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

18.11.08

capslockingelles

Sometimes, you wonder about the proverbial leeches in their true but ugly colours, clinging on to their dear lives on the calf of the unknowing river-crossing traveller.

And you wonder why no matter how much you warn the traveller he doesn't seem to be able to catch anything.

This time it's different. Where the river is as long as eternity, there is only one inevitable end for the traveller.

Them leeches gon' suck you dry.


sidenote: why the fuck are people paying 125 bucks for zapatos?

fresh from recluse 09:35 [+]

today marks children's day. where we are supposed to forget what we came to know as we became adults.

today marks the end of the fasting month for our muslim folks. a month of impressive perseverance that us non muslims will never be able to imagine enduring or going through.

today marks GST rebate day. where we are supposed to remember to be thankful.

today marks SDPC day. another "first" that we can be proud of.

where the failed bailout and the 777 Dow Jones incident overshadows the passing of a Singaporean revolutionary, I'm thankful and glad that I do not have to be worrying about my lifetime savings with AIG, simply because I have none to begin with. At least, I still am in a position to put things in perspective. Of course, the lesson of the day is to keep all your savings in your safe at home. This might seem slightly ridiculous now, but hey I don't think it's very far off.

the wheels keep on turning. they don't stop.
they won't stop.

fresh from recluse 11:04 [+]

The task at hand, victory at the end.
Pillage and plunder, this world asunder,
In our myopic haste, we forgot more than half the world,
still lay waste, to a war orchestrated by an outlaw.
Cause no more pain, Hedi Slimane,
Cash in the pockets beats hype on them backs.
frivolity with threads invites mere karmic tomfoolery of a different fad.
Now, now, ain't that rad?
Goldstein shall come, to stop this sin, and
save our skin. Freedom shall beckon, but even she cannot
Reckon,
the day to cease and slacken.
bring back the mullet, or start a riot. For
De Niro the hero, shall start this Game from zero
While we'll watch, from our
Pillows.

Make hay, not war.
Say NO to nu-rave.
Say YES to razor ramon sumitani And in the meantime,
fuck the N.U.M. shit

I'm going to Disneyland.

fresh from recluse 12:20 [+]

happy bird day

Yesterday, or two days ago, however strictly you view the clock by, was the ninth of august two thousand and eight. So there was this one helluva celebration and a hell lot of fireworks being thrown about. In the heart of an impending racing extravaganza, amidst the exciting buzz of a never-before resort (the first ever in fact), and right smack in the nexus of the commercial hub. What a glorious way to remind us how the year has past.



Thanks to cable TV, someone had the pleasure of waving the flag at home while enjoying the gun salute.



And of course, I'm sure the manhunt for these people continue to intensify despite the roaring of fighter jet planes.

fresh from recluse 11:05 [+]

this blue-eyed baby boy bumbles up to you with a wide smile on his face hands you a big brown envelope the size of a piece of A4 printing paper but in brown yes in brown and you open it up to find a mostly-white slightly-purplish hard cover book lightly illustrated with the title le petit prince in gentle cursive black at the front.

there is a light that never goes out.

fresh from recluse 10:09 [+]

Oh no.

One by one, ticking time bombs won. It's not the secret of the government. That's keeping you dumb. It's the other way around. Wait. What's that sound? One by one baby here they come. He wants it easy. He wants it relaxed. Said I can do alot of things, but I can't do that. Two steps forward, then three steps back. Two steps forward, another three back.

fresh from recluse 09:44 [+]

In bad shape

The lyrics are quite (n)emo but the beats really killed me and thats what matters. If anyone has the time, check out the vid on youtube. Note the part where the guy brushes his teeth and washes his face it is hilarious.

There's something in the air tonight
A feeling that you have that could change your life
There's something burning up inside
I reach out for you and our hearts collide

With hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight

I've been searching for a love alive
Drowning in the silence as we walk the night
Your hand is out and brushes mine
A moment that is frozen as we hang in time
Hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and
Dance the blues.
Let's dance, for fear
your grace should fall
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all.
No, it ain't all.

I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd I guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd I guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.

FOR THE RECORD. ALL THE LYRICS POSTED HERE MEAN NOTHING BUT ONE THING:
WE NEED THEM KILLA BEATS TO BREAK THE BAD BEAT.

fresh from recluse 07:56 [+]

So I thought about our bad attempt at pulling off an "On The Road" stunt and the guffaws that followed. Then there was reptilia and heart in a cage that came into the fray and the memories of tripping. Things just fly by my very eyes in as lucid a manner as possible as if on replay so realistic that even reality felt unreal right next to it. The impending Mecca to the land I remember only for Kanchanaburi and ninja vans and placebo oasis and the forgettable "chasing cars" churns out as many signs as one can foresee or be told. 6 days and 6 years seem all but similar yet homage must be paid and it must be paid in the most fucking fantabulous way as possible because there is no because.

