Sunday, January 29, 2006
Its 2 hours 33mins since the 'new year' has started and i must say i'm enjoying the start of this brand new year. The usual routine started out with being conscripted to our usual temple. For as long as i can remember, this is a long and dreary affair of kneeling and praying and kneeling and praying.
And what can you expect from temples? Uncles and aunties, no less. And its quite a bore.
But this year is different! The uncles and aunties brought their daughters. Muhahahaha. Some quite chai lor. A boring routine of praying at a temple becomes a chick fest. At a temple somemore... Think GuanYin will be angry with me liao...
Never really expected chicks there. Usually chicks go churches one lor. nice to see buddhist chicks... Brings more spark to an otherwise mundane affair. Haha...
Back to the chinese new year concept.
Personally, i don't relish going from place to places, meeting total strangers and greeting them the same verse:'Happy new year'. There's totally nothing to say and you hang around making small talk like:"Your sofa very comfortable hor?" "Today weather very hot."
What's the whole point of that? Immediate relatives which i have more contact with, going over for the new year would be an obligation. Its afterall chinese new year. But for those i don't even know their names, its pointless.
Point made. Being brilliant, i came up with an excellent concept that saves us all the time and effort, probably even embarrassment.
First, we have each of our contacts in our phonebooks. When its chinese new year, we sms each other:" Happy Chinese New Year! May you strike toto and 4d all at once, and your business trive for the year to come! Gong xi gong xi. By the way, my bank account number is XXX-XXXXX-X, posb savings... Please transfer my ang bao money there. Thanks! ^^. PS. Got time meet for a drink ok?"
There, i've settled the hassle of chinese new year, and retained all the perks of the festive season. Man... Sometimes i impress even myself...
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Recently came across a story on the internet. Too much stereotyping of guys as bastards and girls as the ones getting the lousier part of the deal.
Normal tv or movies would portray this guy, who ill treats the gal. But the gal likes the guy a lot. This would leave the naive audiences gasping in disbelief at the grieviances of the gal and start sympathizing at her predicament. Some dumber ones would even praise her devotion.
My cue? The girl is dumb. The guy is a bastard, no less, but bastards are ruling the world now. Good guys die early. Take for example, Georges Brush. Do you believe he came to power through being a nice guy through and through, by having people helping him? I wonder how many guys he had to step on before he got to that position.
Now.. Good and nice guys would be like Hitler. He's really a good guy. Really! He never lied about his agenda to gain power and conquer the world. In fact, he was downright straightforward and honest in his quest for world domination.
And true to my theory, Hitler died young. The former is ruling the world now...
Hmm.. Where was i? Ah, yes... The girl gains all the sympathy. Such is the case of subliminal messaging, media's form of brainwashing and mindcontrol that guys are stereotyped either as bastards or weaklings, and girls are the weaker sex by the masses.
But i beg to differ. That's all old school thoughts, attractive as it is, it is losing its strength as girls becomes bitches and guy becomes the fucking SNAGs.
Anyway, here's the story...
They have been married for two years. He loves literature, and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography, and he handle their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper, and always bullies him. He is a gentleman, and always gives in to her. Today, she's being"wilful" again.
Her : "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding?
Her: She promised she'd pay."
Him : "I don't have time that day."
Her :"Humph!"
Him : "Huh?"
Her : "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will
have all the time you need."
Him : "I...someone will definitely recognize my work some day."
Her : "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her.
Him : "No."
Her : "Just this once?"
Him : "No."
Negotiation's broken.
So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."
First day. She "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi...Except the double-bed, to show her "benevolence". Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.
Second day. She conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets, and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences." He's nervous now. Night. On the bed. He begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.
Third day. Night. On the Bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.
Him : "We need to talk."
Her : "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."
Him : "It's something very important."
She remains silent.
Him :"Let's get a divorce."
She did not believe her ears.
Him : "I got to know a girl."
She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.
Him : "She's a nice girl." Her tears fell.
Him : "She has a good personality too." She's heartbroken, because he puts a photo of some other girl "close to his heart".
Him : "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married." She's very jealous, because she said the same thing in the past.
Him : "She loves me truly. " She wishes to sit up and scream at him :"Don't I?"
