you jump, i jump

the most exercise i did this week.


alijoe

that weird kid

i think alot of people have this deluded misconception i'm this ultra sociable guy. like this social butterfly that just flutters from people to people and hits it off with everybody like i've known them since primary three. but unfortunately, the opposite is the case.

quite a few of my friends have been like asking me,

"hey, you wanna join me and my friends for clubbing later?"

or

"is it okay if my friend joins us for dinner tonight?"

or like they just invite me for random social events.

i mean i do get that they've got good intentions and all but amongst strangers i just become this really introverted and shy guy. in simple terms, i become this social retard. now, dont roll your eyes at me when i say i'm shy. i am okay! i mean i dont come across as shy to my friends but to strangers i just clam up. i don't know why. maybe i guess i feel like they dont know me yet so they'll judge everything i say and do, so if i dont really do anything i'll be fine. or maybe i'm just afraid i make a terrible first impression and i dont wanna come across as a retard.

so all this fear of what others think of me create this armour around me that somewhat mentally protects me but at the same time shut me off. like a defense mechanism that protects strangers from seeing the real me and thus, judging me. in the end, i dont feel happy because i feel so restricted as i have to put on a front.

i dont know. maybe it's just me. i guess i'm weird like that. trust me, this is the least of my weirdness. there's all this other stuff about me that you'll find damn weird. like my concepts of sanctuary and my taste in fashion and music. its all just so different.

hopefully, one day i'll find a way to embrace it all. but for now, i'm stuck with being that weird kid.


alijoe

stuck in Funan

its raining damn heavily right now and i'm stuck in Funan. i know right! funan of all places. ali joe and funan are just things that do not add up. the last time i came here, i went to every single shop asking if they sold a 'wire for my camera' which at the end of the day i found out was called a 'USB Cable' in geek speak. how was i suppose to know such terms right. like omg seriously! *flicks hair*

so to pass time, i'm taking random fotos on my webcam and indirectly am attracting stares from people sitting around me.

anyways, i know i havent been posting much photos recently on my blog so just in case you forgot how i look like. here's a picture which i just took on my webcam!



i know!! i know!! i look damn fat now right. what?! you think the life of a bumming party boy includes exercise and gym meh? the only exercise i get is when i shake my money maker on the podiums of Zouk.

anyway, i better finish my Happy Meal before it gets cold. toodles!


alijoe

doctor doctor

i'm sick.

i hate being sick. i'm not somebody who gets sick easily but when i do get it, its major. sore throat, runny nose, coughing and the whole nine yards. my whole body just feels weak. all i do is just lie there on my bed, like those stranded whales on beaches, watching online shows on my laptop.

and you know how most people tend to lose weight when they are sick. i am the total opposite. the fact that i cant really taste my food makes me eat it even more so that i can somewhat feel satisfied. i drink tonnes of water which makes me bloat. and since all i do is just lie there on my bed, i dont exactly burn any calories.

being sick sucks!

white lies

today as i just came home from a run, yah right, well, nobody's gonna believe that. ok fine. i went to the shop downstairs to buy 8days. i mean, its like an errand right? and the saying is you RUN an errand, not walk an errand. so TECHNICALLY i'm not making it up when i say i did run.

ok, lets start over.

so, today as i came back home from a run (ahem), my mother approached me with a letter. you see, my mother has this habit of opening up my letters. not that i get many. most of them are bills anyway. one day i told her, nicely that is, that they're my letters and i wanna open them myself. and she replied coolly, in a very calm manner, "well, of course". she took a few letters with my name on them and passed it to me and said, "oh, here are your bills. don't forget to pay them on time ar."

from then on i gave her that privileged of opening however many letters of mine that she wanted as long as i dont have to pay for any of them. HA!

anyway back to what happened,

so she came to me with this piece of letter in her hand and said,

"wah, you spend so much money at this place called ZOCK ar?? you got so many clothes already! what else you buy there??"

i didnt remember buying any clothes from ZOCK and i definitely dont recall seeing a shop by that name before. so i took the letter she was referring to and guess what i saw..

'Zouk'

i went to my room, opened my wardrobe and took out a jacket she's never seen before and went back to my mum and said..

"nice?"




i'm like so going to hell.


alijoe

hate you D

i hate you.

i call - you dont pick up
i sms - you dont reply
i fb msg - you dont answer

i hate myself for being worried about somebody who's ignoring me.


alijoe

power of three

omg ali joe!!

stop fucking procrastinating!! stop it already!!


vanquish these evil demons of sloth i say!



i just finished season 1 of Charmed. now to season 2.


alijoe

hangout at the hangout

met up with slightly half of the tekong kids last night. wilson intro-ed us to this really cool place where you can play nintendo wii and board games. and they even have free flow of sweet popcorn, though i like mine salted. you know how too much of sweet popcorn makes you feel damn sick. especially like when you go catch a movie and you got a huge cup of coke which is like already sweet and then you have sugar sweet popcorn and in the end you start to feel like you're eating sugar. you get this really 'sick of it' feeling. that's why i like my popcorn mixed. get the best of both worlds. hahaha!! ;)



sometimes when i digress i get so damn long winded. never ask me to explain to you how a movie was, i get so long winded that you might just fall asleep.

anyway!!

great night playing super mario olympics and raving rabbids!! nintendo wii is like the shitz yo! everyone had fun!



