Annoyance

One of the worst things that could happen had been planned. I was then faced with the threat of bile-gargling and blood-chilling horrors: WE ARE TRAVELING OVERSEAS!! What's more, the traffic congestion between custom checkpoints are really breathtaking. The cars look so endless, as if car sales companies Honda and Mitsubishi and other companies whom everyone is familiar with are all earning big times, probably more than Bill Gate does...

I don't have anything to kill time with, other than my antique Gameboy Advance and PSP and stuff for revision when there are totally nowhere for me to revise on in KL. Imagine a basic, empty house full of consumables that are temporary, yet treated as if they were permanent furniture. The walls are plain, boring white and the flooring is white, boring tiles. Anyone, except my plain old relatives, would catch that feeling of total boredom upon entering that plain, big, empty and cheap three-storey terrace house. It really is stupid there is no computer and my parents would pick up as many fights with me as I would request a computer in the house. To round this up, I'll not be posting for at least four, or five, days. After all, the only things we are forced to do there is to eat, chat, eat, chat, eat, watch adults play mahjong and no chance to even touch a single mahjong tile, eat, sleep.

I don't want to go to KL. I won't mind hiding under garbage bags and eat cup noodles just to live in Singapore.

.:I LOVE SINGAPORE:.

I promise the first thing I'll do when we get back is to post another blog post here in this blog. I promise.

Livelihood

It has been long since I felt the groove in me. That time had finally came, yesterday. It was also quite a coincidence for me to see BX in Causeway Point, hanging out with his Presbyterian High friends, which I honestly have nothing against it. Anyways, the first destination I went was Timezone, where I roundhouse-kicked UV light(Ray) on his ass when he was totally oblivious to his surroundings and allowed me to sneak behind and do so. Yesterday, I got my very first surviving Timezone power-card, which is now slid in a card pocket in my wallet. The very first thing we did was Ray's decision to smash that whatever-you-call-it with a hammer to prove that I am alive and well. I scored a pathetic 9-out-of-30. That just wasn't me...

Next we had hard time deciding, so we played maximum tune 3DX-Plus. I only played twice because the gearbox was faulty. Then came what we played almost for the entire duration of our visit in Timezone: "DJ Max Technika". I sucked, he sucked, then he sucked again, but later I rocked. Nothing much to describe about why he sucked and sucked, but as for me, I got the glimpse of it, which gradually turned to something known as "fever". I was grooving and he was observing the crowd around me while I grooved. Finally, we went back to that whatever-you-call-it and smack it again, this time with me scoring a pathetic 13-out-of-30.

Later when we strolled the pathetic under-construction area of Causeway Point, Ray admitted that I was impressive, although a young and adorable Malay boy was fixing his eyes on MY ASS while I played the Technika... LOL

I have never been that lively as of late... I loved that feeling, although it doesn't occur often... Maybe next time...