Shooting Stars.....A memory

This was some time ago. 2-3 years back the whole upp clan had a BBQ at east coast park, if memory serves me well it was after a soccer match, AND it was the last day of exams. Needless to say a monumental sum of alcohol was involved, in fact i marinated the chicken wings with Absolut Vodka! Exquisite. Well, the whole thing lasted from around 2pm? to 9pm? Throughout the course of it, much mayhem ensued. A wild dog came around and scared off nirmal, cabi was thrown and rolled about in the sand, etc etc. So while we were all walking back to the bus stop, i think it was bala, i, gomez (i think he was there), raman and a few others decided to test if cabi was drunk or not. So we promptly pointed to a flashing red light in the sky (anti-collision lights on a plane in actual fact) and shouted " EH CABI SHOOTING STAR LA!". His reaction? He promptly looked up and said "where?where?" (it took him quite some time to see that bloody obvious light in the sky.....) And when he finally managed to see it he replied "eh ya lar, shooting star!" And we were all like "WTF!AH!HA!HA!HA! FELLA IS HIGH MAN!" So we decided to try this out on another likely "high" person, suj. So we did the same thing to him and expected him to give us the same reply, unfortunately, this is wat he said (ok shouted to be exact) "SHOOTING MY BUNDE (bunde meaning "ass" in punjabi) STAR! ITS A PLANE!" It was not the expected reply, but it was HILARIOUS as hell! We still managed to deduce that he was "high" after he kept shouting instead of talking and kept on seeing his arch-nemesis gil raj all over the bloody place and wanting to, and i quote, "BREAK HIS FACE!" After that he started shouting at strangers and tried to pick fights. And then there was raman who called me spryt and sean, well sean (sean spryt is actually one person mind you and in this case he suddenly became two people). When we finally reached the bus stop, raman started freaking out about seeing ghosts an all since we were opposite our school, which is a rather famously haunted place. AND THEN bala and i had to take the same bus as cabi and raman, 13, as they were falling the hell asleep all over the place and we felt obligated to make sure that they at least got off at the proper bus stop, although taking this bus meant longer travelling times for us. I end this post now with something my dad always tells me, words of wisdom i tell you
"Drink, but don't get drunk."

Homicidal Tendencies included.......

Another fethed up week where i barely got any decent rest and had to stay up for A WHOLE FARKIN' NIGHT AGAIN! Funny how a group assignment eventually ends up as a solo assignment, FOR ME! 'CAUSE MY FUCKTARD GROUP IS COMPRISED OF DOLTS, LAZY BASTARDS AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT BE PAYING ANY MOTHER-FUCKING ATTENTION IN THEIR CHEE BAI LECTURES AND TUTES! EITHER THAT OR THEY'RE TOO FUCKING "BUSY" TO MEET UP AND DISCUSS THE FUCKING ASSIGNMENT, BUSY WITH WHAT? PA CHIU CHENG AH? NIN NAO HIA.....FUCKING DOLTS THINK THEY'RE THE ONLY BUSY PEOPLE AH? THIS IS UNI DAMN IT, NOT PRIMARY SCHOOL YOU DICKHEADS, OF COURSE YOU'LL BE BUSY! So heres what happend, after a massive breakdown in communications where everyone seems to be soo busy with something, they decided to do whatever they wanted instead of using modern technology such as the phone to communicate and delegate the work efficiently, fuckin' retards. Then for some reason or other they e-mail me whatever they've done and expect me to compile a report from their nonsense. Which turns out to be pure and simple crap. I could have done a much better job than the SHITE they gave me even in my fething sleep which has MOSTLY ELUDED ME for the past 2 weeks. And then there was this one member who seriously warranted a fethin' 12.7mm anti-material round to the balls. I respect the fact that he bothered to meet up with me and try to sort out some parts of the assignment, aside from the small fact that he knew NEXT TO NOTHING about writing a performance report (for those who are wondering, this is an accounting assignment where you need to write up a performance review report for a company) and i had to basically spoon-feed him step by step on how to complete his part of the assignment, what the fuck, i might as well have done everything myself. Which i did have to do in fact. When the rest of the bastards sent me their work only did i realise the full extent of the shit that their incompetence has gotten me into. ALMOST EVERYTHING THEY DID WAS NOT UP TO STANDARD! THEY COULDN'T EVEN FORMAT THE REPORT CORRECTLY! So i had to clean up their shit and basically try to salvage as much of their crap as possible in the hopes of decreasing my monumental workload. I spent 2 bloody nights vetting and re-writing the report, in fact i only finished it half an hour before the due time. And then the dumass mentioned previously turns up and almost fucks up everything while i was about to print it. He tried to combine all the different word docs into a single doc so that he could number the pages easily, but i don't know what the fuck he did and he jumbled up all the tables, figures and paragraphs. FUCKIN' SMART ARSE! Only after forcing him to get the fuck away from the pc and letting me handle the rest did i avoid getting all my hardwork destroyed by that incompetent bastard. He then muttered something about needing to number the pages properly as that was the way reports needed to be done if not marks would be deducted. BIG WORDS FOR SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T DO SHIT! I MEAN IF I DIDN'T BOTHER TO CLEAN UP THEIR MESS THEY WOULD HAVE ALL GOTTEN A FUCKIN' ZERO EACH! Like what a friend of mine once said, "My blood pressure is skyrocketing!" What i would give for a katana now......the word "dismembering" comes deliciously to mind.....Blood....A lot of Blood...And now here is something completely unrelated to this post, for all you folks who are wondering what significance the name has to me, the only way you'll get the full story out of me is if you ask me after a particularly heavy drinking session, only then might i tell you. And i have to say it is a damn good story! (heres the name again, and yes there is no 'w'). Here's a line from one of my "works in progress", the first 2 are already up on monkey man's blog.
"Now we are on different paths, and i make my way towards Restarting."

