Summer is Over for Me

Haiz... Just when I thought that my Summer would certainly be a great one, it received an abrupt interruption. Found a Vespa. Yay. Need to pay for it. Boohoo. Then, I received a letter from CPF, telling me that I need to pay for my Medisave. Fish man. I don't know what went wrong. Was it a printing error? I wish it is. I need da money. Now I regret starting my own business that is already inactive. Hard lesson learnt. The money for the Medisave would certainly come in handy in the future. But at the current moment, it ain't looking good for me...

Now waiting for Syuhada outside Hougang Mall to transfer her pictures to my laptop for her school assignment. Had to ask a lot of directions on the road from the riders and drivers to get here. Always ask the pizza despatch riders. They're good.

The day just aint going well now. My mind's going a lil whizzy thinking about the financial problem. To make things worse, all these vehicles behind me are honking at one another for god knows reasons and I had to ride in the rain. Drats! I just stepped on a puddle of WARM mud... Swell...

If you guys are wondering where I'm blogging, I'm actually sitting on Love Machine and typing away by the side of the road. I have Singtel wireless here. Don't know why. But at least, this will keep me company till Syuhada arrives. I think there's no more blood flowing to my ass... I think it's dead. -pokes-

Joke. Why did the bird fall when a huge Boeing passes by it?

Still waiting. Change topic. I wanna join The Contender. Reminds me of the days when I used to box. Boxing is one sport where stamina is truly essential. You thought you were in your prime back then with your running background but when you step inside the ring for the first time, fighting for 3 rounds is like running a 10 km race in 10 mins. Ask people who have boxed. I ain't bluffing. Quit it because it's a hazardous sport. I don't wanna break my nose and look like the wicked witch of Oz after that. There was once I bled from the nose and continued fighting. Felt like Stallone in the movie, Rocky, where he kept on fighting and he eventually won. Typical storyline. But in my case, I lost cause I just could't see with the blood all over my face. Oh well. Memories.

Last thing I wanna say and I hope that Prof Rama sees this, in which there is just 0 probablity that he would, is that I wanna thank him for the space that he gave me to write my poem during the Consumer Behaviour quiz for the last question. It was SO liberating. 2 marks. Not bad...

Ja