Him : "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."
She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.
Him : "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"
Her : ".....!"
He brings the photo before her eyes.She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning mark of a slap on his face. He sighs. She cries. He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket. He turns off the light,and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him. She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks. She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry, and she wanted to laugh. It's a nicely taken photo of herself. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek. He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.
This guy's nice lar. But he's CHI RU. Kena abuse until so jialat. As all once-upon-a-time story, its a happy ending. You think it happens in real life? Guess not...
Monday, January 23, 2006
This is bad. I woke up this morning to realised i had been dreaming of playing burbenog. 2 totally different dreams connected as one. Its damn bizarre...
First, this gal friend of mine told me say she broke up with her bf. Then i had to try to stop her from killing herself.
I was on my way home to play games when i heard the news, so i rushed to the damn hospital, which is fucking far from my place. Then i had to stop a series of suicide attempts like cajoling her not to swallow cans and cans of pills, and to put down the damn knife. Then had to prevent a jump-off-high-rise-building attempt.
By that time i got damn pissed cos i wanted to get home for a game. And this was wasting a lot of precious gaming time. Guessed i stayed prolly cos she's cute lar. Would be a waste for such people to die... Haha...
Finally managed to subdue her. How? I have no idea.
Then amazingly, i'm home and playing...
Playing what? Burbenog.. -.-'' Was even wondering what to build, what to buy. OMG
Guess i played way too much games. Damn... Rush home to play game meh.
Anyway, i got those malaysia pics liao. But fucking a lot. So posting only the "chai" bartendress pics and those in the lousy pub. On 2nd thoughts, she isn't that chi anymore lar. Prolly drank too much that night...
And to top this off, the bartendress can sing damn well... And i'm sure she'll look better if she lets her hair down. Haha...
And dumb bitches, don't play suicide...
Friday, January 20, 2006
I'm a bum. For the last 5 days in school, i only went to lessons for 3days and stayed holed up in my warm cosy room watching movies, playing golf and basically just rotting for the other 2.
Rotting and slacking is a great form of leisure, not to be undertaken by the faint hearted. It saps away all the determination and willpower of the individual.
Having been through this process countless of times, i must say its good, cause anything else requires effort. And making an effort takes a lot of determination, something which i badly need, but never having enough to go around.
Alright. I'm finding excuses for being a bum. So what?
Tell you bummers a secret. I'm always envious of those people with loads of friends cause they seem to be having a lot of fun. I'm usually alone, if not then its with the same couple of friends.
As much envious of those popular and outgoing guys, i love my personal space and time. Cannot imagining spending so much time socializing. Making friends takes time. Getting to know them takes time. Going out with them takes time. And i need lots of time to rot and relax. Inevitably, slacking seems like a much better choice, the other requires way too much effort.
So why am i complaining? Cause i like to whine. I like to bitch about things. If i can have lots of friends and have a lot of fun with them, but dun need the effort and i can dump them anytime i want, you say how power! All the perks of having fun and slacking all put into one nice package!
But i digress... There's one group of people i wouldn't mind spending time with. Hmm.. Make it 2 groups. 1 have now, another one i would like to have.
First group definitely is my gaming cum drinking friends. Meet them occasionally and they are great fun. No less!
Second group naturally is a group of pretty girls. Going out with pretty girls, making friends with them, naturally would become a fun process well worth the effort. Of course, this is a group which every single guy would wanna be in.
Faggots fuck off.
I mean.. Girls are usually spiteful. Pretty girls are usually worse. They usually would have these small misgivings among their own group, but keep stowed in their narrow hearts, hating each other to the core, but smiling and acting as if they're great friends. Such hypocrisy exist in each and every one of them to a certain extent, and pretty ones usually exhibit more of it.
A small spark can just set off these tons of spitfire into one big major explosion where faces are spat at and backstabbing occurs. I've seen this happen and i'm totally disgusted. You girls should learn to be more magnanimous...
But then again, a group of pretty girls is good... Ah...
Thursday, January 19, 2006
The past fews weeks of rain totally zapped my get fit determination. Finally brought my lazy ass to go for a small jog. I kid you not, but getting ready and going for the jog is harder than the actualy jogging process.
