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

31.12.05

One quickie post before I hit the road. This has been a good year, 2005. I should know. 2006 will be even better I reckon. Top on my list of resolutions, I've decided to hang out lesser with my good friend Phil Morris. He's a good man, no doubt. But I have to prioritise. This post is more a formality than anything else. Last post of the year. Happy New Year you guys. 2006 beckons.

fresh from recluse 04:55 [+]

SLE

So we roughed and tumbled along the mountains yet again in what seemed like the longest day. Three longest days in fact. Sada, Simpang, Lam San, not exactly the mountains, but you get the idea. I did it again without a changkol, and by far it was one of the most satisfying experiences ever lol. Pulled off a few firsts, a few stunts as well. The weather wasn't exactly on our side, not that the stingy number of sleeping hours did us any good. But yes, as my men put it, this truly was, the SLE. And now, Waiorou awaits, if I even spelt it correctly. Anyway, homeboy friday night. 2005's almost out of the door. Last I heard those dudes were doing pretty well attaining enlightenment. Hope the candy cane ain't struggling though.

fresh from recluse 07:32 [+]

An alcohol-free Christmas, except for that glass of bubbly, at the stroke of midnight of course. It rained all day yesterday, and even early this morning, dampening more than just a few moods. I turned from soldier to delivery boy today, not that I'm complaining though. I hope the dark chocs fulfil their purpose soon, they will never be able to attain nirvana, for as long as they're still where they are right now.

Oh, for the record, Happy Chrismukkah =)

fresh from recluse 07:20 [+]

So we spent a bomb again tonight, but the high lasted for only a short while. The past and present collide, it's just weird seeing things in a whole new perspective, a different one of course. I doubt Xiang managed to finish the rest of her essay, she could barely stand up. And I hope (against hope) that what I witnessed was what you really wanted and that you're happy. Long awaited hair cut tmr I really need to manage the mane a little. I know it's only gonna be a few days that I've got to survive but I know inside it's gonna feel like years. Lennard gave me an insightful summary of the person that he thought I was, and I appreciate it. I must say I was quite flattered by it. And T looked pretty damn stoned during closing time, I guess my worst fears were not unfounded after all. I called Candice a weakling but I know that I was feeling very much like her as well. Someone ruffled our feathers tonight and the boys got rowdy again, not that I didn't welcome it. Though I'm pretty sure it doesn't bode well for the shape of things to come. K was pretty damn irritating but what the hell, we're such good friends after all. Have a good trip it will be a lot of fun, will be around if you need anything, one call away. Aight time to go, I've got dark chocs waiting to be bought. Night y'all.

fresh from recluse 12:49 [+]

Here I go again, doing what I do best on a Sunday night. Which was, plainly, to wait for Friday.


Madcap of a weekend,
we were almost made to polish vertical bars
on a Friday night.
Literally, figuratively.
Saturday came,
and gone.
As I see my friends topple one after another.
The influence of alcohol, of course.
Hopes made to surge once, and then
Fall.
And it was immediate deja vu on
Sunday. You're a player.
But hell no,
I am the player.

Incoherent to all, but absolutely telling to one. That is, myself. =)

fresh from recluse 05:27 [+]

"C o n t r o l"



Control, control, control. That's the word for the weekend. Heck that's the word for the rest of the year. Whatever that's left of it, that is. They are aplenty. They are a dime in a dozen. They are definitely in abundance. So that's that. Control's THE word of the year for sure, I reckon.

fresh from recluse 07:23 [+]

A different kinda Friday night for a change
Late-night movie and drinks that lasted till late.
Sipping on Manhattan
Overlooking the city,
The irony of it all.
And then Azhar finally belted out some Guns,
Albeit long overdue.

fresh from recluse 00:16 [+]

Moon river, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style, some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker.
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way.
Two drifters, off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waiting 'round the bend,
My Huckleberry friend,
Moon river,

And me.


