Get Stomped!

I've been working throughout the month of June for a pay that doesn't factor in the risks of the work and stuff. The owner crams so much products into such a tiny store that it becomes dangerous just navigating its aisles. If you don't watch yourself, and you trip, I'm pretty sure you would get impaled by the many hooks found in the store.

Anyway, today wasn't a very good day. Apparently my boss flipped cause I was "caught" texting on my phone while working. I had no idea it was such a crime. Okay I guess it wasn't very appropriate to use my phone during work hours I admit, and I apologise. However, it's not like I ignore the customers or the shop when I'm using my phone! And besides, I was only using for that minute while waiting for the hard disks to format! (It's not like I could be doing anything else while waiting for it format.) So now, "SMS and iPods are banned during work hours. Dissidents will be dealt with harshly." Something along that line.

I believe that I didn't do anything wrong though. Whatever, I shall accede to his requests. Since I need $. It'll be hard to find another job for the next two months anyway.

Oh and I think I'm really asking to be STOMPED.

HAHAHA. Now most of the time when I'm taking the bus home, I'll buy some snacks or whatever and if I can't finish it before I get to the bus stop, I'll eat it on the bus. I did think about how it would look to others. But I was hungry and I didn't really care. Actually, I'll welcome anyone to take a picture of me and post it on STOMP.

That'd be so cool lar!

Haha I can imagine the captions: Typical inconsiderate Singaporean teen blatantly flouts no eating on-board rule and sets bad example for kid who looks on.

Yeah and there really was a kid who kept staring at me the entire time I was eating my Korean Boneless Chicken Thigh. (It taste awesome btw. You can get it at the basement of Northpoint.) I didn't know whether he was hungry or just in awe at my derring-do. I felt really tempted to offer him a piece and see how'd he react.

"Here boy! Come share with kor kor! We can both get stomped together."

People of the Prata

Today was a pretty fun day.

Went to work as usual. I realized that there were lesser customers on weekends as compared to weekdays. Weird. Working in the outside world made me realize how much the army organization actually takes care of you. (But it does come at a price.) It is true that they provide everything for you: Accommodation, food and allowance. Heck, if you had a little bit of the miser spirit in you, you could have at LEAST two thousand at the end of your service. For real. But of course, being the needy people that we are, saving that amount veers on the impossible. Money came so easily back then. Makes me appreciate even more now. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I like being in there.

Went over to cousin Shuwei's house-warming after work. It was all the way at Fernvale. Seemed to me like it was built in the middle of nowhere. Getting to town took would take forever. Oh and did I mention it was my first time taking the LRT?

Wow. It's so small. When I first got on it, I took my place at the front to get a good look of things. I've seen LRTs plenty before, but it was the first time being on one, and I never realize how high up they were. It had an awesome view that overlooked the entire area But the thing I was most amazed with was the tracks it was running on. At one part of the journey, the tracks suddenly started to slope upwards, and at that moment it really reminded me of a roller coaster track. I half expected it to swoop downwards once it got over the peak. But of course it did not and I was kinda disappointed. To me then, the LRT was just a phony roller coaster wannabe. It had all the right looks, but none of the feeling. It felt like eating fried ice cream you know? Since it is fried, you would have imagined that whatever was inside would be scalding hot, but amazingly it's cold.

Good attempt SBS, but you're not quite cut out in creating good roller coaster in Singapore.

Tried to fly a kite with my cousin after dinner but only ended up with muddy shoes and a poor kite that got it's tail half snipped off cause we all thought it would lighten it's load when taking off. Went back and had a good time messing around with the PS3. It's been a long long time since I bruised my thumb abusing the controller playing Street Fighter! (The last time I did it was when I was in primary 4! And the skin came off my thumb afterwards.) Good ol' fun. Decided to buy a PS3 with my cousin Hausan. Impulsive buy? Whatever, retail therapy, I realized, did make me feel good, on the contrary that it only applied to girls. (I thought it was especially true after my recent bout of shopping fever in Malaysia with my friends. First time I spent so much on clothes. 70 bucks!) Oh well, it was cheap anyway, and besides, the PS2 that I had is dead, thanks to my younger cousins.

At midnight, we suddenly made a random unanimous decision to have prata! Woo. There's something about having prata after midnight. I guess doing so bonds us together somehow. PRATA UNITES PEOPLE. Didja know?

I realized that I like being around family crowds like this. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I suppose no one ever wants to feel alone. It's good to know that despite the coming and going of people that you have fallen in love with and thus the voids that it leaves behind, your family will still always be there to fill up the emptiness and make you whole again.

People of the Prata Unite!

Dreams

The last few nights, I have been dreaming the same dream. It's almost always the same. The person and what was happening. Just some variations here and there. But it makes me wonder, are they trying to tell me something?

I have been searching online for the meaning of dreams. So I have come to a conclusion that my dreams are categorised under, "Prophetic" and "Recurring." So it is a a recurring prophetic dream. What is this you say? Well recurring is self-explanatory. Prophetic dreams according to dreammoods.com are

"Prophetic dreams, also referred to as precognitive or psychic dreams, are dreams that seemingly foretell the future. One rational theory to explain this phenomenon is that your dreaming mind is able to piece together bits of information and observation that you may normally overlook or that you do not seriously consider. In other words, your unconscious mind knows what is coming before you consciously piece together the same information."

Apparently having this type of dreams means that I have been experiencing anxiety (ahem) and seeking the desire for certainty. Wow how true is that? It also says that "You are looking to your dream to help you with an important decision and reassure you that you are on the right path." Hmm and you know what I think about this?

