Pointless Rambles

Hey internet viruses who all love my blog!!

Two days in a row yeah I'm on a roll yo. I figured since I'm in Mass Comm I need to start getting the hang typing quick and speaking proper English again. Nah I don't give a shit. Its 12.47 everyone's asleep and when else to blog am I right?

Let's start with camp.

Met Dinie Audrey and Stephanie before going up to the Music Box. They were all red and I was yellow. Meaning different queues to get free stuff basically! Stood behind this guy wearing a blue jacket and blue track pants thinking "How fucking tall is this guy?" So anyway I talk to him and turns out he's in the same tribe and sub-tribe as I am so HOORAH! Reuben everybodeh~~ He's the dude in the green shirt next to me in the photo below.

So we get to our seats and interact with fellow homosapiens in and around where we sat. To make things short that's how I met (in order of meeting, coz I likey to be neaty) : Aloysius (second row third from left), Louie (girl with the biggest mouth in the top row) , Sofi (next to Aloy), Rebecca (top row middle) and Fana! (girl above bald guy with ugly cap)

I basically met the others when we sat down to eat lunch and introduce ourselves. Eloise, Regine, Yi Hang, Danial, Kai and Fer!

I miss the times I actually had the persistence to type non-stop for a period of time. I'm actually kind of giving up after just realising I'm at the start of the first of three camp days and that it is 1.02am already.

Kay fuggit Im just going to summarise. The purpose of this blog is to remind myself of shit anyway.

FIRST DAY

Met the Muscans
Listened to a couple of lectures
Witnessed Shaista take off her shirt (to reveal another shirt) in front of everybody to reveal her identity as a non-freshie whilst she lied to us all along.
Went for the Amazing Race ( which kinda sucked cause we had to run and my shoes hurt my ankle so bad )
Get splashed with water at a station for doing absolutely nothing
Realize that some people dont actually know what a Storm Trooper is (Regine)
Realize that there is no freaking way to charade out the word "Trooper" to someone.
Did the algorithmic dance
Took the bus and train back home with Louie

SECOND DAY

Woke up on time but spent 15 minutes trying to put my contact lens into my left eye.
Ran for the bus
Caught the bus
Receive a tap on the back from Louie
Feel stunned at the coincidence momentarily
Slept on the bus
Feel bad for not being able to keep a conversation going.
Reach NP and meet the rest of the tribe.
Feel pissed that an SL attempted to bring Reuben and I away from Musca to another group.
Attempt to befriend some people from Volans.
Fail.
Tried to go back to Musca at every opportunity.
Realise Danial wants to be Prime Minister.
Get caught being at Musca.
Seriously pondered at the fact that I may be considered a fresh face if I had hair.
Attempt to dance.
Fail.
Go on a game session with Volans.
Still didn't talk to anybody apart from a girl from AMKSS which I had never seen before.
Wondered whether she wore spectacles.
Asked whether she wore spectacles.
She doesn't wear spectacles.
Continue to ponder how I have never seen her before.
Put a biscuit on my face and manouver my facial muscials until the biscuit entered my face hole.
Get splashed with water because I didn't know lyrics to a cheer.
Make Reuben confess that he had a girlfriend.
Confessed that I have a girlfriend.
Make Aloysius admit to having a girlfriend.
He doesn't.
Feel fed up of the awkwardness in my new group.
Self-introduced myself and attempted to get other people to introduce themselves.
Succeed, to a certain extent.
And... that's how I met Andrea and Rachel the chilli girl.
Carry a 3 metre tall flag up 8 floors.
Took many crappy photos of ourselves.
Feel somewhat proud that phone went down a line of girls all saving their contacts in it.
Realize its probably the only time that will happen in my entire life.
Club like a mad man.
Get on the back of a guy whom I have never met for 2 mins.

Hold up, I'd just like to emphasize on this point.
The conversation literally went :

RANDOM DUDE : Er hey, want to get on my back?
Me : Er, okay.
-after everything-
Both : Kay see you man.

Anyways..
Club like a mad man.
Be temporarily blind by over-excessive smoke.
Take photos with Muscans.
Go home with Danial. Oh! And meet Arabelle and Micki on the bus.