Sinatra's been stuck in my head for quite awhile now. Strangers in the Night keeps ringing in my ears like an old broken record. Not that I'm complaining though.

fresh from recluse 10:19 [+]

Expectations

It didn't turn out too bad actually. After all there were a couple of glitches along the way. We did get over them thankfully. A bit of trial and error from some imperfect information, some last minute topography skills, a lot of brazen thick-skinned querying from natives, and a couple of dishonest cab-drivers later, we emerged smiling, awarded with a few good buys, of course. And then some.

fresh from recluse 09:43 [+]

Roadtrippin'.

fresh from recluse 09:31 [+]

Death by triple choc.

fresh from recluse 09:27 [+]

We didn't see any Clyde, but shanghai "puma" tang stole the show.

fresh from recluse 09:25 [+]

Sneaking on a chessboard.

fresh from recluse 09:20 [+]

Shaky hands.

fresh from recluse 09:18 [+]

Mick Jagger battles Clark Kent in Redland.

fresh from recluse 09:16 [+]

I spotted actual dog-tags hanging on the rear view mirror of this Defender.

fresh from recluse 09:13 [+]

The one fizzy friend u know u can always rely on when in a foreign land.

fresh from recluse 09:10 [+]

sampoerna-land.

fresh from recluse 09:07 [+]

pineapple malibu.

fresh from recluse 05:11 [+]

So. Turns out Graeme and Daryl are related to this close friend of Mum's. That I only found out today. There were a couple of birthdays this weekend. Have a fruitful year ahead you guys.

Had a good Friday night surprisingly, and tonight was not too bad either. I bumped into dirtyman Sijie. He's looking good these days. Must be due to the recent Civilian Conversion Course he went through. Yeap, soldiers, quit drooling. Our buddy here has ORD-ed. No longer a NSF, but an NS-Man. Lucky guy he is.

Anyway. There's sth I gotta comment. I've always been a strong Al-Azhar fan since my days in JC and I go there almost every weekend even though I'm in the army. But tonight the Nasi Goreng Thai Pattaya was totally not up-to-standard. I was there looking forward to it but it was simply disappointing. But I swear those guys are making big bucks. You know I always make a point not to diss any of those waiters off. You never know what they might add to your food. We're oblivious to one mouthful of spit. I'd probably do that if I was a waiter that got dissed. But ah well, maybe that's just me. Not everyone's as evil as I think they are.

Anyways, a couple of random shots of my beloved checkered bin (there's a love story to it). And then some.

fresh from recluse 10:28 [+]

can he stop her from making that fatal leap? will she give in to his pleas?

fresh from recluse 10:22 [+]

baby girl, don't jump. please?

fresh from recluse 10:21 [+]

bravo! bruce and french bearbrick save the day. the couple unites and enjoys the view from the top.

fresh from recluse 10:18 [+]

romancing under christmas lights, complete with matching shades. ha.

fresh from recluse 10:17 [+]

Big Gay Lum.

fresh from recluse 10:14 [+]

Never, I repeat, never, play any sort of drinking games with this guy.

fresh from recluse 10:14 [+]

it all stood still.

fresh from recluse 10:13 [+]

and the narcissist has taken over.

fresh from recluse 10:11 [+]

I see you've been trying to stir shit, you fucking bitch.

fresh from recluse 21:13 [+]

I was at miyagi and a wave of disappointment swept over me (see his most recent article posted on Nov 16th). I guess Big Brother's really got his eyes on all of us eh. Even for the most minor of things.

Slipped back home from camp cos I miss the Bed. The past few days have never been busier. Think I'll catch a movie tonight, at home.

fresh from recluse 06:33 [+]

Went to JB yesterday for some cheaping dimsum and some Perilly's hahah. The air was much worst as we crossed the customs over to the side of our friendly neighbour's although my feet felt much lighter than it was before. It's just relaxing to go over to JB la. I just cancelled roaming so no one can reach me, unless I'm at City Square. M1's sunshine seems to be able to reach that part of JB so yeah. That's the thing with human beings. We yearn for something good yet lament and complain when something good actually happens. Not good at all. Anyway, we spent most part of the day in JB bought some cheap stuff ate some even cheaper McDonald's and had some not-so-cheap starbucks. All good. Saturday night, well, was a blast. That's that.

I didn't have tuition today so I slept in then went for lunch with Mum. Went to get a haircut and ended up buying 2 Trexis after that while I was stoning waiting for the guys to come down. Sometimes you gotta catch the hint when God's trying to send you a message. I swear He was trying to tell me something today. Wanted to get this watch on the cheap at a shop. I saw it last week. Turns out when I went there today, it was gone. Yep. Then there was this CBGB tee i wanted to get but was always too broke to, finally today I made up my mind to get it, guess what, someone's copped it already, in true Fourskin Hamburglar style. So yeah.

Anyways. Talking about haircut. I finally shaved. No big deal really, but the thought of shaving didn't really get to me until Mum asked me at lunch today.

Mum: Eh you going for the vagabond look or what?
Me (blur): Huh what.
Mum: Why haven't u shaved?
Me: Oh.

