What can I say? Like brother, like sister.

http://full-of-rubbish.blogspot.com/

Anyway, she used some vulgarities on her blog (that is so not befitting of my sister). And I asked her why she put ‘fucking’ before the word angry. She said it is to illustrate her anger (load of bull). I asked her what if I was to say ‘fucking tired’ or fucking happy’- does it mean I am angry and tired at the same time; or happy and furious all at once? She couldn’t answer me. So, I told her to clean up her blog, which she said she would. The last time I checked, the vulgarities are still there. Like I’ve said- like brother, like sister. 

Greetings to all my fans out there! My apologies for my somewhat lifeless and mundane entries the past weak- it’s most likely due to a combination of utter boredom and the Ayu-overdose effect. Anyway, my dear Tigress is back from Pulau Redang, so I figured she would like something interesting to read about, and I shan’t disappoint her. Let’s start on some updates (as usual).

I spent the weekend with my new best friend, Youtube (no kidding). I am currently a big fan of Craig Ferguson and Ali G is my Brother. Both distinctly different guys, each with their own unique sense of humour, which I hope to emulate one day (with or without Jessica Alba pulling the strings for me). I spent Sunday playing soccer- twice, to be precise. It’s a long story, but this sort of crazy soccer outing usually involves Les. I slept for twelve straight hours last night, and I woke up with a sore back and swollen ankles (girls dig Ronaldo, guys kick Ronaldo, enough said). Speaking of sleeping, I dreamt of Gillian Chung last night (if you don’t already know, she is one of my past loves, and all 157.5cm of her graduated from RMIT University). The dream was so real that I can close my eyes now and picture her in my mind so vividly. You know what? I think I even caught a sniff of Gillian’s Chanel Allure Sensuelle when I awoke in my bed. Beautiful dream.

Okay, let’s get on to the topic of the evening- love. More specifically, past loves. A combination of the movie ‘Before Sunrise’ and Craig Ferguson’s gibe at K-Fed (you know who) got me all thinking about my past relationships. Apparently after managing to cut a rap album, appear on WWE and hump Britney nuts, K-Fed now wants custody of the two kids. Funny thing- he had kids from his previous marriage, but he isn’t keen on fighting for their custody. That piece of shit just wants Britney’s money, period.

Alright, let’s not waste anymore time on that Player. After Wina, I come to understand that even the nicest girl in the world sometimes may not be THE girl. Don’t get me wrong, she is one of the simplest and sweetest girls I know. She is the type mums would like, but regrettably, she is too nice, erm, for me. I am no mummy’s boy, and hence, I like girls with a touch of naughtiness (bitchiness, if you like) about them. Well, Bee definitely possessed that attribute, so did Yee, to a certain extent. But not Wina and Bing. Let me just get it straight, my thoughts on these girls are purely based on the time when I was with them, which may vary from nine years to nine weeks ago. In all probabilities, they might actually have crumbled and descended into a life of weed and tequila after our break ups. I mean, who knows?

In ‘Before Sunrise’, Jesse, a young American met this French student, Celine, on the train home. When they were about to part ways, Jesse provocatively suggested that Celine postpone her trip to Paris and instead embarked on a spontaneous journey to Vienna. Well, this is what he said (or made up)-

Jesse: Alright, I have this insane idea, but if I don’t ask you this, it’s going to haunt me the rest of my life.

Celine: What?

Jesse: I want to keep talking to you, you know, I have no idea of what your situation is, but I feel like we have some kind of connection, right?

Celine: Yeah, me too.

Jesse: Well, great. So listen, here’s the deal, this is what we should do. You should get off the train with me here in Vienna and come check out the place.

Celine: What? What will we do?

Jesse: Erm, I don’t know. All I know is I have to catch an Austrian airline flight tomorrow morning at nine-thirty. And I don’t really have enough money for a hotel, so it’s just going to be walking around, and it will be a lot more fun if you came along with me. And if I turn out to be some kind of psycho, you can just get on the next train.

Celine: Haha.

