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25 years old.
NUS graduate.
Now earning a living as someone who has to speak properly, spell properly, write properly.
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Saturday, June 05, 2004
Things that happened.
Tasted the so famous swedish meatballs at Ikea for the first time. I find them too salty.
Waited for 4hours at Tiong Bahru for someone who didn't come. Things like this affect my confidence, whatever left of it.
Played football and got a cramp. Last time it happened I believe was in the army when I played for three hours straight. And it wasn't even as bad as it is now.
Went my friend's place and realised comparatively that my room is a big mess.
Couldn't play badminton because my leg still hurts. Glad the friends didn't cancel it and found mates to play with.
Shifted the xbox to my room as my bro and his wife went to Malacca. Played fifa by myself and now my right thumb hurts a little.
Shouted with (not at it's a two way thing) my mother about the topic of the maid watching tv. Can't discuss things around without turning into shouting. She raised her voice. I hit back.
~
It is really hard to talk about some stuff sometimes. I'm sure everyone saw the latest nike football advertisements about the Brazil-Portugal football players trying to outdo one another, and shout 'OLE' if they manage to nutmeg someone (putting the ball through the opponents' legs). I mentioned that this football trick was no big deal before and suddenly it's such a big hoo ha due to the power of the mass media. And everyone just told me to shut up, albeit in a joking manner.
Goes something like this.
Me: Last time nobody say anything. Now just one advertisement and the world is so crazy. The media is so powerful...
Everyone else:
a)Ahh okok stop.
b)Shuddap lah you Arts student
c)Ahh okok stop shuddap lah you Arts student.
d)All the freaking above.
I hate it.
My enrollment into the Arts (and not the same stream as them) has as if made everyone listen to me even less about serious stuff. I can be a clown, and I can be serious at times; nobody just seems to be concerned about my latter self.
Yeap. I shall just continue to be a clown.
Actually I don't really like clowns. I find them pretty scary with all their hair, make up and pull up dresses. I think it's also because there were some films where clowns were robbers or murderers which made be believe so. Just don't like them. Don't really understand how they can make kids laugh.
~
I'm watching this chinese horror show on channel 8. It's actually what I describe as a B Grade little bit of humorous kinda movie. But guess what. I have muted the tv. Which brings us to everyone's favourite word once again.
Wuss.
No music. No sound effects. Not so horrifying.
No thrill you say? Actually yah but I wasn't looking for one. Which reminds me I haven't really seen a horror show since Suicide Club, was it? Had told myself to take a break as I seem to be hallucinating, imagining some not so nice images.
Or was I? (scary music playing in the background)
See? It's not the same unless you hear the actual sounds. Mute, I say, mute when you're a wuss.
Once again I unwittingly typed a long post. Here's a brief summary in no order.
*4 hours is a nice time listening to Class 95, where 'the captain of your heart' Simon talked about old school crushes for the topic of that day (thursday night). You gotta do it alone looking at the stars and the moon, joggers and cyclists, stray cats and moving cars for maximum effect.
*My left calf hurts.
*My right thumb hurts.
*I like to drink ribena. (No I didn't cover that just now but I had a cup at my friend's place and I wanna have more.)
*I like to play football.
*I shot at least 7-8 times in my most selfish game for a long time and had 2 goals, and a huge cramp.
*Salt in Sweden is free of charge.
*People don't like to talk serious with me.
*My mother likes to shout. Or maybe teachers have a naturally loud voice.
Oh and my popo was in the hospital for one week. Something about her spinal nerve. But she's ok and has discharged this afternoon. The hospital called me (my brother left them my number in case she's discharged while they're at Malacca) saying that Popo doesn't know who I am and will only discharge with a person she knows. I told the nurse what popo knows me as. It was only morning so my brother was still around to fetch her from SGH to her home. Hope she's ok now.
I feel like visiting my popo. But I don't wanna do it alone nor with my brother. Mother doesn't really like her. Brother told me to keep this popo incident from her.