The thing is, I really wasn't keeping a goatee or beard or moustache or whatever on purpose. I just wasn't in the mood to do anything lately that's why. And it's weird. So after that monosyllabic conversation I made a mental note to do the deed when I got home.

Ah, enough of this already. I must be sounding like one of those bloggers I mentioned before. Better keep still there already. Anyways, looking forward to the end of the month, I'm hoping it wont't be an overrated long weekend though.

Good week ahead y'all. Especially those in the midst of exams.

fresh from recluse 11:13 [+]

tango's. 

fresh from recluse 09:26 [+]

liquid. and he smacked me at 5-10. 

fresh from recluse 09:26 [+]

big lights, city nights. 

fresh from recluse 09:24 [+]

and who said the stars refused to shine? he simply forgot about the power supply, that's all. 

fresh from recluse 09:23 [+]

a view to a kill. enough said.  

fresh from recluse 09:22 [+]

An apt song for the weekend. (only the title I guess)

Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning, rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Oh, come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow, driving slow.

fresh from recluse 10:40 [+]

Yup, that's right. I saw Rose McGowan tonight.

fresh from recluse 14:07 [+]

I gotta let you guys in on something. It's been bugging me for awhile and I'm afraid I can't hold out no more. It's this girl, she drives me crazy I tell you. Gets me all nervous and excited and whatever word in the dictionary that describes those two feelings I mentioned whenever I look at her.

Yeah, that's her I'm talking abt. Mischa. Marissa. Whichever name you guys know her by.


So.
I just got done watching the first 4 eps of OC (thank you very much John Tan). By the way quite charming of you to save some of the stuff under BASEBALL season eh. I always thought that was an excellent middle name for you. Don't kill me if you happen to read this. So where was I. Yeah. I was watching OC and I inevitably got reminded abt sth abt myself. A sense of deja vu hit me real hard and good. Till now it's still one of the things that still bother me. Though I must say this year has been quite a year. Eventful to say the least. I'd do anything to get back to where I was, just so I could undo this ONE thing. That. Yeah. Well, that's an assumption based on hindsight, and historians never do that. They know that history repeats itself unless you learn from it. And yeah. I'm no ninja but I'm certainly a historian. There's that.

Can't wait for the baseball season to be over.

fresh from recluse 13:26 [+]

Midweek midnight tryst with the mates.
High on Erdinger and Chicken McCrispy, and
I'm restored to a shaky equilibrium. Strangely,
Phil Morris has all but lost his magical appeal on me.

ah well, anyone up for a Chupa Chup?

fresh from recluse 21:14 [+]

Image courtesy of Shuwen. even the caption's in Mexican-esque English, in line with the re-release of mexico66. So maybe I've got a fish-face. But heck, I know my corsair still loves me all the same.





** In case you can't see the words, they read "When you wear shoe that is this much eye-catcher, people no notice you have face like fish." There's that.

fresh from recluse 08:20 [+]

babe of the month



Little miss tiger corsair, I knew you were the one the moment my eyes met yours.  


 

enough said. that's love at first sight for you.

fresh from recluse 11:12 [+]

Wish you were here

come as you are, enter sandman, wonderwall, spoon man, one. Shirleen, thanks for making my Saturday evening so Unexpected(ly) enjoyable. And no, I don't wear caps all the time :)

fresh from recluse 10:10 [+]

I've always wondered abt something ever since I started blogging.

If a blog is treated by many as a sort of diary or journal to replace the traditional handwritten ones, then isn't it a huge irony that we are happily typing our thoughts out on the world wide web for all to see? Surely if we had handwritten our thoughts in a personal book, we would not be so frivolous and generous as to "share" it with the world at large, would we?

Yet the reality right now is quite the contrary. Tons of people are logging on every single day telling the world how their day went. Which brings me to the next point. Doesn't this subconscious (very much conscious, in fact!) awareness of the fact that someone you know or even a total stranger might be reading your entry actually drive one to be tempted to only blog about the good things? What I mean by the good things is basically things that make the owner of the blog look good, cool, kind, or whatever. Yeah you get the drift.

And how is it that one can actually be willing to link your diary to other peoples' diaries? I get the impression that blogging is not about diary but actually a well-camouflaged way of widening one's social network. Kinda like Friendster and other similar online engines of the like. It's just weird that you don't mind people putting a link of your blog on theirs so other people (those u know and do not know) can click on it and read abt you. It's a well-concealed way of publicising yrself to the society at large. Now who would subject their handwritten diary to this lyrical rape of sorts? The answer is, no one.

