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

31.12.06

A young boy saw me yesterday and called me "Uncle".

The year flew by in what felt like a jiffy. It was, like all years, 365 days long.
No discrepancy on that count. The year in retrospect:

January: New Zealand live firing, how can i forget that shit. Bad times that looked good only when I looked back on them.

February: Chinese New Year, and a month of zero work all play slacking.

March: ORD-ed on the 14th, or was it the 15th. I can't remember as well. $1600 credit card bill.

April - June: Tangs salesman from mondays to wednesdays. Moulder of our future generations from fridays to sundays. Rolling in the cash.

July: Law camp. *****.

August (onwards): School.

I resolve to,
smoke a little lesser
sleep a little longer
open them eyes, and ears, a little wider
study a little harder
save up a little more
amongst others.

what a night, what a day.
good morning, good night.
what a smashing start to two double zero seven.
happy new year y'all. may every year be better than the one that just past.

fresh from recluse 16:58 [+]

"You" is a word that encompasses all versatility. It is unlike "me", which is on the direct opposite of the spectrum. "Me" is exclusive. Imagine this scenario: you are standing in an open area and there are millions of people before you. You shout, "You!" as loud as your throat can muster, and I'll bet you my last dollar whoever heard you would turn around and respond. Now let's reuse this scenario, but instead, you shout "Me!" real loud and clear. No one gives jackshit about you. The only people who turn around and look at you would be those that give you a dirty look and think you're screwed up there. You get my drift.

"You" could be anyone at all. "You" could be me. It can be specific, yet so general and doused in ambiguity at the same time. There are many "you-s", only I know who's who, who's "you".


You have been distant, a stranger on all counts. I am disappointed.

You have been sneaky all along, a ninja doing shit behind my back. I don't like it. And I promise I will smack YOU nice and tight. Aight?

You have been random, unpredictable, walking down the dark side, knowing that Karma bites when one least expects it to. I hope you know what you're doing. Only thing I know is, you don't know.


And The Strokes dropped a Hot Chip on the Boy From School, and said to him Try Your Luck. Night y'all.

fresh from recluse 13:34 [+]

slept at 6:00 am.
cardiac arrest/mini-stroke at 8:00 am.
fell asleep at 9:00 am.
first stick at 4:09 pm.
timing, is of utmost importance.
im gonna die young.

fresh from recluse 00:08 [+]

I call this the killer sequence.
Click click boom, just as we hit the room.
Joy Enriquez comes on.
What a track,
what a track.
Mr. Warts would agree.
All the songs that matter(ed).
Juicebox rings in my head,
the chorus to be exact.
You're acting weird.

Don't be a stranger aight.





Doing what we do best, terrorising the streets of our neighbours. Glitch-free, of course.

fresh from recluse 13:42 [+]

The formalities were dealt with in a jiffy once I got back. A man of formalities I am, and an efficient one at that.

The granny's fine. She asks for more appearances at dinner and I intend to reciprocate. I request for more random calls from her regardless of importance, but I know she won't do it. She has this warped impression that she might be disturbing me when she calls me.

I hope there was some reconciliation tonight. Blood remains blood ain't it, least that's the way I see it.

JB tmr. No glitches I hope. No glitches.

A second Stella would do things good.

fresh from recluse 06:04 [+]

Bade our final goodbyes to the reasonable man on the Clapton omnibus today. Got off at one of them random stops without knowing where we were, but it was a hasty farewell. I asked him where he was going to alight, he says he goes wherever the Clapton omnibus takes him. People board and alight, hastily and abruptly. Time to get the bearings right and start over.

fresh from recluse 07:14 [+]