'After O's celebration'.
Well, the day didn't start off right.
OK most days don't, at least for me.
OK I think the days that don't start off right are the days in which I oversleep.
Shit happens. =.=
I can recall waking up due to the alarm, which I set at 8.50AM, bringing the phone to my bed, and then putting it somewhere else because I know I'd off the alarm and go back to sleep. That goes through the reflax arc, and by the time the brain registers that, it goes back to sleep.
I mean, sleeping at 3.30AM has its pros, but making me oversleep isn't exactly an advantage.
So the day was fucked. I feel bad being late and all. Ah well.
So I got to Safra, Yishun, to bowl with the other 9 people. Lewis brought his brother along and it was quite fun. Not that I did anything to his brother, but that I'm quite sure I've seen him somewhere else, like, I don't know, Lantern festivals in Rivervale Primary School?
Well, I was supposed to meet them at Yishun MRT station at like 10.30AM and I ended up getting to Yishun at 12PM. Pssch. And my right knee started hurting like mad. It can't bend without me feeling like a rape victim. And you people do know the mechanisms behind walking.
I walked past the swimming pool. Heh I remember it very well. I was young then, like, very young. I used to live in Yishun and I went swimming there often. Heh. I think I was ogling at bikini babes even at that time.
Oh and I remember this incident in which my father brought me there. Then I went swimming and stuff like that, y'know, maximise the use of the Safra membership card.
Then I saw my father looking at me, making some weird sign language, then walking off.
Of course I was shocked. I mean, I don't understand sign language, and he doesn't know sign language either. Trying to communicate by simply hand gestures isn't something very comprehensible.
I thought my father was pissed and went home himself.
So I stopped swimming and asked for a phone from some random uncle. Then I tried to call my father and the phone was off. Wait. Did I even memorize his number? Anyway, I called my ahma and it didn't really help either.
What would little boys do at this juncture? I mean, I thought that my father just abandoned me and I'm stranded at a country club with no means to go home. So I cried =.=
After a lot of shit, which I forgot becaue I was busy crying, my father came back.
That was stupid. I guess a lot of stuff from back then are stupid. Adds spice to life anyway.
Bowled 1 game. The others bowled 3. It was fun though I felt like I was scammed. I mean, I paid $1.20 for the bowling shoes, for 1 game, while the others paid $1.20 for the bowling shoes, for 3 games! Life isn't fair, so I cut myself.
Then we went to have sex at LJS. I can't believe Eric survives only on some salad shit. Ew. Health-conscious? I'd rather not. I'd rather eat all the fats and lard and die of heart-attack and blocked arteries and get a super big coffin than die a pile of bones.
Ah well. I'm just against eating healthily. Maybe it's because of Jealousy, but heck. I'm never jealous, so please try to forget the sentence preceding this.
Then we walked one big round from Northpoint to Northpoint, because GZK was given the leadership role to bring us to the LAN shop. He never had much of a good track record in terms of directions, but he was given the chance to build up his confidence. I think this experience defeated that purpose though. Ah well.
So we went to beat LAN and it was pure CS for 2 hours. I don't play it that well(I don't play most games well), and Bear was like pure ownage zomg.
It's not fun if you're playing against him because he can 1v3 and kill all the 3.
It's not fun if you're playing on his side because he kills everyone.
I think we should hang him up and something. Something = rape/grope/sodomize/bukkake. That how it's spelt? Zomg I actually forgot. =.=
I didn't dare to change my player name to my nickname because there were many people around. The setting was such that it resembled places where one can get parang-ed at. I didn't think it was a safe place to, um, blaspheme.
Did it anyway.
So after that, Bird, Bear, and Bear Junior and I went home on 85. I'd have taken 965 if not for the solitude, and the apparent lack of fun the people taking 85 would suffer, so I sacrificed my moment of introspection(y'know, thinking of how great I am and the like) just to be with my brothers. I hope they are grateful for all the attention I lavished upon them.
I'm sleepy.
Oh yea, going to level up soon. 112. Muahaha.
I downloaded Swiftkit. I don't reall see much of a point in it, but there's something which made the download worthwhile:Â Deathmatch.
It's quite retarded actually. You challenge your friend to a deathmatch, and both of you gets 99hp and a lot of members weapons.
Then you choose to use a weapon and hit your friend and hope it hits well. All about Probability, a question I lost 3marks in. =.=
Awright. I'm seriously sleepy. I think I'm glad for tomorrow's arrival. Or rather, later. If I sleep now, at 1.34AM, and get 10hours of sleep, I'd wake up at...(slow calculations, whips out calculator, forgets how to use it because there's no need to know for now, recalls presence of uncleared MCQ papers, thinks this is lame) 10.34AM. No, make it 10.35AM. OK 10.36AM. Screw the counting.
Whatever. I'm just going to sleep until I get piles or something.
After I level up.
-- 11/08/2008 12:37:00 AM