Jesse: Alright, think of it like this. Jump ahead, ten, twenty years, okay? And you are married. Only your marriage doesn’t have the same energy it used to have. You start to blame your husband. You start to think about all those guys you met in your life, and what might have happened, if you picked up with one of them, right? Well, I’m one of those guys, that’s me. So, think of this as time travel, from then to now, to find out what you’re missing out and to see what this really could be. It’s a gigantic favour to both you and your future husband to find out you’re not missing out on anything. I’m just as big a loser as he is- totally unmotivated, totally boring, and you made the right choice and you’re really happy.

Celine: Ha. Let me get my bag.

You understand the reason Celine went with Jesse, don’t you? It’s like just one night, nothing to lose (I am not involving sexual intercourse here, alright). She left with him because she was convinced by him, and most importantly, she didn’t want to have the lingering doubt of not having given Jesse a chance. In short, she didn’t want any regrets. But I tell you, it will not happen to you or to me. Why? Simply because life is not a movie- everyone lies, good guys lose and love does not conquer all.

Frankly, it’s this ‘no regrets, no what ifs’ theory that got me into deep shit in most of my relationships. I must learn to walk away, and only get into a relationship with someone who I can really walk the walk with. Someone who I can already understand before any talk of a relationship; and not someone whom I try to understand after we are in a relationship. This has always been my Achilles’ heel. Period.

Which brings me back to Britney Spears. I strongly believe that Britney must have been applying that same rule (I have been digging my own grave with) when she was considering whether to marry (gold-digging) K-Fed. He is no wrestler, not much of a husband or a father and he cannot rap to save his life- so I assume the only reason why Britney gave that piece of shit a shot is because she didn’t want a life of what ifs and regrets. Or she is just plain stupid.

Alright, enough of talking about love and all. I can go on and on about my ex, but I would have to type into the morning, and frankly, I am not here to dig up the past. It’s all just about me and my thoughts. Okay, it’s bedtime for me now, as school’s starting tomorrow (finally). I can already feel Gillian waiting for me with nothing but her perfume on. Goodnight.

An 83-year old woman decided that she'd seen and done everything, and the time had come to depart from this world.

After considering various methods of doing away with herself, she came to the conclusion that the quickest and surest method would be to shoot herself through the heart. The trouble was, she wasn't certain about exactly where her heart was, so she phoned her doctor and asked him. He told her that her heart was located two inches below her left nipple.

So she shot herself in the left kneecap.

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Seriously, I am not in the mood to blog. All thanks to my good friend. I used to enjoy blogging- telling my fans how shitty my day was and stuff. But now, I cannot do so without pissing someone off- I cannot tell the truth because apparently, the truth hurts. I know you must be wondering what is the reason behind this, and I think the first answer that comes to your mind is the right one (hint: what can come between friendship?). Enough said. Let my pictures do the talking. Goodnight. 

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash

Oh baby with your pretty face

Drop a tear in my wineglass

Look at those big eyes

See what you mean to me

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes

I'm a delusion angel

I'm a fantasy parade

I want you to know what I think

Don't want you to guess anymore

You have no idea where I came from

We have no idea where we're going

Lodged in life

Like branches in a river

Flowing downstream

Caught in the current

I carry you

You'll carry me

That's how it could be

Don't you know me?

Don't you know me by now? 

Okay, okay, where should I start? Saturday evening, I suppose. I love Saturdays, especially now that I am single. Les, Benitez, WJ and I had steamboat at Marina South. The food was fine, but being the ugly Singaporeans we are, we didn’t exactly finish all the food that we took. We proceeded on to VivoCity to watch a movie. Any movie. We ended up going to Sentosa to enjoy the sea breeze, as we wanted to watch Die Hard 4.0, but we had two hours to kill. So, at ten at night, under the moonlit sky, we four very single, so not gay, charming gentlemen spent an hour or so walking along Siloso Beach. It was fun at first, then it became boring and tiring. We cam-whored. What a surprise. I am beginning to think Les actually loves being in front the camera. Haha.

