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

29.3.06

I had the privilege of shaking Mr. J.B. Jeyaratnam's hand today. He looked a tired man but his handshake was firm as hell. Which tells a lot, really. I hope it's not a lost cause he's fighting for. Big Brother's lurking around for goodness' sake. Act with restraint even in your own space.

Reminds me of a song though.

Cue to your face so forsaken
Crushed by the way that you cry
Cue to your face so forsaken
What a surprise
You try to break the mould
Before you get too old
You try to break the mould
Before you die
Cue to your heart that it racing
Stung by the look in your eye
Cue to your heart that is racing
What a surprise

You try to break the mould
Before you get too old
You try to break the mould
Before you die

Cue to your face so forsaken
Crushed by the way that you cry
Cue to your face so forsaken
Saying goodbye

Sing for your lover like blood from a stone
And sing for your lover who's waiting at home
If you sing when you're high and you're dry as a bone
Then you must realise that you're never alone
And you'll sing with the dead instead

You try and break the mould,
Before you get too old
You try and break the mould,
Before you die

Sing for your lover like blood from a stone
And sing for your lover who's waiting at home
If you sing when you're high and you're dry as a bone
Then you must realise that you're never alone
And you'll sing with the dead instead.

And you'll sing with the dead instead.
Instead.

fresh from recluse 14:23 [+]

"Then" is a strong word that's often underrated.

Guess where I stopped by today. I sat on the exact spot where I'd usually wait and saw the exact same scene of cars passing me by as I counted the minutes which felt like hours. Listening to the exact same Third Eye Blind album I'd play for the umpteenth time on my then Sony discman, but this time round on my iPod. Things have changed all right. I'd be damned if I said they haven't. 5 years have gone by in what I'd call a jiffy, even the seats and bus-ads have changed. But you remained constant, and solid, as sure as the sun. I've said this before. Whatever good there is in me, I owe it to you and you alone. Whatever that's not so good, well, that's my own doing. I was there today, reliving the times and retracing my steps, exactly as it was then. The only thing's that today wasn't then, that's all. Thanks for the times. They were well worth my effort. Well worth it.

fresh from recluse 10:00 [+]

random yet all too familiar at the same time.

fresh from recluse 09:50 [+]

fresh from recluse 09:49 [+]

look at you, all spruced up.

fresh from recluse 09:48 [+]

Yup.

fresh from recluse 09:47 [+]

A rare Placebo-Bowie partnership for Without You I'm Nothing. Since this song's been stuck in my head lately.

fresh from recluse 12:17 [+]

lights

fresh from recluse 02:39 [+]

random.

fresh from recluse 02:38 [+]

in the VIP, hur hur.

fresh from recluse 02:37 [+]

this bitch likes to stir shit.

fresh from recluse 02:36 [+]

Lil' Miss Cooper............ damned. To my pleasure, Poptart WAS a riot. And yeah I got framed for saying something I didn't.

fresh from recluse 13:16 [+]

You cannot imagine the regret i felt when I read the papers today and found out that Placebo played Without You I'm Nothing at their mini gig yesterday. And I was in town then but I gave that a miss. Damned. Anyways, my Poptart debut tonight, hope it'll be a riot.

This is random, but what's with bolding the band name anyway? I figured it's just people's way of telling the world how cool they are. That's the blogging world for you I guess. In case you were thinking, yeah I did that to irritate and to annoy =)


Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
I'll take it by your side
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide
I'll take it by your side
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies
I'll take it by your side
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide
I'll take it by your side

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tick
Tick
Tick
Tick tock

I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
You're slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You've never seen the lonely me at all

I take the plan, spin it sideways
I fall
Without you I'm nothing
Without you I'm nothing
Without you I'm nothing
Take the plan, spin it sideways
Without you I'm nothing at all


Just, a song I really love.

fresh from recluse 04:52 [+]

Absence makes the heart fonder.

More than 2 years ago, I went out with this very close friend of mine for the very last time. It wasn't much of an outing. We talked briefly and he left quickly after that, almost abruptly.

