SONG OF THE DAY: Love the Way You Lie.
Not the Eminem version! This is by Igor Presnyakov. I find it amazing how someone can take a rap song and turn it into an acoustic ballad(?). It's so soothing. And I wish I could play the guitar like him. Oh well. Since I'm a major pirate, I googled "Igor Presnyakov mediafire" and downloaded his album. So much for supporting the artists you like, eh?
Once again, I feel plagued with the. Er. Plague of not being able to think of content to write. But it's strange; I feel an obligation to write here for some reason. I guess it's a medium of de-stressing for me (one that's probably more effective than that freaking ridiculous laughing therapy). In fact, at this rate, I think I'll eventually dedicate an entire post to not having anything to write, which is horribly ironic, writing about not having anything to write.
So I pretty much defeated my own purpose in what I feel is my defeated purpose.
I shall try to recollect what memories I have of my previous few days.
Monday was National Day celebration. It seriously sucked. The patriotic feel wasn't there, there was as much of a concert as there was Fresh Fruit Juice, the singalong session lacked the all-time favourites. I could go on and on, really. At least I had the company of my Atlas House Comm dudes to keep things interesting. Plus the 11S103 people (Minus one weepin. ): ) plus leon during the singalong made me feel (forgive me for the possible pun) at home. Afterwards was studying (or at least trying to) with Edbert, Kalinda, Ashiq and a little later on, xinhorng.
Did you know that there's a slide at Terminal 3? A really long one? And there's no age or height limit. Just sayin'.
Afterwards was a supposed beast meal with Chin Yue, Wilfred, Leon and CLEMENT KUEK I MISS YOU. Shuqi and her two friends were there too, but sadly they didn't join in on the beasting.
$8.50 challenge!
-$3.oo Bak Chor Mee (soup)
-$4.oo Hokkien Mee
-$1.50 Sugar Cane Juice
Sounds simple. Because it is. I remember the first time I had the $8.50 meal, I almost died. But it seems my tolerance for absurd quantities of food has increased, so good for me then. Wilfred hadn't had the $8.50 challenge before, so naturally he felt like dying too, I figure. He had the super want-to-shit face.
After the challenge, Chin Yue and I bought $8.00 worth of cockles (not worth it really) and we had a Singapore vs. Malaysia cockles-eating race. It was a tight match, and I came through with 51.5 cockles while Chin Yue had 49.5. I think. The 0.5 came from the half a shell that we each had for some reason. After that I felt full as hell. Full enough to have my legs break.
Eh serious.
I didn't do anything on Tuesday. Seriously. I stayed home the whole day. #loserboi94
Today was a semi-interesting day. Went for water training (which was missing one weepin again ): ). If I wasn't paddling my sets, then I was busy capsizing. I swear man, I absolutely suck at balancing in the higher-tier boats. It's a problem for most people, balancing in those boats. Just so happens that the problem's more obvious with me. I'm like some kind of capsize king.
Taking after these guys.
It's quite funny actually. I can barely get a couple of meters away from the pontoon. Imagine. So there I am, in this super rickety boat, and I'm all tense, especially in the butt (cause if you don't tense up your butt you're gonna CAPSIZE) and I'm convincing myself that I can balance, but I know that I'm lying, because I am myself.
"Steady, steady. Come on, you can do this. Just gotta counterbalance if I go off-balance. It's easy. Aw yeah I can totally do thi-OHSHITCUNTBALLS *splash*"
Some kind of capsize king.
After that was lunch at Pizza Hut. I put a ridiculous amount of cheese into my pasta, a move that I do not regret at all, because I love cheese. A fairly standard lunch. The background music, however, was quite interesting. At one point in time "Happy Birthday" started playing. It was pretty amusing. After that song ended, "Happy Birthday" played again, except it was a different version, in a different key, in a different style, sung by different. And this happened several times. So in the course of 10 minutes, the diners of the Junction 8 Pizza heard about 4-5 completely different versions of "Happy Birthday".
After lunch I MRT-ed home with xinmin and Chin Yue. Took a big shit upon reaching home, did my EOM, sent it in to my @!@#$%^ PW teacher and I started blogging this post.
Which means that the post ends here.
And because Spider-Man is rad.
Sometimes you make me feel like I'm not a good enough friend. Like I'm inadequate.
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