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Good Friday 2006
The rain is coming down hard outside and the throbbing in my head has gone away at last. What’s more, the god damn biology assignment is over and done with. All that’s left to worry about for the time being is electives essay, the mathematics topical test that will be coming up and physics assignment ,which I have yet to hand in because I thought I could hand it in today since I was supposed to be in school for a friendly match today. Strangely enough (or maybe not that strange after all), the up coming A’ division is having no effect on me whatsoever. I’m not feeling the stress, the anxiety, the adrenaline rush or any other emotions that may be running through most, if not all my other team mates. I reason with myself that it’s probably because I won’t be playing much or at all since I am still a green horn. Perhaps the only thing going through my mind right now is how far we can go and the satisfaction of it all when something is won and any doubters will thus be proven wrong.
I’m in sort of a fairly subdued mood right now and again, I am using my blog as a form of entertainment to help the hours go by faster. My relatives are coming over tonight to celebrate my father’s birthday for him. One can’t help but feel cynical on their sudden want to celebrate anything for my dad since they haven’t been doing so the past 20 years? My mother, brother and I all know that my dad’s side of the family is anything but good. However, being the simple minded, dim witted old folk that my father is, he refuses to see anything but positive about his brothers and sisters, even though sometimes it is just so slap-in-the-face obvious that they are taking advantage of him. It’s just so retarded that my father keeps complaining about me spending so much money and not wanting to send me overseas this year, when he can just brush off the $3000 my uncle owes him and the $600 interest that my aunt owes him. With that amount of money, he can not only afford to pay for my trip to Australia but actually pay off the debt to the house sooner. But no, my father, whose brain seems to have left him since he hit 50 (or maybe even 40), thinks otherwise. Bah, I’d better stop here before I go on even more about the atrocity of the idiocy of the sucker I call dad.
I just adore the rain. Okay, maybe not all the time. Though, when the situation is just right, the rain can be just wonderful sometimes, don’t you think? I love it when it rains in the break of day with my air condition still switched on. The bed just beckons for me to snooze in it a few minutes longer and enjoy the cool morning that the rain has brought to us. Even when it rains at night and you may not feel the least bit tired; it’s just nice to curl up in bed with a cup of hot Milo by your side whilst enjoying a good read. It doesn’t even have to be a novel or paperback, for me, a good comic or crossword puzzle will just do the trick. Usually I would hate walking home from school in the rain, getting my shoes all wet and handling all those cumbersome books, files and what nots. Nevertheless it can be reasonably nice when you are walking in the rain with a huge umbrella and only your feet (ankle down) is wet in the nice cool rain water. I guess many of you would be thinking that this all sounds like something you would come across in a book. But truth be told, I do enjoy the nice ambiance that the rain sets for us sometimes. Maybe I should learn how to cherish these few moments that the rain creates for us more, since they are hard to come by judging by the fact that it usually rains when I’m in school or the idea of school is what keeps you from lazing a while longer in the warmth of your bed.
I shall now leave you all with this much of the entry first. When the barbarians come over tonight for the free barbeque dinner (don’t ask me how they are going to carry that out in the rain, they’ll have their ways) which they have tricked my father into organizing for them, I will blog more about how I spend my Good Friday.
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Okay, the party is over. It wasn’t as ghastly as I expected it to be. Being the anti-social person that I am when it comes to my father’s side of the family, I managed to spend a good deal of the day in my room playing the Sims2 and watching some music awards show on channel five. In fact, for the first time in history, my father or mother wasn’t hounding on me to down to amuse or serve the guests. Also, another thing that I rejoiced over was the fact that no one brought any of their annoying progenies, I call my cousins, along.
Of course I went down in due time, to devour dinner that is. The barbeque had just started when I went down and I planted myself in the kitchen, ready to pounce on the food when it was done. Dinner was good I suppose. There were squids, prawns, hot-dogs, two different types of fish, sting rays, sweet potatoes and chicken wings! There was also the usual bee hoon or vermicelli (for those people out there who use the Queen’s English) that my mother would prepare whenever we have any sort of major gathering involving people of numbers 10 or more.
I’m currently stuffed and not in a good way. I don’t enjoy the feeling of being stuffed in such an uncomfortable manner and it is probably due to the highly-concentrated-in-coconut-flavour agar that my aunts made/bought. I ate too much. At times like this I wish I was bulimic. Than I can just puke everything out without having the nagging voice in my head of putting on weight. In fact, I feel so fat right now, even though I’m fat 24/7, that I am going to end my post here and go do something about it. Sayonara for now!
farcical-rants - 2:44 pm - Friday, April 14, 2006
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