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

31.8.05

I'd willingly give a hundred and ten percent, and even more, if I was given a hundred percent in return.

fresh from recluse 07:10 [+]

ji kee lo ko, oh oh! sometimes i just feel like chanting it out loud. i apologise. these days, the ah beng in me is starting to take over my good side. whatever that's left of it, that is.

fresh from recluse 01:50 [+]

9 Good Sports (because 9 is the largest single digit number)

1. A good sport is better played naked.

2. A good sport requires nice shoes.

3. A good sport deserves better than a theme song sung by Ricky Martin.

4. A good sport is hilarious when played drunk.

5. A good sport is a guy who's used to losing.

6. A good sport is usually played by a foreign talent in Singapore.

7. A good sport involves balls, holes and swinging.

8. A good sport is one that ends with an orgasm.

9. A good sport would be chuckling politely by the end of this (cmon, humour me).

fresh from recluse 10:12 [+]

a simple hello. a two-bit smile. minimal eye contact. this would've done the trick. you chose to be indifferent. you chose to be cold. i know i'm already in yr history books. u don't have to worry abt me cos u are also in mine. all i wanted was to stay friends. well, u decided u want otherwise. it's all good man.

that aside, my urge to visit australia is growing by the day. and i don't think i can curb it. not at all.

fresh from recluse 13:43 [+]

So last night we set out to make a drunkard out of Sylvester. Seb and I decided that it was time to break his usual straitlaced, serious demeanour down and loosen him up. Most of the guys missed out on the fun cos they had some camp-related crap so yeah. It started off with 2 lambos, or was it 3? But we really enjoyed Syl's face as he downed his virgin lambo haha. It was such a sight. One martini, couple of vodka shots and some beers later, I've got him moving on the floor like I've never seen him before. He was smiling as hell and I believe he wasn't drunk. Just pleasantly high. It was a good outing, sth I never had in a long damn fucking while.

As usual there must always be sth that taints a good night. My favourite friend of the year Mr. Jason (in da house!) was there last night and he was being his usual anal self. Someone should teach him some serious manners. Didn't Momma ever told u not to stare? Even lovers know it's rude to stare when they're kissing. I'd hate it if someone else has to teach u a lesson in manners, one u apparently didn't receive since young. But no worries u didnt mess up my night bad. Just felt like there was a fly buzzing around me the whole damn night that's all. But I can still put up with that. For now at least.

So yeah. That was it. Got this sudden urge to visit Australia. Ha. Hell muthafucking yeah.

fresh from recluse 21:33 [+]

So there was this one particular day (or could've been night?) prior to thailand that I was at home in front of my computer playing around with itunes. Now that I'm blogging abt it things are starting to come back to me now. I walked to the living room hoping there'd be some good TV when I spied some CDs lying around the stereo area. My Dad had left his private (I can't stress enough of private) stash of CDs there. Guys, when I say CDs, i meant music/audio CDs. not porn. I understand how the word "stash" brings to mind a certain scandalous connotation. But yeah, sorry to disappoint. There were Scorpions, Carpenters, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath just to name a few. The one that killed me seriously, was a Scorpions Live in Munich album. So i faithfully burned them into itunes.

Fast forward from then to today. Yes, right this moment. I was playing some of those tracks i burned from those CDs and my room door was opened. Exactly abt 12 minutes ago my dad came into my room, gave me a knowing smile, and an equally knowing nod. I bet he didn't know I burned them into itunes. Hell I'm not sure if he knows what itunes is. But I know, from that very moment on, we gonna be brothers for life. Ha. Hell yeah.

fresh from recluse 05:55 [+]

this week's been weird, intense, disappointing. what do i know. not my kinda scene after all.

fresh from recluse 11:16 [+]

sure was awkward, having to confront so many elements of your past in just one night. hell, in just a couple of hours. and all this while without even being able to grapple the present. walking past someone looking that someone in the eye without the need to even physically lay eyes on the person. that's a skill i've gradually come to attain. and im getting hella good at it.

fresh from recluse 13:52 [+]