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Saturday, April 29
Take 2. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Mmm hmm. "Justinian said he'll pick Eileen and I up at Clementi to go Bedok Sports Hall for judo competition. I woke like damn early just to catch a bus to Clementi. Then in the end, he woke up late and we ended up going there on our own by the MRT."
You can't blame it on the weather, friend.
Okay damn weird, I actually got an email asking me to go for an interview and test for Law at NUS. Like wth? I just put that for fun. Now I'm wondering if spending the whole of next Friday doing an interview and written test that I am hardly interested in - much less having a chance of passing - is worth the time. Supposed to celebrate Yali's birthday. How la howwww. My grandad wants me to become Chief Justice by the age of 45.
Anyway, it just occurred to me that I need to spice up my social life. It's kinda stagnating now. Okay, I don't need to, I just feel like it. And contemplating on ways and means to do so. I could...
1) Write a sweet little 'U RaWkxX!!' testimonial for every one of my 366 friends.
2) Work at a place where all the cute guys do not already have hot girlfriends.
3) Hang at Zouk on Wednesdays.
4) Make use of my currently defunct Nightlife.sg account and randomly send personal messages to people about how I can tell from their profiles that they are very nice and interesting.
5) Go for some uni orientation camp or other.
6) Join MIRC #singles. (Hahahaha.)
And, if I'm really desperate -
7) HABBO HOTEL!
Oh well.
I think I'm better off being a loser.
Stuck in reverse.
Went back to CJ today to collect my referral letter from Mr Kwee, or rather from Pigeon Hole 48. (Always wondered why they're called pigeon holes.) Before I forget, thanks Mr Kwee and thanks Kel for helping me out :) Anyway, as I was boarding the 105 back, I got on with the Yong Tau Foo aunty (yes, the super blurcock one) - and I suddenly remembered I didn't really like her cause she boiled my nuggets. Twice. >:(
Actually, what I wanted to say was that tomorrow in CJ is Awards Day, and I'm not getting anything. That sucks. Cause, well... It just sucks. Feeling kinda disappointed with myself - makes little sense after such a long while, but still. I've always had this nagging little feeling that I didn't get what I could've, or should've - and sometimes I think I've kinda disappointed the people around me. Like my teachers, and my parents. My parents are wonderful cause they never scold me for not doing well - so, that makes it even worse! But bah, now's not the time to whine and wallow in self-pity.
Uni, here I come!
And now it feels like this.
Turn it inside out so I can see,
The part of you that's drifting over me.
When I wake you're never there,
And when I sleep you're everywhere.
You're everywhere.
Left behind an emotional concussion.
Last Saturday's training was decidedly weird. We, or should I say they - since technically I'm not subject to all that any longer - got punished for slacking and not moving fast enough. That's normal. What was not so normal was that the punishment involved us sitting around and watching the seniors do their own training.
Very -_-".
Brief respite from the consuming heat and tiring throws, no doubt - but ultimately, a totally horrible psychological form of torture. The Guilt Effect - I think there were some serious mind games going on there! It's kinda like saving up an entire lifetime to buy your dream guitar - and then somebody gives it to you for free. You know?
Sometimes satisfaction comes only the hard way.
That being said, I think it again confirms the theory that the only thing worse than Hate is Apathy. At least Hate registers some form of emotion. In the same way, doing pushups or being punished physically kinda lets you feel you've atoned for your sins - and not being able to just bloody well sucks.
And this coldness is killing me.
BAY productions.
Take 1.
we r sto0pid buggerx.
Oh yeah. Genius at work.
Just another line in a song.
Kim’s the first girl I kissed,
I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
Sick, sad little world.
Just found out some very disturbing news.
It seems someone whom I love alot is suffering from that bitch syndrome we all know as Anorexia. And apparently, its damn serious.
My dear girl - I don't know if you'll read this, I don't know if I should hope that you do, because I don't even know what to say. All I know is that it hurts me, and everyone else around you, to see or think of you like this. This isn't the right way out - and this wasn't even your battle until you made it yours.
So I'm begging you, please start eating again. I'm praying for you; praying that the next time I see you, I'll be met with the cheerful and slighty insane girl I've known since forever.
Love.
She did a dance, a skip, and tripped on her feet.
For whoever wants to smell like heaven.
I swear you'll feel like licking yourself after you bathe in this. Oh, kinky.
Like a geek in the pink.
Yesterday was fraught with freaky trishaw drivers, several beneficial detours (a rather nicer form of being lost), ransacking of Singapore maps in bookstores, checking out gorgeous guitars at Swee Lee, and a very awestruck trip to the new National Library.
They have 3 rows of shelves solely dedicated to Agatha Christie. I almost went delirious with joy.
