Happy Boxing Day

Yeah right, how happy can it be? So as i was sharing with my occasional prata buddy(Sam) about the big philosophies yet again few hours ago, i started telling him how interesting this Christmas weekend was to me. Let me just roughly list them here, just note that they not in order of sequence of which the events happened, but i'll try to make them run in order for easy reading purposes.

SMS-ed my close OCS buddy(U-Jin) and bid him bon voyage for his holiday trip to Manchester. The only request i had for him after his kind thought of wanting to get me something, was to bring Torres to Old Trafford next year. For those football fans out there, i'm sure you know what i meant. Though he also promised me that he would bring Eric Cantona's statue back for me as well, i'm sure my request will be entertained by him. We shall see.

Got some calls and SMS-es from this egoistic, lives in her own world gal(Sharin), and i'm not being rude here, for that she proudly admits to them and has intentions of bringing this strong character of hers down to her grave. Strange like the person itself, the conversation came from a peculiar place; funeral. And so the question was posted to me asking about my experience with funeral, and yeah i know have some to share.

In fact i have attended 5-8 funerals so far, not really a good number to be proud of though and i was pretty young back then. 4 of which were my grandparents, 1 my cousin, 1 or 2 more for my relatives. All of these which i have attended were not just the mere visiting on certain days but staying over for days. I still recalled my grandparents' funeral were the most memorable ones. All for the wrong reasons.

Like how i dozed off trying to keep awake sitting on a stone chair, and the next thing i knew was that i'm already lying just inches away from the wooden box. Chinese apparently has the believe that young kids should sleep near the deceased. For that we will be protected or some sort, but i wasn't that freaked out when i woke up. Not forgetting the cold pale white faces i saw through the small glass-window opening before the casket was nailed shut. And also the sad but unforgettable images of the casket being pushed into the flames, though as a young kid i was supposed to be back-facing it when it's being cremated.

So ask me how i feel about funerals, i'm pretty numbed by it now, but nonetheless, it does make me appreciate life. My cousin's funeral was one not to be forgotten. Young NUS undergraduate killed in a car crash. The images of her in stitches after they tried to put her back from pieces and into shape for the funeral, still vividly lingers at the back of my head. Imagine lying there with all the injuries, i bet it hurt triple more than what you feel when you sees it.

So now you must be thinking whether all these caused me bad childhood memories. And maybe explains why i'm so fucked-up now. You tell me.

Spend the day writing some greeting testimonials for my peers in friendster and sent some Hallmark E-cards out. Like i mentioned previously, small deeds and actions which goes a long way. Whether it's meaningful or not, just give me some credits for spending time on it. Nonetheless, the effort is immeasurable.

SMS greetings from my peers wishing me a merry x'mas which never really turned out to be one, start coming towards the fairy midnight. It's nice to get one or two well wishes especially those i haven't been in contact for ages. Thanks once again.

MSN messages and call from my so-called gay buddy cum neighbour across the street cum ex-guildmaster, cum ex-schoolmate(Kenneth), so i guess it didn't take you long to find out why i'm still single don't you now? He got back from his x'mas celebration and was having bad tummy aches. Probably around 3am or so, when he left me a MSN message telling me he's heading to hospital. 8am or so in the morning, he dragged me out of my dreams to tell me that he's in SGH and will probably remain under observations and hospitalize for few more days, apparently over some virus infection.

SMS-es from a gal whom i once gamed with for many late nights(Esther), came asking me about Kenneth's condition. He finally got back to her around 8pm. The rest i would say is history.

Finished my CSI Las Vegas season 4 and 5, particularly pissed with the fact that most season 4 discs were faulty and jumped or hanged while trying to watch them. Nonetheless, the last 2 episodes of season 5 did make me emotional enough to feel worthwhile getting all the CSI series. When following evidence like a good CSI do, almost leads you to a live burial in a glass casket. Scenes which were touching enough to make you tear and you can bet on that, even if you're not a big follower of CSI.

Hosted a game of Dota for my buddies(Eugene, Sam, Derrick, Soontat) and spent almost 90 minutes on it. Never really like the idea of playing Dota, but i did it for the sake of everyone and knowing that it would take up quite some time away when i'm into the game, it was a good deal after all.

Spending more than a hour here typing this post, trying to get all my thoughts out here at 4:35am.

So as i wrap this post up, some of you might be wondering why i mentioned names. Not sure how many had the thought about whether my post sometimes are referring to them and such, thus i guess its better i try to list the names down whenever i could. If you're strong objections about your name being written or your speech being quoted out here, feel free to shut me up by leaving your name and your request in my tagboard. And you can be sure that your name will never appear again.

Now that you have gone through roughly what the great things i did for this lovely weekend, tell me that i should be expecting an even greater boxing day today.

As i'm typing this post out, i'm getting unsure about myself. I felt like i'm not really typing what i'm thinking. And all these thoughts somehow seemed so gloomy and sadistic. Call it dry-humour maybe, but it's just pure rubbish at times. Flattered by a comment from my pal (Maddie) in Australia, that i wrote well, with a stroke of genius for that what i wrote makes the reader forgets what i'm trying to get across at the end of it. Even repeated reading of my posts just only makes you feel sad. Period.

I wonder if that's what you call excellent writing, write to confuse and confuse to convince. Well, that's all i have. Whether it makes any sense to you or not, probably more junks will be coming out if i continue any further. Till then.

Happy 2007 in advance.