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

25.12.07

too bimbotic to write anything about 'tis jolly season.




getting merry with ferry


who needs rock stars when you make the crowd go plain insane with just the tips of your fingers.


we all know where electro-indie got "electro" from.


nothing to be said. random drunkard I snapped.


corsten sends his well wishes this hanukka.




highlight #1 of the night: binary finary way back from 1999, a 2007 remix done on a set of decks on our little island.
highlight #2 of the night: roadblock right outside jiak kim at 430 am.
highlight #3 of the night: being greeted with a warm "good morning" from a petrol kiosk attendant at 730 am who has worked for the past 10 hours. he is at least 60 years old. (old people should not work, i say again, old people should not work. they should be resting and living the golden years of their lives to the fullest. we all know whose fault this is don't we.)


i loved all the presents i received.
i loved the present i gave.
too bad the car boot/newater trick didn't work.

don't drink and drive. you can fuck your own life up for all i care, but don't mess with other lives.

merry christmas to one and all.
time to be a better person if you haven't been nice.
Santa's watching.

fresh from recluse 14:59 [+]

don't be there if u don't want to


so we had christmas charity in school.
u know how its like, kids running around.
the kid from last year came back. it was good seeing him.
it was good doing something good.

i wonder why people partake in things they weren't really serious about doing.
my little eye spied a pair of folded arms, a face of devil-may-care attitude.
frankly, nobody cares. run along now, go far away. things will probably go smoother that way.
round here we don't need sulkers.

i'm just bloody relieved people enjoyed the food.


In the meantime. Same place, same people. Different night, different vibe.


Sounds of the Underworld.


Morales bringing new kicks to the old beat.


You said you didn't like it.
You said she said she didn't like it.
Who cares about what I think ain't that right.

fresh from recluse 14:55 [+]

tip: if u're all about utility, don't come near me please.

pussies that park and ride.
now this world tells you all about itself.
where the wheels at, puss be at.
independence comes with a certain exception.
possibly something small wrapped up in that single, universal tell-tale colour.
remember, nothing is accelerated.
you seek acceleration, you seek wantonness, you seek degeneration.
it's a full package.



This just in. The UUUndercover got past Singapore customs with little difficulty.

fresh from recluse 09:02 [+]

zipping between school life and preferred life. which is the real life?
thin line between somebody and a nobody. a line that is rocksteady crystal clear.

lap it up if you wanna, but be like you, I won't wanna.
crowd pleasers, eager beavers.
no offence, mere sleaze-r weasels.
hey pseudo-s, hey paedo-s.
oh please, we don't need more wackos.



life through camera phone eyes:


if only playmates dropped like bombs on baghdad.


sue rynski.


fishnets and microphones.


nico and edie were playing hide and seek behind andy.


bright lights billboard nights.


dylan/factory years. catch sienna miller in factory girl in theatres now.

half an hour later, i walked out the shop door, and remembered life as it is.

say aye if you're on my side.

fresh from recluse 09:37 [+]

those who don't love haji lane probably just don't know anything about it.





enough freshmakers to break off your heel and/or paint your black suit with stripes on the daily.


alice and the cheshire teletubby cat.


"But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd."


Homer thought real hard about picking up a new hobby but he just couldn't stand the thought of cycling to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant.


Narcissism that leads to the deliberate destruction of oblivious onlookers cannot be condoned.





Now now, I ain't all that selfish you know,
http://www.knowitnothing.com
http://www.trialogue.com.sg
http://www.niche-street.com
http://cafelecaire.com

fresh from recluse 09:38 [+]

If money can buy your heart,



I'd much rather burn it all, on Undercover,


Or drown whatever that's left of it, in Martell.

fresh from recluse 11:10 [+]

parkinson's don't get him down

and they was right
he's gon smash it up. nice and tight.
boy you would've made Odessa's night.



butterfly a dancing by day,


bee a stinging, by night.

fresh from recluse 11:03 [+]

we've only just begun


the straightforward black-whites came back to reinstate the old order.


as things heat up in the ghettoblasta


and spraycan criminals adjourned from the public canvasses back into anonymity behind their bedroom walls.

fresh from recluse 11:07 [+]

evergreen

so they were there at the beginning. and they will be at the end. I remember the very first time I set foot into sidewalk10. how the lovely silkscreen woven babies got me charmed. and it was a love affair that came through all the way. and then there was Meme, and her same, blank expression that tells a million emotions all at one time. so today I paid tribute to graniph, in more ways than one.


now, now. Although GraniphAir has come and gone, the pink Boeing in the light blue skies will be remembered for sure, complete with flight attendants and in-flight entertainment.

my little dearly beloved hog-rider.

