Tuesday, August 02, 2005
I hate Napfa. It made me cry okay!
Worst thing I've ever pushed myself physically for. Everything was going fine during the first and second round, then that dull throbbing ache started in the left of my stomach.
Fuck that stitch lah eat shit and die goddamnit!
The dull throbbing ache turned into a sharp knife-like existence piercing the side of my stomach. Pain like what man! Seriously. I was crying by the last round because I desperately wanted to pass. I love my towel alot. If not for it, I wouldn't have passed.
I just told myself to squeeze the towel. Or wrap it around my eyes. Or something like that. If only I could have run barefoot or listened to music, maybe I wouldn't have cried.
Eh whatever lah! Cannot be bothered anymore.
When I graduate, I'll stay far away from Napfa. Far, far away.
Julian Hee very cute ah?
Watching Heartlanders. First time I've stayed outside of my room on weekdays. They filmed in AMK Central. So budget. Today's episode about Chinese gangsters. Pai kia, samsengs, whatever you call them. I call them idiots. Not just Chinese ones, but all of them. Regardless of race.
Wasting their lives away in that self-absorbed mentality of theirs. They think they rule the world, they think everyone's scared of them. Please lah! Mindless violence, bloated egos, zero intellect. I am amazed by them. But not in a good way of course.
Don't they realise how short life is? Much much too short to adapt that kind of hardcore lifestyle. The reality is very sad. Seriously. Think about it! So the saying, " Youth is wasted on the young " is quite true in this case. They will all live to regret it one day, but they still continue. As if awareness has not been raised among the public, assumingly them as well, already.
Sobering indeed. And I'm not being sarcastic.
I feel so... So... Duno. I don't even know if it's a good thing or not.
Oh my gosh I want to watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! Loved the book so much. It's coming out this Thursday!!!!
But I'm broke. Maybe I can go with my bangla. [ BIG HINT ]
LOL kidding kidding darling. He reads my blog. I didn't know that.
Oooh, smoking is banned in coffee shops and restaurants or something right? How good is that? Soon it'll be banned in clubs too. Yeay! As if I can go into clubs now but that's not the point see.
Don't you think old people are just so cute? Especially our own grandparents. They can be so farnee sometimes. Really.
My grandfather was accused of rape by an Indon maid, years ago when he was working as a security guard. Yes, my sweet old grandfather, got a letter written to him from this bitch of a maid saying that if he does not want the whole world to know that he allegedly raped her, he has to pay her a few thousand dollars or something.
Blackmail konon.
Eh puki dier ah blackmail!!!!! Stupid bitch. She's in Indonesia now. If she's in Singapore I will track her down and slap her eyeballs out. Seriously ah. Nothing else to do is it? Work lah! OT or something.
But it's kind of hilarious too actually.
Imagine your grandfather being accused of such a thing. Your grandfather who gave you money whenever he visited. Even if it was only two dollars, somehow I felt blessed when he gives me money.
Your grandfather who forgets where he puts his glasses and goes searching the whole house for them, and in the end, they're hanging on his neck. Your grandfather who pulls out all sorts of medicated oil from the depths of his closet when you complain of a stomachache.
Your grandfather who goes for a morning walk everyday, and steps on those stone reflexology things. Your grandfather who smiles at you with those gaps in his teeth. Your grandfather who laughs literally like this, " Hur hur hur. " Your grandfather who never remarried, even after his wife died all of a sudden.
Your grandfather who chose to live life peacefully, looking after his grandson, sending him to school everyday, playing in the playground with him during the weekends, and spoils him silly with sweets and toys.
Well, that's how I remember mine anyway.
I remember how my mum used to drop me off at my grandparents' house every weekend and my grandmother would cook crab for us. I remember one time there was a blackout and I was so scared I screamed and grabbed my grandmother. She simply stroked my head and said some prayers and I didn't feel scared anymore. My grandfather laughed and lit some candles.
That was the most vivid memory I had of my grandparents together.
Then my grandmother died.
I'm going to cry like mad if and when my grandfather passes away.
funkadelic @ 5:06 AM
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