a hot cup of coffee and banana cake as I wait for the 8th World Cup match to start.

"Shakespeare said to thine own self be true. I don’t know what the fuck he meant by that, but just don’t quit on yourself. The juice is worth the squeeze.”

2010-05-23T23:14:00.006+08:00

Set my ever-loving heart on fire.

Hindsight. You would think it means being able to see out of your ass, but really it is way less cool than that. It's actually that "oh I should have done this" or "if only I had done that" feeling you get every now and then. Depending on how you look at it, hindsight can be seen as either good or bad. That last sentence was probably my best display of wordplay in quite a while. Shows how far I've fallen in terms of this whole blogging business.

Anyway, all this talk about hindsight is from the fact that I've finally really started getting into my FM game. I mean I've always been playing it, but it's only recently that I'm seriously enjoying it. Who would have known that going back to managing Man Utd will bring about such joy.

Well, winning the Quadruple probably helped.

Beat Liverpool in the Carling Cup Final

Beat Man City in the F.A. Cup Final

Beat Real Madrid in the Champions League Final

Won the Premier League leaving Chelsea 2nd, almost making up for what actually happened IRL

Before this, I kept starting new games to give myself a "challenge", all because I didn't want to always play as Man Utd. Then I realised that I've actually not had a proper Man Utd career on FM for quite awhile. If only I had started a game with them earlier, I wouldn't have wasted my time with the likes of MK Dons(who the hell are they?) and Man City(of all teams to choose).

Yup, that was some hindsight in action right there. Obviously this one's more about how hindsight was good. From it I learnt that when in doubt, fall back to what I know best and things will work out well. But, as I mentioned before, hindsight can also lead to bad things. Like how if you think too much about what you should have done, you will end up neglecting what you should be doing.

After all that has been said, hindsight is good for learning how to not worry too much about what has happened and be more forward thinking. Which is quite ironic seeing as how hindsight is all about looking back at what has happened. Still think that hindsight would be way cooler if it really meant being able to see out your ass though.

"Once I blew my nose and wiped it on your cat"

2010-04-30T22:41:00.002+08:00

The penguins are coming.

109 hours and 43 minutes. That's the amount of time I spent to complete my latest run at Pokemon Leaf Green. The fact I was watching shows whenever I was playing pokemon only mean that there's a crapload of episodes of several TV series that I've been watching.

But, that also means that I've spent 109 hours and 43 minutes on my ass at home. Not exactly the most ideal preparation for a marathon next month. Probably need to start on a proper workout routine next week.

Moving away from time spent on my ass, a lot of guys my age that I know have been getting the letter informing them their date with manhood. That's right, the enlistment letter. For some strange reason, my current status reads something like:

Good evening Mr ANAND S/O SASANGAN.

Your enlistment date is not finalised yet. An enlistment notice will be sent to you two months before your enlistment date. For further enquiries, please call our Call Center at 1800-3676767 or email to us at contact@ns.sg.

Oh well, I guess my date with manhood will come sooner or later. That last sentence might seem questionably homosexual. I will leave you with that image.

"Beat your ass at. Pictionary."

2010-04-24T09:45:00.002+08:00

Mid-life crisis.

I finally found what was missing from my life. Set 34 from the Korean food stall at Causeway Point. After the whole Horizon Food Mall debacle from last year, yesterday was my first time eating at the new(I say new, but it's actually been there awhile already) food mall. Guess what it's called? Rhetorical, I know, but it's called Mega Food Mall. Way to go, creative geniuses.

Anyway, I was glad that the Korean stall was one of the stalls they chose to keep there. Being all excited that I'm finally eating from the Korean stall again, I sprayed white, sticky......soup on the table. Wasn't too bad. After that, it was Kick Ass with Bgoh, Chiang, Hendrick and Jin. Movie was awesome, but main character could probably have been a bit more interesting.

Yesterday was also when I expressed my fears that I'm entering my mid-life crisis. Which would actually mean that I'll die when I'm 40. Ominous, but hey, everyone's got to die sometime. My reason for suspecting I'm having a mid-life crisis is because of how stressful my everyday life has become.

I find that I'm leading multiple lives, and that can get pretty hectic. I have to be a football manager, a Pokemon trainer and occasionally, an actual human being in real life. I'm coping. Not by binge drinking and beating my wife though. Mainly because I don't have a wife, and I'm too poor to binge drink. It's not too bad though. I find I can release stress by playing FM or Pokemon.

Hang in there.

2010-04-21T23:15:00.002+08:00

Staple the frog.

I've sort of come to realise that with stuff like Facebook, Twitter and whathaveyou, this whole blogging thing is getting quite hard to keep up with. That, and the fact I seem to be running out of material is probably why there's only ever a squeak coming out on here every 10,000 years or so.

I think a lot of it has to do with momentum. Getting older doesn't help either. I second guess myself way too much now. Feel like I need to go on some weird journey to rediscover my younger crazier self. A long overdue bout of astral travel is definitely beckoning. Need to keep at it till everything starts to come back. Snowballing creativity or whatever you want to call it.

Honestly, quite a bit of me has changed since the 3 years in NP. Kinda like computer programs that come up with new patches. "Anand 2.2.1: New features include 'Clubbing Experience' and more!"

I will also admit that I've cast out certain people as I get to know newer people. I find it difficult to manage a huge monkeysphere. I can't help it, so sometimes I just fall out of spheres here and there.

My mum thinks it's because I'm the kind of person who needs a lot of focus to maintain my life. That's right, just breathing alone isn't enough. Apparently my interest in things is piqued very easily, and it wanes very easily too.

But all is good. Whenever I'm in doubt I'll just go into simpler-times mode. Add exclamation marks to my OPTIMISM TIME, and let my dream of skydiving with a rabbi remind me that there are still better times waiting for me out there.

"You know, being in love can make people do crazy things."
"Well, being crazy can make people do crazy things too."
"Hmm, Romeo and Juliet must have been crazy as hell then."

2010-02-15T23:08:00.002+08:00

The dog is sneering at you.

Damn it's not easy keeping this up on a weekly basis. A couple of weeks have gone by, and on each weekend that I missed, I told myself I would definitely post next weekend. Oh well, its a slow process.

Anyway, Year of the Tiger is here. The eve was like any other, steamboat with the family plus a bit of grill too. Then we shared a bottle of wine. First day, which was yesterday, then started with paying respects to my g-mo and my aunt at the temple, before all the visiting started.

The whole of today though, was spent just lazing at home while eating sea cucumber like there's no tomorrow. Tomorrow should be slightly more eventful, and I will be going for a run in the morning first to lose some of the lazy feelings I'm getting.

Oh wait, I almost forgot that yesterday was Valentine's Day too. Most people probably forgot too, what with Chinese New Year and all. Plus there probably weren't too many places open for people to celebrate Valentine's Day.

There's a whole other level of crazy that you're just not at yet.

2010-01-24T20:47:00.002+08:00

Neck cranks and ankle locks.

The motivation to post on weekends is suddenly back. Which is great, save for the fact that there's all this typing involved. I'd probably blog a lot more if typing wasn't a factor. I swear someone should invent some thing that could just type stuff out onto my blog post as I rant off and stuff. Would definitely sell like crazy, though I'm not sure if I'll be too broke to buy it. Damn.

Anyway, yesterday was my brother's 16th birthday. So it's the O's for him this year and all should be fine. He's recently started getting into fights and stuff, which is worrying, but not like cause I think he'll get hurt or anything. He's like 6-7cm taller than me and stockier too. I'm more worried that it might affect his studies. Hopefully he'll sort himself out since it's an important year.

So we celebrated his birthday, then I cycled over to Hendrick's place for a bit of Modern Warfare and general nonsense. I had a couple of drinks. The reason why I'm putting it out here is because it might help to explain the paragraph that follows, though I'm genuinely still a bit freaked out.

Okay, I was cycling home from Hendrick's place at like 4-ish in the morning, and I was about 10 mins away from home when I saw this old lady sitting on a stool at the roadside. I was thinking like why the hell an old lady would be out at 4-ish sitting on a stool, but it wasn't like I was overly interested or anything. So I continued cycling. Then I just turned back, and the old lady was gone. Like I just saw her, and then she was gone.

At that moment I was like freaking the hell out, and I just peddled like crazy till I got home. When I got home, I swear I said "holy fucking shit" like 12 times, or more. I had only 2 drinks. So there was like no way that could have been explained by the alcohol. Seriously fucking scary. But, at least it was just a disappearing act, and not some crazy motherf- chasing me or some shit. Plus campus run in school(obviously) with Ying Hao help to get rid of all the weird feeling I had.

Knees from the clinch.

2010-01-23T00:21:00.002+08:00

Putting it out there.

22 days into the New Year has given me more or less enough time to come up with my resolutions for the year. I only set one resolution last year, which was to carry my bag on my left side rather than my right side. That might not seem like much, but having carried bags on my right side since as far back as I can remember, some balancing of the Chi was needed.

So, with last year's success in mind, I've decided to be more ambitious and have come up with ~~36457263~~ 2 resolutions for the year. Okay, so like last year's resolution, I wanted the resolutions for this year to be able to run throughout the year. So there won't be any silly one-off things like "make a pair of gloves out of potato skins" or anything like that.

1. Go for it.
What is "it" exactly? Well, I have no idea. But I'm sure many "it"s will spring up as the year goes along. Some of the ones that have already appeared include getting a Gold in NAPFA and running my first full marathon. All in all, it's basically to go all out for the things I want and not get caught up with the ifs, buts and maybes.

2. Avoid being broke(too often)
The one thing being broke quite frequently in the past year taught me, was that I hate being broke. I've been through varying stages of being broke. From having to make about a dollar plus last for a few weeks, to having a negative balance in my bank account. It was not a fun thing, and I'll be working very hard to prevent that this year. Being broke might also hinder my first resolution, as it can be quite hard to go for things when you're poor.

So that's it. I have to admit 2 resolutions is a big jump from last year. It's now like twice the number of resolutions last year, but it should be fine and I'll be plugging away at both till the next year.

However weird that sounds.

2010-01-17T22:32:00.002+08:00

It's catching up.

So right, yesterday was Hendrick's 20th. 7 years of teen status and I think this marks what the rest of the gang, including me, will be going through soon. Damn we are getting old. Anyway, we bought him a nice cake yesterday, with a huge Barney(the dinosaur) on it. Turned out to be pretty dumb cause his dad bought a cake too. So yesterday was all about having a lot of cake.

It's been like 17 days into the New Year already, and I have no resolutions yet. Which isn't that bad of a thing, cause I'll probably take a couple more days to figure out what they are going to be, then that's another blog post right there. Looks like this whole revival is going pretty well.

Moving on to some more mundane stuff, I really need to get back to tutoring. Have been putting that on hold cause of internship coming down with the busyness. Wouldn't have been that bad if the money was coming in, but it's not. At least I've learnt that I can survive weeks on like $1.20. Takes a certain level of don'tknowwhattocallit to accomplish that I suppose.

That's about it for now I guess. I'm finidng it kinda hard to string sentences together and stuff. Oh well.

"This isn't Survivor. You don't vote people off, you beat them off. Shit, that came out wrong."

2010-01-15T21:12:00.002+08:00

Damn.

It has been a long time since the last post. But even then it doesn't seem like I have much to type. Probably too lazy to really put it all out (however weird that sounds). Been busy as hell with internship, in school, and other general stuff.

I think this is a pretty good start actually. Just to get something going first. Maybe a post now and then, and slowly work my way up to a weekly thing. From there I could probably throw in a couple of midweek posts and soon, like Arnold, I'll be back.

Anyway, in the last few months of post-less-ness, I've picked up twittering, or tweeting, or whatever the hell you want to call it. I wouldn't say I'm up there with @tweetmaster or @kingoftwitter or anything, but I'm slowly getting the hang of it.

Moving on from my proud discovery of twitter, I've also discovered the awesomeness of mixed martial arts, or MMA. I wouldn't say I'm a violent guy, but there's just something about two guys(or girls) in a cage trying to beat the shit out of each other that piques my interest.

Finally, this BPL season has been really up and down for ManUtd. Which has definitely added a couple of beats to my heart rate, but I guess I could always do with the extra oxygen. I wouldn't say I'm overly surprised though. Losing Cristiano has been key in all of this.

That's three "I wouldn't say"s in three paragraphs. Way to show variety in my writing. Oh well, there's always the next post. Hopefully it won't take me 10,000 years to get to that one.

Straight.

2009-10-04T15:15:00.002+08:00

I is what I are.

It's been a while. Okay, more than a while actually. Slowly listing out all that has happened between the last post and now would take a lot of time, and I'd probably develop callouses on my fingers. So, what the hell. I has updated.

Update nia.

2009-08-29T19:33:00.002+08:00

Nothing is sound.

Yup, it's that month again. Now more than any other time would we be most likely to see a rogue spirit or two. But then again, they're probably zipping by us as we walk down the street, doing what ghosts usually do by staying invisible. Kinda like ninjas, only less hong gan. I'm not one to play down the seriousness of it though. Not after what has come to be known as the Oil Lamp Escapade of 2007.

Moving on to happier things, I've finally zhammed ball after God knows how long. Finishing is damn woeful though, and I tire even faster than my grandmother would. Still, it is good to finally be getting back to playing again. Hopefully it becomes regular.

Anyway, I was like out buying carrots earlier and while walking back home, I heard the distinct clacking of mahjong tiles. Cue cliche: It seems only just yesterday when us guys were in secondary school. 7 of us can squeeze into Hendrick's Dad's car as we fulfill our daily routine of going to his place, drinking coke and eating instant noodles. And oh, mahjong of course.

Growing up is such a damn chore. It's like suddenly you feel you need to be more sensible, more responsible. I think I've mellowed. Damn it. I'm just not as crazy as before, and it's because I can't afford to be. But, seeing how it's finally the holidays, I do want to just go back to the days of strolling around at 3am, looking for coke cans to set on fire.

But no, going crazy isn't as easy as it sounds. For one, I'm broke as hell. And that's quite hard to accomplish seeing as how people are burning hellnotes like crazy. Just going out costs money, so the only thing I can do and not spend money is rotting at home. With tv shows that I watch on a laptop. Bloody irony. Oh well, at least I have a big bottle of apple juice and I've just replenished my ziplock bag of hacks sweets. One would think life couldn't be better. Oh the ignorance.

"As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, each wife had seven bags, each bag had seven cats, each cat has seven kittens. How many were going to St. Ives?"

"That bloody polygamist!"

2009-08-07T22:19:00.003+08:00

Standing on the edge of something good.

I think it has been almost a month since I last blogged. Schoolwork has been hectic as hell with lots of sleepless nights. Started with being picked as one of the teams to pitch to SGH. When we got chosen, I was actually pretty frustrated because it meant extra work with no extra credit. However, it ended up being extremely fun, and I thought we did way better than the pitch to tutors. Plus, there is actually extra credit, so I guess it's win-win.

Then it was on to Masina. Final report plus presentation. Having like 10, 000 statistics made it damn gay. Okay, so it wasn't 10, 000. But still, there were lots of numbers and it is generally very tiring to be staring at numbers for whatever reason. The presentation itself was damn funny because of the number of times we used the word 'sex' in our presentation. The introduction itself had like 15 or so of the word and it was honestly quite difficult to keep from laughing.

Moving on, I still have a couple more articles to write for printjourn, but other than that, I'm more or less done. After which, there's two exams to look forward to? Okay, one of them is open book, so technically only one needs real hong gan studying. Then it'll be a short holiday before IBP starts and school will beckon once again.

I'm still here.

2009-07-05T21:12:00.002+08:00

Slashed throat Simon.

First week back in school and it has been not that bad. Couple of lessons were cancelled due to AYG while others were cancelled due to quarantined lecturers. But, there was still a deadline here and a presentation there, which could be seen as a weird version of Old McDonald but lets not go there. All in all, the week was quite a good one.

Weekend wasn't too bad either. Saturday started with bee hoon for breakfast, then it was a couple of episodes of Burn Notice. Then it was off to tuition before meeting my mum and sis for grocery shopping at NTUC. When we left, they both started guai lan-ing the cashier who served her because her face looked angry. That and the fact she was very careless with our items. Anyway, it was back home, stoning with cards and FM for awhile before heading to Hendrick's place.

