It's not every day that you wake up to an sms like "emergency meeting in school. 10 o'clock at mini canteen. couldn't reach you coz you slept too early." - sent at 01.36 am. I mean who the hell is awake at 1.36am (people like me)?! Ok so why was i asleep before 1.36am? That's cause of a very very cunning friend (now foe) called Mr Nap. I'm sure i've mentioned this before but naps are truly very tricky things and last night it jacked my big time when i was supposed to sleep from 10pm to 11pm.

I woke at 5.45 am (and that's cause my sister turned on the toilet lights to prepare for school).

But it's not my fault lor. It's all cause the alarm clock didn't ring loud enough, should get car alarm lor. And somemore it was raining cats and dogs and all animals of the zoo and as the equation goes, rain plus bed equals sleep big time. Ok, anyway back to the "emergency meeting". No, the odac room didn't burn down nor did the hamster pass on. Basically had to get back to school to discuss our options since the cost of JEX was a little pricey.

It's also not every day that you awake to a breakfast of dumpling (the eight palms kind) and a slice of secret recipe cake (the weigh 1 tonne kind). And somemore my maid bought roti prata but i had to turn it down coz carpark full liao.

So after the said "emergency meeting", i trudged down to immigration to get my passport photo replace since the current one is when i was P4 or something lest i be denied entry when i go bintan or malaysia in june. So i enter the second floor and see a long queue of people waiting to get passport photo. Then, enlightenment struck me (ok i saw this sign that said "also available on 3/4/5 floor") and went up to the 4th floor where there was no one. Got the instant photo (no, you don't just add water and stir.) done and went back down and was quite happy there was no one queuing at the registration. Went in to sit then realised my number is 100 places in front so begins the long wait and so begins my lamenting my miserable existance waiting. I, of course, did what everyone should do when waiting, sleep. And its amazing how the numbers jump so fast when you're not aware of it. They say time flies when you're busy hur.

It's also not every day that you go to Bugis and buy girls clothes (what and for whom, i'm sorry, sky chicken cannot reveal), and that's cause its fundamentally wrong. Not only do i not know the size or colour to buy, i do not know what cutting and what-nots-lingo-about-clothes-that-girls-throw-at-each-other. And bugis is quite an amazing place, they sell everything from sex toys (i kid you not) to leather studded belts that seem suspiciously useful for SM. If you are the kind (like marie) who doesn't know what SM is, i can't tell you that its sado-masochism. So got a belt (not the SM kind pls) for myself and the sky chicken cannot reveal thing after much deliberation (with myself) and bugis village is really like a freaking maze, can get lost one lor.

So finally ends my long day and on the bus back i had quite an interesting encounter. This auntie seating opposite me has a hard time eating what looks like a melted sweet and after a long time of wrangling and biting, she finally consumes it, together with a bit of the wrapper. So i, being the nice guy, tells it to her and she spits the sweet out and eats it again. Then as if to challenge me to eat the sweet in a less unglam manner, she offers me one.(Ok lah, auntie was just being nice) But the sweet was some peppermint with ginger sweet o.O

I think blogging is something that is quite fun and at times, relaxing. But most importantly it helps to keep track of my life and i can just imagine reading this treasure trove of memories ten years down the road or something. But i feel the best way to blog is on the spur of the moment, when something gets to your mind, or else a lot of colour and thought is lost as you get home, bathe. But alas, unless someone gives me a laptop or someone invents a way to upload thoughts into cyberspace the moment it surfaces, we will just have to make do.

So today we will like to wish ms goh meiting melissa a very BIG happy birthday. Hopefully the happiness from this day will not be shortlived and your lack of short sightedness will certainly bring odac to greater heights. To keep this short, we'll dedicate this cool song to her:

Listen up brothers and sisters,
come hear my desperate tale.
I speak of our friends of nature,
trapped in the dirt like a jail.

Vegetables live in oppression,
served on our tables each night.
This killing of veggies is madness,
I say we take up the fight.

Salads are only for murderers,
coleslaw's a fascist regime.
Don't think that they don't have feelings,
just cause a radish can't scream.

Chorus:
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that's a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It's time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)

I saw a man eating celery,
so I beat him black and blue.
If he ever touches a sprout again,
I'll bite him clean in two.

I'm a political prisoner,
trapped in a windowless cage.
Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips
by killing five men in a rage

I told the judge when he sentenced me,
This is my finest hour,
I'd kill those farmers again
just to save one more cauliflower

Chorus
How low as people do we dare to stoop,
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup?
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato!

I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (fates in the stirfry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (you fat gormet slob)
How do you think that feels? (leave them out in the field)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8's genocide)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves)
It's time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade.....