  Can't really sleep but am tired really. I was rushing like mad in the gym today in order to beat the gym 'bunnies' to the bench presses. They'll pump iron and then drop the weights with a loud heave. Then, admire themselves in the mirror. I mean, do they have to do that all the time?! Talk about vanity 'lair' lol I think the gym culture has been seeing much increase in members nowadays.
It seems what the advertisments and magazines dictate - it is the ultimate bible for the mass audience. I can't seem to be like them, killing myself over 2 hours in there like there's no tommorrow. Life is short already. I don't intend to 'kill' myself. The gym is a good place to keep fit - lean. Have realistic bodies.
Not stick thin wafer female bods or killer brad pitt bod (in Troy which i refuse to see as the review I've got from everyone is "Brad pitt has a good bod"; what sort of a movie review is it!? ) . Enough of bodies. I just want my tired body to sleep soon. Trying to break the 2am sleep timing but I can't seem to do it. It's like I'm becoming a vampire.
I wish I could turn into a bat and fly over to various countries; suck people's blood (and also other 'things') hehe.. The only thing that has been sucking my blood is the tonnes of assignments for my upcoming 3 modules for my school. I'm doing Online Journalism (which has been postponed like twice, no lecturer confirmed and seems we will be slotted on Sunday's 9am Arrrgh), Radio and Television Journalism (where i get a young lady lecturer who thinks she's funny; speaks with a monotonous tone that puts all to sleep) and finally Media Text (interestingly Murdoch Uni graduate; Cheryl Fox (also Charlotte in SATC) look-a-like chinese 27yr old gal whose having a hard time dealing with students in my school). Well, we had a presentation about representations during Media Text. Communication subjects is the best time to 'smoke'. Seriously, I'm blessed and fortunate during presentations.
I remembered when I was in my secondary school. I hardly can form or finish a sentence like a snap. Smoked my way through like a breeze today and I thought to myself. Why can't I just speed through with the rest of my life like the way how I 'smoked' in class? *sighs* Gosh, maybe life is like a cocktail where you need the right concoctions. What is the right ingredients anyway?
There is no right stuff. Who tells you that it's right or wrong? I'm sure the blind man in Orchard road would tell you it's right to help him. But when I did help him up the stairs (me filled with sympathy and kindess) - he said "NO". He said "I don't need your help, just give me money. " For a moment, I just stunned.
He in fact used his disability to get someone's attention and then expects them to pay for the tissues which he was selling. Do you think his actions were low-down or that's what people do for survival? When my galfrd was harassed in Bangkok by money boys - telling them how beautiful they were, how they would send them off with flowers and fruits, fondling them topped with sweet nothings - have the world become a place what we think it is? Not sure if I shared the cab shocking experience which I got recently with you guys. But I took a cab to Sengkang with $12.00 to meet a friend. Turns out when I took the cab back, it was $22.00.
Why? Simply, the cab driver refuse to listen to my instructions to take the expressway and my directions which I gave. He took me for a ride around Singapore - I was slightly tired keeping quiet. Then when he stopped me in front of my home (which I've already travelled Up North, Central and finally east) - he ask me to pay up. I look at him with horror and said. Let me ask you.
When I gave you directions to take the TPE to take me home from Sengkang, why didn't you take it? He replied "Oooh really, did u say it? " Well, Yes I did say it. Anyway, thanks for the ride you gave me around Singapore but you deserve $12.00, which I paid the last cab driver. Bye. I walked away, pissed and glad (that I never gave in).
Yeah, comfort drivers - you have not seen the last of them... I'm not sure what the chicken rice seller (a.k.a. part-time fortune teller) said when I was going to move mid of next year. Maybe I'm just tired with what is around me. Guys are either taken or cheating. Please, can I just be a plant - at least I'm asexual; not worried about sex :P Greens for you during lunch, anyone? 