Graniph products can be found at Bugis Junction, at $35 apiece, $60 for two. Those of you who are in the know will realise that it's a far cry from its usual price.

Praise, a new local indie label, is now in-store at Sidewalk10, Far East Plaza.

fresh from recluse 10:36 [+]

ramblerambleramble.

i hope you know that the chuck taylors are basketball shoes made by the man himself.

i hope you know that jack purcells are badminton shoes made by the man himself.

i hope you know that vans rad was made solely for the rad x-Games bicycle tourney.

i hope you know that first came the Eras, followed by the old school, sk8-his and classics, and of course the rest you should already know.

if we're born tshirt makers, the question that begs to be answered now is, we study so hard for fucks? but of course, we're not born tshirt makers, or photographers, or lomographers, so we've got no choice but to stick to where we are at. the multiplier effect, we must remember, little young padawan. try to jump the conveyor belt, let's refrain.

ramblerambleramble.



come on babies, let's Play to our Hearts' content.
cheers to one and all.

fresh from recluse 08:20 [+]

why can't we all just be friends! and nice, proper, sincere ones at that!

fresh from recluse 09:12 [+]

save some face you know you've only got one
change your ways while you're young
boy one day you'll be a man
girl he'll help you understand
smile like you mean it

the nights as a pemimpin knight. some are inclined to smells/sights as a catalyst of reminiscence. i, for one, am more inclined to songs. this track takes on a whole new meaning now. the hinge of the moment. we all forget things along the way.

i hope y'all remember to listen to this track all the way to the end. now im not trying to act like im some sort of indie guru or music fanatic, but the lyrics at the end are insane.

fresh from recluse 08:57 [+]

I can't play Cupido no more.

Looks like my days of playing Cupid are pretty damn numbered. the most recent attempt being the one I pulled off for Lum when we worked together at Expo, and that too failed terribly. In fact what began as an innocent attempt to help him get to know the girl of his dreams (okay, exaggeration) ended up in me possibly looking like some sorta stalker. In any case it was quite hilarious now that we talked about it. And this gives me even greater renewed hope in playing Cupid for my mates in future. =)

So last night myself and the King of Indie shared a pack of GST-laden fags. The weird thing about him is this. He agrees with me that Lights (more affectionately known as Blondies) feels very "siap", or rough on the throat. Yet he disagrees that Redheads are better. So in order to decide what to buy last night, we played a gruelling race-to-three of Shaolin Showdown, along the pavements just before we crossed over to the shops. Eventually he succumbed to my dragon punches and rabbit claws, and we got the reds.

I feel a surge of extreme sadness that we are reduced to going out into the open for a fag. Non-smokers will rejoice clearly. However, let's take a look at things in my perspective. The price hike and the restrictions stack all the odds against us. And you might say, "Why not quit? That will solve your troubles for sure!" That seems to be the only way out for us now. Oh wait, yes it is. And I'd like to pose this question to whoever who reads the bull going on here, smokers and non-smokers alike, "In any of the decisions that you had to make in life, since when did you want your choices to be cut? Would you like to be pushed against a corner, the only choice you can make being the only one there is?"

There you have it. God bless Singapore.

fresh from recluse 23:27 [+]

only when we feel pain do we feel alive.
the grandma made ice cold birds nest for me.
now aint that sweetums.
she knows that the holidays ain't holidays.
yes i am lucky.
california dreaming on such a winter's day.
make me feel alive.

pontius is part of the crew now. hell yeah.

fresh from recluse 13:42 [+]

contrary to popular belief

some of us do have a life thank you. his observations never failed anyone, even though he changed his name to the capital N.

the early bird catches the worm. i caught quite a few worms today. sbtg 2 was disappointing as expected, though not the most. breakfast king. and transformers was the bomb. optimus prime was his usual gay self that i wasn't surprised. he thinks he's some sort of Justice Bao of the robot world and that kills me. everyone damn near died. linkin park coming in at the end of the movie with their pseudo mother earth anthem ala an inconvenient truth soundtrack broke my bladder and i had to leave. but still transformers remains transformers. somewhere in between the show i swore i kicked myself for giving away all my childhood toys to my mother's friend's son. some things in life we just can't move on. this being one of those.

you look around and you see so many, yet you don't see any.

transformers, robots in disguise (can you recall the theme song already). good night babies.

fresh from recluse 10:08 [+]

sexandviolencemelodyandsilence

I got a present today. A present in white, gold, and black. This present I must hide from everyone else, and keep only to myself. The Killers hopped onto iTunes tonight, said they wont shine if I don't shine. Well I wouldn't mind. Opportunism yields nothing, depends on the context in question though. I'll smoke on my little Japanese cigarette and we can let this go right through.

