Drawn Curtains

people around always like to say, "life's like a stage... blahdonkeyblahmonkeyblahballs" well, i would say life's like a scriptless stage performance with no rehearsals as well. we've got no clue on what's about to happen next. neither do things follow when you plan. there's no restart, no rewind, no pause, none of the functions that a regular dvd player has. unfortunately, we can't do nuts about it and what i can say is "it is better to fail gloriously than to live a mediocre unfulfilled life, go all out for it."

rojak is what i feel now.

sometimes, i wonder if the fact that the heart has got some sort of memory is true. the story about some boy with a failing heart got a donation from a girl who died in a car accident. he claimed that he felt her last moments before the collision after his successful transplant. i have doubts on it but sometimes, it seems true somehow. we think that something's like this, but later on feel something else don't we?

'we think' doesn't equate to 'we feel'. what do you think?

Fucked Up

these days are simply like a straw. either way, it sucks.

didn't fair well for yesterday's ec test. i haven't got back the result but i know it because the new lecturer pointed out my mistake when i handed in the script. ten marks down. last night, i was trying to compile communication skills report. effort shown in the research but everything was just piled together like a junkyard. it was four plus in the morning when i finally got pissed and gave up. after slacking for awhile, i went for more than an hour of nap before heading to school LATE. and somehow, i lost my wallet in the lecture hall if i didn't remember wrongly. extremely down although i didn't show it. because it's not just about the wallet. my precious cards inside includes the identification card! mine is the vintage one with no round ugly thing below the photo. i really hope some fella who picked it up will be kind enough to drop it at the lost and found office. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, i'll treat dinner for that. anyway, thanks to rico who accompanied me to search for it, not leaving out jinxian, liang and bear who donated coins for me to go home. i was careful with the two dollars plus and planned my way home by the cheapest route. i recalled it was so bloody long ago when i last felt like a bankrupt. even the tissue paper vendor squating at yio chu kang mrt had more money than me in his coin tin!

fucked down,

out.

What If You Were A Rich Bastard?

this was some topic renli and i fantasized about on our way home along the north-east line. before i go into it and get aroused (i'm not sure if this word is appropriate but i'll use it anyway), let me just briefly share what happened on the day of the maths common test. i went to meet rico at hougang and we dialled for a cab since we were already late. we got a hilarious cabby soon who thought we were cool bad kids because we ranged for a cab at eight-thirty when our test starts at eight-thirty. he rattles on with his hundred-percent bullshit about being classmates with ronaldo, beckham, etc. the most ridiculous one was that ronaldo borrowed his ferrari, so that's why he was stucked with a taxi. we were late for the test but were the earlier ones to take our leave. i'm quite positive that i fucked it up.back to the story, renli was telling me "what if you were rich?" and of course, we brain stormed loads of ideas.

me:

bet fifty thousand on france when they fight against portugal.

buy an apartment, install smoke machines, disco lights, dancing floor, bose audio surround system, stock it up with loads of boozes and last but not least a nine-feet brunswick pool table. oh yes, a predator cue with Z-shaft (the cheapest shaft by itself nearly hits a thousand bucks).

get an electrical guitar and someone to teach me.

i'll go las vegas and try the jackpot till i win

a private bus with an ah mat in tuxedo to transport friends and me out. sounds pretty cool huh. imagine every friend just have to wait below their place when they want to go town. and the bus will be stocked with quite snacks, ps3s and xbox 360s. renli did ask where i park the bus but WHEN I HAVE THE MONEY I'LL HAVE A GARAGE, HUGE ENOUGH FOR MY RX-8 TO HIT 250+KM/H and of course to park my bus.

an indoor basketball court so every friday, sportsday can be held there.

i don't mind a swimming pool actually, heh.

this isn't the full list of course, well let's look at some of the things renli stated

renli:

helicopter with helipad.

swimming pool and indoor basketball court.

car, probably a limo with an ah mat!

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but of all, i love this suggestion of his the most: bank in all the remainder and live off the interest.

AH, YIT JING WAKE UP.