If someone was concerned abt privacy they would never do that. However, some blogs do remain very much anonymous and private, with passwords and all. From this we can infer that those of the "public" and "non-anonymous" group are in a way publicising their lives. Not all, of course. I am being objective in this. But then isn't it also reasonable to say that they may not be entirely honest in their entries? Or there may be certain purposeful discrepancies just to show how cool, how rich, how fun a life i have, etc, these people are? Yet again I must maintain this doesn't pertain to all bloggers. But I dare say, some, if not a large percentage of the blogging population, are hypocritical in some manner.

Ah well. I'm certain what I'm saying here strikes a chord or two with those of you who are reading this. Not too many, I hope. I wouldn't really want that. Not at all.

Just a thought of mine, guys. Had to get it off my chest, that's all.



Eunice: How've you been? I miss talking to you. Hope the exam prep's going good. Will be around if you need anything. =)
But of course, you won't even know I wrote this here. She doesn't even know I've got a blog. Ha.

Good night y'all.

fresh from recluse 09:54 [+]

comparative advantage or disadvantage. I never realised that economics played such a huge role even in everyday life. or maybe i simply overlooked it till now.

it probably is a well-publicised/well-known fact that I'm not exactly a huge fan of the army. the days from now are gonna be real packed and busy. I'm gonna find myself tired, sleepy, sweating and all. but sth tonight tells me I'm gonna welcome this change. takes my mind off non-army stuff.

fresh from recluse 08:52 [+]

a night of changes, and continuity

home early on a friday night, a deja vu of sorts.
one i hope will become a weekly ritual.
a welcome change notwithstanding.
a change of taste as well.
im doing lights tonight.
coke with a slice of lemon (yours truly).
a faint reminder of bourbon cola.
on the run across penny lane amidst evergreen strawberry fields,
paul mccartney and the beatles reunite in the land of itunes.
bearing high hopes for tomorrow,
and im thankful for the constancy of this dashboard.

good weekend y'all.

fresh from recluse 11:03 [+]

not in any order of any sort.

cake - alpha beta parking lot
placebo - burger queen
beyond - hei foon lei (cantonese)
beyond - love
sash - ecuador
keane - bedshapped
the bravery - tyrant
red hot chilli peppers - dosed
black - it's a wonderful life
the scorpions - when the smoke is going down
craig david - rendezvous
teresa teng - wo2 zhi3 zai4 hu1 ni3
the beatles - and i love her
LMF - what the fuck
the usual suspects - within you'll remain
third eye blind - good for you
pink floyd - wish you were here
chingy - one call away
iron and wine - such great heights
OMD - if you leave
aretha franklin - what a difference a day makes
radiohead - exit music

and more.

fresh from recluse 10:50 [+]

it's a familiar scene. this one i'm going through right now. myself right in front of the blogger interface. one Lucky in between my fingers. camomile tea bag drowned at the bottom of my raffles/starbucks mug. my "sqyntz supersourz" tin opened up always ready for its newfound duties (btw sqyntz is a kinda candy u guys shld check it out). and im enjoying it. this. i was talking to eric last night abt how we all need to do some "loner-ing" at times because we simply cannot be social people 24/7. other than the fact that Capricorns tend to be loners. compounded to the fact that im an only son and an only child at that. but yes, i do enjoy such "loner-ing" times. it's a familiar scene all right. one that's here to stay.

someone told me i smell of rainbath and rokoks. damn u Phil Morris.

fresh from recluse 09:55 [+]

I'd willingly give a hundred and ten percent, and even more, if I was given a hundred percent in return.

fresh from recluse 07:10 [+]

ji kee lo ko, oh oh! sometimes i just feel like chanting it out loud. i apologise. these days, the ah beng in me is starting to take over my good side. whatever that's left of it, that is.

fresh from recluse 01:50 [+]

9 Good Sports (because 9 is the largest single digit number)

1. A good sport is better played naked.

2. A good sport requires nice shoes.

3. A good sport deserves better than a theme song sung by Ricky Martin.

4. A good sport is hilarious when played drunk.

5. A good sport is a guy who's used to losing.

6. A good sport is usually played by a foreign talent in Singapore.

7. A good sport involves balls, holes and swinging.

8. A good sport is one that ends with an orgasm.

9. A good sport would be chuckling politely by the end of this (cmon, humour me).

fresh from recluse 10:12 [+]

a simple hello. a two-bit smile. minimal eye contact. this would've done the trick. you chose to be indifferent. you chose to be cold. i know i'm already in yr history books. u don't have to worry abt me cos u are also in mine. all i wanted was to stay friends. well, u decided u want otherwise. it's all good man.

