i didn't see myself going for the camp initially but at the very last minute something just spurred me to text walter. there were the usual field games which were a disgust but once we stopped being bothered by the smell of raw eggs and dark sauce all over us, it turned into something else. t'was the walk in the sewers with just two sticks of candles carrying the flickering lights. t'was the day at the beach. and of course, t'was fright night at old hendon camp. i got to know some people i never quite knew well enough and catch up with some old buddies. throughout i saw a vivid reflection which reminded me of a distant self. while walking around the campus at night chatting to a good friend, i reaffirmed my philosophy of making the best of every moment. or at least try, right? hell yeah.

so far so good
04 jul - 16k run with biathlon team
05 jul - toy carnival at sam
08 jul - course registration
08 ~ 11 jul - (tentative)
19 jul - and's b'day
20 ~ 24 jul - foc

Labels: nbs

i remember watching the 'ghost' video at my uncles place when i was a kid doing primary school. its was on a plasma tv and t'was a home theater system and i was pretty much blown away by the choreography. i remember watching him moonwalk for the first time on a music video on channel five and my mum was nagging me to go to sleep but i just couldn't switch it off. i remember his really cool entrance from 'history'. 'black or white' was my favourite one. maybe he left so much of a impression when i was a kid because he was really something. he was an idol to millions. an icon. a revolution.

this morning i read an article and i felt really sorry and tragic about the whole thing. hes rich, famous, and was probably the best at what he does but still things had to take such a turn for the worst. it made me rethink life. maybe everyone close to him were around for the sole purpose of making a quick buck for themselves. not having people around at all to sincerely care and look out for you, that is a scary thought.

we will all remember him differently and i'm sure even now that he's gone, just like elvis, his greatness will somehow live on.

i never had so much ribeye in one sitting. i was told of how cows that were bred in factories never got to see the light of day and were hung alive upside down when their days are finally numbered. a blade systematically runs down their necks and blood gushes out till the very last breath they take. it hardly is surprising and for that reason i kinda hate the thought of it. i feel like going vegetarian.

i met up with the gess gang once more with bottles of liquor and a couple of decks of cards. honestly i wonder if there exists another group of friends who play like this too. making it home in soggy pants in the morning was strangely a little bit of a deja vu.

there is 47 days now left. the dreadful semester is not too faraway.

scrubs is an awesome drama comedy series. i'm rewatching episodes and still get goosebumps at the end of certain episodes. such as s05e20. whats more i just realised that coffeebucks, something i say sometimes when i try to refer to starbucks, is an actually coffee joint in the show. unreal.

Labels: gessvball, scrubs, vacation, vodka

wmp: Keri Hilson, Knock You Down

the coughs are finally going away. i hate crowds for such reasons. apart from the lack of space, you get that whiff of air after someone sneezed or coughed or made some funny noise and you're screwed.

after an eleven hour sleep, my body now aches possibly from the sudden trauma of volleyball after lying on bed for the whole week.

the games were pretty short being only fifteen points each. winning two games out of four wasn't enough to see us coming back on sunday. in between the games we talked about our lives, talked a load of crap, laughed, fiddled with the stikfas that came in the goodie bag and then marveled at its awesomeness. t'was a sumptuous lunch then wii at C's place. oh wait. haha. i think thats probably the reason for my aching arms. C's place is so awesome its like a palace.





the last couple of days has been much of crap for a multitude of reasons but i actually think next week will be good.


"There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?"
- Bon Iver, Stacks.

Labels: hall 7, volleyball

its not just the phlegm that stifles me. i feel like i'm in a strait jacket as i lie on bed and try to sleep. apart from the desire to be good in health again, there is still so much more i yearn for.

nikoi was fabulous.

I, II

Labels: nikoi, travel, vacation

i'm super whacked out. recovered from a sore throat. but hit by dry coughs. and bad lethargy.

still, it shld be good. or so i hope!

ciaoo!

there are many, many, many times in life when we find the rare urge to initate and organise a happening, be it a gathering at the pub to unwind, or a short trip out of the country to just breath a different air, and the people you try to bring together, your friends, or some of them at least, they put you on hold, maybe not because of time or money issues, but a lack of decisiveness or simply because they're waiting for something else... for the times that i can't understand this lack of consensus or alignment of contingencies, i can't help but feel... second rate? maybe it doesn't make it worth the while and maybe i even try not to care anymore. in fact, i think i'll be more than contented to recede into the comfortable confines of my home of television, internet, weights, books and music. just for now (i think).

even if i found the paradise beach (which i think i did)...