Sleepy, happy, and non-logical
Gong Xi Fa Cai!! What a new year! It’s the year of the LP! For Goats out there, this year is supposedly frigging bad for us. The horoscopes say so. Bad in Love, Career, Finances, Health and almost every other thing imaginable. My say is, Balls to you Mr Horoscope, hope you sit on a thumbtack and get pierced at the space between your balls and anus. Ouch. Yeah.
Anyway, I couldn’t go back to Malaysia to visit my cousins like yester-years as I’m on recall manning. I actually will like to go visit them and develop a stronger bond cos I feel after all we grew up playing together and it should carry on. It’s pretty shitty also because I will miss the Camp and BBQ that YH and KP will have later today at Desaru. Sigh.
Spent new year’s eve with YH, KP, Herbs, Benny and Quack. It’s the first time we met up together in god knows how long. We used to hang out together and I can still remember YX saying that the group as a whole is quite a head turner when we’re walking together as we’re all pretty tall and yandao. Ok, probably not me, but it’s a group effect. You get it? No? I won’t give you tuition you stupid kid. Anyway, we went for a KTV session and it was pretty amazing. Individually, we have our unique vocal ranges, but when we sing, dance and shout as a group, we beat F4, 5566 and Westlife anyday man. I mean we have a fusion of Tao Zhe and Jay in KP, Cowboy Dick in Quack, Xiao Gang in Benny, Wang Jie in Yaohui, Winnie the pooh in Herbs and Shaggy in me. All of us combined will take the shine out of the MTV awards, man. No wonder so many girls came to our door for a quick look. Must be curious how they missed the news that so many superstars are in town. Haha.
Aiyah what’s past has past, and seriously I enjoyed myself so much today that I have not many recollections of that day, so I shall talk about today. Got woken up by KP at 1146am. He has this thing about waking me up. Just two mornings ago I was having a potential wet dream with the setting in Velvet and 2 fucking sexy chio-bus in the plot when he called me on my handphone. For 15 mins non-stop. Imagine you’re in Velvet, with super nice music playing, the chio-bus dressed in those flowy and soft dresses that end about 15cms above their knees and shaking their booties at the same time. Then suddenly you get this vibrating sound that is not with the beat of the music at all. Drrrrr.. pause….drrr… pause…drrrrrrr.. pause.. drrr… pause… drrr… pause… drr.. pause….
Irritating? Well I had 15 mins of that. The girls were starting to rubba against me when that sound started. They stopped dancing and asked me if I could make the noise go away. Well I looked at the DJ and he wasn’t the culprit. I looked across the table to the other less macho guys eyeing my chio-bus and they weren’t the ones as well. The girls were getting frustrated. I asked the waiter, he was blur like hell. Then suddenly I saw this phone lying on the table, vibrating like mad. I walked angrily to the table, and picked the phone up.
That’s when I opened my eyes. Chee beh. The dream was gone, so were my sexbombs. All I was left with was a vibrating phone with the name Kenny on the screen. In the background, my house phone was ringing also. From YH. Lan Lan, they are my best buddies and I have to answer their call. KP gave me no chance to go back to my dream in Velvet. I had 20 mins to prepare and then meet them at Orchard for MacDonalds breakfast. How fucking gay.
What KP (from now on I shall call him Kenny, not his real name) did today was to tell me that he will reach my house in half an hour, with his gf on tow. Imagine. My house had been fucking messy due to not having my mum around as she was in Malaysia. Underwear, shorts, shirts, cups, FHM magazines and used tissues (no link, seriously) were strewn all around. I couldn’t let them see my house like this lah. So I had to wake up and do an area-cleaning. I washed my clothes, mopped the floor, brushed my teeth( normally I don’t), threw out the rubbish, and did much more. Alone as well, as my bro went for his version of Meet the Fockers. 45 mins of intense housekeeping later, my house was clean as new, clothes washed and hung, tissues inspected and burned, and my back sore. Felt fucking satisfied nonetheless. I was starting to wonder why Kenny hasn’t reached when I received an sms. He told me he will only reach at 2pm. What he did was to wake me up. I hope he grows a nipple on his face.
