To begin with, I'm typing on the laptop belonging to my brother. What you'll notice as a consequence is that I will have very little s-es cause his s button is spoilt and I have to copy paste the s-es which is irritating. That last sentence (and this also) has been super tedious to type. My post today will be a real literary challenge, and it will not be long either cause I'm not that amazing with words. And I can't use the words is, was, has and many other basic words. Or the plural form.
Y'know I ever read that an author wrote a book without the letter E in it at all. Word count, 30,000. Pretty brilliant, I can't imagine doing a book like that. I truggle to think up of even one entence without the letter E, pectacular.
Tiring week. Badminton, rugby, rugby and more rugby. Owning, but very painful. I'm aching and rigid all over. And I am part of the BBBB. Bukit Batok Burden Backline. Epic phail in the match, and youtube-worthy cock-up by two people =D. Good training the day before, and fun. I did too much tackling and injured the part of my body around my neck, above the arm, which bear the weight of the world. Pretty on form tackling the whole week, yet no help in the match, not much point really. But ouch. Need a good and lengthy time-out to recuperate. Today however I'm going out to play pool/lan and eat prata and ton with the comm.
I intend to train in the remaining holiday. Probably 8 x 100m everyday? Hopefully. Wonder if my body can hold up. Apart from that I want to watch Australia. (I can't paraphrase the titles of books and movies =/) And I thought the 2nd part of Red Cliff woulda come out in december but apparently not. Maybe Cape No. 7? Probably not, mebbe watch it online. No money. Every dollar I got I throw into my never-ending appetite for literature. Oh yeah, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Intend to watch that to. Recently procured 2 Neil Gaiman bookz. Amazing author, kinda like Terry Pratchett without the crazy humour. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I got for $20. Quite a bargain (hardcover) by my reckoning. Not exactly contemplative fiction, but enjoyable. I got other bookz, but they're not of much import. Oh book 2 of Wheel of Time. I have got 2/12 bookz of the thing. Waiting expectantly for the final book to be out.
I'm now into rock. Aerosmith. Pink Floyd. Rolling stones. Imba crap. Dream On - Aerosmith. Another Brick In The Wall - Pink Floyd. Paint It Black - Rolling stones. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd. Totally owning. The new GnR album ain't all that great, I think. Too much hype, maybe. The burden of expectation.
Bookz moviez muzik. Rugby. Church. Life of a LB indeed. No chix or love life to talk about. Holy crap I looked out of my window and a black thing plummeted down into the ground. Mighta been a birdie. Which ain't good. (for it) Or litter, which ain't good. (for me) I might get pelted by crap like that while walking under my block, how terrifying. Anyway back on track, my life iz a total bore, apart from the random black thing dropping out of the sky. Very tempting. Very tempting indeed.
Right I'm quitting, typing without s-es iz laboriouz and torturouz. And ahah a not-so-lengthy post, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Au revoir. (Ciao is not half as cool after I realized it mean something along the lines of "I am your slave." ?!?!?!?!?! Vhut da?) Cheerio.
Saturday, 13 December 2008
Monday, 8 December 2008
I Saw The Invisible Man.
Amazing but true, I have seen the invisible man. Not really a man, but a bear actually. Truth: My Gray Bear has become invisible ever since I started thinking of replacing my handicapped Red Bear with it. It has mysteriously disappeared. I henceforth name my Gray Bear, Dorian Gray.
Alright yesterday I made a huge conquest. I went to Suntec and Harris had a sale of 20% for all english books, actually I don't know if it's just Harris or all popular outlets, gonna check it out later. And it's from the 6-8th of december. Cool shite right? It's a TRIUMPH of me over probability, what are the odds of me stumbling upon a sale that lasts 3 days? And also, veritably a TRIUMPH of me over the market forces. When prices go up, book prices go down. (for me)
I also went to church, and the only person I saw whom I knew, was Guan -.- Haven't talked to her in a while, ditto the gang. Which, you know, was kind of inevitable and in fact foreseen from the start, but it's still sad anyways. If we could only recapture the innocence of those days.
Well I guess that's applicable to anyone, for almost any group of friends.
Right badminton now, continue later in the night. Until then, tata.
Alright yesterday I made a huge conquest. I went to Suntec and Harris had a sale of 20% for all english books, actually I don't know if it's just Harris or all popular outlets, gonna check it out later. And it's from the 6-8th of december. Cool shite right? It's a TRIUMPH of me over probability, what are the odds of me stumbling upon a sale that lasts 3 days? And also, veritably a TRIUMPH of me over the market forces. When prices go up, book prices go down. (for me)
I also went to church, and the only person I saw whom I knew, was Guan -.- Haven't talked to her in a while, ditto the gang. Which, you know, was kind of inevitable and in fact foreseen from the start, but it's still sad anyways. If we could only recapture the innocence of those days.
Well I guess that's applicable to anyone, for almost any group of friends.
Right badminton now, continue later in the night. Until then, tata.
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Where Did The Cat Go?
Aite, it seems to be out of the bag. What a minor blip in my otherwise perfect world =/ I hope what it seems to be is not in fact the truth but only a slight bending of the reality that is. This is me using even more cheem english than I normally do, cause some people said my blog uses impressive english. Wow @ the compliment, it inflates my already unbearable ego.
Significant Things Which Have Happened Since My Last Post
Well, there was the match against ACS(I). Now that is an experience I shudder to recall. I got pwned, so well, no good memories there. They totally outclassed us.
There is today, where I finally moved my rear off my computer chair to go look for a job, hopefully we'll clinch it. I have no plans to waste my holidays at home. Also went to Taka to find benny and ho tat, they are deprived and desperate already, poor terrible little boys.
There is my going to a proper lan shop for the first time in months and feeling so proud of myself for owning, or at least for not being owned.
Then there is, of course, my hong kong trip. Actually this post would have been a short one, and nobody would have to complain. Too bad I'm going to include the details of my trip, if only so that next time I can read it to remind myself of the experience. It was a fun trip, I did much more than when I went 2 years ago. What amazes me is how I felt so mature 2 years ago, when I went there on my own. I realize I was only 14, but I felt so self-important and thought I was so mature. Pretty unbelievable that I was there on my own for 10 days, at 14.
Well, this time when I went to hong kong I was determined to shop. Cause I realized it was a golden opportunity unlike any I would ever have. Selfishly, I knew that my uncle would sponsor quite a bit of my shopping, which he did. Of course, he is a blessed man who blesses others, and he actually gave me 2000 hongky dollars to shop with. Cool shite. I spent quite alot of time wandering about causeway bay cause I kept getting lost. I was trying my bestest to find the bus interchange without consulting the map no matter which part of causeway bay I was at, so I spent alot of time walking around. The weather is fantastic so walking was fine, and rather enjoyable.
