wmp: damien rice, rootless tree

the apache and chinook was really an eye opener. at the end of the day i had dinner at jp's long john silver with jj and we were at the vcd shop for quite awhile, selecting a number of titles for rent. i hadn't much time to myself at home before moving out to see huimin off at the airport.

i met up with cs and felix before proceeding there and while looking for a place to eat at the airport i suggested "popeye", which proved alittle elusive to find again since my last time there before i took off to taiwan a couple of months back. while we were there i saw an episode of tom & jerry being played at a kids corner and remember watching that exact same episode when i was a kid. i watched it on a video tape i used to own and had it played and replayed for probably 46060665679 times. it was a very nostalgic moment.

we were waiting, after the very satisfying meal, for the train back to T2 when...

cs: "felix, where's your bag?"
- long pause -

the calm before the storm, and then they sprinted back to 'popeye'. i couldn't stop laughing until they returned.

everyone else were there when we met up. along the way we saw ms chueng. she's timeless, looking exactly like how i faintly remember. at some point of time i couldn't quite understand how felix thought some dude looked like a hero in a hard shell. or why he started talking about his grandmother. the randomness of it all cracked me up hard.

hahahah...

it was past midnight and left of us at the airport were cs, joce & i. the cab, which stopped by the 7 elevan at bukit merah central and cs place before dropping all of us off at rifle range rd, made me took out money i couldn't quite take out in an all good conscience. the night slipped by with 3 of us and a bottle of mandarin(i'm convinced that liquor is distilled for the very bored who find themselves especially lost in the middle of night). at 6am i made my way home through a rainy morning.

and so just when i thought i would be lieing the couch spending the bulk of the night watching the '07.07.07 live earth' concerts, plans to go out came about and grace drove by together with kw and i was picked up with her newly acquired driving license. i was amazed by how crowded cineleisure was late at night. the slots were filling fast but after a quick snack at the burger king we caught "my wife is a gangster 3" which was darn hilarious. we took a drive back to the west and hung out at a coffee shop, catching up over a drink before finally deciding to head home. i reached home at 7am roughly, worned out, suffering from what everyone call 'the lack of sleep'.

after a mere 3 hours of shut eye i was out again, onboard the bus 30, on the way to the beach. the sun was scorching. and the back to back games were good. i didn't think i wld last but i did. we had dinner at superdog. and then felix & i went for a quick haircut for the sake of not having anyone up my ass. we took a walk around vivo where i splurged somemore(god dammit). t'was a heavy downpour and i was glad i brought my windbreaker out which allowed me to walk home with a dry head. with every flash across the sky i stopped in my tracks and hunched alittle lower; i must have been out of my mind to cut through the field. it was nearing midnight. reaching home nv felt that good.

the alarm clock sounded off. it was tough opening my eyes to the morning light through the curtains. and even tougher realising that it was a monday morning. i felt the burns on the shoulder. and the sore on the throat. and the ache on the legs. the back. but eventually thought it was all well worth it. ;)

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the silver screen
ocean's thirteen
fantastic four: rise of the silver surfer
transformers
die hard 4.0
my wife is a gangster 3
harry potter and the order of the phoenix (12.07.07)
the simpsons (26.07.07)
bourne ultimatum (16.07)

Labels: beach, go5, monday, movie, nightlife, nostalgia, vodka