So at 2pm Kenny arrived, with Enedfea his gf on tow. Played Burn-out for a while and then YH( Yaohui, not his real name) reached also. Yaohui had his recently-renewed love of his life Ailing (not her real name) on tow as well. Aiyah I think my place is boring lah. Other than playstation, there’s nothing much to do. Anyways after a while we were off to Quack’s.
Kenny has this thing about my shirt. He says it looks like a bangala’s outfit. I shall plead for sympathy points here. It’s my ONLY new shirt for the new year. My colleague Stephen (not his real name) swindled me of $400 bucks and I was pretty dry to go shopping. My mum bought me that shirt. I know it’s pretty ugly but I had to make her happy lah. If you buy a shirt for your kid when you’re old, you’ll want them to say it’s nice and wear it. So I did. I may look like a bangala but I have a heart of gold. =)
I told Quack I would reach his house at 345pm. And that bloody duck was sleeping when we reached. Totally bo chap. I have to admit I was slightly pissed. I began to wonder if it’s my problem, cos I would want to be up and fresh when I have visitors. Then again, I shouldn’t be very concerned. Everyone’s unique.
After the non-event at Quack’s place, we headed over to Kenny’s. I’ve always liked visiting Kenny’s place. It looks like what I want for my dream home. Super nice decorations yet exuding the cosy feel to it at the same time. Also because his parents are very friendly and nice. Then there’s something new every time. This time that something new was the dish with the vegge and the biscuity cup that Kenny’s mum prepared. I literally stuffed my face with it. Had at least 10 of it, and was craving for more. I only stopped when I began to imagine the faces on Kenny’s parents when they see that I finished all the biscuity cups. Better not spoil my good-boy image. We played Ban-lat also, with Quack being the banker. Midway through playing there was this incident about the perceived non-logic about the way I ‘cut’ the cards by Quack. Well it got me pretty pissed off, firstly cos Quack couldn’t comprehend what I was trying to do, and then cos he attacked me by talking in a more than inappropriate/unfriendly way about my logic. Over a game that costs 1 dollar per round. What can I say? He’s my friend. I’m just glad I didn’t have to give him tuition. New rule: Challenge the idea, not the person.
Third stop, Yaohui’s. The last time I saw Yaohui’s parents were during the 2002 World Cup, where they ordered City Satay for us while we watched soccer, which I felt was very cool. Yaohui and I had many chats about his parents, and I knew they were a couple of very cool Ah-lian and Ah-beng during their younger years. It’s good to see them again after so long. I have this thing about chatting with friends’ parents. I feel that it’s very important to have sincere chats with them if I get the chance. First of all, it would be good for friend’s parents to know you so that they know what kind of a person their children are hanging around with, and also you can learn from them in some ways. People don’t just grow old. They have many life experiences to be shared and learnt from.
If I remember correctly, Kenny’s dad is in the shipping line, used to drive a BMW coupe and can’t speak Mandarin (but he spoke good English and Hokkien). Likes to play mahjong, likes fish and Janet Jackson. Yaohui’s dad was a very respected leader among his friends when he was younger. My impression of him is that he is like a Guan Yu. Yaohui’s mum doesn’t gamble (she told me). Quack’s dad is a retired Major from the army, and used to be in AIA for a while. Not too bad huh? Correct me if I’m wrong ah…
Where was I? Oh yah at Yaohui’s. By the time we got there, I was getting tired. Got very sleepy. Kenny played with Yaohui’s transformer toy for a while, and I was getting a bit left out. I tried to be interested in the toy for a while, but I discovered that not getting the chance to play with Transformer toys when I was young has effects on me. I have this phobia of breaking the toys and causing anguish to my friends. It has happened to me before, when I was in primary school. I shall talk about this later. Anyway because I was afraid of breaking the toy, I grew pretty sick of it after a while. I then had a short chat with Yaohui’s mum, went for dinner with Yaohui and then slept on his bed for 5 mins.
