Pitter Patter, it’s raining

It’s been aeons since I last updated and so many things have occured though many were insignificant.  I think I’ve unofficially retired from the clubbing scene.  The last time I went was with Terence to Zirca and he had a terrible hang over the morning after and vowed never to drink more than a glass of housepour ever again (like that will happen).  I don’t have the urge to go clubbing anymore and it just isn’t as fun as it used to be.

I’m currently holding an 8am to 5pm appointment, so I’ve been really free these past few weeks and this will continue all the way till September.  I can go out on weeknights while most of my poor peers are behind fences with barbed wire atop.  On Monday, I had dinner with Vernon, Xuehu and Terence at The Soup Spoon and some drinks at Starbaucks thereafter.  Terence was in a bad mood because he had to recourse and he wented to release his frustration.  Haha.  He’s still complaining about his Medical Officer.  I don’t think he’s going to stop until he gets posted out of his course.  Tuesday, I went to the movies with Jing Cheng, Carol and Kum Boon to watch The Taking of Pelham 123.  It’s the best show I’ve watched in these two months.  There seems to be a lack of quality films in the theatre this summer.  Yesterday, I met up with Vernon and Terence to keep Xuehu company while waiting for his bridges to return after the National Day Parade rehearsal so that he can dismantle them.  It’s quite retarded to think that he had to spend the whole day there just to assemble the bridges and dismantle them after the rehearsal.  We had ice cream and talked a whole lot of rubbish.  After that, Terence and I went to Vivocity to have dinner with Ian at Modestos.  His wonderful parents treated us.  We watched Transformers after dinner and Ian’s mum was so kind to send me home as the movie ended near midnight.  I think the movie was not as bad as I expected it to be, but I still insist that it is highly over-rated.  The plot is weak and the movie is only getting this much attention because of its huge budget, Megan Fox, people’s childhood memories of watching the Transformers cartoon and Steven Spielberg.

Today, I lazed around in the morning and got irritated by my Indian neighbours playing their Indian music and singing.  Do they think they’re in Bollywood?!  I celebrated Chia Hao’s birthday together with Wilson at Swensen’s and we had ice cream cake and ice cream.  I think I’m going to become obese soon.  I’ve been eating and munching without doing much exercise and this reminds me of the number of durians I ate on Friday.  I better start jogging every day.

There’s a thunderstorm going on just outside my window, yet I feel so calm and warm in my room.  I love it when it rains (of course only when I’m indoors).  This reminds me of that dreadful time when my tent was flooded due to a torrential downpour and I was completely drenched.  I think I’m being totally random.  I have put up a few photos in this post, the rest are on facebook.

Annoyed

I’m ultra pissed right now.  It’s my last weekend that I get to return from exile island and I thought I could get some peace, but guess what?  The bloody people who did not realise that the world is overpopulated and conceived me, yes my F**king parents, have got me all hot and flustered.  First of all, I told them that I would be back at 8pm but there was nobody home when I returned at 8.30pm.  My freaking mum, who is extremely paranoid about people breaking into our house, doesn’t allow me to bring the house keys to exile island.  Thus, I had to wait for them to come home to open the god-damn door.  Next, my parents got my house repainted even though it has only been a year since we moved in just after it was built.  This resulted in the big huge mess that is surrounding me right now and I have to clear this mess which I didn’t create.  I want to strangle them NOW!  

On the brighter side of things, I’m graduating from exile island on tuesday and will be getting a week and a half long holiday.

Short Weekend

I’m going back to exile island in about an hour’s time, even though I just returned from there at 11am yesterday.  I had to stay back to go to the gym because I didn’t pass IPPT on Monday, but I did pass on Wednesday.  Although I had successfully cleared the IPPT on Wednesday, I was forced to stay behind due to the inflexibility over there.  I spent the whole day fermenting at home yesterday while keeping myself updated on Ugly Betty.

Today, I went to the crappiest sale of my life.  The Club21 sale.  It was just horrible.  The selection of men’s clothes and apparel there were just simply pathetic.  The prices were low, but the goods weren’t worth purchasing.  I felt embarrassed to be spotted at such a sale.  I was with two friends I made on exile island.  We couldn’t take it anymore, so we hopped onto a cab to Orchard.  I didn’t buy anything because there wasn’t much that caught my attention.  However, it was rather fun window shopping at the high-end boutiques which we obviously could not afford with our meagre “allowance”.  Lunch at Sushi Tei was lovely.  I gotta go now or I’ll be late for that diesel-stinking boat.

A Friend Who Desires Prostitution

  I have been completely neglecting this blog.  Perhaps it’s because I’m allowed access to a computer only on weekends or maybe because I don’t know what’s “legal” to write about and what’s not.  I really adore that organisation (which I shall not mention lest I get into trouble) that prohibits one’s function of a normal life.  I shall talk about a friend of mine since I do not intend to break the regulations by this so-called organisation that I now serve under.

