Orangeous Dailies

Spent the weekend with Jessie..

1) Drinking wine (fuckin lots of it),

2) Working on our PSB projects.

3) Watching Prison Break on her laptop.

We were at home all the time, except for the few hours we spent at Centrepoint doing grocery and wine-shopping. We drank on Friday night, we drank on Saturday night, we would have drank too on Sunday if not for the hangover we both achieved.

This weekend was not only fun, it was productive, and we never got sick and tired doing the same three things over and over again..

Watched Apocalypto today. Extremely violent and bloody, thats all I can say. The first part was horrendously boring and violent, but later on, you’ll get to see a primitive version of James Bond leaping off a waterfall and employing clever jungle warfare tactics to kill his captors.

Pay close enough attention, and you’ll get to learn the phrase "He’s fucked" in tribal-speak.

Ate two char-siew paos which tasted unusually sour on Wednesday. Decided to continue shoving everything down my throat because I didn’t want to waste food.

After which I started feeling feverish, puking every single damn thing out including water, for the next 24 hours.

Came home from work -> Couldn’t even eat. Bathed then slept till next morning -> Went to work still feeling feverish.

Next time if something tastes weird, I wont bother eating it.

I got into a Yellow Top cab at around 4am outside Jessie’s place. Shagged out and tipsy after a night of drinking.

The taxi driver was a friendly one and we engaged in small talk. He asked why I was here – sending my girlfriend back home.  He asked about what I was doing now – I lied to him that I was a Business Student at NUS, as well as a Pilot Trainee dropout.

The conversation went on fine. Then he said something which made my balls drop.

Uncle : I’ve been driving for almost 24 hours already

Me : What?! You still awake or not?

Uncle : I play Taiqi at Bedok Stadium 3 times a week. No problem. Still awake.

At that point of time, I was afraid that he might fall asleep along the long straight ECP stretch, so I tried to keep him awake by asking about his family, what his kids were doing and fuck-shit like that. Then he said something which made my balls drop.  

Uncle : In 2 years time, the universe will end.

Me : Why? *And I was thinking : Fuck! You suicidal or something???*

Uncle : There will be a Supreme One who will be coming down soon. And the signs of his coming are already appearing. Bird flu…etc..

Me : Uhuh..

Uncle : In China, they reported a certain number of deaths from bird flu (I think he said 700 or something). But DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE REAL NUMBER IS?!

Me : No.

Uncle : 10,000. The Chinese government is trying to cover up.

I tried to find out the source of his insanity… Then he said something which made my balls drop. 

Uncle : I believe in Falun Gong.

Me : *Geesh! Fuck!* Isn’t that banned here?

Uncle : No. No religion can be banned if we fight for it. The Chinese government however TORTURED our Falun Gong followers! *He got quite vocal at this point*

Then he began on the gross descriptions of how the people were tortured. And he commented on the BodyWorlds exhibition in Singapore. Still remember the exhibit of the woman with a 8-month old fetus still in her stomach? He claimed that she was murdered in China solely for the purpose of this exhibit.

It was about fucking bloody time we reached my place. As I was about to get off the cab, he told me to WAIT. He had one final thing to show me. I thought he was going to mutate or something, but he took out a clear file. And what I saw made my balls drop. 

A woman with mutilated breasts. The Bodyworld’s Pregnant Lady exhibit, this time she was lying on a surgical table in a Chinese hospital. Another woman with burns all over her face. A guy with his face beaten to pulp. A body without the internal organs.

WHAT THE FUCK MAN! You crazy psychotic fool!

He shoved me a pamphlet, told me to call the handphone number written behind it, before he finally let me off. 

Crazy crazy taxi driver! 

Archipelago Brewery 210107 : Ex-Victoria-School classmates.

On some days when you’re really stressed, really busy all day long at work and the day seems to drag on for eternity. Every fuckin soul in that place seems to be looking for you (they always use "urgently"). And when it all ends, you get this really tight feeling on the train home from work and your mind is cluttered up with all sorts of shit, and there’s this terrible fuckin headache that doesn’t seem to go away by itself.

Time to relax. You don’t need a smoke, neither do you need a beer..

Wait wait, that is .. if there’s still work tomorrow la, weekends different story, to de-stress, drink like a fish…

All you need is to take out that long forgotten pair of jogging shoes and go for a run.

A simple 30-minute run does wonders, takes the mind off everything, and slams it down on one thought "when am I gonna reach the finishing line?". And when it all ends, you’re simply too shagged to think about anything. 

Thats how I feel now. I feel shagged and all better now. 

We laughed at (or about) a fat guy who was absent from class today. Evil!

Jessie forgot to bring her notes and I had to share mine with her. And she scribbled a lot of irrelevant stuff on my notes.

Tug of war. How on earth can an Orang Utan pull down a Sumo Wrestler more than twice her size?!

Never trust a biker to walk a dog.

Today was pretty much uneventful. It was first lesson at PSB Academy’s new campus in Tiong Bahru. The time taken to travel there via MRT from Yishun is a whopping 1 fuckin hour, which only leaves us with 15 minutes for dinner.

There was a lot of confusion regarding the location. One lecturer emailed to say it was at Old HDB Hub, Bukit Merah. The other said it was at Tiong Bahru. Anyways, we ended visiting BOTH locations (the wrong one first of course). We were way too fuckin late for class.

And while we were rushing to get to class, I accidentally stepped on Jessie’s slippers and the strap tore. She screamed in pain, hobbled a distance to the school gate,barefoot, before I told her to stop, and wait for me to get her another pair.

There was plenty of running to do then. From one coffeeshop to another. And shoe shops seem to disappear when you need them. So I ended up buying some $2 size 6 pink slippers from the provision shop. The uncle glanced at me..

"Ah Boy, this one girl shoe .."

"Yes, my girlfriend slipper tore"

"Oh, I scared you buy wrong."

Needless to say she was pretty much pissed off with me the entire lesson. I’m sorry! 

Dad scratched his 18-inch-rims at Great World City’s taxi stand today, due to him underestimating the dimensions of the Odyssey. He is in a bad mood and has gone to sleep early :D

Mum is going for a cataract op tomorrow. I pray everything goes smoothly. 

Happy New Year all, may everything you touch turn to gold.