Oh man, this post has almost 2000 words, so I shall have to start a new one. Let me go sleep first. Will continue when I wake up.
Anyway, I couldn’t go back to Malaysia to visit my cousins like yester-years as I’m on recall manning. I actually will like to go visit them and develop a stronger bond cos I feel after all we grew up playing together and it should carry on. It’s pretty shitty also because I will miss the Camp and BBQ that YH and KP will have later today at Desaru. Sigh.
Spent new year’s eve with YH, KP, Herbs, Benny and Quack. It’s the first time we met up together in god knows how long. We used to hang out together and I can still remember YX saying that the group as a whole is quite a head turner when we’re walking together as we’re all pretty tall and yandao. Ok, probably not me, but it’s a group effect. You get it? No? I won’t give you tuition you stupid kid. Anyway, we went for a KTV session and it was pretty amazing. Individually, we have our unique vocal ranges, but when we sing, dance and shout as a group, we beat F4, 5566 and Westlife anyday man. I mean we have a fusion of Tao Zhe and Jay in KP, Cowboy Dick in Quack, Xiao Gang in Benny, Wang Jie in Yaohui, Winnie the pooh in Herbs and Shaggy in me. All of us combined will take the shine out of the MTV awards, man. No wonder so many girls came to our door for a quick look. Must be curious how they missed the news that so many superstars are in town. Haha.
Aiyah what’s past has past, and seriously I enjoyed myself so much today that I have not many recollections of that day, so I shall talk about today. Got woken up by KP at 1146am. He has this thing about waking me up. Just two mornings ago I was having a potential wet dream with the setting in Velvet and 2 fucking sexy chio-bus in the plot when he called me on my handphone. For 15 mins non-stop. Imagine you’re in Velvet, with super nice music playing, the chio-bus dressed in those flowy and soft dresses that end about 15cms above their knees and shaking their booties at the same time. Then suddenly you get this vibrating sound that is not with the beat of the music at all. Drrrrr.. pause….drrr… pause…drrrrrrr.. pause.. drrr… pause… drrr… pause… drr.. pause….
Irritating? Well I had 15 mins of that. The girls were starting to rubba against me when that sound started. They stopped dancing and asked me if I could make the noise go away. Well I looked at the DJ and he wasn’t the culprit. I looked across the table to the other less macho guys eyeing my chio-bus and they weren’t the ones as well. The girls were getting frustrated. I asked the waiter, he was blur like hell. Then suddenly I saw this phone lying on the table, vibrating like mad. I walked angrily to the table, and picked the phone up.
That’s when I opened my eyes. Chee beh. The dream was gone, so were my sexbombs. All I was left with was a vibrating phone with the name Kenny on the screen. In the background, my house phone was ringing also. From YH. Lan Lan, they are my best buddies and I have to answer their call. KP gave me no chance to go back to my dream in Velvet. I had 20 mins to prepare and then meet them at Orchard for MacDonalds breakfast. How fucking gay.
What KP (from now on I shall call him Kenny, not his real name) did today was to tell me that he will reach my house in half an hour, with his gf on tow. Imagine. My house had been fucking messy due to not having my mum around as she was in Malaysia. Underwear, shorts, shirts, cups, FHM magazines and used tissues (no link, seriously) were strewn all around. I couldn’t let them see my house like this lah. So I had to wake up and do an area-cleaning. I washed my clothes, mopped the floor, brushed my teeth( normally I don’t), threw out the rubbish, and did much more. Alone as well, as my bro went for his version of Meet the Fockers. 45 mins of intense housekeeping later, my house was clean as new, clothes washed and hung, tissues inspected and burned, and my back sore. Felt fucking satisfied nonetheless. I was starting to wonder why Kenny hasn’t reached when I received an sms. He told me he will only reach at 2pm. What he did was to wake me up. I hope he grows a nipple on his face.
