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

25.7.03

Good friends we have,
good friends we have lost
along the way.
In this bright future,
you can't forget your past.
So dry your tears, I say.


"Day after day, ride after ride, we'll hook up on the other side." --Tupac

fresh from recluse 09:27 [+]

fuck. it's times like these that really make me wanna say the word and say it loud. and say it loud i did when i opened up my wallet after pe today to realise that i only have 50cents left in my wallet. no i didn't forget to bring money. someone took it when i was having pe. should i feel relieved that the thief kindly left my other more impt stuff in the wallet alone? maybe? i don't know. kinda positive in a morbid way if i should think it like that i say. but no, all i wanna say is, fuck.

seems like the sch's making waves in the media all over again. not only are we hitting headlines we're now talked abt and discussed in magazines as well, hows that for publicity? check out this wk's 8days... and today's forum page as well. 2 opposing viewpoints of the same issue... now that's the kinda balanced and objective argument that needs to be achieved in a truly successful GP essay. is it a wonder at all why this sounds ironic?

fresh from recluse 09:01 [+]

Me: Is it me? Or is it the Monday?
Classmate: It's the Monday.

On Monday, my world seems to be unable to recover from the madness of the wkend, as it struggles to awake from its slumber, no matter how much (or little, rather) sleep i got the night before. Monday mornings were when my 6 am handphone alarm fails to work its magic, and i issue my personal most favourite excuse of "Let me rest for 5 mins more and i'll wake up", only to realise that the situation had become more of a "Shit i've slept half an hour more". And when i finally get out of bed, before me lies immediate challenges to be faced. I had to shower, change up, put on my shoes, get outta the house, shower, change up, put on my shoes, get outta the house.

This is the day in which my little ghetto of a neighbourhood went about their routine like any other week day: went to school, went for work, went to the markets, etc. Which makes me wonder why im always left wondering why im not able to fit into this "routine-isation" of sorts, contemplating things i'd rather be doing. Part of me tells me that there's more worthwhile things out there to be done. Part of me simply says "Quit dreaming, boy". A friend once said that in life we sometimes do things that we want to do, but most of the time we have no choice but to do some things that we absolutely have to. It's the Monday morning that leads me contemplating abt the things i want to and have to do.

I loath struggling up the bus, only to realise there's plenty of space on the bus, just that tons of students of a certain secondary sch along the way simply ignore the "Pls move to the rear sign". And it gets me all pissed up knowing that there are elderly ppl out there rushing for work who's gotta miss their bus just cos a bunch of kids act like they own the bus and can't read the bus signs. I loath studying. Don't get me wrong sch's okay plus i enjoy the company of my friends. But it's exams and lessons that get me down, and though i know these are inevitable in a student's life, i can't help feeling the way i do. The only comfort i can take is probably that im not alone in this. I loath the countless temperature-taking sessions, and yes i understand that "SARS is the virus that i just want to MINUS!" so that there will be no more "SAR-prises" and we can all be "SAR-vivors", but the sheer hassle of it puts me off. I loath looking at my watch for the umpteenth time, wishing, and hoping, and waiting, wishing, and hoping, and waiting for my break to come. And although no doubt I enjoy bumming around with my friends indulging in the extremely sacred act of "talking cock", I loath it when this becomes an excessive, even extravagant way of lulling our time away. I loath it when we simply slacked and talked and ate and tried doing some work, and doing what we did most, which was to wait for Friday.

fresh from recluse 09:36 [+]

2 straight nights of heavy boozing surely don't bode well for my system but im at a point of time in my life whereby what's bad for me is good, and if they're worst it's probably better. I've told myself this week's gonna be a week of brain drain and recklessness to recover myself from the common tests (and the trauma of results). Countless rounds of beer and bourbon later, im still haunted by the ghosts that've been with me since i cannot recall when. And in this wkend of mine, though all-night friday night rnb did do me a bit of good, as Bob Marley said to me repeatedly that "everything's gonna be alright, that my feet's my only carriage and so i've gotta push on through", but amidst the blare of eclectic sounds from electric guitars at the chinablack guitar contest last night, and the incessant crackle of pool balls being broken up at random tables at the pool parlour, and the newton circus hawkers almost near-coercing me and my friends to buy sambal stingray from THEIR stall, and the all-night bouts of smackdown on ps2 w the brothers till 8 this morning, and me, colin, hb, kennard laughing so hard it hurt as we played, and the alchohol's numbing of my senses, i remain un-numbed (if thats the word), but ever so sensitive to what's going on around and within me, i ain't doing just fine.

fresh from recluse 09:35 [+]

Uh-oh. Watch as the fierce animals come to you,
waiting to sink their teeth into your flesh.
You would have been fed to wild beasts with
your rebellious nature. Just be glad that
you're not there now, unless you enjoy being
chowed down by bits.


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fresh from recluse 06:13 [+]

post common tests

im still seeing it all the time, that same vision, that same word. think im gonna have to live with it for quite awhile. funny how such a simple word can get my whole system outta whack. ironic.

fresh from recluse 08:53 [+]