We reached VivoCity at eleven, and it turned out Die Hard 4.0 only had one seat left. Great. Just great. We had to settle for Harry Potter, and frankly, it was crap. Only fans of the books will like it, I guess. We went home after that, but not before getting ourselves lost in the car park. Unbelievable! We took 15 minutes to find Les’s ride, another 15 minutes to top up his cashcard, and followed another car in order to find the exit.

Sunday morning was spent playing soccer with the usual suspects. It was fun, except that I hurt myself (don’t ask). I went back to Swiss Club after that, along with my bottle of Absolut Vodka. And my friends bought six more bottles of Carlsberg. All these for the five of us. Now, you can understand why there weren’t any pictures of that night. I was gone. Totally.

I woke up on Monday morning with a headache- I haven’t drank or smoked that much in quite a while. I love being single. The four of us (again) went online and started on our Operation Bintan. We had less than two weeks, and it is definitely more rush than Operation Ayu. Once again, I am Michael Scofield. I am born to plan. Anyone who knows someone in jail who needs my help to break in, and break out? Contact me. We decided to meet up at Jurong Point McDonald’s that night. Savvy.

Benitez brought his laptop, so did I. But seriously, the broadband there is worse than 56K dial-up. I was damn pissed. We managed to choose the dates and our accommodation. I still need to find out more about diving and snorkelling. Any suggestions? Please?

We sent Bentiez home after that, before Les and WJ came to my house to look through my DVD collections. I got changed and we went pubbing. At midnight. Les is crazy. Holland Village. Eski Bar. Our balls were freezing. After that, we went to Bukit Timah for some supper. We talked about life, racist jokes and then some more over Roti Pratas and Teh-tariks till three in the morning.

In between, I did find time to do some other stuff. Ever wondered why some people look like shit in person but look like celebrities on Friendster? You have the answers here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3qKj9DNHO0. And I caught Disturbia. I tell you, this Shia LaBeouf guy is destined for stardom. Trust me.  

Tuesday afternoon, Ayu came to my house to watch some DVDs –it’s a long story (don’t ask). We caught ‘Without a Paddle’ and ‘Harold and Kumar go to White Castle’ on my laptop. After that, we had a little discussion about girls. Girl, to be precise. His girl, to be exact.

Wednesday night was spent at Ayu’s house watching Asian Cup- seriously, the football on display is crap. Upon reaching home, I found that the DVDs have arrived. Stayed up till five in the morning watching ‘300’ and “Music and Lyrics’- both fantastic shows.

Thursday afternoon was spent with Les and Ayu at Cineleisure watching ‘Invisible Target’- at first I thought another of my ex was starring in it, but in the end it turned out she was just a Hong Kong actress who looked kind of like Gillian Cheung. Ayu bought his watch at Takashimaya, while Les and I checked out Jos. She seems normal- I cannot say much, as my blogs are thoroughly scrutinized by Ayu nowadays. Thursday evening was spent playing soccer with Les and WJ at Ong Bak’s house.

Friday afternoon was spent with Ayu at Queensway and Ikea. Bought a pair of soccer shoes at the former and did some cam-whoring at the latter. Dinner was okay. Came home thinking my new shoes was going to make their debut at FICO, but it was cancelled due to insufficient personals. What a disappointment! The two hours of the week I was most looking forward to never materialise. I ended up watching ‘Goal! 2’ on my laptop, followed by a VCD of Manchester United versus Arsenal on 24^th October 2004 (the end of their 49-match unbeaten run) to satisfy my thirst for soccer. Friday night was spent explaining on my blog to all my fans out there why Ayu and I are not gay.

Yes, I know, I have been seeing Ayu’s face for four days in a row, but it’s partly due to the fact that we jobless, and we got cash to spare. We are not gay- even if I am, I will not fall for that piece of shit, right? We are just two guys who are so very different, yet compliment each other pretty well, and lucky enough to be the best of friends. He is an arsehole, I’m not. I’m tall, he’s short. I am a Manchester United fan, while he wasn’t born as smart, so he supports Liverpool. The list goes on. But, we are not absolutely not gays. Full stop. I am currently single and definitely heterosexual. Show me the love, ladies.

