Back from my tropical Christmas trip.
Will blog about it some other time. Now I have to prepare for my trip to Ho Chi Minh City to celebrate New Year’s.
Will blog about that too some other time.
To piss some people off and to console some people trapped in Europe’s heavy snowfall (hey, at least you get to enjoy White Christmas!), here’s a photo of my holiday:
The beach in front of the hotel. White sand, clear sky and clear, blue water. Awesome.
A very, belated Merry Christmas to you all.
I will be on hiatus from my blog for some indefinite time. I’m not sure how long it will be, probably a week, two weeks, a month or two, but I’ll definitely start blogging again.
The reason for this hiatus is writing exhaustion. First off, I’m not the kind of writer that can blog about every single details in my life. It’s exhausting for me and its boring for you, the readers. Would you like to read the same shit again and again?
I’m more of quality over quantity person. So I don’t care if my blog have very few posts as long as the posts are interesting.
Trust me, I am working on a few long overdue posts and just a quick peek, they are: my trip to Blue Mountains, my journey through Movember, my cousin’s wedding and ZoukOut. And some post regarding a bank interrogation.
The second reason is that I’m currently working on a short story. I’m writing for a school Writer’s Society’s Literary Magazine and its my first ‘proper’ writing endeavor since ThearteWorks’ 24 Hours Playwriting Competition in August 2008. I haven’t been writing much (I was very profilic in my tweens but got lazy.) and I’m trying to get my groove back.
The third reason is that I’ll be away for much of December. I’m going away on two trips so I’ll have less time to blog. But at least I’ll have more interesting stuff to write about. So its a win-win situation for you and me.
So just check back on my blog every now and then for new updates.
And while you’re at it, leave some comments.
And find something else to entertain yourself.
I’ve recently became a fan of Trance music since ZoukOut. Thanks to my friends and of course, the DJ Armin van Buuren, I’ve been listening to Trance music the past few days. I’ve never knew why people like Trance music until my baptism of fire at ZoukOut under Armin.
So here’s a Trance music to entertain you guys. This music is considered Hard Trance and listening to the bass and beats is awesome. Warning: your eardrums might burst.
For those of you who are wondering what ZoukOut is, it is an annual music festival held in Singapore. It’s organized by a Singaporean club called Zouk and the festival is held at the Siloso Beach in Sentosa, hence the name ZoukOut. This year was my second time at ZoukOut and it was way, way better than my first time. You can check out their website @ http://www.zoukout.com/
I have been back in Singapore for almost two and half days now.
I’m bored, my friends are either working, in the army or in school. I want to go back to Sydney where I can do something productive, like working a high paying part-time work, reading, slacking and enjoying Sydney’s spring weather.
That’s one thing about studying in an Australian university. When you are out enjoying your 3 months “summer” holiday, majority of the people are following the Northern Hemisphere (UK, US) calender and have only 1 month or 3 weeks of winter holiday.
So I’m out in Singapore slacking my ass off when my friends are studying/working their ass off.
But its December now, shouldn’t people be relaxing?
Or maybe I should actually start calling my Singaporean friends cause they have no idea that I’m back in Singapore.
But there is no time to commiserate. I have an urgent problem that requires to be solved.
I have a cousin’s wedding to attend this Saturday.
I still have not got a suit.
Nor shoes.
Nor shirt.
Actually, I do have a suit and it is a tailor-made/custom-made/bespoken suit. But it was tailored for me when I was 17 for my graduation and prom night. At that point in my life, I was a skinny little runt. I’m not sure if I can still fit into that suit without splitting the seams.
The only thing I have is a tie. A pink, silk tie that my aunt bought for me to wear to the wedding. My cousin asked if my brother and I could wear pink ties and we both agreed. It is her wedding after all.
I was planning on getting a grey suit with a white or off-white shirt with French cuffs. But with my cousin asking me to wear a pink tie, I’m not sure if I can pull off the ensemble. I’m not even sure if I can wear a grey suit in the first place.
And then there’s the shoes. I know I’ll be getting black shoes. But should they be laced, slip-ons or buckled? I prefer the latter two because after two years of wearing black, laced shoes as an air force clerk, I’m a bit put off with those shoes. Besides, slip-ons and buckle shoes look sleek and fuss-free. Something I like.
I know what’s my style like: sleek, slightly classic with a touch of outrageous element. The outrageous element will be either my new black, wool fedora or my blue, polka dotted head scarf (don’t ask).
You see, the problem is not that I have no idea what to wear. I know what I want to wear, right down to the details. The problem is the actual shopping and hunting for the clothes. You see, when it comes to shopping, I’m very, very methodical and particular about getting the items. I compared the details, the fabric and design and what-nots from shop to shop and clothes to clothes. Very, bloody, anal-retentive.
I remembered I was shopping for a hat and one of my friend, Sharmen, decided to tag along because he wanted to get a hat too. Let just say I dragged him around from shop to shop for two hours before going back to the first shop to get the hat I wanted. In the process, Sharmen almost garroted me.
But I’ve been feeling lazy and can’t be bothered to go out and shop for my suit. I’m actually considering to just buy a shirt and squeeze myself into my old suit and hope for the best.
But then I want a grey suit.
So maybe I should go shopping.