I bought lots of stuff at times square, cause I'm not really the flea market kind of person and I feel more at home at major shopping centres than struggling through the human tide within dark crowded alleys. I also went to factory outlets to check it out and bought some stuff there too. I also spent a considerable amount of money on food. The food there is excellent, as is the service. It seems to me that the service staff there are infinitely better than those in Singapore, as they're neither too pushy nor too indifferent. Perfect balance I think. Or maybe that's just the "Grass is greener on the other side" syndrome.
More on their food. I recalled a wanton mee shop that sold amazing noodles and dessert. So I spent one of my afternoons searching for it. In the end I drifted out of the area and ate at a little noodle shop which made veli nice soyabean. I probably can't find that shop again if I wanted to. Anyhow, some days later I managed to find the famous wanton mee shop and it was worth the search.
What is more noteworthy is that I had 2 of my most expensive meals ever, in hong kong. The first and foremost was on my second last night there, which was tuesday I think. It was in a crazily high-class restaurant which was open above a french boutique, agnès b. I probably didn't recognize three quarters of the menu. Well, all the dishes were in french, with short english descriptions. I didn't get most of the descriptions anyway. I'm a neighborhood coffeeshop kind of guy. Throw linguini, carbonara, bolognese, escargot, mousse, souffle, ratatouille, hors d'oeuvre (no idea how to spell or pronounce that) and a host of other such words at me and I'll go, huh? So yeah, I went for the one thing that looked familiar to me, lamb fillet, medium rare. I think it was 328 hongky or something? That's like 60 bucks. One bottle of vittel (high class for water I presume) is 10 bucks. Desert was 14 bucks, and my soup was also about 14 bucks. I think my meal totalled $100? Or thereabouts, it was by 500 kilometres, the most expensive meal of my life. The ambience there is totally wicked, and the service is pretty good. Almost everyone else there brought like a bouquet of flowers for their dates, never seen that before. So the whole thing was like, totally rad.
Second most expensive meal I paid myself, heheh. It's not in the league of 100 bucks, but it's still more than I ever forked out for a meal. maybe, 50 bucks or so? This meal has a story behind it. Long one. On the first day we reached hong kong, we went to eat at this Italiano place called Fat Angelo's. Best pizza I ever ate, after all that pizza hut and canadian. I totally dug the atmosphere there, and I also noticed that the waitresses there were pretty pretty. That meal was not a 100 percent happy experience, quite the contrary in fact, but I shall not elaborate. But I remembered the cool place and the pretty waitresses, and thought about going back there for dinner at least once before I left hong kong. So on the second last day, I decided, what the heck, this is my last chance to see pretty waitresses. So I walked there from causeway bay, which is hella long. If I was in the habit of uploading pictures I would upload the route I took there. Like.... 3 hours maybe? From Sogo to Times Square to Wanchai to the Hong Kong Convention Centre to the Bank of China to the Peak Tram Station to Queen's Road Central and Soho where the restaurant was. I was quite proud of myself. Along the way, I met 3 pretty cute girls and a friendly surveyor so I was happy even before stepping into the place.
So I approached the restaurant, surreptitiously checking to see if the pretty waitress who served me on the first day was there. I couldn't see her, so I walked the entire street which was full of restaurants trying to decide if I should indeed eat there again. I decided to, ultimately, and lo and behold! The pretty waitress who served me previously was the one who brought me to a table. The even more wonderful fact is that... she wasn't the one to serve me this time but instead another waitress, even prettier and cuter. HAHAAHHA maybe I was deprived or something, but I was beside myself with delirium. Well, when one is dining alone in a pretty sophisticated restaurant one tries to act more mature than his 16 years of age. I think I pulled it off quite well. She actually gave me the wine list =D Unfortunately, I had not the finances to purchase a bottle and complete my mature act.
So I looked through the menu instead and I felt that a steak was the manliest thing to eat. So it was a something steak, medium rare, no drinks thank you. FOC came a huge plate of salad and a piece of italiano bread. I tried to eat as stylo as possible but it was hard to accomplish that with the bread crumbs falling all over the place and the veggies climbing out of the plate. I only ate about a half of each cause, well, the bread was kind of large and the amount of veggies is really mind-boggling. I'm quite surprised I have the stomach for so much greens, might have some cow/sheep genes or something. So finally the steak came, and after a few mouths of it, the pretty waitress actually came to ask me "Sir, is everything fine?" Wow. Of course I acted cool and went like, yes thank you, with a light smile. But inside? Like wah, want to just faint and die of happiness. BE STILL MY HEART. Oh yeah, and the seat I was at was quite awesome, mainly cause it had a good view of the wine bar which was also where the cashier was. Anyway I'm quite sure the place hired only good looking people cause the bartender dude was pretty good looking too.
So after my steak I had dessert. I was contemplating getting one of those after dinner drinks or cocktails or whatever but I decided against it. What if I turned red after one glass or something? Totally not cool. So I got a tiramisu instead. It was unnecessary cause I was veli full after all that bread and grass and cow, but I got it anyhow. Firstly it allowed me to further the impression that I was a rich young good-looking dude (the damn cake cost 10 sing dollars I think) and secondly it gave me and excuse to ogle the pretty waitress one more time. (Ogle sounds like a perv thing to do but whatever.) The bill totalled 22x hongky dollars which I paid and then left behind dunno how much tips. Meal cost me 250 hong kong dollars. 50 sing bucks eh, what extravagance. But if you could see the beatific smile on my face when I left, you'd know it was worth it. Oh right before I left she said, "Thank you and have a nice day." Or something to that effect cause I can't really remember properly cause of that pink haze that descended upon me at that moment.
All in all that was my best day in hong kong. Of course, I think that makes you come to the conclusion that a) my hong kong trip must have been bad if that was my best day or b) de yan is a perv and he's deprived and depraved and he ogles at girls. Oh well, pfft. You have no idea what love does to a man. HAHAH. The rest of my trip was mostly shopping and sight-seeing and one day was hiking, or rather, taking a walk among the mountains. Pretty amazing views they've got up there. Ocean park was one place visited, but not disneyland. The peak, but that trip didn't end very well, no thanks to well, something that happened. Went to my uncle's church there, richie and his fiancée sarah(gasp!), joanne who is an ex-flight attendant and annie and her parents, who I met on my last trip, joined us for lunch after church. Never met sarah, but she seems like a very nice person and I think richie is very blessed. Well, so is she, cause richie is a totally cool guy who is a mighty man of god. Apparently this is all quite rushed but they're getting married in january I think.