I read this very interesting article on Soccernet (only Manchester United fans will find it interesting though). http://soccernet.espn.go.com/columns/story?id=445988&root=england&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab3pos1&cc=4716

It is about the huge squad Sir Alex Ferguson has built, and looking at the forty-five players at his disposal, I felt the article has a point.

The First XI: Van der Sar; Neville, Ferdinand, Vidic, Evra; Ronaldo, Scholes, Hargreaves, Giggs; Tevez, Rooney.

The Second XI: Foster; O'Shea, Brown, Pique, Heinze; Anderson, Fletcher, Carrick, Nani; Solskjaer, Saha.

The Third XI: Kuszczak; Bardsley, Evans, Silvestre, Eckersley; Park, Eagles, Lee, Martin; Smith, Rossi.

The Fourth XI: Heaton; Simpson, Cathcart, Shawcross, Lea; Gibson, Gray, Jones, Barnes; Campbell, Fangzhou.

I see a Polish international goalkeeper, a French defender and a Korean winger who played at World Cup, and an English international striker in the THIRD XI.

And in the fourth XI is a Chinese international striker- the seventh or eighth striking option for Sir Alex, depending on who you see is better- Campbell or Fangzhou.

Amazing. Now I understand why Heinze wishes to leave.

Anyway, I have been nicotine-free for twenty days now. To celebrate this landmark, I suggest a cigarette! Just kidding. I am determined to quit. Cheers!

Looking back on the last couple of days, I feel I am pretty lucky. Lucky to have friends such as Les, Ong Bak, Benitez, WJ, Shrek and Ayu to keep my weekends occupied. Tell you the truth, I am the fun-loving type. I hardly ever say no to my friends- whether is it a last minute pub-hopping trip or another round of late night soccer, I’ll be there. I especially like eleventh-hour appointment- the adrenaline rush you get from the thought of it at the last moment is priceless. To find people who share the same love for the unexpected is hard, but I am lucky to have friends who are like that.

I mean, in Brunei, I am always the one who organise the mass KTV or drinking sessions- it’s just in me to have fun. I particularly remembered one incident whereby I organised a drinking session consisting of a Wild Turkey 70% and Absolut Vodka Peach in Lakiun. It was the night of eighth of August and the very next morning, we were supposed to have a National Day mini-parade in camp at seven. Then again, it was an off day and most of my drinking peers were in camp, so, against better advice, I made it all possible. We ended up testing our drink-driving skills on Need For Speed Most Wanted. It was memorable- one of my bunkmates (Merlion Xu) actually managed to vomit at the fifteen-minute parade. He confessed everything to the Medical Officer- he spent too much time on the PS2 last night, but conveniently left out the alcohol intoxication element. The people who were there will never forget smelling the Wild Turkey on the parade square. I am one of them. Evil, but unforgettable.

Anyway, I was very glad that Saturday night was spent playing billiard and having supper at Geylang with the Les and co. It was Les’s car, and it was largely down to him to make it happen- had it been any other friend, I would most probably end up having cup noodles at home. You can never over-estimate the level of Les’s persuasive powers. And I am thankful for that- who knows, five years down the road, all of us in that car that night would be married, holding down eight to five jobs, with commitments aplenty, and we would ask ourselves- why didn’t we just let our hair down that fateful night five years? Why can’t we demonstrate some sense of impulsiveness, some irresponsibility, and go against better advice and just enjoy ourselves? This way, we will never live to regret it. This way, we will never have so many ‘what if’s in our lives, right? This way, we seize the moment.

I have tried this rule when it comes to love (the ‘if I don’t choose to be with her, I will never know if she is the one’ shit), and I tell you- it’s not the same. It’s not worth it. Friendship and love are two very different things. I am single, so I cannot really comment on the latter, so I am not in a position to judge. All I know is the happiest moments in my life are spent with my friends (Brunei, Hong Kong, Singapore). Period.

