Take my hand, we're off to NeverNever Land.

15.7.09

today, i dreamt that X told me about "leo-annual" contact lenses. i got no idea what that means.

I dreamt that leslie was selling fake kikstyo aki hoshino tees on mrt trains and he felt damn dope about it.

i dreamt that i was at a dinner table and she told me that her grandma was in critical condition, thank god its just a dream.

i didnt just randomly rise from the dead.
i was never dead to begin with. welcome to 2009.

fresh from recluse 01:45 [+]

capslockingelles

Sometimes, you wonder about the proverbial leeches in their true but ugly colours, clinging on to their dear lives on the calf of the unknowing river-crossing traveller.

And you wonder why no matter how much you warn the traveller he doesn't seem to be able to catch anything.

This time it's different. Where the river is as long as eternity, there is only one inevitable end for the traveller.

Them leeches gon' suck you dry.


sidenote: why the fuck are people paying 125 bucks for zapatos?

fresh from recluse 09:35 [+]

today marks children's day. where we are supposed to forget what we came to know as we became adults.

today marks the end of the fasting month for our muslim folks. a month of impressive perseverance that us non muslims will never be able to imagine enduring or going through.

today marks GST rebate day. where we are supposed to remember to be thankful.

today marks SDPC day. another "first" that we can be proud of.

where the failed bailout and the 777 Dow Jones incident overshadows the passing of a Singaporean revolutionary, I'm thankful and glad that I do not have to be worrying about my lifetime savings with AIG, simply because I have none to begin with. At least, I still am in a position to put things in perspective. Of course, the lesson of the day is to keep all your savings in your safe at home. This might seem slightly ridiculous now, but hey I don't think it's very far off.

the wheels keep on turning. they don't stop.
they won't stop.

fresh from recluse 11:04 [+]

The task at hand, victory at the end.
Pillage and plunder, this world asunder,
In our myopic haste, we forgot more than half the world,
still lay waste, to a war orchestrated by an outlaw.
Cause no more pain, Hedi Slimane,
Cash in the pockets beats hype on them backs.
frivolity with threads invites mere karmic tomfoolery of a different fad.
Now, now, ain't that rad?
Goldstein shall come, to stop this sin, and
save our skin. Freedom shall beckon, but even she cannot
Reckon,
the day to cease and slacken.
bring back the mullet, or start a riot. For
De Niro the hero, shall start this Game from zero
While we'll watch, from our
Pillows.

Make hay, not war.
Say NO to nu-rave.
Say YES to razor ramon sumitani And in the meantime,
fuck the N.U.M. shit

I'm going to Disneyland.

fresh from recluse 12:20 [+]

happy bird day

Yesterday, or two days ago, however strictly you view the clock by, was the ninth of august two thousand and eight. So there was this one helluva celebration and a hell lot of fireworks being thrown about. In the heart of an impending racing extravaganza, amidst the exciting buzz of a never-before resort (the first ever in fact), and right smack in the nexus of the commercial hub. What a glorious way to remind us how the year has past.



Thanks to cable TV, someone had the pleasure of waving the flag at home while enjoying the gun salute.



And of course, I'm sure the manhunt for these people continue to intensify despite the roaring of fighter jet planes.

fresh from recluse 11:05 [+]

this blue-eyed baby boy bumbles up to you with a wide smile on his face hands you a big brown envelope the size of a piece of A4 printing paper but in brown yes in brown and you open it up to find a mostly-white slightly-purplish hard cover book lightly illustrated with the title le petit prince in gentle cursive black at the front.

there is a light that never goes out.

fresh from recluse 10:09 [+]

Oh no.

One by one, ticking time bombs won. It's not the secret of the government. That's keeping you dumb. It's the other way around. Wait. What's that sound? One by one baby here they come. He wants it easy. He wants it relaxed. Said I can do alot of things, but I can't do that. Two steps forward, then three steps back. Two steps forward, another three back.

fresh from recluse 09:44 [+]

In bad shape

The lyrics are quite (n)emo but the beats really killed me and thats what matters. If anyone has the time, check out the vid on youtube. Note the part where the guy brushes his teeth and washes his face it is hilarious.

There's something in the air tonight
A feeling that you have that could change your life
There's something burning up inside
I reach out for you and our hearts collide

With hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight

I've been searching for a love alive
Drowning in the silence as we walk the night
Your hand is out and brushes mine
A moment that is frozen as we hang in time
Hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and
Dance the blues.
Let's dance, for fear
your grace should fall
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all.
No, it ain't all.

I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd I guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd I guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.

