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

27.7.06

I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be black, I could be white.














There's never wrong or right on the straightforward black-whites.

fresh from recluse 11:46 [+]

We spoke of was and when.

So. I finally got down to packing the room for school. I cleared the clutter accumulated on the couch that could no longer be sat on until now. But then again, I'm clearing the whole damned couch soon.

Was looking through the old stuff. My O level and JC stuff are still around, all thanks to my reluctance to throw them away. Laziness contributes to all but a small part of them still being around. I've got this unspoken sense of attachment towards them. Beats me too. But anyways, I got hard-hearted. Of course, the first to go was whatever that was related to Chemistry or Physics or Mathematics and anything of the like. I still kept a couple of history textbooks, but that's all about it. History was, by far, my favourite subject after all.

Then I came across my old eraser collection. From primary school. Those that you bought for 10cents apiece at the school bookshop. With the flags of countries and all. Back then there was still West Germany, South Vietnam, the Czech Republic was still Czechoslovakia, yeah you get my drift. I had random Dragonball ones too. During my time "rubber-fighting" was all the rave, I used to have more but i gave them away.

I'm amazed at the number of Quiksilver wallets I had. I went through this phase where I was insane about Mambo and Quik, kept all the tags I had from boardshorts, tshirts, and whatever there was from there that I put my hands on. "Mambo. Enlightenment Through Shopping." That was the tagline then. Kinda crazy I'd say. Threw all them tags away.

Full circle. I'd call this.



fine time rubber time.

fresh from recluse 14:19 [+]

come as you are


And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun.

But. If you still think I do after all this while.

fresh from recluse 11:18 [+]

new kicks.
not limited edition or anything like that.
but did i mention?
they only cost me 70 bucks.

fresh from recluse 10:54 [+]

nights like these,
a dime in a dozen.
friend like him, hell no.
one in a million.

fresh from recluse 23:27 [+]

Take a hike.

Now that the World Cup has finally ended I started thinking about what a friend of mine asked me a couple a days prior to the final match. We were just having a normal conversation and she asked me what I was doing over the weekend. My answer to her question was obvious. Watch Italy-France, no doubt. "Won't you feel a certain emptiness when it ends? I bet you'll suffer from withdrawal symptoms after that." This was what followed. In fact, no. I've been doing a whole lot of other stuff I wanted to do but got shelved because of the World Cup. And that bodes well of course.

I had a good conversation with a cab driver tonight. He talked about the Zidane headbutt, and Rooney and Cristiano Ronaldo and his support for Man Utd. We spoke about Eric Cantona and duly agreed that he was a legend.

Sometimes cab drivers let you learn something about yourself, or life per se. Just the other night one cabbie was telling me he would stop driving when he's earned enough to cover his rental and fuel for the night. It was 3 am. I got this feeling that every day (or every night) was kinda like a battle royale for them. They move out with the objective of covering rental/fuel and what not, earning a profit struck me as mere icing on the cake for them, something they wouldn't mind doing without. And how many of us are fortunate enough to not be able to worry about such matters. Sometimes we forget how lucky we are until little things like these hit us. And then we move on and forget about it all over again.

He then told me he looked forward to having a smoke after he covered enough for the night. That he wasn't gonna buy a pack until after he's done that. That killed me. I gave him a fag before I got off. I hope he didn't view it as charity, or pity or anything along those lines. I meant nothing of that. Just thought it'd perk him up enough to complete his battle royale, for the night. Before the cycle hits again 24 hours later, or less.

That brings me to the issue about the hike in cab fares. I am pretty damn certain that it's due to the unwillingness of taxi companies to lower down rental for the cabbies. If you asked me, I'd say there's seldom genuine welfare here. They got tired of demands to lower rental, so they pushed the burden to the consumer altogether. Which is logical I suppose, considering Singaporeans, being Singaporeans, probably wouldn't bat an eyelid about it. Not because we're affluent enough and all that bullshit about us being able to afford it, we probably have no heart nor voice to do anything. That's Singaporean. Oh well don't get me wrong I'm always on the side of the cab drivers. I don't mind paying more, but knowing that I'm paying more so someone else doesn't have to earn less, that kills me.

fresh from recluse 14:28 [+]

Gerald's 21st.
A ball of a time.
Drunken confessions, and
Uncontrollable laughter.
A whole lot of bonding.
And then some.

fresh from recluse 09:46 [+]

Once again, the thin line between agony, and ecstasy. That which distinguishes triumph, from heartache. The line gets blurred momentarily but it never fails to resurface, and draw out the ultimate distinction that so separates them.

fresh from recluse 16:13 [+]