wmp: green day, time of your life

dinner was served at eight pm last night. it was plain fish and veg. i thought it lacked alitle something so i opened a packet of prawn crackers and poured half of it over my plate of rice. pa didn't seem pleased. ma, although added to the snide comments, reached out to my plate too.

i woke up at ten this morning, switched the air-con off and took off my shirt and laid on my bed clutching the guitar awkwardly, clumsily plucking the simple 'time of your life' tabs. i seem to go be going no where. then my brother walked in with his usual cheeky grin everyday. he asked how long have i been like that. i must have looked like a mess.

when i finally went downstairs for lunch, ma said, 'why your hair look like monster like that'. i poured whats left of that prawn crackers packet onto my chicken rice.

i sat by the refrigerator taking my time with the cup of juice. my brother asked me to guess what fruit and veg goes into that juice as he scrutinized the carton. he actually turned it into a game.

so here i am yet again.

deep down i think i'm gonna regret this someday. me receding into my bedroom. watching clouds if i bother to pull up the curtains. appearing offline. lazy guitar playing. table tops, cluttered with decks of cards. sweet wrappers. magazines. and paintbrushes i'll probably nv touch again.

this lying on my bed, thinking of all the things that could have happen.

in my whole life, i nv actually tried to take that chance before. yet here i am, asking myself, if i shld try again.

"i hope you have the time of your life"

Labels: life, monday

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: 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: taking back sunday, what's it feel like to be a ghost

i've been using my inhaler throughout the week, before the morning runs, in the middle of the night, but usually discreetly behind my parents back(if only they wldn't kick a fuss out of it). this time round i just told them somehow. expectedly they mentioned how i should have out grown my asthma at my age and "no wonder i looked so haggard & pale". but when dad asked me to sniff on vicks vapour and reminded me to take my windbreaker out that sunday, and the world best mum putting down a mug of warm 'pei pa koa' right in front of me, all that, if you ask me, was priceless.

still, the uncontrollable coughs were killin' my throat that i found it better to be drugged on cough syrup and sleep through the rainy saturday. somewhere in the middle of the day i watched afro samurai. didn't think they could make an afro with a sword look that cool. voiced by samuel l jackson. not much of a storyline but pretty neat nevertheless.

last friday evening the bunch of us, andrew frankie lowbar & i, decided to have dinner at 'botak jones' which was good. the serving was generous & it was easy to see why almost everyone there in the kopitiam were there just for the american food. we caught the simpsons. hilarious flick. i tried not to cough too loudly throughout.

i woke up on a cloudy sunday, coughing still. i had planned a lazy day at the beach; a few good games of volleyball maybe but mostly lazing around. but it looked so damn cold out there. i met up with felix & cs still at ps. 'knocked up' was a good film. recommended. again i tried not to cough too much throughout. but i coughed as though i had tuberculosis as we walked down the streets to city hall after a couple of rounds of pool at meridian.

and so, there goes the weekend... great. frankly, just thinking about pulling through tmr is hard enough...



"Ben Stone: Do you want to do it doggie style?
Alison Scott: You're not going to fuck me like a dog.
Ben Stone: It's doggie style. It's just the style. We don't have to go outside or anything." - knocked up

Labels: family, go5, monday, movie

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

wmp: jacks mannequin, dark blue

the trip to the beach last weekend was better than i had expected apart from getting my toe hooked onto by a fucking fish hook left around by some irrespossible dumbass and having someone's heel planted right onto my feet ripping some skin off with the very abrasive sand in between...

it's been unbelievably a year. i had not much of good spikes but they were enough to make my day. having the ball in midair, i was less conscious of my movements despite my bad knee and it was liberating. towards the end of the day my stomach was almost trying to eat itself while my knee ached like a knife was twisting about within but yeah, somehow glad i dragged myself out of the house still...

it was work back as usual on wednesday, thursday and finally friday. my monday is gonna be fucked up. the entire upcoming week for that matter. i wonder why me. i thought i might as well pull out a chair, crack open a beer, and watch it come. i've decided to take the backseat when it rains shit.

if it's any consolation i'm watching spider-man tomorrow... o'boy...

united 300. this, is funny.

Labels: bad knee, beach, fuck, monday, movie, ns

lately i've been able to sleep right through into the afternoons without being bothered by the morning glare because of the new curtains i've put up. i was explaining to the sales lady at ikea that i was looking for curtains tt cld shut out light completely unlike my previous ones and she mentioned 'black out' curtains and i knew at the sound of that t'was what i was looking for.

and i was right. superb.

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my doctors appointment with regards to my knee didn't go too well. the memo to the camp's MO had got nothing abt patella chondromalacia which the last doctor had diagnosed during the last visit. along with the memo was a MRI report which showed everything to be normal. another review was scheduled in 3 mths time. they seem to have ran out of ideas while the problem remains evident only to me. truely fucked up.

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so the go5 met up again last saturday going around home visiting. we lost track of time along the way and eventually gave the last stop a miss to meet up with the girls at holland v in the late evening. we proceeded to essential brews where we spend most of the night playing cards. towards the end i cldnt quite keep up and the late nights i've had were proving to be too much.

after walking out of the cafe half the group went off leaving just joce, cs, kw and i in the end to ponder our next move. we went over to my place first after i made a call to my dad to use the car just for a short drive out for supper. it was strange of him to agree so readily even when i told him we were making a trip to joce's place too.

the initial plan was to go for supper, make a trip to joce's place, and then head back for a swim at my place but after having seen a full house at the prata shop we brought supper to joce house instead after dropping my brother back home. we had some chat before leaving just before dawn broke and made it back after a drive on wondrously clear roads.

back at in my room i had to whip out that fuckin' deck of cards and suggest blackjack. i was on the losing end and what was meant to be the last round became the last 3 and then it could have gone on forever. i laid on the bed crying out loud in misery while they ignore me and the nonsense mantra i was chanting. i felt like dieing but the thing was i couldn't quite die.

in the afternoon after they left and a short nap i took, i began browsing through the downloaded contents of cs's hard drive and i came across 'the longest yard' which i had wanted to watched in the past. the film followed a somewhat predictable storyline but it was worth the watch still really.

my family and i went over to my uncle's place in the evening. after dinner my mum saw how lethargic i looked and we decided to make an early move. besides, cards later in the night would really have turned me off after my last tragic experience which left me most depressed.

i slept especially early that night.

monday morning came, i woke up feeling really concussed. dragged myself to the office.

Labels: bad knee, cny, gessvball, go5, monday, sleep