25 July 2007

Weather here is sucking lately, everyone getting the flu.
Found out I didn't have to go to work at 7 this morning but at 8 instead so I have about 45 minutes to write something.


Not that it matters but, my Mom didn't give me my allowance this month. Its cause' I'm not studying at the moment and am therefore freeloading in the house and am useless to the family and thus I am treated like crap.


So I guess thats what it all comes down to hmm.
It all makes sense though ... I, as a child, was brought into the world as a form of very-long-term investment. Its not like I do nothing around the house, I do a lot of chores ... help my dad with his new office ... but still ... I get treated like a loser. Hahaha.


Maybe its their way of giving me hints that if I don't study, I'm not their son.
Its times like these that I curse the moment I was brought into the world.


Not getting any acknowledgement from anyone either, seems better that way.
The serene feeling of living each day without having to talk to anyone, giving up that innate social being you are inside and just living each day by the minute.


I don't really like how the people around me are changing either, for a fact. They are driving me more and more to the edge. I think I'll just stay quiet for awhile and adapt. No point in throwing a tantrum anymore. No point in trying to change anything anymore. I must follow the 2nd rule of life, "Always keep your mouth shut."


About a week or so ago, I bumped into Chi Yong. I stopped talking to him because he got into Lamp Berger and he kept spamming his network-marketing shit around. It got irritating to the point I ignored all his calls and messages.


He was very successful, he has his own yacht and a shiny brand new BMW now. Another one of life's great opportunities that I passed up. Sigh.


Anyway, a little bit about my buddy.
He is 4 years older than me, we were both from HK back when it was a fledgeling community. We used to go after the same girl, and we made a bet to see who would get her first.


Why it was such a challenge?
I was in form 3 (15 years old).
He was in college (19 years old).
She was an architect at an architectual firm (26 years old).


I had no chance, and he dumped her after getting into bed with her.
Guys are such garbage. It was the cool thing to do at the time.
Some of us have grown out of it but most of us are just growing into it.


Also, last Saturday.
I saw Wei San at the bus stop near Taman Sea secondary school.
Ahh, my high school crush for some very odd unknown reason.

She picked the ABSOLUTELY WORST guy to date to make me jealous when we were in form 5, Ser Yoong. Of ALL people. I think she deserved much better. Oh well.


Sifu asked me if I wanted to turn the car around and chat her up;
I of course declined. I think I liked the things between me and her exactly the way it turned out, a sweet memory of something that never happened.

6 July 2007

The night was stagnant and pale of activities.
So we went for a drink at Padang Kota.


We were engaging in thrilling conversation when a couple sat down at the table directly in front of me. I got a shock.


I thought it was Suet !!!
That girl looked just like her, talked just like her, walked just like her.
The same straight, colored dry hair ... the absence of earrings ... the tiny feet in bling bling heels ... the long sleeved zip-up track jacket and very short shorts ... that enduring pout look on her face ... her eyes ... her tiny nose ...


I could have sworn on my life that it was Suet ... until I took a look at her boyfriend that she was manja-ing with ... it was an ah-neh (Indian) ...


NO - - - - WAY - - - - THAT - - - - IT - - - - WAS - - - - SUET - - - - ANYMORE !!!!


I couldn't help eavesdropping on their conversation.
She even sounded like Suet, whined in the same way as Suet, talked about the same things she did. But I guess it is impossible since the Suet I know will definitely die before she dates an ah-neh ... Heh.


But seriously, that girl looked like a carbon copy of Suet ... a Suet that was 10 - 20 pounds heavier than the last time I saw her, that is. Maybe the weight stunted/reduced her height too cause' when she stood up she looked a hell of a lot shorter than the Suet I knew.


I think that Suet-clone must have caught me giving her what I can loosely describe as the midpoint of a curious look and a sick glare with murderous intent. She kept returning me worried glances.


Which of course got me lost deep in thought on whether this is Suet or not. The questions I asked myself were:

1. Has Suet gotten fatter and shorter?
2. Has Suet become richer? (She came in an MR2)
3. Has Suet fallen in love with an ah-neh?

It was a cute moment while it lasted. But I noticed the time was almost 5am, her parents would never let her out that late so I finally decided that it wasn't her.


Anyway, on the most important thing of late.
Sifu invited me to go swimming at his friend's condo.


Just the two of us.


And then after the swim we would go for a sauna.


EeeeeeeeeeYUUUUCKKK.
I appreciate the good intention but ...
Two guys, a swimming pool and a sauna.


Not my idea of a brotherhood outing, more like a brotherly love outing.
Bhluekkkkkkkk. I think I'll pass. I'm sure I'd have fun if I went but ...


It just feels kinda ... gay.
Meh ... girls are so lucky they can do such relaxing stuff like this together.
Two guys do it together and I think we'd be labeled for life.
Heh. Time to sleep.

4 July 2007

For a guy with a preferrence for Mat Rempit type of classic heavy metal rock songs, I have never imagined myself falling in love with this guy.