However, I have to admit that on the context of exploring the Bugis area (again, still unwilling to admit being hopelessly lost) - I've developed a slight fascination for those antique shophouses and their very Victorian decor. Wouldn't mind spending another day traisping around and discovering cool places to dine.
That being said, I really have a very bad sense of direction. ):
For what it's worth.
I'm officially worth SGD$46,000. In the event of my permanent incapacitation or death, my family will be paid this amount of money to tide them over for a few years - or so NTUC Income tells me. Really, I don't know whether I should be happy or sad - I mean, can one really put a value to one's life?
Bah, I wonder how they came up with this figure. I suppose I must come under some Student Plan thing - you think maybe RJ students are worth $50k? Hahahahah. I sure hope not. Cause there'll be all the more incentive to stick a knife into them. Kidding.
Well here's news for you, NTUC - I have a really nice collar pin collection that's bound to be worth more than your stipulated amount in about 20 years' time or so. Ha! Take THAT!
I'm feeling pretty damn broke at present - I'm not earning very much and its too painful to withdraw money from my bank. Plus, I owe my mum money ): Darn, I really wish some money would fall from the sky. Or anywhere else, for that matter - I'm not too picky.
Still, it's nice to know that as of now, my dad's Ford Focus is worth more than me. Cheers.
The nails in your hands.
I realised, after my daily dose of aimless blog-hopping, that no one really wrote anything about Easter. No thoughts, no comments, no feelings, no new insights. Have we really grown so immune to the Easter message that we fail to see its importance or its significance anymore? Or have we been thankful for so long that we've forgotten exactly what we're thankful for?
The speaker yesterday said that the Easter message was one that was hard - almost impossible to believe. But conversely, what if we've been believing without really thinking about the enormity and the near impossibilty of the events that took place? I think it is more dangerous to believe blindly than to have hesitant doubts.
So if this Easter, you think about Jesus' hands being pierced by nails - and you feel indifference; if you remember that He rose again - and you pass it off with a sanctimonious nod; if all you took away was the little toy from inside the Easter egg - well, maybe you should think again.
I know I should.
Maybe memories.
CJC grandstand, 4th step from the top.
That place itself is a pothole of memories - breaktimes spent watching rowdy soccer matches, chatting about random topics with classmates, doing the infamous grandstands for mass PE, etc.
It was great sitting there and chatting with Huishan as well - and enjoying the non-existent breeze.
Well, we can't have it all but this sure comes close. ;)
Luna Moonfang, iceskates & 8-ball pool.
Nah, relax dudes - I'm not (as of now) in anyway hooked on DOTA. I merely played one game today to satisfy the whims of the group of buggers I was with - namely Gab, Joel, Nick, Smellyman and Lambie. Yah okay, I think I got owned cause I died like 9 times and had 0 kills. But still. I almost turned someone into a chicken. (Yes, you can do that in DOTA - surprise surprise.)
Well, after that was ice-skating. Oh yeah - we met Sir at Jurong East Macs before that; was pretty weird considering I'd just posted that previous post about him this morning. Hahaha anyway me and Joel were talking to him about judo, training and all. And, oops, I think that particular J1 whom I stole the entry from might be in abit of trouble. Sorry, babe. :D
Back to skating - it was fun! It started off painfully for our feet, but I guess it takes getting used to. It was quite funny cause we were standing outside laughing about the people who paid money just to go in there and stand around - but we kinda ended up doing the same thing for awhile. Hahaha. I was the 2nd to fall - crashed into this guy - but sorry, no romantic sub-story ensued. Anyway I'm very bad at braking. And I want my daughter to be a skater next time. And I want to go back to skate again. Soon.
The ice saga was followed by a few rounds of pool, and some picture-taking. Stupid thing was, we forgot to take pictures while we were skating - so we had to make do with a picture taken from the outside of the rink. Ah, well.
After that we headed down to Beach Road for dinner - thank God for Joel and his drivers license. Dinner was not too bad - had bone marrow for the first time; I'm not sure why but it felt horribly unhealthy. Then we realised that the last time we were there together was when Gab was enlisting and we went with him to buy his army stuff - that was more than a year ago. However cliche this may sound, time really flies!
And what better way to end a perfect day than Mambo Night at Zouk? So we went there, danced and partied like crazy - not! Hahahah. I was kidding about the clubbing. We considered it though! (Okay, not really - more like I suggested it and the rest of them thought I was a little nuts.)
That pretty much sums up my day. (Not much of a 'summing up', I know.) Thanks guys, I had fun. (:
Now I'm off to squeeze in a few episode of Lost before I sleep. I'm a hopeless addict now, or didn't you know.
* Photos here, yo.
Teehee.
I got this off a J1 judoka's blog, which I kinda found at random.
First reaction: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Actually, I don't even know who she is - but I saw this post and I was laughing the polka-dots off my knickers. (Uh, right.)
It's just so Sir.
Jamming made my day.