FOR THE RECORD. ALL THE LYRICS POSTED HERE MEAN NOTHING BUT ONE THING:
WE NEED THEM KILLA BEATS TO BREAK THE BAD BEAT.

fresh from recluse 07:56 [+]

So I thought about our bad attempt at pulling off an "On The Road" stunt and the guffaws that followed. Then there was reptilia and heart in a cage that came into the fray and the memories of tripping. Things just fly by my very eyes in as lucid a manner as possible as if on replay so realistic that even reality felt unreal right next to it. The impending Mecca to the land I remember only for Kanchanaburi and ninja vans and placebo oasis and the forgettable "chasing cars" churns out as many signs as one can foresee or be told. 6 days and 6 years seem all but similar yet homage must be paid and it must be paid in the most fucking fantabulous way as possible because there is no because.

New idea for a subcrew cap: we fuck the NUM shit.

fresh from recluse 11:09 [+]

In remembrance of Recruit Andrew Cheah Wei Siong and OCT Clifton Lam Jia Hao

2 fine young men died in the name of national defence and national service within the past 5 days.
Are we killing our sons even before they go to war?

fresh from recluse 14:04 [+]

cash money courtesy of the oligarchy

the same one thing that impressed,
that same one thing that turned us off
the mellon collie of it all, to be ever more so distant.
Sissy would've been upset if she knew.
Judgments will be reserved, while Hope
Renews on the premise of coincidence.
Prophets overnight we've become.
These skills, and
Tools, overnight, we gained.
The chaos of big bang enclosed in
4 walls of a head, fleeced by
Demeanour calmer than the eye of the
Storm, we will not,
be lazy teachers, ants prancing on the car.
someone's gotta do the job.
Office boys get paid to do their work, hence some
Work, any type of
Work, calls for work. Yes,
even Office Boy Work.
the mellon collie of it all.
of halos and hallows.
the knife underneath that fleece of a sheepskin of yours.
you forgot the berettas tucked comfortably under my coat.
but no, no mano a mano.
im a keep them rounds for a worthy soul.

fresh from recluse 10:59 [+]

Shirt Power


perennial spiderwebs linger from the glory of yesteryear gnaw
on you like leeches to them rough hips
Usher in the new era of comic superhero revival. Oasis
gives great advice that is oft heard but not listened, some choose
to remain in time's warp.
Some feign the very expressions on their face. Futility's
Firstborn, but Deception goes on as far as oneself.
Denial means something only when it is decorated with "self".
Pray tell what's your poison, where the straight are
crooked and the crooked, crooked, Denial means something
Only when it is decorated with "self". Materialistic desires
Skimpily clothed in dud Grade A copies of sincerity confusion love
lost and found and/or romantic revelations.
Turquoise is the only thing that's anywhere near authentic.
Sometimes we forget to examine the inner tags; legit check.
Alas! Even we have the wrong inner tags ourselves.
Freedom has come home for more than 730 days now,
the cops are inside us, and they say take off your pants.

Remember: the date must touch the barcode's base.




shirt power at thirty dollars.
ten plates of chicken rice for a piece of Temple Street, plus,
small talk with the man behind Lhamo Folk, Matthew from Visvim.

fresh from recluse 07:23 [+]

my very own miami ink without the ink.



lum getting the shit done. somehow i feel old all over again.





knowing lum in the army was probably one of the best things that happened cos hes always such a fighter. always hauling 2 projectiles while the rest had only one. always up for supper. he had the most grit one could ever imagine. and people like him just made everyone else feel like working harder. sometimes when u meet such great people u forget how many out there arent at all. sometimes you look around you see nothing at all but hey dont fret no worries it dont mean there really ain't nothing it just means there ain't nothing only for now even though for now feels more like forever. this world needs more sincerity.


if you want to have your ears pierced for free let me know.

fresh from recluse 10:58 [+]

keep walking keep walking.
keep moving keep moving.
don't stop don't stop.
you gon freeze to death if you gon stop.
as long as the clock ticks you keep ticking
it'd be over before you even know it.
keep moving keep walking
don't stop till the day you drop
either way you're gon drop
so drop when it's your last drop.

bolster prophecies.
ego-trippin' on poison.
somebody got burned.
i saw history repeating itself.
deaf ears muted eyes stay stubborn.
inferno prophet i am.
reflections a frowning
no looking back on the false starts
the real one's right before them very eyes.
Sundays rotate for everybody.
and swings of the mood (not mine) will finally, hitch a hike.
out of here.

fresh from recluse 05:28 [+]

the beatles, indie, and street fashion have somthing in common.

