You know what?

The Proposal is surprisingly hilarious. Quite a delightful light-hearted piece of romantic comedy. Watched it with dearie at Causeway Point yesterday after a slight tiff. Well, just hope that dearie can forgive me ya? I'll be good k? But you were right. That movie's worth watching. Even better with you by my side. =)

After a spontaneous agreement, I met up with Xingle and Wanyee today at town. Was browsing around Kino as it's having 20% promotion now for members. Very tempted to get some books but decided to forgo that idea any way since I still have a whole shelf of books waiting to be read.
And you know what?

Something freaky happened.

I was at the restroom, at one of the urinals when I noticed this guy just came over and used the urinal beside me when there were other urinals around. I mean, it's normal for someone to choose other 'spots' instead. But he didn't! I tried not to look at him and didn't think too much into it, UNTIL...

I saw him staring at me through the mirror!! I was washing my hands and he was staring at me while drying his hands at the hand dryer! If I didn't see wrongly, I think he was smiling too!

Y-U-C-K-S, YUCKS!!!

After dinner at Fish & Co @ Paragon with Xingle and Wanyee, I headed back to Kino and happened to go back to the restroom again when I noticed that the guy's still there!!! After like close to 2 hours?! Was he targetting at different guys? That thought really put me off. I went in, acted normal, just washed my hands and left briskly without even looking back.

This wasn't the only encounter anyway. There were other instances but I'm too disgusted to say further. =.=

But well, that freak encounter didn't really upset my mood in anyway. Had a great time chatting and laughing with the girls, reminiscing those good old days in JC and just sharing some of our personal stories.

And when I got back, it's raining heavily.

So I wrote a poem.

The gentle whispers
Of the falling rain
Brings in memories
Distant and faint
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
Who would have guessed
oh why the weather
So little baby
Listen and keep hush
For nature's singing
A song so lush
May the rain carry
All your troubles away
And may you sleep well
On this rainy day

Off to bed for now. Nights.

Not bad huh?

Last Saturday, went to Aston's Specialities at Suntec with dearie and qiaoyu. Had wanted to try their western delicacies which I heard are super affordably cheap! No wonder the queue was long, but I was surprised the wait wasn't as long as I expected. And indeed, the food's cheap and delicious! They even gave me an extra mashed potato side dish when I claimed that my earlier side dish was not changed. Wah, pretty impressed by their service I must say! Highly recommended.

Earlier part of the day, dearie and qiaoyu went to dearie's cousin's place to learn some makeup techniques. So they insisted to take some photos.



"Not bad huh?"

By the way, that's my latest 口头啴! Hahaha.

In between my two tuition sessions yesterday, I met Daniel for lunch at JP. He was telling me about how depressed he was feeling when the girl he likes flew back to Japan, and how she was attached. He even wrote a letter and song to the girl, BUT did not express his love for her because he finds it inappropriate when she's attached.

To be honest, I find it a bit amusing when he's saying all these. The Daniel Chua I know used to be so kept up in his own academic world. And now hearing his description of his feelings and all that towards a girl he claimed he truly feels for, I find it rather unbelievable. But it seems that dude has grown a bit - to be more normal. Haha. Good for you, dude.

*****

On another note, I am currently looking for more tuition assignments. I find that I really like teaching language, especially Chinese. I am so happy to know that my students are improving! Haha.

Besides that, am also looking for new opportunities in writing and acting. So ya, am on the lookout.

Definitely want to broaden my perspectives man!

Oh ya, and I am back to reading again. After much procrastination, I finally picked up one of my favourite author - Neil Gaiman's American Gods. And it's interesting so far. Still have a couple of books lying on my shelves left untouched man! I am tempted to buy more new books to read, but guess I should finish my current collection first, or the bulk of it.

Ok, that's all for now.

What a lovely place to dine... and take pics!

Last weekend was a long one. Went to Seletar again last Monday with dearie, her sis, qiaoyu and luther. Along the way, discovered a new scenic route...

Don't you think it looks like such a tranquil place?

And of course, the food there is great! It's at Singapore Flying Club, called Sunset Grill. I loved their Caesar Salad especially. Super yummy! So ya, and we took more pics as well... :)

Was a nice evening yeah. =)

When enough is enough.

Ok I'm typing this entry on a blogger editing page which looks pretty deformed in a way. I wonder what's up with the recent hiccups in the editing panel. Whatever.

