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Me: Hey Dennis, Happy Birthday!! Many happy returns!

Dennis: Yea. Thks. Duty. NBCB.

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Now, I know that I am not supposed to be laughing here… but… ROFL!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cannot take it! Welcome to the Hell hole. The shit sink.

Dennis. I have three letters for you. O.R.D. lorrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I’m a Chevrolet Corvette!

You’re a classic – powerful, athletic, and competitive. You’re all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Sometimes after thinking about all the bad things that you have had happen to you over the past few minutes, or hours, or days, weeks, months or even years… you just have to think to yourself; Are you really that badly off?

Well, the answer is plain and simple. No. It’s only two letters. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realise that with your meagre pay packet of $1500 is not going to get you that $150000 MOFO BMW 7 series car, or that $1.5m condo by the cove. But the thing is, do you really need it?

I used to think that I had it bad. Father was a bad ass owner of a Construction company till he succumbed to a few sins. Resulting in a divorce with my mother, siblings quarrelling with each other. Me having so many injuries, eczema, etc. Cannot study, no future.

Take my house as an example. The heater is gone. Kaput. The stove is screwed up. The tiles are cracking. The paint is peeling. The gate is losing the battle with the rust.

Add up all the problems there and more, and you might say that I had a fucked up life thus far. But, compare myself to the children of war ravished countries, or  famine plagued ones, and I’ll be the first one to donate money instead of saving it for myself. The house, well, screwed up or not… it’s still something which puts a roof (or a neighbour above me) over my head. And I am thankful for that.

Yes, you think you’re not well off, but let me say this. You’re much more well off than many many others. And even those who are worse off, might smile and say that there is someone out there who is worst off still… and they might probably be right.

Super cute picture, don’t you think? Got this from a blooger nicked Analogkid. Though I am not a Star Wars fan, but still… hahaha!

It was a day of ups and downs.. well, more of downs really.

Malcolm decided to come down to Cairnhill CC to play basketball with me and some others, which was the first time in over Gawd knows how long.

All went well initially, Mark Zee of an Eye for a Guy fame came down with 3 Caucasian friends, we had Malcolm, Tiger, Danny, Dennis, Henry and myself.

It was a really good workout at first, then it went down, cos of the rain. However, once the rain stopped (passing shower), we resumed.

All was fun at first, lots of laughs here and there. But the turning point came when we got a little too serious. I went in for a challenge on Malcolm, and promptly collided with him, head to head.

Result? Malcolm had a huge gash on his left eyebrow, whereby I had a slight concussion, as this was the same area where I fractured my head some 3 years ago.

Sigh… SORRY MALCOLM! How I wished this hadn’t happened. Sigh…

For the moment. Life has been too busy for me, and in addition to that, I have been pretty peeved by how publishing a full entry results in me seeing only the title, and having to type it all over again.

1 hamster which I own, named Apple whom I adore and love, which is as stubborn as me.

2 is the number of credits that I had for O Levels.

3 is the number of watches I have currently.

4 is the number of times I have beaten my brother at Winning Eleven.

5 are the number of shoes/slippers that I have currently.

6 packets of instant noodles is my record for eating at 1 go.

7 is the number that I would have loved my jersey to reflect.

8 is the number that appears most in my life.

9 is the number of ligaments torn in my body (I think)

10 is the number of kilogrammes which I would like to lose.

11 are the number of course-mates in MDIS who wished me a Happy Birthday!

12 is the number of years I spent in Primary and Secondary schools.

13 are the number of terrapins I have kept over the course of my life-time thus far.

14 is the jersey number that I most wore often for G-net in the past.

15 are the number of stuffed toys that is laid on my bed right now.

16 is the amount that I currently have in my wallet.

17 was the number of my Singaporean idol, Fandi Ahmad. (nothing else to write)

18 is the legal age for drinking in Singapore (once again, nothing to write)

19 was the age that I begged to pass.

20 was the age which I cried to go back to 19.

21 is the day that me and my darling started dating.

22 is the number of centimetres which I would like to have, more.

23 is the number of my favourite basketball player of all time, Michael Jordan.

24 times that I am going to remind myself so that I won’t do this again next year.

25 is one of my favourite days, Christmas, as it is one of two times which my entire family can get to spend time with each other.

26 years ago to this date, I was born into this World. For the better of Mankind or not, in Greek, The Defender of Mankind I had come to be known as.

After doing OT for the past couple of weeks as well as exhausting sessions of basketball and gym, on top of me having fever and a sore throat for the past couple of days, I finally succumbed to the Z-monster, and overslept, thus forcing me to take half day’s leave.

I think I need a new alarm clock, one that offers good snooze and a great loud beep. Ah well…