MaRvELgAL. Drunk When Sober.

I received another happy mail today. Although lately, I have been receiving quite a lot of happy mails hehehe.

You know when times are bad, it’s nice when people give you compliments for a change. Enough with the slum news everyone already knows. Recognizing your efforts, giving you praises in front of da big guy… it’s actually a very nice feeling, at least for me. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t really work for money. I mean, I like having loads of money but it’s not the main source of motivation of why I work. Strange but true.

Which is why I don’t let others fcuk with me. I am very clear on my objectives and goals. It’s nothing personal right? It’s business. Yet for the very same people who repeats this like some kind of chant in front of me, they are the ones who got it in reverse, and they don’t even know it.

Ahhs, anyways, allow me to bask in this glory for a moment.

Hmmm…. indeed.

It’s nice to gloat. 

My Pet Society pet, Cibet, just made an awesome poo poo. Just thought I’d share this:

Awesomest maximus!

pet society facebook poo

Just because you are lonely, you settled for second best. Of course I’ve been there before, until I turned 17. Whatever comes your way, you just try first, see how. But deep down inside you know the choice you made may not be the best, not what you expect, but you just try first, see how. Yes, there is always, always a perfect choice. I swear it’s true. And while you’re with your second best, you will never see the perfect choice, even if it’s just right in front of you.

Your life, not mine.

I still don’t think now it’s a good time, if you ask me. But then, I don’t feel sorry. I have eyes to observe and ears to listen. I can make my own judgement. Yes, I judged you. With your actions, you will end up being the same wherever you go. Sometimes, you gotta be a man and step up to the task. Sometimes you got to take the challenge head on. When you don’t, don’t complain about not being given doors to open. Of course I’ve been there before, I still turned 28.

Your life, not mine.

People these days aren’t so bright after all. What a shame.

Your life, not mine. 

I learnt a lot by observing people.

My life, not yours.

Let me tell you what makes a great party.

Me.

Hahahahaha.

No seriously.

Anyway, I said before that I had the best party ever. Ever and ever and ever. Because I went out with the coolest, most sporting, most happening, most non-conformist dudes and dudettes, who totally blew away my expectations and we HAD FUN. That was the main point. Screw manners, screw adulthood, screw looking good all the time.

Don’t believe me?

MsGreen booked us a place at The Pump Room, where, back to history lesson here, Fay Ter got drunk and puked all over my shoes and until today, I’ve never worn them anymore. Apart from that, the band’s always awesome. You know why? Cos they’re mostly Malays and Malays make good rocking band. They are the ultimate mat rockers.

The Pump Room is situated at Clarke Quay, where a lot of ang mohs and wannabes like us hang out and act cool. The place is OK lar, but I wished they could do away with the pillars. MsGreen managed to get a nice corner seat looking outside, yes yes, the one where Fay got drunk also.

Love the shimmery overhead hanging deco on our table.

A blog without a picture of me below the shimmery, is always not possible, so says Confucious.

And I love making a fool out of myself, thus…

OK, on a more serious note, da face of a 28 year old girl.

……

WTF?? I’m already 28!!!!?!?!?!?!?!

OMG OMG! OK enough joking around.

I really need to think about my future.

The question in my mind…

I am especially proud of myself today because I conquered my fear of heights.

My boyfriend’s colleagues organized a tree top rope climbing adventure at Bedok Reservoir and I got to join them. This morning’s weather was great btw, sunny and bright. Unfortunately, I don’t have any pictures to share with you because it’s not advisable to bring any gadgets with you during the entire event.

First, we needed to sign a disclaimer form, much like if we get injured or die, the organizer will not be responsible.

Next, we were briefed by the instructor and all I could do was couldn’t help but stare at his crotch area. I didn’t mean to be a pervert but… well… wearing those straps… it wasn’t really… pleasant to look at hahahaha!!! Then I started comparing… urm… balls sizes… Anyway, we put on our helmets, got a little bit of training on the grounds and we were good to go.

Looking from the ground to the platforms on trees high up seems like alahhh it’s nothing. But once I was up there, my legs couldn’t stop shaking. Actually, my whole body just froze. Cannot move, afraid to move. Felt dizzy, felt nauseated. Even with all the safety harness, I couldn’t help but to think of the worst. What if I fall down? Will people catch me? Will there be a thump sound? Will people scream? What if the wires broke? What if so many things….

YOU REALLY GET TO BE REALLY REALLY HIGH UP THERE OK!!!! 

It’s just so funny how our mind works sometimes. And it’s just as important to know, that our minds really control our bodies. Once I’ve gotten used to the height and kept talking to myself, "aiyah nothing will happen wan, it’s so safe. aiyah nothing will happen wan, it’s so safe. aiyah nothing will happen wan, it’s so safe.", my body got used to the works and it wasn’t so scary anymore. Though, my hands were a little bit painful from all the rope clutching and holding and gear switching, it was nothing but fun.

There are 4 sites for you to go through, each site and each course has its own difficulties. Some were just walking on static planks from trees to trees, some where just climbing ladders. More difficult ones are walking on thin wires with ropes hanging above you for support and walking on swaying planks/ropes. The easiest one would be the what they call "zip lines", that’s when you fix yourself on the thin wires with a pulley attached to your hip strap and glide through the reservoir or from top of trees to ground, so there isn’t much walking to do. One particular course I could remember was the Tarzan swing where there was a slight moment of free fall, then you hit your body onto a net. Fucking exhilarating. 

It was a really great mind and physical exercise, something different to do in Singapore lor. I greatly recommend it to everyone. And it’s not expensive at all, only $28 per person. 

Halfway through the course I looked at my boyfriend and we both grinned in evil. We were thinking at the same time how we MUST MUST MUST organize this for our friends, especially for Fay just to prove her son will be gay and her daughter will be lesbian.

So, wanna go?