她没有错, 只是没有陪我到最后™

18 November 2007
Sunny Sunday (29 Degree Celsius)
Boring Afternoon @ 1505 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 他没有错 by 范玮琪
Mood: *Nasi Lemak …*

Oh yes, did you hear that MRT and its underlining are proposing to raise the fare again? Pretty soon it will be cheaper to hire someone to carry me around. NO I’m joking, but seriously, at the rate petrol are rising, it could well be a fact (Carrying me around not the fare raise). Anyway, I was telling myself (who else) that Life’s greatest pleasure lies in having a good warm cup of sweeten milk tea in my arm chair… Sure beat sex anytime… Figuratively speaking that is…

For a good part of my return here, I always wanted to eat the Singaporean style beef noodles (those with super thick dark gravy). It was popular before I left for States 3 years back but now, for some reasons, it wasn’t… I couldn’t even find it in most food courts (either City or Suburb)… And I could swear that you can literally have every part of the cow, san dick… Wait a min, I thought there were some Dicks on the menu… Oh, those must be my colleagues… My bad…

In any case, do you have this sudden craving for something that if you don’t eat, part of your libido died along side with it? Nah, never happened to me. I am not a food person as most of my close friends can attest, I eat to live. Anything and everything I also can eat, as long as the rice is not too soft (which is a mark improvement from the heydays where it must be 85% hard).

Speaking of which, I think the future of my stay at home looks increasingly bleak. For one, I cannot stand my mom’s periodic nags and scolding for no apparent reasons. Most are just outburst and not my fault, well not entirely. If there are any, it is my fault that I am home when mom is back. How is that even my fault? I am jobless, where else can I be? Void deck play guitar?

Then again, it is basically rent free now and that would add up to quite a bit over the years; say a room which cost about S$700 per month on the average will essentially cost up to 8K a year. Imagine for an instance that you have such an annual premium plunge for investment and smell the returns. Ok, so how now?

Pay rent or invest money… Pay rent or invest money

I know… I can try to get back later than mom and sleep in till she goes out to work. Like that the chances of meeting will lessened and by that extent, less chance of conflicts. It is not as if I die die have to get out… just try not to meet her or get on her nerve (which I seldom do). How terrible things have cometh… Drats… Just my luck…

Till I strike ToTo or turn 35, I supposed tahaning my mom’s nonsensical outburst is the best course of actions… whichever is less suffering.

Now for a good old imaginary dialogue: Watching English versus Austrian match

Bird: Damn it, Michael Owen, YOU ARE GAY, YOUR MOM’s GAY
Han: his mom’s gay? Exactly how is that an insult?
Bird: His Dad’s Gay!!
Han: his dad is a gardener back in Cheshire…
Bird: I’m GAY!!
Bird & Han: *Silence* …
Bird: This game sucks, I’m going home…