I didn't go to his place last week because of I can't remember what already, so I thought I should go this week and leave my assignment for tomorrow. Ended up with just Choon, Jin and I going. Played a bit of PES 2009 on the Wii, which felt damn weird. Then basically stoned with instant noodles and weird forum topics. Just when I was about to die of boredom, my friend came along with this, this and this. Weird stuff all round but quite amusing nonetheless.

Then I cycled home and I didn't feel like sleeping so I went for a run. Like 4 plus in the morning till 5 plus in the morning. It was gay. Came back, showered, then slept. Woke up at like 11 and remembered Crisis Communication Assignment is due tomorrow. The name alone sounds daunting enough but it's pretty okay. After starting at like 1 in the afternoon. I've finally finished it. Can't wait for the holidays to come so I can go crazy. Damn.

"I, can place six degrees of dinosaur with you, right now."
"How bout you play six degrees, of kiss my ass."
"Now that just sounds like a totally disturbing game."

2009-06-25T22:26:00.002+08:00

No Homo.

Between planned goodness and unexpected goodness, unexpected goodness always wins. Yesterday's planned goodness was meeting Nat at Orchard for sandwiches. Damn good sandwiches I might add. Though Nat ended up leaving the coupons at the restaurant. Yesterday's unplanned goodness was whatever happened after Chiang. Anyway, after sandwiches, it was to Plaza Sing where I got my cards. Nat saw an amusing colour change. I saw an amusing, erm, an amusing, well I didn't see anything amusing.

Called Chiang because we were curious as to why he had to go to CCAB in the morning. Turns out it was for some AYG thing. Anyway, since I was at Dhoby, which is one stop away from City Hall, Chiang said I should go collect our long overdue incentive pay from the IT Show. So Nat and I went to Funan where I collected the cheques then we went to a MacDonalds that smelt like cheese and there was an irritating gift shop nearby. The reason it was irritating was because of the windchimes it had, and it decided to set up a fan to blow them. Yes, I said it.

Anyway, we were stoning there with ice cream so we decided to ask Chiang if he wanted to come and find us from school. He said yes, so we waited there from 4 to 6 before he finally came. He had fries while we messed about with cards and a bit of (bad) magic. Then we finally left at 7. We were deciding where to go for dinner when we thought we should just walk out and see where inspiration will take us. Turns out inspiration sounds like Chiang saying "Clarke Quay". So that was where we went.

Crazy Elephant, two pints each, several ciggarettes and a big cock later, we finally decided to get food to eat. Not at Crazy Elephant though. We went to some bah ku teh place which was damn sex. Nothing like pork and Chinese tea to wash down beer and fags. Yes, I know how that sounds. Anyway, yesterday was fun from sandwiches right up to the bus ride home where we talked extremely obscenely to see how much whoever was sitting with us could stand. That is just a damn ironinc statement.

You're not the only one having fun.

2009-06-21T23:24:00.002+08:00

Reset.

I've been avoiding sleep for some unknown reason lately. I spend all the extra hours I have doing a lot of nothing. I still have assignments and stuff to do. It's a weird feeling. I know I have things to do and I know I have the time to do them, yet I feel like doing everything else except the work. It's actually quite a nice feeling. I sit at my desk, which could honestly use some packing, and just while time away on random things. What could be better.

The organised mess on my desk is actually quite entertaining by itself. There's rubber bands, a clock that doesn't work, a small lock that I don't have the key to, cards (some of which are torn), metal plates and screws that used to be in my arm and of course the stray pieces of paper that used to mean something at one point or another. That's a weird bunch of stuff to have on a table, but I think that's just the way I work.

Productivity is just not my strong suit. I like taking several steps backwards just to watch things pan out. "You need to be a man of action!" Someone once said. I think Someone gets credited with way too many quotes. I am definitely not a man of action. Not even one of reaction I think. Doing stuff just seems so troublesome. I have an urge to run away somewhere and do nothing for awhile. But life doesn't work like that so I guess nothing will have to wait. Orange juice is like sex by the way. Oh and I would like to apologise for the paragraph that follows. To the undiscerning eye it will appear as nonsense, to the discerning eye, it will also appear as nonsense.

"I call bullshit." Yes, it is something that Someone said. But it's understandable. I mean extraordinary claims have to have extraordinary proof. "That's exactly what I was dreaming of, I swear." Then there's the weird look that everyone is giving you. You raise your hand and there it is in ink on your palm. "Pineapples." The guy goes "No fucking way". And the girl just has her mouth open. And you are thinking, should have made it mangoes.

Go on Dr. Fun. Tell me what's my happy memory.

2009-06-19T00:08:00.002+08:00

Reswindled.

This semester is passing by too damn quickly. My last post was just before the semester started, and now almost nine weeks have gone by. Deadlines have been gay this time round with hardly any rest between each of them. Now is supposedly a term break, but guess what? A deadline and a consult tomorrow. Then there are deadlines coming up just after the break as well. All this just means that this term break is the school's way of saying "Hey, no lessons, but you still need to do work".

Even then, I still feel like I've been very idle so far. This is probably because I have quite a bit to do, but have only been doing a bit. Yes, I've been leaving out the quite. Bloody hate the deadlines, but I've been at it for 2 years plus already so quitting now would be dumbassery in all its glory. I don't care if that's not a word, I'm using it anyway. In fact, all these deadlines have made it quite impossible for me to continue tutoring the twins. So I'm now just left with one student, though that has been increased to twice a week so I can actually make enough money.

Okay, let's see, what else is happening. Oh yes, Ronaldo's running away. It was going to happen sooner or later, I just hoped that it would have been later. Much later. Anyway, I'm hoping that the right signings can be made to fill the gap. Plus maybe some of the youngsters especially Tosic can be given more of a chance the coming season. Also, it would be great to see Hargreaves playing again though that wouldn't happen till January providing everything goes well.

Moving on to something unrelated to football. I've been trying to cut down on the amount of Coke I'm drinking. Instead I'm now drinking a crapload of orange juice. That can either be a lot or very little depending on your definition of crapload. Other than all this, life has been pretty much the same. A mixture of good stuff and bad stuff. I spend most of my days either by my lonesome or out with friends. And finally, really, really, screw all the bloody deadlines.

Little stapler keychain.

2009-04-17T22:09:00.002+08:00

Extraordinary proof.

Wednesday had gone by again. And I got my haircut. So my prediction was sort of true. Stayed over at Hendrick's place till the wee hours of Thursday to watch ManUtd beat Porto 1-0. Ronaldo's goal was gay. Not just because it was from like 40 yards out(screw the metric system), but because the newspapers called it Ronny's Rocket. I'll let your imaginations run wild on that one.

After Hendrick's place it was breakfast at McDonalds. Well, only Bgoh had breakfast. The rest of us just watched him eat. Thursday was then spent doing alot of nothing. And then some. Today was more as less as eventful as Thursday. Looking forward to zhamming ball tomorrow. Then probably Hendrick's place one last time before school starts. Not that we ever stop going because of school but you get the picture.

Mentally visual.

2009-04-09T23:12:00.002+08:00

Sirrusly.

Wednesday came and went without me getting a haircut, so I'm guessing it has to be next Wednesday. In fact, Wednesday was spent being pretty much idle at home. I tried to get myself to do stuff, but I guess I'm just not that constructive of a person. Anyway, Wednesday ended with me finally checking my phone at 11-ish at night to see that Bgoh wanted to zham ball.

On to today. Zham ball in the morning. Only Chiang, Bgoh, Choon and I went. The rest couldn't wake up. So it turned out to be quite gay. We tried some weird set-ups for starting matches. Breakfast at 888 Plaza. Then it was freshening up at home to go to Hendrick's place. Was at Hendrick's place from around 1-ish to 5-ish. Just like the old days. Well not that old actually. Just secondary school.

Anyway, it was dinner at CWP after that. We stoned after our dinner, and when we finally left CWP, we got beer and chilled at an exercise corner while talking about random life stuff. After talking till around 8-ish, it started to drizzle so we moved to a weird S-shaped bench at a void deck. The random talking about life continued and it was seriously quite awesome. Definitely something that doesn't happen all that often but it felt kinda good.

Sirrus.

2009-04-07T00:03:00.003+08:00

The nights are long and the days are freaky.

The frequency of staying over at Hendrick's place has increased recently, and it wasn't that noticeable till my Mum now thinks it's weird when I say I'm not going over to Hendrick's place. Anyway, steamboat and grill at Hendrick's place on Saturday was not bad. Ended up being damn full but it was all good.

Sunday was even ~~awesome-er?~~ more awesome. ManUtd finally won after the past couple of crappy performances. The win was good, but the way it happened just took the cake. In fact, life in general has been very enjoyable of late which is always good. The tutoring gig got better as I took on one more boy in the same house. No, there wasn't a secret triplet. They wanted me to tutor the elder son as well. So that's three students all in the same house. And for just 24 hours of lesson time a month, the money is pretty good.

After buying breakfast today I've realised that I've gone past the point of occasional customer to pretty regular customer at the nasi lemak stall. The nasi lemak lady thinks I should get a haircut and I'm inclined to agree with her. Just too damn lazy for some reason. Too many comforts at home. Definitely need to be going on a joyride soon.

If I was trying to be psychic and wanted to predict the future, I would say tomorrow will start with nasi lemak for breakfast, maybe a bit of FM. Then tutoring in the afternoon. Before it's back home again to the comfortness. I should also probably predict a haircut on Wednesday. I would say that is pretty detailed for a prediction.

I know you know that I'm not telling the truth.

2009-03-19T23:12:00.003+08:00

Fish and Chicks.

Badminton at Gombak stadium with Bgoh, Chiang and Bgoh's friend today. It's been quite a while since I played badminton but it was fun nonetheless. After badminton, it was back home to get changed before meeting my friend at a place I've not been to since Sec 3 I think.

Sembawang Shopping Centre. I still remember there used to be this food place right next to the shopping centre selling damn awesome satays. Now all that stands in it's place is some weird fast food joint called Fish and Chicks. Which is still amusing to a certain extent. The shopping centre itself has become damn new and almost everything about has changed. I used to shop at the Giant there and although the Giant is still in the shopping centre it just doesn't feel the same.

Anyway, the original idea was to have lunch at the food place, but seeing how it's gone, we ate at Fish and Chicks instead. The food was not that bad. Then we decided to explore the shopping centre's new layout. Was on the escalator down to the basement and I saw this shop called "Lover's Corner" selling dog toys, which was weird. But when I reached the basement, I realised there was a pillar blocking part of the name. It was actually "Pet Lover's Corner".

So much for my rediscovery of Sembawang Shopping Centre. Okay, lately random strangers have approached me for random reasons. The first one was several weeks ago when the guys and I were zhamming ball at the court. This Malay guy came up to me and said he watched me play before. I was thinking he probably watched one of my matches while I was still with my club. He then asked if I wanted to join an amateur team he is forming. Matches on Saturday, training on Sunday morning. Decided not to because that would make staying over at Hendrick's place very hard.

The second one happened today. When I was walking to Causeway Point from my place. This guy ~~sneaked up from behind me~~ came up to me and started asking random questions. First he asked if I was local. I thought maybe he wanted directions. Then he asked if I was in a JC. I told him I was from a Poly. Then he asked how old I am. I told him I was turning 19 this year. By now I thought he was going to predict my future or something.

Then he took a step back to size me up and said "Your height is like 180 ah?" I told him it's more like 176. Then he asked if I was mixed blood. I said yes. Then he guessed the mix, and guessed right. I was thinking maybe he does have some psychic powers. Then he asked if I was interested in joining a competition. By now I was pretty confused. So I asked what competition. The he finally asked, "Are you interested in joining Mr Singapore 2009." By then I was thinking this must be some weird scam to get me into some porn movie. So I said no and walked off. Damn freaking weird.

This is the kind of trick you do when you're hiding under a table and nobody's watching.

2009-03-17T11:16:00.002+08:00

DQ

The past week or so has been pretty good. Tutoring is going quite well and then there was working at the IT fair as well. Both Chiang and I gave up sleep before the first and last day of the IT fair and it made working gay, but what the hell, the money was not bad.

Moving on, I desperately need a haircut. Hair is getting long and is starting to make me feel unnecessarily hot. But I think I would only get one sometime next week. It has also been quite a while since the palm stab and the wound has pretty much healed up. The scar isn't as awesome as I hoped it would be though. I would have expected the scar to be more badass considering the level of stupidity it took to actually get it. Razor blades are still pure win in my book though.

The exact opposite could be said of this Saturday's match between Manchester United and Liverpool. I didn't even watch the match because I was still at the IT fair ~~not~~ working my ass off. The loss is probably the only bad thing since my last post so life is currently unbalanced and tipping towards good. Does this mean I can look forward to some bad stuff soon to put life back into equilibrium.

Whack the referee and see ah.

2009-03-05T18:45:00.004+08:00

Your soul lights the day.

Certain things can happen in life, and you know they can happen because you've read about them before. But it's always happening to someone else and you live in comfort thinking 'ah, it'll never happen to me'. But sometimes the shit just hits the fan and you're wondering if you can stay clean after it's all over. Hopefully things will pan out nicely, but life has a weird way of letting things pan out not so nicely. We'll just see.

Over the head.

2009-03-02T09:00:00.002+08:00

Sentimental stars.

I've been idle for quite a while now, and I keep telling myself I should blog more but never get round to it. There are times when I've clicked on the 'New Post' button, stare at the screen then close the window. Anyway, I've decided not to close the window this time.

Well, since the exams have been over, my time has been spent on FM and magic. Sometimes both at the same time. I won't be that idle soon though. I will be tutoring two Primary 5 boys at the same time in the same house (they are twins). The money is good because it's essentially twice the normal price and I don't have to go to different houses and eat up more of my time.

The guys and I have also been going to Hendrick's place quite often recently. I was actually supposed to go last night for the league cup final but didn't in the end because of a very weird thing. I stabbed my palm while trying to be smart with a couple of razor blades. It was quite disgusting because I could see some of the "inner works" of my palm.

I had wanted to use this holiday to work on the magic but now it seems I have to just focus on one-handed stuff. Lucky it's just my palm and I can still zham ball. Now I don't know when I can start jamming again either. Even typing this post is semi-uncomfortable. I have done some dumb things in life and this has to be one of the best.

So yes, it has been a mix of bad and good luck recently, which isn't that surprising because that's how life is in general. It can't be all good, that would be paradise. I should probably stop the post here before anymore typing threatens to get the wound bleeding again.

BeLieVe

2009-02-14T12:00:00.002+08:00

The job of the artist is to convince the world of his lie.

Finally a post. Project deadlines and general laziness has caused this big lapse between this post and the previous one. Even though on the blog it will only be separated by a couple hundred pixels. Anyway, life has been busy, but it's finally over. Yesterday was the last deadline and all that's left is the exams. Plus I need to start thinking what electives to take for next semester. I've got my mind set on Advanced PR only. I still need two more.

Falling sick at the start of the deadline week was damn bad timing. It made trying to stay up and chiong work really difficult. Plus having your brain fried at 38.4 degrees probably contributes to lousy ideas and sentence structuring. But everything was done pretty okay so I guess it didn't really matter.

I seriously need to zham ball. But it just didn't happen today because we were short of one person. I'm actually running out of stuff to type about. Other than the fact that I have not seen a lot of the CHR people for quite a while except for Bgoh. All the rest gunning for 4.0 GPA or something. Ah, whatever.

That for one moment, the impossible just happened.

2009-01-11T23:38:00.002+08:00

I've seen this trick before.

It was a crazy Thursday night/Friday morning, but I managed to finish my assignments in time for deadline on Friday afternoon. I know YC was up all the way for the report too so it was damn gay. Anyway, a big thank you to Kim for the interviewees' answers else my article would have been completely empty. IS on Friday was quite gay because we had to tell other groups they would have no funding for their stuff. Track after all that was gay too because of having not enough sleep. All in all, the end of the week was crazy/gay.

CAN Run on Saturday. 2010m in 17 minutes? It was honestly quite funny. Went home to sleep before heading to Hendrick's place. Only Choon went so we left early. I still have to write a radio script and to practice the script on the dalet thing before the test on Thursday. Not too bad. I keep complaining about how time is passing by too quickly, but now I can't wait for the semester to be over so I can go crazy.

