Journey back

I am getting quite sick of the journey back home. If you bother to dig up my archived entry titled "Novena => CCK => Bt Panjang " posted waaaay back in March you will come to understand why I dread the journey back home.

Listening to my Zen micro used to be something I look forward to but now not anymore. After 4 months immersing myself listening to my Zen while breezing past 14 MRT stations, suddenly every single track in the bloody mp3 player seemed so repetitious and banal. And mind you I have a grand total of 483 tracks in my Zen ranging from the ear-splitting J-Rock tracks by Glay to traditional Hari Raya songs from S. Jibeng.

I have said it once and will say it again, spending the whole journey standing is no fun. Especially when the freshly vacant seat right in front of you is restricted for you since I can sure as hell bet my last dollar to always find a teetering liang-po-po standing beside me smiling (or was it grinning at my helplessness & stupidity?) and ever so carefully rest her treasured royal buttocks on the plastic orange coloured MRT seat.

Hmmmmpphhhh...........

Then there are the group of secondary school kids drenched in sweat in their P.E attires who barged inside the MRT carriages with their haversack sink so low the staps are better off around their butt cheeks instead of their shoulders. They smell like shit. No actually not the freshly shitted shit. Imagined stuffing some shit inside a tupperware container then seal them shut. Keep them over a period of 1 week then slowly open a small section of the lid and take a heavy whiff of it. That is how they smell. The worst part is when the carriage is super crowded and you actually have to stand side by side with these kids from the sewer.

Enough said.....

new h/p !!!

I just bought a new h/p !!!! A Sony Ericsson k750i and the picture quality is super clear. At 2.0 megapixel, what more can you ask for a camera phone at $168 ??

Here I took a pic with my favourite lovely-dovely cutesy cousin. Noticed just how cute he is?? I am refering to myself actually. Anyway like I said the camera managed to capture even the slightliest details like the pores on my face.

So anyway with a new camera phone in hand, you can be sure to find more crazy pics uploaded on this page. So watch them out !!!

Gambarre Nippon !!!

I am now rushing writing this blog because I am in the midst of watching the South Korea against Togo match. The Koreans are currently leading 2-1.

I am feeling super down especially when watching the another Asian team winning when my beloved blue samurai was unfairly beaten yesterday. I can still feel the bitter disappointment inside as a result of yesterday's game. The soccceroos were a bunch of lousy sportsman. The game was expected to be rough but nobody expected them to be that physical. Flying tackles everywhere, I sincerely believed that those socceroos believed that they are playing rugby instead of football.

I was actually even planning to wear my $95 Japan jersey to work the next day but with that result, I decided to wear them over the weekend instead.

Anyway admittedly I was disappointed with the way the Japanese played. With one goal up, they practically defend the whole way. One defeat means that the best option is to beat the Croats and aimed for at least a draw with the Brazillians while praying the other results would be favourable for us. Gambarre Nippon !!!!!

Lot 2

I had the most shocking morning yesterday. Me and 3 other N.S guys were hanging around reading the morning newspapers in the office when our Director walked passed us. Naturally we greeted him with an awkward smile. Suddenly he stopped and looked at us and asked where is the nearest "halal" restaurant in Novena. Puzzled, one of us replied saying that the nearest would be Magic Wok at Novena Square. He then informed us that he would be taking us there for lunch and then walked away to prepare his coffee. The four of us were then like so *whoa*.....Is this for real??!!??

The lunch was wonderful. There was a variety of dishes ordered. In fact I think there were too much, up till the point that I had to politely decline a few as by then I was trying hard not to puke from eating too much. But there was a Thai styled sweet & sour steamed fish which was sinfully good. Ironically even though I am a sucker for anything Japanese, I am not a fan of seafood. I do not like the fishy smell which reminded me of the wet market. Therefore steamed fishes are a definite no-no in my menu. But surprisingly this Thai styled sweet & sour steamed fish was not only palatable but mouthwateringly tasty. It was also the first time that I saw the other side of my Director. He is definitely a nice guy to hang around with.

After work I met with Adeline yesterday night for dinner. She was kind of depressed having failed her driving test. Being a first-time failure myself, I can almost feel her frustration & disappointment. Seeing her dejected face reminded me of my own gloomy face a few months back. I tried to console her by encouraging her and dishing out some driving tips but based on personal experience, having just failed your driving test is like having the zest in your life sucked away. Its really hard, something which you just could not describe.

