"I'm alive, I'm alive!"

Wow,
The first post of the new year.
Am I glad to see the last of 2004 or what.
Afterall, it has been a real bad year for me,
And for the world in general as well.

Anyway,
The past week has been a flurry of activities,
At least it seems so,
For the slug-like person typing away now.

I got a new bookshelf,
And worked my ass off for 2 days and 2 nights,
Clearing out the junk in the old one,
And cleaning up the books I want to keep.

Cleaning up is the worst job in the world.

I found 7 or 8 dead moths, cockroaches,
And one lizard skeleton underneath the old bookshelf.
To be honest,
I was pretty freaked,
And had to use the vacuum cleaner to suck them all up.

I found some old gems in addition to the corpses.
Stuff like a Rugrats watch from Burger King!
Which features a scratch-n-sniff strap,
That's supposed to smell of bananas.
Of course I never smelled anything remotely fruity,
But still it's a cool watch.

I decided my collection of ou xiang cards must go,
Cos I don't have enough space for such junk anymore.
But my maid picked them up loh.
Looks like I've underestimated the appeal,
Of Aaron Kwok, Jimmy Lin and gang.
I didn't know they're popular even in Indonesia.

Prior to this early spring cleaning,
I still have every magazine I ever bought.
Tons of Shoot, 90 Minutes, Match,
Smash Hits, and others too embarrassing to mention.
That may sound incredible or just plain ridiculous,
But I'm a karang guni like that.
I feel a little sad thinking about them now,
But at least they'll be turned into recycled paper,
So it's all good.

I don't exactly remember what else I did,
But I recall spending some time chilling at Mich's place,
Since she will be going back to Aussie later today.

I stayed overnight on the 31st,
Cos it started raining,
And the thought of riding home in the rain,
Wearing my new track jacket,
Didn't seem very appealing at all.

Of course since I'm always so unlucky,
Suay things have to happen,
And it started pouring,
When I was on my way home the next afternoon.

I think my jacket is still not dry yet.

I seriously hate the weather.

Ushered in the new year with a couple of drinks,
At Mich's brother's friend's houseparty.
(Wow what a connection.)
I just realized I don't even know,
If his name is Karl, Carl or Kyle.
Anyway,
Everyone just insisted on retelling the age-old tale,
Of how I got wasted 4 years ago,
At the very same location,
And ended up punching and kicking all the people,
While puking all over the living room.

And that's why I promised myself,
Never to get drunk again.

Come to think of it,
This week was all about meeting up,
With secondary school mates.

Had dinner at Mel Lim's place on the 1st,
And watched the rest smoke shisha at Arab Street after that.

In the past I used to feel guilty,
About hanging out with a big group of girls,
Cos I always had this impression,
That I should spend more time with guys.
And in the near future,
I'll look even more odd with them.
Someone made a remark that other guys will probably go,
"What a lucky guy!".
But I think they'll say this instead,
"Check out that faggot with a bunch of fag hags."

Heh.

Mel had a crazy idea about shopping at Mustafa,
Since it was the only place open in the middle of the night.
In the end,
We had so much fun and only managed to leave at 5am.
And everyone bought a whole ton of useless,
"Sure-to-regret" tacky objects.

The very kind Shiyin offered me a lift home,
And on the way back,
We witnessed an exhibition of road rage,
That puts mine to shame.
To cut a long story short,
It involves 2 angry men and a baseball bat,
But in the end nobody was hurt.

Ah,
That sure was a long entry.

I tried sleeping just now,
But I just can't.

And I don't know why.