A day in the life…

Today was a strange day. It was more than that though. Today was a day of many emotions. Anger, joy, hatred, resentment, you name it, I felt it. But then again, aren’t all days like that? But its not everyday, your best friend (Chu Hon) says to you in the middle of the night on MSN messenger, “Lets each start a blog.”

Chu hon’s not the kind of guy i’d expect to keep a blog or a journal, so this was a bit out of character. I said as much to him.

“Chu what are you talking? is this CHU HON? MY CHU HON? since when u like blogs” I asked with as much calm as I could muster.

“Must try wat” Was his eloquent reply and somehow, we started our own blogs. He on blogger.com and me on this wordpress.com (because I had to be different).So anyway, today I, with Yong Liang and Chu Hon went to a friends chinese new year open house. This friend is Eu Wei (pronounced youway). His mother gave us hong baos. $4 bucks + food for one visit, not bad eh? But ofcourse none of us visited him merely for the food, we visited him as we are good friends to him. Atleast thats what our PR people say. 

So after we left euwei’s house, yong went back home and me and chu, not wanting to go home just yet decided to go to Ghim Moh to, ah, chill. We called Daryl but he was busy watching the telly and only Choon How could meet us in Ghim Moh. But Choon How was more than able to make up for Daryl’s absence. We had some drinks and some food while chatting and later decided to head to the mall.

That’s where the real drama of the day started.No wait, I believe the drama was after that, when we left the mall. Nothing really happened in the mall other than us shooting some pool and eating (again). It was when we left that the drama started. After Chu Hon left to take a bus home, me and choon how decided to take the train and were on it when I decided to call Hui Wen (a guy who I used to produce films with) to remind him that we had a filming date on Sunday. I called his house but there was no answer. Then I called his cellphone. He answered.

“Hey huiwen,” I said. “Hewwo,” He slurred back.

“Are you at home?” I asked.

“Ya…” He replied as though I had asked if he was human.

“So how come you didn’t answer the home phone?” Curiousity had struck.

“Been busy.” He said curtly.

“Ah, with what?” Once again curiousity could not be overcome.

“With stuff. Ok, bye.” He said rudely.

“What – no hold on. I wanna ask you if you’re gonna be coming down on Sunday for filming that soccer thing?”

“Ah sunday, ah? Cannot lah.” He replied after agreeing to help out not a week ago. 

I asked him why but he muttered something about sleeping and thats when I got angry. I mean you promise to do something and then you back out not caring that you’re leaving someone else short on options. That’s bloody selfish. And the thing is this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this. He’s done this to me a good few times. And that’s why I’ve decided to sever ties with him. I can’t trust the lad. I can’t be friends with a guy I can’t trust. That’s just not right in my mind. I told him as much, although choonhow tried to stop me saying that I might regret it. But here I am at the end of the day and I don’t regret it.

Anyway, after I got home in the evening, I didn’t really do much but laze around. I had a few conversations on MSN messenger, speaking to Wen Jie, Fatin and Chu Hon but that’s the extent of it all. A mighty boring time, you might say. And you might be right.

As I spoke to chu hon on MSN after creating our respective blogs, he began to talk about the length of what he was writing. He said he was nowhere near done and it was already very long.

His actual words were, “i think i going to write an essay out man.”“A Novel!!!” He exclaimed.

“Good what. Then sell, make money.” I replied happily.

A short pause. “Then give me some. Half.” I said expectantly not expecting his short but effective reply.

“Crazy,” He said. And if he said it in person, I believe he would have injected a lot of emotion into that word. He gets a tad emotional over me.

And that was the end of discussion. No money making venture involving a novel for us.

Well, I’m sure other doors are still open though.

So till next time, I am Saiful Saleem and this has been A WASTE OF TIME. Nah, I’m kidding. Since when is reading such entertaining lines considered a waste? This has been a day in the life…

Goodnight everyone, I am sleepy. Its past midnight.