In Continuum.

Sidenotes

Let's just say that i havent got much to type about today.For some reason i think if a suicidal maniac were to read my blog right at this moment,he or she is going to up one level to a suicidal maniac cum lunatic and really,do it.Too much serious stuff going on here i guess,and in an effort to relief that atmosphere i have decided to make this little sidenote,thing.Besides,the colour of the blog is not helping either(Though i do not have the intentions to do so whatsoever).

Sidenote #1:

The sight of Sylvester Sim at Jurong Point as i was walking out of the toilet provoked me to a point,whereby i was on the verge of taking off my shoes and slamming his face between those soles.Because really,his face disgusts me with a flaming urge,this burning passion to unleash the demon inside of me.I think my fingers have a thing for assholes,they are naturally attracted to the necks of goons.

So there he was,leaning against the wall with his newly dyed hair(Pink),looking like a doper high on a injection.We made a brief eye contact,and he had that look.You know,like "Hey do you recognise me?" kind of look.I stared at him,from his pink hair to his toes,then back up to those atrocious hair again,and walked off.Pathetic worm.

Sidenote #2:

I think mental patients at hospitals should be allowed 100 dollars of allowance each month,to visit Kinokuniya or Borders to get some reading materials.I think of all the window shopping therapy out there,shopping for books is the most therapeutic of all.Really,the way your finger reaches out and pulls the book off the shelves,the way they feel in your hands as you walk towards the cashier,exhilerating.You dont even feel the emptying of your pockets,but the filling up of some forgotten gap deep in your soul.

I bought three books again yesterday,despite the readily available materials at hand.I had to do it,i thought to myself.The urge was unbearable.I wanted to get The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler initially,but i found out that it is a detective story that comes in a series.I hate books that come in a series,so i passed on that.Anyway,i bought the following,out of pure temptation.So sue me.

1)Falconer by John Cheever
2)The Man Who Loved Children by Christina Stead
3)The Moviegoer by Walker Percy

Sidenote #3:

Ahmad has good driving skills,i must say.I mean,for a beginner of course.I have a love/hate relationship with my father's driving,actually.He drives in a very smooth,sleek,relaxed way.That's good,but he often forgets the weight of his feet and applies too much weight,making the car sail down the expressway like a runaway train.But unlike so many drivers out there,he has a smooth stop at lights.He glides,and that's a really cool thing i got to learn the next time i get to drive a car.

Speaking of which,the bus driver yesterday while i was on my way home,was the worst driver i have ever met.Before he turned,waiting for cars to pass by,he would break a MILLION times,and the passengers kept moving forward and back,slamming our backs against the seats.I almost vomited,when i got off the bus.And as he drove away,i cursed aloud and kicked a cloud of sand up into the air.

Anyway,he drove down to my house today feeling hungry,for some reason.My sister had a tone full of pity when she heard about this,and asked how come he didnt have dinner at home,or at least somewhere near his place.Well,he missed the vender at the cafe in my estate,but they moved away.Which is a sad thing,replaced by a Vietnamese restraunt which is not entirely good.

Anyway,drove all the way down to Lynette's place to pick Corinna up from the birthday party they were having.When Lynette asked if i'd like a piece of cake,i didnt know that she was refering to a BIRTHDAY cake(Comon',her birthday's not even today).I jumped at the chance,because i was awfully hungry and Ahmad was desperate for more food.But upon hearing that there were eight other girls in her house,i jumped back into the car and we sped off without even a proper goodbye to Lynette and her cute dog,which was screaming at me for some reason(Im such a...DOG,kinda guy!).

Sidenote #4:

A couple of pictures i took with my phone,with effects added for some of them.


That black spot at the top left reminds me of the movie Independence Day.But really,it was just the sunlight reflecting off the window of the bus.


The world turned upside down.


"Mornie Utulie..."

Sidenote #5:

Allow me to introduce to you guys some of the witty comebacks that i've used over the week.

"...Of the ten billion sperms that swam through your father's penis,i cant believe you swam the fastest..."

[This sarcastic asshole over at the forums was arguing with me about religion and stuff.At the very end,after being conquered verbally,he gave up and said "Yeah yeah,whatever you say is right.You are always right"]

"...Are you done?Well,allow me to retort my dear.It's not that i am always right,it's just that you are always wrong..."

[A conversation i had with Mingyan at Kinokuniya.He is the cashier there,by the way]

Mingyan,"Come here often?"
Me,"Yeah,all the time."
Mingyan,"All the time?"
Me,"Yeah,pretty much."
Mingyan,"Well,i havent seen you around for a while."
Me,"I've been avoiding you,schmuck.Dont you read signs?"

[While Ahmad attempts to negotiate a sharp bend]

Corinna,"Look out for the bend.The curb has been extended,so that people cant turn in from here."
Me,"That's chicken shit,he can do it."
Ahmad,"Chicken shit,how would you know?"
Me,"If you can do it,it's chicken shit."

[Dad wanted the last few pieces of pork ribs in the soup,begging me to give it to him instead.Of course,he already ate half of the pork rib population,while the rest of the family had one each,then]

Dad,"Comon'!Just that one,it's so thin!All that is left is the bone!"
Me,"If that is the case,why eat the bone?"
Dad,"Just let me have it!"
Mom,"No,you cant."
Dad,"Okay,Weilien.Here's one more for you,the rest are mine."
Me,"Nah,i'm okay with just two."
Dad,"Does that mean i can have the rest?"
Me,"No."