Firstly, I really gotta thank a few people for cheering me up this week. Grace, Pat, Shamala and Azlan. You guys really cheered me up man, cracking jokes and even just askin if I was okay...damn it felt good. Really gotta make it up to you guys, thank you just wont cover it but thats all I got for now...Thanks for putting up with my emo bullshit.
The end to another short week...ahhh...cant believe time is wizzing past like this...gotta stop poning school. Well, this week was pretty uneventful besides our usual shinanegans in class. Making fun of each other, making fun of the faci and everything else thats even vaugely funny.
But there ARE a few higlights....Theres Azlan's singing which I didnt get to see live but got to see nonetheless...via Pat's video. I know he can sing really well before that but was still cool to see him in action...hes really calm and comfortable on stage...i dunno what the heck the 1st two judges were talking about...some shit bout not knowing what to do on stage, being too comfortable and clarity...screw them...hope you get in to the finals man...hell yeah. Okaay...what else...oh apparently Pat encountered some due "going solo" in the third floor toilet..."that is disgusting " *indian accent*...how horny you gotta be to 'help' yourself in school...the guys' gotta get a grip...no pun intended...Anyway, today was pretty fun, saw THE mrbrown...he was cool, lame jokes and shit; but you really get a good view of what hes all about, and class was quite fun with Azlan in my group...frankly we didnt do anything at all. We were busy making fun at Sam's guai lan face...I was doin the same to Grace and Sham on the side...Grace had the same pissed off look..but Sham looked drunk for some reason...dont ask me why, she just did...then Azlan kept makin jokes and comments along the lines of " Is Works!" and " Is Wou Be Good!" without realizing one of our teammates really talks like that...poor thing man. Bus ride got drama also seh...1st the bus brokedown on the highway, got on to a another single decker already with ppl, with two idiot indian guys chatting like banglahs, one dude was sitting outward and blocking the way just so he could talk to his friend...could have gotten like 3 or 4 more ppl on the bus if he had sat properly..so i gave him a peice of my mind
this is how things went down...
I Go: " Dude; you mind sitting properly?..You're obstructing the way ppl cant get in man"
Indian Dude: " I don't see anyone else complaining" * que for EVERYONE in the bus to look at me*
I Go: Okay...Im really pissed off right now, so..before I whack you..sit properly.." *saying with a smile too*
Indian Dude: " Sorry brother, relax mike..." *sits properly*
Sheesh, I really thought I was gonna fight this bugger (kinda wanted to) but it was really funny the way the guy immediately backed down, probably thought I was crazy..plus got this RP student who was giggling like a faggot...nearly made me laugh...but kept my composure...and oh yah...when I said "Whack" I said it the way Azlan would have said it..hehe. Rest of the day wasnt THAT eventful...went to see my Dad's buddy at TTSH, then went to my aunt's house to eat...and now I'm keepin happy eating chocolate....trying not to bit my own finger (that one's for you Pat)...Im out...
P.S. I've made better friends, for better days
BYE.
7:33 AM
Sometimes it dawns on you that some things will always stay the same no matter how hard you try to pull away; it drags you back to a miserable agonizing place. Doesn’t help when the people around you can’t look you in the eye, let alone want you around and that they seem to feel obliged to talk to you…not that they want to. Then there are the little unexpected things that just make you want to break something…hit something till it hurts, then hit it some more. Little things like spilling your drink or stubbing your toe, can push you over the edge of self control…but the worst part is you know that there’s no one to blame…but you. Friends can only help so much…it also depends on how many friends you have or how many you think you have. Not being sure on who you can confide in, who you can trust and who you might push away if they knew how you felt about them or anything else…is something that drowns you. After a while, you stop saying anything, start pretending everything is okay and you stop being able to look these people in the eye, because of your selfish desire to tell the truth so you feel better, not knowing that doing just that will change how they act and talk to you…forever. Truth…it’s overrated, as if everything gets better because of it. But realistically one of the worst feelings in the world comes from telling the truth when it was not…needed…and you can never take it back no matter how your feelings have changed. You try to force these feelings down, as deep as you can but…you end up becoming jaded, numb and choked up when no one else is around…alone with your thoughts. You think talking to someone, sharing your feelings would some how make you feel better. No. All it does is make you feel more isolated because no one else will or can feel exactly how you feel and that just makes you drift farther away from everyone else. Home…your own house is no place of peace or solace…when you find out there’s a difference between a house and a home. Cause at the end of a long day you feel worse…after some laughter and talk with friends…knowing you’ll go home…back to your own head, alone, where its silent, dark and so painfully vast that you get lost the moment no one else is around. Everyone else has someone…you only have you…But you don’t ask for help because you don’t need or want the attention and don’t blame anyone other than yourself…you find an anchor, some superficial reason to keep you in place for the time being…just so you can look, be and function like a normal person…then drift away again when you’re alone or when you’re asleep. Alas, you don’t want sympathy, attention or help from anyone…just for everyone else to know who you are…and who you might be becoming. After saying what’s needed to be said…you only hope something will change and make you feel anything other than the numb solitude you have known for so long. Down…and getting deeper with every breath.