After dinner we walked around at Lot 1. I was extremely surprised at how much Lot 1 had changed. I practically grew up there. My secondary school & college days were spent hanging around there. The last time I stepped inside Lot 1 was probably during my twillight years in JC. Fast forward 1 & 1/2 years later to yesterday night, I can barely recognized the mall. The VCD shop in the B1 goes up to level 3, Long John Silver went down to B1 and etc.... etc..... etc...... Maybe being too near to so many secondary schools, teenage oriented stores like Lemon Tee can be found on almost every floor.

Adeline was sniggering at my swaku-ness but I cannot help it. Suddenly with the makeover my memories of the Lot 1 that I knew will forever remain as mere memories. The Lot 1 which I spent my teenage years in will never be there again. boo hoo hoo =(

sick

I am down with fever today and on M.C. Ironically enough I do not really like being on M.C as it would just mean that I would be at home eating, sleeping and watching some cheap B-grade movie on Channel 5, watching the re-runs of Teater Komedi on Suria or watching the headlines for today's business news on CNA again and again for half the day. That is why I am writing this entry to just ramble about to fill up my time.

Anyway the J-pop community is abuzz with the report that Kazuya Kamenashi of the popular J-pop group Kat-tun falling for the popular actress Kyoko Koizumi. The fact that he is just 20-years old and she being a matured 40-years of age seemed to raise a few eyebrows. His fan was enraged naturally but this "younger man-older women" pairing is quite prevalent in Japanese society and is even considered hip. The popular Japanese magazine Josei Seven even reported that the number of marriages with the wife at least 4 years older than the hubby has doubled since 1991. There is alot of Jap serials portraying such relationships such as Long Vacation, Terms of a Witch, You're My Pet and Slow Dance.

Actually frankly enough I too find older girls far more attractive than those of the same age or younger than me. Do not get me wrong. Its not just because I am so obsessed into the Jap culture that I actually tried to emulate their love-lifestyle as well. This feeling was actually embedded in me way before I even knew what the "J" in J-pop stands for. And as to why I developed such a feeling is anybody's guess. It is just one of those intangible things in life which you do not really have a satisfactory answer for.

And another disclaimer, I am not like interested in MILFs or "matured" women ok. I still got my limit. Anyone above 30 is no-go for me.

I am going to go to the library later but the darkening weather is not looking that good now. I am trying to regenerate my academic brain cells once again. Might even borrrow a book or two on sociology.

I always knew that going into NUS FASS could be a double-edged sword. The prestige is there but getting an honours would be tough. That is why with the opening of NTU's school of social science, Arts student like me could have an alternative to NUS FASS. I am seriously thinking of switching to NTU. But with the application already closed, I am told that the earliest I can apply for is in Feb next year.

Hmmm...

That would enable me to think it through for another eight months before making my final decision.

Maturity

A few weeks back while “spring-cleaning” my office cubicle, I stumbled upon this golden piece of modern literary wonder. It was printed on a piece of A4 paper but strangely enough it was minimized to being printed on just 1/12 of the whole A4 paper. There was no mentioned of its source whatsoever with just an illustration of two cartoonish rats accompanying it.

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As I mature

I’ve learnt that you cannot make
someone love you. All you can do is
stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I’ve learnt that no matter how much I care,
some people are just assholes.

I’ve learnt that it takes years
to build up trust, and it only takes
suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I’ve learnt that you can get by
on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you’d better have a big cuckoo
or huge boobs.

I’ve learnt that you shouldn’t
compare yourself to others – they
are more screwed up than you think.

I’ve learnt that you can keep vomiting
long after you think you’re finished.

I’ve learnt that we are responsible
for what we do unless we are celebrities.

I’ve learnt that regardless of
how hot and steamy a relationship is at
first, the passion fades, and there had better
be a lot of money to take its place!

I’ve learnt that 99% of the time when
something isn’t working in your house, one
of your kids did it.

I’ve learnt that the people you care most
about in life are taken from you too soon
and all the less important bastards just never go away.

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And at the end of it;
Pass this along to 5 friends…trust me,
They’ll appreciate it. Who knows, maybe
Something good will happen.


If not……tough shit.