pim pom da dum

Qn: wat did Leong do over the weekend?

a) duking it out on the hardtop with ballers
b) going on a mad shopping spree
c) frolicking on the beach with some babe ala Baywatch

if ur answer is any of the above, u must have been with me in my dreams. hmm, come to think of it, the last time i went to the beach was eons ago.

yup, another weekend burnt by the SAF. 3rd week straight! made me miss the weekly nba games yet again. double header somemore! this time i didn't scrub the walls. nor did i clear the drains. i cleaned the locker room, and wat a mess it was. a pigsty would have been neater. at least it'd be uniformly drenched in mud. dirty socks, muddy socks, bits and pieces of rubbish, u name it. the amount of dust inside would make u blanch and turn green sia. an asthmatic would be floored upon 1 whiff of Parfum de Locker.

and ya, i ate non-stop too.

got to know this guy thru peddling my wares. turns out he's an aspiring DJ, studying music tech. i knw next to nothing abt this, so i asked him a little and stuff. a little more stuff in the empty space up there wun hurt, right? hmm so big beats = Fatboy, breakbeats = Tony Tay@ phuture, whoever that is, and downtempo = ... i forgot!

respected him, as he's doing wat he likes. u go dude! i still wanna be in a ball team!!

never wasn't into that music la, all that pim pim pom pim pom. never much of a clubber too, as my mates will attest to with gumption. i'd go still, but just to tag along. me and ruijing = perfect combo. together we are the super wallflowers! by our powers combined! we'd sit/stand in some corner and watch everybody jumping around. occasionally, under a considerable amount of arm wringing, we'd do wat we think qualifies as dancing. i've got 2 left feet, and i prolly look like an overweight hippo trying to scratch an insatiable itch in some unreachable part of his back.

hmm, sunday afternoon, and everybody's out. wat can i do? no1 to ball with me. think im going to finish that overdue book. with a big mug of coffee and junk food.

burp.