Saturday Musings

As I write, my dimly lit room is filled with various various ambient noises; the heater-fan whirring in the background, jay chou belting out his song Yi2 Lu4 Xiang4 Bei3 from the initial-D movie. I peer through the blinds the overcast sky greets me. I could jolly well lift the blinds but that would disturb the angel that's on my bed, so I leave it(and risk increasing my myopia). But I love her that much. After an exhausting night, I guess there isn't much point disturbing her beauty sleep as well.

Misleading isn't it? The exhausting night I had was due to sleeping on the floor on my newly bought sleeping bag and the angel in question is my dear sister. After 5 days of sleeping on the same single bed, she's had enough. Complaints include "You fart/snore/have bad breath/take up too much space. Nabeh lah, whole day kaopeh. But then again, she's actually preferred to sleeping on the floor than squeeze with me a couple of times. And who can blame her. It's not as if I'd wanna save space on the bed by spooning.

Spooning- now that's an art form. I haven't had much practice, but I've come to realise that guys have it tough while spooning. The classic position( guy behind girl with 1 arm underneath) is what one might call a tourniquet-in-motion.You hold her with that arm and it feels nice for all of 15 mins. If she falls asleep sooner that you do, you end up cursing and swearing. the arm can't be moved for fear of disturbing said babe-in arms, but at the same time one still wants his arm attached to body. But i guess to be able to hold a loved one like that, I really wouldn't be complaining.

Heading to Melborne in a couple of days time. Can't wait. Been there so many times but I guess it's the feeling of seeing familiar faces that perks me up. My sis deserves better shopping than the places offered by adelaide as well.

I'm that guy

Inspired by mercermachine via mrbrown

I'm the boy that fought off 10 boys in class back in primary 1.Bu4 da3 Bu4 xiang1 shi2, we're good friends that still keep in contact.

I'm the boy who got 8th in class in my 1st semester of Pri 1 and got so much flak for it that I think it still has major repercussions in my life.

I'm the boy who got caught spouting vulgarities by a passing teacher and thought the end of the world was coming.

I'm the awkward teen that would do anything to please.

I'm the teen who found a best friend back in 1993. Maybe it was cos he lived in my opposite block. Cheers Sammy

I'm the guy who had the good fortune to find a platonic best friend back in 2000. We've come a long way,Wen.

I'm the guy who discovered clothes worked for, not against you during my army days. Those early morning runs sure paid off.

I'm the guy who, upon knowing that your boyfriend cheated on you, went to your HDB estate to send you to work and lent you a shoulder to cry on the MRT.

I'm the guy who lost his 1st kiss last year.

I'm the guy who moped around for so long at a could-be relationship that a path of self-destruction was inevitable.

I'm the guy who went to see her, when it should be the other way round, after an exhausting half marathon.

I'm the guy who still thinks the world of her but realises that unrequited love means jack in a world like ours.

I'm the guy who could randomly chat people up in the weirdest of places. Sincereity counts in a day and age like ours.

I'm the guy who made a friend in Melbourne Uni this year by playing the lost/dumb intern.

I'm the guy who tried to put some copper jewellery in a sonicator to restore its shine when some brasso would do. Hey, given a choice ,wouldn't you wanna see if high frequency ultrasound waves could break off the oxide on copper better than plain old brasso? I thought so too, so don't judge.

I'm that guy who is every girl's best friend but can't seem to get a girlfriend of his own.