  Apparently, I have a friend who doesn’t see what’s wrong with prostitution.  It (it is not an animal, even though it has sex like one, but it is my friend) claims that it doesn’t see why it should not get paid for casual sex since it is already doing it.  I’m extremely disappointed and disgusted with it.  If it is reading it and actually knows that I’m referring to it, I hope that it will change it’s ways and put a halt to all this crap.  What’s wrong with prostitution?  WHAT’S WRONG WITH PROSTITUTION?!  It’s about one’s morals.  If one engages in sex just for the money, one is lower than an animal (even animals select their mates, by the way, humans are technically animals too) because one becomes just like a dummy one can buy from a shop on the first floor of lucky plaza.  Anyway, this friend of mine needs help and I seriously do not know how to help it.  I cannot believe that I actually have a wh*re as a friend who is almost a total failure in life.  It is somebody my mother would ask me to disassociate myself from if she knew about it’s activities.

Back

I have abandoned my blog for nearly an entire month.  I’ve been rather lethargic and my weekends are usually spent doing other things, so I’ve been neglecting my little space here where I type.  I’ll come up with a proper post tmr, the day after or the day after that.  It’s a long weekend and I got to book out at noon today.  I spent some time with Chia How and Wilson before having dinner and supper with Mong and XY.  The army isn’t so bad as some people describe it.  Maybe it’s because I’m in a “welfare” company or it’s just one’s own perception.  I’ll be enjoying this rare LONG weekend!

Vanished

My birthday’s gone and I’ve celebrated it.  Now it’s time for me to disappear for two weeks.  Don’t miss me too much, ok?

Karma

I’m going to return that mobile phone I found tomorrow.  Yishuang suggested two ways of returning it.  One is to hand it over to the police and the other is to pass it to starhub.  I think the phone’s either cursed or I’ve collected a lot of bad karma.  Yesterday was supposed to be a wonderful day of cycling in the day and clubbing at Zouk in the night.  However, I ended up limping around like a handicap.  I wasn’t careful and went off the cycling track and fell.  To make things worse, Yishuang crashed into me from behind because of her delayed reaction.  She was unscathed, while I was left with wounds on my right knee, foot and palm.  We had cycled from East Coast to Changi and there was no way I was going to walk all the way back so I called a taxi to bring us back.  We had actually planned to cycle the whole Park Connector Network (PCN) route.  Luckily my dad was rollerblading at East Coast so I could take a lift home.  I couldn’t go to Zouk in such a state so I had dinner with Vernon, Fabian, Xuehu and Terence.  Terence and Fabian then came over to my house for a sleepover.  I contributed a lot to the economy yesterday because I took a total of four taxi rides.  I think I’ll have to idle around the whole week at home until I have to return to school when the results are released.  This is such a fantastic way to spend my remaining days of freedom.

Pensive

Recently or rather these three days, I’ve been quite lucky.  I won a substantial amount of money the past two days playing mahjong which is more than enough to buy that River Island shirt I was eyeing the other day.  I decided not to play mahjong today because it seems excessive that one should spend his time gambling for three consecutive days. Luck came in the form of a mobile phone on the ground.  That was the beginning of a series of actions in which I am currently evaluating within the capacity of my skull.  To be precise, that was not the actual beginning.  I had seen the phone fall out of the pocket of the poor boy’s pants.  I was walking across the road when I saw two boys riding a bicycle towards my direction on the opposite end of the road.  I noticed clearly with my very own eyes the phone dropping out of the Malay boy’s back pocket.  My first reaction was to continue walking and observe if the boy had realised what had happened.  I felt that it would be silly of me to attempt to stop a bicycle cycling  halfway across the road.  I crossed to the other side of the road and halted as I approached the phone on the ground.  I was hesitant, wondering what to do next.  I looked around me and discovered that the people who had crossed the road together with me did not notice the phone and the two boys had already cycled too far a distance for me to call out to them.  Furthermore, that would look stupid.  I cautiously picked up the phone and stared at it.  As I had expected, it was not something I would use myself.  It was a pathetic Samsung two megapixel phone which was in a very worn condition with the paint at the corners scratched off.  I wondered how much the phone would be worth if I sold it to a second-hand dealer, then I thought about my moral obligations as an upright citizen of our glorious nation.  How would I feel if I had lost my phone?  Wouldn’t I be cursing the person who didn’t return it to me?  However, the devil repossessed my mind again by implanting the thought of how troublesome it would be for me to meet this person just to return him his phone.  I turned off the phone.  

I was still on my way home when I decided to turn on the phone and await for the boy to call me.  Alas, there was a password for the phone to be fully functional.  It was the boy’s demise that he had placed a password to lock his phone and prevented a fickle person like me from returning it to him.  Perhaps it was the higher being/s manner of punishing me for even harbouring such sinful thoughts in the first place.  A pang of guilt permeated my soul.  But just as guilt ran through my veins, loathsome thoughts pervaded my mind.  I wondered that maybe it was a blessing in disguise that the boy was looking for, this might be the most appropriate reason for him to get a new phone.  However, my conscience was still intact and I surmised that he would probably be disciplined by his parents all because of me.  

