I'm As Tall As A Billard Cue
I just reached home. Been out since 7.45am. Haven't been sleeping enough lately. But shall document recent happenings before they lose all clarity and meaning.
So this morning, it's back to NUS with Eric (who secured the moral high ground by virtue of waiting 1 min for me in his car) to attend this political forum on towards an open and inclusive society in Singapore. Occasionally heavily laced with pedantic academic details but mostly enlightening revisiting and revisions, it was a good reviewing of a peculiar kind of historic amnesia. Speakers did the forum justice - Eleanor Wong, Asad Latif, Alfian Sa'at, Alex Au etc but the Q&A session was an utter bore/disappointments. The audience failed to ask pertinent questions - skewing the discussion to an academic discourse instead of positing perky and pointy points.
Couldn't decide what to do when it all ended but happily, we decide to make a threesome, and luckily, Weixiang was around. So it was off to bowl (pretty okay) and my shame and humiliation - pool. I completely suck at it okay. And no matter how Eric attempted to nudge my fingers into a *restable stand* to place the cue on, it just looks weird. To the extent, Weixiang remarked - I think her hands are different from ours...don't you think so? And so shots were way off, if I managed to hit anything correctly at all. But Eric is damn good at it. I figure if I play it well, I'd play all the time. It's really a sport you can look darn cool and professional.
Discovery of the Day (courtesy of Weixiang): I'm as tall as a billard cue. Fine.
Then it was off to PP for food. Shopped a bit and we were looking at furniture and gadgets. I bought two lovely, fluffy pillows which my escorts kindly took on their shoulders (each come in a individual shoulder bag). Tested out chairs and beds and examined this Howard's Storage Space thingy.
Time to go home. But no, when we reached my place, we were only starting to engage animatedly (and intimately :) in a Sex and the City discourse. So the car was parked at my block for the next 2.5hs, during which we talked in the car about Mars and Venus. Discovered some things which I don't know if it's good to know and said some things which I don't know if it's good. But things were goofy and good, till tiredness just crept in and knocked us out. This is what happened when you are immensely sleep deprived. You say and hear things worse than when you are drunk (and I have never been drunk). But whatever it is, we have to live with the consequences, if there's any consequence at all, and whether the consequences are worth ignoring, ignorance or indifference. Can get away with impunity but at the expense of impotency? Still very nice guys, ladies, and very single.
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The night before saw me having unplanned-for dinner at Ma Maison. Long talk, even longer thoughts. Ended it by walking that stretch of road from Bugis to Lavendar again. Once - it was special to me. Then I mourned and commemorated. Third time - it was to exorcise and have a brand new reason to walk that way again. Finally, I see that stretch as no more than familiar past that no longer brings nostalgia. Perhaps, I just find it unsettling that eventually, I always return to walking this stretch with a different someone. Can't we go somewhere else?!
Earlier in the day, Minxiu called to announce he has won tickets to an overnight movie marathon but I can't go. Neither can he. My point: Things always fucking happen when you have no fucking time.
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The essence of the preceding fucking statement is encapsulated in the sudden email announcement that I had to take a test. A written 2.5 h long Current Affairs one to boot. Intensive, extensive preparation...starting from? Called Shinhao for a reality check and half hoping he'd be a little more prickly so that I would be mockingly, sufficiently irritated to cover my anxiety and nervousness. But he was mostly nice so, yucks. We'll see how things go. I still like to have a good future.
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I'm just really pooped lately. Really pooped. Bah. We talked about my conversation with his parents. It was rather funny. He could guess what my reply to them was. They were just finding a nexus, lar. It's okay.
I'm pooped. I wish there's someone 1.8m, with veins and dimples, and smiley, with manly hands to let my mind wander to.
Lee Hsien Loong - I mean I gotta observe him and the Cabinet :)
So this morning, it's back to NUS with Eric (who secured the moral high ground by virtue of waiting 1 min for me in his car) to attend this political forum on towards an open and inclusive society in Singapore. Occasionally heavily laced with pedantic academic details but mostly enlightening revisiting and revisions, it was a good reviewing of a peculiar kind of historic amnesia. Speakers did the forum justice - Eleanor Wong, Asad Latif, Alfian Sa'at, Alex Au etc but the Q&A session was an utter bore/disappointments. The audience failed to ask pertinent questions - skewing the discussion to an academic discourse instead of positing perky and pointy points.