I don't think I have much more to add other than the trivialities of my shopping. Except that my cousin is really cute and speaks quite amazing english, but she's also pretty spoilt, I think. My attempts to discipline her were rebuffed and criticized by liyan. No surprise there. Takes one spoilt kid to defend another. I'm trying my best not to make personal attacks, but I shall fire some salvos cause I just can't stand it. How does someone who has managed to master the art of being late and making people wait get so incredibly pissed off at having to wait for like, 10 minutes? That totally tickled me, I was not so much angry as amused at her childish reaction. Can you imagine? Huff and puff and throw a tantrum and go back home on her own. At least when I'm pissed I'm reasonably reasonable. (I think.) And who, after someone is obviously pissed off, decides to regale him with her stories of her adventures in macau and the beautiful F1 cars and the architecture there? When he's not interested in the slightest? Oh well, at least if you proclaim to be a fan of F1 and racing, try to pronounce grand prix properly cause it gets really embarassing. Friendly advice. On the subject of english, you CANNOT say: "Oh, ya, pacific is really conducive!" HUH? Or "Ya, I think this atmosphere is very conducive." Because there's a very big hole after the word conducive. You HAVE to say conducive for something e.g. conducive for studying or conducive for productivity or something. It's a MUST. DO NOT embarass yourself further by throwing in words you think are cool and impressive, but make no grammatical or linguistic sense at all. I shall limit myself to that and refrain from making even worse comments. I don't really care if she reads this or not cause I have almost come to the conclusion that our friendship isn't really worth anything anyway. Neither of us would care much, me least of all. Insensitivity is something that is intolerable to me and I cannot abide by it. Also, if many people have pointed out your flaws or you know it yourself, please do something about it, don't put it down to oh that's just how I am.
Enough. Stop. I'm getting carried away again. Blast my indisciplined fingers. Be Still My Fingers! So right, there's training tmr, couldn't go the monday one cause my mom was worried about my infection. I forgot, in hong kong I was plagued by an infection of what I think was a pimple on my arm, near my elbow. It's eerily similar to what edmund, and I heard, woon shin and lucas suffered. No idea how I got it in hong kong. Maybe it took a while to manifest, cause I suspect it's from the field. It hurt like holy crap until it got burst when I tackled one of the ACS ruggers. I thought it freaking exploded cause it hurt even worse than any time before. But after that it slowly got better although it's still leaking pus even now. Anyway what a mofo, spending half your time on holiday in pain. Shouldn't sleep too late today anyways.
Before I forget, Elbow owns, the Beatles own, U2 owns, Muse owns. Current Most Owning Songs are: Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds and Across The Universe by The Beatles, New Year's Day and City Of Blinding Lights and The Sweetest Thing by U2, Drops Of Jupiter by Train, Zephyr Song and Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and all of Elbow's songs are still owning.
Shit I also almost forgot I watched Gangs Of New York and The Virgin Suicides while in hong kong. Both are films that I wanted to watch but never got around to. Gangs is good, shows leonardo in a much more masculine role than I think, any he's ever been in. I hate titanic anyway. But Daniel Day-Lewis is truly awesome. I understand why he's considered one of the best actors, cause he is. An erratic character, but he pulled it off with panache and mojo. I so have to watch There Will Be Blood which features him. And The Virgin Suicides is good too. The story is told in quite a weird style, but pretty nicely done. Kirsten Dunst, I think, is quite amazing in that movie. I never liked her cause I don't like Tobey McGuire and by association Spiderman and her, but the movie managed to change my opinion. She is excellent as the popular Lux Lisbon. Josh Hartnett is good too, as are the parents of the sisters. Good film, but I can't really pin-point what makes me think so. I am halfway through Apocalypse Now but I didn't realize it's a 3 hour film, and I was falling asleep at about halfway. So I'll have to find some time to finish it. And Season 2 of my Criminal Minds, only one episode left.
And shit also, it's 1 o clock. Gotta go bathe. Gotta go sleep. I'll leave with 2 lines of lyrics from Elbow, Switching Off.
Significant Things Which Have Happened Since My Last Post
Well, there was the match against ACS(I). Now that is an experience I shudder to recall. I got pwned, so well, no good memories there. They totally outclassed us.
There is today, where I finally moved my rear off my computer chair to go look for a job, hopefully we'll clinch it. I have no plans to waste my holidays at home. Also went to Taka to find benny and ho tat, they are deprived and desperate already, poor terrible little boys.
There is my going to a proper lan shop for the first time in months and feeling so proud of myself for owning, or at least for not being owned.
Then there is, of course, my hong kong trip. Actually this post would have been a short one, and nobody would have to complain. Too bad I'm going to include the details of my trip, if only so that next time I can read it to remind myself of the experience. It was a fun trip, I did much more than when I went 2 years ago. What amazes me is how I felt so mature 2 years ago, when I went there on my own. I realize I was only 14, but I felt so self-important and thought I was so mature. Pretty unbelievable that I was there on my own for 10 days, at 14.
Well, this time when I went to hong kong I was determined to shop. Cause I realized it was a golden opportunity unlike any I would ever have. Selfishly, I knew that my uncle would sponsor quite a bit of my shopping, which he did. Of course, he is a blessed man who blesses others, and he actually gave me 2000 hongky dollars to shop with. Cool shite. I spent quite alot of time wandering about causeway bay cause I kept getting lost. I was trying my bestest to find the bus interchange without consulting the map no matter which part of causeway bay I was at, so I spent alot of time walking around. The weather is fantastic so walking was fine, and rather enjoyable.
I bought lots of stuff at times square, cause I'm not really the flea market kind of person and I feel more at home at major shopping centres than struggling through the human tide within dark crowded alleys. I also went to factory outlets to check it out and bought some stuff there too. I also spent a considerable amount of money on food. The food there is excellent, as is the service. It seems to me that the service staff there are infinitely better than those in Singapore, as they're neither too pushy nor too indifferent. Perfect balance I think. Or maybe that's just the "Grass is greener on the other side" syndrome.
More on their food. I recalled a wanton mee shop that sold amazing noodles and dessert. So I spent one of my afternoons searching for it. In the end I drifted out of the area and ate at a little noodle shop which made veli nice soyabean. I probably can't find that shop again if I wanted to. Anyhow, some days later I managed to find the famous wanton mee shop and it was worth the search.