After my lunch, I started on the pile of laundry that I had not ironed for two weeks.  Possibly it was my way of repenting for lazing around these few months before my enlistment and for knowingly taking away somebody’s possession by doing the things I ought to do.  Honestly, I do not comprehend the depths of my soul very well and cannot conclude that I did that out of repentance.  It could be that I did not want to collect bad karma that would result in poor A level results.  Yes, I can tell that all this sounds absurd, but life is complicated yet beneath all these complications, there is no meaning.  Everything is meaningless, even these words that I am typing.  Words are just names we created ourselves for the matter that surrounds us.   That is what I’ve concluded.  There are no real goals, maybe we are all just pets under the care of higher authority that we do not see.  However, it is only natural and instinctive of us to just carry on living and do what we are “supposed” to do.  Only because we are human, we think too much and wonder what meaning there is to life.  Meaning itself is meaningless and if you ever think about such things, you would just go in a roundabout motion and perhaps even end up in an asylum.  That is conceivably why religion was created with it’s purpose of pacifying such unanswerable thoughts.

I think I’ve droned on for a tad too long already.  Anyway, I’ve to give tuition in half an hour’s time and I shall end my mad thoughts here.  I’m finally getting my first month’s pay for tuition today!

Stormy Sunday

  Usually, Sundays (to me) are sizzling and really drowsy.  However, today it is vastly different.  There’s a torrential downpour happening just outside my window and I got drenched in it just a while ago.  I was buying lunch and my favourite tapioca cake from the pasar malam right beside heartland mall and was returning when the stygian clouds began tearing.  Anyway, I didn’t really end up getting totally soaked because the rain had only just commenced, but the walk from heartland mall to my house is rather far because my house is kinda smacked in the middle of this estate.

  Before I go on describing the events that have happened this week, I would like to apologise to my dear friend Yishuang.  I’ve pang seh her twice if my memory is correct and I’m truly sorry for causing her displeasure.  Sorry!  

  I can’t exactly remember everything that has happened in sequence.  I remember I played mahjong on two days and Chia How came to my house to play PS3 on Wednesday.  I can’t recall if I went to Xiuru’s house this past week or the previous one.  Her nephew, Cassius, is adorable but a small little brute.  He engages in violent activities.  Haha.  Maybe that has something to do with his name.  I wikied “Cassius” and found that Cassius was one of the people who conspired in the assasination of Julius Caesar.  He had a tragic ending after he lost a battle.  

  I had the most activities lined up on Friday.  First, I went shopping with Chia How at Vivocity.  Then I had dinner with the Power clique at Tony Roma’s.  It has been quite awhile since I met some of them.  After that, Nono, Xy and I went to Kbox for overnight karaoke.  Haha.  It was fun!  We didn’t want to waste money on cab fare so we sat on the benches around the Fountain of Wealth and waited for 6am to arrive.  I slept for 12 hours after that.  This is such a unhealthy lifestyle.  I mentioned in my last post that I would talk about the tree climbing day I had two weeks ago, but I’m too lazy to talk about it now so just check out the photos on facebook.  It was quite retarded. 

By the way, Slumdog Millionaire is a really good show.  It’s slightly humorous, sad and heartwarming.  Don’t watch New In Town, it sucks.

Ominous Presence in the Air

Just in case you didn’t know, today is Friday the 13th.  There will be another Friday the 13th next month, a day after I enlist into the army.   Since I have some time before I go out to meet Fabian and Terence whom has just been released from his two weeks of confinement, I shall blog.  It has not been a good day at all.  I can’t exactly say it has been a bad day either, but I have been feeling terrible.  Xiuru feels the same too.  Her sentiments might be the result of her illness though. For me, I have been feeling like this since I found out something horrible last night.  I woke up extremely late today at about 1pm because I had been watching dramas and an old film, Indecent Proposal, the previous night. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I love listening to dispiriting songs these days that emanates my sorrow.  I remember times when I was younger that I thoroughly enjoyed listening to light-hearted songs like those from S Club. It’s kinda embarrassing to mention that but it’s a fact and I won’t shy away from it.  However, I don’t like happy songs nowadays.  Wilson occasionally sends me such songs and I would just leave them in “My Received Files” or delete them.  I feel like a sorry miniature person within.  I hope this unhappiness in the marrow of my soul would just vacate.

On a less depressing tone, Kelly Clarkson has a new single!  It’s called My Life Would Suck Without You.  It was No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 on it’s second and third week on the chart.  I think it sounds rather pleasant and it seems like she’s making a comeback from her flop-of-an-album My December.  She looks so relaxed now and she doesn’t look like she’s trying to hard to be a rocker-chick anymore.  I’ll probably buy her album which is due for release next month. Check out her video for her new single below.  I went to Pasir Ris Park yesterday and I’ll probably write about that another day.