A Night Out!

My ears are still ringing very loudly and my hearing's a little impaired though it is much better as compared to when I first came home.

Following from last night's long chat with AD (which resulted in him going out and me going home as I did not feel up to it), I had a nice and slow morning snuggling between the covers given the fantastic and cool showers of rain have on the atmosphere. I guess I slept quite a tad too much, as I was unable to concentrate in Japanese class and it did not help that the principal of the school took over my class for listening and conversation as the CYK sensei has taken 2 weeks break to get her Lasik treatment. He's a good teacher, but only if you come prepared! I skipped last week class and did not know about the homework, hence making me scrambling madly over the assigned homework in case he called me!

After class, I felt a little reflective and went back once again to Bugis (I go there almost every Saturday evening after Japanese class). I have come up with a little routine of sorts - after getting off the MRT station, I will go to Bugis Junction to get my weekly dose of bacon-and-cheese takoyaki, then depending on mood I might either drum at the arcade, take a stroll in Kinokuniya or just some aimless shopping. I felt rather hungry even after the takoyaki this time (I missed lunch due to a heavy breakfast) and thought I would have dinner at Hans where the NLB building is. I had quite a good time to myself there, observing the throngs of working professionals congregating together to discuss about their assignments as part of their part time degree courses. It got me thinking about my future plans, by which I felt a little lost as I am currently floating around aimlessly. Suddenly, I felt the impulse to hit the town. I am unsure if it was AD's suggestion the previous night but it suddenly seem so desolate that here I am sitting alone in the middle of nowhere. And so I went!

We met at Tanjong Pagar (that was the second time in the day I was there - my Japanese classes are at Tanjong Pagar as well) and headed for our favourite karaoke pub where people sing melancholic songs. AD was rather funny - while I tried valiantly to translate the lyrics (which I summarise now and then as "Love and Lost"), he insisted adamantly that they should sing a song where a dog has died to make a true statement about the sad state of affairs in life. He was drawing a cultural reference from country songs that have a similar obsession.. so silly! After a lot of procrastination I finally sang Simple Plan's "Perfect", scaring a few patrons away in the process. Oh well!

It was around 2 when we ended and we thought we better find some place to dance before we miss the chance (the dance spots around the area close at 4). So we went!





That was nice! It was then I realise the need to let my hair down more regularly. I guess I am still adjusting to work?

I am once again reminded about making each day count and as such, I shall attempt to take a picture of my life each day. Here is one I took this afternoon when I had my lunch:


I am unsure if old age is the reason, but I am really into kopitiam-styled kopi and teh. I chanced upon ZX, a primary school classmate and I think he must be wondering why am I sitting alone in a coffeeshop drinking kopi like the older men surrounding us.

Yikes!