Indefinite Hiatus Rambling on CNY Argh. I’m beginning to hate my dreams. I always dream of someone being together with another someone and when i wake up, i’m like all jealous and stuff *sigh* Anyway, i think i should check my email more often. Bubble Tea Girl tickled me on facebook around a week ago. Hmm.. You know how i mentioned in my previous post that my long term plan had-to-have, not-having-getting-married as part of the short term plan? Last night before i went to bed, i was like thinking, doesn’t that sound weird in a blog tha’s always asking random girls to marry me? But of course, how ever much i like to contemplate the vague details of my long term plans, my life is still pretty much governed by short term plans. If chance, and gods willing, i get hooked up with a girl and start dating, i might still end up getting married even though that status is not very conducive towards fufilling the long term plan. But that is how outrageous falling in love is. You throw all reserved caution into the wind and go with the flow, which if you don’t, you’ll get left behind. Which is why i’m much more in love with the idea of falling in love than being in love with any other girls. I’m a hopeless romantic, there’s no doubt about it. Anyway anyway, February is a lovely month thus far. So much is happening in February. Among some of the things, Heroes volume four is going to start showing in February (not in Singapore, we’re slow). And then Sims 3 is gonna be released. Omg, i’m so gonna make my cousins with the sims creator. And omg, Sims 3 is coming in February. Well.. i thought i have to say it a second time, lol. There are more stuff happening in February, some i’ll say along the way, some i’m not allowed to say. And oh oh, i’m meeting up with Elizabeth Ling and very fond verily Christian friend of mine. Oh, if anyone is going to talk to me about my friends, please refer to them as Ling or Yin. Coz “Elizabeth” is really not Elizabeth Ling’s name and the single Yin (4, fourth sound for Cantonese pronounciation, the exact same name as my cousin whose daughter is my favorite bundle) is really Yinyin’s name. Don’t use the pet names i give them.. Life of a Professional Bum, Day 188 Ah haha. Chinese new year. Happy chinese new year, everyone. I realize that i didn’t wish my readers any happy christmas or happy new year. Anyway, chinese new year is a good time to go for my runs coz lots of girls would be dressed up prettily to go bai nian (visiting). And every chinese new year’s day, there will be a huge extended family gathering where mostly everyone would turn up. This year’s chinese new year’s day is pretty good, atleast the marrigaeable age girl cousins are dressed sexily. It also makes me note that the older cousins don’t dress sexily and it also makes me realize that these cousins are probably not gonna be sexy forever. Ah.. life is not always a streak of good things for lbandit, lol. Oh, i think i also should probably mention this. Sometimes, i can’t help but feel that people feel that dearie cousin’s brother is being bullied or something. Especially so when dearie cousin gives me one of those disgusted look when i make some of my professional bum suggestions to her brother. Anyway, to dearie cousin’s brother: i dedicate this post to you in sincere thankfulness and gratitude, for buying and lending me the complete series of Friends seasons and for queueing up for Lim Chee Guan bak gua (bbq pork) from 9am to 4pm. Anyway, for some reason, some people, like my friend i met on thursday, like to think that i’m a professional bum because i couldn’t find a job, rather than i didn’t bother to find a job. Seriously, i don’t have very high expectations and i’m so used to filling for underpaid vacancies, i don’t think it should be difficult for me to find a job when i need to. And yes, i’m way past my 1/2 year break. Hell, i figure i’ll go for a full year. Omg. Anyway, cow year; hmm.. i need some spiffy steak; makes me think about the two marriageable age girl cousins. And chinese new year’s days, i think for lack of conversation topics, tend to be a day where people are prompted to get marreid. The most convenient excuse given by them two girls are that some of the older cousins, eg. me, have not gotten married yet. They want to wait in line. What bullshit. Like us being married or not have anything to do with them getting married. Anyway anyway, for the off-thinking that some peeps might be crazy enough to wait for me to get married first, well.. don’t. You’ll never get married in a long time if you wait for me. Like Sims, i think we can classify plans into short term, intermediate and long term. Let’s just say, my long term plan involves not having getting-married as a short term plan. And of course, don’t ask me what my long term plans are. You, whoever you are, will probably not find out. Especially so if it’s done by plain direct questions. And it probably has more to do with how drunk i am than how close you’re to me. Sad Friends Ok, i’m halfway through disc one of season five of Friends. A comedy with some seriously sad underpinnings. Phoebe gave birth to the triplets, which also meant giving up, giving back, the babies to her brother. Really sad loh. I would’ve cried if it weren’t morning. Then there was Ross and Emily, Ross’s new wife from season four. Emily agreed to patch things up with Ross and move in to New York from London only if Ross promises to never see Rachel again. Sooo sad. I cannot imagine what i would do if a girlfriend or wife asks me to never see anyone again. And big sis is migrating. Haiz. I is sad : ( Friends Season 4, finished at last Yay. I just completed Friends season four. Omg, the season is absolutely fabulous. Omg, i’m so gonna marry them all. Phoebe carrying her brother’s triplets for him, Chandler and Monica hooking up, that Christmas song which Phoebe sang for her friends is also in that season, and Ross and Rachael.. Oh my.. Poor Rachael, flying all the way to London to ruin the wedding only to end up