It has been such a long time since i last blogged. The reason behind, i guess everyone should know - the termination of internet access at home. Fortunately, i got to use internet access finally but is not at home but in NUS. I m now positioning at S15 Level 3, sitting in front of my laptop, trying to type something but i can't cause the cleaner is laying her hand on me with a vacuum pipe ( I know is LAME, whatever ). Got a ride from Du Soon to NUS. I feel kind of uneasy in his car ( maybe i m still in a state of unconsciousness or maybe not ) but the uneasy feeling break down when i started some conversation with him. Things get a little bit out of hand when some irresponsible driver try to cut into our lane without even bother to signal. Screams, yell, glowing ( no bad words ) started to sound from our car. Such irresponsible guy should die sooner, if not, he will bring disaster to others. Ok, enough of the riding. I will try to share with u guys ( if u bother to read my BLOG again ) some interesting and some unhappy incidents during the past few months.

This incident which i gonna talk about happened one month ago when one day, my ex-army friend called my handphone, asking to go to pub and have a drink with the other army friends. i say why not though i am left with $30. The problem with mi is that i won't turn down other people invitation but other people tends to turn down mine ( what a letdown ). Ok, at first, i thought we are going to clark quay or boat quay to chill but it turns out that we are going to techno pub ( how are we going to hear our voices ) and worst of all, i guess that pub is filled with gangsters because they are chanting secret society poem ( Don't ask mi how i know ). Hm....I don't think i mind dancing with them as long as i don't make trouble such as touching their gals or yell back at them unless i wanna die at a young age. Everything goes smoothly ( no trouble ) until my friend ordered 16 jars of Tiger Beer which is equivalent to 64 mugs of beer and all these are shared among 6 guys. i remember after drinking 8 mugs, i start to sway around n feel "high". My friend keep pouring mug by mug to mi and until the 10th mug, i know is time to say NO. And at this time, i feel that i am in another state - the drunk state. At this moment, i can't even stand on my leg ( my friend is supporting all this while ). Well, there's one thing which i remember very clearly. I touched every gal who passed by mi ( only their back ). Supposedly, i would be beaten up but then nothing happen to mi cause mind u, my friend knows most of the gangster there. Well, at least i m safe now ( I won't go there alone ). Oh ya, remember i say i cannot stand properly. All this while, i have been grabbing the hand of my other friend for support purpose. Ok, i know is embarassing but thanks to him, if not, i will be sleeping in some drain that night. We went to the kopitiam beside the club to have some supper. Only my friend order food. Right at this moment, to be true, i cannot remember anything. Later i found out from my friend the next morning that after i have dead drunk in the kopitiam, i have create a lot of havoc in there. First, he told mi that i have strangled his girlfriend ( i m not some kind of pervert, k ), sing some songs very loudly and use the chopstick and hit on the bowl repeatedly. After going out of the kopitiam, i am still singing, not alone but with another friend and this time, we both fall down, he hit his arm and i hurt my mouth ( MALU ). In the taxi, i keep talking nonsense to the Malay taxi driver but fortunately, he was patient enough to endure my crap and safely drive mi and my friends home. At the void deck, the taxi driver told my friend that i am fit enough to go back to my house and so i go up alone. Thought everything will be alright when i reach home but then, i made a fatal mistake by waking up my mother after i slammed the wooden door real hard. I could hear her screaming and questioning mi when i am taking my time throwing up. The next thing i know is that i am already on my bed dozing off without changing off my smelly clothes ( YUCKS!!! ). I swear i won't get drunk in the future.

The second time i went to that club is last sunday after watching Manchester United losing to Arsenal in the Charity Shield match. This time i did not get drunk but yet got checked by the police during a routine check. Together with 5 of my friend and the others, we were spotchecked by the police for any drug n tattoo. The C.I.D really got attitude problem, treating us like dog and ordering us around ( What the hell? ). I almost wanna punch one of the police after he repeatedly insulted my education level. I feel really kinda of uneasy after watching the police jolting down my particular as if i have committed some crimes ( whatever ). Well, mood really change a lot after this. Did not enjoy much back in the pub. Bad luck

Well, during these few months of poverty, life has been very miserable. I can't spend on things i like while at the same time, i got to save money in order to buy birthday presents. I have learn some valuable lessons. Firstly, save some for the rainy day cause u never know when u be poor again. Secondly, keep away from those company who expect u to buy gifts for them or treat them to dinner and while u are poor, they just shunned u and looked for another rich company ( I hate u ). Thirdly, keep away from dishonest company cause they have been lying to u all the while. Forthly, be smart and don't be controlled by gals. Fifthly, be brave and fulfil your dream. Oh ya, i think i should not talk too much of my poverty and who cares other than marcus and bo seng.

well, i guess up to now, i have been a failure cause i can't get into other's list of best friend. I think maybe i don't have a digital camera, i didn't ask them out so often unlike some CASSANOVA, i stop buying gifts for them. Whatever reason, i don't give a damn shit. Another thing, too much vulgar languages in a blog really changed my opinion of tat person in term of personality and behaviour ( totally disappointed ).

Well, i think i should stop, will blog whenever i come back to NUS once in a while or until i get back my internet access at home.. till then, take care, all my friends

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