The Chosen One

Once again I find myself compelled to blog just to ensure I don't fade into cyberspace non-existence. I'm not going to elaborate on this because it's all just old hat and I'll sound like a broken record, just refer to previous introductions of my last few blogs and you'll get the idea.

So anyway, in the last week or so I've had some interesting experiences. I'll begin where I left off last entry, the infamous KFC Wicked Wings episode. So that day I had had my mid semester and got cranky before realising I sounded like a spoilt piece of s**t. Later that night I ended up going to the airport to see Quoc, Cat, Heng, Liv, Dave, Tam and Henry off to Asia. That was somewhat sad and exciting both at the same time. I have this passion for travelling even though I haven't done it that much, and oh how I wished it was me going away. However I wasn't all disappointed as a trip to the airport excites me even if I'm not the one leaving! As Nicole Richie would say, "Loves it!" hehe.

Like Moses leading the Iraelites from Egypt, they were the chosen ones walking through the parted Red Sea. I, on the otherhand, was an Egytian, left behind. It should have been me going to the promised land, me! It was therefore a sad experience seeing them walk through those hallowed metal gates. See, in my head, the movie's meant to end there. You have your last supper, reminisce about the good times, talk about what lies ahead, then walk into the distance. When those terminal doors close, that's where it's meant to fade to black, pause for a while then the credits begin rolling. But that didn't happen. What followed was Steve, Derek, Garry and I looking at each other and for a split second thinking "What happens now?"

Okay, so that's how some shows end, the powerful ones where it's up to you to guess what happens next to the characters. I know "The OC" didn't follow that when Anna left. There was a lot of boo hooing and then later Seth and Ryan reflect on a bench next to the pier. None of that was going to happen with us haha. I think this is where I came off my "airport-high." Stark realisation that I was going back to the way things were, the boring status quo. I wasn't going on a three week, four country trek with my mates. Instead I'd have two more weeks of Uni and the highlights being much needed visits to the gym. How wrong I was.

Tuesday brought about joy when I played tennis for the first time in a long time with Sanji. I thoroughly enjoyed it as I felt remnants of what it was like to play tennis properly again come back in fleeting moments. Having said that, I was still hitting poorly, but on the whole I got my forehand back to normal so at least I made some progress. It was really hot early that day and I was happy to tough it out in the heat as it made for a tougher environment, which would aid in my physical development...and I am quite pissweak now.

That day was followed with more Uni, then a trip to the gym with Steve. I was starting to get back on track with this physical activity business. After that workout, I accompanied him to drive Derek to the airport and while it brought back more excitement, I was more controlled this time around.

Thursday I golfed it at Albert Park with Chops, Steve and Steve's family friend, Anna. That was wholesome because I hadn't had a hit in a while and Friday, well, that night is the stuff of legends. Well, not really but it was a hell of a good time had by all!

After YG in which Garry unexpectedly offered to attend, we came back to my place with Lena to watch "The OC." Recently, Garry had been given my DVD of the first season and I guess he's now converted. Watching episode 9, "The Heights" brought back memories of the good old "OC" however I was unable to finish off the episode because Sanji and Chops soon rang to tell me they were outside my place to pick me up for a night out clubbing. I was semi-reluctant to go just yet, a combination of "The OC," work at 9am the next day, general cbf-ness and the fact that I was leaving my friends without a host in my own home tugged at my willpower. In the end we got to Amber Lounge about 12am. Julz was already inside with his EY buddies and the three of us wagered that he'd be thoroughly sloshed by then haha. Sanji knew the bouncer that night so we got in with relative ease and relatively free. On the way in, we saw Thano and Will in the line and while I felt bad for skipping the queue with heaps of ppl looking at us like "How dare you just go in like that without waiting in line," Chops clearly did not feel the same and in true Chops fashion, proceeded to point and laugh at them. Haha I guess the liberal me would have done exactly the same, afterall we were the chosen ones.

I'd have to say that Amber was great fun. I hadn't been clubbing in a long time and it brought back memories, mostly the good hehe. In general though, it was a very welcome change to the current lifestyle I lead. Most of the highlights are in both Julz and Chops' blogs so to explain Julz's exploits and Chops' hair-raising antics (more like hair fondling haha) would be frivolous. They did however fail to mention that two chicks tried to pick up Steve which I thought was funny. Aww how sweet...haha.

Anyway, the moral of the story? None, they were all thrown out when we saw the chicks at Amber. Haha nah just joking! Seriously, even though I was upset at not being able to go for an overseas holiday and thinking my life will be filled with boringness, it wasn't the end of the world. It's not guaranteed that I would've had an unforgettable time overseas, even Moses didn't have a perfect experience as they were lost for a long time. In fact, he never even made it to the Promised Land, Joshua had to take over. Like the Egyptians in the book of Exodus and Seth from the OC, I had to move on. The Egyptians have the pyramids and Seth got Summer (albeit for a period of time but it looks like they'll be getting cosy again in Season 2!). I myself have friends, family, sport and yes, Amber.