Shagged
Went to Phuture for a Trancerepublic session last Saturday.
Before going there I went to Bugis alone. Xuguang was with his camp mates in Orchard and the worst case scenario for me would be surrounded by lonely men and talking about army. He suggested that it's better for me to stay clear till his mates were gone otherwise if I were to be involved, it would be extremely boring for me.
And also the person who talks to me about army the next time,
would most probably be beaten up by me as well.
It was a better choice to go down Bugis by myself in the meantime. The Arcade was the only place for me since I had no intention of walking around and shopping for clothes and stuffs. I don't really shop when I am with my friends, not to say being alone.
The Arcade at Bugis is infested with no-life gamers. The reason why they are so good is basically because they have nothing else more important to do than playing games. All they do in their entire life is gaming. They hanging around at the Arcade is just an excuse to say that they are actually out of their homes...
Where they practically have nothing else to do too, other than playing their own game consoles.
I changed a dollar so that I could play twice.
Both times I was fucking thrashed by others.
I had been noticing the machine for quite some time already. Nobody was playing and it seemed peaceful enough for me to play by myself. As soon as I inserted the coin into the machine and started, another person came along and challenged me.
Fucking Sadists.
It was as though these people were on the lookout for victims to prey on. If you want to play, go ahead lah. I am not stopping you at all. But what's the meaning of waiting for an innocent person to play and then beating the hell out of him?
It's just morally wrong you know.
So much like flushing my 50 cents down the toilet.
I took it as though I was donating to some flag charity and felt slightly better.
The same thing happened to me twice and I was out of the damn place.
It was about time I left Bugis and meet up with the rest at Orchard.
I walked to the Mrt station after I bought a $2 Mac Chicken and placed it in my bag for emergency cases. Usually I would walk down the escalator to the basement and across the food court to the station. But since I was from MacDonald's, It would be faster if I walked across the fountain and followed the path instead.
It appeared that there was a big crowd gathering right outside the ATM machines and I had to squeeze myself through in order to get to the other side.
A short, fat middle-aged auntie was screaming her lungs away.
I managed to catch some of the action while trying my best to avoid human traffic.
She was pointing to this Malay girl and shouting at her.
She had a very bad English but it was obvious what she was trying to tell everyone.
The Malay girl purposely knocked back at her little daughter when pushed.
How can anyone blame a small little girl to be playful at times? Even if she were to bump into somebody accidentally, nobody would have the heart of hitting back the kid.
But that's not the case then.
The auntie was yelling at her for being such a heartless bitch. Even the boyfriend beside the Mina was speechless. But he was kind of acting hero and putting his arms around her. Well... that's the least he could do since there wasn't much explanation he could give.
It was becoming a very big scene and plenty of busy-bodies were attracted. I walked past the taxi stand and saw some even stood up on the ledges and glanced. It was quite early for me so I decided to take another peek. I U-turned and walked to the traffic light right across Bugis Street. All the while, my head was facing the scene and trying to witness as much as possible. I didn't want to look obvious as being a kaypoh so I acted as though I was waiting for the green man to lit up.
Security guards have came and they tried to calm the situation. Anything more than that I wouldn't know, as I was already walking to the opposite and turning right to the Mrt station, which is far situated from where I was supposed to go.
I couldn't get much of the drama because there were alot of people crowding around.
To be getting the best view would be somewhere in the front.
And in order to achieve that,
I would have to push others vigorously around me...
And probably resulting in another similar scene,
with me being the main Star.
Met up with the rest in town and went down to Phuture.
Music was good.
Lack of females in the crowd as usual.
Drank quite alot and realised I had Camp Duty the next morning.
Reached home at 5.15 am after a meal at Boon Tong Kee.
I was fucking tired and I swear it was the alcohol that was making me fall asleep. Slept for 30 min and it was time for me to prepare to go out. I really had intentions of going AWOL but then again, I think it was also the alcohol talking. I dragged myself out of bed like a zombie and got dressed up. There wasn't any time for me to washup or put any perfume at all.
Luckily it was raining heavily at that time and my dad offered to fetch me there since his morning exercises were ruined.
The next thing I knew, I was in camp and lying down on the mattress.
I woke up at around 2 pm.
Ryan was doing duty with me along with Mark Tay.
He was busy painting his Warhammer figure the whole day. The figure was extremely small and Ryan needed to be as careful as possible in order to blend the colours well and in precision. It took him practically more than 6 hours just to be painting such a small delicate object and it was not even completed.
He would be seen sitting on the chair, holding up his figure and painting it with different sizes of brushes. There was a time whereby he was so engrossed in what he was doing. He lifted up his legs and rested on the chair. It was as though he was squatting and sitting at the same time. This is the best position for one to sit on whenever the usual one gets bored.
Ryan was wearing a shabby top and a pair of running shorts.
He was wearing that attire, sitting in that position and talking to me while painting at the same time.
He asked me why I kept walking around when I could actually sit on the mattress facing him.
I told him that I had nothing to do that's why I felt like walking around.
Little did he know about the real reason why I didn't sit down and face him.
Ryan, if you are reading this...
Your fucking BaLLs were showing.
It was so fucking obvious that I had to stand up and walk around to avoid having the angle. I did want to tell you, but I thought it might affect your painting to a certain extent so I passed the subject.
I might be saying...
'Dude...'
'Your BaLLs are showing.'
And a snapping sound of the brush next.
The TV was found to be spoilt in the late evening maybe due to the reception after the heavy rain earlier on.
It was a fucking boring night with nothing to do than sleep.
I patrolled around the whole Cmpb looking for things to do. That was the only time when I really scouted the area to check if everything was alright.
Walking around aimlessly for a while and then back to the Duty room to sleep.