Is THIS your card?

2009-01-01T22:42:00.002+08:00

My toes are freezing.

The holidays are almost over and I still have a lot of work not done. But I think I can get them done in time so what the heck. Christmas came and went. Spent part of Christmas at home, part of it at Steve's place and the rest of it at Hendrick's place. Then there was a couple of days where I can't remember doing anything. Probably because of lack of sleep or something.

Then it was New Year's Eve. Wanted to gym with Chiang, but found out the gym was closed when we reached school. Ran a bit then used the free weights gym which was open. Then we went for a swim as well. Walked around school to find food but all the canteens were closed. So we went to Chiang's mum's restaurant to eat. Not bad food. Freaking big portion. Plus I left with a weird feeling because of not having to pay.

Then Chiang and I were tricked by Bgoh to go all the way to Orchard to get alcohol. In the end we took an MRT down to Little India to get the alcohol before heading to Hendrick's place. Most of the usual guys were there. And once again, we had our semi-ritual of proclaiming that we have stayed at his place from 2008 to 2009.

I've decided not to come up with twelve things for this year simply because I never got round to most of them. Instead I've just got a couple. One, I will start carrying my bag on my left from now on. And two, I will try to spend more time at home. Yup, that's about all.

Frostbite.

2008-12-14T23:29:00.002+08:00

It seems that maybe pretty much always means no.

Okay, holidays are here. Sort of. Maybe. Okay, not really. It's like a fake holiday because deadlines are set soon after the holidays so the holidays are like the time we are given to complete the assignments. There's also the track camp, which is tomorrow to Wednesday. But now newer things have cropped up and I will only be like at the camp for one day or something like that. I just have to see how it pans out.

Like I said before, there are several things to do during the holidays. Practise radio, write articles, meet up with friends, stone. Okay, maybe scratch the last one. I've also started learning a couple of magic tricks. Like making letters disappear from wor . Actually maybe more like card tricks that will leave you stunned. Yes, you. Wait, maybe I'm not that good yet.

I've finally finished one season on FM 2009. My pace is way slower than in previous versions of FM, mainly because of the amount of work plus tuition I've had to handle. Thankfully the tuition thing is coming to an end soon. Not that it was a bad experience, in fact, the family's quite nice to me. Soon I will have lots of free time. Despite all the time that I'm going to free up soon, I have no plans to go overseas during the break. I think my family has plans, but it has been awhile since I've gone overseas with them. Ah, whatever.

So don't tell me you might just let it go.

2008-12-05T21:51:00.005+08:00

Your shadow walks faster than you.

There was no shooting star but I finished my work anyway. Chiang helped me to discover school as a good place to do work. Who would have guessed that doing schoolwork in school would be best. Okay, so two deadlines are cleared and I should be relieved. Maybe even celebrating. But it's kinda hard to be relieved without having first been a bit stressed or worried. I guess the only thing I'm really worried about is how quickly time is passing. Yeah, I know I tend to harp on that a lot, but seriously. Just a while ago it was like "Ah, still got so much time till deadline." Then it became "One week to two deadlines and I haven't even started!" Then "OMG, the deadlines are tomorrow!" Then "What, it's over?"

I blame it on how full my days have been. I feel I have absolutely no time for myself, to do the things I want. Like being in the middle of something crazy in the middle of the night in the middle of some random road. Days can be like - wake up earlier than timetable suggests to do work. Go to school for lessons. Stay in school after lessons to do work. Go teach tuition. I get home and I realise it's 11-ish. And all I can think about is should I sleep then wake up early to do work, or do work then go to sleep late. Worst part of it all is that I feel zero motivation to do my work. It'd be better if I could just be more stressed or nervous or worried.

I did something for fun. I searched through my posts and found that out of 502 posts, excluding this, I've mentioned the word worry or it's permutations in only 32 posts. And out of those 32 posts, only 4 of it mentions me being worried. This is worrisome. I need to be more worried than I am now. I need more than 24 hours a day. I was actually thinking about how this weekend could be fun, then I realised it's going to be wasted away by Standard Chartered Marathon helpout. Then it's another two deadlines next week. At least there will be football tomorrow to look forward to. Ganneh's last weekend before NS. Damn freaking time.

I get the feeling I'm losing grip of things I find more important than homework and grades. Mainly because of all the time I'm spending on the things I find less important. Damn the irony. I feel like I need a string of happy things to happen. And as the theme of this post would suggest, where would there even be time for a string of happy things to happen.

I've been losing lots of keys lately, I don't know what that means, but maybe I've been better off with things that can't be locked at all.

2008-11-30T07:18:00.002+08:00

Our hearts are strong but our heads are weak.

I'm kind of like on a head versus heart thing now. Attended Bgoh's church yesterday and watched this DVD about how small we are. Which is quite true. We sometimes delude ourselves into thinking we're bigger than we actually are, or as John Mayer would have it, bigger than our bodies. Just kidding, but seriously, we are a race of selfish people always looking out for ourselves ahead of others. Nature? Survival of the fittest? We would think as sentient beings we would be above that. But no, it's in our nature to be selfish. In fact, it's what got us to the top of the food chain if you believe what's written here.

Okay, so I wrote that. But anyway, back to the DVD. It tells how we are but a small speck in a extremely huge universe. Would people care though? Probably not. Because some star exploding a few million light years away isn't going to pay the bills, or do the homework. People would only care about the here and now, with a few who maybe buy those yearly planner things so they care about the future a bit too. We may be just a breath in a chain of thought, but that breath means a lot to whoever is around to be in it. It all comes down to, if we are that small, why would we care about things that are big and out of that proverbial breath.

Speaking about out of breath, Saturday started with zhamming ball with the guys again. Ganneh still has one more weekend with us after this. Then it was Bgoh's church before heading over to Hendrick's place. I just realised that November is about to be over and I still have not worked on my website. Not to metion the Vantage Point essay. Would it be hypocritical of me now to wish on a shooting star for my homework to be magically completed? Ah, what the heck.

We're clever but we're clueless.

2008-11-29T01:04:00.002+08:00

Hope.

"You always never think before doing something." That, or some permutation of that has been said to me quite a lot of times. But sometimes maybe thinking is overrated. Think too many things through and your life would start to resemble a bus driver's morning. Same route every morning picking up the same people. Is that what I want?

I'd prefer a bus driver's afternoon, because different people come on during the afternoon. Every afternoon is special because of the drunk who comes on and spews vulgarities or the couple who makes out at the back seat. Sea of normal-ness like a bus driver's morning, or random drops of weirdness like a bus driver's afternoon. No question as to which my choice would be.

That's why you don't always have to hold your head higher than your heart. It's good to let the heart rule sometimes. Feel rather than think. It might lead to stupid decisions. But let's face it, couple of weeks later and you'll be laughing at that stupid decision. One of the best things to come out of feeling rather than thinking for me would be friends. Do I think about how they would help me as friends before I make friends with them? Whoever does that is shallow. Do I feel good with them? Do I feel happy with them? Way more important questions if you ask me.

What did my feeling lead to me doing today? Well, I felt I needed a haircut and I've got one. Then it was IS then movie with Chiang and Choon. Then it was dinner at, get ready for it, Subway. Yes, yet another thing my feeling led me to doing. Anything feels good when it's with friends and I am extremely grateful for having such awesome friends. Crazy decision making led to us taking a bus, getting off after two stops, boarding another bus, getting off after another two stops, then boarding another bus home. Fresh air was good.

That you're not alone.

2008-11-23T18:46:00.002+08:00

Wouldn't give me none.

Saw a lot of Ganneh this Saturday as planned. Zhammed ball in the morning which was good. Way better than last week at least. Then it was a movie with Choon, Ganneh and Jin (another who I've not seen for too long). We watched Body of Lies, which was pretty okay but maybe a bit draggy. Hendrick's place after that, watched the 0-0 draws of Chelsea, Liverpool and Man Utd. Left earlier than usual because I was damn tired.

I still have quite a bit of work to get round to, I think. But I'm still feeling damn lazy. There's also a few random things I want to get done. One would be to get a haircut soon. Another would be to start preparing the material for the boy I'm tutoring soon. I think my plate is getting fuller than my spoon can handle. No, not a euphemism. On a very random side note, this is my 500th post. What does it all mean? I've hit the "publish" button 500 times.

But all I want is some.

2008-11-20T23:16:00.002+08:00

We're just human.

Skipped a few lessons this week, all for God knows what reasons. Feeling a bit worn out and have been drinking more Red Bull than usual. I'm thinking I should be starting to get the "I want to accomplish things" feeling around about now. But I'm not. Should I be worried? Maybe. But then again I always find it too hard to be worried about anything.

Went all the way down to Kallang today to get new street soccer shoes. Need to maximise what little time Ganneh has with us before he embarks on manhood. Zham ball plus an outing this weekend. Seems like just yesterday when we were in the same kindergarten class colouring our books and whatnot.

PSLE results out today. Top scorer hit an aggregate score of 287. Her dad was on TV saying the amamzing thing was he didn't have to get her a tuition teacher. Then I saw his name had "Dr" attached to it. Pretty much explains it all. Now comes the time when parents start choosing the secondary schools for their kids. Back in the days, we had to choose our schools before getting our results. It seems the MOE just wants to suck the fun out of everything.

Long bus rides today have given me time to think. Well, some people do their thinking in the toilet, I do mine on bus rides. Purpose. We all supposedly have one. I was kind of thinking of what mine's supposed to be. Do I have some weird prophecy to fufill? Am I supposed to be some kind of link to bring India and China together? Then I recalled this. Seems like I'm still missing all three of it. My tracks are not bending properly. Or maybe I'm not even on my train anymore.

Amusing but confusing.

2008-11-17T21:42:00.002+08:00

You make it real.

Jack Nicholson once said, "You can't handle the truth!" I've always thought it was a weird thing to say because everyone always seem to value knowing the truth about something above everything else. But finally I can see why. Sometimes you get that feeling that something could be happening that you don't like, but you're too scared to go find out if it's really happening. I guess that's what Jack was trying to get across to Tom Cruise, but hey, what the heck. At the end of the day, being afraid of the truth would seem more logical compared to being afraid of imaginary stuff.

But knowing what is truth and what isn't, is not as easy as it seems. Is fact equal to truth? Maybe. For me though, truth is whatever you can convince yourself is true. What is true to one person may not be true to another person. What exactly is the truth to me now? Well, the truth is I'm blogging less. That may not be true to someone who blogs like once every two months, but for me, having not blogged for more than a week is considered long. So there you have it. The truth is whatever you want it to be, but then it will only be true to you. And that, is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

For a few good men.

2008-11-09T22:31:00.002+08:00

Who we are.

The last week or so has been curiously strange to me. I keep forgetting the people I've been talking to. Like I remember the conversations and the topics and stuff, but I can't be sure who I've had those conversations with. I think I'm losing touch with my monkeysphere. No, that was not a euphemism. I think even hermit crabs keep their social circles in check better than how I am doing now.

I'm not too concerned by this because it only happens to certain conversations so far. I've been able to remember most of the people and what conversations I've had with them. It's just that I think back on certain recent conversations and can't remember who they were with. Life has been periodically weird to me since I don't know when so what the heck.

What's the difference.

2008-10-21T23:49:00.002+08:00

Time is flying by damn quickly.

Yes, it's over. I'm now 18 years and a day old, give or take a couple of minutes. This means I can now drink and purchase alcohol legally, and I can sign up for driving lessons. Okay, so putting those two together isn't that smart, but what the heck. Being 18 also means you no longer have to censor yourself in front of me. Yes, you can now swear in front of me, and if you so please, you can flash in front of me too.

Leaving that fresh in your mind, my family celebrated my birthday on Monday. Generally because I have no school. My mum, ever the cynic, asked why were the rest of us so happy and celebrating the day she felt so much pain. All in all though, birthday eve with the family was good. Cake coming on Thursday because my Dad ordered it late, or wrote the wrong date. I can't remember which.

On to today. The T103/8 people semi-surprised me with chocolate cake. Irony aside, it was damn awesome for them to do it. Yes, I am touched. But somehow I got taken back to being a year old as there was only one candle. I remember it like it was yesterday when I celebrated my first birthday. Okay, maybe I don't really remember my first birthday. Anyway, I think I got like 5 or 6 wishes because Geneng kept re-lighting the candle for me to blow out so they could get the picture right.

Oh, and thanks to Cheryl and Josceline for the awesome present. Plus thanks to everyone who wished me physically, digitally, telecommunications-ly or through psychic brain waves. Should be going to check out the pricing for a tattoo this weekend, and maybe get it the next or something.

Damn Einstein.

2008-10-13T00:11:00.002+08:00

Let it roll right off your shoulder.

It has been a pretty hectic last week of the holidays. I was actually not free for something. Well, more than one something actually. That's quite rare considering I'm usually free for everything. So there was no jamming and I could not make Isaac's birthday thing. Happy birthday though bangz. Other stuff that happened included track training, helping out at the Nautical Run, football, staying over at Hendrick's and helping out at the Great Eastern Women 10k Run.

But the unexpected thing that made me miss both jamming and Isaac's birthday was that I had to tutor my nephew. His exams are two weeks away or so. My cousin told me he has been failing so she wanted me to tutor him through to the exams. Yeah, like I'm some sort of miracle worker. I had a whole holiday free and she only came to me when I had a week left. So I'll actually be tutoring him one week into the new semester of school. All this means having to rush off certain days of the week after school.

One other thing of note would be the new fun thing to do at Hendrick's place. Starcraft. The game might be damn old, but it's just damn freaking fun when all of us can just chiong it together. Okay, people have been complaining about school starting on Monday, but the timetable is such that school only starts on Tuesday. There's track training though, so what the heck.

Black coffee in bed.

2008-10-01T14:49:00.002+08:00

I'm losing myself just to find a place in your mind.

Children's Day and Hari Raya. I bet students all over Singapore are feeling slightly cheated out of an extra holiday, but hey, life's unfair. Okay usually staying over at Hendrick's on a weekday would mean leaving his place and witnessing students having to make it to school. We would usually make fun of them having to go to school. Yes, we are that mean. But, since today's a holiday, that particular source of entertainment was gone. Chiang and I then made our way to Admiralty for breakfast.

We took a bus to the street soccer court to wait for the others to arrive. Being about half an hour early, I started warming up with the ball. No, that was not a euphemism. Chiang slept at the court like some hobo. Okay, so the rest came, and we played I think for about 3 hours plus. Probably made up for the fact that Chiang and I skipped track. In fact, I think I probably worked harder playing football today than during most track trainings, but what the heck.

Despite only sleeping for an hour or so and playing football, I don't really feel all that tired. Just a bit of muscle ache. This could probably be put into the list of Things That Cannot Be Explained. I still have a couple of days before the results of the X-Ray on my knee comes out but it's probably nothing. Then again, 'probably nothings' have led to several things for me before.

Okay, this is the part where I don't really know what else to type. Ah damn, I hate this feeling. Let's see. Okay, I'm actually semi-desperate to get a haircut. Having Indian blood automatically grants me twice as much sweat glands as the average person, and my hair has grown to the point where I have to constantly push the fringe back. Which honestly is a tad feminine. Who would have thought that a sweaty fringe slapping the eye constantly could turn someone girly.

Heteroflexibility aside, my days have been extremely slow moving of late. Still have a couple of songs to learn for jamming but I've been mostly watching movies instead. I've been extremely idle for most parts of this holiday. I didn't get round to writing the script for the competition and a certain director's probably quite peeved at that. There are also several other things I didn't or haven't got round to doing. But as I always like to believe, things will eventually fall into place if you just relax.

Changing myself just to stand alone in your eyes.

2008-09-23T08:21:00.002+08:00

Slow down, lie down.

There has been a lot of companies being mentioned in the news for the past week, and not for any good news. A year ago today, any one of those companies would be richer than even twenty of us put together. Right now, even I'm richer than some of them put together. How is it that big companies raking in millions to billions a year can collapse into nothingness, or just get absorbed up into some other company? Well, financial analysts will have several reasons(I would know, my mum's a financial analyst). But boring and superficial reasons aside, the reason why such things can happen is because the only thing constant about our world is that it changes.

