wmp: u2, walk on.

i walked around the office on friday asking everyone if i shld be there and just when i thought i had my mind all made up i decided to change it. i realised how typical that was of me. i went home to catch up on lost sleep, as much as i could. it was only an hour or so before i made the trip down to the east on the train of strangers, whose faces change everytime i open my eyes. some where along the way i was distracted by the toddler, who in her mother's arms, kept reaching out for a simple touch of me. when the train passed redhill i thought of my old apartment again while looking out. i miss that place.

everyone was there and warmed up by the time i reached and for the days that followed we played crazy card games. we took our bikes out to the jetty. we had a sumptuous dinner somewhere in bedok. and we played drinking goggles(woooot). the jjcvball gang was good company. it was a good quick trip home at some 1am, getting ride from hp. the drive down the expressway on the highway has always been most reposeful. and the dive onto bed, i never felt better.

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we saw jb taking his last walk out of the office like a free man on that day itself. he got his own thing going on out there. i picture myself and can't help but feel excited. sometimes anxious even.

o, r, d are just three very pleasing letters when put together. i'm ecstatic about the five or maybe six months i have to myself. it's hard not to be overwhelemed by that feeling fo rapture.

the office has become a rough place but still i make it a point to line four typing chairs behind the conference table, switch off the lights partially, and stay oblivious to everything as much as i can while in that posture of neutral equilibrium. i try not to snore.

it seems i would just prefer to lay by a corner, wordless, heart in a hand stashed behind, hoping someday fulfilling will come by again, soon.

Labels: bbq, chalet, jjcvball, nostalgia, ns

wmp: cleavage, my world.

after catching the fantastic four at jp i rushed down to raffles place just to meet up with the rest of the go5 & grace. we found oursevles at the molly malone's irish pub which served great fish & chips and i especially found the surroundings cosy and though the live acoustic music pretty much completed the set, it was alittle hard for conversations.

i took the train and alighted with grace to meet up with what's left of the gang at chevrons. it turned out ot be just jj, jy and me. i have my reservations about the place; for one the cigarettes made it stifling in there. the drinks and chat was fine. it was relaxing just laying there watching chinese mtv on the big screen. we talked about our miserable lifes till it was almost 3.

we were walking along boon lay way when we realised we were walking in the wrong direction and that nr5 wasn't in the list of any of the bus stops up ahead. we decided to stop by cheers and was surprised to see groups of kids from the boys brigade wandering around at that unholy hour looking for their 'check points'. we had supper at the prata house that i began to frequent ever since i moved to lakepoint before taking a cab home.

these's something about having the nights out that i'm addicted to. i somehow feel so at ease and tend to wish the nights could offer more...

Labels: beer, movie, nightlife

wmp: jimmy eat world - my sundown.

for the last two weeks we made three trips to the beach of which one was on vesak day. we started out our first game in the drizzle and cold wind but found ourselves winning game after game till the weather grew fine and us, worn out. the consecutive matches were honestly hard on my knee and even my neck was getting it from the frantic hard dives but i guess the satisfaction of victory(especially of that one match) and feeling of personal worth more than made up for it. it was finally after a couple of friendlies with zh and her gang that we decided to hit the showers.

the day after was felix day and we met up again at city hall. along the way i saw sgt sutan. let's just say it was an awkward moment but i was left reminiscing the good times in bmt. it was dinner at the esplanade and we lazed around before spending the night at felix place and then we were back at the beach the next morning. we had a couple of good games. old jjc senior guys were around. i wasn't in much shape to do much at the end of the day so i sat out of the last match. but i was soon obliged to join another game with my fellow jjc mates. apparently, that wasn't very spartan of me according to the rest of the go5.

it was back to work eventually. friday came eventually too. i walked out of camp and found the thick clouds blotting out the sun. it felt unusual like a day after working OT but i was right on time out, 530pm. there were alot of change of plans for the night but jj, jb and i eventually caught oceans13 at jp. it was a good film. recommended.

saturday. i met up with everyone else late at the beach. we didn't play much ball but found ourselves lazing around and eventually fooling around along the shore. we realised throwing handfuls of sand hard at each other can be very cathartic. there were two sides at war. then sj betrayed kw, kw betrayed me and it turned out to be something quite out of the infernal affairs. in the end, i was on my own. i put up a brave struggle for which a good scratch along the side of my body can attest to. i did not take a good look at it until i saw it again at kw's place on the mirror where i realised how wicked it looked.

some where along the way kw mentioned that he had a bottle of vodka at his place and i couldn't resist suggesting a night at his place since we wld probably end up not knowin' our next move after the beach anyway. we made it to the bottom of the bottles of vodka and wine in no time. it was a joyful night around the table. t'was even talk about coming over to my place for the chivas but we didn't exactly get to that. felix & cs were engaging in conversations which didn't really go anywhere nor made much sense either but kept sj & i amused and entertained nevertheless.

absolut ruby red - $30. red wine - $25. felix throwing up in a plastic bag with a hole laying puke all over kw's floor - priceless.

i was sent crawling on the floor in pure hard laughter.

it was a good night. haha. till next time, whenever it may be...

Labels: bad knee, beach, go5