It's been awhile...

...and here I am, awake on a Saturday morning. Still awake, even though reunion lunch's about 5 hours away. But there's just something that I need to get off my chest.

I had a friend who left us awhile ago. Let's call him X. To be honest, I wasn't very close to him at all, but there were times where we'd have small talks, minor stuff. I probably should be calling him an acquaintance, I guess. Nowadays, when I'm out with friends who were close to him, and they talk about him, I see the glistening in their eyes, and the smile on their faces. I see them animate before my eyes, and it's as if they were in a trance. I must admit that there were some things that I found rather undesirable about him (which I will not mention either), but X also possessed some aura of blissful ignorance that appealed to me.

X wasn't a role-model for the younger generation or anything, but I damn well respect him for his loyalty to his friends. It's a bit too late now, but I sure wish I could tell him what a good job I thought he was doing. You know how there's always that diplomat in your group of friends? You know, the one that always manages to pinpoint anyone who's not having fun, and seeks to rectify that? I could be wrong, but from what I know(which is pretty darn little), I do feel that he was that type of friend. The life of the party. The cheese in the sandwich. The healer of the raid. You get the point.

So, at his wake, one of his ex-girlfriends came down to rain down an almighty havoc upon the grieving. Why would she do that? I will never know. But what I do remember was something about her saying that she never loved him.

Mmm, right.

You know, there are some things in life that you just don't do. Like going out with your friend's ex. Or smearing shit on your own face. I would liken what she had done to the latter.

I just cannot stand looking at her being happy on Facebook now. She shouldn't be allowed this privilege (I don't know why I'm still her friend though. Maybe it's just the kaypoh genes I inherited from my mom.) I know that people tell me that she'll get her "just desserts", but there're times where I just feel that them "desserts" aren't being served. I feel that there is an injustice towards my acquaintance, as he had to pass on, knowing that there was a part in his life where he was genuinely happy, and that his partner was not. Not only that, but she still has the cheek to put up pictures of their happier moments on Facebook. Alongside albums of her and her new squeeze. What an attention whore. And let's not get started on another ex-friend of one of my other friends. Long story short, we hung out with him, talked shit about her, he starts hanging out with her, rats us out, lulz ensues.

What am I going to do about all this? Probably nothing. No one's broken any laws, save the ones about friendship and tact. And that's really tearing me up inside now. Probably not as badly as his buddies, but the feeling's probably mutual, to some degree. I really want to go Gordon Freeman on her with a crowbar, but there're real laws in this country, you know. All anyone can do now about her now is to just ignore her(which I fail at), and just remember the happier times they had with X without her around. Helps a lot, this selective memory thing. Oh yeah, and also, for non-believers, you can always hope and pray to whichever pagan god you worship that she gets hit by a car.

X, happy new year man. I seriously hope they have ang pows wherever you're at.

The finer things in life.

When you see people living it up while you're stuck in your bedroom reading unimportant news stories on the internet, you tend to feel a slight tinge of jealousy. I did, for a split second. That horrible feeling deep in your heart and the many questions that pop up in your head.

But then you sit down and have a cigarette and realize that jealousy only presents itself when you don't bother about the blessings you have. Honestly, if I were any less rational, I would have killed myself right that instant.

Sure, I could go on all day about how much more money they have than me, or how their lives are filled with so many happening parties and stuff, but then again, would I give up the life I have for the life of a cock-gobbling pretentious prick? Probably not. Why? Because I know how much I treasure the things in my life.

It's this rationality that I have that always stops me from whining about how shitty my life is, and man up. Anything shitty in life that happened to me was probably the result of some really shit choices that I made. Sure, some people may be a bit better off than me, but I learn to look at them and laugh. Because none of them will have the awesome life that I lead, or the awesome parents that I have, or the awesome friends who're almost family to me, or the awesome girlfriend that I have all to myself, or my awesome DotA skills. True that.

Gee.

Been a month since my last blog post. Amazing how 4 months can just fly by so quickly. 

Honestly, I still can't bring myself to blog consistently. I would like to think that my posts are like dishes in a swanky French restaurant. You know, like small and bite sized and full of goodness, but I don't think it works that way. 

Not that my life is unventful, mind you. Been spending my time in school and playing Warhammer and stuffing my face together with my personal face-stuffer(who is getting a bit chubby round the edges) and spending money on useless stuff like cigarettes and Transformers.

