Orangeous Dailies

I received a text message from Glenn, when I was having a project discussion in the reading room with Jessica, William and Wenjie.

Apparently, I had forgotten to switch off my headlights. I went back to the carpark. The headlights were pathetically dim by then and the headlights were left on only for 45 minutes.

I tried to start the car but there were only clicking noises. I knew I needed someone to help me push the car. So I called Wenjie for help. He came all the way down to the carpark with William and Jessica.

While I was sitting in the car trying to crank the engine, William and Wenjie were both pushing from behind. The car still failed to start (when it would normally have). I guess it’s time to change my dying car battery.

Wenjie connecting the jump-start cables to William’s car.

In the end we managed to jump-start the car with the help of William’s car battery.

I’m extremely grateful they were there to help. Otherwise I would have to wait for my dad to come in the evening.

Old Crocodile brand shoes.

I bought this pair of Crocodile brand shoes from a shoe shop in Chinatown for $45.

That was 6 years ago. This is my only pair of casual shoes, for the last 6 years. I wear it a lot. I strongly believe in only having black leather shoes, casual shoes, running shoes and slippers in my shoe cabinet. A pair each. Mix-and-match? My ass.

Theoretically, a sale was made, a customer was satisfied and might return for a repeated purchase. In reality, the old man lost a customer because he did not expect this pair of shoes to last that long. No repeated visits from me so far. Even if I do go back now, the shop would have been closed and he would have retired by now.

It decided to give way a month ago. A small hole appeared as the stitching began to give way. I still continued to wear it, until it became VERY obvious that I was either very lazy or a real cheapskate.

It is easy to remove. I can even do it hands-free when I’m drunk. This shoe has been puked on many times (mostly by me). I wore it to sleep when I passed out drunk at my corridor. I dated Jessie in this pair of shoes. I drove my dad’s car out for the first time in this pair of shoes. I washed it less than 5 times in 6 years. It feels really comfortable.

That’s a lot of sentimental value for a pair of shoes. I’m throwing it away today because its time is up.

Amen!

Pre-race. (Standing, back row) William. (Standing, from left) Clarisse, Amelia, Jessie, Clarisse and Jessica. (Squatting, from left) Phonsak and I.

Ran the Nike Human Race with my schoolmates today. Previously, we had spent 5 hours queuing up at the Extended Registration (biggest mistake of my life) so there was no way we were going to miss this run.

The best thing about the run was that we didn’t have to queue for anything. Baggage deposit, water points, post-race services were extremely efficient.

The route was very narrow. A lot of inconsiderate people who needed a break did not move to the left and continue walking. Instead they just stopped dead in their tracks, resulting in a huge Nike Human Jam. A huge guy running in front of me with a hairy back stopped dead in his tracks and I slammed into him. My face went into the mini-tundra and got drenched. He turned around and apologized. So I assume he’s a hairy friendly giant after all.

The people like us who had started late had to look out for gaps and weave in-between. In the end, we had spent so much energy overtaking (running diagonally, weaving in and out, hopping up and down pavements) that we were exhausted even before the halfway mark.

Post-race. (From left) Jessie, Amelia, Clarisse and Jessica.

Post-race. Jessie and I.

Despite narrow route (causing the Nike Human Jam), I did enjoy myself! Having breakfast, together as a group, after the run was awesome!

1. Marketing Research test (10%) on 15 Oct.
2. Macroeconomics test (20%) on 19 Oct.
3. Business Strategy team presentation (20%) on 20 Oct.
4. Advertising and Promotion team presentation (20%) on 21 Oct.
5. Marketing Research assignment 3 (7%) on 23 Oct.
6. Business Strategy individual essay (15%) on 25 Oct.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel. These two hellish weeks are coming to an end on Sunday!

(Standing, from left) Boey, me, Jessie, Jason, Kenneth, Victor, Marie and Alvin. (Seated, from left) Wenny and Chee Yuan.

Had dinner with the bunch of ex-Air-Force… pilots clerks at Happy Joy Restaurant @ Bukit Merah Central.

Our biggest gathering so far since our National Service days. Glad to see everyone doing so well now! And of course, the usual jokers in the group never fail to spice up the conversations!

Miss Singapore World 2009 Ris Low

Interview With Phua Chu Kang

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Two.

Three.

Related Fail From Miss Teen USA South Carolina 2007

Someone kept calling me in class today. My phone was on silent. The phone was vibrating in my pocket for a prolonged period, due to three missed calls.

Another call came. I bent down under my table and whispered into the phone… I’m having class now. Sorry. Then I hung up.