What is more noteworthy is that I had 2 of my most expensive meals ever, in hong kong. The first and foremost was on my second last night there, which was tuesday I think. It was in a crazily high-class restaurant which was open above a french boutique, agnès b. I probably didn't recognize three quarters of the menu. Well, all the dishes were in french, with short english descriptions. I didn't get most of the descriptions anyway. I'm a neighborhood coffeeshop kind of guy. Throw linguini, carbonara, bolognese, escargot, mousse, souffle, ratatouille, hors d'oeuvre (no idea how to spell or pronounce that) and a host of other such words at me and I'll go, huh? So yeah, I went for the one thing that looked familiar to me, lamb fillet, medium rare. I think it was 328 hongky or something? That's like 60 bucks. One bottle of vittel (high class for water I presume) is 10 bucks. Desert was 14 bucks, and my soup was also about 14 bucks. I think my meal totalled $100? Or thereabouts, it was by 500 kilometres, the most expensive meal of my life. The ambience there is totally wicked, and the service is pretty good. Almost everyone else there brought like a bouquet of flowers for their dates, never seen that before. So the whole thing was like, totally rad.
Second most expensive meal I paid myself, heheh. It's not in the league of 100 bucks, but it's still more than I ever forked out for a meal. maybe, 50 bucks or so? This meal has a story behind it. Long one. On the first day we reached hong kong, we went to eat at this Italiano place called Fat Angelo's. Best pizza I ever ate, after all that pizza hut and canadian. I totally dug the atmosphere there, and I also noticed that the waitresses there were pretty pretty. That meal was not a 100 percent happy experience, quite the contrary in fact, but I shall not elaborate. But I remembered the cool place and the pretty waitresses, and thought about going back there for dinner at least once before I left hong kong. So on the second last day, I decided, what the heck, this is my last chance to see pretty waitresses. So I walked there from causeway bay, which is hella long. If I was in the habit of uploading pictures I would upload the route I took there. Like.... 3 hours maybe? From Sogo to Times Square to Wanchai to the Hong Kong Convention Centre to the Bank of China to the Peak Tram Station to Queen's Road Central and Soho where the restaurant was. I was quite proud of myself. Along the way, I met 3 pretty cute girls and a friendly surveyor so I was happy even before stepping into the place.
So I approached the restaurant, surreptitiously checking to see if the pretty waitress who served me on the first day was there. I couldn't see her, so I walked the entire street which was full of restaurants trying to decide if I should indeed eat there again. I decided to, ultimately, and lo and behold! The pretty waitress who served me previously was the one who brought me to a table. The even more wonderful fact is that... she wasn't the one to serve me this time but instead another waitress, even prettier and cuter. HAHAAHHA maybe I was deprived or something, but I was beside myself with delirium. Well, when one is dining alone in a pretty sophisticated restaurant one tries to act more mature than his 16 years of age. I think I pulled it off quite well. She actually gave me the wine list =D Unfortunately, I had not the finances to purchase a bottle and complete my mature act.
So I looked through the menu instead and I felt that a steak was the manliest thing to eat. So it was a something steak, medium rare, no drinks thank you. FOC came a huge plate of salad and a piece of italiano bread. I tried to eat as stylo as possible but it was hard to accomplish that with the bread crumbs falling all over the place and the veggies climbing out of the plate. I only ate about a half of each cause, well, the bread was kind of large and the amount of veggies is really mind-boggling. I'm quite surprised I have the stomach for so much greens, might have some cow/sheep genes or something. So finally the steak came, and after a few mouths of it, the pretty waitress actually came to ask me "Sir, is everything fine?" Wow. Of course I acted cool and went like, yes thank you, with a light smile. But inside? Like wah, want to just faint and die of happiness. BE STILL MY HEART. Oh yeah, and the seat I was at was quite awesome, mainly cause it had a good view of the wine bar which was also where the cashier was. Anyway I'm quite sure the place hired only good looking people cause the bartender dude was pretty good looking too.
So after my steak I had dessert. I was contemplating getting one of those after dinner drinks or cocktails or whatever but I decided against it. What if I turned red after one glass or something? Totally not cool. So I got a tiramisu instead. It was unnecessary cause I was veli full after all that bread and grass and cow, but I got it anyhow. Firstly it allowed me to further the impression that I was a rich young good-looking dude (the damn cake cost 10 sing dollars I think) and secondly it gave me and excuse to ogle the pretty waitress one more time. (Ogle sounds like a perv thing to do but whatever.) The bill totalled 22x hongky dollars which I paid and then left behind dunno how much tips. Meal cost me 250 hong kong dollars. 50 sing bucks eh, what extravagance. But if you could see the beatific smile on my face when I left, you'd know it was worth it. Oh right before I left she said, "Thank you and have a nice day." Or something to that effect cause I can't really remember properly cause of that pink haze that descended upon me at that moment.
All in all that was my best day in hong kong. Of course, I think that makes you come to the conclusion that a) my hong kong trip must have been bad if that was my best day or b) de yan is a perv and he's deprived and depraved and he ogles at girls. Oh well, pfft. You have no idea what love does to a man. HAHAH. The rest of my trip was mostly shopping and sight-seeing and one day was hiking, or rather, taking a walk among the mountains. Pretty amazing views they've got up there. Ocean park was one place visited, but not disneyland. The peak, but that trip didn't end very well, no thanks to well, something that happened. Went to my uncle's church there, richie and his fiancée sarah(gasp!), joanne who is an ex-flight attendant and annie and her parents, who I met on my last trip, joined us for lunch after church. Never met sarah, but she seems like a very nice person and I think richie is very blessed. Well, so is she, cause richie is a totally cool guy who is a mighty man of god. Apparently this is all quite rushed but they're getting married in january I think.
I don't think I have much more to add other than the trivialities of my shopping. Except that my cousin is really cute and speaks quite amazing english, but she's also pretty spoilt, I think. My attempts to discipline her were rebuffed and criticized by liyan. No surprise there. Takes one spoilt kid to defend another. I'm trying my best not to make personal attacks, but I shall fire some salvos cause I just can't stand it. How does someone who has managed to master the art of being late and making people wait get so incredibly pissed off at having to wait for like, 10 minutes? That totally tickled me, I was not so much angry as amused at her childish reaction. Can you imagine? Huff and puff and throw a tantrum and go back home on her own. At least when I'm pissed I'm reasonably reasonable. (I think.) And who, after someone is obviously pissed off, decides to regale him with her stories of her adventures in macau and the beautiful F1 cars and the architecture there? When he's not interested in the slightest? Oh well, at least if you proclaim to be a fan of F1 and racing, try to pronounce grand prix properly cause it gets really embarassing. Friendly advice. On the subject of english, you CANNOT say: "Oh, ya, pacific is really conducive!" HUH? Or "Ya, I think this atmosphere is very conducive." Because there's a very big hole after the word conducive. You HAVE to say conducive for something e.g. conducive for studying or conducive for productivity or something. It's a MUST. DO NOT embarass yourself further by throwing in words you think are cool and impressive, but make no grammatical or linguistic sense at all. I shall limit myself to that and refrain from making even worse comments. I don't really care if she reads this or not cause I have almost come to the conclusion that our friendship isn't really worth anything anyway. Neither of us would care much, me least of all. Insensitivity is something that is intolerable to me and I cannot abide by it. Also, if many people have pointed out your flaws or you know it yourself, please do something about it, don't put it down to oh that's just how I am.
