Pissy Wissy

For some unknown reason,I just cannot sleep for the past one hour.My brain is begging me to get some rest but somehow I just can’t.Maybe too many things in my mind.Tomorrow school starts and you can probably guess I am not looking foward to it.Well,with the exception of meeting her.

So,school starting and I still have a few projects left untouched.Not my fault entirely because my group mates dont give a damn to actually bother to meet up to at least start the project.Well ok,its all down to our laziness.But hey,it’s not easy when your groupmates are scattered around Singapore.Finding a location to meet can be troublesome.We will see tomorrow.

So,today was supposed to start on my already due photography assignment but had to cancel it off because I had to submit my other project to the group leader.Maybe tommorow I take pictures of the school.Hah.

Today someone just had to spoil my pleasant mood by not coming at the promised time.Supposed to meet at 3.30 but that guy was trying to be cute by waking up at 3.30.Then you arrived at around 4+ and told me that you are leaving at 6.

Fucker.

Lucky the project wasnt that time consuming.

CIP

Sorry for the lack of updates.The last three days was damn hectic.It left me quite shagged and I never got the chance to blog about the past events.Let me just update on what I did today.Since I remember it clearest.

Today,I had to do CIP for my Character Development module.The most redundant module ever.Its like learning the same old values all over again.From primary school up to now,still the same.Maybe subconsciously it helps me but for now its more of wtf.

So,plan was to head to Kallang CC for some bbq-ing with the disabled.It was to be carried out from 5.30 to 9.30.To be honest,I was kind of clueless of what I was supposed to do when I reached at Kallang because my group leader never told me about the details.So when I got to know the details,it excited me a little.What kind of CIP involves just bbq-ing and eating?

So,went to the CC.Slacked for awhile then proceeded to start the fire for bbq.Here comes the torturous part,they gave us charcoal which is damn big and thick.They are so big,I could hit it at some poor old dude and let him suffer a coma.We took around 45 minutes to start up the fire and about 10 firestarted were used.So you could guess how kental it was.

Oh yeah,along the way.The people there suggested using newspaper to burn the stubborn charcoals.I was like huh?Isnt it gonna be poisonous?Then one the woman say dont care so I was like ok then.

So I wont go to hell for accelerating the deaths of the people who will eat the food.You guys should have seen the mess when we burned the newspaper.People would have mistaken us for burning hell paper for the hungry ghosts.Finally,the fire started after awhile.Started with otah-otah.The people there told me it was their first time bbq-ing.Judging by the way they ask questions,it wasnt a suprise.Mind you,the disabled were having a rip roaring time playing bingo.Hearing their reactions when a number was called.

All the people who organized the bbq was more of a burden.One of them sarcastically said our fire was getting bigger,in actual truth its a fucking small ember.I felt like shoving the charcoal up her ass.Complain so much.The handicapped lads were much more pleasant to talk to.They were more understanding.Slowly,got the hang of it.

Oh yeah,they had karaoke session too.One old lady sang a chinese version of the numa-numa song.I didnt know a chinese version existed.She sang the chorus for like 5 minutes.No wonder the rest were like sian-ing already.But kudos to her for the effort though,still could afford a jiggle.

So,after like hours inhaling carbon and whatever fumes.Had a chance to eat the rest of the bbq food because the people started leaving.I ate like some kind of monster.Dont know how many otah-otah’s I ate.

Went home with a full stomach and smelling like a piece of charcoal.No wonder got the stares by people in the mrt.

Haha.

Trapt.

Today was supposed to be quite a fun day.Planned to play street soccer in school with the guys and then head to Jurong Swimming Complex.Plan was to meet them at 10 in school.So,woke up like around 8.30 and bathe etc.etc.Then I realised all my family members were not at home.

So,I was set and ready to go.The only thing was to find my house key to unlock the door because my door is a special door.It can only unlock from the inside using a key.Most doors no need one.The reason for my house having such a special door?

My grandmother loves to sneak out of the house.She will sneak out when nobody’s watching and go wherever her heart desire.You see,my grandmother last time took a bad fall and never recoverd fully from it.Now her head’s kinda messed up so she regularly forget things and loves to say nonsensical things.Beacause of this,sometimes she claims that one her ‘friends’ ask her to lepak at some ulu places and will try to leave the house quietly.A very dangerous scenario which happened twice.So my father installed a lock that can only be unlocked using a key.

So,now you guys know that I need a key to unlock the door to go out.However,I could not find my keys.I spent like 20 mins turning the place upside down searching for it.Already frustrated,I called my mom asking if she saw it.Good news was that it was with my maid.Bad news was that my maid wont be home until late at night.

GREAT.

