so im home. home. where the heart is right. mhmm. no doubt. belief every word of it. they know best dont they. mmmm..
now let me tell you all something. grandparents know best. well not really. but when it comes to telling you stuff about YOURSELF, they sure seem to know a hell lot. and coming from me... who hates it when my mom goes "Oh rishik? well his favourite meat is chicken and kartik's..." or anyone for that matter, who pretends to know me, and dares typecasts my personality... anyway, as i was saying, grandparents. they really have this memory of you as a kid. and they can tell you so truthfully what we were like, and not pretend to know, but truly KNOW our natures. sigh. i suppose they kinda have the advantage seeing as how we ourselves tend to forget how we were as kids...
i remember a time quite long ago. i truly believed the only people in the world worth bothering about were children and the elderly. cause everyone else was probably a bastard.
and now ive reached a point of time in a boy's life (and i can tell you quite truthfully that every boy will reach that point as well) known as Chio Bu Deprivation. or since we live and breathe in a nation which celebrates the invention of acronyms, lets call it CBD.
So like i was saying, as of late, i was going through some major serious symptons of CBD. checking out anyone i saw on two legs. stress around the eyes. built up frustration. despair and a dying hope for the future. Yes, my friends, this is CBD all right. i believe girls go through a similar ailment known as ECD (eye candy deprivation). most unfortunately i remain unversed in that field, but ill be sure to get back to you once more reserach has been done.
sigh... complications, complications.
all a result from my isolation from civilisation. i swear its annoying.
and, oh, how i dont mean it either figuratively or as an inside joke when i say im "out of coverage". but this new place is a pain to my reception. i would say back too, except sleeping on the floor is surprisingly therapeutic. anywaays, to give you an idea how sucky this place is let me give you an idea of the first time i tried going out.
after getting dressed, picked up keys, misc items and phone and took lift down. on lift, deleted more annoying messages "welcoming" me to malaysia. walked out off compound, and walked.. (no reception)... walked.. (still no reception).. 10 minutes later, nearing Downtown east. Reception!! YESS!! back in contact with the real world. still no where near it though. walk 5 more minutes for nearest bus stop, which only has one service. wait another 15 minutes for bus. Interesting enough this service is only a stop away from the interchange. one stop away. and it takes the bus more than 5 minutes to get there. >= (
grr...
to summarise and compare, from pasir ris heights, when i wanted to go city hall MRT, id leave 35 minutes before. now, when i want to go to pasir ris MRT, i leave 35 minutes before.. no. i do not like that at all. no.
so like the reason to go out was to meet jas and selvam. not really. i desperately needed to go out. jas and selvam were more like my excuses. haha kay fine, no la. but yeaa, it was great being with them. havent seen them in forever. its good catching up, having pizza, playing pool, having coffee, talking, interogating. and setting ambitions! whoo! now we all have ambitions for the future. haha. two tickets, selvam, two tickets. after we left selvam, me and jas went to buy christmas presents at TM. and dam.
presents fer christmas. shit man. now i think about it, i kill myself for not getting anythign from chennai. gaah! idiot idiot idot!! so much good stuff! so cheap! ( not the price is a matter) but still!! gaah! why was i born cheap? why, lord, why? sigh. anyways, plan on completing my shopping on sunday. swee. plus plan on carrying on my tradition of conservation this christmas. haha. that was a good christmas, that was.. mmm. good memories. priceless reactions.
speaking of priceless reactions, id just like to say this one more time, for all to hear.
"YEA!!! I GOT TICKETS FOR MUSE!!! WHOOO!!!"
haha. bite that. interesting enough, i just saw them on MTV at some concert in London. of all the times i actually watch TV, and the times i actually watch MTV, the once i do, my luck lets me catch it. mmm.
finished rentao's luck. good book. not remarkable enough though. nothing life changing. id rank it along side "the 5 people you meet in heaven" and "tuesdays with morrie".
now its best i re-read to kill a mokingbird and maybe start on wuthering heights. and catcher in the rye. must reads.
Was salvaging some more of my books from heights. found this old peanuts collection. sigh. love peanuts. the dreams. the loss. the pessimism. the cynicsm. the irony. the most depressing children's comic ever. Peanuts forever.
The opening of SomethingCoroporates 'watch the sky' and SugarCult's 'hate every beautiful day' reminds me of each other. its true. just go listen. not exactly. but similar.
and for now, ill go back to Jamisonparker. mmmm.
"...you can stay here the night, or maybe forever and no one has to know!" whooo.
feel good rock...
i want "hope for us" by jealous sound. siigh. i want!! grr...
kay i better go now. but just two thing i wanna add.
a) i dont like people feeling sorry for no reason. especialy to me
b) if there is no question mark at the end of a question, is it still a question.
bye!
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