Sat sat sat

I'm running out of titles for my entries.


Saturdays are always jam-packed with activities, but most of the time is spent pitting my retarded brains against boardgaming veterans like Gordon and his missus. As far as yesterday got, it looks like I'm back to my losing streaks. That's supposed to be the norm, isn't it? It's either that, or Gordon got so fed up after losing to me in Puerto Rico, he played against himself secretly. After dinner, Gordon drove us to the Marina Barrage, only to end up getting confused by the contradicting road signs and his sense of navigation. And God dammit there were hoards of people there! It turned out that that they were waiting for the fireworks from the NDP rehearsals, which we got to watch the moment it started. And the moment it stopped... the rain came.

Bleah.

So we ran for cover like headless cockroaches, and I ended up with bad stitches to my side. Consequence for not exercising regularly. And while we were trapped at under the Barrage, we had another round of Hearts (in which Darling got sabotaged pretty badly). And the smokers. if anyone points out to me that the Marina Barrage has a smoking point at any one point of it, I'll let the matter rest. But those guys were smoking in a cluster, in a place where no one could go anywhere except under the rain! I ranted out loud the moment we prepared to leave, and Jack was quite displeased with that.

"They overheard you! What if they were gangsters and decided to chase after you with parangs?"

Then let them kill me.

Seriously. Where's the Courtesy Movement gone to? Do smokers have the right to smoke at any damn corner they can find at any venue? Or smoke at their flat window and let the wind carry the smoke to the neighbouring units? Or smoke and walk down Orchard Road at the same time and slowly massacre the Singaporean population? Or at the bus stop, where there's plenty of young school students? Seriously, since the government is so fervent about drawing smoking areas at public places, then draw more boxes at bus stops, outside buildings, etc. AND make it illegal for them to walk and smoke at the same time. If you want to smoke, stop walking. Stop making everyone smoke with you. If you wanna die early, don't pull me along. I don't want to suffer the consequences of your ignorance.

PLUS. Jack's words were etched in my mind. "They overheard you! What if they were gangsters and decided to chase after you with parangs?" Seriously, if you're not going to relieve your addiction discreetly, then don't blame people for their furtive glances and disapproving looks. If I were a mother with my children and you were smoking around them, I would have confronted you, regardless of whether you're going to decapitate me or not. Smoke all you want, get some disease, die, do whatever you wish. Just don't drag me to hell with you.

Break away

Complaining endlessly to innocent bystanders of my tragedy isn't going to end this; my laments will simply get lost in all the clutter. And you know what? By hook or by crook, I'm breaking away from your apron strings.

I spent the past 20 years of my life trying to adapt to the role of the big sister in the family, and helming everything whenever Dad's busy with work. Do you have any idea how tiring it was? Do you have any ounce of recognition for that? No. When I screw up, you simply put me down. And when it's time for me to seek my own ideals, you ALWAYS have to be there to hinder me. I DON'T LIKE IT, that's what you always say. Does that mean that I have to do everything YOU like? This is not a Communist regime at home, you know.

You have no idea how afraid I was whenever I approached you for things; I always had my heart in my mouth, always willing to swallow my pride and cower with my tail between my legs when you turned me down with that harsh and cold demeanour of yours. You have NO IDEA. No idea when you retched those lectures out on me when I returned home late from studying in school. No idea, when my sisters were at fault and I got the lashing. No idea, still, when I was trying to hard to run the household and everyone else at home was apathetic. No idea, when your condemning expression burn through me everytime nothing I did went according to your wishes.

I told Jack, more than once, that I was going to do something out of this world before I turn 21 in 2 months' time. I was referring to this attempt I'm going to make to disengage myself from your tyranny. I did think about moving on-campus, or to somewhere else which would take the burden of pleasing you off my shoulders. Until I realised that doing so will break my dad's heart. That I don't want to hurt him the way you did; the words you said that always wronged him; the actions that told him that you didn't understand his misery one bit. And you're going to throw this on me as well, from the way you implied no to me. It was a simple analogy; You didn't trust me, you didn't trust Jack, you didn't trust Dad, and most of all, you don't trust yourself. And I'm going to end the misery on my part.

Yes. I mean it. So even if this is going to mean my life, I'm going to bet on it.

Transformers, Ice Age 3

Oh God what the hell is wrong with Blogger? Now I'll have to host my pictures back onto PhotoBucket, before providing the url to here.











Movie marathons rock. The aftermath sucks, especially when it involves being uber drowsy throughout tuition, lunch and blogging.






