wmp: jays of clay, sing.

at a hundred kilometres per hour, the engine revs hard. its almost nostalgic; this constant familiar hue of orange from every one of these nights.

semi-concentrated on holding down the strings to a tiresome f chord, this conversation with a brother devoids me on this lonesome morning. it was elucidating at some point.

whatever that will happen, will happen, i guess.

its 4am.

let me dream.

Labels: friends, go5, nightlife, nostalgia, sleep

it's been about a month and a half since ord. i've finished most of the things i've started long ago and tidied up my room good. there had been a couple of good parties. and by the end of this week, it would already be approx 250 hours of hanging out at the library....

the past week had been tiring. the nights have a way of stretching themselves making the morning especially hard to pull through. i came back home last friday night relieved that t'was a weekend ahead to finally have a full eight hours of blissful sleep but one thing kinda led to another and the weekend was long gone.

that friday night, after turning down a night of poker, i stayed up late in my sister's room hammering keys from the score sheet of 'memories of lightwaves' on her keyboard. i should say it was a start.

the next morning t'was a couple of games of volleyball at jjc which kinda wore me down. they were more exhausting than i had remembered, running for the quick balls that i never really knew how to. after a three hour nap at home i took a train down to felix place where the three of us nuts sweated it out on the basketball court. in between the games i laid on the floor gasping like some fish. i had the small victory etched in my mind since but that was it for me after that. we had supper at chinatown, a very restless night on bed and then a full day at the beach on sunday. the night at one degree fifteen was most reposeful except for the lack of breeze perhaps and the absolute fatigue.

it was the first time i gambled with peanuts & peas.

i woke up on monday morning feeling the terrible aches on the legs, backs, shoulders even but without the sunburns(sunscreen!). while brushing my teeth my mum barged in and very apologetically told me to call off the bangkok trip. i didn't know what else to say, maybe except that i didn't feel like going anywhere too anyway.

sometimes we wait, and we wait for so long for something to happen that when it finally does, it isn't half as exciting as it was from the start anymore...

on tuesday, three of us samuel, hf and myself went down to ntu. i thought it was funny. a couple of years back it was the same three of us too, in the same og back in college. i'm pretty exciting about this upcoming phase.

life in the library has been pretty swell in a way. though sometimes i wish it was more happening, there are even more times that i feel it can't get any better than this. the surroundings would make a nice study haunt if i actually lived nearby. somewhere along the month i was asked to take a couple of photographs.

i seem to have an immense amount of time to myself everywhere i've been(from ns to work here), even though i seem to be misusing it each time. like watching comedy after comedy and running through online manga for three straight days...

'nuff said.

Labels: beach, gessvball, go5, naruto, nightlife, sleep

wmp: lostprophets, 4am forever

it was a short dash across the three, maybe four, lane road because i wasn't as punctual as i'd like to have been and then i felt the breathlessness kick in. i wonder what happened man.

i liked horton. fcukin' hilarious.

and so after a stout, a walk down to felix's place, a drive out to mcdonalds, some five hour restless sleep and a day at bugis, i finally made it back to home sweet home.

looks like a storm is coming.

maybe its really more difficult than it looks but i think i've spent too much time reading and its finally time to get down to it no matter what my parents think i can't do.

Labels: beer, brewerkz, gessvball, go5, movie, nightlife

the week's spending - last weekend at the golden landmark i finally got myself one of the ghost decks(you'd have to see it for yourself; the beautiful lack of color) and a vdf close-up mat which the magic boutique failed to deliver even after two months. and then somewhere along the week i collected the neca's badass alien figure at the falcon's hanger at waterloo center. it's easy to see why i was quite happy throughout the week.

the open office course - the entire two days(thurs&fri) appeared to be useful if we were the slightest bit interested in the first place. at the last row of the class we began checking out blogs, facebook, youtube, wikipedia even had a couple of rounds on the psp while briefly following the steps of the lessons. we had good laughs at each other, when the facilitor unexpectedly walks to the back and sees at least one of us too slow to switch the windows while the rest of us are back on the open office awaiting the next step.