I should really go visit her. There's nobody willing and appropriate to go with me, but I should go anyway.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Tasted the so famous swedish meatballs at Ikea for the first time. I find them too salty.
Waited for 4hours at Tiong Bahru for someone who didn't come. Things like this affect my confidence, whatever left of it.
Played football and got a cramp. Last time it happened I believe was in the army when I played for three hours straight. And it wasn't even as bad as it is now.
Went my friend's place and realised comparatively that my room is a big mess.
Couldn't play badminton because my leg still hurts. Glad the friends didn't cancel it and found mates to play with.
Shifted the xbox to my room as my bro and his wife went to Malacca. Played fifa by myself and now my right thumb hurts a little.
Shouted with (not at it's a two way thing) my mother about the topic of the maid watching tv. Can't discuss things around without turning into shouting. She raised her voice. I hit back.
~
It is really hard to talk about some stuff sometimes. I'm sure everyone saw the latest nike football advertisements about the Brazil-Portugal football players trying to outdo one another, and shout 'OLE' if they manage to nutmeg someone (putting the ball through the opponents' legs). I mentioned that this football trick was no big deal before and suddenly it's such a big hoo ha due to the power of the mass media. And everyone just told me to shut up, albeit in a joking manner.
Goes something like this.
Me: Last time nobody say anything. Now just one advertisement and the world is so crazy. The media is so powerful...
Everyone else:
a)Ahh okok stop.
b)Shuddap lah you Arts student
c)Ahh okok stop shuddap lah you Arts student.
d)All the freaking above.
I hate it.
My enrollment into the Arts (and not the same stream as them) has as if made everyone listen to me even less about serious stuff. I can be a clown, and I can be serious at times; nobody just seems to be concerned about my latter self.
Yeap. I shall just continue to be a clown.
Actually I don't really like clowns. I find them pretty scary with all their hair, make up and pull up dresses. I think it's also because there were some films where clowns were robbers or murderers which made be believe so. Just don't like them. Don't really understand how they can make kids laugh.
~
I'm watching this chinese horror show on channel 8. It's actually what I describe as a B Grade little bit of humorous kinda movie. But guess what. I have muted the tv. Which brings us to everyone's favourite word once again.
Wuss.
No music. No sound effects. Not so horrifying.
No thrill you say? Actually yah but I wasn't looking for one. Which reminds me I haven't really seen a horror show since Suicide Club, was it? Had told myself to take a break as I seem to be hallucinating, imagining some not so nice images.
Or was I? (scary music playing in the background)
See? It's not the same unless you hear the actual sounds. Mute, I say, mute when you're a wuss.
Once again I unwittingly typed a long post. Here's a brief summary in no order.
*4 hours is a nice time listening to Class 95, where 'the captain of your heart' Simon talked about old school crushes for the topic of that day (thursday night). You gotta do it alone looking at the stars and the moon, joggers and cyclists, stray cats and moving cars for maximum effect.
*My left calf hurts.
*My right thumb hurts.
*I like to drink ribena. (No I didn't cover that just now but I had a cup at my friend's place and I wanna have more.)
*I like to play football.
*I shot at least 7-8 times in my most selfish game for a long time and had 2 goals, and a huge cramp.
*Salt in Sweden is free of charge.
*People don't like to talk serious with me.
*My mother likes to shout. Or maybe teachers have a naturally loud voice.
Oh and my popo was in the hospital for one week. Something about her spinal nerve. But she's ok and has discharged this afternoon. The hospital called me (my brother left them my number in case she's discharged while they're at Malacca) saying that Popo doesn't know who I am and will only discharge with a person she knows. I told the nurse what popo knows me as. It was only morning so my brother was still around to fetch her from SGH to her home. Hope she's ok now.
I feel like visiting my popo. But I don't wanna do it alone nor with my brother. Mother doesn't really like her. Brother told me to keep this popo incident from her.
I should really go visit her. There's nobody willing and appropriate to go with me, but I should go anyway.
triggering Mr Ng HS |