Locked inside in your own house.How does it feel to wake up so fucking early and then discover that you cannot step out of the house?I felt like some loser.Well,maybe I am.So,took out my phone to tell Ahmad that I could not join them.Then I realised that my phone was dead.So went to charge my phone.However,thanks in no part to my luck today.I could not find my charger.

BEST.

No words can describe how frustrating it was for me.No phone.No outing.No fun.But what was the most depressing thing was that I could not contact zy.She was supposed to sms me before she went to johore until friday(I think).Now I cant contact her until friday.

Torturing I tell you.

So zy,if you are reading this.Sorry I couldnt relply to your smses and I hope you enjoy yourself there eventhough half the time you spend there will be doing on essays.Ilyvm and dont worry too much about the AD.

Ok,Im done here.

Cracks.

I am depressed.My mp3 Creative Zen is damaged very badly.The screen is totally cracked.The cause?

My father.

He accidentallystepped on it while I was sleeping.When I woke up this morning,I wanted to charge my mp3.Normally,it will show the Zen logo.However,all that appeared was cracks.The feeling was absolute depression.I just got the mp3.Now its gone.All my songs.From the Arctic Monkeys to Mariah Carey(yeah,i listen to her) all gone.

Damn sad and angry.So I called him straight away.

“Eh,you stepped on my mp3 ah just now?”

“I think so.Why?”

“The screen now crack”

“Oh.Is it?Then how?”

“A new mp3 for me”

“Oh ok.How much?”

At that moment,I was already considering 300 bucks.But in view of the current recession,I asked for 150 bucks.See,how thoughtful I am.I don’t go squandering my parents money unnecessarily.

So,a new mp3 for me!Sweet.

In other news,I am afraid of parks.Temporarily.

Lions.

I shall update what I did on Sunday.You guys know that on Sunday,Singapore vs Vietnam semi final 2nd leg was held on that day.I went with my poly friends to catch the match at Kallang Stadium.Its been quite some time since I went to Kallang Stadium to watch a football match,actually its been ages.So you could guess I was pretty excited about it.

So,went out to meet Duwi and Isaac to go to Kallang.When we reached there,all you could see is a sea of red bodies walking out of the mrt station.We reached there quite early due to the fact that we have not gotten our tickets yet.So,feeling hungry we went to this prata shop.The people working there have some kind of weird logic.Or more of no logic.

I asked if there was thosai telur(egg).This was what he replied.

“Thosai have.Egg have.But dont have thosai egg.”

WTF.

Dont they know how to combine those two?That is one thing,the next was more of a classic.

Duwi wanted 2 egg prata and 1 plain prata.

Then the guy said,”Egg prata have,but no plain prata.”

Double wtf.What is that guy playing at sia.

So,after stuffing ourself with flour.We went to meet the others.By the time we reached there,Farhan(Gombak player) had gotten us the tickets.So,thanks man.Saved the time queing up for it.We slacked at the staircase to wait for some of the guys to arrive.While waiting,we saw Precious’s younger brother,Farhan’s teammate.He looked much more look-able than his older brother if you ask me.He looked like some rapper while his older brother looked like some lost tribesman who discovered the wonders of steroids.

We went in the stadium after giving up of waiting for someone.When we went in,the stadium wasnt yet full so finding seats wasnt a problem.I think if I were to ask all the mats and minahs to sit together,they would occupy 1/4 of the stadium.Thats alot.Anyway,I have a fond habit of eavesdropping to their conversations.High chance you will listen them talk nonsense.Here’s one I overheard.

“Sialah!Why got alot of people at the stadium sia?!’

Oh.My.God.

If i was his mate,I would suffocate him with a shop n save plastic bag.His stupidity knows no bounds.

So,match started shortly.I rather would not like to comment on the game itself because its nonsensical.I just want to say that vietnam players have a career in acting if they put their time on it.Throughout the game,vulgarities are thrown at anything and anyone who were a threat to Singapore’s elimination from the tournament.I am also one of them.But I tried to limit what I scold because beside me was a preschool kid.Lets just say his vocabulary in the English Language will improve.

Sadly,we lost.I wasnt that depressed actually.Maybe its because I am not a hardcore fan of the Lions.Sad huh.Oh yeah,as I was walking out of the stadium with duwi and isaac.There was this malay family of five walking along us.What amazes me was that the three daughters were like screaming the “buto” cheer/jeer.The surprising part was that the parents were also joining in.The daughters were of primary school age I think.They were literally buto-ing every chance they got.Sigh.Corrupted family. 

So,went to Simpang with Taufiq,Mahatir,Isaac and his friend to chill.Sadly,had to go home because father started nagging.Yeah.My father can nag.Went home.I went into the room and my phone rang.It was my father.He did not realise that I am in the house.God knows why I picked it up.

