This happened a few weeks ago. I came back quite late, about 3:45am. Before I entered my room I just felt something was not right. I could feel a presence. Then I heard the sound of bells, the kind which a kids wear on their legs. Suddenly, the darkness seemed fearful.

Hesitantly, I slowly opened my door. The smell was terrible like clothing that has not been dried properly. As the door slowly creaked I felt my heart pulsing in the moments before I turned on the light. There it stood, a small black figure on my bed. It stared back with green eyes.

Slowly it walked towards the window and climbed out of it. Damned it, if that cat comes into my room again, I’ll use my mozzie racket to zap the hell out of it.

The bells are on its collar and the smell really did came from clothing that didn’t dry properly. I still hear the bells outside my room nowadays. If it does come in, Bob will be waiting for him.

Speaking of Bob the mozzie racket, I bought new batteries. The last time the batteries were weak, I showed my brother that it was completely harmless to touch it while it was on. I put my palm to it and got a little sting. When I replaced the batteries however, he touched it with his finger. What resulted wasn’t very pleasant as he even felt the jolt in his toes. Jackass.

I slept at 6am yesterday. Some people actually wake up at that hour. I woke up this afternoon at 1:30pm because of my brother’s guitar playing. Yeah , I know he’s good but at 1:30pm in the afternoon ?? People are trying to sleep !!

I then proceeded to play a computer game. Then I ate lunch. I watched some anime ( Naruto’s kicking Sasuke’s ass!! )Then I played my Playstation2 (damn , Grand Theft Auto rocks). Then I ate dinner.

Ahhh … a typical bumming day. One day when I’m working I’ll look back at these simple days. I realise that the whole day I was only in my room , the toilet and the kitchen !! My world is so small !!

Phew , lucky I’m actually going out later. Checking out the Mont Kiara Jazz Fest. And a Mcflurry .. yum yum. Whoops , I’m going to be late …

I actually did get out of the house today. I played pool and bowling with Wai and Ashlin. I realize I really suck at pool. Wai had his worse day of bowling with a score of 18. He’s gone into denial and repressing his memories. One thing about the 1U bowling alley beside GSC, never take lane 14. The stupid lane curves a bit toward the end. And 14 is an unlucky number. Sure die one.

My personal bowling best score : 84 (Yes , I don’t play much)

I watched Die Hard 2 . Yipee-Kayaaayy Mutherfuckers !! I love that movie.

It’s pouring outside. Something about the rain that reminds me of peaceful moments. Grateful that these memories are inside but the painful realisation that they’ll never be relived. Something about the rain. Of rain and melancholy ….

I’ve been stuck at home for the past 2 days. Not because I’m imprisoned but maybe I have anti-social tendencies ? Been sleeping at 5am and waking up at 1pm. Even then I’m tired when I do wake up. What is this ? Lethargy ? The life of a bumming hermit.

I’ve also been reading a book about Friedrich Nietzsche. He stood at the forefront of the intellectual pantheon of the 19th century with Karl Marx and Sigmund Freud. Marx’s critique of the social-economic system and Freud’s analysis of psycho-sexual life has been well assimilated by the late 20th and early 21st centuries. The ideas of Nietzsche however, remain on the horizon of modern conciousness.

Out of that book , some of my favorite lines include:

“What is done out of love occurs beyond good and evil”

He said this in retaliation to what religion has labelled Love or sensuality. Sex has been reduced from it’s former glory to just vice.

“Madness is rare in individuals but is almost certain in herds”

This refers to people acting irrationally when in groups. The herd-mentality.

“All instincts that are not allowed free play turn inward.”

He is reffering to desires unfulfilled because of moral or religious obligations. These repressed desires would manifest themselves as disorders. This is the basis of repression, which Freud later elaborated.

Interesting stuff, defintely relevant today. Okay, time for me to get out of the house.

So I scrapped my idea of time travel. I’ll just have to be smarter now than to expect a future me to get myself out of trouble.

The game, otherwise known as Defense of the Ancients(dota) consist of one bunch of people trying to whack the other bunch of people while defending their ancients. The ancients consist of one huge tree and a frozen toilet. Don’t ask why. Well, what’s fun about the game is that it brings out the worse in people. For example:


Me : meyeh ??!! meyeh ??!! Keng ar ?? sei cai !!
(translates as , what ??!! what ??!! , scared ar ?? damned bastard !!)


Wai : Come ar … scared ar ?? Punk ass bitch !! Chap sei kai !!
(translates as , please come, disorderly buttocks of a female dog. Kill stealer. )

Nick : I uh… had to buy items lar … uhh cannot help lar … sorry about stealing kills though .. uhh.. I too terror mar … HAHAHAHAAHHAH!

Justin : I PWN NOOB ASS !! raaAAWWWwrrr !!
(translates as , I destroy beginneer’s buttocks. Expression of strength. )

These are perfectly normal people in real life. I swear.

Another thing about this game is that most girls will never, I mean never , and I mean NEVER be caught dead playing this game. They think they’re too cool for this game. Show me one girl DOTA player and I’ll flip upside down for you.

Oh wait, Caryn plays does she ? She’s so cool. ( Jason does a backflip , figuratively ).

“A virtuous person is praised by others for the good he does. The virtues include obedience , chastitiy , justness , industriouness , etc. If you possess a virtue … you are it’s victim!! Thus , we praise virtue in others because we derive advantages from it. “