Enough. Stop. I'm getting carried away again. Blast my indisciplined fingers. Be Still My Fingers! So right, there's training tmr, couldn't go the monday one cause my mom was worried about my infection. I forgot, in hong kong I was plagued by an infection of what I think was a pimple on my arm, near my elbow. It's eerily similar to what edmund, and I heard, woon shin and lucas suffered. No idea how I got it in hong kong. Maybe it took a while to manifest, cause I suspect it's from the field. It hurt like holy crap until it got burst when I tackled one of the ACS ruggers. I thought it freaking exploded cause it hurt even worse than any time before. But after that it slowly got better although it's still leaking pus even now. Anyway what a mofo, spending half your time on holiday in pain. Shouldn't sleep too late today anyways.
Before I forget, Elbow owns, the Beatles own, U2 owns, Muse owns. Current Most Owning Songs are: Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds and Across The Universe by The Beatles, New Year's Day and City Of Blinding Lights and The Sweetest Thing by U2, Drops Of Jupiter by Train, Zephyr Song and Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and all of Elbow's songs are still owning.
Shit I also almost forgot I watched Gangs Of New York and The Virgin Suicides while in hong kong. Both are films that I wanted to watch but never got around to. Gangs is good, shows leonardo in a much more masculine role than I think, any he's ever been in. I hate titanic anyway. But Daniel Day-Lewis is truly awesome. I understand why he's considered one of the best actors, cause he is. An erratic character, but he pulled it off with panache and mojo. I so have to watch There Will Be Blood which features him. And The Virgin Suicides is good too. The story is told in quite a weird style, but pretty nicely done. Kirsten Dunst, I think, is quite amazing in that movie. I never liked her cause I don't like Tobey McGuire and by association Spiderman and her, but the movie managed to change my opinion. She is excellent as the popular Lux Lisbon. Josh Hartnett is good too, as are the parents of the sisters. Good film, but I can't really pin-point what makes me think so. I am halfway through Apocalypse Now but I didn't realize it's a 3 hour film, and I was falling asleep at about halfway. So I'll have to find some time to finish it. And Season 2 of my Criminal Minds, only one episode left.
And shit also, it's 1 o clock. Gotta go bathe. Gotta go sleep. I'll leave with 2 lines of lyrics from Elbow, Switching Off.
I choose my final scene today Switching off with you.I'm sure I will. Goodnight.
Friday, 31 October 2008
and to you:
i'm sorry. thank you. i was an idiot. i was afraid and i was an idiot. i'm still an idiot but at least you're still happy. you too, dear friend, are not easily replaced, no matter my sharp wit or handsome smile. i wonder if it'll ever be the same again. i dearly hope so. i'm unspeakably honoured, and i miss you too. have a nice forever, too (:
Musik
Ahhh, in my last post I totally forgot to mention music. Arts Central is really awesome, Live At Abbey Road is awesome. Too bad it's gone now -.- (whistle) OKTO!! Anyway I discovered a totally owning new band through the show. ELBOW. Honestly it's one of the greatest discoveries I have made all year. Their songs absolutely appeal to my tastes and I can safely say all of the songs I have heard by them own. And I've listened to all the songs of their last 2 albums, Elbow is the sex. Highly recommended if you have the same musical tastes I do.
Okay, after some reflection, I have decided to revise my opinion of the bbss match. That being our virgin match, we were admittedly unprepared and naive. I think most of us were quite shocked at the level of foul play involved in a rugby match, and as such, were naive enough to retaliate and respond in like. Thus they managed to drag us down to their level of dirty play and it's true we began to play dirty too after a while. Rugby being rugby, no matter how you look at it there's bound to be some dirty play going on. And we have to be prepared to face opponents in the future of varying degrees of dirtiness, and win regardless so at least the match managed to open our eyes. While I do not believe in its accuracy of the actual play, I respect the scoreline and the fact that bbss were the winners. So the statements in my previous post, while reflecting my opinion at that time, were just a bunch of sour grapes and harsh. Well thanks to bbss for wisening up our previously unblooded team.
What I cannot accept is the way they carry themselves like hooligans. Behaviour on the pitch is one thing and can be explained by competitiveness, but off it they were cocky and downright disrespectful. Then again, cockiness is unacceptable on it as well. And I foolishly thought rugby was a gentleman's game. Whooping after sidestepping opponents is uncalled for and it reflects very poorly on the person's character. It also appears that some of their team get on the pitch looking to pick fights rather than play rugby. I think taunting is acceptable, but only to a certain degree and after that it gets disgusting. And also, coming to our school grounds and then shouting "Express very big meh?" after winning is ridiculous. We never insinuated it, and it showed a very basic lack of sportsmanship. Oh well enough whining.
Chinese today and if my results reflect my preparations I'm screwed. I'd hate to fail despite my disregard for chinese. Imagine 4 As and one S. Hell no, lol. Question 4 cause it seems like a failsafe baby question. Honestly hope to pass, hopefully a C? That'd be beyond my wildest dreams. Oh right, I forgot to mention I didn't know how to do about.... all of paper 2.
I've broken out in rashes and I have no idea why. I might have some unknown mysterious allergy or I might just be dirty. I think I have an allergy. Damn itchy sia. And I'm feeling abit sick. I'm feeling hot and bothered. On a lighter note, imma kick soccer tmr at last long long long last yay. I hope it doesn't get cancelled and that people actually turn up cause my legs itch (not because of the rashes.)
And even better, I'm pretty sure I've gotten over it. HAHAHAHAHAHA finally at long last. I hope. It was torture. Sweet torture, excruciating torture. I sincerely hope to have gotten over that which has caused me so much torment. No idea.
"It is finished!" John 19:30
The Lord bless you and the Lord keep you, and the Lord shine his countenance upon you and your loved ones. In Jesus' mighty name, amen and goodnight.
