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some people who dont really know me wouldnt realise that i have a very bad temper. that however happens once in a blue moon when my patience has been exhausted or a lack of decency and respect is not adhered.

earlier today, both categories are covered. i shant bother on the details in order to make this rather dull blog a bit more colourful. i sincerely believe that what i am about to relate to you is colourful enough.

in any case, THIS is what sparked my outrage.

(arriving late for my class) bitch: 'You people change venues at your whim and fancy...'

(its 15 past 9am) me: 'fucking hell bitch! can you be a little ruder than that!'

(absent for first lecture yesterday) bitch:'what the...i dont think i deserve this from you...'

(fed up with Singapore's complaining society ailment) me:'i said, fucking hell bitch! and you think I deserve THAT from you!?'

...

i shall not hide behind a veil of excuses. i shall however say that i wouldnt have reacted that way unless provoked.

call me a biyatch. call me egoistic. call me sexist.

i was provoked. she got what she asked for. full stop.

i understand how much people loathe going for weddings. it's a chore really. meeting relatives you dont like. meeting people you hate. meeting people who claim that they've known you your entire live while you struggle to place them in any form of symbiotic relationship you might have.

some who revel in such an event use it as an opportunity to show off. their new clothes, their new cars, their new jewelry, their new better halves etc. etc. i have plenty of friends who revel in such instances. its a chance to tell the whole world that unmeaningful life have turned for the better to a rather life changing, earth shattering tasks of manning their new lives called 'the marriage'.

i resent that. they speak at and to you condescendingly as if you have done nothing worth the while or of value to society in your life. i really resent that.

however, as it was, the wedding on Saturday wasnt such an event.

surprisingly most of my relatives stayed on the course of the non-judgemental. they didnt even flinch when i told them that i was unemployed. it was a nice change indeed. it even made the wedding a nice place to be although i did become bored as soon as i arrived, as usual.

i stumbled upon an old journalist friend who is the best friend of an ex girlfriend.

i am always in denial as to how much time has passed and how time has flown. in that conversation the often avoided subject was breached. nevertheless it wasnt a nostalgic trip through romance, innocence and naivety but a contemporary jolt that shocked me into the realisation that a lot of time has passed ever since.

in case you are wondering, that exgirlfriend of mine is currently working as a social worker in Qabul, Afghanistan.

like a broken record this played in my head time and again:

it has been a while... it has been a while.... it has been a while... it has been a while.... it has been a while... it has been a while.... it has been a while... it has been a while.... it has been a while... it has been a while.... it has been a while... it has been a while....

who says rain only brings ill-fates and mitigated disasters.

when it poured cats and dogs and rats last night in Orchard Road, i had to take refuge in one of my former favourite haunts, Plaza Singapura. for years before i had left for Perth, that was the place where i received my musical education and my talents were honed.

however, in recent visits, the place have been swarmed by a thousand pair of strangers' eyes. that could either be attributed to my myopia or the increase in human traffic and the outflux of friendly personels.

however, the rain brought me to a chance meeting. it brought me a man named Rosli.

he is a guitar guru whom i studied with for a bit. further into the conversation, it was rather refreshing to hear that he has married his long standing sweetheart and more excitingly will be finishing up the final recordings of his debut instrumental album.

things are moving on aye...

from that encounter i managed to extract my former bassists' mobile number whom i duly contacted almost immediately.

hence that fated encounter let to another meeting of old acquaintances. the following meeting goes by the name of one Bani Rahman.

when i met him at Eunos Block 4, it doesnt seem that he has changed at all. same round figure. same round tummy. same corny musician's humour. just think Fat Albert...

a friend of his came by a little later while i was on my second tea fix.

i found out that she was a property agent and the rest as they say is history. to make matters worst, another one of those property agents came by and sat with us.

at one point in time i had only 3 things to be thankful for. God, for still having faith that my life is worth the while. Bani, for being present, and a mug full of tea, to keep me occupied while my heart fidgets.

well it wasnt that bad of course. but we kept drifting in and out of everday topics and property agent sanctioned topics. so while zoning in and out of conciousness, eventually i zoned out completely and chose to become Rob Zombie.

in that state of unconciousness we all exchanged numbers.

it was 1130 and i had to take my leave.

while immersing myself in Nick Hornby's world of How to be Good, i received a text message (amongst few others).

the most notable one being:

'... its an honour to noe sumone with high qualifications like u, yet so humble...'

nnnnnnnoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not another Yvonne Kwan!!!

for reasons many Americans would choose to ignore, today, i shall smile a bit broadly, while a little dance of joy is appropriate and thumping-in-the-air fist is called for.

how i wish days like days would stay forever...

so excuse me while i kiss the sky and bask in the momentary sense of glory...

it is going to be difficult to wipe this grin on my face for the next few days in the light of Manchester United's defeat at Parkhead, Glasgow.

it is going to be tough to wipe this grin for the next few weeks if Man U doesnt qualify for the second round.

It is even going to be an impossible task to wipe this grin until the rest of the season if Liverpool wins the Champion's League again.

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