My last 26 minutes..

of my teenage years that is.. what were you thinking? My life?

Funny enough.. I just got back awhile ago from a wake.. My greatgrandmother's brother passed away 2 days back.. Heard that it was his birthday as well.. or was his birthday the day he was admitted into hospital?

Anyway, think death has become a very real part of my life in recent years..although i've said that before.. that similar feeling came back again tonight.. How fitting it was that I was reminded, in my last few hours of teenage life, that death WILL become a bigger part of my life as I grow up. How coincidental it was that today, as I observe the passing of a fellow human, I will be looking forward to celebrating my birthday tomorrow 21 years ago.. People come, people go.

I haven't been bloggin' much these days.. maybe the novelty of it has worn off.. ,aybe I'm just pure lazy... HAH! I 've got a list of things I wanna blabber about.. btw..

Was wondering as I was browsing through some blogs juz now... what's the purpose when people blog? To tell others' of our comings and goings? To write it as you would a diary? To gain popularity? How sincere, upfront, honest are people with their blogs? Do we wanna read blogs that show only 1 side of people? The side that we are all "supposed" to know? That "Mr Goody-2-shoes" side? whadyya think?

The cats are making out I think.. weird noises in the middle of the night.. Get a room, for goodness' sake! or dig a hole or sumthin'.

My traffic police test is up in a couple of weeks.. scheduled revisions for 27/11, 02/12, 06/12... test is on 07/12.. hope i pass.. I WANNA DRIVE!!!

Work today was pretty good.. started a fantasy league team and joined my campmate's league... although I'm already 2 games behind.. whateva.. I'd bring out the fergie in me.. had games day today.. camp-wide that is.. was raining... so played table-tennis (thrashed all).. and badminton.. and now my right forearm aches like crazy..

I've always wanted to blog this.. always forget.. I must confess.

I have a soft spot for the elderly..or at least i think i do.. I cringe whenever I hear that some ah-por (elderly lady) or ah-kong (elderly man) that are somehow someway related to me, fell down a) the stairs b) in the toilet c) in the shopping centre... ok not funny..ya but that's how i really feel.. worse still if it's my grandmother or greatgrandmother (or mama as we call her)..

There's another thing..

I have a soft spot for having "inspiration" whenever I'm in the toilet.. small/big business.. showering..shaving.. brushing my teeth.. whatever.. I will have ideas of stuff I wanna blog.. or do..or some creative ideas for my work.. or I will remember things that I might have forgotten ten minutes ago... I once said and read that the reason for my recent short term memory is that I worry too much.. Don't ask me what I worry about though.. So maybe the reason I have all these ideas and recollections in the toilet is because I truly feel at ease in the toilet.. My toilet.. My haven.

Oh and talking about small/big business.. I sorta "clinched" a deal whilst on the throne having the runs... ok disgusting.. you see.. I'm the Finance Clerk of my unit.. so I have to buy stuff and blah x3.. So recently we ran out of funds.. needed a top up.. So there I was.. struggling on my throne when I decided to call Ms Joyce.. the lady who can fund the top up... Whipped out the phone.. made a call.. explained my situation and there! $12000 in our account.. I felt good after that incident.. in both ways if you know what I mean.. Maybe it's cos' I'm an old bird there already.. got approx. 11 months to go.. before I shout that special 3 letters..

Awhile back I thought to myself..the reason why I don't go out much after work or school last time is because I hate getting home too late.. cos that would mean little time before the next working or school day.. Always fail to realise that the reason i'm home late is because i probably had fun outside in the first place.. then I would get all down and depressed.. so i stayed home a lot.. no life..but that's too dim a view and perspective for a rather momentous and joyous occasion such as today...

Going for lunch with Terry & Dennis tomorrow, whom I've known since the time we were into Power sandals and maybe even before that.. there were great times that we shared.. Dennis' head in the railings.. Rachel storming past us when we were talking 'bout her at the squash court..oops! our bicycle trips to Jurong Entertainment Centre.. with my tyres punctured on the way back.. not forgetting our football matches at the former sand pit.. with the occasional match against em' Japs.. mind you those kids few years younger than us could play well and the girls packed a rather mean shot.. but those times for another entry some other time..

Was tellin' Terry the other day.. maybe we should write a book about our lives here in Flynn Park.. after all I recognise no other place in Singapore as my home.. than this cool corner in the southwest of Singapore.. so whaddya think, FPG?? Terry? Dennis? Jon?

For the benefit of those who weren't able to be part of this amazing childhood cos' you probably resided somewhere else.. FPG stands for Flynn Park Gang.. we were also the Never Read Book Gang (Dennis and I).. and for the record.. Flynn Park did not have any pretty residents.. does not have any pretty residents.. will never (i think) have any pretty residents.. Hah!

Btw.. shout out to Leonard Hoon Bee Hoon!! who sang Kiss from a rose (with actions and the appropriate emotions) in the baby pool one afternoon.. who always shouted/cursed at/screamed at his grandmother, who was always leaning against the balcony wall, from the pool.. The supervisor once said that she had to do that cos' the wall was falling... now that I'm in the army.. I know where his quote came from..

It seems I'm having lots of fun recalling my younger days.. how befitting that this should happen on the day I turn 21.. it's 1224hrs by the way.. So maybe we SHOULD write that book, huh Terry?

I'm going to go to play captain's ball with my 2 champion teams at angela's block before having a party at the bbq pit.. celebrating my birthday with valerie.. have already made a mental not e and set a reminder to go to the Video Ezy shop to get free voucher..(birthday deal) and maybe Swensen's.. free ice-cream.. super cheapo huh? :)

Diana called me just now... chatted for awhile.. asked her whether she read my sms.. (not to be printed here of course..).. she said she could sense the sincerity and how much I meant that sms.. my response? I'm glad we chose SingTel to be our service provider.. remember that ad with the father and the daughter and how their love could travel across countries.. I'm glad mine travelled from Telok Blangah to Bukit Merah..

You know.. I actually tot of writing myself a card.. wishing myself Happy Birthday.. and signing off from myself.. I know it's lame.. it's just for the fun of it lah.. but kinda waste money... so scrapped the idea..

I'm glad i wrote this entry.. one of my favs of all time..

Thank you God, for helping me kick this procrastination/laziness out of my system.. Thank you God for preserving my life.. giving me a comfortable life. Thank you God, for choosing me out of millions to be your child..

Happy Birthday, Terence!

P.S. Those felines are still at it..