I’m at orange!
Edit: I’m not used to getting such gifts, simply because I’m usually the one doing these inane things! Plus, we little kids are all growing up..!
The drinks just kept coming..by the bottle!! Everyone was utterly wasted after rapid fire rounds of the Circle of Death – rules twisted for a more disastrous effect, of course. We ended up passing out on a pavement somehow..I’m not sure where either.
My current daily routine reads: Be up by 5.45am, 4.30 if there’s work to be done, catch the bus at half past six, Chinese Garden station by 7.15, hop on another bus to be at Jurong Island by 8. Home at half past five, an early dinner at 6, asleep by 10. Smoke x number of cigarettes at appropriate intervals.
And you wonder what I’ve been up to!
But I welcome it. It is a forced responsibility, a daily grind that leaves little time for imaginations to run wild, for the hard wiring in my brain to set those neurons awry.
Then there are those who make me tick. Three guys, two girls, five times the fun in drinking sessions and parties. Friday bonding sessions are always the highlight, where conversations are never decent..hell, it never ever is anyway! Outrageous is when you state, “I have never ever eaten shit in my life.” and see someone across the table emptying his drink.
Also, the five slightly more decent girls who have seen me wade through a myriad of few women (e.g. D, J, -, etc.), taught me mahjong, labelled my skin colour as ‘tofu’, the list goes on.
B, whose knows enough about me to have me languishing in a rat infested jail cell for 40years to life, both metaphorically and literally. Who wouldn’t forgive me if she wasn’t mentioned, and my obligation is testimony enough.
Reckon I probably could be happier, but being this contented is not lacking either.
(And I’ve gotten extremely boring, haven’t I?)
All ready now.. 1, 2, 3, don’t worry even if things end up a bit too heavy, we’ll all float on alright
Today’s activities: kite flying / steamboat / shisha / “I have never ever…”
Sunday, 4th March
Our six hour long dinner consisted of a sumptuous dinner at Pulau Ubin (crabs pincers the size of my fist!) and Changi Airport (fried chicken, muffins, and Japanese food).
On the long train ride back, we got into an altercation (private joke: it’s a spiffier word, just like a songkok!) with a a green tea (pseudo) sipping, face foundation caked, black fingernailed girl woman psycho.
To cut a long story short, that deranged excuse for a human being screamed and hurled vulgarities at C, then attacked her right on the fucking train! (Of course, everyone just sat on their pretty asses and stared.) She alighted at the next station, we informed the station master, gave chase,it got physical again (her nails were seriously lethal), she found herself locked in a restricted partition, looked down in panic – H had called the cops, and jumped about 1.5 storeys to the ground level, hurting her foot and supposedly her spine as well (sure didn’t seem like it!).
Mein Gott, you just can’t make these things up! C and I survived with a few scrapes, a bruised cheek (not me), and a pair of out of shape ray-bans (mine).
Remember, always be an upright citizen, always be amiable even though you hate authority, and don’t retaliate when you outnumber the other party, unless, of course,
(a) your face is hurt (which makes most lose the ability to think rationally anyway)
(b) it’s a deserted street.