BYE.
3:20 AM
I'm back from W24B's chalet, apologies for the late post i've been freakin tired man.
Okay. The first day was a Sunday my dad helped out by picking up Sam, Sham, Gwace and Rayson from Ang Mo Kio MRT station...surprisingly Gwace was late and not Sham this time...weird...anyway we rock out all the back to Changi..and yes my dad DOES listen to rock. Came up to the chalet finding Pat with a look of relief on his face...we was like damn happy to see us all, first thing he said when we walked up to the door was " welcome to my crib" (lame ass). He took us on a brief tour of the huge chalet...I was like the whole floor space of a executive HDB flat times 2 man. There was a livin room downstairs (no TV) and a kitchen with a seperate dining area. Then there was the 2nd floor with another livin room with a TV, like a big space behind the stairwell which was probably 7 by 7 meters between the rooms. The rooms were HUGE. Each one had its own toilet and bathroom which were seperated; except for the one I slept in. After, lazing around for a bit and waiting for the rain to stop we went on to the changi board walk. We had a little fun with a couple a crabs some fishing dudes just released.Saw really bloated dead puffer fish at one point, so I decided to throw a rock at it to see what happens. We all expected the rock to go through it or maybe even make exlpode..but it didnt..damn rock bounced off like the fish was made out of rubber with a 'boop' sound. We then headed back to get ready for the BBQ. We ate, rested a bit, played truth or dare (most fun, most awkward, most freaky one i've ever played) then decide to go see gays at changi village...they've got good bods but they've got shitty ass faces man. Oh...we all decided to go to old changi hospital cause we were bored. We visited two buildings cause Randy and Yulin got dropped off at the wrong place and we HAD to get them lah. The first really had that badass vibe to it lah, people were holding hands and stuff but half way through we had to go get Randy and Yulin. So we head to the other building, which was bigger but not as intimidating, although that didnt stop anyone from bunching up really close to the ones with flashlights. Wasnt much to see except for lots of broken stuff, dirty toilets and lame grafitti. Decided against going to the upper floor cause we didnt want the group to split. Xue Ying gave us all a shock on the way out, cause she put her foot in a hole and kinda didnt say anthing for a few seconds (her hair was covering her face and she looked really freaky) then said she was okay...Sheesh. Headed back drank a little bit with Pat, Azlan and Yulin...Then stayed up till 5 eating and shooting the breeze with Azlan and Pat.
