A stupid day for a stupid boy

I'm a goon today.
I'm so stupid I should have just shot myself to death. But I do not have a gun. See how stupid I am? However, I do have a battery-operated mp5 lookalike, which has a retracting barrel and cool sound and light and power. Takes up a lot of battery though.
I'm so stupid today because I wasted so much money on transport fees unnecessarily. Damn it I just topped up my Ez-link card recently and now it's left with about $4+
Well, it all went like this.
This morning, after taking a slightly earlier off from training, I was planning the route for my activities.
Things I needed to do today:
1. cut, or rather trim my hair,
2. have my breadfirst,
3. go for massage,
4. meet Vickydakaratekid to pass him things,
5. go home and RESSSST.
After cycling off from Ska, I reached the hair salon. There were many people inside, so I went for my breadfirst first. Now that I think of it, it is also a minor wasted transportation time. How stupid.
After eating, I went to cut my hair. The girl talked cock to me quite a bit and my haircutting was interuppted by some BSS girls who wanted to bring their own dyes to dye their hair and asking about the price for it. I sat like an idoit doing nothing useful except looking at my godly face and cursing their bitchiness.
I am not quite happy with my haircut today. Looks.....dunno, weird, though it's just shortening the length.
So I went home, vacuumed the floor, bathed, and took my own sweet time walking to the mrt.
My appointment for the massage was supposed to be 2.45pm, but when I was having breadfirst, the masseur changed it to 3.15pm, and when I was having a haircut she changed it to 2.30pm. So being rather early and confused, I just strolled peacefully to Boon Keng mrt. And I had to perspire. What the fuck. As if the morning session didn't get me drenched enough.
Finally boarded the train and alighted at Kovan station. Only to realise when I reached the bus stop that it was already 2.25pm. Sucks man all the while I thought I was still early.
Good thing it was only a 3-stop bus ride.
Finally got down to massaging. Man this was the most painful session ever. Told her my left leg is in bad shape. Of course she could tell lah, but my intention was to get her to scrub it hard. And she did. And I almost couldn't take the pain. The veins, the muscles, the bruises, oh, so painful. It's still reddish until now. And hurts bad. But it's much more relaxed now. And because of this, my right leg got neglected. And now I feel like Humpty Dumpty. And other joints still hurts.
Alright! What do I have left to do now?
That's right kids! Pass Vickywajeet a VCD and then go home and become a pig! Yay~
So V was supposed to be at Hougang Point coffee bean. And I had no idea how to go there from upper serangoon shopping centre. He told me to take any bus to Hougang Interchange and then change to bus 72.
But the act-clever me thought that Hougang Interchange was at heartland mall. So I, wanting to save some transport fees, walked there.
I couldn't find any interchange.
It seems as though I can't recall where the fuck the interchange was. I think it got demolished. But i'm sure there used to be an interchange there.
In the end I spent about half an hour walking around and looking at stuffs of the Pasar Malam.
I called V and told him of my despair. He told me to take 112 instead.
But I was uncertain. The stupid route directory shows it going to Hougang Interchange on both sides. So I took side A.
15 minutes and $1+ later, I passed by side B which was opposite A.
10 minutes later, I still wasn't getting anywhere familiar.
Good thing I saw bus 147 along the way.
I alighted at Punggol Park.
By then it was already 4.30pm.
I got anxious and called V and smsed V and called V again.
Finally he replied and told me to take 147 on the side of the park.
A few stops later, I was at Hougang Interchange.
It's not his fault. I'm stupid not to ask the drivers. Come to think of it, I think I saw 5 different drivers today.
I decided to head home instead.
I bought some bread, and took the NEL, AHA! now i'm thinking, back to Boon Keng.
When I came out of BK, it was raining so bloody heavily that I finished my two breads. Nbcb what a stupid and useless and unlucky and expensive day.
Coincidentally, a good friend of mine alighted at the bus stop heading home. He had an umbrella and we walked romantically to his house where he lent me a big umbrella so I could go home. I was desperate already because I was really damn tired. And I say coincidentally because his birthday happen to be yesterday, Tuesday. And I had forgotten about it. Haha.
Anyway I finally reached home at about 5.40. And read a bit of comics online to make my eyes more weary and I finally had a good nap until 8pm. V was at my void deck already.
It's a long and tiring day.
So I should be sleeping now.
I hope tomolo when I wake up I will become smarter.
Cheers~

