Super di siao Saturday night with fellow di siao-ers.
Now we know that Mendi is a sensitive fella. (outraged and slightly violent response to Lulu's mention of his lack of girlfriend)
And we know that we must suit up if we wanna get girls. (Kumar)
Or that good looking people earn 25% more than average people. (Teh)
And that pursuing a healthy lifestyle can provide good conversation topics with kips. (Me)
Most importantly, "Don't cross the line" (Mendi)
All of the above is true of course, being the highly intelligent (and vaguely deluded) individuals that GMH has come to represent. (ok, maybe not everyone is intelligent or deluded, no pointing of fingers.)
Perhaps the most important take-way point of the evening, we are all nice, decent-looking guys with good futures and careers, so why are there no kips in GMH???
Although I must say, I've gotten so used to a kip-less existence to the point that its almost dangerous. Get home to an empty house at 3am. Sit down at the dining table with a tea and my dogs around me. Work on my paper til 5am, in time to see the start of a new day. Collapse in bed. Wake up a mess at 3pm to pick my folks up at the airport. Work on my other paper til now.
Somehow I'm happy. (Although having a kip will make me even happier.) I've lived the life of a carefree writer for the past few days, cooking meals for myself at all the wrong times, sleeping at weird hours and waking up at even weirder hours. Driving out when I need something and zipping back home in time to write. Wearing geek t-shirts to town. Talking to my dogs and admonishing them for bad behaviour, as if they're the kids I never had. (They are.)
Can I live that sort of life for the rest of my life? Certainly, I just need credible first book to be published. Maybe a fellow pomo traveller as my significant other would be fantastic. If not, so be it. I'll write more.
2am at Hougang: guy lugging his friend home, completely knocked out.
Forever-am at wherever: my mind lugging my soul home, completely numbed.
Ang Heng
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