wmp: paramore, pressure

it was past midnight when the plane finally landed(to my relief). but dont' get me wrong, hongkong was awesome.

i stayed up till 4 in the morning, unpacking while my brother and sister watched and snagged up their share. i cleaned up my precious pair of shoe that had been trampled upon like 5156687 times. and did my own laundry. my biggest regret was to leave them over the night in the pail - i woke up to my horror when i realised that my entire morning of toil has been through the treacherous washing machine. i could have given my head a few hard knocks on the wall.

more later.

Labels: family, life, sleep, travel, vacation

wmp: lostprophets, rooftops

02.09.07(sunday),
two weekends ago i found myself at china square central again browsing at the weekly flea market. i was surprised my parents found themselves something - two heron bronze statues, along with two antique charcoal irons. from the way they bargained i thought it was quite a steal. we eventually found ourselves stranded at a nearby food centre because of the heavy downpour. we had fish soup. i remember because the queue was long. as we made our way back to the car, i peeked into some of shophouses and thought the space in there was impressive; the ceilings were high and the units stretched in deeper than i had imagined.

03.09.07(monday),
i was on off and thus the heavenly privilege of waking up to the 10am morning glare. i followed my parents round little india throughout the cool cloudy day. i admired the worksmanship of a particular bronze lion, of a near life scale, by the doorstep of a shop. maybe i've finally been able to appreciate that little bit of culture around then but i pretty much enjoyed wandering around like a sort of a tourist.

it seems of late i'm the only one in the family willingly to spend time with my parents; my brother lives in a world of warcraft, and my sister is no where to be seen almost absolutely. hopefully someday, before the years really begin to wear both my mother and father down, we could all go on a real vacation together.

08.09.07(saturday),
that morning i was with my mother having breakfast at the hawker centre when she saw an old lady who reminded her of my late maternal grandmother. i didn't know her well enough but we talked about how we used to go over to her place and she would whip up her special pork chops. we decided to give it a shot even though my dad, the resident chef, showed much disapproval. through my mum's directions i thought we did quite a good job. i haven't felt this accomplished in a while.

i met up with alvin & felix after an afternoon nap. we were supposedly at bugis for steamboat but the crowd which revealed itself as we made a turn at a corner deterred us from waiting for a table. we headed down to the marina bay. and then to felix's place where we spent the night there...

throughout the week the motivation has been wavering. i don't know how i got myself started with cards and everything else for that matter but perhaps it has got to do with the notion i've lived with for the longest time that alot of things in life simply boil down to how badly they are desired. some people dream of success. others wake up and work hard towards it. i guess i can at least say i try to and someday i hope to be able to wake up and stop asking God why can't i be good at something but pull off sleight after sleight fluently. i would like to call that my reinvention...

and so, after a three hour wait at the ICA, i finally got my passport. biometric and ready. a quick pack of luggage and we should be on our way come this sunday. hong kong, 16/09 - 20/09. i guess this is the part of the entry where, like in the movies, the plane takes off and gets further and further away but you can still hear the script go on and on... it's gonna be a fucking spree. till then ;)

if you're a fan of arcade 2d fighting games, you'll probably wanna see these...
mk vs sf
mk vs sf 2
mk vs sf 3

Labels: beer, sleepovers, vacation