Did one big big round around school and almost perished before reaching the room. Jun hua damn fit... Knn...
But still no issue. While doing the jog, i overtook a bus, 2 birds and 3 motorbikes, not to mention having loads of gawking girls cheering me on. My brilliance aside, the jog was a tiring one. It's tough to impress so many people at the same time.
Or was i panting like a dog and running like a 50yr old uncle...
Saturday, January 14, 2006
I realised that i suffer from conflicting interest everyday. I want to stay in my room play game and watch shows and movies everyday. But there's this nagging need to do tutorials and go for lectures..
Then this devil and angel scenario always happens. Needless to say, the devil usually wins. Who can struggle against the lure of booze, women and pleasure? The angel gets stomped flat and goes into hiding.
But this angel has 2 very good buddies called time and guilt. Guilt would nag at you cause u didn't fufil your so called "duties" imposed by family and society called studying. Then time would sneak up on you when u are in the midst of having your fun when u realise you didn't fucking do a single tutorial and you've got like 10000000 projects and assignments to hand in, coupled with exams around the corner.
Why am i whining? Cause i have failed loads of subjects in the past few years and now am on the brink of studying more than 4 years. Every semester now is a nightmare with loads of projects and tutorials and lectures, from 830 in the freaking morning to 830 at the fucking evening.
After one week of such tormentous regimental lifestyle, i'm now sitting in the comfort of my cosy room complaining to myself that my life suck... Ok, i lied.. Working sucks more. HAHA... At least i can skip lectures and miss tutorials. Projects can be completed hastily and exams can be passed if effort is put in.
Work on the other hand has only 1 perk. The $$... Otherwise, its 365 days a year, minus holidays and weekends of pure torture. it sucks the spark out of every living human being lor.. I had this opportunity to experience this kind of lousy lifestyle and i must say, it sucks way more than studying.
So why am i whining here? Cause this is MY blog. Heh...
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Was suffering from a minor hiccup in my life, a kind of minor decision making that would affect myself for time to come. Actually, i had sorta came to a decision, but needed a 2nd opinion, maybe even a third.
Naturally, if i could have things my way, i would have the cake and eat it. But it wasn't a simple personal choice, but something of a personal choice vs morals. Usually, morals aren't much of an issue, since i'm a selfish person, but this moral issue would affect next few years.
Don't quite catch what i'm saying? Of course, cause i cannot actually voice out the entire problem. Not because i don't dare to, but cause people ARE reading the crap i'm writing and its not my own personal diary. I have a certain standing to maintain..
Anyway, i got to a decision. (I had actually decided long ago) And thanks to Injenue, i double confirmed my ideas. Haha.. Its really great to have someone to talk to!
But most things are easier said than done. I realise in the course of certain actions, some people will be affected, and i might turn out in worse stead than before. Ironically, things might also become better. Everything at my fingertips and i'm not used to wielding such kind of power, cause :
With great power comes great responsibility.
And i hate responsiblilty... It would be nice to be a bastard and fuck the responsibility part, but i'm a nice guy. I can't bring myself to be a bastard. Sigh, its so tough being a good guy..
Anyway, it behooves me to make decisions that would affect many things. But isn't this a process of growing up? Suddenly i realise growing up is painful. Pardon my melancholy mood to this entry. Its late and i'm not thinking straight. (I'm lying again. I'm wide awake and having moodswings like a damn girl. Fuck)
Suddenly i don't feel like writing anymore. Ciaoz
Saturday, January 07, 2006
School finally started. Started out with a scare though. The damn timetable couldn't get fixed and had to keep finding the subject coordinator to help me. Eventually i fucked myself up when i dropped my LAB accidentally. Jit tao panic cause cannot add back.
Ran all the way from hall to North spine to find that Ms Madeline to help me again. Bet she wondering how come got so dumbo fella in uni. She smile smile, but ended up helping me with all the registration.
At long long last, timetable fixed. And it took a whole 1week lor. But i walked back hostel in the rain. Totally wet, underwear soaked that kind of wet. Fuck!