So you see, it's not that I'm not trying to make my life more colorful. It's just that I don't feel the need to share my happiness with the world. Or something like that. Or maybe it's just like me to blog in little bursts to let off some steam once in a while. With, "a while", referring to somewhere around 3-4 months.

I might blog again soon. Even if I know deep down inside that no one is going to read this. Oh, the irony.  

Life is like a box of... Never mind.

This week has been pretty damn good.

Sunday was chicken and ribs. Which led to a mild bout of indigestion.

Monday was rosti and a curry pork katsu destroyer at City Hall. Which was pretty uncalled for, because...

...Tuesday was Kuishin Bo. Where we were all pretty happy.

Wednesday was dinner at this crap-looking seafood place at Changi Village. Which in the end, was pretty damn good. Well, it had better be, for a 60 dollar meal for 2 people.

Thursday was okay. Not too exciting, but Subway can be an indulgence, can't it?

And I realize that not all lazy, face-stuffing and rude girls look like Roseanne Barr. There're some pretty hot ones too, you know. For the time being, that is. Heh heh heh.

Zombie killing!

Been playing Left 4 Dead for the past few days. It's oh-so-wonderful. Nothing like zombies to brighten up my day. But...

...why are the zombies such good runners? I am not liking fast zombies. Gives you more of a shock than a scare. But oh well, at least I have my trusty shotgun to depend on! BOOM HEADSHOT!

...why are Tanks, especially, so fast? I am about a quarter the size of a tank, and my speed is nowhere near his charge speed. Why so imba, Valve? Why?

...why are Chichi and Bobo always present in every game with AI NPCs that I play? WHY CHICHI AND BOBO WHY?

...why are Witches so adorable? Thin and sharp claws aside, that is. Hurts me deep inside when I shoot them. Unless when it's in the context of gaining achievements. Heh.

...why are some of the AIs so clever? Why can Smokers pull me 'round corners out of sight of my teammates, while I get strangled to death? Why why why?

...why do I bitch so much but still love this game so much? 

I hope Shane forgets that I owe him money for the game, so I can save the cash for Left 5 Dead.

On an ending note,

Kat: Mum, can I have my allowance this month?

Mum: Why holiday you still need allowance?

Kat: Comics to buy, food to eat, girls to go out with, people to kill...

Mum: WHAT?

Kat: Hurhur just give me my allowance please I am in dire need of cash.

Mum: Ok.

LEGENDARY I TELL YOU!

How?

How do people come up with things to blog about so regularly? I can never find it in myself to blog every day. I suppose it has something to do with the lack of excitement in my life. You see,

Going out (not exciting)
Cycling (not exciting)
D&D (not exciting)
Call of Duty (not exciting)
Sleeping (DEFINITELY not exciting)

Well, of course, this is in relation to the mindset of a normal person.

Therefore, with my exams almost over, I've decided that I will make the effort to do more exciting things. Such as,

Going out, with pictures detailing my every action (exciting!)
Cycling, with plenty of scenic photos of my cycling spots (quite exciting)
D&D, with a photo blog of the entire D&D session (boring for you, but exciting for me!)
Call of Duty, with whatever random photos of it I can come up with (not too exciting, but exciting nonetheless)
Sleeping, with pictures of... I dunno? (will work on this, but I guarantee it will be exciting)

Hah! There you have it. I just need to photo-document all my movements and actions, and EXCITEMENTS GALORE!

On a side note, the next person to tell me I am not a genius gets a tight slap. Women not included, because I am a gentleman.

Help me, help you.

I guess it's too late for this, but I realize that I've been living my life wrongly.

It started with the cigarettes, with bits of bad karma strewn here and there. And of course there's the unmentionable evils that I've committed. I really need to find a way to reset my karma meter and not go to hell. And after reading American Virgin, I realize that, "Save Yourself to Save Yourself" is a really good mantra to live by. Adam Chamberlain, I wish I'd known you sooner.

At least it'll be a start when I start bringing Christian to church. Mum and Dad are INSANELY happy that their rebel son even mentioned going to church. Let's just say that if Momo was candidate for "Evangelist of the Year", Mum and Dad would spend at least 3/4 of the monthly household income to call in and vote for her. But in all honesty, I am really looking forward to going back to church.

And of course, there's the element of self-restraint, which I STILL do not have. Yes I checked yesterday, and it's still on holiday. Need to practice it more. Self-restraint=no more unneeded aggressiveness=a calmer, more peaceful me. Yes, this really needs work, I know.

Oh, and on a closing note, you guys REALLY need to listen to the new Diru album. I mean, it'll probably blow your brains out la, but still...