What good is a blog if

it's owner does not, from time to time, write about stuff in his life?

Went out with Thomas and Diana tonight, for some dinner and chat and all. I thought it'd be a big gathering of sorts, with more happening people coming to relax and all. Turns out only 4 people came. Dorisa came later... but left early.

But never underestimate the shit that 4 people can churn out. It was fun shooting each other. Then you've got someone who isn't really interesting at all churning out untruths about true happenings about me and you get the whole world laughing. It was fun.

One of the stories was when i was on the bus with Thomas. At around NUS, there were two presumably PRC ladies who boarded the bus. Pretty to a large extent i must say. One was in blue tee and the other had a black jacket over her blouse. So what happened was blue tee girl walked to our section of the bus and sat beside where I n Thomas were sitting. The other girl, after scanning her ez-link card, started down the walkway towards her seated friend. You've gotta adore those high heels man.

But bus drivers can be fucked up people. The bus jerked to movement, and the black blouse woman stumbled across the walkway... and held on to the railing just in time. Then she started walking when the bus jerked again. The woman swayed, stumbled and fell...

until the spectacles nerd sitting in front of us caught her above her waist... and uncomfortably below her blooming bosom.

I swear I didn't laugh at all. All I did was to gape and wonder at his luck. But Thomas went aroud telling I was laughing throughout. Bloody bugger.



But you gotta give it to Thomas. We went to Home club after a short stay at Crazy Elephant's, and Thomas was dancing alone while I was watching him.

He really was enjoying himself. But when I saw the groups of people around him dancing with their friends, in contrast to this crazy bugger dancing like a bamboo stick, and constantly bugging the DJs,

I thought it was a pathetic way to enjoy himself. Quite ironic that he actually enjoyed it.

Maybe this was his way of transcendence. His way of self affirmation in a lonely space. I tried to join in the dancing but hey, can you imagine me dancing? ME?

I left the place, smoked the second cigarette from the pack i bought, watched the flame eat down till the filter end, then stubbed it out and flung the pack with the remaining eight cigarettes into the surreal sea.