the fidgeting of two coins made time pass alittle faster. the next day i brought a deck of cards along. towards the end of the day jj was moaning everytime i turned to him and said 'pick a card'.

it was friday night and we decided to head further down to clark quay after a simple dinner. bryan parted with us as he had a flight to catch to freakin' barcelona(somtimes i wonder if he even know how lucky he is). as we sat ourdoors it felt good to soak up the night life as we talked cock and had a couple of pints but towards the end of the night while heading home, i never felt worst. i had to alight from the nr5 to take a puke. settling down in the morning, 3am, thinking abt it, i guess sometimes we try alittle too hard for that little bit of joy...

Labels: beer, nightlife, ns

wmp: everclear, wonderful

my first parallel parking since attaining my license became something to really laugh about.

i tried to retrace my steps in the afternoon lookin' at the street directory, of how i made it to chomp chomp/ice³, cineleisure and then back home but i couldn't recall much.

life would be so much better if i knew my way around. for one the car wouldnt be changing lanes back and forth while everybody scream for their lives.

i thought the golden compass was fucked up though it had rather cool ideas.

along with everclear's wonderful, rise against' everchanging, and anything blink, this too is perhaps one of my all time favourite songs maybe because it reminds of me of a certain phase of my life. check out the 'electric' version too!

Labels: driving, gessvball, movie, nightlife

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: dashboard confessional, stolen

last friday we had lunch at cdans and had a go at the laser quest and air rifle range. it was good fun. i came back home to put my bags down before meeting the guys again back at jp. we proceeded to town where we found finally found the ying bar somewhere behind far coast. they were waiting for us there already. i lost count of the number of bottle of chivas they opened. all of us young and old, had somewhat the time of lives. we had a moment outside and jj passed me one of his cancer sticks and i had a go, against all the preaching i've heard lifelong, bearing in mind still that they're called cancer sticks for a good reason. ahaha. i realised it's been awhile since i've really tried something new(not that that's gonna be a perpetual indulgence).

at the end of it all, three of us by a curb outside a 7 elevan feeling like crap, i told myself this weekly affair has got to stop. whether it will, again, that is another matter. i mean, the occassions are never ending...

i've recently framed, perhaps, three of the best photos taken throughout the past few years. yet to find a spot on the wall though. will probably get a another frame. let the good times continue to come always man...

the week ahead kinda sucks.

"And me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for, 'cause it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something, and if you find that moment... it lasts forever..." - richard, the beach

Labels: nightlife, ns, whiskey

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: cleavage, my world.

after catching the fantastic four at jp i rushed down to raffles place just to meet up with the rest of the go5 & grace. we found oursevles at the molly malone's irish pub which served great fish & chips and i especially found the surroundings cosy and though the live acoustic music pretty much completed the set, it was alittle hard for conversations.

i took the train and alighted with grace to meet up with what's left of the gang at chevrons. it turned out ot be just jj, jy and me. i have my reservations about the place; for one the cigarettes made it stifling in there. the drinks and chat was fine. it was relaxing just laying there watching chinese mtv on the big screen. we talked about our miserable lifes till it was almost 3.

we were walking along boon lay way when we realised we were walking in the wrong direction and that nr5 wasn't in the list of any of the bus stops up ahead. we decided to stop by cheers and was surprised to see groups of kids from the boys brigade wandering around at that unholy hour looking for their 'check points'. we had supper at the prata house that i began to frequent ever since i moved to lakepoint before taking a cab home.

these's something about having the nights out that i'm addicted to. i somehow feel so at ease and tend to wish the nights could offer more...