saying “Congratulations”, it was really as the audience said, “Aww”. I’ll try embedding the song from youtube. But the last time i tried, it didn’t work. So if the embedding failed, you can click on the link i’m providing to go look at the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OY1xxhlq4RU Update: Stole some lyrics for you. Went to the store, sat on Santa’s lap Asked him to bring my friends, all kinds of crap Said all you need is to write them a song They haven’t heard it yet, so don’t try to sing along No, don’t sing along Monica, Monica, have a happy Hanukkah So Santa Claus, he said hello to Ross And please tell Joey, Christmas will be snowwwwwy And Rachel and Chandler, how do you…. let it go Pi Marriage Remember i talked about Pi Marriage on a post some time back? Turns out that the Pi Wedding took place at 1pm. Which is all good until you realize that 1pm was pst time. Which was like 5am in singapore. Which is like, woah so early. Mum’s going to suspect that i didn’t sleep again. So it was, true to my promise to be there, i woke at 0445, after going to bed at 0200 that is, to log in to Pi Story to attend the wedding. And to think that i had to make cny cookies for the whole day after that, i was really tired after all that later that night. Anyway, i got the groom to send me a screen shot of the wedding. I was off center, so my screenshot couldn’t quite make it. The screenshot was made by the bride, SerenaMia; you can see the name on the bottom left. Anyway, two couples were getting married on Pi that day, SerenaMia with Panonslay and claudia506 with Chikito. Congratz : D I’ve no idea why people like numbers on their names. It feels so serialized. Imagine, lbandit1289. It wouldn’t cut it. There’s only one lbandit and there’s no need to attach a number to it. Click on the picture to see the large version of it. Can you find me? You won’t be able to see my character as there’s a crowd. Anyway, if you need help finding my name in the screenshot, i’m seated near the girls LadyMelody and Pleut. Lbandit Monday The cousin came early today to Serangoon Central for some McDonalds breakfast with me before heading back to my home for some gaming session before heading out to meet up with a couple other cousins and auntie for dinner and food. He had left with me his complete series of Friends which he bought recently. Woot. Ok, i’m not free for any engagements for the next few days. Alas, but i’ve already promised to meet a friend this Thursday in Chinatown. Because of the complexity of the er.. associations, and the possibility of some other friends whom i assume does not read my blog, but may read and who are not in best terms with this friend of mine,  i shall not say who this friend is. Let’s just say, she’s more complicated than Bubble Tea Girl in term of associations. Things that i need i need to do and do them quickly would be to buy new year clothes and probably get a new haircut for the new year too. Time is running out for me. Already, i missed my run today, which i hope to make up by doing two cardio sessions tomorrow, with a morning swim followed by an evening run. Argh.. i hope i don’t become too lazy. Five sessions a week until after new year’s week. Ok, gotta go. Sosu Dreamed of snow Oo, had another weird dream today. The dream sequence was too jerky for me to make much sense of. The girl beside me was sometimes littler cousin, sometimes dearie cousin and sometimes yinyin. Anyway, in one of the scenes, i was walking beside this dearie cousin/yinyin, i’ve no idea which, and then it started to snow. Omg, it snowed in my dream. I love falling snow. The good thing about dreams is that snow is exactly like what i would imagine. Light, feathery, cold. So it was, i would put my hands out, palm facing the sky, to collect some snow. After collecting some snow on my palm, i would then lick it off my palm. The girl beside me which seem like dearie cousin would say, “Ee gum wat de ge.“, which sounds more like something that yinyin would say. Dearie cousin doesn’t speak cantonese with me. Anyway, it started snowing more and more and i produced a glass from i don’t know where to collect some snow. The snow in my glass melted and i drank some of it. And then after that, the snow gave way into heavy pouring rain. And then we were heading back (to i don’t know where) because it was raining. It was about then that my auntie tried to call me on my handhpone and i woke up. Oh well.. time to go make more cny cookies. Of abstinence I was chatting with a friend some time ago, and she told me that she was going for an overseas trip (vacation) for two days (one night) with her boyfriend. Being a helpful friend, i reminded her to bring some condoms. To which she replied that condoms was the least of her concerns since she was a traditional girl and that the boyfriend was a rather decent guy. Hmm, i’m beginning to think that when you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it all. These seems to be always the reasons people give. In summary she’s relying on abstinence. Now, that i have much to talk about. In fact, i have so much to diss on abstinence that i have no idea where to begin. Anyway, if one were to view abstinence and carrying condoms as independent methods of protection, then one can conclude that there’s some sort of a buffer with condoms in the event of failure. Let’s say the condoms are broken and one’s so fortunate to notice it, then they could say, “Oh, it’s broken, that’s too bad. We’ll wait for another time.”