Started off the day rather badly. Turned out that the certificates we went to print had a simple huge glaring typo where “contribute” was mistyped as “contriubte”. $63 down the drain, but we can’t really blame anyone, right?
Then we had like no halal food. There were 5 muslim participants, and we all expected each other to buy the halal food instead, so it ended up with Ray Yan and me heading over to McD’s to buy 5 Fillet O’ Fish meals. Everyone was blaming each other but it was really ultimately my fault for being the food I/C and not doing my job. The participants were exceedingly nice and concerned about us so I felt great.
Dinner was when the true wonderfulnessessity happened. We headed down to this posh cheap posh place to fill our stomachs. Although Edmund wanted to liven the atmosphere and entertain the other 2 at our table with stories, they were deemed too lame (seriously he just made one up) so I decided, this is too crunk fo’ sho. So Dexter and I tried to talk a bit about what happened the previous day, but I remembered Ray Yan saying something about not telling them. So I went over to Ray Yan’s table.
Then we happened to move on to Wong jokes, which I completely forgot. And somehow I started talking about my JC life. It was pretty goddamn liberating. No, it was awesome as fuck.
It’s obvious that everyone loves to talk about themselves. When you get a small audience who’s willing to hear about every single crap that’s shooting outta your mouth, fueled by the sugar rush from cheap free-flow dispensed Pepsi, it’s probably the most wonderful feeling in the world (well I technically am a lonely virgin so I wouldn’t know what other feelings there are that I’m missing out on). I talked about Health and Fitness. I talked about the scars from windsurfing. I talked about my infatuation. I talked about things my friend did to help when I was infatuated, and how I “failed to Carpe Diem“. I talked about how I noticed that she kept looking back whenever I looked at her. They gave me tips on how to say “Hi”. I talked about how much I’ve changed since the start of the year.
And, well, the best thing was that everyone wanted to listen. When you have a very small group, people keep fighting to answer or to speak. This medium-sized group was actually interested, about the simple, screwed up life I lead. No one interrupted, people were laughing at appropriate moments and they were all focused. About the things I keep to myself because I find them narcissistic to yub about. About things that I’d never say in public because they’re rather different from the norm. And I’ll tell you honestly, that I’ve never felt this great in a long time. This seriously made my entire day.
I’ve noticed that sometimes I get into the mood to yabber about stuff, and I tend to get animated and entertain others when doing so, which I really love to do.
So that was my short-lived blubbering about the day. I don’t think I’ll ever get a chance to have such a life-sharing session again, but in case people ask for a continuation tomorrow (HIGHLY UNLIKELY I MIGHT ADD), I’ll make it less about things that’ve happened and more of what has changed. The morals of the stories. To be more inspiring, I guess. Ha. Thanks, people. 🙂
Next time when someone talks, I’ll listen carefully. It’s the best anyone can do, I guess.
Okai, my com overheated on my lap this is bad my children might be retarded.
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