I'm an asshole.

Try it.

hmmm....

I am feeling slightly disgruntled now.

MSN Messenger's down. I can't install the doodle pad. I am having a bout of insomnia. My belly's bloated to the size of my mama's kuali pan. And I've got bowel disorientation. Plus tomorrow/today is a working day.

I just downed half a can of Pringles in my plight. Wat else could be any worse?

::Moods and Muses::
Aqualung - Easier to Lie

Selemat Hari Raya Haji.

I think. If that's how it goes. Do they have countdowns for this? ala Hari Raya/Deepavali/Thaipusam?? Hmm. Nope. No religious hiatus for tonight. Nope nope.

I'm home early. Nice night to be home early. Do a little dance, have a little booze, make a little love, write a little blog. J totally exclaimed her disbelief with my premature departure though.

"Hah?! Now what time niah?! So early you go home?! No "chai" ask you go clubbing meh?"

Nabei. Cannot meh. Tired mah. OT leh.

"Aiyah all got their own agenda already. My kaki also go home. You all also go home. So all go home lor. Can eat ketupat wor."

I have to admit to a certain extent, gatherings and meet-ups have slowly churned from a wholesome affair to the brink of being almost a chore. Possibly to the ones doing the organizing. The poor bastards. To have to take the pain and strain of planning a simple makan session/clubbing session/la kopi session has literally turned the boldest and earnest of chums to mere skimmed yoghurt. To have to endure the last minute backoutters and the I-see-how-first-let-you-know-again-ers. To have to all the hype worked up and scrapped at the very last moment. Sucks ya? Happens.

Take for example a situation that occured to me several years back while I was still in green. All the lads were all geared up for a trip down to Dbl O after an exercise to let our hair down (hey my camp can sport longer hair one hor. Ok pun intended.) There was this particular guy whom we tried to drag down 'cos there has been this ruckus around camp that he threw the gauntlet to us saying he can outlast anyone of us in the 5-10 ring. Put time put place I come. So he claimed.

"Eh siao eh! Where are you? Thought you said you wanted to come down join us?"

He has a tendency to cringe and moan his excuses out. Try imagining how you'd sound like when u wanted to keng MC to your boss.

"Err...guys sorry lah. I...think...I...*cough cough* a bit...stomach pain lah....don't know can go anot. *oo-er*"

"Want challenge us now want to back out?! Hum chee ah?! Stooomaaaacche paaaiinnn...You lai ang (a.k.a. period in male linguist) ah?!"

Hold on to your seats, folks. Here it comes. The classic one-off remark forever etched in the Walk-of-Lame.

"No lah...I...I...have to think of my future lah. "

What. The. Bloody. Fuck.

It probably took us around 30 seconds before that last sentence sank in. We promptly shrugged it off, laughed at it a bit, paid the cover, went in and left at 1am. (Cos no chais and no losers to challenge us so we got sick and sleazy) And rest assured we never kept him in the loop of our later clubbing sessions again.

Which brings me to a decision I have to make. I have a class gathering tomorrow evening. At Marche. Primary school one. Class of 6N3 1992. People whom I have not met for the last 8 freaking years. Except maybe my ex-girlfriend who so conveniently turns up for every such said gathering every year. And an old soccer-cum-secondary school friend. The rest - I have the faintest memory of their names, let alone their faces. The organiser has even requested for us to bring photos or intricate little knick knacks, which we might have kept, along so we could all (whoopee!) take a trip down memory lane together and reminisce about the hair-pulling, girl-chase-boy-around-school-compound and sng bao (flavoured ice packs) guzzling sessions we all shared (sure have one lah!) during those pubescent years. Come to think of it, it was kinda nostalgic.

The thing is this - I have nothing against the idea of oldie talk and old friends meeting up once in a while. Remembering those days. Having a good laugh together. Ha ha ha. So funny. I remember you last time the bag is pink colour one and is from Kimara. Then some more got carry the Metro plastic bag put Art Folio inside then sit school bus play Chee Koh Pa.

What's next?

8 years is a lot of catching up to do. Imminent questions like "Got girlfriend/boyfriend? What are you working as now? You getting married already?! Really?! Wah! You got drive here ah? How much you buy your car? Which university you attended? Where you go for holiday? Blah blah blah yadah yadah yadah..." Eventually, halfway through out the session, it would probably turn into a free-for-all when everyone would be trying their very utmost to impress everyone. The oohs and aahs. The hypocrisy creeping from underneath.

Its not anybody's fault actually. This is catching-up. Being apart for so long, the most mundane of topics would be all of the above. People change. It is superficial. It is to be expected. Much less predictable. The cat fights and idiosyncracies and plagrism would probably be thrashing around in our heads even after we'd parted.

Maybe I think too much. Is it really that bad? I mean I did shared 3 of my kinder-years with them. The least I could give is to respect their opinions and the courtesy of being invited to at least turn up. Tsk. Wassup with that?!

Okay lah I admit it's cos I don't wanna turn up early then have to go in book seats for the rest lah. Very paiseh one leh. Sit there with awkwardly tiny pockets of people whom you hardly know till everyone arrives to sit there awkwardly with a big collective of people whom you hardly know. Very lagi paiseh one leh.

::Moods and muses::
Humate - 3.2 (Bedrock Ambient Mix)

Right. I had a fit of procrastination. Not that many will bother or care anyway. Considering the amount of attention I gather from writing.

So to set the record straight, Huppy Noo Yeer to all.

Wat else is there? Oh ya. Keep your resolutions. Its not like any of them are gonna be fulfilled anyway.

Right so wat's next? Hmm. Shall I bitch about work? Boring. Gals? Too sensitive. My hair? I'm not going there.

To be honest? I really have no fucking idea wat to write about today.

Its official then. I have finally lost it. I will have to come to terms with that.

Ooh ooh! Wait there is something! I was clubbing last nite at Zouk and I went to fetch a friend and I tripped on the steps, nearly lost my cap, fell flat on my butt for 10 seconds with my ubberly lawnmowed hair half-exposed and C just guffawing her intestines out. Shame shame.

Ok so the highlight of the week was getting the 2 ends of me being subject to humiliation and pain in front of 500 people. Let's see you top that.

Right. Off to my watering hole. Need to ciao and do something about the crop on top.

p.s. It's nice to know I have someone popping by now and then. Thanks YR. For that, this entry is dedicated to you.

::Moods and muses::
Fish Leong - Mo Li Hua