new year, new threads.
watch atonement,
watch the assassination of jesse james.
skip sweeney todd, and the rest.
oh lookie, they think we're stupid
monkey see monkey do,
so many cats in so many ways.
save your ticket money,
open up your eyes.
free movies all day, all night.
the season of monkey business starts again,
but this time away from prying eyes.
master strategist some might say.
hopeless desperado that's all there is to say.
he thinks he's smart
but wait, let's dish out the dirt.
the unsuspecting lambs will soon learn,
what the jaded lambs have already earned.

look this barrel in the eye and say u aint afraid to die.
all a dog can do is to sleep and lie.
have you got your share of fresh meat pie?
go on, fetch.

fresh from recluse 10:40 [+]

a number in the middle of nowhere/ january 18th is the day to look out for, not the 7th.

twentythree is 23rd Singapore Artillery Battalion.
twentythree is i don't really know.
twentythree is too old to be bold.
twentythree is a landslide from now on.
twentythree is what the hell is going on.
twentythree is why why tell me why.
twentythree is one big sigh.
twentythree is one bigger question mark, say aye.
twentythree is the beginning of the end.
twentythree is, the end.




Dying to impress the nearest unknowing chick? This might just cop you your new victim.

fresh from recluse 16:29 [+]

too bimbotic to write anything about 'tis jolly season.




getting merry with ferry


who needs rock stars when you make the crowd go plain insane with just the tips of your fingers.


we all know where electro-indie got "electro" from.


nothing to be said. random drunkard I snapped.


corsten sends his well wishes this hanukka.




highlight #1 of the night: binary finary way back from 1999, a 2007 remix done on a set of decks on our little island.
highlight #2 of the night: roadblock right outside jiak kim at 430 am.
highlight #3 of the night: being greeted with a warm "good morning" from a petrol kiosk attendant at 730 am who has worked for the past 10 hours. he is at least 60 years old. (old people should not work, i say again, old people should not work. they should be resting and living the golden years of their lives to the fullest. we all know whose fault this is don't we.)


i loved all the presents i received.
i loved the present i gave.
too bad the car boot/newater trick didn't work.

don't drink and drive. you can fuck your own life up for all i care, but don't mess with other lives.

merry christmas to one and all.
time to be a better person if you haven't been nice.
Santa's watching.

fresh from recluse 14:59 [+]

don't be there if u don't want to


so we had christmas charity in school.
u know how its like, kids running around.
the kid from last year came back. it was good seeing him.
it was good doing something good.

i wonder why people partake in things they weren't really serious about doing.
my little eye spied a pair of folded arms, a face of devil-may-care attitude.
frankly, nobody cares. run along now, go far away. things will probably go smoother that way.
round here we don't need sulkers.

i'm just bloody relieved people enjoyed the food.


In the meantime. Same place, same people. Different night, different vibe.


Sounds of the Underworld.


Morales bringing new kicks to the old beat.


You said you didn't like it.
You said she said she didn't like it.
Who cares about what I think ain't that right.

fresh from recluse 14:55 [+]

tip: if u're all about utility, don't come near me please.

pussies that park and ride.
now this world tells you all about itself.
where the wheels at, puss be at.
independence comes with a certain exception.
possibly something small wrapped up in that single, universal tell-tale colour.
remember, nothing is accelerated.
you seek acceleration, you seek wantonness, you seek degeneration.
it's a full package.



This just in. The UUUndercover got past Singapore customs with little difficulty.

fresh from recluse 09:02 [+]

zipping between school life and preferred life. which is the real life?
thin line between somebody and a nobody. a line that is rocksteady crystal clear.

lap it up if you wanna, but be like you, I won't wanna.
crowd pleasers, eager beavers.
no offence, mere sleaze-r weasels.
hey pseudo-s, hey paedo-s.
oh please, we don't need more wackos.



life through camera phone eyes:


if only playmates dropped like bombs on baghdad.


sue rynski.


fishnets and microphones.


nico and edie were playing hide and seek behind andy.


bright lights billboard nights.


dylan/factory years. catch sienna miller in factory girl in theatres now.

half an hour later, i walked out the shop door, and remembered life as it is.

say aye if you're on my side.

fresh from recluse 09:37 [+]

those who don't love haji lane probably just don't know anything about it.





enough freshmakers to break off your heel and/or paint your black suit with stripes on the daily.


alice and the cheshire teletubby cat.


"But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd."


Homer thought real hard about picking up a new hobby but he just couldn't stand the thought of cycling to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant.


Narcissism that leads to the deliberate destruction of oblivious onlookers cannot be condoned.