Yes, everything that was built, from that Lego house you made as a kid to the Great Wall of China will never last forever. Things made by humans will tend to reflect our characteristics, and since we are not immortal, it is only right that things we create don't last. On Sunday, I attended Nat's church, and the message from the service also happened to be about money and material possessions and how they don't last.

Okay, so things start to get a bit depressing. You might be thinking 'Oh damn, nothing lasts anymore. I'll give away everything I have and just die off.' But it's not all doom and gloom. Not everything is temporary. There are some things which can be eternal. Okay, now you're thinking 'Quick, tell me what is eternal!' Well, I can't. Different things are eternal to different people. But one way to know if something is eternal is if you can take it to your grave. Not in the physical sense like burying something with you, but rather something that still stays yours even if you were gone.

Moving on. A while ago, I wrote this. While I hate to admit it, I was wrong. I tried to be understanding and give them a chance, but the recent milk fiasco just goes to show that they are heartless people. Okay, so maybe not all of them. But seriously. Milk is something that babies live on. How can anyone in their right mind make milk something that people can die from. From cardboard baos to this, it's not the first time they have done such a thing, and who knows if it'll be the last. From now on, anything offered to me by a PRC will be treated as toxic until proven otherwise.

Don't sell out, bow out.

2008-09-12T00:04:00.003+08:00

Aaaaaaargggggh!

Probably some random guy's last word as he jumped from the World Trade Centre several years ago to escape the plane-turned-missile, only to realise the World Trade Centre is a really tall building. Okay, maybe I'm a day late with this post, but what the heck. Most of us know at least a bit of what has happened several years and a day ago. Most of us also know that there have been a lot of conspiracy theories being thrown around about it. So here I am jumping on the bandwagon and coming up with a conspiracy theory of my own.

The Terrorist League theory. Yes, that's what I've decided to call my theory because I couldn't get any more creative. If you have watched cartoons, you would probably be familiar with the Justice League. (If you're unsure about what the Justice League is all about, click here and read the footnote) Anyway, my theory suggests that there is a similar league involving terrorists. The different terrorist groups compete for points by committing various acts of terrorism. The winner of the league gets the title as The Most Badass Terrorist Group, but since nobody can decide when the league should end, no winner has been announced.

Alright, so the whole turning planes into missiles to smash building thing was actually just a way to chalk up points for a league. Well, according to my theory anyway. This however cannot be compared to when the Tamil Tigers sent two of their followers, one with his eyes gouged out and the other with his ears cut off, to run about extremely quickly in random parts of China. Most of the other terrorist groups thought it was a joke, until they realised that it was actually a plan to confuse the Chinese people. From the song "Liang Zhi Lao Hu", it can be seen that even till today, the Chinese people continue to be confounded.

Crazy, normal, sane, weird.

2008-08-29T20:44:00.002+08:00

Climbing to the moon.

This is not going so well.

Actual work.

2008-08-28T22:42:00.002+08:00

My Beloved Monster.

I was telling myself I should be blogging more. I'm sort of, well actually really really lacking in the creativity department right now. But sometimes blogging helps me to get some of that creativity flowing again. Then again, I find it damn hard to blog while lacking creativity. Damn paradox. Anyway, I thought hey what the hell. Start with a couple of shitty posts to maybe get some creativity back before aiming for higher quality posts. There's also a question of a script to write. Should it be about dengue fever or exam stress or maybe even both? Life always seem to pose such difficult choices.

I was actually thinking about just whacking some recent stuff up here and be done with it, but hey, I'd better start working if I want my creativity back right. Rather than just look back to the recent past, I thought it would be better to look further to, well, the less recent past. Okay, so it doesn't sound like the most novel of ideas. But it's in situations like these that one stops to think and ask, what would Jesus do? I'm sure the son of God would probably conjure up a miracle involving magical wells which can grant creativity. Since I'm not as competent as he is, this is the best I can muster. So much for the weird build up to the post.

Okay, people have walked up to me in the street and said, "Hey, say something funny." Okay, maybe it didn't really happen like that and I was imagining things. But somehow everywhere I go there will be people expecting me to say something funny. Like I'm some joke spewing jukebox. It could be better if I was really paid for it, but I actually find it quite fun. The truth is everybody can, and most probably have been funny before. A recent study done by some smart people at a random university showed that the average human being will make someone else laugh at least four times a day, intentionally or otherwise.

I know what you're thinking now. The earlier paragraph was nonsense. I know what else you're thinking. I wasn't really looking into the past. Okay, so here it goes. People walk up to me in the street and ask me, "Hey, when did you first find out you could make people laugh?" Oh, this is an interesting one. I remember it like it was just yesterday. It all really started when I just learnt how to speak. My mum, my dad and a couple of relatives were over and I kept pointing at my dad while shouting "mummy, mummy!" I wasn't quite sure if it was that or the fact that I was naked that got them all laughing, but ever since then I knew that I liked making people laugh.

Great expectations. No, not the novel. But apparently what my face muscles have for jokes. Unless the joke was really funny, and I mean really funny, I won't like laugh out loud at it. I would probably chuckle. Or give a short laugh. Sometimes even just a smile. Yes, I don't laugh easily. People walk up to me in the street, smash pies in their faces and go "What! That didn't work?" It's just one of those things. Small ironies that are just part of life. I like making people laugh, but don't laugh easily. I am of course comforted by the fact that the world is full of other such ironies like white rappers and the platypus.

Finally, people walk up to me in the street and tell me that this post is kind of messy. Yes, I would have to admit that, but I'm a bit rusty and I am trying. I promise it will get better. And no, this is not the same type of promises you get when someone tells you they have $20 million in a Saudi Arabian bank account but will give you 25% of it if you give them your credit card numbers.

Wears a raincoat with four sleeves.

2008-08-14T15:51:00.002+08:00

Like I did before.

Okay, it's been about a week since my most recent, albeit slightly vague, update. Quite a bit has happened since, and no, I'm not going to just leave it here. I covered a couple of events for the newspaper project, stayed over at Hendrick's place playing poker and drinking, visited my Aunt while she was in a coma and hooked up to life support, submitted the newspaper project, learnt that my Aunt passed away, zhammed ball with the guys and went to watch Money No Enough 2 with Cheryl and Josceline. Yes, all that in just a week.

The events I covered were pretty okay. The national day celebration at RJC on Thursday, the record breaking human chain thing on Friday and some drama competition winners' showcase on Saturday. Spent Sunday night and a bit of Monday morning at Hendrick's, drinking and playing poker. I went home to get some sleep, before heading to school for some consult thing. But, when I got home, my Mum told me my Aunt had been in coma since Saturday, and the doctor said that if she didn't come round after one more day then they would take her off the life support.

So I went to the hospital with my Mum, watched my Aunt just lying on the bed with the tube in her mouth for about five minutes before leaving for school. Reached school, but decided to go home without even going for the consult to sleep. Visited my Aunt again at the hospital in the evening. Met the newspaper group the next day as it was the deadline day. Semi-helped the finishing part of the newspaper and went to school to submit it. Stoned in school with Isaac, Geneng, Tim and Nat before going home. Found out that my Aunt passed away around two in the afternoon, while I was probably eating Macdonalds.

Went to zham ball with the guys yesterday morning. Had to move from our usual court to another one because of some weird obstructions. Didn't eat with them after playing because I had to go meet Cheryl and Josceline at The Cathay to watch Money No Enough 2. The scene with the old lady hooked up to life support was very deja vu-ish. It was not that bad of a movie. Not damn funny, but okay funny with some good emotional parts. Ice cream plus a long bus ride back home. Can't really remember what I did with the rest of my day.

Now I'm at home typing this, probably going to the wake soon. I still have two papers to study for, a script to write and I need to get fit again seeing how I have not been to training for damn long. Anyway, what I've learnt from this week is to live for the moment. People die every day, every hour, every minute, every second, every - you get the point. So if there's something you're dying to do, pardon the pun, go out there and do it now. Not tomorrow, not next time, now.

If you suck your thumb long enough, it'll disappear.

2008-08-06T21:07:00.001+08:00

Update

Several things happened.

Ah, whatever.

2008-07-28T01:22:00.003+08:00

Mary had a little lamb. For breakfast.

Okay, I thought a post was in order seeing how it has been quite a while since the last one. There were probably several post-worthy stuff that happened between the last post and this one, but trying to recall even half of them would cause me to have a mental breakdown. I would probably come to school one day, mentally broken down and whatnot, and start hacking people up on the pretext of some warped cult sacrificial ritual. With deadlines round the corner, doing all that probably isn't the best idea. Anyway, if you click on enough links and blog-hop (Jarrel-style), you could probably piece together what the post-worthy stuffs were.

Not blogging about recent happenings kind of makes me have to think about what to write, and I've decided to use this opportunity to answer a few questions. Now, I have certain eating restrictions that I've sort of set for myself. Like I don't eat Subway. I don't eat Japanese food. I don't eat KFC. This sort of things. Many people have done a peixuan and asked why. So here I am answering why. Sort of.

First of, why I don't eat Subway. It all started when I tried to rob a bank armed with nothing more than a plunger, a toothpick and my intellect. Now while I can see how my intellect is questionable having only brought a plunger and a toothpick for a heist, that is besides the point. What I can say, is that everything went downhill from then. Ever since that incident, I don't eat Subway. Okay, you're all "What the hell was all that nonsense supposed to explain?" Well, you asked why, and I answered. if you don't get it, then your intellect probably doesn't match up to mine.

Next, why I don't eat Japanese food. Okay, back in the days when tucking in your shirt and wearing your pants high was fashionable, I actually liked Japanese food. I ate sushi like it was rice. Oh wait. Anyway, that was until I learnt about our country's history. While I can still use Japanese appliances, ride in Japanese cars and cheer for Japanese eating champions, I find myself unable to eat the food anymore. Just the idea of Japanese food creates visions of wars and massacres so violent they would probably be Hitler's wet dreams. Would you eat Hitler's wet dreams?

Finally, why I don't eat KFC. This started when I found myself on the set of Back To The Future 6. I decided it would be fun to take a ride in the time machine and maybe find out if the chicken or the egg came first. What I witnessed would forever change the way I look at KFC. I would go into detail, but then it would change the way you look at KFC. To save you from that experience, and to ensure I don't mess with the space-time continuum, I will just say that it involved fishes and dodo birds. If you thought 2girls1cup was sick, you obviously haven't travelled back in time before. I think I deserve extra points for mentioning peixuan, Hitler and 2girls1cup in the same post.

And a lot of lambs for dinner.

2008-07-10T20:14:00.002+08:00

Organised mess V15.0

A lot has happened since I last blogged, but what the hell, I can't really remember it all. Things that have happened lately include my uncle dying, and some school stuff. But this post isn't about either of those things. It's about some gangster lady.

I was on the bus home today when two stops away from my house, this fight broke out between a 20-something guy and a late 30-ish lady. This lady was like some overaged ah lian character while this guy looked like some regular young office boy. The lady started swearing at this guy after claiming he "kicked her really hard in the stomach". No one is quite sure how he accomplished that in a bus without the people around seeing it.

The guy couldn't take the lady shouting at him, so he shouted back. And soon a very heated argument ensued. The lady went "Eh bus driver, close the door don't let anybody get off!" Like she owned the bus. The driver of course opened the doors instead, letting everyone off. The guy got off as well, but the lady chased him, and grabbed his collar and SPUN him around. I swear the guy was like twelve heads taller than her. She shouted "In the law ah, women have all the power!"

Anyway, somehow the guy ran off while she called the cops. She then stood there swearing while the bus driver had to make a report back to the interchange through his weird mic thing. After swearing for about 2 minutes, a guy I assumed to be her husband came down. Her husband is most definitely 100% gangster. Not negro, drug dealing, hip-hopping kind. But ah beng, tattooed, loan shark kind. He too started swearing with her.

Then a girl I assumed to be their daughter came down carrying a baby in her arms. Not surprisingly, she started swearing as well. No prize in guessing what the baby's first words were. After a lot of swearing and stuff, I finally decided to walk home. I'm sorry Geneng, I couldn't take a picture. I swear it was damn funny.

We dance from sheer relief.

2008-06-28T12:05:00.002+08:00

The herd.

Been so long since my last post I can't recall what were the things that happened between then and now. So the best I can do is just blog about yesterday. Okay, so two deadlines were cleared yesterday. We were all rushing to try and finish by 1 even though the deadline was at 5. The reason being we had IS lessons at 1.

But in the end, we only finished getting our stuff ready for submission at 1.15. Being 15 minutes late equals to being absent, so we decided to go stone at the atrium for a while. We discussed about where we can go to spend the day, then we realised we hadn't submit our works yet.

Anyway, we submitted our stuff, then bused down to Bukit Batok for lunch at some Indian restaurant at the CSC. Stoned in the restaurant talking nonsense before going to some random coffeeshop for beer. Guai lan-ed a bit more there, Nat got really red from the beer and had to go home and bathe before going to tutor some kid. He'll probably like teach the wrong things because he's drunk.

After all that, I bused back home and spent the rest of my day playing FM. No wait, I watched Minority Report too. I then stoned in front of my computer listening to music till I almost fell asleep. Then I went to sleep.

Alarms clock from heaven.

2008-06-18T21:10:00.002+08:00

Small can, cold water.

Friday started with a trip to the IT fair. Didn't have anything in mind I wanted to buy, but I ended up buying ~~4 HDTVs~~ a mouse for Nat. Then it was to track training. Didn't manage to finish all my sets because the dreaded IBM hit me halfway through. Dinner with the track people, then made plans to crash Hendrick's place. Didn't go in the end, but the others did. I decided to stay at home and watch football with my Dad.

I can't seem to remember much of what I did on Saturday, probably FM and maybe chores? Okay, slash the latter. Crashed Hendrick's place on Sunday together with Choon, Chiang and Sebas. Sebas left halfway through because he was called up for international duty. No, not for Singapore. We ended up playing Fifa08/sleeping till Monday. Had some plans in the afternoon which did not materialise, then it was on to track training. Which was crazy. Frog jumps, 200m relay and gymwork. Plus some weird stuff with a bottle cap. No wait, that was Nat's fault.

Stoned the first half of Tuesday away, before meeting Geneng then Eunice slightly later at Mian Bao Jiang Hua at CWP. Bused down to Marine Parade to meet Nat, Tim, Dinesh, Xun Ping, Jason and Aster. Rented bikes, then went for Mac. Cycled for like 2 hours plus from ECP to OCH. That's like two acronyms in one sentence. Didn't go in because of the cops. Walked the boardwalk, then guai lan-ed the chalet people. Cycled to Changi Village for beer and football. No, we didn't play, we watched. Then we cycled back to ECP with Nat slightly drunk and making funky movements with his bike.

Returned the bikes, had Mac for breakfast then it was 966 back home. Showered, stoned a bit before heading to school for ~~chinese opera performances~~ newswriting consultation. Was okay, except for the fact that I was semi-falling asleep in front of my lecturer, even when she was correcting my work. What the hell. Slept on the way home, so I now do not feel like sleeping. Damn bus. I want to scold bad words. Okay, maybe not. I have no idea what I'm going to do with tomorrow. No wait, that's for another post.

Liu Bei equals Sincerity.

2008-06-13T07:14:00.003+08:00

Organised mess V14.9

Wednesday was gay. Came to school to hand in our TVProd proposal, and also for newswriting consultation. The consultation was supposed to be at 12, but the lecturer decided to go for lunch at 11.50. After waiting for her till 12.30 ish, we decided to skip the whole consultation and get our proposal printed instead. Went to the PRC printing shop at canteen 2 to print the stuff, before climbing back up the hill to the FMS block. Lunch at SIM before taking a bus back one stop to school. Stoned with FM till Chiang came at 4-ish. Stoned a while more before going for track.

First track training in a while. It was pretty slack. The longest distance we had to run was 150m, and that was only once. Went for Macs with Jabez, Chao Yi and Nat. Jabez's parents came to drive us home. Then I slept early. I wouldn't have done so if Nat had not lied to me about when the Portugal match was. So in the end, I missed the match and now I have a grudge with Nat that can only go away with beers at a coffeeshop plus another match.

