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Sunday, December 25, 2005

I just found out that some of my friends thought my previous post hilarious. It's like "What the F**K?!" Ok, let's be serious. I don't like being called gay. I'm not and it's annoying like hell, plus the fact that nowadays my temper flares up easily if I'm called gay.

To start on what's happened today, Christmas, at LK's house. It was quite fun talking to LK's dad, the dude an ego, who demonstrated that he could Karate chop a whole bunch of wooden chopsticks and smash ice cubes into little pieces. He kept insisting he could do it though we never said he couldn't, which ended up with him getting a sore hand. It was obvious he was in pain, because all the veins in his forehead popped out, plus his body language. It was very ego, though we all suspect the huge amount of alcohol he imbibed could be another cause of his ego surfacing. Then Ralph appears, coming up from the void deck where he and a few other guys went to drink, with a 5 litre keg of Heineken. He comes over to the table where we're sitting and hits my right shin with the bottom of the solid metal keg, which still has half the contents left. The moment the protruding bottom edge of the keg hits my shin pain shoots up my leg. I told him that if he dared do it again, I'd hit him really hard. And he had the balls to tell me he'd use the keg to hit my head it I did.

Imagine the balls of the f**k-head I call a brother. If he's already an asshole when sober, you know he'll be more of one when he's been drinking. I don't know why but somehow people use the excuse of "I've got alcohol in my system" when they drink to justify their actions. For Ralph's case, it's an excuse to be more of an asshole. He's got a problem there. And like everyone who drinks (I mean only alcoholics), he tends to let his ego really show. If you thought his ego is like already 100% shown when sober, you'd think it's been multiplied like ten-fold when he's drinking.

And Isaac, I don't know what's his problem. I try to help him find the f**kers who robbed him and LK, he says I led him on a wild goose chase. It's his own damn fault he took his own sweet time to get down to Bishan when I called him. You can't blame me right? I'm with some friends, so you can't expect me to just up and leave to follow those suspects right? If only he got his ass down quick he could probably have a chance to nab the bastards. But I get the blame when Isaac gets down with some others and the suspects have already left. It's his own bloody fault he's indecisive about things. Just because he's been robbed doesn't give him the right to think that everyone should do things according to how he thinks they should be done.

Right now, I should be in bed, just like every year, and then wake up at 11.30am to go to church. But this year I'm not going to go. I don't see why I should. I don't mix well with the people there. I'm just treated like some nobody. I don't see why I should endure all those fake smiles and greetings. Only a few people I know in church are really genuine. I've been hearing all about "Bring more people to Christ" from all the leaders. And after months of not attending church, I come back and still find the same old faces. Talk about irony. The leaders who should take the first step at bringing people to Christ have nothing to account for. I think through all these years, I was the only one who actually brought someone who stayed, and that person is Justin Chan. He's still quite enthusiastic though he's studying in Australia. It's quite sad about the irony, but what can I do about it?

But anyway, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas! Enjoy your day and don't screw anything up.

Kenny died at 5:34 am