Went to send my little bro off to Tekong on Thursday. The surroundings not much change, but the stuffs they issuing our recruits are getting better and better. Somemore got gloves for holding rifles. Think one day they'll probably issue tissue packets and gameboys. Haha.
But Tekong is still Tekong, got the fuckings and the pumpings, got the sweat and the lousy food. Ate the cookhouse food, same thing as the one i ate 5 years ago lor. They claimed it has improved though, say it provides all the nutrition and whatnot the modern soldier needs.
Their stage lines used still the same. They also promised safety is of the utmost importance. They had better mean it lor. My little bro is inside now. I got quarrel and fight with him last time lar, but he's my one and only bro. Wanna kill also is i kill, not army lor..
Anyhow, he inside for a few days can come out liao, never kena confinement. Lucky bastard..
Everyday he call home that kind. Don't know is he miss home or he don't want my parents to worry. But still quite sian lar. Stuck in a miserable island, gotta march, do pushups, kena fuck, eat lousy food, wash your own clothes, and worse, cannot sleep in your own comfortable bed at home.
Somemore gotta draw rifle, gotta clean the damn thing, gotta sleep at 2230 wake at 0530, last but not least, no com, no internet, nothing.
Still can remember last time i go Tekong. Before that always pia go out gai gai, play games, sing song. But come back from Tekong on weekends, home best. Food never tasted better and staying home never felt warmer.
But i'm lucky, i got a fairly good family, if not for the never ending naggings.
Yesterday was one of the better days i had this week. Met up with the guys for dinner and ktv at Plasma, and of course the drinking. Topped the night off with a game at lanshop and tim sum supper at Desker.
The game at lanshop wasn't very fair though, but my team won. Isn't that all that should matter? Hahaha!!
Tim sum at Desker was also good, Injen intro the stuff usually good one lar. The talk cock session was damn funny at certain points, but guess won't sound funny if i write it here. Those who knows knows, those who don't, too bad. Heh.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Promised my buddy to be at Plasma yesterday, went down though i would rather rot at home. Recently not much motivation to go out, somemore not as if there's any chai over there.
Anyway, got my ass over there and had my drinks. If there's anything looking forward to, its the drinks. Now that my buddy got girlfriend liao, he got more busy. Not that i always stick with him, cause once buddies forever buddies. Girlfriends don't last quite as long. Heh...
Had this lucky draw over at Plasma, 2 hampers for 2 lucky bastards. I happen to be unlucky saint. No luck there... Then came along this middle aged man, giving out 2 tickets to hongkong as extra prize, right from his own pocket. Rich fuck... If only i had this kind of godfather! Me godfather chui chui, see him like see stranger that kind. KNN...
Eventually got bored and wanted to head home. Guess what, Orchard Road FUCKING CROWDED. Wanna take a cab home also cannot find lor. At least 100000000000 cabs drove past me and none stopped.
Finally got fed up and tried to call a cab. Guess what again? Instead of the usual:"Please wait while we connect you. Our operators are all bust at the moment." It was:"DDDDDOOOOOOOO!!!!" WTF! Busy tone is so damn fucked up, especially when you are sweating in the middle of orchard road in the middle of the night, wanting to go home for a nice warm shower and comfortable sleep.
In the meanwhile, thousands of bangalahs walk past me, drunk and rowdy. Usually bangalahs isn't much of an issue, since i'm NOT a racist. But these bangalahs are dangerous and should be put behind bars for the safety of the public. They were drunk and rowdy, and were armed with bottles and bottles of spray cans.
Believe you me, these people are the scrouge of the earth. And the spray cans are not normal spray cans. The cans are the FOAM type, not the line type. And they sprayed on me. FUCKING HELL! The fucker who spray on me obviously was drunk, why would a guy spray at another guy? And why me!
Other more somber bangalahs took the chance to spray on girls. The guys around those girls were either small and weak, or were pussies. Cause they did not say or do anything to help or protect the girl. Wimps... But the bangalahs got like 99999999999999999 of them lar. Killing one means u gotta fight off the remaining 99999999999999998. Not very wise. Even an idiot would know the odds are stacked.
Anyway got home and had my shower and sleep. Cleaned out my hostel room. the reality of school starting soon sunk in my brilliant but stubborn brain. Its time to start studying!