Anyway, started yesterday zhamming ball with the guys. Played amongst ourselves, then one match against some mats. No, not the kind you wipe your feet on. Then it was "we" for breakfast. Went back home, slept a bit before heading out to Little India. The reason for that being Nat's church is in Little India, and that's where we were jamming. The jamming itself was semi-messy, but it was fun. Went for bah kut teh with Nat and Tim after that. Watched some random Indian finish a bottle of vodka by himself faster than we could finish our food.

Find your way back home.

2008-06-10T09:49:00.002+08:00

Take me away.

Okay, so I haven't exactly lived up to my increase post frequency thing. The dreaded ah, I'll blog tomorrow syndrome has hit me hard. But, excuses are for fags. And since I'm not gay, and neither do I resemble a cigarette, I won't fill this post with excuses as to why I've not been posting. Instead, I will just do a post and be done with it.

Anything before yesterday is too ancient for me to recall so I'll just blog about yesterday. Started the day zhamming ball with the guys. Helped Sebas rediscover his form, so overall it was a good day out. Headed down to town to meet the TVProd gang for lunch. Had to treat one of our guest to lunch. Then it was a bus ride to Holland. No, not the Netherlands. Stoned at subway waiting for our other guest. After he came it was pictures and nonsense before we made our way home. Yes, this is a short post.

If you're a coin.

2008-06-03T23:29:00.002+08:00

Mortal Wombat.

While the title might suggest that this post would have something to do with a furry mammal with a limited lifespan (no, not an extremely hairy indian), it isn't. It is in fact not about anything in particular. I just felt like increasing the frequency of my posts. But, typing a couple of sentences like this then slapping it on my blog would be very irresponsible. The post needs to have a purpose, however unnecessary or useless. I have therefore decided to devote this whole post to a very special phenomenon.

Okay, to the thing in question. Earthquakes. Yes, the recent one that occurred in Sichuan has tugged at a couple of strings in the chinese half of my heart. Okay, I admit that I haven't been very kind to the PRCs. Making fun of their language, their ardent love for Mao Ze Dong and his tanks, and Chinese people in general. So it's weird how it takes a major disaster to make me feel slightly sorry for them.

Sure, they come here with their funky accents, ace our exams then become bus drivers or something. But no funny-speaking, job stealing foreigners deserve to suffer such a fate. Maybe a cultural revolution or two, but not an earthquake of this magnitude. Now, this might seem like an aimless rant, but I guess what I'm really trying to say is we should try to love the PRCs and maybe many other cultures which are strange to us as well. We should not wait for Mother Nature to give us that wake up call.

I'm probably in some sort of national security trouble having mentioned Mao Ze Dong, but seriously, Tiananmen Square was damn guai lan.

2008-06-01T21:17:00.003+08:00

Attention, and memorise.

Quite a while has gone by since I last blogged. More of my posts are beginning this way now. Anyway, several things have happened between now and the last time I blogged. But even though a lot more can happen in a couple of weeks compare to a couple of days, I always have less to blog about if I don't blog for too long. One of the few things between then and now was my Dad's birthday. That day was fun. Got together with the whole family since quite awhile.

Okay, I've been having problems with my memory recently. It's like the things can be damn recent, I will know I know about them, but I don't know them exactly. It's like I know I have the answer to the question, but I just can get the answer out. It's damn frustrating. Then when someone reminds me about whatever, then it all just flows back. It's not that bad because I'm not forgetting all the big important stuff, just all those small things. But this could be like some sort of weird memory disease that has stages. Anyway, I'm hoping my memory gets better soon.

Weekends are not as fun. No more football, so not much point staying over at Hendrick's. Mostly just home and schoolwork. This Saturday though was not bad. Whacked the Swee Lee sale with Bgoh. Got my new freaking bass. No, not a fish. But an Ibanez ATK300. Helped Isaac get his pedal and capo as well. Bgoh got his pedals as well, and he was damn afraid he wouldn't get it. Rushed to school after that to meet Isaac for our MM stuff. Then it was back home for dinner. Couldn't eat what my mum cooked because of the throat.

Today is quite okay. Didn't do much. Almost thought of going to Suntec with Bgoh and Sebas. Didn't develop the thought. I don't even know if they went. Spent my day at home watching Dexter. Finished BOTH seasons. Yea, I chionged. I seem to be inexplicably tired all the time. Must be the damn meds. My mum's birthday is coming soon, and I have not got her anything. I've got till Thursday anyway. I'm trying to find a way to end this post. I just realised I can do that by clicking "publish".

Here goes.

2008-05-17T15:17:00.002+08:00

Divine tortoises, fast days and zero creativity.

Okay, posts have been few and far between. They have also been getting shorter and shorter. I have no idea what is happening. Just yesterday, during literary works class, I had to write a 500-1000 words narrative. I couldn't. Personally, I blame writcomm, however, the more I look at this, the more I'm reminded of a previous experience. Quite a long time back I was experiencing some difficulty with my vocabulary. If I remember correctly, I blamed rogue garden gnomes for stealing my vocabulary. Now while it would be quite absurd to say that garden gnomes stole my creativity, what I'm about to tell you next will be even more absurd.

I saw Jesus. Well, in the form of a tortoise anyway. Isaac and I was walking to class one day, when I spotted this tortoise standing on water. The tortoise is real. The water is real. I went "Look, it's a Jesus tortoise!" and started walking towards it. Isaac followed, and said "no it's not." And the moment he said that, the tortoise sank. I told him that the reason why the tortoise sank was because he didn't believe. Anyway, the truth is the tortoise was standing on a algae-covered pipe which was partially submerged. So it seemed like it was standing on water. And, as Isaac and I walked towards it, it got scared and slipped off the pipe, giving the impression as though it suddenly sank. So much for divine tortoises.

Next up would be this conversation I happen to overhear while on the bus on the way to school. Two guys were talking, and I assumed they were group mates for a project or something because of the content of their conversation. Anyway, here's how it went.

Guy 1: Eh, why you never do your share of the work?

Guy 2: *Gives confused look* You know ah, yesterday right, the day go by damn fast leh.

Guy 1: *Gives the I don't know if I should kill him or myself look*

That's like the best damn excuse to give when you can't meet a deadline. "The day went by damn fast."

Back to my original problem. How do I deal with garden gnomes? No wait, how do I complete a narrative when I have absolutely no creativity left? I have no idea as of yet, but hopefully one would pop up to me like Jack. No, not the the one who fell down the hill, the one who is in a box.

100% whole chicken.

2008-05-12T00:10:00.002+08:00

How much?

It's been damn long since I last blogged. I have no idea why I haven't felt like blogging recently. In fact, I don't really feel like blogging now. But since I've started, what the hell. As I'm typing this, the ManUtd players as celebrating with the trophy. I can't really recall anything worth posting about which happened since the last time I posted. Looks like this post's ending here. Damn my posts are getting shorter.

Go.

2008-05-01T09:59:00.002+08:00

Half dead, half Indian.

Okay, so this post has come slightly late. I owe that to the fact that track training has been damn taxing on me. Like four consecutive days of training a week for a couple of weeks already. Thankfully this week is the last week of the freshmen training, so it'll be back to the normal three days a week training. That said though, it now means I will have training on Saturdays.

Anyway, I don't really have that much to talk about. Like I said, my past couple of weeks have been saturated with track. Let's see, ManUtd lost to Chelsea, but still the title is in their own hands. They then knocked Barcelona out of the Champions League to get into the final. Chelsea knocked Liverpool out, so the final will be ManUtd against Chelsea. Can't think of anything else to type about.

Who the hell are you?

2008-04-20T21:06:00.003+08:00

Open doors.

First week of school was not bad. Was late for two 9 a.m. lessons, both for exactly the same reason. Not much going on in terms of lessons, but that'll probably change quite soon. I have a semi-weird timetable where I have no lessons on Wednesdays at all. But that makes all my other days quite heavy. New class as well. Not too bad. Went for track training on Thursday after having not gone for any during the holidays. It was good to catch up with all the track people. Helped out at the orientation for new track members on Friday. It was quite a big group, but quite a few of them look as though they wouldn't be staying on.

So much for school stuff. Saturday started with FM. Then it was IMM with Jabez and Chao Yi. Wanted to look for running tights, but they were damn expensive. Decided to stick with shorts after that. Went to Hendrick's place after that. Watched ManUtd draw with Blackburn. Stayed over and played PES and Burnout till 5-ish. Slept for a while till 7-ish before leaving. Came back home and slept some more. Started Sunday with FM as well. FM-ed till lunchtime before watching a couple of movies. Second week of school about to start. Must get my schooling gears rolling.

Do open windows keep the rain away?

2008-04-14T00:56:00.002+08:00

Bright smile, dark eyes.

The last weekend of the holidays are over. And it was not that bad of a weekend. Saturday started with breakfast with the family before we went for some weird family gathering/bbq thing. It was quite good. Played beach soccer with my cousins. The mums were preparing the food and the dads were barbecuing them. All in all it was a very good way to spend the first half of my Saturday. Came home after that, played a bit of FM before going over to Hendrick's place.

Usually, we would stayover only if there was a ManUtd match. However, since it was the last weekend before school starts, we stayed over despite there not being a match. So we basically played the whole night away. Of course there was the usual guai lan-ing going on. Mostly because Chiang was around, and more beng than usual. We had supper at Macs, and talked about nonsense before heading back to Hendrick's place for another 2 hours or so. Then we left.

Went straight to my friend's place to pick some stuff up. Had breakfast at Jurong Point, before going home. Slept, then woke up to FM. Sis left to celebrate her birthday with her friends. She would come back for another celebration with us in the evening. Went to Swensens to get a cake for my Sis. Cookies and cream, which cost me $42. But, since she started relief teaching, she has bought lots of stuff for me so that's like nothing. Had dinner as a family. Pizza and some stuffs my mum made. Finished it off with the cake and champagne. Played FM till the ManUtd v Arsenal match started. ManUtd won 2-1. Year 2 is starting very nicely.

Just pin your heartbeat up against my heartbeat and you'll see how well we rhyme.

2008-04-06T23:10:00.002+08:00

Soft Targets.

The days have gone by quite nicely. Life has been good to me other than one incident which pissed me off alot. Just goes to show that even someone who is damn close to you can betray your trust in a very big way. Anyway, I haven't got up to much since the last post. What I have done, is I have made a revelation as to what is one of Bgoh's aspirations. He wants to have "a strong shag". Yes, those were his exact words. I will not go into explaining what he really meant. Let your imaginations run wild please.

Anyway, on that same day, which also happened to be yesterday, Bgoh and I went to zham ball at Holland. No, we did not need our passports. It was a good day, won games, then got knocked out when we got tired. Great workout. Lunched at the hawker centre near Bgoh's church before heading over to one of his friend's place to bathe and wait for the church service to start. Went through the service then dinner at the hawker centre. Too bad Chiang couldn't come.

Today was good as well. Went down to Aljunied at around 1-ish to look at some bass guitars. Tried a few out, just to get a feel of which I should prepare myself to get during the mid-year sale. Lunched, then rushed to Hendrick's place because I thought Edwin was there already. He wasn't. Choon came, then we watched the match which ended 2-2. Lazed around abit before leaving for home. Then, I'm typing this.

Wild cows.

2008-03-31T00:52:00.005+08:00

Here goes something.

Okay, my Dad says that I should make regular checks on my life. Review major stuff that has been happening in my life recently and reflect on them. One of this major stuff is my rediscovery of oats. I've been hooked onto oats as my breakfast for a week or so already. It's not the kind with that Quakers fag's face on the tin. It's some other brandless one that has weird seeds and raisins mixed with the oats. It somehow just taste right, and has been essential to the start of my morning. What should I be reflecting about on this? I have no idea. Probably the fact that putting an old dude's face on a tin of food isn't very appetizing, and we'd be better off adding sex-like ingredients in them. But this would only be useful if I was trying to sell food. So what the hell.

Another major stuff would be the completion of my first ever plumbing project. Why do I even have a plumbing project to begin with? Well, sometimes things are forced upon you. Like if you had a leaking shower tap. So I had to change the whole damn shower tap. I actually forgot to switch the water supply off first before attempting the switch. It rained. Anyway, I attempted it again after switching the supply off. Lots of turns of the spanner later and it was done. I have reflected on this already. I now know that I'd most definitely embarrass myself as a plumber. Always good to find out truths about yourself in the comfort of your own toilet.

Leaving that last sentence fresh in your mind, it's time to move on to non-major stuff that happened. Spent Saturday night at Hendrick's place. Bgoh left early, so it was just Hendrick and I. It turned out a lot less gay than I would have imagined. Though I probably shouldn't have been imagining anything gay to begin with. ManUtd won 4-0, which is good. My sore throat still isn't cured. But I had instant noodles and coke at Hendrick's place again. Couldn't resist. Went back home at 7-ish, and slept till 12-ish today. Accompanied my mum to her ~~cult group~~ Buddhist meeting thing. It was actually quite good. Instead of trying to saturate the whole thing with Buddhist stuffs, they actually explained really well how different religions tie in with one another, and essentially guide people to living their lives morally. The food was good too.

I've been hearing some good jokes recently, though I can't recall them now. Which is weird since the jokes were good. I'll get them up here when I recall them. Other than that, there hasn't been much happening in my life recently. I've been doing a bit of thinking recently though. So here's something for you to think about. Why did she sell seashells on the seashore if you could just pick them up?

Laugh Anand, laugh.

2008-03-28T13:15:00.002+08:00

Cake Parade.

20 question thing request from Chiang.

1. At what age do you wish to marry?
Probably between 26 and 34.

2. What do you want the most now?
To know my answer to this question.

3. Who is the person you trust the most?
My mum.

4. Do you think you have enough confidence?
Yes.

5. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
I'm not really sure yet, I want most of my dreams to stay as dreams.

6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
Yes.

7. What are you most afraid to lose now?
My imagination.

8. Do you believe in eternal love?
Yes.

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
Definitely.

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.
Funny, easygoing and an all-round good friend.

11. What are the requirements you wish from your other half?
Be a good fit with the half I already have.

12. What type of person do you hate the most?
The pretentious type.

13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?
Yes.

14. Do you believe in God?
Nope.

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
My actions.

16. Do you find it a need for you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?
Right now? Nope.

17. At this point in time, would you rather stay in your comfort zone or try something new?
Definitely something new.

18. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friends' eyes?
A true one.

19. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.
He's a funny, genuine person.

20. Would you kill a stranger so you could stay alive?
Yes.

The 8 people tagged are:
Chao Yi
Eugene
Isaac
Sin Ee
Tim
Syida
Charlene
Kamellia

Just remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, making it a total of 20 questions. Then, tag 8 people in your list. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all. Apparently.

2008-03-24T20:27:00.002+08:00

Killer bees.

Okay, spent Sunday night at Hendrick's place watching both the matches. ManUtd owned Liverpool 3-0, and Chelsea beat Arsenal 2-1. Not a bad day. Throughout the night however, my throat was getting worse. I first tried coke, not the drug, but that made it worse. Then it was Jia Jia Liand Teh. Which worked to the tune of 1 sip bringing 5 seconds of speech. Now all I needed to do was keep drinking it and I can just keep talking the night away. That, however, was not ideal. One, I did not want my bladder to be exploding and two, there was only one can left.

Without the Liang Teh, I went back to coke, and even added instant noodles into the mix. What made it worse was that Choon was making me laugh with his gay antics. As in seriously gay. He kept going on about footballer's dicks and finally, before leaving Hendrick's place, he said "the way to my heart is through my ass." Chiang slept through that part, so when he woke up and asked "what did you all do?" I told him what Choon said, and said "I was looking for his heart". Throat was hurting like mad when I left Hendrick's place in the morning.

Woke up today and realised I was mute-ish. So I basically stoned at home playing Pokemon and FM. The day wasn't going to go by without event though. I got this weird phone call from some number I've never seen before. This has happened before, and usually the person on the other end will hang up just as I answer. There was only one other time when the person spoke, and that led to some funny stuff with Bteo guai lan-ing the person.

Anyway, today the person chose to speak again. It was a different someone from the previous speaking occasion and this was the opening line. "Hello, hello, hello!" Who starts a conversation with 3 hellos? Anyway, I answered with a "yes?" And the person said "is this someweirdnameiveneverheardbefore." I of course said no. I would have said yes and maybe guai lan if I didn't have a bad throat, but what the hell. But the person came back with a "Eh don't play lah, I know it's you." So there I was thinking, who the hell sounds like me with a sore throat and has a similar phone number to mine.