THIRD DAY

Woke up late.
Put my lens on relatively easily.
Didn't meet Louie on the bus.
Realize that the meeting time was 9 and not 9.30 through a Whatsapp conversation.
Meet good people that waited for me at the bus stop to be late with me.
LISTEN TO A SHIT LECTURE THAT LASTED A FEW HOURS.
Had an extremely hilarious Whatsapp convo which consisted of shaving and elephant testicals.
Have lunch with Muscans at mac.
Laugh at racist jokes.
Went home.

That's about it I guess.

I don't really expect anyone to read this. LOL. Ahh my decisions in life.

-Renald
Cause if I die, then I die loving you!

It's been awhile.

No one comes here anymore, so I guess it's simply me feeling like typing shit.

The past few days have been great, meeting my fellow coursemates from NP during orientation. I guess I was pretty scared at first but things worked out fine and I'm extremely grateful to that.

LOVE YOU MUSCANS!!

I don't really know what to say but simply put, I feel heavy. Which is strange, because just days before I felt empty. Completely empty. I'm feeling things I shouldn't, not feeling things I should. Perhaps I should stop being a whiny bitch and get on with this amazing life huh? I'll try, perhaps.

Looking forward to the next 3 years in Mass Communication! Heeeha.

-Bob!
Bottoms up tonight, I drink to you and I.

WHAT IS UP. Not my mood, because my stomach is a fucking bother.

It all starts with laziness people, sometimes in life you think you can take the shortcut and you're fine but no, sometimes the shortcut is expired and it fucking gives you FOOD POISONING. Alright, the shortcut means expired bread, okay?

I mean, it was the first day since my final year papers are over and I decide I'm too lazy to get get a proper meal, so I go downstairs and find some colourful bread and munch on it gobbling down its flour and whatever white cream it has found in the middle of the buns. Pour some packet milo powder into a cup, fill it with hot water and drink half of it and pour the rest away.

Then I feel like puking, not the first time. Although when I actually puked was a long time ago. Not the point. Anyway, I feel terrible. I go grab some hotdog buns. I eat some hotdog buns. I lie down begging my stomach stop its bitching. Then I run to the sink and let loose. And by let loose I mean puke. And puke I mean vomit. And by vomit, i really mean vomit.

So, I feel fine. I feel fine, NO YOU DON'T YOU BITCH 2 DAYS AGO. WOULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST STAYED HOME AND SLEPT? So anyway I go out.. to catch a movie. And watch my friends eat teppan-yaki beef and pork while I sit and watch with my fked up weak carbohydrate digester. We bought tickets to ... I dont remember the name of the movie, but its some lame Chinese show with the words Sorcerer, and White Snake in it. So anyway we buy the tickets, we enter the cinema, and snuck in into Change Up. Well, we didn't sneak in. I mean we literally strolled into the M18 cinema. It was so goddamn easy.

Right, so after laughing and watching some, extremely disturbing scenes which I'd rather not mention in excruciating detail.. (it involves an old lady, a gay guy and a thumb), I bail out halfway through the movie, not because I couldn't stand the sickening scenes (they were actually pretty entertaining), but because my stomach was grumbling like fuck, my body was shivering like fuck, and I needed food like shit.

So I left the cinema and ran to the food court to grab some handmade noodles which trust me, with or without food poisoning, looks kinda crap. In the meantime I was shivering as if I was an eskimo deprived of an igloo. I grabbed the noodles, sat down and could barely eat a quarter of it.
The other guys joined me afterwards and told me about the awesome ending to the movie which I missed. While I sat there laughing at their story, while I was actually laughing at my own misery.

Just a side note, as I'm typing this.. My stomach ain't stopping bitching around.

I make my way home through an agonizing 7 minute long train ride of shivering then bending down clutching my stomach. All I wanted to do was get home and lie down. Yeah that's right you fucking smartass, go and see A DOCTOR. A DOCTOR. A DOCTOR.... Like lying down's gonna solve anything.