Shit, even this entry sounds boring. That’s how bored and lazy I am now.
So, to my very, few readers out there: Should I wear a classic, black suit or just go for the grey suit?
And recommend me some places where I can get suits. My budget is around $200 for a suit. Just the suit.
The wedding’s in 4 days, so RSVP.
P.S. FUCK! The text and image layout is still screwed up.
I want to blog about my trip to Blue Mountains. I want to blog about my facial hair journey through the month of Movember.
But I CAN’T.
I’m not sure if its WordPress or my blog screwing up my blog layout but as far as I know, my previous entries have been fine. So I’m not sure what’s with the screw up now. Each time I upload a couple of pictures onto a new entry, they appear all jumbled up and without order on the blog.
It’s frustrating. These two entries have loads of pictures and of course, loads of my own random commentary. Not being able to post them up is like having to hold back my own orgasm. Twice.
But I digress.
Anyway, I had a chat with a friend of mine on MSN. After spending hours of futile effort in fixing up the previous entries I mentioned, I decided to take a break when I saw my friend online on MSN.
I knew he was flying back to Singapore the next day (which is today) so I opened up a chat window and asked him what time was his flight.
The next few minutes involved us speaking about the most random thing.
And me committing a big boo boo.
Zareth says: (11:51:56 PM)
what time’s ur flight?
b says: (11:52:51 PM)
55555
Zareth says: (11:53:00 PM)
wth?
Zareth says: (11:53:55 PM)
5555?
Zareth says: (11:53:56 PM)
dude
Zareth says: (11:54:01 PM)
you’re not high right?
B decided to answer my reply with “5555“. Obviously I have to ask what the hell that means and of course, asking if he still have his sanity intact.
I would like to paste a snapshot of the conversation but like I said, I can’t put text and pictures together or else they would appear all jumbled up. Fucking irritating.
Anyway, B replied:
b says: (11:56:44 PM)
hahahahh
b says: (11:56:46 PM)
nah
Then we started talking about random shit like how he recently moved to his new place and something about Hamilton Island. Of course, I still did not what time his flight was. So I asked again:
Zareth says: (11:58:02 PM)
haha, what’s time ur flight? afternoon?
b says: (11:58:42 PM)
yeh man
b says: (11:58:43 PM)
5pm
b says: (11:58:50 PM)
u asked that twice haha
Zareth says: (11:59:00 PM)
you said 555555 the first time
Zareth says: (11:59:05 PM)
lol, it can mean 5am
Zareth says: (11:59:16 PM)
or some code or your flight number
Zareth says: (12:00:22 AM)
that mean’s you reach singapore around 1am?
So B flights leaves around 5pm. Since the flight takes about 7 to 8 hours to reach Singapore, he would reach there around 1am, amiright?
Apparently not.
b says: (12:10:39 AM)
lol
b says: (12:10:39 AM)
huh?
b says: (12:10:39 AM)
no
b says: (12:10:44 AM)
i reach sing at like 9:30
b says: (12:10:45 AM)
lol
b says: (12:10:46 AM)
pm
But I then ask another question, like the stupid idiot I am:
Zareth says: (12:11:50 AM)
4 1/2 hours only?
b says: (12:11:59 AM)
??
b says: (12:12:05 AM)
dude
Zareth says: (12:12:07 AM)
the flight
b says: (12:12:10 AM)
sing time is 3hrd behind
I thought his flight would only take 4 1/2 hours. Actually, it would still take 7 to 8 hours, but since he’s landing in Singapore and it being 3 hours behind Australia, he will land around 9:30pm.
Damn it, I feel so fucking pai seh (Hokkien for embarrassed).
I mean, I should have factored in time difference when calculating the time B will reach Singapore.
And this is coming from a person who travels around frequently.
So I replied:
Zareth says: (12:12:21 AM)
oops, i forogt
Zareth says: (12:12:22 AM)
lol
b says: (12:12:24 AM)
hahahaha
So my screw up resolved, we moved on to another topic.
Zareth says: (12:12:49 AM)
damn, our body clock is going to be slightly screwed up when we go back
b says: (12:13:34 AM)
haha i mien aleardy is
b says: (12:14:03 AM)
i fkin been drinkin every nite for the past 2 weeks…get home in the morning…sleeepp and then drink again at nite
b says: (12:14:04 AM)
lol
Zareth says: (12:14:14 AM)
lol
b says: (12:14:18 AM)
body clock non eistent
Looks like someone needs to lay off the booze for awhile.
I have a non-existent body clock and sleeping pattern too. Usually, I would go to bed around 5am and wake up around 11am or 12pm. This means that in Singapore, I would go to bed around 2am and wake up around 8am or 9am. Not bad, not bad.
But still nowhere near as bad as B.
Anyway, song of the day:
This is from the movie Sex Drive soundtrack. I find the chorus simple and just pure awesome. I’m always singing along with it. You should watch Sex Drive too. Just because.
This is the group shot of us before we started our paintball games.
If you haven’t read about the paintball post, you can read it here, although I advise you that it is NSFW. Graphic contents.
Try to spot me in the picture. Hint: I’m at the back row against the tank.
Sean the Organizer is in the middle row, on your far right. Poor bastard, he didn’t know what he was going to get during the paintball games. That’s the price to pay for being The Organizer.
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