IT'S ALL FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Sure I dreamt of peace. I dreamt that you and I were back the way we were. Oh no, how wrong I was. I hate myself for conjuring such stupid dreams. Such stupid fucking useless dreams. Wait, they aren't even dreams! They're nightmares. When I see your face they become nightmares. Haunting me, taunting me with the past while you stand there glaringly in the grim face of reality. Your little words, your little thoughts, your stupid status updates, they're inconsequential little bits of your life, but they're jumping out of my screen, taking me by the neck, choking me and screaming into my ears. I would have destroyed my computer if not for the absence of a knife or something similar in my room. Right now, I'm so mad, I'm ready to break my keyboard, I'm ready jump out the window in my room. The field below looks so inviting, the grass so soft. I could feel the wind rushing down my face as I jump now with the warmth of the sun sending me off, providing me warmth to the afterlife. One where I'll see you in the depths of hell, chained to a wall of gushing lava. And Satan's fiends playing with your mind like how you did with mine. And I'll stand from afar, gleefully taking in all this... Pleasure.

Poisonous words from Nick.

If you ever see this, I know what you're going to say. "I don't have to tell you how you're not mature, just take a look at yourself." Yeah, I know. I'm immature now, but I don't care, I just feel like doing what I want now.

But when I have calmed down, in mind and soul. I will write to you when I feel better and more clear headed.

But till then...

FUCK THIS.

Can of Whoop-Ass.

I am back from my audition!

It was definitely a pretty interesting experience, but not quite what I thought it would be. You know, the sets, the lighting and large cameras and stuff. I really did thought there would be some props or sets for the ones being cast to act in. Haha apparently since it is just auditions it wasn't necessary. The casting coordinator (my secondary school friend, PQ) got me to fill up a casting form when I got there and after which she passed me a piece of paper with about 6 different scenes to try out in it. There was 2 particular scenes that I was recommended to try out since it was simpler in the sense that it would easier to act out. It wasn't all that hard to memorise since I had to say only a few lines. (And at the end of the day, the line that stuck and is still stuck to my head is, "He's an egotistical, self centred, fool.")

I was brought into a private room with a camera and had a microphone attached to me. I had mug shots taken of me and then we started. It wasn't all that scary actually. Simply put, it was like having oral exams but your facial expressions were taken into account for marks as well. Yes that is all. I messed up here and there and we had a few retakes (cause I forgot my lines) and finally that was it.

I'm actually quite glad that I did something like this. If it was the older me, I would have found excuses to get out of it or last minute lies even if I did manage to psycho myself to do it. But now that I actually did, I feel pretty good about it. Well done Nick! I'm happy that I've stopped bumming around and actually doing things that I want to, and not regretting it.

Oh, do you know what happened to me on the way home? (Rhetorical! Of course you wouldn't know what happened.) I got swamped by those surveyors or whatever you call them. You know those that camp around crowded places and bottlenecks so they can pick off gullible people into selling their souls to the devil and earn commission for themselves? I'm sure you do. And I am also very sure that you have met with them before at least once in your life and have felt irritated.

Aren't they annoying?! But I'm also curious to know how many people actually do stop to listen. 10 out of 1000? They must be fools. Anyway, I have probably been caught by them too many times to count.

I have had enough.

It is time to strike back. The next time any of them show any signs of approaching me, this will happen: Legs wide open to lower my centre of gravity, arms up and ready to break heads, strong defensive stance and I will stand my ground and tell them, "Do NOT come any closer. You definitely do not want me to open my can of whoop-ass."

No of course I would not do that. But I always wanted to say "You want me to open a can of whoop-ass?" to someone. But really, the next time they do appear in front of me, I will open my eyes in terror, grab my bag tightly and run away as fast as I can as if they were the plague itself, in hope that the rest of the potential victims will follow suit.

Spread of Perfection

You know how every time you open up and look inside a new bottle of that Nutella (peanut butter etc.) spread, it is just a smooth perfect layer sitting there?

Well yeah, I like looking at that perfect layer. I wish that it would stay that way every time I open up my bottle of Nutella. Each time I dig my buttering knife into that layer, I would be dismayed. It happened just this morning and I realised that I did not like spoiling it. As I was munching away on my bread spread with Nutella, I was wondering if there was any way to maintain that perfect layer and here was some idea that I came up with:

• Try and use the knife to spread it back to what it was before. (It wasn't possible cause either the blade of the knife will get in the way or it just won't!)
• Use some sort of "stamp" to stamp it back into shape.
  
• Heat it up until it starts becoming more watery then shake it up a little, wait for it to sit and pray that when it cools, it will be as perfect as it used to be.
• Or just finish the entire bottle straight so you would not have to look at the ugly slosh inside any more.

I ran out of ideas after I finished consuming my bread. Don't you guys get perturbed by this? If you have any ideas, please feel free to comment.

On a similar note, I am going down for my very first audition to act on a request from a friend of mine. I have even surprised myself at my sudden decision to take up her offer. I am utterly confident that I have absolutely no forte in this aspect. But what made me do it? Well, everyone should do something spontaneous once in a while right? It makes life that little more exciting to live in. Same concept with eating. Don't tell me you spend every day eating the same food. If you do, I would not like to get to know you, cause I would have known what kind of person you are already. So yes, in my search for perfection (as in, searching for something that defines me) I have decided to try my hand at acting.

Wish me luck people. I'll provide an update on how it went.