Dey, why u spray confetti at me, dey? Go back n spray water at your elephant la dey.

One of the many life lessons i've learnt during my 19 years of habituating this world of craziness is not to stroll down Downtown on a Christmas or New Year's Eve. Thus, you find me blogging this entry at this particular point of time.

Its very similar to the time when I went to Ling's concert at Stage@Powerhouse. The whole crowd was filled with probably Bangladeshis., except that this time the crowd was more well behaved. But it was totally dead, the crowd was dead. It made Ling's concert looked bad. On the contrary, these very same group of people filled every corners, every skid row of the streets in town during end of the year festive eves, tearing the whole fucking place down and spraying confettis at random people, pissing the hell out of ppl. It made the streets looked bad with these people.

So, I've made a rather wise and decisive choice not to roam around town tonight. Anyway, I dont really celebrate Christmas since i'm a Buddhist and find countdown to xmas really a waste of resources and a commercialized event for business to boom(saying merry xmas is a sign of respect). I have to wake up early tml to attend my late grandfather's death anniversary.

By the way, there's a tagboard on my blog now. People tell me they dont really bother about the comments link at the bottom of my post and there are also people telling me to put a tagboard here so that they can spam me when they are bored. Ok, so the tagboard is here for u to enjoy, enjoy!

Of Slackness and more slackness

Yo.
Its been quite some time since I blogged. Actually, there isnt really any thing to blog about unless you want the whole world to know about the minute details of your life. Thats like selling yourself to people, like real estate agents.

Entered the next paragraph. I sat cross legged, my eyes darting everywhere but the screen, my index finger tapping on the next key to start my first word of the next sentence. Nothing. Tap..Tap...Tap, still nothing. I picked my cup and drank some liquid from it. Tap...Tap...Tap, nothing. Then i sweared again. Oh shit, how am I going to continue my post by writing all these? Hmmmm. Is hmmmm going to help? Nah, still blank.

I was about to shit myself in my pants when I thought about the events that I'm going to tell everyone about in this post. Should I write about my graduation parade, my new unit or the time when I had a cold war with my friends or maybe about that time when my house was completely denied water from a faulty pipe made by an irresponsible government contractor?

How about emotions from people and myself? I wanted to write about the awkward feeling I had when my parents really did not come for my graduation parade. I wanted to amplify my satisfaction and belittle my envious friends on my new unit. By the way, I'm posted to 3rd Div Arty as an Int Spec where I will be staying out and will have no SOC for the rest of my NS.

Wow, thats alot. But then again, I decided that I'm not really going to write about them all. But rather, I have actually wrote about those events in a summary. Now its back to more tapping again for my next paragraph.

Goodbye? See you later? See you? Maybe. But before I really conclude this post which is really very irrelevant to the title I have given to this post, I must really make an announcement to music lovers in Singapore who truly appreciates local music to take some time off in the evening to watch Ling(I blogged about this local songbird few months ago) perform at Stage@Powerhouse near Esplanade to the tunes of various artists such as Elliot Smith, Damien Rice, Rachel Yamagata and many many more, including her own work, "Larkin Step". Its happening today at 7.30pm.

My post shalt end with the tunes of Larkin Step.




(Some cheebye went to hack her youtube account. boliao.)