Last night, I went back to FICO with Shrek to play against his friends. Soccer completes me. Enough said. I went home, bathed and went to Ayu’s house to catch the Copa América final with him. We ended up going for supper at two in the morning wearing our respective sweaters, followed by a cam-whoring session in his bedroom, and to round it off, a heart-to-heart chat about his new girl (I have no girl, and I’m happier). We then watched the Brazilians kicked some Argentineans’ arses before going home.

That sums up my weekend. So, am I lucky or what?

Thank you all- I love you with all my heart.

I spent 24 exciting hours of my life with Les, Ong Bak and WJ. Let’s start with Friday night. As you all know by now, Friday night is now officially the weekly FICO night- we all play soccer at twelve midnight there. I asked Shrek and his friends along to bring a different dimension to our play, but it’s actually to make up the numbers. But they turned out pretty good, considering they are they youngest there (all 1986). So, we met at twelve- that was the start of our very own 24.

Something very peculiar happened that night. First, Les and Ong Bak engaged in some thrash-talking due to a misunderstanding over how a goal was scored. It’s funny- these two guys knew each other for a decade, played against each other countless times, arrived together that evening in the same car, and very nearly came to blows over male egos. Amusing, no?

Later on, it really came to blows- but it was between LX (Ong Bak’s childhood friend) and Daniel (our JJC midfield general). To keep it simple, it was about how we play soccer- after playing and watching so much soccer, we all know by now whether a tackle was purely a genuine mistake or made with the intention of hurting someone. I have played soccer since ten, but I never came to blows with any of my friends (not that I can recall). I only picked on those opponents we didn’t know (especially those Ronaldinho-wannabes). I play with my friends to enjoy myself, not to kick them limp or thrashed them 5-0. You get my point?

Anyway, we finished at two in the morning and I went home straight with Shrek, but I only managed to sleep at four in the morning (the long hair syndrome). For you all concerned fans out there who read my last blog entry, my Grandmother is fine now (she discharged yesterday evening) and I saw Lam and he too seems okay. I caught up with my Lakiunian friends in the two hours I was at Lam’s father’s wake.

Anyway, I woke up at twelve on Saturday afternoon and met Les, Ong Bak and WJ. We were going on exercise JB (to quote a certain Bernard Ong). Anyway, we didn’t catch any movie again (thanks to Les and his car), but we managed to buy some DVDs (to compensate for the movie we didn’t watch). We did some window-shopping too, before Les decided to trim his locks. It was against my advice, and yes, he regretted it. Look at the pictures below of our very own Willy Wonker (and the chocolate factory).

We then proceeded on to have our dinner at the usual place, but this was one of the cheapest dinner ever in JB we had- only RM$84.20 for four person. And we ate tilled we couldn’t walk. We took a cab straight back to the checkpoint before going home. Usually, our exercise JB operation will end with a farewell on board the MRT. But not tonight- they decided to play billiard at West Coast Recreation Centre, after Les has collected his car from the workshop (Les + alcohol = car crash, remember?).

I went home, dropped my stuff and changed before joining up with them there. Later on, Benitez also popped in at our request. By the way, I met a couple of my JC friends there (Birdman and Ken), and I seriously cannot play billiard to save my life. I prefer soccer (largely because it’s a contact sport).

It was twelve when we left the place, and after much discussion, we decided to go have supper at Geylang (of all places). Just to make things clear, it was only my second time there, and frankly, I have never screwed a prostitute before in my life (I believe I don’t have to go down that road). So, the five of us, all not knowing the way, started on the last leg of our journey.

