publishing retrospectively

I am blogging with m thumb again. Feeling rather sleepy now. Which might have been expected for I woke at 10am and have barely slept a wink before waking up. Couldn't get to sleep before 6am nowadays. No football yesterday night. I wonder when are they going to show the african football. I get addicted easily. Anyway my daughter's name shall be chelsea. That's what I concluded after a hard soul searching.
Anyway I was having lunch alone at science canteen just now. Its abit lonely to be always eating on your own. I struggle to remember the last time I had lunch with any one at all. Bar yunnan. Which is why I always like going back. Cheap holiday aside, there is always company when you need it. And each year, the company just gets better. And of course, I get to do community service:)
And yah so I am a bit tight nowadays, not that my waist expanded by an inch or two. But my shrinking wallet is causing me to tighten up my purse strings. Not much income nowadays. But the tuitions are picking up. Getting a few calls every week already. Too bad this is a bad period with exams so near. I am still listening to offers so its going to be bad for my studies. But that's not the point. I was trying to say I am a pauper. I am using my phone to track my expenses, and hopefully it can curtail my reckless spending. So after spending twenty bucks on printing my pharm notes, I was left with a miserable 2.90. So I headed to the canteen, after heeding the rumbles of my stomach. There, I bought a plate of noodles for 2.70. And iwanted a drink as well. What can I buy witj 20 cents? Absolutely nothing, perhaps only tissue paper. But I wanted a drink. Left with no choice, I took out aaron's water bottle and went to the nearest water cooler. Its plain water for me. Good for my diet also. Somehow because of this highly commendable act, I felt quite holy. Or perhaps it was divine intervention, I made a claim: if someone brings a drink to me now,then I will be convinced God exists. If a pretty girl is the one to buy me the drink, I will convert instantaneously. Too bad Mr Almighty is too busy to help me out with my thirst, or maybe I was just too inane to realised somehow He has already satisfy my wish. Anyway at the end of my meal, I was none the wiser.
Well I was just being wishful in the first place. I am going home right now. The train I am on now has 5 more minutes before it departs harbourfront. I am in a semi comatose state and a part of me wants to keep typing. Divine intervention?recently I like to attribute some of my unexpainable or unreasonable behaviour to the supernatural. I am not psychotic yet. Usually I enter that hallucinational state while falling asleep.
I wish that there is some electrode which I can just plug into my head and all that I want to write or say will appear in microsoft word. That would really save me time and effort. The train is beginning to fill up. I hope no elderly or pregnant women gets up at dobby ghaut. I am rather comfortable in my curent state. My eyes half closed, looking no where but at m phone's screen. Indifferent to all that's happening around me.
Now I am heading home to catch the semi finals of the australian grand slam. Federer is playing and there is this 38th seed upcoming and rising youngster already in the final. Things might just get abit interesting. I am late for the start already. With such snail like bus services in singapore, how can anyone expect to be on time anytime? It took a full 20 mins or more before my 97 came in the morning. It just made me so late for every thing today. Waiting for a bus an certainly drive me homicidal. It did nothing to quench my deadly desires when I saw a female at the drivers' seat when the bus came. Maybe she never tried to beat any yellow lights. Or its just me and my time spent waiting for buses. Maybe god meant that as part of my trial and tribulations.
Tonight I shall be studying at some café outside. My parents are out and there is nothing for me to stay home. I think it is rather tiresome to get a gf. A friend of mine just broke up. After afew false alarms, I almost expected them to ride out the storm. It was not to be. Anyway, why must girls have friends? Maybe there should be a rule that says once girls get attached they should just belong to you.of course they should pretend to be busy when you are , but when you want them there, bingo! You have got her there. Some girls like to complain about not spending enough time together. And when you have the time, some bloody idiotic friend would want you to accomapny them to get birthday presents for another friend. Oh man, grow up. Mature people do not need birthday presents. I do not get many. And I am not complaining. I grew up with almost no present every year and it hasn't affected me one bit has it? My eccentricity is just an extraordinary manifestation of my genius streak. I wasn't talking about my friend and I haven't had the opportunity to find out more. Hopefully it will be soon. Why do people like to go to clubs and drink and chill out? I have never felt hotter than when ii am in zouk or chinablack or some other hippies joint. What's there to chill out? I can understand why guys go clubbing. Just ask anyone who has friends or sons killed in drink driving accidents. They are looking to get onto the expressway to heaven apparently. Then for those who bring their charges to a club, don't they find it shameful to be so intoxicated that their charges have to take care of them? Some imbeciles are under the impression that they have an incredible arsenal of oxidase an dehydrogenase and of course a rather big GI tract. Of course, it is possible but wouldn't that leave very little capacity for brain space? Of course there are the girls and the alcohol. Some girls who club are easy to pick up. Some and not all. But even if you can't pick them up, youu can make full use of the chaos and darkness to feel for all you like. Gyrating pelvis and thrusting hips. What a turn on. Then again there is the alcohol which absolutely removes your inhibition and you may start believing you are superman. Ironically that belief does not continue in bed because the confidence gained is at the expense of performance. I always think that confidence should come after a good performance and not the other way round. Of course I say that, I am a chelsea fan!
Anyway I am really not talking about anyone In particular. Any coincidence is erm coincidental unless it is deliberate in which case, it cannot be deemed as a coincidence. Anyway few and far people read this scrappy blog of mine. I shall just revel in this pitiful but enjoyable experience. After all, it more or less makes up for my occasional lack of interesting conversations. Or even the lack of any conversations at all. Even if deliberate attempts are made to elicit any mood symptoms in readers, I am factually inaccurate in most of my writings so I cannot be taken to task for anything that appears in this blog or any other blogs written or not written by me. In short I am an irresponsible person, which actually means I am living a carefree life.
Finally I reached home. Yi nan wang is showing on tv. I am reluctant to change channels!