Saturday, November 25, 2006
- Im Still seeing things. In front of me-I never believed it you know. When that woman during my primary school days proclaimed to the whole world and everyone else near me she could get hold of that i was a very, very frivolous boy. It was considered blasphemous to me then. I mean you were talking about just a ordinary pudgy boy who was just acting like the kid he was (while trying to forget he lived in competitive little Singapore): carefree, eating and sucking in all the goodness that everything in the world was probably possible. And that little fat boy then could have probably been right. If for one thing, he did meet strange friends, and then stranger ones, the good ones, the nerd ones, the diva ones, the whores, the sluts and everything he was told from the television he watched that said they existed in this world. But now that the little fat boy has grown up, he realises that he's stuck in that crazy world still.God Im screwed. If i was an explosive detonate me please, for i would be made up of the most ridicuous combination of coloured wires inside me that most people would not dare touch, much less savour. I havent even been into university but graduating from the army soon has already ticked off these waves and waves of silent ambitions within me that i feel most determined to complete by the time i die my ideal age of 75. I watch tennis and i dream of playing professional tennis and winning just one wimbledon. I see my other friends write chinese songs in camp (then i ah, in very Singapore fashion) must also write and dream that my song will be sung by stefanie sun that will return her to the fame when she totally owned the chinese music market. I listen classical and decide i have to learn piano or die a very uncultured man. I watch Project Runway for leisure and my mind thinks that i can made a superb frock out of a potato sack just because since i love eating potatoes so much, i sure can turn the sack that holds them into majestic greatness too.
But thank god for the release of the PSLE results. Feeling all anxious for the little kids that i accompanied study for this yrs exams made me realise that I probably still have not lost my mindset about my future totally. Yet. Especially when some of them do badly and i just sulk along thinking they deserved that much better for their hard work (which i obviously didnt put in as much). I must must focus and remember that Im heading for business in future and absolutely should find my place there first before thinking of sinking my teeth in the other worlds of my crazy mind.
So People, the next time i mention about taking part in a cheese fries eating contest with those crazy japanese professional eaters whom i suspect have real stoves burning away the calories inside their bodies instead of the usual metabolism rates, slam me. Slam the bitch in me quick, and please, do make it fast.
Anyway... a recent me and my 2I/c:
His expression when i need him to help do the dirty work:
From left, the angel that will never be, the boy who refuses to be a singer and the hobbit Heh.
My Buddy in the shift. We have sailed through lots of shit together in camp with thanks to his kewl rock guitarist attitude.
The cast. The bunch, the family in my army life.
Written fashion may not be history @12:52 AM