Anyway, I assured the guy he got the wrong number, and then hung up. That whole thing caused me to down two cups of honey drink. I've been on honey drink for the almost the whole of today, and this squeeze bottle of honey that was full at the start of the day is now 1/3 gone. I continued on with Pokemon until now. Today was gay.

You're standing on the edge of something good.

2008-03-22T13:47:00.003+08:00

Pirates, chins and mirrors.

The week has been quite eventful. Snooker with the Korean boy in CHR on Monday. Dinner with the guys after. Lots of porn talk and guai lan-ing. Watched a movie on Tuesday with the Korean boy, Chao Yi and Bez. Step Up 2. Was pretty good. Storyline was so-so, but all the dance sequences were like sex. We tried to lure Bgoh and Choon to watch it with us, but they were too lazy. I also found out my class for the new year. I'm in the same class as Jarrel and Isaac, which is very good.

Wednesday was a long day. Lunch with Bgoh, Bez and Choon at CWP before heading over to Kim's place. Mahjong-ed a bit while Bez played carrom with the Korean boy. Kim, Bez, Bgoh and Reuel then went to watch Prison Break while Choon, the Korean boy and I watched White Chicks. Laughed like crazy and had pizza courtesy of Kim's mum. After White Chicks was over, the three of us mahjong-ed with Kim's mum while watching En Bloc. It then continued on till the Korean Boy wanted to watch The Contender Asia. Then it was a bit of wrestling, before we left. Choon and I went to Hendrick's place, and Chiang met us there. Watched Manutd beat Bolton, and Chelsea draw with Tottenham. The latter being a damn nice game to watch.

Thursday was stay-at-home day. FM-ed plus a movie. American Gangster. Not a bad one. Denzel was good, Russel Crowe was awesome. Continued to FM after the movie till 2-ish in the morning. Woke up on Good Friday to zham ball with the guys. Then it was a short rest at a coffeeshop, before basketball. Went home freakishly tired. Died for a while. Then FM-ed the day away. Watched Ed Wood by Tim Burton. Damn good movie. Johnny Depp owned in it. Now it's Saturday, probably stoning at home, catch a few of the matches. Then it'll be Hendrick's place on Easter Sunday, where ManUtd will be up against Liverpool, and Chelsea will be up against Arsenal.

Good and reckless and true.

2008-03-16T13:29:00.002+08:00

Grey cats and basilisks.

It's been a damn tiring week or so since the last time I blogged. Zhamming ball two days in a row with the guys, both times with one person short of 4-a-side. Ganneh went for both sessions. Really fun to see that guy again. Always full of porn and stuffs. Laughed like crazy because he was there. He even has a cutout of Mas Selamat in his wallet, which covers his own photo on his I.C. He's been doing quite well in JC too, so he should be on his way for his As.

The next thing I've been doing is trying to fill my recently purchased hard disk with stuffs. Downloading a whole bunch of movies has generally been a mainstay for the week. Whacked a few albums for good measure as well. Watching the downloads can get pretty boring, so I played with my young fags. No, I do not have a group of underage gays waiting for me at some secret place. I created this team in FM where I have only under-21 players. I can also only buy under-21 players. I called them Young Fags United because I couldn't get any more creative. It has been quite fun because I added in a couple of legends like Cantona, Best and Beckenbauer, to name a few.

Another thing I've been doing is watching the downloaded movies. Still have got quite a few which I have not watched. Plus, I watched like one movie for every three that I download. It's going to be quite a while before I can watch them all. Oh, poker has really taken Jabez. He even downloaded this World Series game to play it. I went to his place yesterday and tried it as well. It was quite addictive. There have been several other fun shit that happened in this week, but I can't really recall them. Anyway, results came out on Friday. Pretty decent for me, hopefully Year 2 will be better.

Paw swipes and balls of fire.

2008-03-10T17:16:00.002+08:00

Call and raise.

It's been a while since I posted, what with my class chalet and stuff in between. Anyway, there hasn't been much going on. One thing of note though, would be the fact that I've somehow got the guys hooked on poker. So much so that Bez actually brought chips to ECP so we could play. Played a bit during the chalet as well, though the others played more because I was quite tired of it after playing it the for whole day at ECP with Bez and the rest.

A bit of rest after the chalet, and it was back to another sleepless encounter at Hendrick's place. Watched Bgoh get owned in Halo 3 and played with ~~my young fags~~ FM till morning. Spent the whole of my Sunday at home playing more FM. I actually wanted to follow my Sis to the open houses of the universities, but I was too lazy. Oh, and my Sis didn't do too well for her As. Her prelims were quite bad, but I thought she would pull through for the As. Anyway, she's probably applying to retake.

Today has been event-less as well. Played FM and watched a couple of movies. Really need to get a street soccer ball soon. Ganneh has only this one week to play with us. No, he's not going to die, but once his week-long break is over, it'll be A-level chionging for him. He has been bugging me to zham ball, so hopefully we'll get a new ball soon.

Full house, Ace over Kings.

2008-03-02T13:04:00.002+08:00

Pineapple.

Okay, it's 1-ish in the afternoon, I'm bored, so under some weird suggestion from a friend, I am blogging. About pineapples. The fruit itself is actually more pine-like than apple-like, but they had to make it sound like a fruit. Pineorange would have been weird, so pineapple was what it became. So you must be thinking, "hey, it's just one fruit, why the whole post?" But it turns out, pineapple are not "just one fruit". They are actually one of the few examples of a multiple fruit. No, that is not made up. It is actually spirally arranged flowers which fruits become pressed against the fruits of flowers next to them, creating the image of one fruit. You will never look at a pineapple the same way again.

Now you're thinking, "okay, so it isn't just one fruit, so what?" Well, have you ever had the need to bring a gift for someone you're meeting the first time? Like your significant others' parents, or your boss' golf monkey. Pineapples make good gifts for such occasions. Pineapples are supposed to be significant for such meetings. Though I have no idea why. It's like one of those questions you just don't ask.

Okay, now comes the part I was told to really blog about. Underwater pineapples. For several years, leading scientists have been researching pineapple skin as a possible material for making submarines. But they have always failed. They have come to the conclusion that pineapples do not belong underwater, and committing funds to a project based on a cartoon is not a very scientific thing to do.

What is the cartoon in question? Spongebob Squarepants. The portrayal of him having a pineapple for a home has confounded so many people. Did he eat all the insides himself or did he share with his friends? Who planted the pineapple there? These are just some questions you do ask, but never get the answer to. Whatever the case, a sponge living underwater in a pineapple house is stupid. I leave you with that.

Tom Hanks is not a "Magical Negro".

2008-03-01T12:22:00.002+08:00

Life without F.

Okay, yesterday was one of those hectic days for me. Well, not hectic as in there is so much important things to rush, but hectic as in there was so much planned for yesterday. Started the day zhamming ball with the guys. Our street soccer ball burst. Chiang was just dribbling it ~~skill-lessly~~ when it exploded at his feet like some communist landmine. It was a sad day for us, and we all went to KFC for breakfast. Well, everyone else had breakfast. I don't eat KFC. Anyway, walked home with Kah Poh, and talked about general things that have been going on. Quite good to catch up on stuff with him.

Next was snooker with the current school team. Only the Korean boy and I went. They are actually quite good in terms of technique, but Bteo and I kept winning because we knew how to play smarter. They went for every shot, and while they are quite good at potting, they're not that good. Couple of safety shots and they fouled more points for me than they scored for themselves the entire game. The snooker thing went a bit late, so I was trying to rush to town to meet Geneng and Isaac. But, I still found time to go back home and leave my cue.

Met Geneng and Isaac at about 7-ish. Went for MacDonalds because Isaac had coupons. Meal + free nuggets was damn filling. But it was good because I didn't eat anything else other than 3 hotdogs the whole day. Roamed around town with them while trying to look out for shoes for Isaac. Accidentally mentioned Bgoh's genitals while looking for those shoes. Guai lan-ed a lot of random people because Geneng was there. Played with the lift to get cheap thrills as well.

Went to Bez's place after that. A bit of mahjong then several youtube videos. Then Bgoh left since he wasn't staying over. The rest of us watched a few more videos, before heading out to 7-11. Bought drinks and chips before hitting a playground to talk nonsense. A lot of porn talk ensued, from weirdly designed playground patterns to orgasms to sexual activities of old people. It was damn funny. Anyway, something that happened after we just left 7-11, contributed to a series of events which led to the title for this post.

Outside 7-11, there was some grafitti. It was some weird drawing of the word "fuck". Chao Yi was trying to spell it for one reason or another, so I asked him how to pronounce it. Him being the kind to not like swearing, said "F". Or "eff" if you wanted to know how it's pronounced. Anyway, that was just the introduction. Later in the playground we were talking about some stuff, when all of a sudden, the phrase life without "F" came about. In this case "F" meant fuck. So we came to the conclusion that life without "F" is a lie. A walk back to Bez's place, then it was a couple more videos before we all decided to hit the sack. No, not the ones with the nuts. Woke up at 7-ish and bussed back home. Friday was a damn tiring day, but so full of fun stuff that more than made up for it. Will probably die at home today though. Can't have two hectic days in a row for someone like me.

Many movie goers felt slighted when they saw no Tigers or Dragons in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Little did they know that the film is literally brimming with both Tigers and Dragons, but you cannot see them because they are crouching and/or hidden.

2008-02-28T19:57:00.002+08:00

February Stars.

February is just one of those weird months. It always falls two days short of 30, then after several years of struggle it's only able to eek out one extra day. So yes, February is really just one of those weird months. It's like right up there with the Ghost Festival month. Anyway, this year's February have presented me with lots of funny little moments. So I'm going to try and recall them.

Let's see. First up would be the day when Tim and I recorded our radio stuff. After doing a few good ones, we started fooling around, saying a lot of nonsensical things. One that I still can't get over, and till now have no idea why I said was this. "The box is black. *pause* Like my wife." It was weird, somewhat funny, but very unnecessary. And unexplainable as well. Because I have no idea why it even came into my head.

Next would be this weird poem my friend gave me for Valentine's Day.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Most poems rhyme
This one doesn't

Moving on, would be the nonsense I got up to with Geneng on Valentine's Day. But since I've already blogged about that, I won't repeat it here. The next thing would be a small part of my converstaion with Isaac on the phone a few days ago. Actually it's just a small part of what I said. Here goes. "Bangz, I need the 10 dollars. I'm now, as Geneng would put it, a poor fuck. Though I still think I'm pretty good in bed." I then got hit in the stomach by my track friend because he was standing next to me when I said that.

Anyway, I went back to CHR to coach the snooker people. It wasn't too bad, though slightly annoying/boring. Only got a bottle of green tea out of it. Will be playing with the actual school team tomorrow, so that will be fun-er.

Build a man a fire, he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, he'll be warm his whole life.

2008-02-27T23:01:00.002+08:00

Long road to ruin.

I actually wanted to visit the ManUtd website, but since I have it like just above my blog url, I accidentally clicked on it. Since I was here, I thought I might as well do a post. It seems that I've been posting less and less recently, and maybe I shouldn't be too surprised at it. When I first started out, it was like a I NEED TO POST EVERYDAY kind of thing. Then it became something of a post as often as possible because people need to know my take on things. 463 posts later, and it has become a post if something really just strikes me and I'm not tired.

It seems almost natural that I would start doing something less after doing it so many times. I'm sure some might be able to find something remotely sexual in the previous sentence but what the heck. Anyway, I guess that's how we die of old age. No, not because of finding sexual things. All the old dudes and old g-mos in the world must have breathe so many times in their life that they start doing it less and less till they stopped. Okay, I'm sorry. That was dark. But then again, so am I. Cue some racist comment. You're probably thinking now "oh my god, it's going to be a rant of a post."

You're right. Waiting for something to happen so I can post about it will make this blog die, and I don't really want that. I've sorta grown attached to the bugger. Yeah, so moving on, I somehow stumbled upon the photos and video that was taken during the Mt.K trip. It was weird how I saw a lot of things I had actually forgotten, but then remembered because of the photos and videos. There were some good times there, and it'd be a shame if I had forgotten them. Thankfully for the photos and video, I can always re-remember them. Which is one of the reasons why I think it would be good to keep my blog alive. Not kicking though, since that would be unnecessarily violent.

I've looked back at my old posts several times already, and there's always something for me to remember. Or recall. I'm sure I'd forget those things again, as present, pressing issues appear. Then when I suddenly get the urge to read my old posts, I'll be reminded of those good times, some bad times and naturally some neutral times as well. Whatever kind of times I'm made to remember, I think it wouldn't be too bad of a thing. Keeping everything in my head is definitely going to be a pain, so I'm thankful for this blog.

Okay, enough of the snaginess and stuff. Wasn't so much of a rant as I had expected, so that's a plus point. Better talk about something that happened today in case forty years from now, I suddenly decide that 27th February 2008 was somehow important. Let's see, spent most of the time at home. Accidentally boiled too much water so I had to make too much coffee and tea, and finish them myself. Two cans of coffee and one can of tea. Formula works like 1 can = 3.5 cups. Do the math. Met the guys for linner/dunch/whatever. Oh wait, they call it tea time. Came back home, raped my bass. Not the fish, because that would be sick. And not really rape either, just figuratively. Because really raping would be sick as well. Browsed the photos and then felt like doing this post. End.

Let's get restless.

2008-02-24T12:12:00.004+08:00

Ambiguous pirates.

Yesterday was CHR's third carnival. The theme was supposed to be "pirates", but other than some banners and semi-creative stall names, there was nothing to suggest that might have been the theme. Anyway, it was crazy because of the insane amount of tickets we had at our disposal. For one reason or another, Kim had 100 tickets, and gave us guys 70 of it. After some redistribution and such, Chiang, Hendrick and I went about spending some 30-odd tickets. We also went around looking for teachers we know who are still in the school. First was Hock. Conversation with him went like this.

Hock: So now you're a pornstar ah?

Me: No lah, trying only.

Hock: Why you want to be like Edison Chen?

Me: No, when my videos go on the internet, it'll be by my choice.

Walked around more and saw Raj. More things about snooker and such. Then Mr Ang walked towards me and started talking to me. He didn't notice my shirt, or he did but didn't care. Visited Rajakumar's stall after that. Bought the extremely unhealthy youtiao-wrapped hot dog from her. It was quite gay. Found Xu Lao Shi as well. She said I looked haggard. Probably why my mum thinks I look like a hobo. Mr Chow was still there, and frying fishballs like the pass two carnivals. Didn't buy any of his balls though. The carnival wasn't as good as the one two years ago. This year's had less stalls and lots of teachers were gone. But, it was still good to see the ones who are still there.

After the carnival, we went to Hendrick's place and played mahjong. Then moved on to playing with Sebas' Wii. No, that was not a euphemism. Played till the matches started. Eduardo broke his ankle in the Arsenal match. It was damn sickening to look at the still shots. Dislocation plus a break. Ligaments probably went along as well. Might never play again which is damn sad. Arsenal drew with Birmingham, while Manutd whacked Newcastle 5-1, so it's good. Still, damn pain for Eduardo. Stayed at Hendrick's place till 5 then left to catch the first bus back. Slept at 6-ish and I have no idea why I woke up at 10.30. Anyway, for those with weak stomachs, smash your screens to save yourself from looking at the two pictures below.

2008-02-23T00:36:00.002+08:00

Artificial sand and real music.

Started today thinking I was going to spend my morning at home in front of the computer before meeting Bgoh. But, it just so happened that my Sis forgot something, so I had to go CHR to give it to her. There was no lessons in CHR today as it was the "Prepare for carnival so there is no lessons" day. Since there was no lessons, my Sis was quite free, I followed her and some of her friends/colleagues around the school.

Saw the likes of Mdm Santha, Mr Raj and Ms Uma. Santha's first remark was "Have you been lifting weights?" Raj was "Get Benjamin and you down to play snooker against the current school team because they are weak." And Ms Uma's was "Are you coming here to work too?" "No" to the first and last question and "maybe" to the middle question were my answers.