Chalet Day 2
Woke at 8:45...dunno how or why i just did. Had to get Azlan up and off to school
then watched America's Funniest Home Videos while eating breakfast. I went into my room at one point and came out to see Imah, Gwace and Rayson (who were watchin too) shouting "eeeewwwww" and walking really fast into the rooms, I looked up and saw a HUGE Wasp freakin out above the TV and Gwace was like "You handle it okaay?" and went into the room...I just turned on the fan and it freaked all the way out the window. Played the game of life and bluff after the rest woke up. Then went down to changi village to eat brunch. Turns out the huge hawker center is under renovation so we had to settle for less with a place nearby. Yulin was like freakin obssesed with the cats all around us (doesnt seem like the healthy type of obsession though) kept talking bout how big they were and all. We bought some BBQing stuff before leaving plus some sparklers for the others (kids these days). Came back, played some mad soccer on the second floor...1st was penalties, then sudden death, then lay-ups and chipping the ball for headers; with Yulin either being the defender or keeper...poor man. Finished the rest of the food that night. We were down to only Pat, Sam, Myself, Xue Ying, Elaine, Yulin and Randy cause the rest left. The others just sat around stoning after the food was eaten and after a while just started watching me fool around with the BBQ...which was very strange. My dad came by to relieve me of some of my stuff cause I didnt want to carry so much crap back home. He passed be some grapes, a mango and sugarcane. Gave the girls the grapes and ate the sugarcane...which they all decided to stare and watch also...bloody hell. We then went on the boardwalk again disturbing Geckos with my laser pointer...freakin funny to watching em try and 'eat' the light. Pat challenged me to catch a gecko, so i did...and they all ran away...scardey cats...Then Pat was asking me what it felt like... told him it was a cross between a gummy bear and blu tack...then he was like "Oh so if you out a gummy bear and blu tack together you get a gecko lah"...okaaaay. We headed back...Azlan came back with his girlfriend...we hung out in the 2nd floor livin room, Pat decided to tap the beer keg and poor some on me ('what the hell's that smell?' *smells back and cap*)...idiot...We then decided to turn off the lights and talk ghost stories, Azlan's ones were the best seh...damn mind blowing like...alternate dimensions and very very strange things hes seen up close...kudos man...i would have gone mad a long time ago. We then headed into one of the rooms cause everyone was tried of going to the loo alone. Me, Pat,Sam,Azlan and Yana all moved one of the bigger beds into the room so we could all continue talking and fall asleep if we wanted. We exchanged a little more stories and then ordered Macs. Was pretty funny when we found out the came in a pair...probably scared they kanna pontianak...they rest fell asleep after eating, while Azlan and i watched a comedy show half way then fell asleep.
Last Day
I woke up at 8:oo took a nice long bath cause everyone was asleep, put alot of the stuff back the wat they were and went in two groups to changi village. I stopped off at my house in a cab to drop my things off. We later met up at S-11 foodcourt near tampines library, ate watched a little bit of ESPN on the TV they had there, stoned and split up to go home. I started unpacking and getting the beer smell off my clothes...my dad was like " Eh...so good ah put everything for soak already" *suspicious look*...then fell asleep half way...for like 4 hours...then watched a few shows...stayed up talking bout how great the chalet was.
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CAME FOR GIVING ME A GREAT TIME...UNTIL THE NEXT CHALET!!!!!
P.S. "I can see you throwing stones, walking on the beach your toes in the sand" :)
BYE.
8:00 PM
Okaaay...here goes my first post. Firstly, I'd like to thank Gwace, Sam and Sham for helping me with this; or as i would like to call them the "BLOGGER TRIPLE THREAT". Anyhoo, today was kinda of a bore, Pat didnt come to class (lazy ass) and the lesson was math! which didnt help the boredom issue. I dislike math so much I think my body is having a reaction to it, cause in the morning I sneezed out of nowhere when is saw the problem statement...must be allergic to math. Labels: January 11 2007, My First Post
Hmm..whatelse, oh Mr. Franklin apparently has the same taste in pencil cases as me (poser) and umm...Aslan so enthusiastically pointed out that Franklin might very well be a Fairy (Gay) cause of his limp wrist flopping about when ever he's explaining something on the white board...weird but interesting...gotta talk to Pat about this.
I left class with Grace, Sam, Yulin and Randy (not trying to offend anyone ah but Yulin and Randy talk like old apehs at a coffeshop seh...loud and fast even while they're right next to each other *sniggers*) .
Brought Randy to Tampines cause he needed to meet a friend who wanted to go jogging *raised eyebrow*. It was raining "cats and balls" by the time we reached the busstop; told Randy what bus take and left him.
p.s. IT CANT RAIN ALL THE TIME MY ASS...
BYE.
1:58 AM