Anyway, I have come to realise that as much as I am putting in effort to be a real friend, there are some others who are still struggling with the spelling of F-R-I-E-N-D-S-H-I-P. And if they intend to piss me off, whether is it intentional or what, I don't give a damn anymore. Seriously. It's tiring to be a friend when your efforts are gone unappreciated, or rather, taken for granted. And that feeling sucks, really.

People who know me really well should know that friends play an important part in my life, and I am generally tolerant. But when it comes to overly-taking me for granted thinking that I would smile away whatever "anger" that I have, fuck you.

I don't swear usually. But when it does happen, you know I'm not joking anymore. Talking about being selfish. That must be a word you got right for the spelling.

I think I am moving on.

If you were stuck on an island...

Which of these would you rather have?

1)newspaper
2)telephone
3)radio
4)an internet connection

This is one question posed to us during our "Effective Public Relations" module in school yesterday evening.

In my mind, I was actually thinking of the telephone or an internet connection. Not surprisingly, most of the students chose the last option. In fact, according to a survey from our textbook, 69% of people surveyed chose that.

Ok, so I was telling my course mate beside that, "Ya, so they can log on to facebook right!"

And then I added, "Then they'll upload their latest facebook status on their profiles, 'Help! I'm stranded on an island!'"

To which my friend laughed of course.

To come to think of it, the fact that I even considered the telephone or mobile phone must be because I really do appreciate that as a communication tool. I think no amount of words you type can convey as much as hearing the emotions in the voice of a loved-one over the phone. That's probably why sometimes I'd rather call a friend than to sms if I need a chat.

Call me old-fashioned, whatever. I'd rather that the 'human touch' factor is preserved, thank you very much. Having said that, technology is so drowning out that. And it sucks.

*****

On another note, I finally got my stitches removed at TTSH today! And gosh, it was quite painful, even more painful than the operation itself, I think.

But still, I am happy that my fingers are now "free"!

Again, big thanks to my dearie bun for fetching me there!

On the road to recovery! Woohoo!

Dearie's cooking for dinner!

I'm very excited and hungry, because dearie is going to cook one of my favoutite dishes - fried rice, for me! Wah, just eaten nasi lemak which she heated up for me just now for lunch. And now, I'm going to have another meal cooked by her.

Seriously, what more can you expect if you have a girlfriend who can cook(very well in fact)!

As the saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his appetite. At least that's very true for my case. HAHAHA.

Ok, I can already smell the fragrance of the fried rice! Yummy...

Going out soon! =D

The "Write" Opportunity?

Met up with daphne today. She's back from Taiwan, finally! So yup, she agreed to follow me down to the writer's interview thingy at Keong Saik Road, somewhere near Chinatown and Outram.

So well, I waited quite a while before the lady came and talk to me. Initially, I felt a bit clueless cos I did specify in my resume that I do not have past professional writing experience to start off with. So I showed her the website which I published my works at http://www.triond.com/users/nightcharmer and told her I wrote mostly poetry. So she was like blabbering about what they expect is far different from poetry. As if I don't know, duh.

So anyway, she picked an article I wrote. She read this: http://bizcovering.com/employment/tougher-times-call-for-a-tougher-self-how-to-survive-unemployment/

After scanning through, she was like saying my essay needs some "cleaning up". Well, in my mind I was thinking "Of course I know it's by no means perfect la! I writing for leisure only ma!" I did point this fact to her but she was like snobbishly saying she understood too. But she did say there are some merits to what I wrote.

From my writing, she concluded I am a "simple" person, I told her I am pretty straightforward and honest, and she said these qualities showed in my writing. Sure meh?

So, her initial plan was to look for an experienced writer to replace a previous one who just left. While I clearly did not fit the bill, she said the reason I was shortlisted for the interview even though I stated in my resume that I was inexperienced was because she liked my honesty.

I appreciated that. So in the end, she said she would be considering me as a freelance writer, to help cover events if needed, at an ad hoc basis. I thought that would be great. Finally, a platform for me to learn and sharpen my writing skills.

I am by no means fantastic on my writing, as you can see, but I know I'm acquainted with words somehow. :)

Right now, the challenge is to get over the "torture" of typing with one hand(as what I'm doing now)...

And to recover asap!

Guy in distress

It dawned upon me that I have pretty much "squandered" away the year following ORD. I don't think I have done many constructive things. Except for a temp job, my job search then slowed to a crawl. Passion wise, haven't really been honing my skills at the piano, or done more research on writing, etc.

And now when things seemed to be picking up a little, I had to meet with that freak accident that seriously caused a great deal of inconvenience. I can't even hold and flip a book now. And I still have probably a dozen of unread book on my shelves.