An sms came a while later from the number 9XXX9607:

U are ah kee repairing refreigerator (sic)?

I don’t know how this person got my number. Wenjie was urging me to acknowledge an appointment at 10 p.m. That’s wicked!

2 mid-term tests (10% and 20% respectively).

2 group presentations (each 30 minutes long).

All within the next 7 days.

Mother father!

I had a weird dream two months back.

In this dream, I was with a group of guys at East Coast Park. The only person I recognized among the group was my good friend, Pang. It was night time and we were standing in a circle. We were staring at an upside-down Big Gulp paper cup which appeared to be moving. Apparently, there was something under it. One of the guys (can’t remember who), took out a Zippo lighter and set fire to the base of the paper cup.

Loud squeaking noises could be heard from within the cup. The cup could be seen shaking violently before it was totally engulfed in flames and collapsed inwards. The charred remains of a huge rat were visible to all.

We laughed. The dream ended.

I woke up and I texted Pang, asking him if something of this nature did happen. The reply was positive. We burnt a rat alive at East Coast Park when we were about 15 years old. Although the both of us did not participate in this torching, we witnessed everything.

That happened almost 9 years ago. Although I don’t believe in superstition, the fact that this dream was so vivid and accurate really spooked me out.

This is weird.

Any discussion relating to alcohol consumption is discouraged in my family. After all, I’m the serial drunkard in the family. They’ve had enough of cleaning up my puke. Mum doesn’t drink, sis doesn’t drink. Dad loves to drink (buy him a beer at a restaurant and he’ll gladly accept it), but acts as if he only drinks for business reasons. We both got so pissed drunk once that we had trouble getting out of the cab. And we’ve never talked about that night since. We both had fun walking in zig-zags though and sharing stuff which made no sense at all.

Back to the story. These two incidences (which happened on the same night) highlight the beginning of my parents starting to break down the barriers in communication. I think that somewhere in their minds, they know that I’m getting too old to be under their control.

Buying Beer

The past week was hell. Plenty of projects and essays to submit. I completed and submitted them all with pride, knowing that I did my best. Yes, thank you! I know! I’m just looking for a good reason to drink! It was about 10 p.m. when I grabbed my wallet and car keys to go out and get some beer. Dad was in the living room using his laptop. I thought I could sneak past him…

Dad : Where are you going? Where are you driving to?

Me : Going out to buy something.

Dad : Going to smoke?

Me : No. I’m going out to buy something.

Dad : What thing?

Me : *sigh* You see, for the last two weeks, I’ve been spending everyday completing my projects. Now that I’ve completed them all and I did my best, I would like to go out and buy some beer home to reward myself.

I was expecting him to tell me yet another story about his imaginary friend who is currently dying from liver failure/cancer after drinking too much.

No he didn’t.

Dad : Ok go.

Me : Thanks.

Dad : Don’t drink and drive.

Me : Ok, I’ll be back in 5 minutes.

I bought some beer home and sat down in the living room together with him. He was working on his laptop while I was watching television and drinking beer. The only question he asked, was what beer I bought. I showed it to him, but I wasn’t going to share it with him. I’ve only got enough for myself.

Hayward’s Black Stout.

One for one

Mum came into my room later on in the night…

Mum : Tomorrow night are you free?

Me : I’m having dinner with my friends tomorrow night. Why?

Mum : There’s a restaurant near Big Splash, currently having a promotion. Your uncle is working there, so we can all get 30% off. I am thinking of dinner tomorrow night…

Me : Next time tell me earlier! I’m booked. I’m sorry. Another day?

Mum : Tomorrow is the only day I’m available for dinner. Why don’t you ask Jessie to come along? The three of us can have dinner.

Me : We’re both going for dinner with our friends.

Mum : There’s a one-for-one promotion on beer. You can buy one litre and get another litre free.

Me : One pint you mean?

Mum : The glass is this tall!

She raised her hand above the table.

Me : That’s a pint!

Mum : Ah yes. They have one-for-one. You can buy one and get another free. It’s a really good offer!

Me : Yes I know what a one-for-one is!

Mum : Beer is expensive right? Come to dinner with me. I’ll buy you beer.

Me : I can’t. Sorry I have something on. Can you ask Michelle to go with you?

Mum : Ok. But the one-for-one offer might end soon…

Well, she tried her best!

Cat cheats on girlfriend! An angry pussy. A faithless tom. A shattering drama about a female feline scorned just hours before marching to the altar–and the dirty, rotten scoundrel-fleabag that led her down the garden path!

Marks And Spencer’s Extremely Chocolatey Caramels.

Love you my dear Jessie! You made my day!

I could eat them all day long!