A picture says a thousand words, and to prove our innocence, we did really have beef kuay teow and bean curd at Geylang. But the sight of the prostitutes lining the streets, soliciting for customers, ranging from the Thais to the Mainlanders, is really a first for me (stop laughing, it’s really a first, okay). Some of them tried to grab Benitez and me, and I decided against cam-whoring (literally) them, in case their pimps take a fancy for my N73 ME. Honestly, some of the prostitutes from China can seriously give any girl in the Miss Singapore Universe contest a run for their money (in terms of looks and physical appearances). I kind of pity them- they must be working in this profession to support some sick parents back home in rural China. In another place, in another time, if they were to be born in Singapore, they would definitely enjoy a better life, no? Anyway, Les was visibly the most excited of the five of us, and Benitez and Ong Bak seems rather worn-out- it has been a long day for us all. We went home at two, thrash-talking all the way back in Les’s car.

That’s my 24 for you.

I am blogging at ten in the morning, so something must be wrong. Well, everything that can be wrong has gone wrong. Maybe it started with the couple engaging in sexual activity in the park in the wee hours of Friday morning, Friday the 13^th morning, to be precise.

I slept at three, for your information, after bathing and waiting for my hair to dry (it’s becoming a chore); and I was woken up at seven thirty in the morning by Les. Just great. He crashed his car last night, and he wanted me to ask my dad for help. Well, my dad recommended his friend’s workshop in Yew Tee industrial estate, and unsurprisingly, Les insisted I go along with him. How he crashed his car is another story for another day. So, I ended up with Leslie at Yew Tee having breakfast at nine in the morning- simply unbelievable.

Thing is, after Les called me, I received a call from my aunt, looking for my mum. She sounded she just cried, but I thought it was regarding her husband (it’s not the first time she sounded like that). I told her to call my dad, as he was with her. Later on, after calling my dad again on Les’s behalf (his friend didn’t actually treat me as his friend, and the price quoted was pretty outrageous), did I found out that my Grandma slipped and fell last night and was hospitalised.

Wait, there’s more. I am supposed to be meeting my Lakiunians (Brunei army friends) for steamboat in town tonight, and guess what? Lam’s father just passed away last night and instead of steamboat, I will be going to his wake with the Lakiunians. And I got Foo of Shit’s message after I hanged up Les’s call.

Friday the 13^th.

I will be playing soccer at FICO tonight with Les, Shrek and the rest. I got a bad feeling someone will break my leg. Only time will tell. Fortunately, we are starting at midnight, which means it will be Saturday the 14^th.

I am on my way to National University Hospital now to see my Grandma. Let’s end this entry with this very appropriate lyrics by Daniel Powter.

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

As I am typing, there is a couple having sex at Teck Whye Garden! I was looking out of my window and I saw them enjoying themselves! This is crazy. Too bad I don’t have a Paris Hilton video camera, if not, their faces will be on www.thetend.com in no time. God bless them.

Frankly, I am running out of titles for my blog entries. The matter of fact is, since being jobless, I have been blogging like everyday, and inevitably, I sometimes find that I could really use a muse. I was seriously considering putting the day, month and year as the title of this entry, before I chanced upon www.football365.com. I am a huge fan of their transfer gossip column, as they have a humour and touch of class in their journalism, which is the source of my inspiration. So, I noticed that for the gossip columns they wrote every weekday, their titles sometimes has absolutely no link with the content, so I figured, why not?

Okay, not in the best of mood at the moment- was bidding for my lectures today, and fuck, let’s just say the early bird catches the worm, and I am neither early nor a bird. The original plan was to get a noon lecture for Monday, two lectures for Tuesday, and another noon lecture for Wednesday (freeing up the rest of the week for some extra-curriculum activities). But no, other selfish SIM students have to come into my little world and spoil my plans. So, I ended up with two lectures on Tuesday (after waking up at six in the morning for the past ten years to attend school, I have to go through one more, I guess); one early morning lecture again on Wednesday (Tuesday night Champions League match will be a challenge); and two more lectures on Thursday (to round it all up, no more Ladies’ night for me). Looking on the bright side, I am just studying, not earning a bloody living, and besides, Les suggested I crash some lectures if I want. The early bird may catch the worm, but it’s the second mouse that gets the cheese, no?