Okay, after some reflection, I have decided to revise my opinion of the bbss match. That being our virgin match, we were admittedly unprepared and naive. I think most of us were quite shocked at the level of foul play involved in a rugby match, and as such, were naive enough to retaliate and respond in like. Thus they managed to drag us down to their level of dirty play and it's true we began to play dirty too after a while. Rugby being rugby, no matter how you look at it there's bound to be some dirty play going on. And we have to be prepared to face opponents in the future of varying degrees of dirtiness, and win regardless so at least the match managed to open our eyes. While I do not believe in its accuracy of the actual play, I respect the scoreline and the fact that bbss were the winners. So the statements in my previous post, while reflecting my opinion at that time, were just a bunch of sour grapes and harsh. Well thanks to bbss for wisening up our previously unblooded team.
What I cannot accept is the way they carry themselves like hooligans. Behaviour on the pitch is one thing and can be explained by competitiveness, but off it they were cocky and downright disrespectful. Then again, cockiness is unacceptable on it as well. And I foolishly thought rugby was a gentleman's game. Whooping after sidestepping opponents is uncalled for and it reflects very poorly on the person's character. It also appears that some of their team get on the pitch looking to pick fights rather than play rugby. I think taunting is acceptable, but only to a certain degree and after that it gets disgusting. And also, coming to our school grounds and then shouting "Express very big meh?" after winning is ridiculous. We never insinuated it, and it showed a very basic lack of sportsmanship. Oh well enough whining.
Chinese today and if my results reflect my preparations I'm screwed. I'd hate to fail despite my disregard for chinese. Imagine 4 As and one S. Hell no, lol. Question 4 cause it seems like a failsafe baby question. Honestly hope to pass, hopefully a C? That'd be beyond my wildest dreams. Oh right, I forgot to mention I didn't know how to do about.... all of paper 2.
I've broken out in rashes and I have no idea why. I might have some unknown mysterious allergy or I might just be dirty. I think I have an allergy. Damn itchy sia. And I'm feeling abit sick. I'm feeling hot and bothered. On a lighter note, imma kick soccer tmr at last long long long last yay. I hope it doesn't get cancelled and that people actually turn up cause my legs itch (not because of the rashes.)
And even better, I'm pretty sure I've gotten over it. HAHAHAHAHAHA finally at long last. I hope. It was torture. Sweet torture, excruciating torture. I sincerely hope to have gotten over that which has caused me so much torment. No idea.
"It is finished!" John 19:30
The Lord bless you and the Lord keep you, and the Lord shine his countenance upon you and your loved ones. In Jesus' mighty name, amen and goodnight.
Monday, 27 October 2008
On Wishes.
Occasionally they come true, and when it does, it gives me that funny tingling feeling in my stomach :D Yeah, I wish my wishes came true more often. But if wishes were wings, pigs would fly! Cannot recall where I read that from.
On books.
I just bought Brisingr and A Thousand Splendid Suns from POPULAR (which is obviously named after me) with my awesome vouchers I got for my awesome performance in the O levels =D O levels is a long long long long long time ago. Anyway I'm a fantasy fanboy, and I couldn't help myself but buy the hardcover cool version of Brisingr but those idiots extended the supposed trilogy to a cycle which means one more book which means more $$. Idiots. And I expect A Thousand Splendid Suns to be awesome cause I love that author despite reading only Kite Runner, but still awesome nonetheless.
Apart from those, I've recently read Cormac McCarthy who is absolutely marvelous but cheem but still marvelous. The Road is a deep disconcerting read, but a brilliant piece on hope, and also on morality. Seriously great author who manages to weave lots of human touch and indecision and grave questions of choice into his short books. No Country For Old Men is also excellent, and makes me even more fond of the Coen Brothers who converted it into a movie. The movie is even more excellent after reading the book.
Oh and Robert Jordan died! What the hell. One book more to the end of the series and he dies, how sad is that! Honestly hoping the person who takes over the job does a good one, can't remember what his name is. WAH LAO. One of my most eagerly anticipated books in the near future and the author dies. The Wheel Of Time is greatness, almost right up there with the scope of Middle Earth.
On movies.
Okay the most awesome movie experience has got to be BATMAN!!!!!!!!! Heath Ledger I love you and I wish I could be your gay partner in Brokeback Mountain!!!!!! Too bad he's dead, seriously. What amazing talent, that is the most ultimate portrayal of the Joker one could ever hope to wish for. He totally drove the movie and he was insane. Why so serious? Absolutely crazy stuff, best 10 dollars I've spent this year. Oh and erm no I'm not gay in case anyone has any serious doubts.
I've also watched Snatch which is a Guy Ritchie movie and it is also awesome. I like to think that my taste is really really good. Anyway Snatch is one of the funniest movies ever, I think. Watch it on tudou or youku. But those websites load terribly slow or I'd have watched Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.
I want to watch Painted Skin and Burn After Reading. Mainly cause Zhou Xun is the best, and because I think Burn After Reading is my type of comedy. Oh and maybe Rocknrolla cause it's Guy Ritchie but it's M18 so oh well. And I wanted to watch Boy A with my sis but it's not playing in cinemas anymore, seemed really interesting. Probably set my date with Zhou Xun sometime soon, hopefully.
On others.
We lost our match. To those assholes from batok. Honestly, a clean game is much more enjoyable than a dirty one, and much more respectable. That was bullshit though. Too bad we lost or we would have taught them a lesson. Bastards. Anyway I was useless. Their backline was so pathetic we should have scored probably 5977642 tries against them, but I failed. I can't believe I failed to get past their weakling excuses of rugby players. Time to train harder and lose some of that complacency, if not all. Good job yewsiang aka mr sunny for scoring anyway. Credits to the forwards who got fouled up down left right by those losers.
Waiting for House Season 5 to end so that I can one-shot it rather than wait agonizingly for every episode every week. Still 2 seasons behind on Criminal Minds, but no time at all to catch up. Still wondering if Reid remains a junkie -.- (although logic dictates he won't) My books I haven't read yet, with the exception of Brisingr. Am reading The Wheel Of Darkness featuring the most excellent Agent Pendergast.
Aite, I just had a bout of diarrhea and it was smelly as shit. Well, obviously. I think it means that 3 large pizzas shouldn't be shared by 6 people, which we did a mere 8 hours ago or thereabouts. Went for the tribe/semi-clan outing to pizza hut then to the batok csc. It was pretty fun, I was surprised at the high turnout cause I was kinda reluctant to go cause I thought there would only be a few people. Oh and our beloved former and best tribe leader denise was there! Awesome. Thanks a bunch to whoever organised this.
