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Sunday, September 7

(I wrote this on Saturday but I didn't publish it. AHH so I'm here telling you about a Saturday on a Monday. Rubbish.)

Saturday
hmmm...so I spent the whole of this morning alone in the house pondering whether I should go to a stupid camp on Monday...I hate camps and this one seems no different except we get to sleep in air-con rooms instead of tents but then again I can sleep in an air-con room everyday at home if I want to so what's the difference. Blah. Long sentence. I can't skip it!! I paid for it and the teacher's pressuring me to go...ahhh whatever. Friends too! want me to vote for them in some election or whatever crappy stuff.

Ah then I went to Jurong Point. I didn't go back to CTSS for SJAB stuff because today's supposedly the day when the Ah Lians are coming. When they come I can go home already because they all are like dictators. They can control every single thing from training to how long people can urinate in the toilet blahblahblah. And when you have a non ah beng in the form of me you can expect that I won't really go and blahblahblah hoohah with them. So I didn't go back to my Sec sch. Ah let them bully all they want those power hungry people.

Ah then I went to Jurong Point. *repeat* ahh I can't remember what I went there for. Oh yah lunch! because I'm the only person at home the whole morning. With the rascal of a rabbit, fishes and hamsters for company. Ah the fishes are fighting...the luohans. Theres like 2 in one aquarium plus some dunno what red fish. So this male luohan keeps on chasing the female luohan and whatever. VERY NOISY!! I think the male's angry because the female doesnt want to *ahem* with him. Ahh crap. Then those poor red blood cell fish act as peacemakers of some sort I dont' know. Ahh why am I talking about fish.

Then I went to disturb Tok at his work again. Sooner or later he's going to get fired if I keep on coming in to distract him from his work...and then I had lunch with Alan. HE's weirdy rich. I bought all these cans of drinks and he doesnt want to take one from me to drink! He insists on buying a drink from the store for what?? $1.40? WHen he can get one from me for free? Then when I buy for him he complains I always buy Vanilla Coke for him. Ahh whatever.

Ooooh then we went shopping around Jurong Point looking like gays or whatever I don't know. And I can't believe he's 61kg! I'm 60kg but I look so much skinnier than him. I'm taller than him but its like only 4-5cm taller. Maybe my bones are heavy. Yup my bones are heavy. Hmm the shops at Jurong Point are crap. Rubbish. Bubbish. Gubbish. Nubbish. Wubbish. Then we ended up going to John Little. And my god the clothes at John Little are so much nicer than those at Levi's, OP, Converse blahblahblah. Those are horrible! So tacky. But then again John Little sells clothes meant for uncles and ah peks. So the both of us are uncles and Ah peks. You can call me Kok. Uncle Kok.

Ahhh then we saw Mr Lau there!! its like oh my god the last thing you expect to be doing is shopping for clothes and see him. I don't mean to insult him but his dress sense isn't exactly fantastix. Then when I tried to hide in the changing room that silly Alan told Mr Lau about me. And when I finally go to Mr Lau he's like "Kokkai! What crime have you done!? Why do you run away when you see me!" and blahblahblah. Then we, or rather Alan, ended up asking for fashion tips from him. Oh my god. Expect to see me (and Alan) in striped shirts, checked shorts wearing orange socks and sandals. Ah then I bought a pair of khaki shorts. Whatever.
Pic of Mr Lau if ya can't remember who he is

What else...Alan said I looked like an uncle because I was holding a plastic bag with lemon tea cans inside...someone said the photo on my IC looks like Takeshi Kaneshiro yesterday. Yup. And I'm like "HARH??!!! ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE SAYING THE CORRECT PERSON???!" Ahhh madcap world. I've spent a lot of money these few days...influenced by Roxy and Reebok mad people. Now I'm broke again. Boohoo. Uncle Kok has no money. Will someone donate money to this pitiful man?