To think back, while I was still well and normal, I have been giving in to procrastination, as well as the ever-tormenting train of paranoid thoughts that seem to creep in every now and then, impeding on my natural behaviour and actions that followed.

What I did was to watch in envy on how people I know shower their facebook profiles or blogs with "success" pictures, new car, new jobs, new songs, new happenings, etc.

As much as I hate to admit it, I envy those studying full-time in uni. At least they seem pretty eventful with the line of never-ceasing hall activities and whatever.

While I have definitely passed the stage of wallowing in self-pity, and probably the self-consoling message that I did not choose a wrong path, I began to realise that I did not make full use of this path as yet.

It's probably time to take away the facade that I am a cheerful guy, because under this mask, I know that I am not a happy or contented person...

Current mood: ________

Blessing in disguise?

Recently, after the occurrence of the freak accident, I had several thoughts that seemed to drift across my mind. Firstly, what happened might be a reminder that I should make wise use of my hands to build my future.

Either that, it could also be that I should tap into a passion of mine - to write. I know this might sound absurd, but it could very well be the signs that are telling me that my dreams might just be closer to what I thought.

To illuminate this point, I was actually shortlisted for an interview at a creative design company to be one of their writers. Although I don't have any past experience in writing for professional means, I decided I should give it a go next Monday.

Moreover, I realised that I haven't been practising a passion: piano playing. Now I really miss running my fingers on the keys.

It might so be very true, that my fingers are the keys to my success. Could that be it?

In any case, I'm hoping for a speedy recovery so I can get back on track again.

There are so many things waiting to be done, to be accomplished. At least, I can feel a strong beckoning...

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I thought I should probably blog about this... I mean, I would sooner or later talk about this... but ya.. let me talk about this.. truth is...

I had a freak accident during my first reservist last week...

And I almost lost my fingers!

Ok. Not to exaggerate further. But ya, I chiong-ed during ICT and during the first action-front outfield, somehow my fingers slipped while I was ramming the monkey ramp with my detachment mate, and before I could realise, he shouted that my hand was covered with blood. That was the first time I saw so much of my own blood. Crimson red blood was trickling down profusely.

And I thought it didn't hurt much.

I guess I was too numbed.

My platoon mate all thought I showed an expressionless face. And I even smiled at a photographer who was trying to take a snapshot of my expression when the medics were attending to me. Oh and I added a "twist" to the shot.

I was rushed to Ngee Soon camp medical centre before being "rushed" to Tan Tock Seng hospital to which I thought the wait was more painful than what had happened. Under the accompaniment of one of my sergeants, I waited from 8pm till 4.30am before I was "ushered" to the operation theatre.

In the operation theatre, it looked rather similar to those I saw on tv. Except the surgeons were not standing up and crowding around me. They were sitting down comfortably and were gossiping away and cracking their own private jokes. And throughout the whole operation, I was awake and conscious. A surgeon was saying "sorry" for each anaesthetic jab he gave on my hand. Too apologetic that I thought I had better off be asleep then. And I had more than 10 jabs!

I'm proud to say I didn't drop a single tear. Well, I might have been bored to tears having to wait the entire night but I pulled through.

I'm thankful for that sergeant who accompanied me throughout. I could tell he was really tired but just simply couldn't sleep. Also, almost my entire family plus dearie and her sis rushed down to visit me after hearing about the incident. For once, I felt very loved.

*****

Right now, my fingers are on the road to recovery. Been to the polyclinic a few times to change the dressing and went back to TTSH for review yesterday.

The doctor said the stitches could not be removed yet as it was too early. So I have to wait another week. I was happy that sir Kelvin dropped by with some other sergeants. Thanks guys for the concern. =)

*****

Although it wasn't really much of a big deal(at least that's what my dad thought), it made me see some things in a different light.

For example, Aaron dropped by to visit me one night and bought me dinner. Really appreciated the concern man.


And of course, dearie who was there to "ferry" me to the polyclinic and hospital. Thanks dearie bun. =)

Simon also consoled me a great deal over the phone when he heard about what happened. He thought I should look at the incident in a positive light, that I should be reminded that having braved this, I could face any sort of challenges down the road. Now, that's a pretty good one.

The possible scar would also be testimony of my chivalry/masculinity, eh? =)


And of course, the growing optimist in me still had the mood for these...

Well, to think that I typed this entry single-handedly at a possible speed of 100wpm...

I think I'm such a genius. =D