. Say in the event of abstinence failing, well.. it works or it fails, there’s no buffer at all. In fact, one could say that abstinence works until it fails. And abstinence failing is usually due to the workings of passion. And when abstinence fails, in the midst of passionate heat, and there are no handy condoms in the handbag, then the boy/girl would run out to the nearest seven eleven to get some? Yeah right.. only a fool would believe that would happen. Remember, the keyword is in the midst of passionate heat. A person could pour everything out from the handbag to grab for the packet, but running out into the streets to find a seven eleven? I know i won’t do something so troublesome. Why can’t people practice abstinence and carry condoms, at the same time, as a fall back plan? Perhaps the key to understanding why so many lives are continuously altered by abstinence failing is that people tend to overestimate the strength of their own will. And to think that my friend, according to her, doesn’t know why she’s been doing the things she’s been doing or what she’s been doing; it’s reasonable to be dubious as to why there would be a sudden clarity of thoughts when she’s alone, in a room with him, in a place far away from home and restrictions, and probably with the resolve wearied by travel and sight seeing, and romance tingling in the air, perhaps because it’s a special day. But of course, if she doesn’t know what she’s doing, then in a way, it’s kind of reasonable.. I guess there’s not much i could do to encourage my friend on the precautions of carrying condoms. I mean like, the packets of rubber would make for a very weird gift for a friend to give.Though i could imagine giving them to my daughter or sister if i had any. Hell, i would even give condoms to my girlfriend or wife if she were going on a trip with some guy. Of course, that would depend on the comfort level of discussing sexuality with my one true love. Ah.. enough of this topic, Sosu Of Pi Marriage and Of Ticket Stubs Talk about weirdness. This Pi Story game that i’ve been playing, has this thing called Pi-marriage where two game characters get together with a bunch of friends and get married. Anyway, one of the players i’ve been talking to in game was gonna get married this Friday, and i’m invited to the wedding, lol. Talk about role playing games.. this looks way out of my league. Not that i won’t have tried to get Pi-married to one of the japanese girls online, lol. The thing is, Friday on Pi time should be around Saturday in sg. Which kind of presents a problem itself since i’ve been tasked to make new year cookies on Saturday. Omg.. what should i do? I couldn’t possibly turn down the invitation and not show up right? Anyway, i was putting my wallets on my table when a ticket stub that was giaped inside the card wallet fell out. I took a look at the ticket stub; it was a ticket for the movie Money No Enough 2, dated 4th Aug 2008. I’ve no idea how the ticket stub got stuck in the card wallet for so long. Anyway, the ticket stub served as a reminder to another event. 4th August 2008, the day i kicked my foot into the escalator step and got eight stitches on my toe. My virgin stitches. And eight of them at that. Maybe i should frame up the ticket stub. Lbandit Daily I wanted to blog. But after my run, i wanted to watch a movie and after the movie, now, i’m so very tired. It’s like even taking breathes are a chore. Even during my run just now, i was feeling like i was going to fall unconscious anytime. I think my sleep deficit is catching up with me. I really need some proper sleep or finally die as i’m pretty much due last year according to my own prediction. Anyway, before i go to sleep, and hopefully dream about some japanese girls and the like, i thought i’ll talk about my recent cravings list which i posted some days ago. Missing from the list is chocolate espresso. Well, i kind of forgotten about it. The craving has not been satisfied yet, but it kind of diminished as i’m repeatedly met with disappointment with the various chocolate drinks i tried. I guess i would have to melt some chocolate liquer to make the espresso myself or find a really highly specialized chocolate shop that serves drinks, which i have no idea where to begin looking for. Ok zzZZ now, Sosu Sliding down I hadn’t played any magic the gathering tourney in weeks. I don’t even read online articles about the game anymore. I’m subscribed to the rules mailing list for the game and i had checked my email in.. i don’t know how long i hadn’t checked my email. Let’s just say, the number on my junk folder scares me a little. But i want to play a couple magic tourneys. Though not because i am as enthusiatic about the game as i once used to be. It’s because i hate to lose friends just by quitting a game. When i hear that people have been asking where i’ve been, since i don’t turn up for any tourneys anymore, it kind of strikes a chord. I mean like, there are people in the world who would actually care enough to find out what i’ve been up to. Then again, most of them don’t read my blog. So they would hardly know what i’ve been up to. Maybe i should stop blogging and such. Maybe then friends and cousins would actually talk to me and ask me what i’ve been up to. Oh well. Meaning of life Humph. Pi Story is acting up on me. I’m having such terrible lag that it is no longer possible to play. Anyway, one of the cousins came over and we played Dota, along with my brother, for some ten hours straight. We’re pretty hardcore, lol. Ok, so that pretty much sums up the entire day and i have no idea what else to talk about. Now suddenly, without Pi Story, there seems to be nothing to do at night. Suddenly, life has this huge amount of spare time, especially when i’m a professional bum and i have absolutely no idea what to do with it. What’s the meaning of life, if indeed it has any. It’s funny. I remember saying i understood the meaning of life and some guy came saying like i was way over the top of my head and didn’t know what i was talking about. If life was meaningless, that is, without any inherent meaning, then it’s not very difficult to understand the meaning of life, or the meaninglessness of it. What happens is that people tend to confuse “finding the meaning of life” with “finding meaning in life“. While life might not have any inherent meaning to it, that does not mean that we cannot find it to be meaningful. We most certainly can find purpose with our lives, orfind purpose by virtue of simply being alive. And