Another update for the non-existent readers.

I said I would try and update daily, i guess i really did kept to my word, maybe because i'm bored everyday.

so i'll be going penang from 2 - 5 dec. somehow i feel as if im not going at all. feel unprepared, not excited at all, just a neutral feeling. im not reluctant. just neutral. how do u express feelings like that? someone should invent a word for this neutral feeling.

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each day is getting more boring than ever. everyday its the same old routine, in fact this feels worse than school days. still trying to find job.. argh. forget it. i'll just write some random story now to cure my boredom.

RANDOM STORY

Nat hated his life. Every part of his life was a failure, whether it was family, friends, love, work, etc. All it took was one extremely bad day.

It was like any other day Nat lived, he woke up reluctantly to the endless, monotonous drone of his cell phone's alarm. Switching off the alarm routinely and rubbing his eyes, he dragged his feet drowsily towards the washroom. As usual, he proceeded to take a shower, lazily applying soap and shampoo. It was completed just like any other boring shower on any other day. He wrapped himself in a towel, freshly cleaned by his old aged mother. Staring at the mirror looking at a dreadful and tiresome face, Nat began brushing his teeth in a slow clockwise motion. With his mouth rinsed and the whole toilet routine complete, Nat dressed into his hateful uniform. How he wanted to just rip apart that collared shirt, and throw his tie in the toilet bowl, flushing it down with sickening joy, Nat thought to himself. His hands did otherwise; they were already well trained in doing the same thing everyday, putting on his clothes for him as usual.

"Nat, hurry up, if not you'll be late for work!" Nat's mother yelled from outside.
"Uhh.." Nat muttered grudgingly.

Nat checked his cell phone; nothing. No messages or missed calls whatsoever. He sighed. He had been trying to talk to his girlfriend for a month, but she never replied or answered any of his messages or calls. As the days go by, Nat slowly lost hope and became more depressed than ever.

"HURRY UP!"

That was enough to send Nat in an irritated flurry towards his mother's car outside his elegant and well maintained mansion, leaping into the car as his mother set off towards his workplace. Nat was working as a clerk in a nondescript lawyer's firm, and just like most people in this world, he despised his job. As he said his usual goodbye to his mother, he walked briskly towards the tall skyscraper building, which would be his jail for 9 hours.

"Hold that do-" Nat shouted, as he rushed towards the lift, but it was too late, the lift door slammed shut at him, much to his anger.

Nobody cared about him. Nobody.

Entering the next lift, he was delighted that he was alone inside, nobody was there to give him curious glances making him feel uncomfortable. As the lift made its slow climb towards the 13th floor, it halted at the 7th.

"Damn," Nat thought to himself, as he did not like sharing the lift with someone else.

However, the door never opened. Nat became curious and pressed the "door open" button. When the lift door opened, all he could see was plain darkness. Nat was stuck between two floors. He cursed loudly to himself, spewing all the vulgarities he knew, slamming the lift walls hard. He waited, and waited. Nothing happened. He knew it. He knew his life sucks. Nat pressed the alarm button helplessly, hoping that he was rescued soon. That's it! He could call someone using his cell phone for help, maybe one of his colleagues. He reached into his pocket and drew out his phone, only to see 1 new message from his girlfriend fill his screen. In utter glee and delight he opened the message, it was as if he did not care that he was stuck in a lift, she was all that mattered. To his horror, three words that he dreaded so much to see was now on his phone's screen: "Let's break up."

Nat did not know what to do. He slid his phone back into his pocket, lying listlessly on the floor, depressed beyond anyone else in the world. The lift door closed, then the lift gave a clank, and began taking its steady course upwards again. The lift door opened, and the familia hateful sight of floor 13th stood before Nat. Nobody noticed he was lying on the floor, nobody cared that he was stuck in the lift. He got up silently, walking towards his cubicle, only to be hindered by his boss.

"NAT! YOU'RE LATE!" his boss roared, pointing a shaking finger at Nat's face, along with the usual nagging he gave Nat everyday about his lousy productivity and how useless he was.

Nat closed his eyes, tolerating the insults hurled at him mercilessly, walking continuously towards his cubicle. He sat down at his cubicle, his boss still bearing down on him. Nat was at his breaking point. He could not take it anymore. His life sucks.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP OK?" Nat hollered back at his boss, much to his shock and anger. Down the rows of cubicles, other colleagues poked their heads out in disbelief, Nat never spoke much in the office, and this was extremely epic.

"Pack up your things. Get out of my office. You're fired." Nat's boss said sternly, and walked away with an air of frustration.

Nat ignored the chattering of his colleagues, he did not care about what they said about him, just like how nobody cared about him at all.

As he packed his things, he suddenly got a phone call.

"Hello?" Nat said dejectedly.

"Hello? Are you the son of Jean Tan? She was just killed in a car accident. Please come to Rescue Hospital's mortuary to retrieve her body, and afterwards come to the police office, we need your statement."

Nat hanged up. This day was like any other day, his last day. He dropped his phone unfeelingly on the floor, running straight out the window from the 13th floor. As he hurtled towards the ground, he smiled to himself. He would finally be free from his epic fail life in a few seconds, death would end his misery.

Hi once again

So O Levels are finally over, 12th Nov it has ended. I'm saying this because maybe 10 years from now I might take a look at my archives, and then realised that my Os ended on 12th Nov, 2010.

Blogs. I hate updating them. But when i look at my extremely old posts, I realised its not just a blog. its more like a diary, i used to update it so often in the past. I just read a few posts I wrote last time. Some sounded so angsty and now that i think of it, immature. Some made me think what did I do to make me feel that way, as I have forgotten almost everything that happened last time. But all these posts made me realise something, i've matured from the sec 1 me. Creating this blog 4 years ago seemed much longer ago; reading my first post ever was like talking to another person even though it was the same person that pressed the keys on his keyboard and thought of what to type, staring pensively at the computer screen, eager to make his blog post long so he could publish it as soon as possible.

Good times.

Since my previous post, so much has happened i lost track, and now with the Os over, I have a few things in mind.

To do:
get a job
buy more clothes
get a bike
go overseas
get a nerf gun longshot

and a lot of other stuff i cant think of right now.

applied for two jobs. both replied me, but they'll only let me know the confirmation by this friday. and i've been running at the stadium recently, going to the gym too soon. need to train myself up. every night before i sleep i am haunted by the fact that i am skinny. I had enough. i hate this body of mine. if i do not gain weight and bulk up i'd never survive. i do not want to end up like a wimp. it must not happen. it will never happen...

and getting a bike. my mum restricts me from getting one ever since i roller bladed to tuition when i was young. and if you're wondering why, its because i roller bladed on the roads and without her permission. but i was YOUNG, IMMATURE, CHILDISH, RECKLESS. she should at least understand that im not as stupid anymore and i know how to handle a bike. i love cycling. i love it a lot. i can never tire out on a bicycle, it makes me feel free that i can go on and on and on.

i think i've crapped enough. i will end here. Post O level activities have been really fun. will try and update this dead blog after so long. i wonder if anyone still reads it, since my last post was in september. LOL. Ok bye.