Now y'all know it's my ambition to be an MP (if I fail at being a sneaker pimp), so there. My friend opened my eyes to how to start acting like one tonight. Much-needed advice on how to carry myself during house visits and meet-the-residents sessions.

no change i can change i can change i can change but i'm here in my mold i am here in my mold and i'm a million different people from one day to the next i can't change my mold no no no no no. Apologies. Mr. Richard Ashcroft has been humming his little chorus in my head.

Like I said, there's no end to this fight. The day the fight stops is the day death starts. In the meantime I'm a hide my little present from this world of evil.

fresh from recluse 10:48 [+]

sick cycle carousel. spin cycle washing machine, tumble dry not too low. a bird with no feet has to keep flapping its wings because it belongs nowhere. we all just gotta make do? poetic justice happens because it does have its place in reality, not just in literature. list out the constants. roll out the joint. the spin maestro works his magic, but magic don't last forever. timing timing timing. we chug along with thomas and friends. but even they stop chugging after their half an hour slot ends. we do not stop. we never stop. nothing stops.


With Aki and Tiffany on my bed, what else do we need?

The revolution must go on. Tonight we feast, tomorrow we fight. There's no end to it.

running over the same old grounds what have we found, same old fears. nothing's as clear as day, except day itself.

'Cos even Bruce Lee came to play.

fresh from recluse 11:01 [+]

wakey wakey from dreamland
hush, hush.
we all gotta park at the allocated lots
i hope you know that.
seasoned parking is up for grabs though,
pretenders need not apply.

fresh from recluse 10:46 [+]

Situational Composition 1:
An incident that made you feel mighty guilty.
Write a composition of not less than 250 words based on the situation above.

Situational Composition 2:
The trip that never existed.
Write a composition of not less than 150 words based on the situaton above.

vans rad.
feist runs through my head.
hot chip x rehab jumps on the bandwagon.
mad hectic is undefeated.
a hundred bucks worth of pain
and pleasure.
the cost of fine education?
its time for the shift.
we can't worship p-rod for life.
rake in the moolah first and we'll talk shit.
someone tell me about the beat generation please.
erh, like now? yes, now.

fresh from recluse 08:34 [+]

2 am J.B. the sheer randomness of it.
that's why we are who we are.
deep dark lanes. piercing stares.
the land of truly asia teaches us that all things in our country are better,
except for fags, and fuel.
first day as a Moulder tomorrow.
the generations have a bright(er) future ahead.
say aye if you're a fake.
then say bye.
nobody, somebody.
the line is as clear as day.
sleep is no longer for the weak,
it's for those who want to get strong
all the real eyes out there,
they realise the real lies.
I've only been to the Zoo 3 times this year so they say
no wonder I feel drunk after just half a beer.

Happy Mother's Day.

fresh from recluse 13:01 [+]

the connection between fall out boy and brknhome:

champagne to my real friends, real pain to my sham friends.

fresh from recluse 10:16 [+]

So early on this week this dude decides to pull off an Eric and Dylan spoof, and the same old issues from the famous incident go on replay. Some say what he's done will spark off an all-American anti-Asian student tide in high schools and colleges all over. I wouldn't know about that. Judging from their great track record, if the kids there intend to go on a tirade like that, I'll bet my last dollar many more Columbines are baking in the oven. The NRA's response to this was simply, arm all the other students so they have the means of protecting themselves from maniacs like this. Can you hear Wal-Mart's cash register working on overdrive already?

A friend of mine was telling me the recent Virginia Tech incident was, sobering. I can't see who'd be happy about something like this happening, except for a select few. Here's a hint. Look at this week's newspaper headlines, and then look at last week's headlines. You'll know what I'm talking about.

Our memories ain't that shortlived you know. What is more disconcerting? Pushing through a policy that will cause public uproar, or pushing through a policy that you know will definitely cause an uproar, but you're still pushing through with it anyway, because no one can do anything about it?