“Hello?”

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!!I HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR NONSENSE!!!WHEN YOU REACH HOME YOU WATCH OUT!”

“I think you have failed to realise that I am already in the house ten minutes ago.Whose the one being nonsense now?”

“Really?Oh.Ok.See you.”

Joker ah my father.

Mr sensitive noob guy that is not open minded enough.

Look.Guys.If any you guys are offended by my posts,the proper thing to do is to inform me of my insensitivities to any subject by commenting on it.Then I can remove it.

You got no right to judge me just by reading what I write.Ask your dear friend,most of the time what I say are full of rubbish.Cannot be taken seriously,its just a light dig at them.Why you are so offended,I got no idea.Im so very sorry if it affects you.And also to others who are.

Alright.I have said what I wanna say.End of story.Full stop.

And friend,I didnt want you to get involve in this.But i am disappointed in you.Very.

The river in the island

Today had fun playing street soccer at Simpang Bedok maybe because alot of people came down this morning.Played against a team of NS guys.Playing against them gets kinda frustrating.They run and run and run and run and run.You cannot even get 3 seconds holding the ball.The only way to stop them and get the ball from them is to use unorthodox methods.

Up to the point when one of the NS guys asked me to relax.Haha.I think that was because I horse kick him or something.So,after playing for like 3 hours or so,went home to bathe and met Duwi and Isaac to make jerseys for intercons.We finally chose a jersey made by Uhlsport.It was nice compared to others.Actually we had more options,its just that someone had to be freaking large that XL or even XXL cant fit him.So to make do with the unexpected burden,our choice was kinda limited.

My jersey number is 44.Not an auspicious number definitely.

Oh yeah,those who owns a psp should play manhunt 2.Its freaking sick.You become the hero killing other people with a pen.A freaking pen.I think its the most sadistic game ever.

Balls of Fury

My groin injury just had to give me problems again.I had a game today but had to give it a miss.Why?When I woke up,my whole groin area was very sore.

No,I didn’t had a masturbating marathon yesterday.

Nor did I experimented a whole new way of masturbating.

It was just sore.Full stop.

Spent the whole day sleeping.Pretty boring I must say.Tomorrow no plans to go out.At least get to save money.I spent my money on a pair of shoes and a brand new pair of Praia in a span of two days.Not a good idea considering how bleak the economy is.But hey,Its more of a need than a want.

Taufiq reckons that my needs and wants cant be distinguished apart already.

Idiot.

Till next~

A Certain Romance

Ever since the start of my term break,Ive been out of the house almost everyday.So much so that my parents still think that my holidays havent even started.Not my fault really,I rather go out than rot at home.

Just now when I was in my parents room playing with my baby sister,my father asked me this.

“Kim,your holidays started already right?Why are you out of the house almost every single day?”

“I got some events *mumble*mumble*”

Then ah,my mother just had to interrupt me.

“YOU GOT GIRLFRIEND RIGGHHHT!!!???”

Shit.

“No,where got.Everyday go out doesn’t mean  have a girlfriend”

“But last time I got boyfriend everyday meet whaaat.”

“Wah,so sweet ah the boyfriend.Who ah?”

“Alah,that guy ah.Still with me ever since”

Some of you will go awwwww.For me,nausea overcame me.

The best part was that my father was blushing by then.My god,I could have died laughing.

Anyway,went out today to have lunch at Simpang with her.Very surprised as I wasn’t expecting to meet her for this whole week due to her commitments.Well,I was lucky I guess.I really enjoy her company nevertheless.Heh.

She loves Tabasco sauce.The way she literally poured the sauce all over her lasagna.Total madness.

Speaking of food.Im feeling hungry.

Till next.

Dickers

Taufiq called braziliano praia as brazilian prada.

Yesterday,Sufi called Dickies as Dickers.

Retarded friends like them are priceless.They never fail to entertain you.

Went to school for a while to referee a captain’s ball match.A waste of time if you ask me.Taufiq tagged along or more precisely,I dragged him along.Taufiq was amazed at how big SP is.He was more amazed at how big the serving for a 2 bucks fried rice.So much so that he took a picture of it to show to his TP friends.Joker.

Went to Sentosa with Rasul,Wei Chong,Maria,Shiwen and Jenna.A pretty last minute thing.Jenna is still short as ever.Maria is getting wider.Hah!

Slacked.Slept.Talked.Walked.

Oh yea,I love pouring sand into people shoe’s,right maria?

Went home with her(coincidentally,she too had plans at sentosa).Spent 15 minutes waiting at Khatib for my bus to finally realising I missed the last bus.Taxi-ed home because mother wanted me to reach home ASAP.Thank god the fare is paid by my mom.

A pretty straight foward day to be exact.