Hug Me
I return from combat
Someone dies
I earn a degree
I go into surgery
Don't Hug Me
I spring for lunch
I get hit in softball (or for Singapore's case 'football')
I get over a cold
I get blackjack
By, Steven Wright
I felt like starting of with that today. Found it in the March issue of Reader's Digest. Along with it, I found out that Gurmit Singh is in the tenth position for the title of 'People Singaporean Trust'. It's a good read. Explains alot about how people place trust in TV figures and how sincerity is one of the key attributes when one comes to trust someone else.
Anywho, alot has happened. Andrew's birthday party took place. It was fun especially with this dude Patrick who was drunk like hell and then of course Yoga had to go all mighty crazy. He asked me if he should go all crazy and when I said yes, he was all bro like with Paul Twohill...that's how you spell his name right? Anyways, Yoga was all out crazy and it was funny to watch as he tried to steer Patrick and his entirely drunk friends away from the non- drunks. Funniest part, Patrick again. Here's a conversation that took place between Patrick, the Chinese drunk fellow, and Andrew, the Indian birthday boy. (I don't even know why I'm giving you the race. Might as well start listing down their height and weight along with it. Okay...I'm going to stop here before it stops getting funny : ))
Patrick: Andrew. Andrew. Andrew. (He talks in a British accent. Despite not being one.)
Andrew: Yes Patrick. (Says it like he's talking to a 5 year old.)
Patrick: Andrew I want this to be the most fabulous birthday party of your life.
(At this point, I'm thinking: WHAT PARTY???? The party ended like an hour ago when most of Andrew's friends and family went home! This was the slacking session!!! Whereby some of Andrew's friends stay back to hang out with him! But I decide to shut up and keep this to myself.)
Andrew: Thank you Patrick.
Patrick: I say....( he pauses for dramatic effect while emphasizing his British accent) you follow me over there and I get you drunk.
Andrew: No it's okay Patrick. (Still speaks as though to a 5 year old.)
Patrick: Andrew. Andrew. Andrew.
(I'm rolling my eyes at this point. Seriously....when will the dude stop!?!)
Andrew: Yes Patrick? (The ever so kind Andrew)
Patrick: Are you having the best, most fabulous time of your life ever? (wow...)
Andrew: Yes.
Patrick: BULLSHIT! (ahahahahahha)
Andrew: What? (sorry Andrew. You didn't hear him the 1st time did you. He'll say it again.)
Patrick: Bullshit! (what a character!)
So yeah that was my first meet with a drunk. Hilarious but also painfully sad. Painfully because I couldn't imagine myself in that position! Not knowing what the heck I was doing and not being able to control myself! Seriously if I ever wanted to get drunk, I'll do it in the comfort of my own home, lock myself in the room, drink, talk to the walls, rip my clothes, shout "BULLSHIT!" to the world from my window and then get kicked out from my home by my parents. YUP. That's what I'll do.
Besides that joyous most memorable occasion, the next few days were pretty normal. OH WAIT! French class. I started on Saturday and I kinda walked into the class picturing a Singaporean teaching the language and to my surprise, a good surprise, it was a French man : ) He had the accent and all even while speaking in English. I'm not saying that Singaporeans can't teach the language. They can. It's just that it's even better when a person of that country actually taught you. It's like viewing France their eyes.
And now I'm just ranting...Indication that this post you should end. In fact it is an indication for any blogger to stop. When one is rambling, nothing productive comes out of it.
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