First and foremost, I have nothing against gay people, just find it annoying when I meet guys that are sissyish and extremely feminine in nature, more so if they are completely unashamed of publicly showing it. >__>


To be frank, the guy in the video has sissy gayness written all over him ... the lack of masculinity in the way he acts and carries himself, the hair, the choice of attire and most importantly the fact that when he goes high pitch like in that "I can be brown, I can be blue, I can be violet sky" part of the chorus, he really sounds like he had his balls cut off, or to a lesser extent squeezed with pliers.


But ... damn ... he is such a good singer.
Just press the X button in the internet browser to turn off the background song in the background, the video will still load.


I've noticed the kids nowadays are getting dumber and dumber. I look at the bunch of guys from the 1988 batch and they seem okay, very materialistic though. The other day I was at a yum cha session at a table with three of these 1988 kids.


They were pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
Save one guy, who was quite steady, I think I'll make him a friend.


Anyway, their names were Kevin, Kok Wai (I think) and Azizi.
Kevin was just downright fucking annoying while Azizi ... was ... a nigga? He talks with "Yo nigga" and asked me to call him "Zee" ... oh and um, this Zee talks mostly with his hands and keeps spamming the words "you know what I'm sayin' ???" and ending most of his sentences with " -man" ...


I hope the both of them develop terminal cancer.


Anyway ... we talked about stuff, and Zee had the nerve to ask me how I could walk around in the clothes that I wear ... xD !!!


Most people would think it is insulting, but I don't. I think its kinda cute anyway, cause he sounds like some of my ex-girlfriends. I used to keep getting the "WEAR HAPPY COLORS" ... "WEAR BODY HUGGING CLOTHES" ... "WEAR 3/4 pants !!!" ... "YOU WEAR SUCH BORING THINGS." So it was kinda funny, considering another male is talking about the way I dress.


At first I thought Zee was a homosexual "nigga" but it turns out he has a girlfriend, who is about 3 times his size, and maybe a whole foot taller than him. (I am still asking myself is he too small or is she too big)


We engage in extremely boring conversation about Bodyglove ... Quicksilver ... and Rip Curl ... After awhile I stop talking, and so does Kok Wai. This is the most IRRITATING part of their conversation:


Kevin: Eh, girls (bla bla bla brands) clothes more expensive right?

Zee: Don't remind me of that lah - man ...

Kevin: Why whats up?

Zee: You know ah, its not fair - man ... you know, even thinking about it makes me fucking pissed - man ...

Kevin: Why?

Zee: I'm damn pissed man, you see my clothes? This is fucking old Bodyglove shit man, like how many months already. My Mom is damn fucked up, everytime buy clothes for me, always from pasar malam, from Giant, from stupid cheap shops like that but ah ... when she buy for my sister always from Roxy or (bla bla bla brands). You tell me, who won't be pissed off ???


At that very moment I wanted more than anything to smack him, fling him off his chair, throw my roti canai at him, throw my teh ais at him, stomp on his balls when he's on his back and finally pull out my dick and pee on his precious Bodyglove body-hugging shirt and khakis. I would show him the finger and scream "Fuck you !!!"


I mean ... DEAR GOD.
Why? Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
He even had that "extremely sangat betul- betul tension" look on his face.


Oh my god #$$$^%$&$#%#$!%$^&%$&^%*&^(&*%(&&^%^#%$!$ !!!!!
I think they noticed that I thought they were an embarassment to the human race since I nearly snorted my drink AND the straw AND my cigarette up my nose.


Zee goes something like "Hey dude, I'm serious man."
I couldn't control myself, I broke out laughing.


Kok Wai is kinda quiet and shy, guess he didn't dare offend his peers ... but with me openly mocking and ridiculing the two metrosexual motherfuckers. he breaks his silent spell going "Fuck you, its just a fucking shirt and pants can ???"


It looks like there is still hope for the 1988 batch. If only everyone in his batch was like him, I wouldn't have a reason to go around bullying them anymore. The 1989 batch on the other hand, has absolutely no future. The girls are okay though, just all really short.


Lately there has been a lot of politics going on within my circle of friends.
Caught in the middle again ... sucks to be me ... listen:
"I HATE YOU ALL d(^__^)b"


Today, I went for a yam cha session with Adrian.
I parked the car, and he sat in it and talked to his Materlinne.
I on the other hand, was kicked out of my own car and left on the streets to rot for about half an hour, before he finally decided to turn off the phone. You fucking cheebye.


Actually, it didn't bother me. I've been through much much much worse with other friends, what Adrian did is understandable since he is having problems with his woman. The thing that I find extremely annoying is that he sent me an SMS that went like:


"I'm on the phone with my chick now, you come fetch me or I go there meet up with you???"


And when I asked him how his girlfriend was, he goes:
"Don't call her that, don't call her my "girlfriend" ... cause' its not like that anymore."


I wanted to take my antique Nokia 3315 and open that message, then stick it into his eye and up his ass ... or something. But I decided against such rash behavior ... because I love my phone very much, its like the third (or fourth) love of my life, how can I go through life knowing that I hurt it ??? Ahhh .... the sweet memories ... how I paid 30 bucks for it ... how it served me through the terms of 3 girlfriends ...


I have to go to the office now, I guess this is it for now.