Didn't expect this post to be as wordy or lengthy as it is, but I figure since I segmented it into pretty little paragraphs with cool headings like On Wishes it'd be bearable. Okay then again by my standards this is really short but I'll spare the long laments on my hopes and desires. So tata it is then.
One more matchstick tonight for what we could have been.
Burn.
On books.
I just bought Brisingr and A Thousand Splendid Suns from POPULAR (which is obviously named after me) with my awesome vouchers I got for my awesome performance in the O levels =D O levels is a long long long long long time ago. Anyway I'm a fantasy fanboy, and I couldn't help myself but buy the hardcover cool version of Brisingr but those idiots extended the supposed trilogy to a cycle which means one more book which means more $$. Idiots. And I expect A Thousand Splendid Suns to be awesome cause I love that author despite reading only Kite Runner, but still awesome nonetheless.
Apart from those, I've recently read Cormac McCarthy who is absolutely marvelous but cheem but still marvelous. The Road is a deep disconcerting read, but a brilliant piece on hope, and also on morality. Seriously great author who manages to weave lots of human touch and indecision and grave questions of choice into his short books. No Country For Old Men is also excellent, and makes me even more fond of the Coen Brothers who converted it into a movie. The movie is even more excellent after reading the book.
Oh and Robert Jordan died! What the hell. One book more to the end of the series and he dies, how sad is that! Honestly hoping the person who takes over the job does a good one, can't remember what his name is. WAH LAO. One of my most eagerly anticipated books in the near future and the author dies. The Wheel Of Time is greatness, almost right up there with the scope of Middle Earth.
On movies.
Okay the most awesome movie experience has got to be BATMAN!!!!!!!!! Heath Ledger I love you and I wish I could be your gay partner in Brokeback Mountain!!!!!! Too bad he's dead, seriously. What amazing talent, that is the most ultimate portrayal of the Joker one could ever hope to wish for. He totally drove the movie and he was insane. Why so serious? Absolutely crazy stuff, best 10 dollars I've spent this year. Oh and erm no I'm not gay in case anyone has any serious doubts.
I've also watched Snatch which is a Guy Ritchie movie and it is also awesome. I like to think that my taste is really really good. Anyway Snatch is one of the funniest movies ever, I think. Watch it on tudou or youku. But those websites load terribly slow or I'd have watched Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.
I want to watch Painted Skin and Burn After Reading. Mainly cause Zhou Xun is the best, and because I think Burn After Reading is my type of comedy. Oh and maybe Rocknrolla cause it's Guy Ritchie but it's M18 so oh well. And I wanted to watch Boy A with my sis but it's not playing in cinemas anymore, seemed really interesting. Probably set my date with Zhou Xun sometime soon, hopefully.
On others.
We lost our match. To those assholes from batok. Honestly, a clean game is much more enjoyable than a dirty one, and much more respectable. That was bullshit though. Too bad we lost or we would have taught them a lesson. Bastards. Anyway I was useless. Their backline was so pathetic we should have scored probably 5977642 tries against them, but I failed. I can't believe I failed to get past their weakling excuses of rugby players. Time to train harder and lose some of that complacency, if not all. Good job yewsiang aka mr sunny for scoring anyway. Credits to the forwards who got fouled up down left right by those losers.
Waiting for House Season 5 to end so that I can one-shot it rather than wait agonizingly for every episode every week. Still 2 seasons behind on Criminal Minds, but no time at all to catch up. Still wondering if Reid remains a junkie -.- (although logic dictates he won't) My books I haven't read yet, with the exception of Brisingr. Am reading The Wheel Of Darkness featuring the most excellent Agent Pendergast.
Aite, I just had a bout of diarrhea and it was smelly as shit. Well, obviously. I think it means that 3 large pizzas shouldn't be shared by 6 people, which we did a mere 8 hours ago or thereabouts. Went for the tribe/semi-clan outing to pizza hut then to the batok csc. It was pretty fun, I was surprised at the high turnout cause I was kinda reluctant to go cause I thought there would only be a few people. Oh and our beloved former and best tribe leader denise was there! Awesome. Thanks a bunch to whoever organised this.
Didn't expect this post to be as wordy or lengthy as it is, but I figure since I segmented it into pretty little paragraphs with cool headings like On Wishes it'd be bearable. Okay then again by my standards this is really short but I'll spare the long laments on my hopes and desires. So tata it is then.
One more matchstick tonight for what we could have been.
Burn.
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
What Would We Be Without Wishful Thinking?
An update, at last. It's been, unbelievably, 3 months since my last post -.- I have somehow been occupying alot of my time, and I haven't even dota-ed for like 3 weeks which is probably a record. Not to mention being an LB. The lack of free time I have is quite unholy. And soon it's gonna be training training and more training. I think imma start doing more extra training, especially since I seem to have discovered an innate ability for sprinting recently =D
More 20km runs, more speedwork, more gymwork. Oh and more teamwork too. Balonglong says to call him to go running next time, I think I should. Running alone is energy sapping man, and the only motivation comes from myself. And it's scary too. That morning I ran at 3.30am and it was some freaking scary experience. First of all my imagination told me that I could at any time be snatched off the road by some crazy mafia gang or some paedophilic mofo irresistibly attracted to me -.- Then as I ran past the heavy vehicle park I seemed to hear a child shouting "help me" quite a few times. I kia tio sia, and ran away ASAP. Then I run run run, until it started drizzling when I was at zhenghua park. I sian 1/2 cause I was like at least 5km away from home with no ez-link or money. Heng it didn't rain or I'd probably have died and missed the physics promo. Then ran back to teck whye then to gombak and back home through the long bloody new road which I almost got lost on.
Moral of the story is that I'm not half the brave strong man I thought I was -.- Oh and my shoes suck. If I weren't so deep in debt I would be saving for a pair of running shoes, maybe adizero which is cool shite. But I owe a myriad of people money and I need to buy other stuff too. Super loser man, I'm losing things at a crazy rate. First my shoebag with my spanking new boots and spanking owning new havaianas slippers which I didn't get to wear. And the shoebag is chock-full of sentimental value to me. Then I lost, amazingly, a plastic bag containing my dirty clothes so I had to buy new ones. Next, my rugby pants. And most recently my school pants. Holy moley. That's 200 dollars worth of stuff right there. I am a loser indeed.