I hope Singapore will never legalise guns. I don't want to be a criminal just yet.

fresh from recluse 10:30 [+]

there's always 2 sides to a coin. and as always, 2 sides to a story. much as passion is important, one cannot sway another to your way by mere passion. in fact, persuasion via neutral reasoning wins the day. win your adversary over, not destroy him. that's how it is to it.

fresh from recluse 09:51 [+]

Of late I haven't been feeling too good. And I'm surprised this didn't stem from the fact that the exams were impending. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother doesn't go away. Big Brother will make you pay. Big Brother is here to stay. I maintain that I'm a neutral man, and that's that. I'm a neutral man.

Came across this earlier today, a friend sent it to me. Do read it if you have the time.

Parliamentary Speech
11 Apr 2007

Ministerial & Civil Service Pay
By Sylvia Lim, NCMP

In the last 2 days, MPs have covered many aspects of this contentious issue of benchmarking Ministerial pay to the private sector at 2/3M48. The Member for Hougang has comprehensively stated the Workers’ Party position on this matter. The gist of our position is that we should instead consider benchmarking based on the remuneration of political office-holders in countries which tick. They generally favour a more moderate use of taxpayers’ money for political salaries, and do not seem to have run their countries aground.

Today I would like instead to examine a few points raised by Minister Teo Chee Hean in his reply speech yesterday and also to argue why the benchmark of 2/3M48 for political office will ultimately be against the national interest.

Points raised by Minister Teo on Apr 10

Minister Teo attempted to rebut the Member for Hougang’s contention that this debate was a waste of taxpayers’ money. He said instead that this was a hallmark of PAP’s commitment to transparency.

While I do agree that this is an opportunity to have a public airing, the debate arouses a feeling of deja vu, harking back to the other transparent debate about whether to have casinos in Singapore. The revision was presented in Parliament in a form of Ministerial statement under Standing Order 44 where no vote will be taken. Not one thing said by any MP will change the decision of the government. I would personally very much like to know what each individual Minister feels about taking more than $2m of taxpayers’ money home each year, while fellow citizens struggle with rising costs and taxes.

Secondly, Minister Teo mentioned that it was not right to look at how much political leaders elsewhere earn because our Ministers cannot become Ministers in other countries. But the comparison is logical because we are comparing similar skill sets and responsibilities funded by the public. Looking instead at 2/3M48, how valid is it as a measure of a Minister’s worth? Is it possible that, in fact, some of our Ministers are doing better in Cabinet than they would have done in their previous careers? Can we say that each and every Minister in Cabinet now would have become a top-earning banker, accountant, lawyer, engineer or CEO? We have seen instances of civil servants and military personnel embark on 2nd careers in the private sector, and find the business world a whole new ball game; and some, in fact, flounder.

Thirdly, Minister attempted to show that Cabinet salaries were not in the rarefied zone of high fliers by plotting a graph of 1,000 residents and Malaysians. Even so, 1,000 out of the resident workforce of about 1.9 m (as at mid 2006, according to Labour Force Survey) is less than 0.1%. To be in this group of 1,000 is already to be in a very privileged few and as far as the public is concerned, is already in the rarefied zone.

Why 2/3M48 is ultimately against the national interest

Economists have noted that globalisation increases income disparity. As such, the top earners’ salaries will in all likelihood move up further in the future. A few years from now, 2/3M48 may require us to endorse each Cabinet minister’s pay for $3m or $4m annually. As these pay packets are funded from taxes, including poor people paying GST, how far is the government prepared to go with this? Does it have a threshold of unconscionability?

Next, what makes a good Minister? There may be differences of opinion, but fundamentally, political leadership is a different creature from administration. To add value to policy-making, the Minister must play the role of politician – he should understand the public sentiment and aspirations, and be able to front policies and explain things plainly to people. He must lead not just with head but with heart. His ground feel of the needs of the people and understanding of their plight distinguishes him from the professional civil servant who usually focuses more on efficiency and expediency in implementation. To be effective, a Minister’s EQ may often be more important than for him to be part of a Mensa club. In fact, he would be better if he was wired differently from the top civil servants, to reduce the mistakes perpetuated by groupthink.
Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew previously justified why it was not feasible to have foreign talent in the political leadership. He said that the political leadership should “have passion, the commitment and share the same dreams as the people”. (ST 4 Nov 2006). I agree. The question is: how will 2/3M48 affect empathy, the ability of Ministers to share the same dreams as the people?

Ministers are currently drawing $1.2m a year which divided by 12 is about $100,000 per month. How does it compare with the average person?