that aside, my urge to visit australia is growing by the day. and i don't think i can curb it. not at all.

fresh from recluse 13:43 [+]

So last night we set out to make a drunkard out of Sylvester. Seb and I decided that it was time to break his usual straitlaced, serious demeanour down and loosen him up. Most of the guys missed out on the fun cos they had some camp-related crap so yeah. It started off with 2 lambos, or was it 3? But we really enjoyed Syl's face as he downed his virgin lambo haha. It was such a sight. One martini, couple of vodka shots and some beers later, I've got him moving on the floor like I've never seen him before. He was smiling as hell and I believe he wasn't drunk. Just pleasantly high. It was a good outing, sth I never had in a long damn fucking while.

As usual there must always be sth that taints a good night. My favourite friend of the year Mr. Jason (in da house!) was there last night and he was being his usual anal self. Someone should teach him some serious manners. Didn't Momma ever told u not to stare? Even lovers know it's rude to stare when they're kissing. I'd hate it if someone else has to teach u a lesson in manners, one u apparently didn't receive since young. But no worries u didnt mess up my night bad. Just felt like there was a fly buzzing around me the whole damn night that's all. But I can still put up with that. For now at least.

So yeah. That was it. Got this sudden urge to visit Australia. Ha. Hell muthafucking yeah.

fresh from recluse 21:33 [+]

So there was this one particular day (or could've been night?) prior to thailand that I was at home in front of my computer playing around with itunes. Now that I'm blogging abt it things are starting to come back to me now. I walked to the living room hoping there'd be some good TV when I spied some CDs lying around the stereo area. My Dad had left his private (I can't stress enough of private) stash of CDs there. Guys, when I say CDs, i meant music/audio CDs. not porn. I understand how the word "stash" brings to mind a certain scandalous connotation. But yeah, sorry to disappoint. There were Scorpions, Carpenters, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath just to name a few. The one that killed me seriously, was a Scorpions Live in Munich album. So i faithfully burned them into itunes.

Fast forward from then to today. Yes, right this moment. I was playing some of those tracks i burned from those CDs and my room door was opened. Exactly abt 12 minutes ago my dad came into my room, gave me a knowing smile, and an equally knowing nod. I bet he didn't know I burned them into itunes. Hell I'm not sure if he knows what itunes is. But I know, from that very moment on, we gonna be brothers for life. Ha. Hell yeah.

fresh from recluse 05:55 [+]

this week's been weird, intense, disappointing. what do i know. not my kinda scene after all.

fresh from recluse 11:16 [+]

sure was awkward, having to confront so many elements of your past in just one night. hell, in just a couple of hours. and all this while without even being able to grapple the present. walking past someone looking that someone in the eye without the need to even physically lay eyes on the person. that's a skill i've gradually come to attain. and im getting hella good at it.

fresh from recluse 13:52 [+]

once in a while a good-looking face enters your world, sweeps you off your feet, then breaks your heart at the same time. never mind, im confident that i'll recover by the time i wake up tmr.

fresh from recluse 14:00 [+]

all in all, it was a failed campaign. at our level, i've done what i could. just glad to be home safe, and that the rest are too.

fresh from recluse 21:43 [+]

off to the land of smiles. catch y'all in a bit.

fresh from recluse 07:12 [+]

Hey will you stay awhile
My smile will not mislead you
Cause I've been alone
My faith turned to stone
Still there's something in you I believe in
Close to the pierce I go wild and fierce
Still I let you be, I feel you next to me
Cause inside I feel a wind that starts to blow
I'm taken in your undertow
Everything is fine, I'm lonely all the time
Cause all I want to do is be there
For the things that you're going through
Well, is it good for you is it good for you
Cause you haunt my nights when
I don't know where my life should go
Well, is it good for you, is it good for you
Hey child please stay a while
My smile will not mislead you
Cause I've been without I go wild with doubt
I grab at you I can't stop grabbing at you
Cause I feel you cross my mind
In disarray, intoxicated ricochet
There's nothing wrong just don't take too long
Cause all I want to do is be there
For the things that you're going through
Well, is it good for you is it good for you
Cause you haunt my nights when
I don't know where my life should go
Well, is it good for you
Well, is it good for you
All I want to do is be there
For the things that you're going through
Well is it good for you
Well is it good for you
Cause you haunt my nights when
I don't know where my life should go
Well is it good for you
Well is it good for you

Third Eye Blind - Good For You

disclaimer:
'tis just a tune i been hooked on since i was 14, in case some of u out there start getting all the wrong ideas into yr head.