Secondly, I am pissed as I cancelled my appointment with Ayu, because, well, bidding for the classes took one mind-blowing hour. He was naturally pissed, but I assume he will be fine now as I am typing, since he was planning to go out with his soon-to-be-girlfriend girl after meeting me. Girls heal all wounds, no?

Speaking of girls, I went to Ikoi Japanese Restaurant with Tigress last night. It was located at Miramar hotel (that makes it the first time I am going to a hotel with a girl, erm, alone). It was basically pretty inaccessible, unless you happen to own a set of wheels, which obviously I don’t. We made it just on time, and I tell you, for the price of thirty dollars (buffet dinner), it was pretty value for money. The food was truly great, the service was good, but the ambience leaves a lot to be desired. It is too cramped, too warm and lack privacy (Tigress’s various obscenities could be heard over the counter). Just for your information, the place is by reservation only- table and counter seat reservation are one month and one week in advance respectively. Then again, half the people left by nine, so I suppose you can try walking in at around that time, no?

After that, I watched Transformers with her. Again. I always watch movies twice nowadays. I don’t know why I ever agreed to it. Anyway, the whole evening, I figured that Tigress should have been born a man. She has a huge appetite, talks like a man (including her obscene jokes) and think like a man. Basically, she is a man trapped in a woman. I finally arrived home at almost two in the morning. No?

By the way, I have been listening to a lot of Class 95 lately (jobless people all do, I figured), and I find that Jean Danker still sound the same ten years on. For those who didn’t know me ten years ago, I used to be a keen listener of Perfect 10. I used to listen to Jean on some late night dedication show, before moving on to Glenn Ong (he used to be my idol, before he married my ex) and his Ego Trip. That was in lower Secondary. It has been ten years in the blink of an eye- Jean still sound so very good on air, Short Fart and Honky Tong Man are history, and Glenn the Ego Man is screwing my ex. And I am going back to school. Sigh. No?

I wander through fiction
To look for the truth
Buried beneath all the lies
And I stood at a distance
To feel who you are
Hiding myself in your eyes

Hold on before it’s too late
Until we leave this behind
Don’t fall, just be who you are
It’s all that we need in our lives

And the risk that might break you
Is the one that would say:
A life you don’t live is still lost
So stand on the edge with me
Hold back your fear and see
Nothing is real ‘til it’s gone

Hold on before it’s too late
Until we leave this behind
Don’t fall, just be who you are
It’s all that we need in our lives

So live like you mean it
And love ‘til you feel it
It’s all that we need in our lives
So stand on the edge with me
Hold back your fear and see
Nothing is real ‘til it’s gone

Hold on before it’s too late
Until we leave this behind
Don’t fall, just be who you are
It’s all that we need in our lives

Hold on before it’s too late
Until we leave this behind
Don’t fall, just be who you are
It’s all that we need in our lives

It’s all that we need in our lives

It’s all that I need in my life

http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx

Your view on yourself:

You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.

Your views on education:

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

Who is your true self:

You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.

We have broken up. By mutual consent, that is. She realised that letting go of her family and actually settling down in a foreign country (aka Singapore) takes more than just words. It takes courage and a lot of self-centredness. In the end, she figured she just couldn’t do it. I don’t blame her, since I chose my family too. There is no way I am having my kids in Bali with the bombs and all. I told her as much. So this is it- I dumped two girls, I got dumped once, and now, it’s a first mutual dumping.

But the worst part is, I did not feel as sad as I felt I should be feeling. I mean, the more you love, the deeper you hurt, no? My heart is supposed to be a severely broken, yet in actual fact, there is barely a scratch on it. Seriously, fuck me. She broke the news to me last night, yet in my mind, I was already looking forward to playing soccer with Les and company the next morning. Absence does not make the heart fonder- it makes it wander. I hate myself. I am not the settling down type, am I? I love women too much to get myself tied down by one woman.