Now now, I ain't all that selfish you know,
http://www.knowitnothing.com
http://www.trialogue.com.sg
http://www.niche-street.com
http://cafelecaire.com

fresh from recluse 09:38 [+]

If money can buy your heart,



I'd much rather burn it all, on Undercover,


Or drown whatever that's left of it, in Martell.

fresh from recluse 11:10 [+]

parkinson's don't get him down

and they was right
he's gon smash it up. nice and tight.
boy you would've made Odessa's night.



butterfly a dancing by day,


bee a stinging, by night.

fresh from recluse 11:03 [+]

we've only just begun


the straightforward black-whites came back to reinstate the old order.


as things heat up in the ghettoblasta


and spraycan criminals adjourned from the public canvasses back into anonymity behind their bedroom walls.

fresh from recluse 11:07 [+]

evergreen

so they were there at the beginning. and they will be at the end. I remember the very first time I set foot into sidewalk10. how the lovely silkscreen woven babies got me charmed. and it was a love affair that came through all the way. and then there was Meme, and her same, blank expression that tells a million emotions all at one time. so today I paid tribute to graniph, in more ways than one.


now, now. Although GraniphAir has come and gone, the pink Boeing in the light blue skies will be remembered for sure, complete with flight attendants and in-flight entertainment.

my little dearly beloved hog-rider.

Graniph products can be found at Bugis Junction, at $35 apiece, $60 for two. Those of you who are in the know will realise that it's a far cry from its usual price.

Praise, a new local indie label, is now in-store at Sidewalk10, Far East Plaza.

fresh from recluse 10:36 [+]

ramblerambleramble.

i hope you know that the chuck taylors are basketball shoes made by the man himself.

i hope you know that jack purcells are badminton shoes made by the man himself.

i hope you know that vans rad was made solely for the rad x-Games bicycle tourney.

i hope you know that first came the Eras, followed by the old school, sk8-his and classics, and of course the rest you should already know.

if we're born tshirt makers, the question that begs to be answered now is, we study so hard for fucks? but of course, we're not born tshirt makers, or photographers, or lomographers, so we've got no choice but to stick to where we are at. the multiplier effect, we must remember, little young padawan. try to jump the conveyor belt, let's refrain.

ramblerambleramble.



come on babies, let's Play to our Hearts' content.
cheers to one and all.

fresh from recluse 08:20 [+]

why can't we all just be friends! and nice, proper, sincere ones at that!

fresh from recluse 09:12 [+]

save some face you know you've only got one
change your ways while you're young
boy one day you'll be a man
girl he'll help you understand
smile like you mean it

the nights as a pemimpin knight. some are inclined to smells/sights as a catalyst of reminiscence. i, for one, am more inclined to songs. this track takes on a whole new meaning now. the hinge of the moment. we all forget things along the way.

i hope y'all remember to listen to this track all the way to the end. now im not trying to act like im some sort of indie guru or music fanatic, but the lyrics at the end are insane.

fresh from recluse 08:57 [+]

I can't play Cupido no more.

Looks like my days of playing Cupid are pretty damn numbered. the most recent attempt being the one I pulled off for Lum when we worked together at Expo, and that too failed terribly. In fact what began as an innocent attempt to help him get to know the girl of his dreams (okay, exaggeration) ended up in me possibly looking like some sorta stalker. In any case it was quite hilarious now that we talked about it. And this gives me even greater renewed hope in playing Cupid for my mates in future. =)

So last night myself and the King of Indie shared a pack of GST-laden fags. The weird thing about him is this. He agrees with me that Lights (more affectionately known as Blondies) feels very "siap", or rough on the throat. Yet he disagrees that Redheads are better. So in order to decide what to buy last night, we played a gruelling race-to-three of Shaolin Showdown, along the pavements just before we crossed over to the shops. Eventually he succumbed to my dragon punches and rabbit claws, and we got the reds.

I feel a surge of extreme sadness that we are reduced to going out into the open for a fag. Non-smokers will rejoice clearly. However, let's take a look at things in my perspective. The price hike and the restrictions stack all the odds against us. And you might say, "Why not quit? That will solve your troubles for sure!" That seems to be the only way out for us now. Oh wait, yes it is. And I'd like to pose this question to whoever who reads the bull going on here, smokers and non-smokers alike, "In any of the decisions that you had to make in life, since when did you want your choices to be cut? Would you like to be pushed against a corner, the only choice you can make being the only one there is?"

There you have it. God bless Singapore.

fresh from recluse 23:27 [+]

only when we feel pain do we feel alive.
the grandma made ice cold birds nest for me.
now aint that sweetums.
she knows that the holidays ain't holidays.
yes i am lucky.
california dreaming on such a winter's day.
make me feel alive.

pontius is part of the crew now. hell yeah.

fresh from recluse 13:42 [+]