perhaps it is why life is so difficult. We have to find meaning in meaningless lives. Which i guess is one of the many reasons why people turn to religion. Religion provides for a set purpose, a defined meaning in life. Like, to be one with god, to go to heaven, to gain enlightenment, and so on and so forth. Oh well.. this post is becoming too non-infantile. Sosu Lbandit Daily The auntie got us out for dinner and stuff. The usual where-to-eat question pops up and me having had some rather unsatisfactory attempt at sambal stingray in KL suggested a place that had it and would be relatively close to home. So it was, i kept trumpeting, “Chomp Chomp, Chomp Chomp.” The itinerary was to eat dinner at Chomp Chomp before heading off to Ice Cube for ice cream. Anyway, some time during dinner, the table beside us cleared and made way to two chinese girls. Apparently one of them, the drop dead gorgeous looking one, was verily banana. Outside yellow, inside white. She doesn’t even have sgd that wasn’t in fifty dollar notes. Oosh, let me show ya around singapore, ya? Anyway, they ordered a large mug of sugar cane juice each and the pretty girl asked her dinner partner whether the drinks were six dollars each. Omg. She expected to pay six dollars for a mug of sugar cane juice. Definitely not very Singaporean i would say. Eavesdropped a little on their conversation. Not our business to know or care, so i wouldn’t mention it here. Hmm, that’s about all. Sosu Of funerals Last Saturday, 3rd Jan 2009, while i was still in KL, i wrote a post. In it was these couple lines, “Lulz, weddings really do bring people together. Though sadly, so does funerals.“. And then i was blog hopping to Miss Xinyun’s blog not many seconds ago, and i read about reunion at funeral. “We were re-united or had a reunion, at a non-joyous occasion and truly, wrong place and time…“, she said. It always strike me as.. i don’t even know the word for it. It’s a mixture of dejavu and pleasant surprise and the awesomness of how coincidental and unlikely things do happen. Kind of like when Bubble Tea Girl mentioned about us sitting in KLCC for coffee, coming in from various parts of the world several years after graduation. So yeah, i wrote something about funerals bring people together and i read something similarly thought, written by someone else. That’s what caught my attention to her post. Sad though it may be, funerals do bring people together. Old acquaintances and long lost cousins start turning up, contacts are exchanged and promises to keep in touch are made. Some promises are forgotten, but there are also those who really do keep in touch after. The very occassion itself reminds us that life is too precious to waste on procrastination. Sigh. Of “the one” “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you gonna get.” Forrest Gump. “The trick is how to be happy when you’ve gotten what you’re getting.” Lbandit. Someone told me recently that she thinks she has found the one. Whatever “The One” is, i assume it means the right one or someone whom she could spend the rest of her life with. Obtw, the one is not me, if anyone is wondering. Anyway, if she found the one, then it’s a good thing for her. But like all people, she is apprehensive about it. Who wouldn’t be, with regards to the “spend the rest of your life with.”. Among her apprehension, she mentioned that she hadn’t known the guy for very long. I would say that one should bear in mind that not-long, short, quick, are all terms of relativity. “What if this wasn’t really the one?”, she asked. The thing is, don’t people always go into a relationship thinking “this one is the one?”. I believe that everyone that you form a relationship with, is the one at that point of time. If someone said he/she is going into a relationship with a person who’s “definitely not the one”, then instead of being a relationship of commitment, it would be a relationship of convenience. Not that a relationship of conveniences are a bad thing, if you asked me. All in all, that’s the whole point of bgr dating (or bbr/ggr/variations-to-the-infinity if you will) is it not. To find out, over time and interaction, whether that person is suitable (the one) or not. Getting a boyfriend/girlfriend is not synonymous with getting married. That’s about where we should pigeon dating into. A commitment to convenience. Ok, that’s a little too abstract, nevermind. Sosu Of Cinderella Just came back from Cinderella. Quite a nice show i would say. I especially loved the beautiful pumpkin carriage. When Cinderella boarded the pumpkin carriage to the castle, the next scene was inside the castle at the ballroom with Cinderella coming down the stairs. I was kind of disappointed that i they didn’t show Cinderella alighting from the carriage. Turns out that at the end of the musical, Cinderella came out in the pumpkin carriage. They even had golden steps for her to alight with. Gosh, absolutely fabulous, absolutely loved it. At one point, the step sisters were singing about why guys don’t choose ugly girls and all. Kind of funky fast paced song. I think i’ll like to hear it again, lol. But i didn’t get the cd : ( And my sincere thanks to dearie cousin for the treat. Some expensive tickets they were : ) Thanks. Of weeds Once more, as i was watering my plants and weeds this morning, i came to a pot that used to contain some beautiful weed. I was about to pour water into the pot when i noticed that the pot was totally bare. The whole weed was gone. I asked my mum where had the weed gone, as if it might have sprouted legs and ran away. Mum doesn’t know. Second brother probably doesn’t care about such things. So i’m left with only one person who would waltz into the house and murder my weeds, my married eldest brother. What the hell !! What the hell did he do that for? How can he come in here and kill my plants, even if they’re weeds, the weeds that i so lovingly water almost daily before i left for KL. What if one day i bought some lemon grass to plant in my pot? The very