So, I am single again- which doesn’t really change anything. We had a match at Tamah Jurong today, and it ended 2-2. Going back to that area brings back fond memories. Didn’t had best of games (hey, even Rio Ferdinand blunders every now and then), but didn’t really enjoy myself either. I still prefer Sunday soccer at Ong Bak’s house.

All good things must come to an end, no? But on the other hand, the end may be only the beginning- I am going to SIM orientation with Shrek tomorrow. PLT beckons.

It had been an incredible Friday. First things first, I woke up at nine in the morning after my run and completing my blog the night before. My hair was taking a long time to dry (read: it’s longer than ever) after bathing, so I went on Youtube to see the world and learn new stuff. I slept at around Four In The Morning, so beforehand, I told Ayu to give me a morning call at nine. Guess what, he asked his new girl to give him a morning call so he can give me a morning call (he just wanted her to call him, period). Guess what? Her call never came, so my best friend of eight years took the liberty to call her and ended up conversing with her for a good hour, totally forgetting about little old me here. It goes to show, when push comes to shove, guys will always, forever, inevitably, without a shadow of a doubt choose the girl over his friends. I call it the ‘sperm going to the brain’ (SGBT) effect.

Anyway, the Great Malaysian Carnival Megasale was neither great nor mega after all. I felt got better bargains the last time round in December. Then again, on the whole, it is still cheaper than what sunny Singapore sells. We went in early, at around eleven, and ended up having Pizza Hut for brunch. We paid RM$45 and we got two set of drinks and soup, a loaf of garlic bread, a plate of spaghetti, a personal pan pizza and a regular pizza. See what I mean? And the food tastes the same, if not better than any Pizza Hut outlet in Singapore.

We caught Die Hard 4.0: Live Free or Die Hard after that. It was one hell of a movie. I watched Die Hard 1, 2 and 3 before, but the stunts and CGI makes the latest instalment way better. Plus, there is Maggie Q (another ex of mine), but sadly for her, she got her arse kicked (literally) and her hair ripped off (no kidding) by Bruce the-woman-beater Willis. I have watched two great shows in a week. Next up, Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.

Retail therapy followed. I have not bought a pair of jeans in a year, and the next thing I know, I bought myself two pairs in the space of one hour. Levi’s is still Levi’s- it just felt so much more comfortable than my RM$79.90 jeans, but it came at three times the price. I couldn’t find the shoes and bag I was looking for, but I bought another sweater, and another pair of shades. Girls need something new on me to ogle at, don’t they? And for the first time, I didn’t buy any cigarettes or DVDs when in JB. I am now a law-abiding citizen. PAP rules!

On the way back, I got Les to organise soccer at FICO, and amazingly, he did it. He managed to convince about twenty plus guys to forgo two hours of their sleep and head down to Jurong West to play soccer! And all these took place three hours before the game was suppose to start. Les is definitely born a salesman. Trust me.

So, I went home, dropped my stuff, changed my gear and headed off to play (Tigress, I wish I could have talked to you longer). Somehow, I managed to ask Shrek along too. Been a while since I last played soccer with him. On the way to Shrek’s house, I met JunJie on the bus. He is an old friend of mine- me, him, Xiong Chie and Xian Ming used to be the best of friends in Primary School. But, we sort of drifted apart, and after so many years of separation, I saw JunJie again. That is something Friendster definitely cannot do. We did some catching up and exchanged telephone numbers before I met up with Shrek.

Soccer was fun (remember, it completes my life), and we talked shit about Torres and Tevez over supper before heading home. Reached home at an unearthly hour of Four In The Morning to find some Malays (neighbours, apparently) preparing the void deck below my block for a wedding. From young, I have always wondered how is it possible Chinese funerals and Malay weddings can take place at the exact same spot (the coffin and the couple’s chairs, to be precise). Racial harmony spot, no?

Anyway, was supposed to be enjoying steamboat right now as I type. As usual, friends cannot make it at the last minute (such friends I never forget), and most importantly, Les suffered the SGTB syndrome (such friends I bring with me to my grave). Guys.