Crab

No not crap, crab, C-R-A-B, crab.
Never have I realised that crabs are so cool. All the while I have just been eating and eating crabs like as though their existence is worthless, and that they are just meant to be eaten like as though their existence is worthless.
Crabs have very sophisticated exo-skeleton. In fact, I went the extra mile and checked up about crabs' body parts.
Actually I did not, cos I dun bother to, and also because Wo Cai is about to start.
Crabs do NOT only have 6 'legs', they have small little cute legs hidden underneath their bottom shells. I did not exactly count how many there are, and am also not sure what they're for.
For the female crabs, I guess their private parts can be 'opened', ala spreading a girl's legs apart and then......Somewhere at the bottom end of the shell, a section can be lifted up. That's one of the places where the little legs are found. It probably shits from there too.
How did I find out?
I prepared crabs for snacks this evening.
Actually I only took part in washing them, because I seriously have no idea what the hell to do with them. Even this I did only 3/4 of it, meaning I only washed the outer shell. I didn't know how to open it.
Cindy Sensei came to the rescue. She tore open the crab's private part and just lifted the top shell off. It stank. And the insides smell even worse.
Anyway in no time she splitted the crabs into two, placed them on the plates, and they were ready for cooking.
Again, I had no idea what the fuck to do with them. So I acted pitiful and Sensei Wong said he will steam them himself.
I guess it is just plain putting the crabs onto the steamer and turning on the fire.
The crabs tasted strange.
The meat, fluffy and weak and not very filling. The juice, stale. The taste, alright because of the salt seasoning.
Ahh it's just a poor pathetic crab which costs so cheap.

After that I had two prata.

And now I'm eating Hor Fun, steamed eggs, kambing soup, and Baos.

Fuck.

Ok just nice for Tv.

Omfg this is sooooo cool!!!!!

Check this out dudes (tune up your speakers!!!!!):
http://ecard.veepers.com/card/8hol7n872rgG5ST4fhVhba



:o) it was meant as a joke so don't take it too seriously.
Anyway I think you will, or had, have fun with it.
(Link courtesy of www.xiaxue.blogspot.com )

Besides this, I also want to blog about the handicapped people.
They, who we used to call, the Extraordinary People.

I was watching Channel 8's charity show just now at my bro's gf's place. Well much as I dreaded going anywhere near them, it's her 21st birthday celebration lah. I even joined in the singing of the birthday song. And her cousin seems to be someone from IT school, and she seems to know me. But anyway that's not important at all. TP SUCKS!!!!!

So yeah I was watching Channel 8's charity show just now at my bro's gf's place. Well much as I...HEY! Damn it. I watched the part where one of the guys was 'climbing' up the handrails or whatever it is that I dunno what to call it. It was a superb effort. Frankly speaking I was so worried that he might lose grip or strength and waste his efforts. I was literally frozen in fear. I felt myself gripping my hands tight as though I were.....and gritting my teeth such that I could not eat chocolates or anything else for that matter. That guy really did a great job. One sad thing to say is, I didn't make any phone calls.

It costs $8 leh! Where am I going to get the money?? And I had just topped up my prepaid card.
But I do call for the $5 one.

Just now there was also this Chinese documentary about deformed children.

Couldn't remember the two kid's names. C-something and dunno what.

I felt sorry for them, but seeing them going strong and fearless of their operation, just by sheer willpower to want to look good, I think we should reflect more on ourselves.

Though we might be restrained for certain reasons, I say we do at least as much as possible to help them.

They are not special human beings, and they are not really extraordinary, but they are just humans with special and extraordinary features.

May happiness be with them always, and may they feel loved and cared for always.