So I struggle to fall asleep, with my whole body aching and shouting out for Western medicine. I grab a panadol cold max and stuff it down my throat with a glass of water and just slumped onto my mattress and let out a moan (not the good kind).

So after a half hour of groaning for help, head pumping loudly, body acheing madly, I got up to the sink and puked out my handmade noodles. They were not made by me but you get my point. So I puke, but this time I didn't feel better, just mildly worse. I got back to bed and continued to groan for another agonizing 90 minutes, till my mum got home and convinced me to go and see the doctor.

My dad helped me go to the clinic and queue up, while I sat home and watch Singapore get thrashed by a well organized, impressive Jordan side 3 - 0. So its finally my turn my dad called me to go down to the clinic, I went into the doctor's office and received consnultation so on so forth.

So yesterday I felt much better, everything went well, I got plenty of appetite back and stuff. Until this morning, when I hoped everything would be okay.. I got up, ate some bread and drank some milo, ate my medicine for stomach wind. And fuck I feel like vomitting again. That leaves us to right now. Where I'm rambling about how the bitchy me 2 days ago ate that STUPID SON OF A BITCH SHORTCUT OF A BREAD.

That is all.

-Renald

Dear Guru,

Where do I start. Hmm. I guess it's been awhile since we actually talked. and judging from the current situation I doubt this time span of non-communication will stop. I won't lie, I am quite tired, and the reasons for staying up aren't just belly discomforts.

To be honest I really don't quite know what I'm about to say, so I'm just going to start blabbering one thing at a time. So here goes.

Hey! I thought we were buddies, bro's, homies, the awesome pair. Doesn't really seem so now, at all. At which point did it all start crashing down? This ignorance it seems, this awkwardness. I mean it all started 2 years ago I guess.

I don't quite remember how I met you, but I knew you were a freagin cool person. I remember us webcamming showing our houses around, for one thing. Talking shit every single night on MSN without failure. About our day, about the shit we would wanna do when we grow up. About just about everything. Then we became really close.

Even back last year when you really became a huge part of me. Because of you I.. started taking note of what I wore, what I look like. My language, the way I approach things, well everything. Its a fact that without you I don't think I'd have done shit with myself. Last year I kind of became quite rebellious, as you so often remind me in the past. How I lost my coolness, and started acting in with the pack. How I used to be this big brother of yours, that everyone could count on to give advice, share things with and cheer you up.

I still am. Dude I'd do freagin anything for you my friend. Even grudgingly stay up till 4 to catch the premier of your favourite idol's new music video. Which brings me to another point. The reason I am here typing this crap is also because you taught me to live the best out of what I've got, even if it means staying up late as fuck to do something that you really like. Which is somewhat the reason for my deepening eyebags and drowsy mood in school. But I really don't regret it. Losing that 3 or 4 cm for my height? Fuck it man. I'll just jump more. If things were the same as before I'd probably be pestering you to get online at this time and hear me talk shit about the shit we actually do talk about. And I'm sure you'll like to blabber on about this new hot guy you've seen in the movies, and I'll say no one's a match for Miss Johansson. Still.

Remember how we used to go shopping? Dude, you were my love guru and I was your money manager. Fair enough you taught me well but I haven't done my part of the deal. I'm keeping my stand that you have too many stuff in your wadrobe that's wearable but you don't, though. It was really fun man, found my extremely tight paramore shirt by the way. Not my point.

Concerts, I couldn't care less to be honest. You can't go then screw it, if I cared that much about the concert I would have went myself anyway. The point was to spend more time together you know? We're both in different classes now and the likelihood is that we're not going to see each other as often. Which is kind of the reason I was so insistent in going. The moment I think of going to a concert, the first person to spring to my mind would be you and how a great freagin time it would be if we went together.

Corny as it sounds, and you know me well man.. I miss you. I really do.

So dude, I know we've argued many a times before and ended up being cool again, but if you are going to ignore me, tell me why at least?

Because I'm confused. I don't even know if there's a problem between us, or you're just feeling all emotional. If its the form, let us sort it out?

If its the latter then dude, I'm always here for you. In the morning, afternoon, evening, midnight, whatever man. Just give me a call or a text and I can help if not, at least there's someone to share your pain with.

