When rome first pasted me his blog-link I couldn't be bothered any lesser. However, due to the insanity driven by domestic dementia, my fingers involuntarily hit the button twice... opening my eyes to his world.
Butterfly's blog is an inspiration for all. If you haven't read it, you should, especially for some people.. if you understand what I mean. Fluff aside, Butterfly manages to unmask "so dark the con of man" in one simple sentence:
If you are ugly and fucked up, you WILL be laughed at.
Simple words send upheavals your philosophies in life. It makes has PERFECT rationality. Ponder, pass the common charades of "friendship", and you will sway to his song. The mortification is intense, this retarded blog of mine lacks my insights. Blatant postings of mundane life isn't going to make you spend 10 minutes of your life here. Hereby, censorship is removed. Life's not very long, but my posts will be.
Back from what seemed like the most horrible planned chalet ever... if you even call it a chalet. Nevertheless, it really shines light on what kind of friends you really make. You get closer when you're physically closer, soul-talk aside, let's all be frank. Wasn't really looking forward to things, but people that went along really made life alot happier for some of us there. Some other people should learn to realise what kind of bonding they are going for... Chalets do away with the posh-carpets and sound-proof doors for a reason. Learn to take a hint. Enuff said.
Had some really fun Frisbee on the sands after what seemed to be my first soccer game with outside peeps. As usual, sitting on the sand and savouring the majestic orb diminish behind the horizon.. when others are busy trying to get the ball past me.... Noobs.
Received a really.. really.. disturbing phone call. First time got stabbed by someone in the back whom I didn't know. It was a real deep cut. He didn't have talent, but he was hardworking.. almost to the extent of loyalty. However, he isn't smart. People, if you want to cheat on your employers, please remember to use a different bank account... getting caught is a nasty experience for both parties. I affix my print on it.
Common experience, we've all had it...trying to find the mole, we look all over the place, high-and low, only to realise he's been there staring at ur nose-hair. Trust people around you lesser, they're the ones whom will put the knife in you. This is life.
Proceeded for a dip in the pool. The soccer peeps joined us... nice people. So halfway I was swimming, heng and woof had to act smart and race... even with a ruptured lung. Caught in the middle, my specs sunk deep into the bottomless pit... NoOoOO! So I dived down trying to get it... OMG, cannot find. The rest came to help me.. also cannot find. Panic liao.. So asked those soccer peeps to help... this time really the "rest" came. Almost everyone was in the pool. The worst this is people who entered the pool kept having cramps, including me. Ozy was right.. 七月 was at work..Finally, they found it, and we went for dinner, and we tapao-ed from vivo.
Tram riding has always been a bore....until you meet quanie and faggot.
Went back to play some drinking games. Poor niggy, that boy was so worried he'd die if he took a sip too much. In the end, It was malaysia that won the cup, drowning almost 1/4 of the bottle. Tispy and turny, we ran to the swimming pool and starting running circles around it... then proceeding to do pushups... "Naruto! I'm on my WAY!" all at 3am. LOL. Went back to find niggy merlion-ing. LOSER! AHAHAH
Day 2
Hangover. Everyone woke at 2pm... Went next door to find doggy still asleep... wait no.. Everyone still "asleep". Justin was real sick, or so it seemed. Merlion-ing all day... the least went in.. but the most came out... weak...even the Malaysian was alright.
Basically just wasted the day chilling around in the hut, then went for some walk around sentosa.... only to realise its a bat cave, full of blood-suckers... zzz. So we were waiting for this tram ride, just so happened the stop was opposite Cafe Del Mar. All was ok, as usual they have very hot receptionists. Then came out some waitresses, dressed in nothing more then bikini and some very very short skirt.. or was it a piece of translucent cloth?
So they were posing for this camera crew, when one discernable girl stuck of because her "skirt" was bright-pink. She posed, and we knew her name at that moment.
"HI STACY!"
More and more of them came out, and we're like OMG. @_@ Apparently it was some BTL golf masters, and this was their reception party? Second tram zoomed by, full again. We walked. On to subway.
A great pity one of our accompaniments had to leave, poor ozy. You will not be missed, we now have one bed each sucka!
Devoured a whole foot. Its insane how much you eat when you dont realise it. I wasn't even hungry.
Took more strolls later in the evening, it wasn't getting better....
Day 3
Boarded the 963 on our way back. So Nat brought this really really big cooler box. (the chalet amenities were simply too good to exclude a fridge) All was well, there weren't many people, so I guess its okay to just dominate the seats and dump our baggage all over.....until we pulled over at a busstop.
Whole bus-stop. RV people. I stared at my watch... 3pm. GG, paiseh to the max...
I've always detested people, whom make it extremely inconvenient for others to derive sitting pleasure on a bus-trip. On the top of the list, are those Ah-peks who stretch their legs to occupy the opposite chair.. Or the sweet-looking granny who drops her groceries beside her. Then there are those who occupy the exterior seats, making it close to impossible to request to be seated inside. Unless you've the skin of a rhino. The more skilled ones up the embarrassment factor by falling "asleep".
These are the scums of the buses whom you should always lookout for. Despite countless years of contemplating on a perfect counter-measure, no known empirical forumla has been derived. Below are only suggested tips on how to win your battle. During the course of your crusade, I yield no responsibility for any mishaps you might encounter, usuage of my skillz constitute acceptance to my disclaimer.
孙子巴士法 : Sun Tzu's busfare (LOL)
1. Bring a comrade:
Some maneuvers can only be successfully executed when you have a counterpart, basic moves include bitching-on-a-side; that is to loudly complain to your friend, receiving premeditated responses in an attempt to redded your victim. More complex jutsus require hand seals; whispering incantations, which are just-loud enough for your enemy to hear, but still retain their identity as an unintended message.
2.Eye-power:
In Zhang Yimou's 英雄; the second most powerful stance a swordsman can achieve; 手中无剑，心中有剑，虽赤手空拳也能以剑气伤敌于百里之外。An intangible blade, quicker then the human eye, with range unparalleled under the skies. One vicious stare at the victim, then slowly moving the gaze to the empty seat, is the finest finesse you can display. Remember to maintain a face of indifference, best complemented with some irking noises from the smacking of your lips and subtle shaking of your head in disapproval. People usually respond better when you dont desire the seat, (or at least when you dont show you do). This usually is enough to even mutilate the biggest ego, making subjects alight at stops they dont even know exist.
3.Anemia:
Concern and panick are best summoned with physical damage. If you are unable to inflict, then receive, or pretend to receive. The third skill requires both immense skill, nerves of steel and you to be a shameless slut. Its practitioners are known to be devoid of humanitarian sense, as if having sold their souls to the devil. Despite its many variations, the forbidden technique has a soul essence, and that is to invoke a pandemic of fear. Its core revolves around fainting, or any other medical injury that requires immediate rest, preferably a seat.
A very common variation is the Anemiac version. Due to a "lack of red blood cells" its users commonly "faint" out of nowhere, requiring rest, preferably a seat. Although I must pre-empt you this jutsu, if over-exerted without control will result in the classical example of Midas where you get more seats then you bargain for, and a white van with red sirens.
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