Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Well, it's been quite an eventful weekend and I guess I should at least tend to my blog for the moment. So maybe I shall talk about the weekend!

Friday: I got up at 6:45 AM. SIX FORTY FIVE!! Waaay early considering I, unlike the unfortunate lot of you who have to go to school, am slacking at home and shaking legs, twiddling thumbs and controlling the Sim universe in my custom-made gaming machine. Well normally I do not waste my time trying to lift my 123 lbs of fats on a towering 5'1.5" frame off the floor (I'm sleeping on the floor... okay with a thin mattress in between. 'Cause my grammie's here for the holidays), but since my grammie's gonna go to the polyclinic in Clementi (!!!) to get a blood test and I'm not savvy with letting her do it all on her own while I slack at home so I got up and went with her. No, no blood samples of the Unfathomable Lamer were extracted.

Okay the waiting part was boring. The breakfast part was boring (save for a lunatic who tried to pinch money from us). The travelling-to-my-aunt's part was boring. The walking part was boring.

By this time it was 9:30 AM or so. You gotta understand that, contrary to the beautiful picture the adults paint of themselves, as the great pencil-pushers and broom-wielders silently but surely influencing the world like an undercurrent, they do get up late. And my grammie knows. So we hatched a plan of breaking and entering her house while she sleeps... well not exactly breaking in since my grammie has the keys. But yeah that's the plan.

Unfortunately... we messed up. Or rather I messed up. I was carrying this bag of rice as I was going in and being careless and clumsy I stumbled a little and the bag of rice hit the shoe cabinet with a dull thud. Bummer.

My aunt still didn't come out, surprisingly, but when we entered her room, she sat bolt upright on her bed and stared at us. And of course, like any other mother would, my grammie proceeded to talk her out of the bed and brush her teeth... dentures I mean.

Okay boringboringboringboring..... fastforwardfastforward....

Then I watched Click on HBO. Nice little comedy with a real big moral to the story. Then...

fastforwardfastforwardfastforward.....

After lunch! I stepped into... COMICS CONNECTION... and bought...

THE SIMS 2

SEASONS!!

YAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Okay the rest of the day is shitfully boring. Because I didn't get home until 11pm... due to some of the older folk who gleefully decided to partake in some mahjong and got carried away.

Saturday: Let's jump straight to dinner. So we had dinner in this alfresco diner in Bishan Park, and everything on the menu was vegetarian or vegan. The best part was the tom yam beehoon was so awesome and so was the strawberry+apple blended juice, aptly named Refresh. That's all.

Sunday: I went back to SHHK for the first time in nearly a year. Everybody still looks the same. It was full of talk and not much action, but I have to admit my teacher's idea for an acting exercise was good - think of a character you'd love to, but have never, played and develop this character. I immediately had some ideas but... well even though she said even acting as prostitutes and lunatics are okay but still I have my reservations about telling them I wanted to play a tattoo artist.

Monday: I got pwned (I seriously cannot find a better word to express the severity of it) by the hot pot or ma la huo guo or whatever you call it in Geylang. I can take the spiciness, yes, but the numbing action is what I call the P-factor, P for "pwning". This is the first time in history I surrendered and kowtowed to a pot of hot boiling chilli soup. The secret: peppercorns. My lips were literally on fire and I can feel the blood in my capillaries rushing to get rid of this hell. In the end I got full not because of how much I ate, but the insane amount of coke I was downing in a desperate but futile bid to rid my buccal cavity of the unearthly sensation. I shall never set foot in Geylang again.