Prelude.......to the remembrance of Faith

Thank God! After calling up the Dept. of Infrastructure and speaking to my case review officer, i managed to persuade him to let me off just this once! Now i don't have to pay that $158 fine! However things did not go smoothly at first. I had earlier mailed in my appeal against the fine but it had been unsuccessful. I thought that all hope was gone after receiving the reply and the prospect of parting with $158 which could be better spent on my daily expenses over a period of 1 month did not bode well. In fact i resolved to pay up the fine today, so as soon as i got back from class, i went to take the Infringement Notice and was about to leave for the post office when i discovered that i did not even have a single cent on me. Which was damn depressing. I would never be caught back home in SG without cash on my person. So here i was, sitting alone in my dark room (i forgot to raise the blinds), without so much as a dollar on me. I then thought to myself, "Why don't i try calling the fella?", maybe there's still some hope left! So i called up the case review officer, briefly but clearly stated my case and voi'la, all done, in no more than 5 minutes. I honestly thought that there was no escape from the long and bastardised arm of justice this time, i thought that the impossible luck that got me through countless scrapes and wild adventures had finally worn out. How wrong i was, looks like there's still some of it left! Of course it wasn't luck alone, seems that someone or someone's up there is looking out for me as usual, and whoever they are thanks a bunch! Keep up your constant vigilance. The week seemed pretty bland at first, although Brendan's planned visit almost raised the mood up a bit, there was still that underlying anxiety there, the darkess which refused to go away, which threatened to draw me in. It's been there for some time now, biding its time, waiting for the perfect time to strike. There is that, and there are also the many things which i have to worry about, "How am i going to find a group to complete my major accounting assignment when i hardly know anyone?", "How am i going to finish my management assignment due in next week? How do i even begin in the first place?" However, this small incident of not having to pay the fine anymore has made me remember this most ancient and effective of solutions to my problems which i have recently forgotten. Have faith in God and all shall be well. Sounds easy, sounds simple, not quite. All i have to say is that if you trust that you have done the right thing, if you have done something to the best of your abilities, have faith in yourself, that you will succeed. Also have faith in God, for ultimately without his blessings our works will be all undone. Do your best, and He will take care of the rest!
"What is Faith? Faith is trust. Faith is belief. But most importantly, Faith must be accompanied by deeds. For Faith without deeds are just words. And words alone are worthless."

Prelude.....To the present

God Damn, i've got a major management assignment due in 2 weeks time, not to mention another group accounting assignment. Busy 2 weeks ahead that much is obvious, and the worst part is brendan is coming over on tuesday the 17th. A lot of drinking ahead i'll say, and as i put it "We'll drink ourselves wet!" Will be very hard to get any work done next week, got to squeeze it into my pre-planned "sober times". Here's a look at my current timetable (summarised of course) Monday, lectures and tutorials from 10:30-2:30. Tuesday, 11:30-5:30. Wednesday, 10:00-3:30. After that i'm scot-free, neat eh? Aside from this, i've got not much to say, no real matters i would like to tackle, well actually i do but i'm currently too tired to say much, its been a long week. Not that anything momentuous happend, just a couple of tests, but you don't need a reason to be tired right?Here's something i saw on a documentary today on SBS, rather interesting, about Religion vs. Science and Does God truly exists? Some famous Mathematician said this, well something like this:
"The probability of there actually being a God is 50/50, however i would say that God does exist, because if i said he did not, and at the end of my days i find out he did, the consequences would be unthinkable."

A Preview Of Things To Come

I originally didn't plan on writing anything here, in fact i have no idea why i created this blog at all. I have always wondered why people would want others to read their innermost thoughts, i mean isn't a blog supposed to be a diary? A reflection of the heart? Is it maybe a plea for understanding in this world wrecked by mis-understanding? Or perhaps a cry for attention from those who feel so alone? This may be quite a serious start for a blog with such a name. True, once upon a time i was just a simple guy trying to get high, not a care in the world. The only things that mattered to me was having a great time with my friends. Of course reality had to rear it's extremely ugly head (as ugly and twisted as selvam without his shirt on and exposing his ass-crack to the rest of 3E3) and bite me in the ass. It wasn't fun i tell you, circumstances forced me to make some rather screwy decisions lest i fall prey to a rather sad eventuality. I may not be as old as some of my acquaintances here, but i sure as hell have as many if not more experiences than them. Not to mention the extemely huge and ludicrous amount of stories i have amassed since my days in good ole' st.pats (i tell you they are exceptionally amusing, filled with the most colourful characters you will ever meet!) It may be not much, but its a start. To a story which will trace the life of its writer, from where it all began, to what it might possibly amount to. A fulfilled person with a successful career and happy family? Or a bum by the road-side? Stick around if you have the time and patience, pull up a chair, have something to drink. And watch this story slowly unfold.