same weed that flew in from the sky and grew healthily in my pot before my brother pulled and binned it. There used to be a little bird who would come to eat the little flowers growing on my little weed. Now.. weed gone, flowers gone, bird gone. Humph, and big sis is migrating to Australia. I is sad : ( Back to making lists again Gah.. i’m so tired after the my. The long break from exercises has taken a large omph out of me. Fortunately, i can still do 4.5 pullups. Hopefully i would be able to pass my RT by the time it starts in march. Coz i think if i do two phases of RT, i might run out of time to complete the RT within my window and be considered as a RT defaulter. I’ve not checked my email, and i bet there must be quite alot of people who are waiting for me to send them the photographs i’ve taken in KL. Oh well.. say hello to the master procrastinator. Ok, my brain is not in the mood for posts. I’ll go back to marking dates which i must not forget. Tomorrow, Cinderella, meet at Cityhall at 1830 17 Jan, make new year cookies, there are two other days which i have to make cookies. Some day i don’t know which, fetch cousin from airport 31 Jan, meet EL and VFVCF if there’s no activation 01 Feb, new year dinner Once again, i beg of anyone and everyone, if i forgot something or anything, please remind me. I call them cookies. But they are not cookies. Obtw, huge craving for Bueno going on here. I’ll marry whoever buys me some. Oh, did i mention that Bubble Tea Girl mentioned that she might be coming down to SG for work or something. Omg, i hope she doesn’t come. It’s scary.. the thought of me wooing girls.. But i digressed. Let’s continue with lists. Cravings. - Japanese food as always - Bueno, i need a mountain of Bueno - Home prepared soba - Hard bread with butter - Sweetbreads - Laksa - Toasted sandwich with lots of eggs, lots of bacon and lots of ham - Ginger vinegar - Pig’s trotter, preferably Pig’s trotter in ginger vinegar to strike two of the list - As always, some good rare beef. Yum. All feasts must come to an end, or so the saying goes Big sis and her hubby came to meet us yesterday. After that, Bubble Tea Girl came to meet us. And today, Helen came after work to send second sis off at the airport. Now i’m back home, tired, less rich and kind of sad. Yeah, LB is sad. Here’s what happened. Big sis came to meet up for lunch at Little Penang Kafe (nice place to lunch if you’re there) in KLCC. Big sis and second sis were chatting in Cantonese, and determined not to let Ming Kor Kor, the newly-wifed hubby, feel left out; i attempted to engage him in conversation in English. I’m not sure what we were talking about but it eventually led to Ming Kor Kor talking about their plans to migrate to Australia, with their immigration documents in process for around a year already. I know they would like to keep their migration plans a secret and all and that there is a high possibility of people, whom they like to keep the plans a secret from, hopping onto this blog, and thus reading this, from the url i’ve got in my face book profile. But i really need to talk about this, so.. sorry big sis. Anyway, i was kind of happy for them after hearing the news. Here was a young couple who had plans, knew what they want, what they were doing and where their road was taking them to. Quite unlike LB, who doesn’t know where his road would bring him to. Obtw, the person whom i call big sis is younger than me, i’ve mentioned it before. They are a sweet young couple of around Yvonne’s age. *cyber nudge* After that, Bubble Tea Girl came to join us for coffee and also to return me the two boxes of dodol which i purposely-accidentally left behind in her car when we last sat in it. LB is cunning like that. How to get a girl to come to meet you? Leave something behind in her car or house. I should write a book on How To “Accidentally” Fall In Love. Anyway, during coffee, Bubble Tea Girl said something, commenting on how miraculously-fateful destiny was, or something to that effect after being extrapolated by LB, that after graduating in different semesters, five years later, we would be sitting in a coffee place in KLCC sipping different beverages, with representatives from Hong Kong and Singapore no less. It was certainly not an easy to achieve rendezvous, made possible by big sis’s wedding. And that got me thinking very suddenly. I realized that, that was the last time i would be seeing big sis for a very very long time. That if and when she migrates to Australia, it would mean that i could no longer make weekend trips up to KL to visit her. Even i don’t do that now, when she’s still in KL, there’s still that assurance that i could if i wanted to. But with her in Australia, all that is no longer possible with the air tickets being so much more expensive than a coach ride into KL. And that made me very sad. I cannot help but feel the permanence of the goodbye i said to her yesterday. LB is so sad, so sad : ( Sunday in KL Miss WYee’s boyfriend offered to fetch us to the new hotel this morning. Which meant i get to see Miss WYee one more time before i leave KL. Woot. We went for lunch together eating some beef noodles, Miss WYee’s boyfriend paid. Anyway, during lunch, the topic of shopping came up. Turns out that Miss WYee’s boyfriend is a little like me, as in he doesn’t shop and as a result doesn’t buy clothes and wears his clothes until it’s quite worn out. Yinyin asked him how he has any clothes to wear if he doesn’t shop for them and he points at Miss WYee and says: all my clothes are bought by her. It’s really sweet to have a girlfriend who would buy clothes for you, me thinks. After lunch, the couple sent us to a shopping center before heading off themselves. It was lots of walking around at Pavillion, Times Square and some shopping center which name i never found out. After that, it was connecting MRT trains to head back to the hotel. Ok, short post, maybe more tomorrow. Big sis’s wedding dinner aftermath The wedding dinner’s over. Yinyin looked absolutely