wmp: hate that i love you, neyo ft rihanna

it's a rainy night and i can't really get to sleep. it's odd 'cause i remember being super lethargic throughout the entire day. maybe it's the excitement. all the planning of leave and i can only anticipate the months ahead. there're gonna be good even though i'm not exactly sure whats really up ahead but perhaps that's the reason why i'm just so excited.

my knee has been acting up alittle bit again. my aunt recently got metal plates implanted into her knee if i got the story right. i wonder how she's doing. it's makes me worry about myself in 20 years time.

i've been listening to that song over and over. someday down the road when i hear this song again, i most probably will think of these couple of days of the few last months before i ord.

"Balong-long" is a funny but happy word.

Labels: bad knee, ns

wmp: a1 caught in the middle

'for one more day' by mitch albom has really gotten some of the guys in the office. i'm curious to see how it'd turn out for me.

the monotony at the guard room had almost driven me to the edge of insanity but then again i had already woken up to the morning racket and felt as though i had stayed up the entire night. i hate the feeling of having been through that night's long state of semi-conciousness. on the way home i missed my stop. i hate it when that happens too.

back home after dinner i was briefly browsing through the channels when i came across an episode of scrubs from season 3...

jd: "Look Elliot, every year we bounce around this thing and I never had the courage to just stand up and tell you how I feel... I'm crazy about you. And I want you to know, if I had the choice of hanging out with anyone in the entire world, or sitting at home with you, eating a pizza, watching a crappy TV show, I'd choose you everytime."
elliot: "i... i have to go"

and then elliot breaks up with her boyfriend. that was shortly followed by a scene of jd starting blankly at the tv when elliot unexpectedly walks in with a box of pizza, shares the couch with him, and leans onto his shoulder...

that was so very surreal...

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my brother showed me the i am legend trailer. looks good!

Labels: ns, tv

wmp: coldplay, yellow

nothing beats breakfast, 9am, bee hoon and everyone else around the table, feeling unburdened by responsibilities...

it's almost the end of the year and so far, it's been wonderful...

Labels: ns

wmp: everclear, wonderful

haven't seen such great pencils in a while. joe quesada is indeed the man.

you've got to check this too.

tonights final episode of 破茧而出 was too good to be missed. i like it when the bad guys aren't really the bad guys if you know what i mean.

they have yet to paint it but i've this strong feeling it's gonna turn out mighty fine with this sculpt for a start. i can hardly wait for the release in spring next year.

i feel like a junkie of sorts.

Labels: comics, superheroes, tv

wmp: timbaland ft one republic, apologize

it was another fuckin' awesome sunday at the beach. i've always enjoyed sprawling on the sand while awaiting the next game even if it means i'll have to dust myself all over.

and so tomorrow in the morning it'll be probably be an auditorium of people before me while i attempt to vaguely familiarize them all with the dpis.

frankly it unnerves me, even though i haven't really thought much of it throughout the weekend.

pray for me, you must.

Labels: beach, monday, ns

wmp: paramore, my heart

i was casually lookin' at an old globe on the desk when i came across san francisco and i remember how i was told of how rich the coffee from the starbucks there was and how the ship made its way down to vancouver with endless parties onboard and finally to alaska where the glaciers were. it was thrilling enough to just imagine...

i'll have to put that down on my list.

Labels: life, travel, vacation

wmp: sum 41, with me



Not in picture: Lee Khong Wee(Safti MI), Choo Huimin(Australia, Canberra), Jack club & Jack Spade.

i haven't much to say really about the weekend. i guess sometimes when you wait so hard for something to come by it doesn't seem nearly as rewarding as it could have been.

last friday night i made my way to holland village after a short but well deserved nap to meet up with the rest of the vball gang. the erdinger went well with the company at harry's but when they decided to called it an end to the night i felt again that t'was something still amiss. like an agenda unfulfilled. i must have been too intoxicated perhaps but i eventually walked it off before hailing a cab. i look forward still to such gatherings, hoping something more will happen for all of us someday even though i'm not exactly sure what i'm talking about.

it was near three in the morning as i walked pass my brother's room when i got home. i could almost see pass the closed door; he would have been there at his computer clickin' his friggin' mouse like a mad man and wouldn't careless even if i were to open the door and step in and dance around him. i can't remember when all of us started shutting our doors.

i skipped a shower.

apart from a couple of episodes of my name is earl, i slept most of the saturday away.

the day at the beach on sunday got off to a bad start with bad weather but the 2 on 2 games more than made up for it in the end. the partnership with fe was supreme. i made an early move for a quick shower and rushed to jj's place where i made it in time for the second half of arsenals match against sunderland. it sounds unlike me but for the first time, i actually jumped out of seat a couple of times in agony whenever some footballer makes a blunder and probably remaining oblivious still to the difference the one more goal would have made to the value of a ticket. the take away for the night? it ain't always about having faith...

i got home dropped my bag, and told myself i would laugh the entire lousy week away, start the next day with a smile, even though i'm not quite good at that, and just get over the day, and then the week itself...

it's been good as far as for now...

turns out it's quite an entry actually. i guess i got carried away.

lol.

ciao.

Labels: beach, beer, friday, gessvball, go5, life, monday, nightlife, ns

wmp: reckless abandon, blink 182

i felt especially lousy on a sunday night despite the good company and i guess rightfully so because it's been two fuckin' hectic days since the weekend. i walk out of the gates in the evenings possibly as the worlds most weary man. october & november are two months i wish could just fly by. i'll probably not know what hit me anyway.

you know mostly everything deep they say about money is negative but i think its the most positive thing around. its gives a person drive; the kind that keeps a guy, with less than average interest in football, up on a saturday night watching the live scores refresh on the webpage and it becomes so much easier to make conversation with the rest of his kind all of a sudden. apart from 52 cards and maybe just the fixtures, table, and odds of the epl that will lead to perhaps another winning ticket, it's about the only other thing on my mind(and everybody elses?). suffice to say, i'm hardly in a mental state of idle.

all that aside, i'm glad t'was someone around me to pull the plug(or somewhat) on the dazzling lights before me that i had thought was some kind of money making carnival.

last week, i gave it some serious thought and you know what, i don't think i'll like myself if i were to run into myself along the way. i thought if i ever were to have a son i wouldn't like him to be like me. or at least not for now. i'm so fucked.

i haven't had such a spontaneous entry in a while.

goodnight.