Couldn't decide what to do when it all ended but happily, we decide to make a threesome, and luckily, Weixiang was around. So it was off to bowl (pretty okay) and my shame and humiliation - pool. I completely suck at it okay. And no matter how Eric attempted to nudge my fingers into a *restable stand* to place the cue on, it just looks weird. To the extent, Weixiang remarked - I think her hands are different from ours...don't you think so? And so shots were way off, if I managed to hit anything correctly at all. But Eric is damn good at it. I figure if I play it well, I'd play all the time. It's really a sport you can look darn cool and professional.
Discovery of the Day (courtesy of Weixiang): I'm as tall as a billard cue. Fine.
Then it was off to PP for food. Shopped a bit and we were looking at furniture and gadgets. I bought two lovely, fluffy pillows which my escorts kindly took on their shoulders (each come in a individual shoulder bag). Tested out chairs and beds and examined this Howard's Storage Space thingy.
Time to go home. But no, when we reached my place, we were only starting to engage animatedly (and intimately :) in a Sex and the City discourse. So the car was parked at my block for the next 2.5hs, during which we talked in the car about Mars and Venus. Discovered some things which I don't know if it's good to know and said some things which I don't know if it's good. But things were goofy and good, till tiredness just crept in and knocked us out. This is what happened when you are immensely sleep deprived. You say and hear things worse than when you are drunk (and I have never been drunk). But whatever it is, we have to live with the consequences, if there's any consequence at all, and whether the consequences are worth ignoring, ignorance or indifference. Can get away with impunity but at the expense of impotency? Still very nice guys, ladies, and very single.
*
The night before saw me having unplanned-for dinner at Ma Maison. Long talk, even longer thoughts. Ended it by walking that stretch of road from Bugis to Lavendar again. Once - it was special to me. Then I mourned and commemorated. Third time - it was to exorcise and have a brand new reason to walk that way again. Finally, I see that stretch as no more than familiar past that no longer brings nostalgia. Perhaps, I just find it unsettling that eventually, I always return to walking this stretch with a different someone. Can't we go somewhere else?!
Earlier in the day, Minxiu called to announce he has won tickets to an overnight movie marathon but I can't go. Neither can he. My point: Things always fucking happen when you have no fucking time.
*
The essence of the preceding fucking statement is encapsulated in the sudden email announcement that I had to take a test. A written 2.5 h long Current Affairs one to boot. Intensive, extensive preparation...starting from? Called Shinhao for a reality check and half hoping he'd be a little more prickly so that I would be mockingly, sufficiently irritated to cover my anxiety and nervousness. But he was mostly nice so, yucks. We'll see how things go. I still like to have a good future.
*
I'm just really pooped lately. Really pooped. Bah. We talked about my conversation with his parents. It was rather funny. He could guess what my reply to them was. They were just finding a nexus, lar. It's okay.
I'm pooped. I wish there's someone 1.8m, with veins and dimples, and smiley, with manly hands to let my mind wander to.
Lee Hsien Loong - I mean I gotta observe him and the Cabinet :)
4 Comments:
aiyoh, can invite them in mah. so cham, waste petrol somemore.
who knows, might've been more "fun"... *nudge nudge wink wink*
got waste petrol meh? we only sit and chatted in the car wat. aircon will waste so much petrol?
we had pillows in the car :)
oi you play pool anot? are u good? i want to learn!
Ooh. Pillows.
As long as the car is on, then will use petrol. Wah lau eh. That's why the taxi meter still continues running even at a red light mah.
I do play. I'd like to think I'm decent. Others might disagree. Kiwi is very good.
To MH: cos when a twosome, we don't know what to do with each other mah. it flows better with another around.
Yup, thanks to you, I think it's sexy to be good at pool. why you always smile approvingly one.
To WMX: so how's your sexual ability - are you very good in bed?
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