stunning with her hair done up, makeup, dress, necklace and all. I didn’t go for the after party as i was feeling kind of lazy. Though i think alcohol would do me good. I really feel like imbibing copious amounts of alcohol at the moment. Something occured to me earlier at the dinner just now; people who have alot of secrets to keep cannot afford to be drunk. Which i guess might be the reason why some people are so afraid of getting drunk from alcohol. They know they have untellable secrets which they might blurb out in a state of intoxication. Anyway anyway, the prettiest at the table was not Yinyin though. It was Miss WYee. But then again, Miss WYee has always looked beautiful quite naturally. Though my eyes were not on her much as she was very much attached to the guy seated next to her. My eyes wandered frequently to the next table. Someone also pretty and also from Gippy, but never got round to making friends with. Oh well.. Our table was unfortunate enough to be attended by a newbie waiter who never kept our cups full, didn’t know how to debone a fish, and didn’t know that the sharks fin had to be mixed into the the soup before being served into individual dishes. Anyway, at the wedding dinner, the mc showed a presentation slide show made by the groom. In one part of the presentation, it mentioned how the groom met the bride. The whole story goes like this: Karen and big sis are housemates. Karen has a car but not the license to drive it. Karen holds a bbq party, the groom is invited to attend. She gets big sis to fetch the groom with her car. And that’s the story of how the groom met big sis (the bride). Then they gave Karen a Coach wrist bag. Two things i’m thinking. One, is sworn cousin and fred going to get me and dearie cousin something valuable, if and when they get married? Maybe a big fat angbao, lol. Two, big sis story is classified as accidentally falling in love by lbandit. And that is so sweet loh. I wanna to accidentally fall in love with a girl too. Of KL day one until now Ah.. the good thing about travelling with overworked friends is that you can hop onto the bandwagon and use their laptops for the expensive hotel’s Internet access which they’re willing to pay for doing work. So here i am. blogging on my friend’s laptop while she gets her hair done in the hotel’s saloon. They’re not one to pull punches when it comes to spending, lol. Big sis’s wedding is like a little reunion for the some of the Gippy peeps. Lulz, weddings really do bring people together. Though sadly, so does funerals. Anyway, the traffic was slow on the journey to KL and it was almost nine when we arrived at KL. One of big sis’s friends came to fetch us to her house, where a buffet was going on. It’s like a primer to the wedding dinner, lol. Anyway, i sat at one of the tables with second sis, waiting for Helen and Karen to arrive. We were joined by several of big sis’s friends. One of the girls, whom i’ve never met before seemed pretty friendly and was not beyond being inclusive with strangers in chatty banter. So much so that peeps thought that we had met before. Even i thought that we had met before and forgotten about it, lol. Anyway, the most peculiar thing was that she has the same name as Autumn Wind. Which’s the same name as Elizabeth Ling’s niece before she changed her name. Omg, so many Hui Tings in the world. We arrived at big sis’s house before Helen did. Bubble Tea Girl was fetching Helen and when the conversation talked a little about them, and someone would ask who Bubble Tea Girl (the actual name, not the alias i’m using in this blog) was, second sis would think a little while, realise that i was sitting beside her and say, “Ask him lah.”. The funny thing was that big sis did the exact think-a-little before realizing that i was near and would say the exact same, ”Ask him lah.” all without any collaboration. That kind of set the tone for me and Bubble Tea Girl jokes all through the night, lol. Anyway, Bubble Tea Girl being really nice, fetched us all around for the earlier part of the today. One thing to note is that you should never say to Malaysians that you want to eat roti prata if you want to eat a gosong prata or even an egg prata. Coz i tried it today, and someone ordered Roti Planta for me. Roti Planta is Roti Chenai (gosong prata) with the Planta margarine on it. Yeah, prata, planta, they all sound the same. Thing is, i’ve encountered this sort of misunderstanding before. Still i make the same mistake. Sigh, don’t i ever learn. Ok, i’ll go take a 1/2 hour nap before showering and go to the ballroom early. Maybe some after party drinking later, after the dinner. Not sure if i would get Internet access any time soon again. Sosu Of KL trip Ah.. off to KL today for big sis’s wedding. The thing that comes to mind is the ang bao. How much to give, in ringgit, as a professional bum. The amounts i intend to give in sgd, when converted to ringgit is hard an auspicious number. What the hell. And the thing is, i hadn’t changed any money for ringgit. I’ll be travelling to KL with what residual money from previous trips by mum and me. I’m depending alot on second sis returning me ringgit for items i paid for. Yes, second sis. I don’t know why she wants to be so mafan, but she bought a return ticket to sg. In a couple hours, i’ll be making my way to the airport to fetch her before quickly making our way to harborfront center to board our coach to KL. Home to airport, airport to harborfront center, omg, the trip. And i made a trip to the airport yesterday night to send my cousin off. Someone please kill me. Fetching sounds so wierd when i do not have a car. Ok, i think i better talk about somewhat about my itinerary for there might be peeps thinking why i’m staying in KL for so many days for a wedding dinner which spans only one night. First of all, i don’t think there’ll be any sex for me. Or atleast i’m going with a mind that i should not get any. Kind of monastic in thinking and quite unlike what i would be expected to be expecting