Fucking tiring weekend for me.
Before going there I went to Bugis alone. Xuguang was with his camp mates in Orchard and the worst case scenario for me would be surrounded by lonely men and talking about army. He suggested that it's better for me to stay clear till his mates were gone otherwise if I were to be involved, it would be extremely boring for me.
And also the person who talks to me about army the next time,
would most probably be beaten up by me as well.
It was a better choice to go down Bugis by myself in the meantime. The Arcade was the only place for me since I had no intention of walking around and shopping for clothes and stuffs. I don't really shop when I am with my friends, not to say being alone.
The Arcade at Bugis is infested with no-life gamers. The reason why they are so good is basically because they have nothing else more important to do than playing games. All they do in their entire life is gaming. They hanging around at the Arcade is just an excuse to say that they are actually out of their homes...
Where they practically have nothing else to do too, other than playing their own game consoles.
I changed a dollar so that I could play twice.
Both times I was fucking thrashed by others.
I had been noticing the machine for quite some time already. Nobody was playing and it seemed peaceful enough for me to play by myself. As soon as I inserted the coin into the machine and started, another person came along and challenged me.
Fucking Sadists.
It was as though these people were on the lookout for victims to prey on. If you want to play, go ahead lah. I am not stopping you at all. But what's the meaning of waiting for an innocent person to play and then beating the hell out of him?
It's just morally wrong you know.
So much like flushing my 50 cents down the toilet.
I took it as though I was donating to some flag charity and felt slightly better.
The same thing happened to me twice and I was out of the damn place.
It was about time I left Bugis and meet up with the rest at Orchard.
I walked to the Mrt station after I bought a $2 Mac Chicken and placed it in my bag for emergency cases. Usually I would walk down the escalator to the basement and across the food court to the station. But since I was from MacDonald's, It would be faster if I walked across the fountain and followed the path instead.
It appeared that there was a big crowd gathering right outside the ATM machines and I had to squeeze myself through in order to get to the other side.
A short, fat middle-aged auntie was screaming her lungs away.
I managed to catch some of the action while trying my best to avoid human traffic.
She was pointing to this Malay girl and shouting at her.
She had a very bad English but it was obvious what she was trying to tell everyone.
The Malay girl purposely knocked back at her little daughter when pushed.
How can anyone blame a small little girl to be playful at times? Even if she were to bump into somebody accidentally, nobody would have the heart of hitting back the kid.
But that's not the case then.
The auntie was yelling at her for being such a heartless bitch. Even the boyfriend beside the Mina was speechless. But he was kind of acting hero and putting his arms around her. Well... that's the least he could do since there wasn't much explanation he could give.
It was becoming a very big scene and plenty of busy-bodies were attracted. I walked past the taxi stand and saw some even stood up on the ledges and glanced. It was quite early for me so I decided to take another peek. I U-turned and walked to the traffic light right across Bugis Street. All the while, my head was facing the scene and trying to witness as much as possible. I didn't want to look obvious as being a kaypoh so I acted as though I was waiting for the green man to lit up.
Security guards have came and they tried to calm the situation. Anything more than that I wouldn't know, as I was already walking to the opposite and turning right to the Mrt station, which is far situated from where I was supposed to go.
I couldn't get much of the drama because there were alot of people crowding around.
To be getting the best view would be somewhere in the front.
And in order to achieve that,
I would have to push others vigorously around me...
And probably resulting in another similar scene,
with me being the main Star.
Met up with the rest in town and went down to Phuture.
Music was good.
Lack of females in the crowd as usual.
Drank quite alot and realised I had Camp Duty the next morning.
Reached home at 5.15 am after a meal at Boon Tong Kee.
I was fucking tired and I swear it was the alcohol that was making me fall asleep. Slept for 30 min and it was time for me to prepare to go out. I really had intentions of going AWOL but then again, I think it was also the alcohol talking. I dragged myself out of bed like a zombie and got dressed up. There wasn't any time for me to washup or put any perfume at all.
Luckily it was raining heavily at that time and my dad offered to fetch me there since his morning exercises were ruined.
The next thing I knew, I was in camp and lying down on the mattress.
I woke up at around 2 pm.
Ryan was doing duty with me along with Mark Tay.
He was busy painting his Warhammer figure the whole day. The figure was extremely small and Ryan needed to be as careful as possible in order to blend the colours well and in precision. It took him practically more than 6 hours just to be painting such a small delicate object and it was not even completed.
He would be seen sitting on the chair, holding up his figure and painting it with different sizes of brushes. There was a time whereby he was so engrossed in what he was doing. He lifted up his legs and rested on the chair. It was as though he was squatting and sitting at the same time. This is the best position for one to sit on whenever the usual one gets bored.
Ryan was wearing a shabby top and a pair of running shorts.
He was wearing that attire, sitting in that position and talking to me while painting at the same time.
He asked me why I kept walking around when I could actually sit on the mattress facing him.
I told him that I had nothing to do that's why I felt like walking around.
Little did he know about the real reason why I didn't sit down and face him.
Ryan, if you are reading this...
Your fucking BaLLs were showing.
It was so fucking obvious that I had to stand up and walk around to avoid having the angle. I did want to tell you, but I thought it might affect your painting to a certain extent so I passed the subject.
I might be saying...
'Dude...'
'Your BaLLs are showing.'
And a snapping sound of the brush next.
The TV was found to be spoilt in the late evening maybe due to the reception after the heavy rain earlier on.
It was a fucking boring night with nothing to do than sleep.
I patrolled around the whole Cmpb looking for things to do. That was the only time when I really scouted the area to check if everything was alright.
Walking around aimlessly for a while and then back to the Duty room to sleep.
Fucking tiring weekend for me.
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