Next up was meeting Bgoh at Breadtalk before taking the bus down to Harbour Front. Had fish soup for lunch before bus-ing across to Sentosa to meet the rest of Bgoh's friends to "play play". Football/Volleyball on the beach with fake sand. Hurt our feet like mad. Did a damn long survey for Bgoh as well. Not a bad time spent at Sentosa getting more tan.

After that, Bgoh, Sin Ee and I took the MRT down to Aljunied to watch Isaac at his Garage performance. We were actually late-ish for it and missed the van that was supposed to take us from Aljunied. But Isaac sent his Chindian friend(not me) to bring us to the place. The whole thing ended up being extremely awesome. 8 dollars was more than worth it. The food was good, and the music was even better.

After spending almost the whole day out of the house, I finally came back home after providing moral support for Bgoh as he ~~robbed~~ applied for a job at 7-11. Took a nice shower and now I'm typing this. Today has been good, and hopefully tomorrow will be too as I'll be going to CHR's carnival.

The murder mystery.

2008-02-19T20:31:00.002+08:00

Organised mess V14.8

Alright, I've been quite the free person since the end of last week. Yeah, no exams. Anyway, I thought of using the extra time to start looking for a job. I didn't. Having track training during the holidays meant my job options are quite limited, so I didn't really want to rush into a job. The previous sentence is just a longer way of saying I'm lazy. Instead of looking for a job, I've been spending my time playing FM and my bass(not the fish). For the former, it's because the latest patch came out. As for the latter, having not touched my bass for several months, I suddenly started playing it everyday of the deadline week. That continued on to today.

Bass playing aside, here's a really late post about deadline week. Most of it was spent doing radio. Even Valentine's Day was spent doing radio. After doing radio on Valentine's Day, Geneng and I was lured into what we thought was a Valentine's Day outing with Aini and Sin Ee. It turned out to be a shopping trip for them. Geneng and I spent two hours on a bench in Taka. However, Geneng and I didn't just sit on the bench idly. We guai lan-ed people. From the perverse "guess the colour of the underwear" to the slightly sick "look at her tummy", we killed two hours of time just making fun of other people. There was "koko krunch" throwing involved as well.

At the end of deadline week, we submitted the radio assignment. Absolutely nothing academically related until April. Lots of good shit happened during year one, hopefully more will follow in year two.

All tomorrow's parties.

2008-02-10T01:43:00.000+08:00

Ghostrider.

No, this is not going to be a post about the movie. It's also not going to be about some weird, made-up B-movie involving necrophilia. What I will write about is three freaky things which happened today.

First up, 8.45 or thereabouts, don't really want to be too specific, I was walking from the MacDonalds at Admiralty to Hendrick's place. About halfway to Hendrick's place, I saw this, well, freaky scene. It involved a young girl and someone I assume is her mother. The girl looked like she was about 3 or 4 years old. She was screaming "Thank God for the cat! Thank God for the cat!" She actually screamed that more than the two times I wrote, but you get the picture.

The mum, holding on to the girl's hand, was laughing maniacally at the girl. That's still not the freaky part. The freaky part was that there wasn't a single cat around at all. Anyway, I did what most people in an awkward situation would do. I decided to imitate. I started laughing maniacally at the girl too, only to draw an angry stare from the mother. I continued to Hendrick's place after that.

Okay, 10-ish at Hendrick's place. We were opening fortune cookies and reading our fortunes. I got one which said "You will meet someone who you've longed to meet." or something to that effect. Didn't think much about it, and continued playing blackjack and mahjong. Around 12-ish, Bgoh came. No, not in a sexual sense. He opened a fortune cookie and got the same fortune as me. Put two and two together and you usually get four. Or, you could get the fact that maybe the person I've longed to meet is Bgoh. That alone crosses many gay borders, and since Bgoh is Christian, I shall leave it at that.

With that thought fresh in your minds, I move one to 1-ish. Bgoh and I walking home from Hendrick's place after narrowly missing the last bus. Two guys walking home together will inevitably feel a tad gay. Thankfully, we were distracted by a taxi driver. He was driving with his door open. Just his own door was open, and he had no passengers. He looped around the area, so Bgoh and I saw him again moments later. His door was closed though. I thought the taxi driver was probably old and thinking, "hey, I only live life once, let's try something I've never done before. Okay, let's drive with my door open!" That theory was absurd, so Bgoh and I agreed on a more logical "the taxi driver is a ghost taxi driver."

The events of the reckless taxi driver was soon overwhelmed by the gay-ness we felt walking home together. Then, we saw a cat. To draw the attention away from the gay thoughts, Bgoh started talking about his weird affiliation with cats. Something about how they like him and such. I just said "I don't like cats." He then accused me of being a cat murderer. Which was quite difficult to deny, so I just retorted saying it wasn't murder, it was cat-slaughter. Yes, there is some backstory to this, but that's for another post.

Anyway, I told him that rather than say I'm a cat-slaughterer, I tend to say that I'm a pussy-slaughterer instead just to get people to see me in a better light. And no, that's not because I'm Indian. Maybe instead of a condescending tone of "You cat-slaughterer!" I would get a more cheerful "Hey pussy-slaughterer." Once again, in an attempt to deviate from the gay thoughts, Bgoh taked about him attracting pussies. Now all these talk about cats made me think about the girl from earlier in the day. Weird how things just tie themselves up.

Okay, so I talked about four things in this post. But, truth be told, only three of those four things actually felt freaky to me. Sure, some of you might think that all four were freaky, or maybe just one or two was. Whatever the case, it just goes to show that although you almost always eat your cake after having it, it won't always taste good.

I have Jewish friends.

2008-02-04T20:19:00.000+08:00

Freaky toy soldiers.

Two weeks, give or take, since my last post. There were several occasions when I clicked on the "new post" button, stoned for about seven ~~hours~~ seconds before closing the window. Why? I don't really know. Anyway, speechcomm and socpsych are all over. So are both the IS nonsense. All that's left is writcomm and radio. Not too much to accomplish for a week I think. I've also decided that it is pointless for me to make my titles make sense.

Okay, two weeks is probably too long a time to post out, so I won't even bother. The things would probably feel very outdated as well, which would then make this post very yesterday. Or very fortnight ago if you want to dabble in the specifics. So, since I'm not going to post about what has happened in the two weeks, I had to think of something else to post. I could be damn unoriginal and just post about today, or I could just stop the post here, whack some weird italicised phrase at the bottom and click "publish post". I am not doing either of that.

Now this puts me in a whole other predicament. I can't type about today, but I have to type something. Which is bad because I have absolutely nothing I want to type. So I thought, hey, why not type out my thought process of what I want to type here. Okay, so it has to be something good, and probably end with a bang or something. Bang.

Or something.

2008-01-20T19:49:00.000+08:00

Egoistical goblins and whatnots.

Okay, some of you might think "hey, here's about to be a post on mystical creatures." Well it's not. What is it about then? I don't really know. I'll just go on typing about random things that have happened in the week. Then maybe something will hit me mid-post and the title will make sense. Not much hope on that happening, but what the heck.

Monday, let's see. Can't remember much of Monday. There were lectures and stuff. A bit of funny things happening here and there but generally not funny enough for me to remember. Monday was sluggish. Can't even remember who I had dinner with. Tuesday was tiring. Writcomm consultation was frustrating. Then track was torturous. Wednesday was IAC presentation. Surprisingly semi-fun. Can't remember who dinner was with either. Thursday was tiring too. Well tiring-ish. Didn't train fully because of shin splints, only to find out that my shin muscles have in fact gave way completely. No training for about a month or so now. Friday was okay. Speechcomm was quite fun. Socpsych was disturbing.

So much for the weekdays. On to the weekend. Writcomm with Eunice at Woodlands Library. Then stoning at home, then stoning at Hendrick's place. It was actually Hendrick's birthday on the 16th, and we were supposed to celebrate it on Saturday. Pretended to forget his birthday and stuff, the gave him his present. But, it turns out Choon bought the wrong game. So it was gay. We now need to return the game and get the correct one. Damn funny. Anyway, ManUtd got it right for Hendrick by winning, so that's okay. Finally, Sunday. Stoned at home doing my Socpsych journal. Watched Cashback as well, which was quite good. Wanted to get a haircut, but was too lazy to step out of the house. Very very slow moving Sunday.

Okay, I've written the whole week out and still nothing. Which is weird. Kinda like how you would kill someone with a shovel, then bury their body using the same shovel. The last sentence probably didn't make sense, but then again, I didn't want it to. What I do want to make sense is the title. Which by the way doesn't. Yet. Until I decided to add this. Erm, okay, I don't know what to add. Damn it. I guess it ends here. Damn proud cousins of gnomes. Now, the title makes some sense.

Died laughing.

2008-01-11T22:19:00.000+08:00

If you think that a kiss is all in the lips.

I have not slept early this whole week. While most will say that is normal for me, it's not when I have been waking up early the whole week as well. Writcomm essay plus radio stereo assignment due on Thursday. Speechcomm speech due Friday. Track changed to Tuesdays and Thursdays with intensified training because the coach came back.

Okay, so most of Monday and Tuesday was spent on Writcomm. Of course there was the general stuffs about lessons and lectures and whatnot. Track on Tuesday was really good in a torturous and leg breaking kind of way. Wednesday was spent doing Issues presentation plus a bit of writcomm and stuffs. Thursday was used to finish radio and hand it up, before stoning in the library to think about the speech. Handed up writcomm before going for track. Thursday track was even more torturous than Tuesdays, yet it was surprisingly good.

Went back, thought more about the speech and did the outline. Came to school today to prepare the visual aid and stuffs. Gave the speech and made a racist joke about myself during the speech. I have no idea why I did it, but it happened. Anyway, discussed writcomm proposal stuffs after speechcomm and managed to finish the first part. Stoned in school with the Korean boy and Bgoh till they left, then continued stoning with Chao Yi and Choon till Bez and Sebas came. No, that was not a sex joke. Went to CWP for dinner with them. Came home and I'm typing this.

Come on, you got it all wrong.

2008-01-06T22:37:00.000+08:00

If you think that holding hands is all in the fingers.

Okay, I went to Hendrick's place after town-ing with Geneng yesterday. Played Mass Effect, FM and Fifa. Watched ManUtd beat Aston Villa 2-0 as well. So the stayover was quite good. But, the best thing that came out of it would probably have to be season 1 of Flight of the Conchords that I stole from Hendrick. Damn funny show. I would describe it, but the I'd laugh too much and not be able to type. It's just damn freaking hilarious.

So I spent most of today trying to do my writcomm stuff. Emphasis on the word trying. I also played more FM and watched several episodes of Flight of the Conchords. I actually just got news of something really depressing, and I thought of posting about it. But, since one of my resolutions is to not be emo, I won't. Besides, it's not really something appropriate to post about.

So yes, I don't really have anything else to type about. Like seriously, today has been damn event-less. Rather than just leave this as a short post, I will instead make it slightly longer. No, that was not a euphemism. How will I make it longer? Again no, this is not sex related. No wait. It actually is. Before you panic and close the window thinking "oh my god I almost watched porn!" Don't. Although this is sex related, it is not porn. Yes, now you're curious. And while curiosity did kill the cat, none of you are cats. So it's fine. Anyway, keep the pussies away- sorry, couldn't help it- and read on!

Several posts ago, I'm not really sure how many, I wrote about what the point was. So you ask, what's the point of this? Okay, maybe you're not asking and I'm just assuming you are, but that's not the point. The point of this, is to tell you what the sex is. What you're about to read could blow your mind, and it's not just because the sex is oral. Okay, so that was a bad sex joke. Anyway, the answer to what the sex is, is really simple. The sex, is that. Yes, it's as simple as that. Or in this case, it's as simple as the sex.

But you get stuck with a problem. When is that the sex and when is that just that? Well, that is the sex when anyone thinks it is. It's because anything might be thought of as the sex. Which is why it's never certain when that is the sex until someone says it is. Not everyone will think whatever that is is the sex though. But it doesn't really matter. I can see how this paragraph and the last one was quite a waste of time, and so not the sex. But someone might think it's the sex, and then it is. See, it's really simple. Boredom can do weird things to your blog posts.

Grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers and make sure to never use the fingers.

2008-01-05T23:00:00.000+08:00

Guai lan central.

Today was a damn funny day. Like seriously I cannot remember a serious moment in this whole day until now when I'm seriously trying to tell you that the whole day was not serious. Started off meeting Geneng and Casey in school. Then came Eunice, Jarrel, Isaac and Aini. Then Ching and finally Tim. Made a whole lot of sex jokes for almost no apparent reason. Guai lan-ed Tim a lot as well, which was really funny. Bangz, your sound effects damn power lah. 6100 series. "Bang bang bang bang. Fuck you uncle."

Then it was town with Geneng. Damn funny because we were randomly guai lan-ing people in the street. Walked around trying to find Geneng's cardigan. He couldn't decide on any, so we went to Mac for dinner-ish. This was just about the funniest meal I've ever had. There was this girl who was working at the Mac. Geneng claimed she had a crush on me, and it was damn funny because of the way she kept walking over. Then there was this one part where she bent over, and Geneng said "why you show your ass to me sial." Freaking funny.

There was this two guys there as well. They were near our table, and one of them was like seriously gay. As in I'll shove my member into your rectum gay. HE LICKED HIS BURGER THREE TIMES SENSUALLY BEFORE EATING IT. And the way he talked was damn funny because of the expressions he shows. Geneng and I then came up with this weird way to see if someone is gay. See if they have big arms. Which led me to say, "that father is gay." Because earlier we saw this father who had a damn fit dragon boater-esque body.

Even our MRT ride home was funny. No, there's nothing sexual in the previous sentence. There was a bug, a guy who was gay but pretended not to be, and a bunch of ah bengs who were fake ah bengs. Oh, and there was an electrocuted lady as well. Haven't laughed as much in a day for too long. Should go out with Geneng more often.

It was a 60 degrees slope. Then szzzzzzzzzzzsh.

2008-01-03T18:46:00.000+08:00

Organised mess V14.7

Okay, after the first two days back in school, it's not too bad a start to yet another school term. Sure, there are some projects to rush and assignments to complete, but nothing beats seeing all my friends again. Also, the Threadless t-shirts came! No, I did not mean that in a sexual way. Anyway stayed in school today to "study". Yesterday was good too. Dinner with the guys and lots of nonsense at CWP. Sebas' "what" was pure win.

And today's bus ride home from CWP was good. Met Ronald who I haven't seen since, wait, I saw him yesterday, but never really talked to him since primary 4. He was like one of my best friends from primary 1 to 4, but somehow things got lost on the way. Anyway, we spent the whole of the 15 minute bus ride trying to share stuff about how our life has been since then. He's in NP too, which is great.

He remembered my surgical scars too. Well, he was kinda involved in the incident that led to the broken bones. Damn those were good times. Okay, so today was quite good, but probably won't be soon. I need to study for the socpsych test tomorrow. Bloody hell. That's the swear word I am by the way. Whatever. It's hardly even a swear word.

I'm on it.

2008-01-01T16:45:00.000+08:00

Blabber blabber.

Well, while I did do a post yesterday, it contained nothing about what happened during the last day of the previous year, and the first day of the new year. So, here goes. Went to school to meet Isaac for radio in the morning. Was late again. Did our work with a lot of funny things happening. Got chased out of the room around 1 because the school was operating on a half day. Played FM with Isaac at cheers till 4-ish I think, before heading back to Woodlands.

Roamed around CWP before Chiang called. He was at Jurong. Then Bgoh called. He was at CWP as well. Met Bgoh, then walked around waiting for Chiang. Chiang came and bought rubber for his hair, not for sex. Bgoh went home, Chiang came over to my place. He washed his hair then we both left for Hendrick's place. Didn't want to stayover at first because my Mum didn't want me to stay up through the night. I had gone about 5 days without sleep before this, and a blood vessel in my left eye burst. No, it did not hurt. But my eyes keep tearing every now and then which makes me look like some crying fag. But, I stayed in the end to countdown and play Mass Effect. Left Hendrick's place at around 6-ish in the morning.