And uh, hah. Guru, I've got so much to update you on. Please check back.

-Renald

Woh, its been pretty long hasn't it? Hehehhe.

I would just like to update you people (wherever you may actually be) on myself. So here goes.

Things are generally the same as they were before, but then again things have completely changed.

My hair remains pretty much the same, my iPod has an additional 40 over songs, I bought around 5 new shirts, Tottenham's still as inconsistent as ever, and my mind is still not made up.

Doesn't sound like the life of an awesome guy, tch. Though you may argue that Tottenham's inconsistency is not exactly up to my control. But it's still a big part of me, that's right.

And right here on a Saturday afternoon, I pretty much have nothing to do. I might be going to Suntec later with Benedict to see what COMEX has to offer. But so far, nothing materialistic.

I have thought a lot, and so has Vanessa with all the free time that she has these days. A few nights ago we whatsapp-ed through midnight from 12 to 3. Talked about recent life among other things. We kind of both agreed that right now, as much as we would like to do crazy and stupid shit every day, our society just doesn't call for that. Organisation is vital in a country but sometimes its just a bitch. An honest bitch.

In other places you get away with doing things you just feel like doing. Take for example the MRT vandalism shit a year back and most recently it happened again. In England you vandalise the walls the trains the trash bins everything ( I assume ), and here you write an 8 lettered word you go to jail for seven months, get smacked in the ass with a stick 3 times and also get whacked in the face with a few thousand dollar fine for cleaning up the supposed mess you did.

Which is why, as much as I love this country, I want to get out of here as soon as possible. We're not meant to be here, our personalities just dont fit here. But somehow we're all trying to adjust to fit in, in school and everywhere else.

I don't know what the future holds, but then again nobody does. So far living in the moment is the best thing one can do. And who knows, in the future I might not want to leave anymore. I might want something else. Because I dont think we ever get what we set out to achieve, but we get something better instead.

But right now staying here sucks, and even though I might get the chance to go to China later this year, it is still a temporary relief.

That's why I say fuck it. Fuck everything. Just do what you think is right and take a stance.

So for now.. Well, you know I like making lists right, right? Hahhaha. Oh lists I love you.

THINGS I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING DO (and by do I don't mean fuck, ahem.)

1) I will order a four flavour-ed waffle and eat every bit of it. (Prefferably chocolate, kaya, blueberry and cheese) (oh fuck that sounds nasty..)

2) Score a bicycle kick, BITCH.

3) Make my house neat. Hmm.

4) Write a decent song. I trust my ability to sing and rap, alright? (Well, at least sing better than that dude to rapped the B.o.B part in Price Tag, GEEZ)

Now that seems easy. Check back soon enough.

Oh, if possible I will post photo video audio evidence for doing all that.

GOODBYE FOR NOW!

-Renald

So! Long time no see. It kind of sucks to know that you've gave your all ( sorta ) for the exams and not a single A passes by. I've did fairly well, if you compare my results with the people around my seating area. On another scale entirely, it kinda sucked. I can't even believe I was aiming for L1R5 7. I already HAVE a D7.

After a day of average results, my only hope of getting an A1 was Biology. I knew basically everything, and did everything confidently. False confidence, as it appears. I didn't go to school today and after countless text messages asking about my results, I found out I achieved an amazing, 60.

60. Can you believe it. I don't care if you can, I can't believe it. Just for the record, the paper was upon a 100 marks. Oh god. Bang my head on the wall I will if I didn't already have a headache.

But you know, screw that shit. Its over, the UK trip wasn't realistic to start with. Studies, what a bother. If I don't achieve the most improved student award at the end of the year I wouldn't forgive myself.

Enough bullshit. The holidays are arriving and its probably the smart thing to do to concentrate of having fun right now. I'm not in the mood to continue my things-to-do holiday list but I will soon, someday. For now, the most important decision for me to make is..

1) SLEEP
2) WATCH THE BIG BANG THEORY.

Meh, I'll sleep then watch BBT. Shall post tonight again.

-Renald