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

30.9.03

28 Days Later reminded me very much of many other Alex Garland novels, esp The Beach. You see there was this point of time in my life i was very much inspired by the novel (and the movie too), or affected as one can call it, by the sort of issues it was trying to address, pretty much similar to the kinda issues i was trying to address. Hell i must admit they haven't exactly been resolved, but i guess i've kinda given up trying, which is quite tragic i must say. But enough of the ghosts, there's no purpose in this whatsoever. Anyway, the movie was good, morbid in a funny way, but still good. And if u haven't exactly been provoked into considering the extreme possibilities tt life can deal u with, u probably shld start here. oh yeah, weijia was right. the zombies really run damn bloody freaking fast.

so many things to be said but there's just so little time as i struggle to hang on to remnants of hope within myself. maybe i've become numb with that same kinda feeling, maybe its time to let it all go.

fresh from recluse 10:37 [+]

and the post-prelims rampage continued last night at lennard's place. there was tons of food and booze that went around and yes it really was one great night of fun we had. just before the exams a few of us were planning what to do when they end and lennard gamely volunteered his place. thanks for everything bro. finally broke "alcohol-celibacy" (broke it on friday actually) and the brothers all agreed that last night was one night worth waiting for. lenn practically went into hyper mode later on at the club and there was fine rnb to boot that lasted us all night long. it was good tt guys like tziyang n lum were there as well cos we pretty much won't be able to spend as much time together once the A levels hit. so yeah heres one for the memories guys.

fresh from recluse 09:52 [+]

red letter day

the word's out, the verdict's been passed. received announcement from the ministry of defence that they require me to render services to the republic of singapore. yes the month of january will be the time of a newly established, regimented life.

anyway, post-prelims euphoria bubbled and fizzled out even before the actual conclusion of the exams. but hey, who's complaining?

fresh from recluse 10:08 [+]

9pm soccer has become a daily ritual for the bunch of us guys studying for the exams in our little college right smack in the middle of the ghim moh heartland. i skim through the various faces on the netball court every night and realise its always been this same few guys roughing it out w their books in the day and enjoying a good game of kickabout when the night hits. memories are made of these surely, years down the road im pretty sure i'll look back on my j2 yr and this will be one of the most vivid of memories. and this bears some semblance to those days i too felt a reluctance whenever i had to leave sch for home, the thought of leaving the street soccer court exactly 2 yrs ago, when it was our playground for most part of our lives back then, and we were the kings. when we thought nothing would get us down and when we thought we could do whatever we set out to. all so far away but yet so surreal as i relived some of the footie days now.

fresh from recluse 10:01 [+]

revival

listening to nyen's md the other day kinda sparked me off to re-listen to some of the old cds i've got. yeah i dug up the old Cake albums i've got from way back and yeah they're still positively groovy and affecting me with their eclectic sounds. i really dig those kung-fu shouts they make in the background of Never There, the good old trumpet renditions at the end of I Will Survive that was so fluid and random, the forlorn and sadness in Mexico, the seemingly endless repetitions of "shut the fuck up!" in Fashion Nugget, and of course that slow, sleepy, crawling of a drawl of vocals in the Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps cover. the list just adds up. gotta hear it to really believe it.

"oh yeah, all right."

fresh from recluse 11:39 [+]

good morning

i feel like i can fly on this double caffeinated high. realise im sinking into this quicksand of a habit in which i simply cannot stay awake in the day and all energies return to my body when the night hits. it worries me cos 4am seems like 4pm to me and vice versa, and i am reduced to watching re-runs of Days of our Lives (which i enjoy, actually) and repeats of some horror serial on Ch.8 produced when mediacorp was still called SBC. talk abt going retro.

good night.

fresh from recluse 13:25 [+]

any volunteers to wake me up at 11am later?

I'm on a train, but there's no one at the helm
And there's a demon in my brain
Who starts to overwhelm
And there it goes, my last chance for peace
You lay me down, but I get no release
And I say I, I try to keep awake
I try to swim beneath
I try to keep awake
But I, I can feel this narcolepsy slide
Into another nightmare
And there's a demon in my head who starts to play
A nightmare tape loop of what went wrong yesterday
And I hold my breath till it's more than I can take
And I close my eyes and dream that I'm awake
I try to keep awake
I try to keep awake
I try to keep awake
But I, I can feel this narcolepsy slide
Into another nightmare
I read dead Russian authors volumes at a time
I write everything down except what's on my mind
Cause my greatest fear is that sucking sound
And then I know that I'll never get back out
And there's a bone in my hand that connects to a drink
In a crowded room where the glasses clink
And I'll buy you a beer and we'll drink it deep
Because that keeps me from falling asleep I said
How'd you like to be alone and drowning
How'd you like to be alone and drowning
How'd you like to be alone and drowning
How'd you like to be alone and drowning
Still I find this narcolepsy slide slide
Into another nightmare
Keep awake, keep awake, keep awake
And I can feel this narcolepsy... slide.

third eye blind - narcolepsy

insomnia half induced by caffeine and the other half caused by excess sleep in the day shld be good for the revision. looking out the window all's cool and quiet it's like time stood still in my room with my clock out of sight. it seems like it remains 12am even with every hour passing. difficult to pin point how im feeling right now but im at ease. reckon some of u are still awake right now or just abt to go to bed, but then again i could be wrong. the only thing common we share actually. will fight off this urge. ignorance is bliss. right, shall go hit the.... books.

fresh from recluse 12:22 [+]

those of u who happen to visit this blog of mine this is an appeal to u guys to contribute to the "Buy Kennedy a Nike Michigan Dunk" fund... im running on empty these days so yeah ppl contribute generously!

p/s: im serious!

fresh from recluse 08:53 [+]

random, incoherent ramblings.

... how can u expect yr kid to take u as an example when u avoid yr father like the plague in his presence? and how now when yr kid is so convinced that he's gonna walk down the same old path with u, the one that u walked with yr father?

... I stood there beside myself
Thinking hard about the weather
Then came by a friend of mine
Suggested we go out together
Then I knew it from the start
This friend of mine would fall apart
Pretending not to see his gun
I said "let's go out and have some fun"
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love

I have always thought about
Staying here and going out
Tonight I should have stayed at home
Playing with my pleasure zone
He has always been so strange
I often thought he was deranged
Pretending not to see his gun
I said "let's go out and have some fun"
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love

When you are alone at night
You search yourself for all the things
That you believe are right
If you give it all away
You throw away your only chance to be here today
Then a fight breaks out on your street
You lose another broken heart in a land of meat
My friend took his final breath
Now I know the perfect kiss is the kiss of death

...to my man Tziyang, hope u're reading this, who needs (and i quote him) "some acrid-astringent-ambrosial vodka burning his throat and some spiteful-sickly-sweet cigarette smoke frying his lungs", heres an offering for u. It's the closest i can get to a combination of booze and fags for now. things would be different after the prelims... but u'd have to be on yr own for the fags dept bro.

said this was random from the start didn't i?

fresh from recluse 09:24 [+]