Got home, took panadol and some leftover wine and died on my bed. Woke up, and now I'm typing this. I still feel extremely stoned now, like I had spent the whole night beating a donkey until it could convince farmers that it was actually a mule. If the previous sentence didn't make sense to you, don't worry. It doesn't make sense to me either. But that's beside the point. And while I would be inclined to start looking at what's at the side of every bush I see, I probably wouldn't. There's another sentence that didn't really make sense. But does it matter? Will I remember typing this when I wake up hungover, half-naked and clingfoiled to a lampost in Orchard? Was it smart to go into a gay bar and flirt to get free drinks? Did any of this really happen? Do garden gnomes pretend to be Santa's mini-me? Faggot? Was that last one a jibe at the gay bar? Will I regret staying up when all the blood vessels in my eyes burst? Am I really Indian?

No answer. Just blabber, blabber.

2007-12-31T22:50:00.000+08:00

2007 wrapped up.

What has happened for me in the year 2007? Well I can't really remember everything. But, I reckon I've blogged about almost everything that has happened, there really isn't a point. I could open all my old post, then slowly and painfully copy and paste stuffs, but there's no fun in that. Instead, I will talk about things that didn't happen, and then try to make them happen in 2008. But, there are a few things that have happened that I must talk about, and that's my list of twelve things to do in 2007. Coincidentally, the things that didn't happen come from that list as well. However confusing this introduction was, sit back and grab some antidote while I lay out this bag of snakes for you.

Okay, the list can actually be found on the right side of my blog somewhere. Out of the twelve shit I set for myself to do, I only managed to do four. While some would argue that having sex with four Indians in a year is quite good, that only works out to be sex with an Indian every three months. However, the shit in question is not, in fact, Indians. Anyway, here are the ones I've done.

Gain five kilograms. Cook an exotic dish. Cheer Manchester United on to the treble. Live. First one was easy. Hopefully more muscle than fat. Second one was done quite quickly after setting it. Help from Mum and Dad. Third one was easy as well, with many sleepless nights the only bane. Last one was good, considering the oil lamp curse, hungry ghost festival flag and hell notes ashes stamping.

With eight more still undone, I have no choice but to carry them onto 2008, and then supplement it with another three to make twelve for 2008. I know, there seems to be something wrong with my math. But, one completed item has to appear for 2008 as well. Here goes.

1. Dine and dash

They say there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, so I'd probably try this during dinnertime. It's not too hard. Find a restaurant that I've never eaten in before, and would likely not eat there ever again. Have my dinner there, look to foot the bill, then run like my life depended on it. What happens if I get caught? Well, let's not think about the negatives.

2. Save up money for my own trip overseas.

Excluding last year when I didn't go abroad, my previous lonesome trips out of the country have been fully sponsored by my Dad. This year however, I will be looking to pay for a trip myself. Preferred destination would be Morocco, which is a French speaking nation.

3. Learn the basics of a foreign language.

What language you ask? Well, French is the obvious choice. My hormones are not the only reason I'd base my decision on. Most of the countries I want to visit have natives who speak French. So learning the language will obviously help when I'm traveling to those countries. See No. 4.

4. Write my way into a local newspaper.

Easiest way would be through The Straits Times forum section. But then again, things are never as easy as they sound. I'll just have to keep writing and submitting and hopefully, within the year, they will be publishing.

5. Master astral travel.

The dreams I've had so far have been pretty awesome, but it would be more so if I could have complete control. Somebody pissed me off? Just enter a dream and beat them senseless. Can't find a solution to some problem that's bugging me? Just astrally project myself and dream up a solution. The possibilities are endless.

6. Race hamsters.

For many generations, we humans have found many uses for our furry friends. Hamsters, as pets, have been used to provide emotional comfort to its owners. Grab a bunch of hamsters and a lot of gears, and you can generate enough energy to power almost any everyday item. Need to cut down a tree but your chainsaw is out of gas? Just strap your hamster and gear contraption to your chainsaw and you're good to go. Anyway, I'm thinking that hamsters, like horses, can be raced. No jockeys are needed, and the hamsters still get to have silly out-of-this-world names that the thoroughbred horses have

7. Find my significant other.

Barring a two week-fling two years ago, which seriously can't be counted, I've never really been in a serious relationship before. If finding my other half is trial and error, then this is the year I start trialling. If what they say about what's behind every successful man is true, then I'd better start looking. Sharpish. I for one would very much like to be a successful man.

8. Score a goal from the halfway line.

If David Beckham and Xabi Alonso can do it, then so can I.

9. Get the IVP jacket for track.

This is the real reason why I joined track. Not CCA points. Not passion for running or any weird thing like that. Jacket. That's it.

10. Not be emo at any point of time.

Too many emo moments in 2007. Need to cut down on that snag stuff and be more happy. After all, it is in my name.

11. Spend more time with my family.

Too little time spent with family this year. I must be more attuned to them and not moan about my mum not caring and stuff. Okay, I was kidding all of the time, but what the hell.

12. Live

Yes, even if it's by an inch, by a hair, or by any other random metaphorical depiction there is for just hanging in there. Seeing the number of daft things I tend to get up to, making it to the end of the year alive seems like a pretty good shout for a resolution.

I can't believe I'm staying at Hendrick's place till next year. The year has been great to me, lots of new friends which are the best part of life, and I have much more to look forward to in 2008. I'm sure. Not sarcastic.

End of the year is the sex!

2007-12-30T15:23:00.000+08:00

This dream is over.

Went shopping with Choon and Chiang yesterday. Well, more of with Choon than Chiang, because Chiang only met us at Bugis after work. Anyway, on the bus ride to Bugis, Choon and I saw this sign. The following exchange made Choon give me the "go die" face.

Me: Deh, 7 riders died on this road in 2007.

Choon: Yeah, I saw the sign.

Me: Why the hell were they having sex in the middle of the road?

Choon: Maybe not that kind of ride.

Me: I'm sure.

Anyway, got to Bugis, met Chiang who stole $10 from Choon, then left to get his haircut. Choon and I went to start shopping first. Walked for like god knows how long before finally getting my jeans. Went to Burger King to be emo while waiting for Chiang to meet us again. Chiang came, then we went to get Choon's bag. Met Chiang's family who gave us a ride home. No, I did not mean that in the sexual way.

Went to Hendrick's house after stoning at home for awhile. Watched ManUtd lose to West Ham, and I have to say ManUtd played damn bad. Played Mass Effect till 7-ish in the morning before going home. Okay, now that I've covered all that shit up, let's move on to something more serious. And by covering all that shit up, I did not mean putting a blanket over a whole bunch of Indians.

It's probably old news by now, so I'm sure most of you have heard about the assassination of the former prime minister of Pakistan, Benazir Bhutto. Whilst there are a million and one ways to make fun of her name, I'm not going to do that. What I am going to do, is say why she isn't fit to be elected as prime minister anyway.

Okay, you get threats from a bully saying if you go to the playground to play, he'll beat you up. So naturally you avoid the playground. One, is probably because you're scared. Another thing, it shows you're smart as well. Bhutto got her warning from the terrorists. But she went all "I won't be cowed into hiding" and gave public speeches anyway. She scored 10 out of 10 for bravery, and 10 out of 10 for stupidity. Not exactly the lethal combination you'd want the person leading your country to have. If she couldn't keep herself alive, what's to say she could keep the country alive?

How could she have been smarter? Well, she could have easily set up public stages around with large projector screens and send a live feed of her giving a speech in the comfort and, more importantly, safety of her own home. Sure, there would still be the odd few who would fire a few shots at those screens, and then blow themselves up for good measure. But at least it'll be a dead projector rather than a dead body. Bhutto was assassinated because she was too proud. Pride comes before a fall, and she fell just about the hardest anyone could fall.

What does all this mean for us? Nothing, except for the fact that we can no longer make fun of her name and still feel at ease. But, we can learn something from this. One, it's okay to be a coward, because cowards usually stay alive. Two, when people say you're a coward, you can defend yourself by saying "I wasn't scared. I was being smart." And lastly, before you name your children, check to see what their name means in whatever language people in your general region speaks.

It's nice to greet you with an interrupted stride.

2007-12-29T00:13:00.000+08:00

Running off the mouth.

Was supposed to meet Geneng, Aini, Audrey and Casey in school today at 10. Ended up only reaching at 10.50 or so. They had to do their radio thing, so I just tagged along. Spent quite a while trying to get the computer to work. In the end all it needed was the flick of some switch. But, we got chased out of the room because some other people needed it for lessons or something.

Anyway, we used another room, and we managed to more or less finish the work. Or at least Geneng, Casey, Aini and Audrey did. I forgot to call Isaac yesterday, and only realised that this morning. Sorry bangz. The rest of them helped me come up with a concept, and after snagging the appropriate sounds, we left. Aini went to the library to do writcomm, while Geneng left to meet his friend for pool. I, bussed back home.

Stoned at home from then on, playing FM and watching movies. I slept at some point too, but I can't really remember when. Woke up at around 8.30 to dinner, then it was more FM after that. I've been feeling quite hangover-ish of late, and I didn't even drink that much at all. Or maybe I did, but can't remember doing so because I feel hangover-ish. Whatever it is though, I'll probably not be doing any drinking until New Year's eve. Then again, that's not very far away.

It's like trying to save the ice cube from the cold.

2007-12-27T21:55:00.000+08:00

Organised mess 14.6

Woke up this morning feeling quite stoned. Was very tired from yesterday's "class" outing. Less than half the class turned up for it. Lunch, then movie. We watched I Am Legend. It was freaking good. Will Smith acted damn well in it, and the storyline was awesome. Played basketball in jeans and slippers at the basketball court near Bgoh's place. It was a fun day spent with alot of people whom I haven't seen in awhile. Especially Ganneh. Freaking porn guy. Whip of pain some more. Anyway, ManUtd beat Sunderland 4-0. Chelsea and Arsenal both drew their games, while Liverpool managed a win. So now ManUtd is leading the league by a point.

Okay, back to today. Breakfast was prata with Bro and Sis. Then I went to Steve's place for lunch before meeting with Syida, Lance and Josh. Was supposed to pass them their presents, but I left their presents at Steve's place. Anyway, we had dinner at IMM, then there was a wrestling match between Lance and Josh. Somehow I became the referee. Bussed back and now I'm typing this.

I feel like I've been very idle this holidays. I have not done any research for writcomm, I have not gone to snag the radio files, and I have not done the IAC stuffs as well. But, I'm going to school tomorrow to get the radio files. Still there's a bit of guilt about how lazy I've been during the holidays, but I can't really help it. There's just no mood to be working during the holidays. Okay, I just made it through a whole post without cracking a single joke. This by itself should warrant some sort of award or commendation. I probably won't get either though, so I should crack a joke. Here goes.

From a passenger ship, one can see a bearded man on a small island who is desperately waving his hands about. "Who is that?" A passenger asks the captain. The captain replies, "I have no idea. Every year when we pass, he goes crazy."

The pen owns the sword in the mighty-meter.

2007-12-25T22:02:00.000+08:00

Jingle bells.

Okay, this, was last year's Christmas post. Alot has happened since. Going through one year meant making more friends, which inevitably lead to the need to buy more presents. This isn't a complaint though. Friends are probably the main reason I've been able to get through most of the nonsense that has happened this year. No, I will not go into a whole rant about stuff that has happened this year, that's for the New Year post. I will instead just take Christmas as Christmas, and type about the fun shit I got around to doing today. No, I did not have sex with a bunch of entertaining Indians.

Okay, woke up in the morning to breakfast prepared by my Dad. Watched TV and just lazed about till 1-ish. Went to my Dad's friend's place for lunch. Food was awesome. Several rounds of wine and whiskey followed. Watched some weird Christmas themed movie which title avoids my memory now. Something about getting home in time for Christmas or something like that. Anyway, weird movie notwithstanding, the visit was quite fun as there was this really interesting little boy there. Like some hyperactive elf or something.

Back home, and I played FM till about 6-ish. Then Megan and her family came over for dinner with us. Food was awesome again. Champagne was brought out as well. Then while we're all slightly intoxicated, we indulged in some karaoke. While your imagination struggles to picture me holding a mike and belting out tunes, the whole thing was actually quite fun. In fact, it's still going on now, and will probably carry on for quite awhile. Anyway, before dinner started, I was talking with Megan, and there's yet another amusing nugget of conversation that really just made my toes laugh. She was trying to show me the new wallet she got as a gift from her mum.

Megan: *Brandishes wallet about* Eh, look at my wallet. LV leh, can you beat that. *Keeps wallet back in bag*

Me: Take it out, eh take it out.

Megan: No, I'm not going to let you hit my wallet.

Me: Then why did you ask if I could beat it?

Megan: I didn't mean it that way. When you were like "take it out, take it out" I knew what you wanted to do lah. "Take it out" my foot ah.

Me: But you don't keep it in your foot what.

Okay, it's a good thing I can remember all these conversations. It shows that my memory is improving. ish. Anyway, I think it's going to be my turn for karaoke again. Singing is not a strong point of anybody in my house right now. It's getting really amusing, but karaoke is just pure win. So while I go make a fool of myself for however much of Christmas is left, it's Merry Christmas to all of you who are not enjoying yourselves and are reading this post instead. Please stop reading this, and freaking go crazy.

I didn't rob a bank because you made up the law.

2007-12-24T17:46:00.000+08:00

You just do as you're told.

The weekend was gay. Couldn't stay at home because of the faggot painters who came to paint my house. How do I know they are gay? Well a whole bunch of guys huddling together on a lorry speaks for itself. So this automatically lumps the lion dance troupes into the gay bracket as well. And no, that is not a bracket that goes for other brackets.

Anyway, I roamed the streets during Saturday, thinking how to kill time and not get blood on my shirt. Shopped around for presents. Yes, you people can expect presents soon-ish, hopefully I didn't forget about anybody. Okay, after shopping and whatnot, I had to find a place to stay. Had to settle for Megan's place because nobody else volunteered their house. I am emo now. Okay, maybe not. Watched the Arsenal v Tottenham game. Robbie Keane can go die. The commentator was like "Robbie Keane does not miss." Then Almunia saves the bloody weak penalty.

Woke up on Sunday and I almost couldn't recognize where I was. Met the family minus my Sis at the hotel and had breakfast with them. Went for more shopping after that because I didn't finish getting everything on Saturday. Caught a few weird people carolling in CWP. Stoned around CWP till about 5-ish before I went to Hendrick's place. Stayed over because the painters were still at my place. Watched ManUtd beat Everton 2-1. Ronaldo is now top-scorer. Played Mass Effect and FM. Went back home around 8-ish. Painters finished at like 11-ish the night before.

I woke up today at around 12. Family should have been home already, but they weren't, so I called them. Turns out they went for a movie, and will have some buffet thing after that. Went to zham ball with the guys. Played with a group of small boys from god knows where. Tim and Ganneh didn't come, the faggots. Late lunch with Bez, Chao Yi and Choon. Went for bubble tea with them as well, then bussed back and I'm typing this now. My house is mine again! And now it's a weird mix of green and cream here and there.

Just as a child of ten might act, but you're far too old.

2007-12-21T23:05:00.000+08:00

Come dance while I'm getting free.

Today was yet another fun, family-filled day. Parents took another day of leave from work. Badminton at the SMRT sports club with the whole family. Then it was pool at the club as well, and an early dinner at Vivo. Ate at Mussel Guys because I have not ever had to pay to eat there before. Food was good, all the chefs were still there, and since it was like 5-ish, there was no crowd. Talked with the owner as well and got a free seafood platter out of it. Dad said I should have extorted more.

Rest of family went home while I made my way to Megan's place. Second dinner for the day which was gay. We were talking while watching this weird movie on Disney Channel. Sky High or something. And, this part of the conversation just took the cake.

Megan: Eh, you're too funny lah.

Me: Nah, I'm just funny enough.

Anyway, went back home and now I'm feeling damn bored and typing this post. I am going to be homeless tomorrow and Sunday. Painters coming to invade my house. Sis is going to stay at her friend's place, and my parents and my brother are staying at a hotel. Can a kind soul please volunteer to keep me for two days? I swear I am toilet trained, and will only turn violent under the influence of alcohol. Or maybe half violent since I'm only part Indian. Like I might just swear and spew threats waving a knife about, but not really doing anything I say. I feel so safe that I'm Indian and can say these things with no repercussions. Unless my Dad reads it. But then again, my mum's racist and he married her, so go figure.

Walk around in circles, meet Japanese girls.