The Prey

Yes, boredom can kill you. If you really think about it, this "boredom" thing has been hunting for you all your life. It's almost like you're constantly running away from it, and you would do anything from mapling (which I totally do not resort to) to having one night stands (which I'm still enjoying), just to get yourself out of its sight. If you're too slow to run or to think of anything else, then the almighty and evil boredom would eat your insides which would probably include some if not most of your grey matter (which explains why you're just plain dumb during the holidays), and perhaps last night's half-digested dinner.

Yes boredom is a hunter, a killer, a hunting killer. And I'm the prey.

Cat and I are writing a promising science/sex/love (circle one of these, even we don't know how to describe the genre) story which is, so far, pretty much pointless. And you would probably agree with me (and I think you most definitely would because anything that involves degrading myself would definitely get a nod from you assholes):

Jake lifted up his pillow and gasped. He felt so cold.

"Where's the blanket?" he whispered to himself, "and my clothes?"

Amidst his petty worries, little did he know what he had done the night before. As soon as realisation hit him, he jerked away from his bed and began searching frantically for his wallet, all the while, covering his bare self with the flimsy blanket.

Beside him lay a veluptuous figure worthy of being called a goddess. He did not notice her until she gave a dainty cough, and purred,

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Well not after last night!" he scowled.

She smiled and kept silent as she watched him open the drawers and cursing loudly to himself. It was so typical of Rita: adding more rage to the raged with the ever-so-classic silent treatment.

Jake couldn't believe he'd fall for it everytime. He was always the prey, although all this while he had been the one doing the chasing - or so he thought. He finally had enough of it.

The silence was deafening though Rita seemed to enjoy it. Jake decided to spoil her game.

Just then, the door burst open, revealing a dark burly figure. The figure headed towards Jake, taking long strides yet at a gradual pace. For once, Rita looked shocked and incomposed.

As the figure walked past the sunlight beaming through the window, his - its - face was revealed.

"Dad?" Jake heaved.

Rita, for all her high education with all the certificates framed on her wall, couldn't unscramble the puzzle that lay in front of her...

Can you?

Well that's pretty much it for the time being. Actually, we started to utter bloody nonsense after that last line after she mentioned E.T. and martians, and our already-wild imagination started getting wilder, exploring the mysterious and enigmatic life in outer space. So we shall see how it progresses from here.

Today, the official 25-buck Team Hummel jersey made its debut on a rather treacherous piece of land (well actually only the goalie area was) that is the Pasir Ris Crest football field. In spite of the unforeseen weather, the field did not turn out to be the quagmire I had expected it to be - which was a positive thing of course. The end result of the match was an even more positive thing: 5-2 to us. To get a detailed (and biased) report of the match, refer to the latest update by Hummel, or Din. If soccer's not your serving of carviar, read it for good laughs.

Anyway, I saw a hilarious one-liner on a shirt, a football shirt, today. It read, bolded in red:

I scored last night.

And now, let me have my next plate of one night stand. It involves mesos, scrolls, and elixirs. If you don't have a clue what the hell I'm talking about, let me try my very direct approach:

I'm going to play Maple Story.

Now get the fuck out.

"If I say it's cool, you better believe it."