Shh!Sherman
the observations of daily occurrences and the narration of my mundane life
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i am fairly fair, i like to listen to music a lot. all sorts of music ranging from classical all the way to metal. i am a fickle person and i am quick to anger but quick to forgive as well.
this blog is to entertain myself and people like me, who are gonna be damn bored after jan/feb intake of army boys.
i hate aggressive ah bengs who always try to pick a fight. and romantics who don't really care much for love.
i believe in peace, love, music, and seizing the day.
i hope the contents of this blog will not offend people yup tts all!
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Sunday, February 12, 2012 @ 1:46 AM
i reach macpherson mrt. the train arrives. i sprint. i miss it. i wait 7 mins and board the next one. i alight at dhoby ghaut and take the wrong exit. i walk along the road and the bus im taking drives past me. i wait for the next one. i board the second bus, i come out 2 stops earlier. i curse out loud and wait for the next bus.
i finally reach the stop. i go in the opposite direction of where i was supposed to walk. i reach clarke quay.
i realise my mistakes. i shout out a curse.
i reach robertson quay damn late. the drinks are so expensive, i only get 6 shooters. curly is being a bitch. he doesnt want club, doesnt want to open a bottle. after 6 pathetic shooters we cab back home. i realise nick lied to me. he said we'd be there for a long while so it would be worth it to take the long trip to the pub.
i realise there is no point going home since curly has free drinks at his house. i succumb to my greed.
i take his vodka from him and shake my head sadly. i don't like vodka. but beggars can't be fussy.
time flies by as we drink outside his house (24th floor, real classy like with all the breeze) as we enjoy the bromance, his neighbour comes out (2 in the morning) to "water her plants". she sprays the water enthusiastically and the water flows down the stairs and we have no choice but to relocate.
i slap myself in the face repeatedly and marvel at the numbing effects of alcohol. the rest of the night goes by all jumbled up. something about orange dragons with purple horns.
stay focused my friends. here comes the climax of the story.
i wake up in the morning with a splitting headache, lying on curly's couch. i sit up and realise that his whole family is eating brunch by the dining table and they can all see me sleeping there. awkwardness compels me to hide myself, but the alcohol (still in my system) renders me disabled. i dare not stand for fear that i might fall down and look even worse than i already am. i lie back down and hope they haven't seen me waking up. i drift back off to sleep.
oh the embarrassment is unbearable.
i wake up and finish 1.5 litres of 100 plus as i hear it helps to prevent/cure hangovers.
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i finally reach the stop. i go in the opposite direction of where i was supposed to walk. i reach clarke quay.
i realise my mistakes. i shout out a curse.
i reach robertson quay damn late. the drinks are so expensive, i only get 6 shooters. curly is being a bitch. he doesnt want club, doesnt want to open a bottle. after 6 pathetic shooters we cab back home. i realise nick lied to me. he said we'd be there for a long while so it would be worth it to take the long trip to the pub.
i realise there is no point going home since curly has free drinks at his house. i succumb to my greed.
i take his vodka from him and shake my head sadly. i don't like vodka. but beggars can't be fussy.
time flies by as we drink outside his house (24th floor, real classy like with all the breeze) as we enjoy the bromance, his neighbour comes out (2 in the morning) to "water her plants". she sprays the water enthusiastically and the water flows down the stairs and we have no choice but to relocate.
i slap myself in the face repeatedly and marvel at the numbing effects of alcohol. the rest of the night goes by all jumbled up. something about orange dragons with purple horns.
stay focused my friends. here comes the climax of the story.
i wake up in the morning with a splitting headache, lying on curly's couch. i sit up and realise that his whole family is eating brunch by the dining table and they can all see me sleeping there. awkwardness compels me to hide myself, but the alcohol (still in my system) renders me disabled. i dare not stand for fear that i might fall down and look even worse than i already am. i lie back down and hope they haven't seen me waking up. i drift back off to sleep.
oh the embarrassment is unbearable.
i wake up and finish 1.5 litres of 100 plus as i hear it helps to prevent/cure hangovers.
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