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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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Sunday, September 26, 2004
Saturday gone.
The day out with some mentees and fellow mentors at the Pasir Ris Park. Yeah. You know that place, far far away from civilisation, somewhere in the far east of Singapore. I was there again yesterday.
Pasir Ris will, I'm sure for most guys, remind them of the NS days. I was at the interchange earlier when whole busloads of NS guys alighted, and you can just smell the typical smell of their army uniform. It's already more than two years since the last time I was in Tekong. Time really likes to whoosh.
So we reached the park and somehow the group split up. In a nutshell, we played the swings and slides at the park, drew pictures and names on the sand, sat down and talked and ate tidbits and played UNO, had a little football kickabout, and enjoying ourselves. Important points to note were how I was bullied by 5year old girls (I guess around that age) when I helped them push this merry-go-round sorta thing and they threw sand at me (in jest I'm sure) and how 2 mentees combined powers and made me pay for their bicycle rentals, which amounted to $18.
I don't even buy that many things for myself. Yet I feel that my money is getting less and less. Perhaps it is time to wear the mask of Uncle Scrooge.
Dinner was at a friend's place in Changi. Was her 21st birthday celebration. The ration was running low but the main point was the birthday girl didn't even come over and talk to us. I really find this kinda thing very hard to swallow. If you can't handle the crowd, then don't invite so many people. Moreover last night the crowd was so small, yet she chose to hang out with the other friends. I don't like this feeling. Not in anyone's place. The rest said I complain too much. I just don't like this feeling.
I reached home a little past midnight. Dang I couldn't even go out with Princess P.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
The day out with some mentees and fellow mentors at the Pasir Ris Park. Yeah. You know that place, far far away from civilisation, somewhere in the far east of Singapore. I was there again yesterday.
Pasir Ris will, I'm sure for most guys, remind them of the NS days. I was at the interchange earlier when whole busloads of NS guys alighted, and you can just smell the typical smell of their army uniform. It's already more than two years since the last time I was in Tekong. Time really likes to whoosh.
So we reached the park and somehow the group split up. In a nutshell, we played the swings and slides at the park, drew pictures and names on the sand, sat down and talked and ate tidbits and played UNO, had a little football kickabout, and enjoying ourselves. Important points to note were how I was bullied by 5year old girls (I guess around that age) when I helped them push this merry-go-round sorta thing and they threw sand at me (in jest I'm sure) and how 2 mentees combined powers and made me pay for their bicycle rentals, which amounted to $18.
I don't even buy that many things for myself. Yet I feel that my money is getting less and less. Perhaps it is time to wear the mask of Uncle Scrooge.
Dinner was at a friend's place in Changi. Was her 21st birthday celebration. The ration was running low but the main point was the birthday girl didn't even come over and talk to us. I really find this kinda thing very hard to swallow. If you can't handle the crowd, then don't invite so many people. Moreover last night the crowd was so small, yet she chose to hang out with the other friends. I don't like this feeling. Not in anyone's place. The rest said I complain too much. I just don't like this feeling.
I reached home a little past midnight. Dang I couldn't even go out with Princess P.
triggering Mr Ng HS |