fresh from recluse 00:50 [+]

the amount of conversation we had tonight must've been more than all the phone conversations we ever had over the past 3 years combined.

fresh from recluse 11:20 [+]

so there they were, armed with their weapons so long unused no one knows if they've become obsolete, running and tumbling along mosquito-infested Murai. like toy soldiers with no aim, they were at the beck and call of one man alone. they were fighting a make believe war. an invisible war. a war of ballooned, ill-proportioned egoes.

fresh from recluse 07:52 [+]

Girl recognize game, before game recognize you
You're dealin wit a player, true
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a blunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get drunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .

fresh from recluse 04:09 [+]

one helluva extended break.
reunion of sorts at an old familiar ground.
that familiar sense of disappointment notwithstanding.
home early on a friday night, a refreshing experience.
developing a worrying dependency on sth most unexpected.
consecutive 7am bedtimes over the weekend.
death by dvds and the oc.

fresh from recluse 07:28 [+]

the champions league final taught me one thing. that is, luck plays a pivotal role in all things, no matter how adverse circumstances may be. ah well, a particular steven must be so pleased, much to my dismay/disappointment of course. no worries, i'll still have the last laugh. hopefully.

fresh from recluse 07:39 [+]

j: i was right abt u after all. u ARE materialistic and superficial. so glad i didnt let things get out of hand then. can't imagine what my life would be like now if i didnt put a stop to it. probably not good. ha.

fresh from recluse 09:58 [+]

now now, couple a things.

aight first things first the saturday feels like a sunday to me. too damn lazy to do anything im just stoning arnd. havent had a single drop of water since i woke up cos im just too lazy to get a drink for myself. cancelled coffee on a friend of mine (sorry mel) as well, but i do have sth on later so yeah. oh yeah stef's home, welcome back girl. hope the weather hasnt killed u yet.

last night. jason. all i can say is. HA HA HA. he got into trouble without us even doing anything. YM: if u're reading this i dont know if u are, i wasnt the one that stirred shit. u have my word for that. but turns out im right, he is one mofo after all. aint nothing gonna change that fact. don't worry i'll be there to tell him that. in his face.

oh and i was pretty damn shocked by what i heard man. my response to that is, if u're not up to anything like that i understand, dont go shooting bull off yr dirty ass mouth aight. anyways i was never on the losing end. u've had yr fair share of fun but just remember who played who first yeah. glad i hardly know u.

gosh. i sure am looking forward to dinner. good saturday y'all.

fresh from recluse 01:43 [+]

till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe.

fresh from recluse 06:29 [+]

I'm all about,

camomile. mee goreng matalembut, al-azhar style. gatsby. davidoff goodlife. catcher in the rye, over and over again. viceroy menthol. rhumba frap with power. meritocracy as an ideal. sleeptalking (and walking). 30-minute jogs. loner-ing. sunday night reggae at hard rock's. baron's red bull at zouk kopitiam with andrew pek and bighead eugene. getting up, standing up, standing up for my rights. waxing lyrical. repeating myself. 8250. potblack race to 3. soccer. black and white checks. my predators. tupac. chong pang nasi lemak. dunks. old school dirty green. martell on the rocks. seawalking. banks and a wispy back. mambo night. chinese high. sniggering. sinhoisan drunken prawns alive and kicking. square rooms. sneaks. all things monogram. playing the clown with the family babes. pink is for girls (so not). running away, yet backtracking halfway. porcelain white fairskin. psyched up. lady by modjo. renault's fernando alonso. utopia. old school new kicks. gooding primary sch. mao. revolution and upheaval. ah beng chant. love before lust. opportunism. mellow melancholy. challenging the ability of authority. disillusionment. utopia. pocari sweat outfield. bottling it up. laughing my ass off. my gum sole full white airforce1s. getting high on oxygen. truckers. freshly squeezed OJ. relaxing. far east rickety bridge. MSN out-to-lunch. wang wang crackers. alone time. grand plans that nvr start. toothy grin. expecting the worst yet hoping the best. jet-black hair. brooding. repeating myself. mambo night. bling. goodwood park porridge. trying my damn best. wild as hell imagination. ernesto che guevara. flea markets. forgetting to turn off the lights before slping, all the time. tapered pants. random triggers. whining. playing daytona. lang, lana. lana cake. cake, the band. collecting night lights. losing my cool. red as hell after drinking. repeating myself. winning eleven. pocket tees. hornby's high fidelity. "screw-tarik". volatility. mouthing lyrics whenever a song plays. speaking up. borders bistro. cheeks (on the face). rendezvous by craig david. latte. getting too into things. repeating myself.

fresh from recluse 10:31 [+]

ENTJ - Commandant You scored 90% I to E, 42% N to S, 66% F to T, and 47% J to P!