Movie Marathon @ Bishan Junction 8

Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs is truly family entertainment. While sitting in a cinema full of parents and noisy kids who know absolutely zilch cinema etiquette did flame my ass a little, the entire experience would have been imperfect without such peripheral distractions. Oh, if anyone has Ice Age 3 postcards, I'll love to have them as a birthday present. Haha. Just kidding. I don't wanna open all my presents and realise that ALL of them are Ice Age 3 postcards.

I hereby deem Transformers as THE must-watch action movie of the year. It totally won me over with the computer graphics, and the endless visual and audio bombardment throughout the movie simply blew me away. Of course, the need-for-speed girl needs her good dose of fast and furious cars, and this film introduced us to the Chevrolet Camaro, of better known as BumbleBee in the movie. It's NOT a production car (big 'Awww...' from the autophiles), sad to say. The Camaro was a concept car by Chevrolet in 2006, which materialised into a lean mean petrolhead when Chevrolet sad," You know, we could have that beauty in that movie." So they got together, ripped apart 2 Pontiac GTOs via reverse engineering, and put together 2 road-running Camaros specially for the movie. How cool is that? I'm stunned. If you wanna read more about it, you can click here. I don't wanna bore 3/4 of my readers with auto factsheets. Anyway, if you haven't caught it, stop waiting! Stop saving for the Harry Potter movie. Stop buying Twilight books. Stop waiting for the New Moon movie, which comes out in late November. Watch this first! Oh, and besides those lovely cars, the guys have another worthy reason to watch this; Megan Fox. Enough reason? Even as a female counterpart, Fox's physical charisma puts most of us women to shame. Plus she's not size 0. So if you've got $6 and you've got your old matric card to bluff your way into the cinemas, watch this. If you're downloading it your computer will crash, because I said so.

Now I know

I've seen countless cases of people getting attached only after they've only entered Uni (well that's kind of a load of BS, because there could jolly well be many more people getting attached in secondary school, JC, post-Uni), and I think I just sought out the exact reason why that is so.

Because we girls like guys that are not so our age.

Of course, I don't want to be burnt at the stake for saying that this is so for everyone, just wanna stress that majority of couples are as such. And what about those couples whom I know who are of the same age? Majority of them broke up. I could have done a survey and proved my point, but then I would be scrapping some old wounds and probably offend a few people, so I shall chuck the CNM mindset aside for awhile. And today's BBQ with secondary school friends further affirmed my claim; I couldn't hold a decent conversation with ANY of the guys! Even though we were hanging out and kicking each other's asses in Secondary school, I felt like I just experienced accelerated EQ growth during the time the guys were in NS. Wrong frequency, no common topic of interest, bad conversations. And this scene had been repeated for all the previous times I had gatherings with ex-classmates. Is this a curse?

People blame NS. They say it stuns the emotional growth of guys. They say it built brotherhood, but none of the stuff they need to face their female counterparts with after NS. And the cycle repeats itself. The chasm between the guy friends I have in Uni and the ex-classmates is so vast, it takes 2 years to echo back. Even Jack, who's always a little of a small kid, make the other guys my age look like thumb-sucking toddies. Now I know why I was able to cut myself off so cleanly from the secondary school clique crowd; most of them were guys.

Muse

You know how attached couples like to ramble on about how life will be with each other? Well, you're unfortunate enough because Jack and I happen to be one of them, and you're reading this. We were discussing how pleasant it would be like to reside nearby each other during the BBQ on Sunday, and we got Gordon and Gerlynn caught on to the conversation as well. One major reason would definitely because I'm currently taking an hour or so to get to and fro Gordon's place (where we would usually congregate for a session of boardgames), and it's a tiresome affair. Plus the fact that we're probably going to make this habit, and watch the two of them tear each other's dentures out during boardgames 50 years on. Wouldn't that be sweet?

Of course I wouldn't mind living close to my other better friends, but not to the extent of being neighbours (I shall keep this entry PG) because I'll probably die of fatigue trying to keep my private life, well, private (no pun intended, if you even catch it at all). It's time our generation took the baton from our grandparents and revive the kampung spirit. Wouldn't it be nice to know that you can drop off your kids at your friends' place if you had to attend to something urgent? Plus all the potlucks, BBQ sessions, gatherings we can have.

At the end of the day it's all about even bothering at all to keep in contact with each other, no matter where you reside, because even neighbours can become enemies if boundaries are crossed and tempers flare. Then, living nearby would be equivalent to fighting a war at frontline everyday.