So at 2pm Kenny arrived, with Enedfea his gf on tow. Played Burn-out for a while and then YH( Yaohui, not his real name) reached also. Yaohui had his recently-renewed love of his life Ailing (not her real name) on tow as well. Aiyah I think my place is boring lah. Other than playstation, there’s nothing much to do. Anyways after a while we were off to Quack’s.
Kenny has this thing about my shirt. He says it looks like a bangala’s outfit. I shall plead for sympathy points here. It’s my ONLY new shirt for the new year. My colleague Stephen (not his real name) swindled me of $400 bucks and I was pretty dry to go shopping. My mum bought me that shirt. I know it’s pretty ugly but I had to make her happy lah. If you buy a shirt for your kid when you’re old, you’ll want them to say it’s nice and wear it. So I did. I may look like a bangala but I have a heart of gold. =)
I told Quack I would reach his house at 345pm. And that bloody duck was sleeping when we reached. Totally bo chap. I have to admit I was slightly pissed. I began to wonder if it’s my problem, cos I would want to be up and fresh when I have visitors. Then again, I shouldn’t be very concerned. Everyone’s unique.
After the non-event at Quack’s place, we headed over to Kenny’s. I’ve always liked visiting Kenny’s place. It looks like what I want for my dream home. Super nice decorations yet exuding the cosy feel to it at the same time. Also because his parents are very friendly and nice. Then there’s something new every time. This time that something new was the dish with the vegge and the biscuity cup that Kenny’s mum prepared. I literally stuffed my face with it. Had at least 10 of it, and was craving for more. I only stopped when I began to imagine the faces on Kenny’s parents when they see that I finished all the biscuity cups. Better not spoil my good-boy image. We played Ban-lat also, with Quack being the banker. Midway through playing there was this incident about the perceived non-logic about the way I ‘cut’ the cards by Quack. Well it got me pretty pissed off, firstly cos Quack couldn’t comprehend what I was trying to do, and then cos he attacked me by talking in a more than inappropriate/unfriendly way about my logic. Over a game that costs 1 dollar per round. What can I say? He’s my friend. I’m just glad I didn’t have to give him tuition. New rule: Challenge the idea, not the person.
Third stop, Yaohui’s. The last time I saw Yaohui’s parents were during the 2002 World Cup, where they ordered City Satay for us while we watched soccer, which I felt was very cool. Yaohui and I had many chats about his parents, and I knew they were a couple of very cool Ah-lian and Ah-beng during their younger years. It’s good to see them again after so long. I have this thing about chatting with friends’ parents. I feel that it’s very important to have sincere chats with them if I get the chance. First of all, it would be good for friend’s parents to know you so that they know what kind of a person their children are hanging around with, and also you can learn from them in some ways. People don’t just grow old. They have many life experiences to be shared and learnt from.
If I remember correctly, Kenny’s dad is in the shipping line, used to drive a BMW coupe and can’t speak Mandarin (but he spoke good English and Hokkien). Likes to play mahjong, likes fish and Janet Jackson. Yaohui’s dad was a very respected leader among his friends when he was younger. My impression of him is that he is like a Guan Yu. Yaohui’s mum doesn’t gamble (she told me). Quack’s dad is a retired Major from the army, and used to be in AIA for a while. Not too bad huh? Correct me if I’m wrong ah…
Where was I? Oh yah at Yaohui’s. By the time we got there, I was getting tired. Got very sleepy. Kenny played with Yaohui’s transformer toy for a while, and I was getting a bit left out. I tried to be interested in the toy for a while, but I discovered that not getting the chance to play with Transformer toys when I was young has effects on me. I have this phobia of breaking the toys and causing anguish to my friends. It has happened to me before, when I was in primary school. I shall talk about this later. Anyway because I was afraid of breaking the toy, I grew pretty sick of it after a while. I then had a short chat with Yaohui’s mum, went for dinner with Yaohui and then slept on his bed for 5 mins.
Oh man, this post has almost 2000 words, so I shall have to start a new one. Let me go sleep first. Will continue when I wake up.
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