The single word to describe your type is fieldmarshal or commandant. You also belong to the larger group called rationals. You love to organize others in matters of logic. Even as a child, you likely naturally assumed the role of leader in groups. You share your personality type with 2% of the population. When you lead, you are more concerned with policy and goals than rules and regulations. You have a tendency to become a workaholic. You are impatient with repetition of error. You are friendly and outgoing, though. You don't mince words and willingly share your many strong opinions. As a romantic partner, you are inspiring, but also somewhat challenging. You have a strong desire to be in charge and your clear need for an organized life and home can be overwelming to a partner. You like to confront conflict directly, discuss problems unflinchingly, solve them, then put them behind you. However, you can be too impatient or unwilling to take the time to listen to your partner and give them a chance to express themselves fully so that they also have a sense of closure. You are generally uncomfortable dealing with emotions, so you are apt to dismiss your partner's emotions as illogical. You feel most appreciated when your partner asks for your opinions, takes your adivce, and relies on you to get a job done right. Your group summary: rationals (NT) Your type summary: ENTJ

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 93% on I to E You scored higher than 47% on N to S You scored higher than 72% on F to T You scored higher than 45% on J to P

Link: The LONG Scientific Personality Test written by unpretentious2 on Ok Cupid

fresh from recluse 08:37 [+]

So i realised today there are ppl out there that read my blog without my knowledge. freaked me out today when a friend of mine quoted from one of my entries. flattered i must say, but still feels bit weird. makes me wonder how many more voyeurs there are out there. especially those that fleet in and leave 3-word msgs on my tagboard eh. yeah thats right im talking abt u alright. ha. maybe i shld be more cautious about what i say over here................... then again, nah screw it.


Wars come and go, but my souljahs, they are eternal. --Tupac Shakur
aight. so i just typed out a seemingly cheesy quote. no im not trying to act cool or trying to tell the whole damn world that im a cool kid that listens to the man's music. i dont know why i just read it from somewhere and i just liked it. yeap.

fresh from recluse 05:25 [+]

But i do know one thing though. Bitches they come, they go.

fresh from recluse 09:49 [+]

How many special people change.

so we sat there in the car, waiting for the song on the ipod to finish playing even though we've already reached our destination. i was telling the guys which part of the song i felt spoilt the whole damn song itself. paul and jon (so fucking glad u're back) just ignored my incessant chattering but i carried on anyway. it really isnt abt whether anyone heard me at all, i just had to comment anyway. sean sat beside me singing like he was the lead singer at wala's, or blue's for that matter. he's always, engaged. and i like that. had coffee 3 times today, it grows on you i tell you. oh, did i ever mention that u've been the sole calming force in my life thus far. the healer. and im thankful for that.

fresh from recluse 11:46 [+]

I just saw this girl on the net that looked really like Sherlyn. Her name was Logan. I damn near gave Sherlyn a call I'll tell you. Ah, the nerve of it all. Suppress.

fresh from recluse 23:34 [+]

One man's regret. Yeow Kuan, i totally understand it.

fresh from recluse 09:58 [+]

Inspired by a certain someone, that which i would not name, I ran a Google on myself to see the sort of results it'd generate. Turns out I was right. The more famous Kennedys before me naturally took precedence over this furiously typing commoner in front of the computer screen right now. but hey who's complaining? keep Googling girl. =)

She wont be able to read this though, oh well. Hah.

fresh from recluse 04:28 [+]

i think u cultivated my sudden liking for ice cream. but then again.

go get, Cake - Where Would I Be

fresh from recluse 10:39 [+]

so what's been up? life's been a madcap of crazy events that comes hitting me in the face in a whole successive series of blow by blow action. fagging's taken on a whole new meaning in my dictionary. to put it plainly, it has become part of my life. it matters but oh well, i cant do nothing abt it can i? my body's constantly being injected with moet, martell, johnnie, baron's, martinis etc etc. even boozing or drinking has lost its novelty on me.

fresh from recluse 12:19 [+]

when the flying fuck am i going to ORD.

fresh from recluse 05:45 [+]

a quick browse at today's paper (saturday) will bring to attention a certain corruption case involving a man who used to be a scholar of some sort. take a second, more careful browse and one will realise what sort of scholar he used to be. this is as far as im gonna talk abt it. u guys go figure.

