Monday, May 21, 2007
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It has been a very happening morning. (: I woke up at 6.30am (LATE!) with the pretext of not going to school today, did the usual routine, hopped into Daddy's car, dropped off at Still Road, stood there for 6 seconds till his car drove out of sight, walked about 200m to the 12 bus stop, grabbed a Char Siew Pau from the petrol station, took the bus, met Marcus (HAHA) and slept all the way from Katong to Pasir Ris Interchange. Got down, waited for 12 again, took the bus, slept for another 45 minutes. Alighted at Katong, walked to Parkway.
Ok, this is totally loser. My intention was to get some sleep in the morning before going to the MP Library at 10am to study. Studying was ULTRA effective in the Library. I love it there. The atmosphere and everything, so peaceful, my thoughts were running everywhere! Got a bit emo thinking about Spiderman and how painful his life is. His Gift or Curse. Love. Sacrifice. Love. I'm gonna do it again this Wednesday. Please don't tell my Pa. LIBRARY IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND.
And I finally got rid of that gigantic box by the doorway. I didn't exactly hide it in the toilet bowl, but I stuffed it into my closet. Behind all my mom's Cheongsams and coats and dresses and what not. HAHAHA. I hope she doesn't discover the hidden treasure. Maybe by the time she sees it, by some Polar Bear intervention, she'll land up in Narnia. Screwed up wardrobe.
Ok so I've been thinking about Spiderman. Ok, I'm quite loser. But oh my, the life of Spiderman, is not like any other superhero. It wasn't all about his Glory, or solely about Justice. It was Love. It was about Sacrifice. It was about Loss. The immense pain he has to go through, because no matter how hard he tries, the ones he love will always the ones who pay. The unending battle raging within, where he, himself, is the villian he can't knock down.
Apparently I have free publicity on Joy's blog. Haha. I must say that her blog is very inspiring sometimes. Complexity woven into every word and punctuation. Motivates me to improve my Engrish.
Here's a little something to tickle you. (: I love this guy.
today was my first driving lesson. although i am acclaimed as a daytona god of Senna proportions, it was a terrible, soul breaking experience. i never reached the dizzying heights of my daytona days, and in fact, stalled an appalling(and embarassing) number of times in the circuit. this would be considered good if i were a female, who have a well documented history of being absolutely crap at driving, but since i am in possession of 2 testicles, i couldnt blame my inferior chromosomes, and was forced to sit in shame. my nerves were hardly helped by the foolish instructor, who through his vivid hokkien commentary, was telling me in no uncertain terms that i was "sibei jialart".
after about the fourth stall, i knew i was in trouble, although probably not as much trouble as the instructor. a storm was building up in my intestines, and i could feel the burgeoning gases threatening to break my spinchter's determined resistance. when i nearly mowed down a motorcycle that had the temerity to drive infront of my sacred and holy vehicle, the instructor shrieked for the umpteenth time, and brought upon himself a torrent of methane.
the sound was probably amplified by the tight confines of the car, but in my mind it was an enormous and Old Trafford style blast, almost brutal in its delivery. the silence after the storm was most disconcerting. i believe i had stunned the poor man into silence, at least for the nxt couple of minutes. possibly he was too busy breathing through his mouth to say anything, which was a wise decision anyway. one look at his mouth gaping like a damn goldfish made me even more nervous, and the farts just kept coming on like tidal waves slamming into a weak and weathered breakwater. i was suprised the instructor didnt unleash his own wave of expletives, choosing instead to allow himself to be silently assaulted by a fascinating orgy of stenches.
tried to hunch; 8:47 PM