In fact, I didn't expect that to be the last time seeing him for such a long while. But we did arrange to catch up again tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. You heard me right. He's quite a small guy, with very angular features. I'd call his features rectangular even, if there was such a word to begin with. I remember he could never ever get dark or tanned, most of the time looking reddish, or pink, rather. Come to think of it, I got to know him when I was sec 3, on the exact day I turned 15. And the thing about him was that he was a man of few words. In fact he never did speak at all. But he knew all about me, and he could tell you my full name, my exact home address, my blood group even. That's how much he knew me. That's how close we were. Inseparable.

Now now, I'm sure you know why I'm so eager to meet up with him tomorrow. I hope he's the same person he used to be. He must be, I don't think anything about him will change. And I like him that way, as a friend of course. Nothing Brokeback about that I can assure you.

His name, is Pink I.C.

And tomorrow, after meeting him. We'll meet up with another close friend of ours to catch up. In case you didn't know, she is quite a personality. Her name is Freedom, and she is the newly crowned homecoming queen of the year. I'm sure you guys know who she is.
I swear I can't wait.

fresh from recluse 09:35 [+]

butter factory.

a night of thrills and spills with the boys. much love from john, frank and pearce as we caught them in action first-hand. we have them to thank for a great outing. old school asahi ashtrays, and aprons. bumped into ben b. as well which was quite a surprise. ginger ale never did go wrong. nights like these are worth more than a million bucks.

fresh from recluse 10:07 [+]

the jocks of jeremyville.

fresh from recluse 10:06 [+]

wall art.

fresh from recluse 09:57 [+]

pearce, the man of the bar.

fresh from recluse 09:55 [+]

We look out upon the sea, the coast is always changing. I'll bring my camera out to sea. The coast is always changing. Until May hits, things just don't feel too right.

fresh from recluse 02:39 [+]

I'm thinking I might be able to kick it totally after all. I'm thinking that school might be pretty tough to adapt to. I'm thinking that life may very well remain mediocre for the rest of what's left of it. I'm thinking martell with good friends, loud music and a whole lot of love. I'm thinking fengshui. I'm thinking this wonderment may not last as long as I had hoped it would. I'm thinking indie, Maximo style. I'm thinking I might miss army after all (nah who am I kidding). I'm thinking vampires, and temptresses. I'm thinking how the schemer will get punished. I'm thinking instalment-based luxuries, interest-free. I'm thinking violence, no-holds-barred. I'm thinking wrong-righting. I'm thinking crooked, not in that sense. I'm thinking cartons, cheap ones, preferrably red. I'm thinking clicking ankles. I'm thinking niceness is worthless now, so is trueness. I'm thinking biolyn, lifetime supply. I'm thinking two wrongs don't make a right, but it's gotta start somewhere. I'm thinking shopping for furniture. I'm thinking blood is thicker than water, any day. I'm thinking discplined cardio. I'm thinking party poopers, drink-deprived desperadoes (we call this an increasing alliterative cadence). I'm thinking revolution. I'm thinking subjectivity due to relativity. I'm thinking flea entrepreneurship. I'm thinking ORD, smelling it too. I'm thinking crossing the line. I'm thinking grey, that which mars the straightforward black-whites.

fresh from recluse 11:25 [+]

Douglas.

fresh from recluse 11:31 [+]

pseudo lomo. acrobats doing their thing.

fresh from recluse 11:30 [+]

The launch party for Raoul turned out to be nicer than expected, but of course I must admit the freely flowing Piper-Heidsieck did lift my spirits up a little more. The Evian mocktails worked their magic as well. Kenny's turned 21, thought it was good seeing so many old, familiar faces all over again. Though I dare say a couple of them ruined the night. Alcohol should always be taken in moderate amounts, a cliche proven many times tonight. And so this ends one full week of non-stop daily 9 to 5 work, which will culminate in a conclusion a couple of hours later with tuition. I could get used to this. Though I'd best rather not.

fresh from recluse 11:09 [+]