fresh from recluse 11:36 [+]

dont fucking play tricks on me u understand. i dont give two fucks who the hell u think u are but i say again, dont get all tricksy on me u better get that shit up yr head. im not up for playing yr little game so if you are, you and your game can take a fucking hike on the next bus.

frank, you fucking opened my eyes tonight bro. i adore you for that.

fresh from recluse 10:07 [+]

ji kee loh koh, oh oh.

oei4 oei4 oei4 oei4 oei4, oei2 oei2 oei2 oei2 oei2, aiyah aiyah aiyah aiyah aiyah,
aiyah aiyah, kaobei lah!

sex.

fresh from recluse 06:16 [+]

i'll sip on martinis and apple shooters wit you all day, just so you'll stay by my side.

fresh from recluse 19:25 [+]

you call if you wanna roll wit me.
im only one call away.

fresh from recluse 06:54 [+]

back. heads held high. point proven.
enough said.

fresh from recluse 22:32 [+]

THE whole of last night i downloaded a whole list of beyond and LMF tracks. tracks that i so wanted to get for a helluva long time but i was too lazy to or simply put it off time and again, just like many things i've put off doing in my life. and no i dun understand a single bit of cantonese (cept for the dirty bits), but it dun matter anyway.

i can hear my calling right now. loud and clear. bollywood's beckoning cannot be ignored. i can almost see that lone solitary coconut tree by the beach, its leaves swaying with the winds, like an oasis that brings hope to lost travellers in the desert. time to play catch around the tree boys.

aight. couple more hrs before i scoot off to the airport. this is it. all that crap i went through will culminate in an even larger piece of crap when im over there, but it can only be worth it if we really make it good this time round. no, life wont get better even if we do good but we've got to. this time we do it good and we'll come back with our heads held high. no one can take it from us.

ok. catch up with y'all later.

fresh from recluse 08:20 [+]

it's not one girl lost, it's one friend that's lost.

fresh from recluse 22:27 [+]

I need more mellow, melancholic tunes to perk me up.

fresh from recluse 05:55 [+]

IT'S times like these im starting to treasure more and more as india beckons me into her wide, open arms. sitting in front of my comp shooting bull with my mates and typing bull on blogger, listening to songs and all that stuff have become a luxury. that slow, drawl of vocals by embrace on my speaker right now gets me into some kinda reminiscent mood i dunno why too. mighty glad that im back home and far away from u-know-where. dun even wanna mention the place in the same breath. my room's much neater after clearing away tons of old mags, some clothes etc. still cant bear to dump my a level notes sth inside me tells me i may need em in uni. i doubt it seriously but i'll just listen to that little voice inside me for now. ah well, a break ahead of me for now gonna concentrate on being a full fledged civilian for the time being, not for long though! u guys go knock yrselves out.

fresh from recluse 09:21 [+]

the week in retrospect.

lately i've been so busy with stuff that i havent really been blogging so i've kinda decided to be a real bore and list (yes, LIST) out what i've been up to the past wk. saturday i did coffee with candace (yep, thats the queen alright) and just hung out for awhile. den it was out with the boys went down to chen an's work place for some seesha. sunday i headed for the zouk flea and picked up a couple of cool stuff. got this graniph tee for twenty bucks i simply love it to bits, den it was dinner w clara. the blues set in after that cos i went back to camp going for exercise on monday. 3 days and 2 nights later i survived surprisingly with irritating sandfly bites and heat rash but ah well fuck it i aint complaining that its over finally. slept thru wed and yesterday, jus got home frm chinatown today, filled to the damned brim with chinese new yr spirit haha. bought some useless decorations and food thingy home but my grandma was duly surprised not to mention happy so im glad abt that. usually i go home with a new mesh cap or sneakers or a tee or sth useless... but this time its kinda like a contribution to the household eh dont u think? going out soon feel a need for some retail therapy haha im feeling rich. maybe not zouk tonight kinda losing the feel for it gotta detox from it for a little while. could've made it on wed night but i chose to slp in camp haha and i still stick by my choice though the guys kinda fucked me for doing that. aight. time to go.

fresh from recluse 02:58 [+]

that smile never changes. that demeanour of yours remains the same. that same one that charmed a young boy some 800 days ago. some 800 days later things seem as if they haven't changed a bit but they have. and he remembers what it was that drove him crazy then, how he was so taken in, so enraptured. no one's to blame he knows he messed things up. but now's a good time to make up for what's lost. slow.

fresh from recluse 11:40 [+]

teenager no more. the degeneration starts right from this moment on.

fresh from recluse 13:07 [+]