It’s been a long weekend. Too long. More of such nights and I shall really die before I reach 40. Friday night dinner was Tiger, Marlboro and some peanuts. I don’t need to describe further, those people who were in my weekend knows who they are. I had a great time at ES on Saturday night, thanks Mike for the Chivas.

Fat Bastard (Bernard, that’s your nick), my pal, is leaving for Australia. Friends, they come and go. I really need to put in more effort to treasure them, to ensure our friendships last. I have lost too many over the years. My new furniture just arrived Monday evening, and I spent the whole night packing my stuff, sleeping only at nine in the morning. When packing, I came across all the letters I have kept since primary school, which I haven’t had the chance to re-read, till last night that is. It made me realised I have had many close childhood friends, and perhaps due to negligence on my part, our distance have grown so far, too far. To all my friends reading this, past and present, you are always on my mind, more than you think (more than any chick, Lin Chi-ling included); just that we all only have 24 hours, and sometimes, it will feel awkward. But, I do think of you.

Fat Bastard will leave on the 5^th, while I am still in Queensland, but Gerard is back from Australia (yesterday till February), they come and go, I say. So, this Christmas, I have decided to write to all my friends (who I have the addresses), no matter how busy I am. Maybe I should tattoo all their names on my back!

But seriously, Fat Bastard don’t know when is the next time he will be back, but I have already been invited to so smoke weed with him and some Aussie babes in Melbourne.

I will be bringing back some kangaroo meat from Queensland. So, interested friends, contact me on the 10^th. Adios.

Shrek’s girlfriend’s dad just passed away, early hours of Wednesday morning. Car accident.  Frankly, when this sort of shit happens, it puts everything in your life in perspective. It makes my minor financial problem even more minor; it makes my constant bickering with my sister seems trivial; it makes girls and their effect on my life all the more insignificant. It makes you really want to have a drink and think about life. What does life means to you? I mean, I sometimes dream of having my first million, working towards my dream Evolution, fucking my 100^th girl... But when I think it through, what really matters is whether I can stop my squabbling with my sister, quit working so much and just spend some quality time at home with my parents, and making my friendships last a lifetime.

I do not know what your aim in life is, but if it is a car, a fat bank account, a high social status or a hot chick, I can tell you now it is not all worth it. To me, accompanying my dad go fishing on Sunday mornings means so much more. I don’t know how many more Sunday mornings we will have together, seriously. Last night, after going to the wake, I lied in bed, and I just cannot sleep. My mind keeps thinking about shit that can happen to my life, and I feel so vulnerable. Maybe now I can understand why my dad was so insistent on me not getting myself a bike (insistent = over his dead body).

This incident has made Shrek and me closer. And I really don’t wish to lose him as a friend. Because I know I have lost many friends along the way, and I regretted. I am guilty of not putting in enough effort in the past, letting my friends drift away. When you are younger, you think that you will meet many people you can connect with, you will have many close friends. But when you grow up, you realise that there only this handful of people who can understand you, who can share your ups and your downs, who will really be there for you with a phone call. I firmly believe things happen for a reason, and this person you met today did not just cross your path for nothing. You never know. You never know.

Today’s my sister’s 12^th birthday. Just a simple family steamboat followed by the standard cake. But the highlight of the evening has to be the conversation I had with my mum after dinner, over a few glasses of Bailey’s. Never knew I can have such a heart-to-heart talk with her. She talked about her relationship with my dad during courtship, marriage, and now while watching their kids grow up. I begin to understand marriage is a life-long commitment, and it is not as easy as I thought. She told me to treasure my time while I am still single, which I totally agree- keep my options open, when the time comes, settle down. So, the only girl in my life now is my mum- the four words on my back testify to that.

Anyway, after dinner, I did the usual dishes while my dad and sisters try to digest their seafood in front of the television set. Typical family dinner, I have to say. Whoever marries my sisters, he will surely have a hard time- so, you all brothers of mine, you now know why I never recommend you my sisters.

Earlier in the day, I had my usual dose of Sunday morning soccer with Les, Ben and Later (he’s forever late for the game, though the venue is just below his home). We got thrashed by the Commonwealthers, which is as rare as Later scoring a goal nowadays. In fact, Later did score today. Maybe that’s why we lost big-time.

After that, we had lunch together and engaged in some interesting conversation (since I wasn’t working). Of the four of us, only Later is attached, albeit recently so. I find that we guys, we just want to get laid (kind of like American Pie). There is a saying- Any girl who thinks that food is the way to a man’s heart is aiming 6 inches too high. Les is a clubber who dreams of finding the one at Phuture. What are the odds, man? Ben is a soccer fanatic, who dreams about having true love while he wastes his life away in books. Later is an arrogant shit- who talks the talk, but never walk the walk.

For me, my true love remains soccer- because it will never break you heart (maybe it will indirectly cause you to break you leg, but who cares?). Once you love someone, you risk being hurt- I was once told. I cannot agree more.