Anw today was sports carnival which my class didn't participate in cause our form didn't get handed up. I thought I could dazzle everyone with my soccer skills. Oh wells. Wanna kick street soccer soon, it's been a helluva long time since the last time. So I played badminton almost the whole morning, where I dazzled everyone with my badminton skills. I played with chengyong and lost 21-15 or somewhere there. Probably better than balonglong could have, LOL =D I was feeling so extraordinarily talented even thought I lost. But chengyong represents singapore after all. At least in JJ against those foreigners -.- so I lost quite happily =D
Then class outing at east coast park, where we cycled till our butts lost all feeling. And my leg is cramping. The highlight of the day being that I crashed into kelly which left me feeling traumatised all day. I have since decided that I'm a retard and will strive as best I can not to crash into anyone again. Then we went to eat at Han's and the spaghetti I had seemed quite pathetic next to their fishes (grilled, dory) and the chicken chop. And mine is 3 dollars more expensive. What the fish? I bade farewell to the last of my money. And I bought doughnut factory doughnuts (what else) 6 of them for the enjoyment of my brother who has probably never eaten nice doughnuts before. 7 dollars leh. I am pure awesomeness as a brother, except that the money I used I borrowed from my sister. Anyway plain glazed doughnut is holy good, methinks.
It's 12:51am now, which is the name of that awesome strokes song which I prolly mentioned previously. I'm not going to school tmr since imma pon all the lessons even if I did go. Rest more and train harder tmr. I'm going to watch my Criminal Minds soon, that excellent show which is eating up all my free time which I do not spend reading or going out. Stuck at season 2, almost reaching season 3. And the cool title of this post comes from one of the songs I heard on the show, and I like it. Indeed, we would be nothing.
Life as a member of the LB club is really depressing -.- a few months back I wasn't, and I wish it were a few months back, where maybe some things could have remained. Oh welluh, too bad so sad neh neh ni poo poo. I have chosen to be a monk/golem and I shall persevere~ It is so very tempting however, the prospect of not watching movies alone. I was sorting through my stuff and I re-read one of the postcards I received. And I realized how much I missed the companionship which unfortunately is all but gone now. I am an idiot. At least the matchsticks are useful, seriously. Everytime I emo or start reminiscing about the past and realize how much I miss it, I light a matchstick. And for a few good seconds, I focus solely on that flame and I think not of anything else. And feed all emotion to the flame. So I guess what I'm trying to say, actually, is thanks, for everything. Oh and that I am an idiot.
I shall ruminate no longer on my regrets. I think if anyone were to list down his/her regrets they'd never get halfway through. It really is an exercise in futility. Anything I care to blog about I'll update again. The end.
"The flame and the void. Feed all emotion and all pain and all thoughts." Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time.
More 20km runs, more speedwork, more gymwork. Oh and more teamwork too. Balonglong says to call him to go running next time, I think I should. Running alone is energy sapping man, and the only motivation comes from myself. And it's scary too. That morning I ran at 3.30am and it was some freaking scary experience. First of all my imagination told me that I could at any time be snatched off the road by some crazy mafia gang or some paedophilic mofo irresistibly attracted to me -.- Then as I ran past the heavy vehicle park I seemed to hear a child shouting "help me" quite a few times. I kia tio sia, and ran away ASAP. Then I run run run, until it started drizzling when I was at zhenghua park. I sian 1/2 cause I was like at least 5km away from home with no ez-link or money. Heng it didn't rain or I'd probably have died and missed the physics promo. Then ran back to teck whye then to gombak and back home through the long bloody new road which I almost got lost on.
Moral of the story is that I'm not half the brave strong man I thought I was -.- Oh and my shoes suck. If I weren't so deep in debt I would be saving for a pair of running shoes, maybe adizero which is cool shite. But I owe a myriad of people money and I need to buy other stuff too. Super loser man, I'm losing things at a crazy rate. First my shoebag with my spanking new boots and spanking owning new havaianas slippers which I didn't get to wear. And the shoebag is chock-full of sentimental value to me. Then I lost, amazingly, a plastic bag containing my dirty clothes so I had to buy new ones. Next, my rugby pants. And most recently my school pants. Holy moley. That's 200 dollars worth of stuff right there. I am a loser indeed.
Anw today was sports carnival which my class didn't participate in cause our form didn't get handed up. I thought I could dazzle everyone with my soccer skills. Oh wells. Wanna kick street soccer soon, it's been a helluva long time since the last time. So I played badminton almost the whole morning, where I dazzled everyone with my badminton skills. I played with chengyong and lost 21-15 or somewhere there. Probably better than balonglong could have, LOL =D I was feeling so extraordinarily talented even thought I lost. But chengyong represents singapore after all. At least in JJ against those foreigners -.- so I lost quite happily =D
Then class outing at east coast park, where we cycled till our butts lost all feeling. And my leg is cramping. The highlight of the day being that I crashed into kelly which left me feeling traumatised all day. I have since decided that I'm a retard and will strive as best I can not to crash into anyone again. Then we went to eat at Han's and the spaghetti I had seemed quite pathetic next to their fishes (grilled, dory) and the chicken chop. And mine is 3 dollars more expensive. What the fish? I bade farewell to the last of my money. And I bought doughnut factory doughnuts (what else) 6 of them for the enjoyment of my brother who has probably never eaten nice doughnuts before. 7 dollars leh. I am pure awesomeness as a brother, except that the money I used I borrowed from my sister. Anyway plain glazed doughnut is holy good, methinks.
It's 12:51am now, which is the name of that awesome strokes song which I prolly mentioned previously. I'm not going to school tmr since imma pon all the lessons even if I did go. Rest more and train harder tmr. I'm going to watch my Criminal Minds soon, that excellent show which is eating up all my free time which I do not spend reading or going out. Stuck at season 2, almost reaching season 3. And the cool title of this post comes from one of the songs I heard on the show, and I like it. Indeed, we would be nothing.
Life as a member of the LB club is really depressing -.- a few months back I wasn't, and I wish it were a few months back, where maybe some things could have remained. Oh welluh, too bad so sad neh neh ni poo poo. I have chosen to be a monk/golem and I shall persevere~ It is so very tempting however, the prospect of not watching movies alone. I was sorting through my stuff and I re-read one of the postcards I received. And I realized how much I missed the companionship which unfortunately is all but gone now. I am an idiot. At least the matchsticks are useful, seriously. Everytime I emo or start reminiscing about the past and realize how much I miss it, I light a matchstick. And for a few good seconds, I focus solely on that flame and I think not of anything else. And feed all emotion to the flame. So I guess what I'm trying to say, actually, is thanks, for everything. Oh and that I am an idiot.
I shall ruminate no longer on my regrets. I think if anyone were to list down his/her regrets they'd never get halfway through. It really is an exercise in futility. Anything I care to blog about I'll update again. The end.
"The flame and the void. Feed all emotion and all pain and all thoughts." Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time.
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