According to the Report on the Labour Force in Singapore 2006, the median gross monthly income of workers in full-time employment is $2,170. In other words, a worker takes a month to earn what a Minister earns in half a day! For university graduates, the median gross monthly income is $4,450. This would take the Minister one day to earn.

As you move the salaries up to 88% of the benchmark, we will find that the average worker’s monthly pay will be earned by a Minister in 2-3 hours. Does the Cabinet not feel a tinge of discomfort drawing taxpayers’ money at such rate? At such rates, can Ministers and Singaporeans share the same dreams?

Another reality is that our leaders may face problems in marshalling the people to make sacrifices for the country.

About 4 years ago, Dr Vivian Balakrishnan told the House that his son had asked whether one should be prepared to die for Singapore. This sparked off a heated public debate. The cynics invariably linked this question to Ministerial salaries. To quote a member of the public, and I paraphrase: “Who are we trying to kid? Before we start talking about dying for Singapore, let us look at our leaders. We are told that we cannot get good leaders unless we pay top dollar, so why expect more from the rest of us”?

Citizens should be able to look to leaders for moral leadership and inspiration. If what they perceive are mercenaries at the helm, then asking them to make sacrifices will be met with cynicism and indifference. This will not bode well for Singapore’s future. What will happen when crunch time comes? Is this a time bomb planted for the future of Singapore?

Salaries and Nation Building

If we are seriously unable to interest good people into public office, we must ask why other countries can do it and we cannot. Is it just money, or the fact that we have not invested in creating a culture of high public-spiritedness?

In some countries, there are young people aspire to hold public office. SM Goh had previously said that we could not expect to behave like people in other countries because we are a young nation and people still see things in material terms. How sad. After 41 years of nationhood, national service and national day parades, what do we teach our children? Do we judge a person’s worth by his salary? If so, we have wasted millions of tax dollars on these nation-building efforts, which have truly been in vain!

Public service must remain a noble undertaking for which people are prepared to make sacrifices in exchange for the benevolent power to improve the lives of others. If we corrupt this by money, we can be efficient but never a country of high ideals. As such, I cannot agree with the Members who see political office as yet another career choice. It must be more than a job, and the holder must be able to think of others besides himself.

In the popular American comic strip, the Wizard of Id, there was a public address by the King to his subjects from the royal balcony. The King began: “Remember the Golden Rule!” One of the subjects called back: “What’s that?” Back came the royal reply: “Whoever has the gold makes the rules!”

If the gold is the taxpayers’ money, then Singapore is not that far from the Kingdom of Id!
And it does not matter what transparency the government has claimed in this attempt to justify the pay hike.

- fin -

A round of applause please, for this commendable lady.

When you were young, you wanted to be a policeman. You wanted to become a fireman. You could have even dreamt of being a soldier, or even a pilot. Why didn't you dream of becoming a Minister?

In a country where they pay $4000 a day. It's in the sacrifice, so they say.

fresh from recluse 09:00 [+]

You say party! We say die!

We just don't know how lucky we are. So lucky that we can revel into the wee hours/breaking moments of the night/dawn. So lucky that as we tuck ourselves into bed, the dreaded alarm clock rings and we groan, but of course it's the neighbour waking up at 6 in the morn. So lucky that we enjoy so many privileges and conveniences that we sometimes abuse as if they were our own. I drank 2 beers tonight and I felt drunk. Correction, I was drunk.

Now, now, back to the grind. I need to make enough soya bean milk to last me through the winter, and then some.

fresh from recluse 14:21 [+]

all the signs.

baby, it's time to say goodbye. you don't look a day older than you did when we first met. and that, soothes my pocket a hell lot as well. take care yrself tiffy.

Accidental artwork at the bus stop (no cigarette butts were harmed in the creation of this).

A gentle reminder that the stick will come back to haunt us all one day, starting from myself.

oh well time to go. good morning/good night y'all.

fresh from recluse 11:19 [+]

these days i think im feeling more and more ominous about the kaiser chiefs' prophecy. it seems to be unveiling itself on its own hinge. now of late some things which used to be very simple, ie chicken feat/feed/feet, seem to get harder. now i maintain that everyone should be out of the fray, so i always gently remind myself that i am now but an old man who is, too old. it works pretty damn fine. through a stroke of twisted luck i caught romeo and juliet for the umpteenth time, left early cos i didnt wanna catch the sad ending again, only to be greeted by a man on his piano serenading an empty bar, save the waiters/waitresses. i wonder what's worst, to sing to an empty room hoping it was full. or to screw up yr prepped speech in a crowded house. both have drawbacks i guess.