New idea for a subcrew cap: we fuck the NUM shit.

fresh from recluse 11:09 [+]

In remembrance of Recruit Andrew Cheah Wei Siong and OCT Clifton Lam Jia Hao

2 fine young men died in the name of national defence and national service within the past 5 days.
Are we killing our sons even before they go to war?

fresh from recluse 14:04 [+]

cash money courtesy of the oligarchy

the same one thing that impressed,
that same one thing that turned us off
the mellon collie of it all, to be ever more so distant.
Sissy would've been upset if she knew.
Judgments will be reserved, while Hope
Renews on the premise of coincidence.
Prophets overnight we've become.
These skills, and
Tools, overnight, we gained.
The chaos of big bang enclosed in
4 walls of a head, fleeced by
Demeanour calmer than the eye of the
Storm, we will not,
be lazy teachers, ants prancing on the car.
someone's gotta do the job.
Office boys get paid to do their work, hence some
Work, any type of
Work, calls for work. Yes,
even Office Boy Work.
the mellon collie of it all.
of halos and hallows.
the knife underneath that fleece of a sheepskin of yours.
you forgot the berettas tucked comfortably under my coat.
but no, no mano a mano.
im a keep them rounds for a worthy soul.

fresh from recluse 10:59 [+]

Shirt Power


perennial spiderwebs linger from the glory of yesteryear gnaw
on you like leeches to them rough hips
Usher in the new era of comic superhero revival. Oasis
gives great advice that is oft heard but not listened, some choose
to remain in time's warp.
Some feign the very expressions on their face. Futility's
Firstborn, but Deception goes on as far as oneself.
Denial means something only when it is decorated with "self".
Pray tell what's your poison, where the straight are
crooked and the crooked, crooked, Denial means something
Only when it is decorated with "self". Materialistic desires
Skimpily clothed in dud Grade A copies of sincerity confusion love
lost and found and/or romantic revelations.
Turquoise is the only thing that's anywhere near authentic.
Sometimes we forget to examine the inner tags; legit check.
Alas! Even we have the wrong inner tags ourselves.
Freedom has come home for more than 730 days now,
the cops are inside us, and they say take off your pants.

Remember: the date must touch the barcode's base.




shirt power at thirty dollars.
ten plates of chicken rice for a piece of Temple Street, plus,
small talk with the man behind Lhamo Folk, Matthew from Visvim.

fresh from recluse 07:23 [+]

my very own miami ink without the ink.



lum getting the shit done. somehow i feel old all over again.





knowing lum in the army was probably one of the best things that happened cos hes always such a fighter. always hauling 2 projectiles while the rest had only one. always up for supper. he had the most grit one could ever imagine. and people like him just made everyone else feel like working harder. sometimes when u meet such great people u forget how many out there arent at all. sometimes you look around you see nothing at all but hey dont fret no worries it dont mean there really ain't nothing it just means there ain't nothing only for now even though for now feels more like forever. this world needs more sincerity.


if you want to have your ears pierced for free let me know.

fresh from recluse 10:58 [+]

keep walking keep walking.
keep moving keep moving.
don't stop don't stop.
you gon freeze to death if you gon stop.
as long as the clock ticks you keep ticking
it'd be over before you even know it.
keep moving keep walking
don't stop till the day you drop
either way you're gon drop
so drop when it's your last drop.

bolster prophecies.
ego-trippin' on poison.
somebody got burned.
i saw history repeating itself.
deaf ears muted eyes stay stubborn.
inferno prophet i am.
reflections a frowning
no looking back on the false starts
the real one's right before them very eyes.
Sundays rotate for everybody.
and swings of the mood (not mine) will finally, hitch a hike.
out of here.

fresh from recluse 05:28 [+]

the beatles, indie, and street fashion have somthing in common.

new year, new threads.
watch atonement,
watch the assassination of jesse james.
skip sweeney todd, and the rest.
oh lookie, they think we're stupid
monkey see monkey do,
so many cats in so many ways.
save your ticket money,
open up your eyes.
free movies all day, all night.
the season of monkey business starts again,
but this time away from prying eyes.
master strategist some might say.
hopeless desperado that's all there is to say.
he thinks he's smart
but wait, let's dish out the dirt.
the unsuspecting lambs will soon learn,
what the jaded lambs have already earned.

look this barrel in the eye and say u aint afraid to die.
all a dog can do is to sleep and lie.
have you got your share of fresh meat pie?
go on, fetch.

fresh from recluse 10:40 [+]

a number in the middle of nowhere/ january 18th is the day to look out for, not the 7th.

twentythree is 23rd Singapore Artillery Battalion.
twentythree is i don't really know.
twentythree is too old to be bold.
twentythree is a landslide from now on.
twentythree is what the hell is going on.
twentythree is why why tell me why.
twentythree is one big sigh.
twentythree is one bigger question mark, say aye.
twentythree is the beginning of the end.
twentythree is, the end.




Dying to impress the nearest unknowing chick? This might just cop you your new victim.

fresh from recluse 16:29 [+]