huh? Well, the peeps i’m meeting there are all the kind of friends i do not wish to have complicated fb relationships with. Life is as complicated as it is, weaving a more sophisticated web is not going to help. For the uninitiated, fb does not acronym facebook. Gosh, read more. Anyway, it’s not like not-getting-laid is anything new. Oh.. poor me. Oh well, i’ve still not watched that movie titled 40 Year Old Virgin. I guess i’ll watch it in 10 years time. Nuuuuuuuuu… Anyway, the coach will reach KL at close to eight plus this evening and we’ll be taking a cab to the hotel where big sis would be having the wedding dinner at to meet up with Helen, a name not many readers on this blog would know, nevermind, and hopefully together with Bubble Tea Girl and head off for dinner. I’ve no idea what happens on the next day, i assume i would be in the bride’s home together with the sisters party waiting for the groom to come knocking, lulz. Well, i know both the bride and groom, but i’m closer friends with the bride, and it was the bride who invited me. Oosh, sisters party, i’m so excited. Sunday we’ll be checking out of the hotel to move on to a cheaper hotel and also one that is closer to where we’ll board the coach back to sg. Probably some shopping in KLCC on Sunday and come Monday, i”ve no idea what to do. Maybe some local day tour or something. If not, i’ll play Pi Story from the hotel for the whole day, lulz. Hadn’t seen the jap girl around much since the festive week. By Tuesday i hope to finish reading my book I’m a Cat which i’ve started reading at the begining of the year. It’s taking way too long. Omg… this is the bit i hadn’t thought about and it suddenly occured to me. Am i going to be sending second sis off at the airport? And i thought picking up littler cousin in Bishan to go for kbox in Ang Mo Kio was a chore.. Oh well, Sosu Of sighing It’s a fortunate thing that few who meet up with me notice my recent distracted mode of life where i zone out into another universe in the presence of people right in front of me. Or if they did notice, they made no mention of it. It’s fortunate in that at least people are not getting worried about it. Or even worse, they start asking me what i was thinking about. Which i think is quite a futile question. People who know me at all should know that the things i don’t normally talk about, cannot be arrived at by simple, direct questions. Which are the things i normally think about when i zone out at an unusual frequency. The way to plumb such information out of me would be to make a guess at what i’m thinking about and approach at a tangent and curving into the epicenter via conversation and perhaps even alcohol or caffeine. Alas, i should be wary of such a person, for i could hold no secrets from one thus artful. But it would be nice to have a girlfriend capable of mazing through my thoughts, lol. Scary, but nice. Anyway, i sometimes feel rather helpless like i’m a little boat in a rough sea, pushed and tossed, floating to the whims and mercy of a violent storm. The incapability of doing anything to the scourge of incoming tide makes me feel utterly helpless. Times like this, i have little option other than to heave a great sigh. Under such helplessness, i like the sigh though. I think it has to do with the relaxation of muscles by deep exhalation, preceded by a sharp intake of air, giving a sudden fluctuation of oxygen to the brain, clearing the mind of troubles and burden. Even if only for that five seconds, lol. *Sigh* Of bbq I was on Pi Story yesterday (everyday) and in the middle of the game, i told the group i was partying with that i needed to go out. One of the party members, a girl, singaporean, seventeen year old too, amidst the goodbyes asked if i was going to Vivocity. That was a most strange thing to ask me, i thought. Immediately, i thought of the guys who normally play magic tourneys on Wednesday nights in the clubhouse of one of the condominiums near Vivocity. I wondered how the girl knew or even if she knew, how she remembered that i have, or used to have rather, magic tourneys on Wednesdays. It was only after a while that i realized that yesterday was also the eve of new year and that there might be some count down going on at Vivocity. Lulz. The bbq yesterday was good. I would say that i’m not used to bbqs where one person, or a couple persons, cooks the stuff for the entire group. Back with the family, it was everyone for themselves and cooking space on the grill was precious commodity that money could not buy and even age could not get priority. It was a strictly first come first serve basis. In fact, the value of cooking space on the grill so much out values the value of standing space beside the pit, one doesn’t even need to be standing near the pit to have food cooking on the grill. Anyway, so it was rather hard for me to explain when people ask me why i had only pop one bread bun onto the grill. Well, i thought it was be pretty obvious, i was cooking for myself, lulz. Anyway, the spread was quite a large variety. I didn’t take photographs of the food though; i’m too lazy to take photographs these days. I didn’t get to try one of every food, like the stingray and some of the hotdogs. But it was ok, since unlike many others i’ve seen, i don’t get the urge to try everything that’s on the table at least once. Yes, lulz. It’s a new word i picked up in Pi Story. lol -> lols -> lolz -> lulz Of poker cards I’m actually thinking, what the hell would i be doing in KL for four days? But anyhow, since the accommodation already booked, might as well make the best of it. I think i’ll bring my notebook there so that in case they have wireless, i could play Pi Story, lol. Now i’m like bringing my notebook to everywhere i go. I remember once i was travelling with my littler cousin to i don’t know where. During the journey, she took a deck of poker cards out of her bag and asked to play some games with it. Then someone asked her, “Do you bring cards everywhere you go?” And then that