To go down in the books as the most nonsensical day of my life is today. Nothing went wrong.. nothing bad happened but as jit would put it, "it just feels wrong.. "

Starts out with me finally doing that one thing i wanted to last tuesday. so that's good.. but that's probably all there is to what today meant. I picked up Jit from work and thus it begins. Not in a bad way but hardly the other way either. We just started talking nonsense. Then Suwandi joined us at Funan. And we went over to Peninsula to look at some guitars for him. Then drove down to Swee Lee..Ibanez? Strat? Ibanez? how bout TGM? no no.. Strat? aigh.. Long story short, he didn't get one. "So what now?" one of us asks as always.. "what now?" answer: (as always) "wah.. i dunno sia.. wahlao wahlao".

And at this precise moment in time, ladies and gentleman, is when the shit hit's the fan. It just went crazy.. "wahlao wahlao".. "wtf".. "wah".. "deh".. "uh".. "umm.. yess yesss".. "mmmm".. and other sounds one after the other. over and over again. all three of us. AND then silence...

until..

"so uh.. anyway.. what now?" here we go again.. "Bedok ah bedok".. "wahlao wahlao".. "marina ah marina".. "wah wah".. "sting ray ah sting ray".. " changi ah changi"..

we were from Bras Basah but by now we're just a few minutes away from Sentosa..

"uhm.. so where we going?".. again it went mad..

Until i said.. "beach road ah beach road" "wah wah.. ok lah"
But somehow we ended up driving past Funan, right where we started from, and just settled on some fish and chips at Fisherman's Wharf. lol. what the hell.

So we started wondering. If an outsider happens to hear us talk, what on earth would be going thru their heads? I mean, i get looks from some new people i meet when they hear me talk. So does jit. between just us, the sevougne, it's pretty normal but to other's we might seem a lil unwell.

"when did we start talking like this?"
"when?"
"i dunno sia.. i guess it's just us being lazy. trying to communicate something with the least possible energy required."
"yeah.. we dun go around saying, i want to go to bedok. We just say, bedok ah bedok"
"but what if our friends come and join us one day? i wonder if they can handle the madness"
"i dunno.. but lets try screwing with them and increase the frequency of our repeatity. Instead of saying something twice, let's go at it three times"
"wahlao ah wahlao.. wahlao"

this is when the levee breaks. "wah wah.. wah" "bedok ah bedok.. bedok" on and on and on..

Then comes the point when today became a "what the hell..?" saturday.

"so what now?"
"wah wah.. beancurd ah beancurd!"
"wah wah..wah!"
"where?"
"Parklane ah parklane!"
"wah lets go!"

we got there and had to look for a place to park. The moment we did, it rained.

"wahlao.. it's raining!"
"there's an unbrella in the back! grab it.. yess.."
"but there's just one!"
"wah wah. we walk in the shelters then!"

so we did.. till there was no more. and it got heavier.

"oh crap.. it just got heavier!"
"wahlao wahlao"
"back to the car!"

in the car..

"now what?"
"we do a drive by.. i drive next to the place and suwandi, you grab the umbrella and jump out to order"
"wah.. we're still going for it ah? it's raining sia!"
"but we're just right here! we gotta fulfill our destiny!!"
"wah wah.. let's go!"

we did. suwandi got the beancurds. and he's back in the car while the rain is still heavy outside.

"now where are we going to eat them?"

Back at the same carpark we were before. Heavy downpour still. Three guys eating beancurd in a white BMW while listening to some rock music coming out of a tiny pink iPod Nano on a Saturday night. We looked at each other. what the hell are we doing?

A silver Subaru parked right next to us. Jit pull down his beancurd so the driver won't see him eating.

"what the hell you doing hiding your beancurd?"
"wahlao..later the bugger take my beancurd away how sia?"
"wahlao wahlao.. lock the doors!"

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