alijoe

long story

so my grandparents came to visit from malaysia yesterday. and me being a nice grandchild decided to go wait for them at Tanjong Pagar Railway Station as they were arriving by train. i know right, damn old school but then they live somewhat near the railway station and its like more convenient for them. anyway, i digress.

the last time i was at the railway station was like when i was really really young so i decided to google how to get there and stuff. i also found the railway station website to find out the the arrival timing of the train. it was suppose to reach at 4pm at tanjong pagar.

oh, how wonderful would it be when they see me there waiting for them at the train station. like such a lovely surprise. i know right. i've already somewhat planned the whole scene in my head. although extremely exagerated complete with a soundtrack and all but hey, its my head so it can be as exagerated as i want it to be. anyway, i digress.

take mrt to tanjong pagar followed by a short ride on bus number 80. that was the plan. and 2.45 pm was the time i was suppose to leave my place. but knowing me, punctuality was never my best asset. it was 3.30pm and i was still at home. cabbed there instead and reached at 3.45-ish.

i was wearing a plaid shirt with a cardigan over it and a nice pair of black pants. you know, a little demure for the grandparents but still keeping it boomz, for the lack of a better word.

changi airport have always been lauded as one of the best airports in the world. so how could our railway station be any lesser. oh how was i wrong, so so wrong.

imagine the most rundown bus interchange in singapore you can think of. now imagine it bigger but instead of busses, there are railway tracks. there was no aircon and mind you, i was dressed like a european schoolboy in autumn. even with the cardigan off i was still sweating like a fat boy during TAF club. fucking unglam. so after i waited for like 15minutes, which felt more like 2 hours in the sweltering heat, i approched the arrival section and waited.

and waited. it was 4.10pm. the train is late. so i decided to approach the ticket booth, now perpetually drenched in sweat like i just finished having the best sex of my life, and i said to him

'hi, wasnt the train suppose to arrive at 10mins ago?'

totally expressionless and monotonuously he replied, 'delayed'.

'i see, but for how long?'

'train come 445' he mumbled.

after a few seconds deciphering that he was trying to say the train was 45mins late. i was like going WTF.

30more minutes to endure.

you know the bad thing about the place is that there is really nothing to do. you know how at the airport you got all this lovely shops that you can browse at to pass the time or maybe a starbucks that you could grab a java chip frappucino at to while the time away. but nooooooooo, all they had was like a mama shop (convenience store) and some kopitiam-ish eatery. what on earth was i supposed to do, order teh tarik in that coffee shop and chill? you might as well just ask me to prop up one leg on the chair to get the whole experience.

so i bought a bottle of coke zero and decided to find some nice windy spot outside and start to organise the inbox in my handphone. the sun outside was scorching and even if there was wind, it was blowing hot air. it kinda feels like standing infront of a hair dryer. muthafucka.

so fast forward to 30mins later. it was 4.45pm and the train arrived punctually. punctual on the delayed timing that is. i waited and waited.

and waited.

"maybe they got a lot of luggage and walking really slowly cause you know how grandparents walk slow everywhere. its like a different timezone or smthing" i thought to myself.

until the last person came out of the train, still no grandparents. what the heck!

i asked a few of the train staff if there were anymore passengers inside. they said, this was their final stop for the time being and all the passengers have alighted. WHAT?!

so i decided to call home and complain to my mum bout this whole shit. and GUESS WHO PICKED UP THE PHONE???


my grandfather.


now did you know if you took the train you can alight at woodlands too? well i didnt. woodlands was apparently the stop where you get down to get your passport stamped and you could either get back on the train and go all the way to tanjong pagar and or just leave from the woodlands station itself.


well, now i know. so much for giving the grandparents a surprise huh.


alijoe

dear mel mel

i love how you love to nag at me. :)

ilu2!


blowjob's on me!


alijoe

mr procrastinator

i'm really annoyed with myself.

it's already march and i'm still jobless whereas most of my friends have somewhat already started on their career. and here i am still waking up at 1pm and bumming my life away. while everybody i meet tell me how much they envy this lifestyle i lead, i feel otherwise. but hey, the grass is always greener on the other side isn't it.

i'm not disillusioned, i know it's my fault that i'm still unemployed. no matter how many excuses i can come up with or those that my friends tell me to make me feel better, in the end it still comes down to me. there's a huge gap between knowing you're at fault and doing something about it and i definitely know where i stand.

procrastination is definitely one of my major issues. i'm like the 'last minute' guy. if i had something to do and let's say 2 months to do it, i'd only start 3 days before the deadline. you can look at it as a weakness or choose to see it in a positive light and say that i work better under pressure. and right now, there ain't enough pressure.

well, yes, i do get the neverending nagging from the parents, and the constant reminder of my depleting savings everytime i withdraw cash from the ATM. so what is it exactly that's making me procrastinate?

maybe, its fear. fear of the unknown or fear of change perhaps. i've never really worked a day in my life and this transition from being a student to a working adult is too drastic. i've got no point of reference. i don't know what to do.

it's like how kids always cry on the first day of school. it's not because they hate school or because they miss home but because of this fear of transition. being catapulted into a new environment makes me really nervous too.

enough.

it's time i do something about it.



maybe, after i catch this latest episode of Desperate Housewives.


alijoe