kind of fire upped the mother who began by saying that she cannot bring poker cards everywhere and that it would become some sort of a bad habit. -_-” indeed. It was actually bias-ness against poker cards. It didn’t matter what you were playing using the poker cards, the cards by themselves are just bad. Coz i see the littler one bringing all sorts of toy with her on other occassions, including uno cards, and there was nary a nagging. Oo.. i go da pian. Er.. probably too much information anyway. Sosu Of shoes For the past month, i’ve bought new hand phone and new shoes (finally). I ought to take a picture of my shoes, lol. Anyway, Autumn Wind was saying that people seem to start buying stuff only when they’re jobless. Like my other cousin, Pigsticker, he bought his psp and god knows what else when he was jobless too. Dearie cousin said that it’s really because we haven’t got much time to spend the money on ourselves when we were working. Which sounds quite true. But i think the real situation is that people are buying stuff all the time regardless of whether they are jobless or with jobs. It’s just that people tend to focus more on the professional bums who are buying stuff. We’re supposed to be these struggling and straggling guys who cannot afford more than instant noodles daily. Though that’s what i’ve been eating alot, but it doesn’t defeat the point. The taiwan trip and the upcoming KL trip takes huge chunks out of my finances, but at the rate i’m going, i should last a couple more months and hopefully survive this bad turn of economy. Which probably means more of my time spent excessively on Pi Story. Oh well, life sux anyway. Speaking of new shoes, mum asked me just now if they were new shoes. The conversation quickly turned to price which sounded something like the following: Mum, “New shoes ah?” LB, “Ya.” Mum, “Buy from the army ah?” LB, “No lah.” Mum, “Same brand one what.” LB, “No it’s different. This one Asics, that one New Balance.” Mum, “Orr, cheap one lah?” LB, “Ya, it’s quite cheap.” Mum, “Gei sup mun.” (cantonese: few tens of dollars) LB, “Err.. If cheap is gei sup mun then the shoe is considered expensive.” The thing is, i’ve bought all my shoes at that price range.. But i wear them for years. Once i bought a pair of $10 running shoe from the pasar malam (sg’s travelling street market), it didn’t last more than a month. Come to think of it, bak gei mun is also gei sup mun right? Abit more of the tens of dollars only mah. Meet up with poly guys Went out to meet up with a couple poly friends today. Got an sms yesterday about today’s meet up, and it left me wondering why they never seem to choose a place that’s easily accessible by MRT. The other time with another group, it was Beauty World, this time it was Zion Road. Just where the hell was Zion Road. I asked where it was, the reply was that it was opposite Great World City. Which is still not very helpful for the mountain tortise. Which meant that it was another taxi trip for the professional bum. Really, i don’t live like one. Anyway, it was great meeting up with the guys, some i haven’t seen in years, other i hadn’t seen in even more years. Went to McDonalds for coffee, humph. I hate McDonalds, i hate Microsoft but i don’t hate Starbucks. Ok, that last sentence must be pretty obscure, nevermind. Saw some photographs, remember to google for keyword “hugin”, and let’s see if i can remember the name of the sister of one of the guys. Peggy was it? Anyway, anyway, everyone seem to be doing well, i feel like some residue of life waiting to be swept away by the next cleaning truck. There were updates on girlfriends. One claims to be not interested, another claims to be interested but seems to be not very proactive about it. Me? I like dreaming. I’m in love with the idea of falling in love. But to actually fall in love takes effort, effort which i do not wish to invest. Life is just so complicated huh? Anyway, one of ‘em guys had been proactive about it. He met his girlfriend through some sort of event, exchanged email and msn-ed, let me quote, “two times” and asked her out and that was how it all began. Scaredy cat, LB, could never be brave enough.. But the thing is.. attending events to meet girls just doesn’t seem to fall into LB’s hopeless romantic ideal of accidentally falling in love. If i were to attend an event, i would rather attend it because i like to attend the event rather than because i want to meet some girls. This is advice which many peeps have given and even i have given to others. Want a girlfriend/boyfriend? Go find. Can’t wait for them to appear. *sigh* I’ll just continue playing Pi Story. Cya everyone. Sosu After Christmas Ah.. the aftermath of Christmas. And there are those who have to drag themselves back to work today. I sympathize with them. Really i do. I can. I’ve never liked such working days and would’ve taken leave if i were working. Plus, those poor readers who’ve prepared for a lazy day ahead, coming here hoping to read something in the morning only to find me playing Pi Story instead. Lot of activities are piling up and i’m not sure if i could or will remember them all. So i’ll plug a list of dates that i can still remember at the moment. 31 Dec Wed Yvonne’s count down bbq (where ah?) 01 Jan I think my cousin is going back to Europe this day. Maybe sending her off in the morning. 02 Jan to 06 Jan Trip to KL. Big sis getting married. I get to meet Bubble Tea Girl and Yinyin. And of course, big sis too. 08 Jan Cinderella with dearie cousin. Anyone who knows if i’m missing anything, please do tell me. I think i need a personal secretary more than a girlfriend. And.. ya, Elizabeth Ling, you still haven’t meet up with me leh. Why am i like your kryponite? Every time say meet, you’ll sprain your leg lah, sick lah, etc etc. You got my schedule here, fit yourself in. And hor.. no last minute on the day itself ok? Your priority not high enough : P Kidding lah : P Send my regards to very fond verily Christian friend of mine and her two little boys.