here today, gone tomorrow. when these walls break down nobody's a somebody. im glad i knew that already =)

fresh from recluse 08:34 [+]

hello tiffy.
let me introduce you to your new roomie.
her name is. tiffy.

oh, and tiffy, remember your rent is due. please move out soon.

fresh from recluse 08:22 [+]

this just in. well, not really.



this lomo makes me feel like having another cigarette.

kinda like the people we see round town selling tissue paper, except that they wouldn't ask you for 2 bucks for a pack of Kleenex. Oh did I mention it was THREE-ply Kleenex to be exact? a sign of the state of things to come.

now now. since we've started on the issue of graffiti already, how can i not put this up? am pretty sure some history would us good.

aight, time for the raglans to pile.

fresh from recluse 08:38 [+]

this thing that we're in called life works in such subtle and funny ways some times. what started out as an innocent gesture, one that was never meticulously calculated, one that was decided at the whim of the moment, turned out to be such a rewarding yet almost heartbreaking experience i would say.

you start out at the peripheries yet get entangled unknowingly into the spin cycle of things. you went in detached but came out very much attached. what you didn't know was, yes you still stood at the peripheries, but your heart and your mind have long wandered past the borders and into the thick of the woods. and by the time these two got back, you might still be physically at the peripheries, but everything else about you have been altered, far beyond the depths of your imagination, and you're left wondering, what could have been.

and yes, i'm gay. and vietnamese.

fresh from recluse 06:30 [+]

a stab in the air. many stabs, into the air. every step, is like a stab, into the air. feels like the bad old days a sneakin' and a freakin' all over again.

a different form of orgasmic ecstasy. feels almost as good as, if not clearly better than, the usual one we all know and love.

fresh from recluse 08:38 [+]

whitest boy alive. so many people telling me one way. so many people telling me to stay. ever had time to have my mind made up. caught in a motion that I don't wanna stop.

during the chinese new year break a cousin opened my eyes to an interesting revelation. play with it and not let it play with your (health). how very true that is.

i need more trickeries of this sort. someday all the money i save from tax-free fags will come back haunting and stab me right smack in the heart. or, my lungs could simply malfunction.

hi babies. if you guys don't mind let's start living right now.

fresh from recluse 07:18 [+]

today. i took the bus. and i saw an ah pek wearing an original new era g-unit. i aint big on new era, or g-unit for that matter. but seeing this hip ah pek was kinda cool.

today. my friend opened my eyes to a new revelation, and now i cringe at bangkok d-squared even more.

today. i convinced someone that contrary to challenging her opinion, i wanted very much to hear her opinion so i could use it as a reminder.

today. i realised that more than half the world don't know who the flying eff. yoshida & company were. but that don't matter at all. in fact i smiled at this.

today. i remember how good it is to be outside of it all, to be above of it all. the sense of detachment is healthy.

today. i reminisced the good old days. how good it felt to do the wrong things and not get caught. but in turn be praised by it.

today. i rekindled my love for the red pack with them ugly teeth on it. how tax laws took this love away from me.

i figured i needed me a couple more things. one more recon, an atmos, one more bape, the airstab, one more chuck taylors.

fresh from recluse 08:21 [+]

some gripes I been having.

freeloaders. free riders. utilitarians. high manintenance but not worth the maintenance.

D-Squared caps that clearly scream "BANGKOK!!!" all over. Come on, if you don't know, we know.

ah, Recon. one of my favourites. repeating the same Recon, hardly my favourite.

pseudo emo. get over it aight.

self gratification. kudos to you.

tight tshirts, baggy pants. press "R" for Repeat. sheer hotness.

looking like the world owes you a living when clearly no one gives jack. BYE.

laughing at unfunny jokes. not that cool.

Spongebob's martian. sexxayyy.

being all moral yet secondary school at the same time. erh, grow up?

Just some gripes. That just it.

fresh from recluse 06:44 [+]

Nike AF1 25th Anniversary. Thaitanium Siam Square, Bangkok, Thailand. I was there.

fresh from recluse 05:16 [+]

So it is. Turning the big 22. Suddenly I feel like an old man, and more is expected of me of course. But a 22 year old male in our country is made to feel juvenile all the time, or at least he is made to do juvenile things. Like struggling to wake up for the first day of school, when he should be waking up for work. Could be more of a blessing than a curse in our context though.

Remind me if I'm not acting my age. Happy birthday to me.

fresh from recluse 10:28 [+]