Labels: beer, movie, nightlife

wmp: the ataris, the night that the lights went out in nyc

the week of the course got off on a pretty bad start when i fell ill on the last day of preprations for the course. i made my way home through the rainy weather after a bout of apologies for my absence in the office and still feeling really bad thereafter when jj & jb were still by the photocopy machine making god damn copy after copy of publications.

after two panadols i went to bed at 37.7 degrees worried about pulling through the next day but woke up feeling faster, stronger, all ready to go. i felt it was quite a miracle.

i made it through the week with coughs and a general weakness. the weekend was a relieve. my dad drove us out on saturday night and the aimless drive late out in the night on deserted roads through the stillness of the night brought us to the night safari. after realising that there was a 50% off the admission only when you print out and present a voucher to them and though it made not much of sense to me, we didn't mind coming back the following night. it was quite an experience observing the myraid of nocturnal animals at such close quarters especially coming face to face, all of a sudden, with a bat. hanging by a branch. unshackled.

the tiresome course resumed after the weekend was tragically over. a couple of us stayed over in the office because of the late training programme. we took out a deck of cards and the night dragged on. the card tricks were very impressive. closing in on 2am i passed out in a sleeping bag on the table and woke up when warrant P walked in and it was the start of another beautifuck day...

while making our ways down to the warehouse, jj and i chanced upon the yellow lamborghini that many from around the camp were talking about and i guess naturally so. it was quite a sight to behold...

perhaps its life in the office but these days i tend to jump around more than usual, with maybe a few short punches, kicks even. i've thought it might have been short bursts of unexpended energy just to prevent a sort of overload. not that i can expend engery in a way that doesn't bring about as much attention with a really problematic right knee.

of late i materialised what i might call a childhood obsession into a humble collection of toys through the yahoo auctions and sgcollect forum. click on here.

Labels: bad knee, boredom, family, fuck, nightlife, ns, sleep, superheroes

wmp: the doves, caught by the river

t'was the ccis course not too long ago, a few days back. jj, jeff and i caught 300 on one of those days in the evening. i didn't think i'll get the kicks out of the film since i've read the graphic novel long before but many of the scenes, i felt, were refreshing and captivating still. i would go as far as to describe it as an epic movie on a whole new level.

the course ended early and thursday was a half day. we decided to meet up again after heading home to drop our bags and have a change of clothes. jeff's passport took awhile. then we headed to spawn asia at stamford house where i had no luck looking for king leonidas. we made a quick trip to the falcon's hanger at far east plaza only to be told it was sold out too. fucking disappointing.

i joined the both of them in a game of dota eventually but got my head pawned for gold throughout. i fared better in counter-strike but still had my fair share of deaths as well. it was 9pm when we decided to leave. if the following fucking day wasn't a working day i wld have wanted to spend the night out. bask in the nightlife. not go home, just yet. it was just unfortunate...

i woke up on friday morning contemplating a trip to the polyclicnic and remembered ice was ord-ing on that day itself. t'was a cohesion in the late afternoon. we had fun but i would have left earlier if i wasn't tied down by branch duty that night. the lethargy was killing me. i was on the verge of falling sick and i cld feel it. had a bad runny nose in the middle of the night and true enough i woke up to a call from kl with a flu the next morning.

i made a decision. a decision to apply for membership at kinokuniya. along with a book titled 'chi running' for my dad, i grabbed marvel zombies and neil gaimen neverwhere too with my newly acquired entitlement(10% off, yeah). i can't believe marvel zombies would actually sell out with such a childish plot. the art from neverwhere wasn't what quite i had imagined too (i wld have prefered it much darker).

what a waste of money.

Labels: comics, money, movie, nightlife, ns

wmp: funeral for a friend, hours

the five of us met up and caught up again this weekend on the occasion. it was swell. but after the beer and cards and laughs and joyful yelling, we were left strolling down the dim streets of chinatown pondering our next stop.

it seems the night life has only so much to offer.

we got him the watch. fabulous piece; basically the kind that makes you jealous, haha. go on... click on for a peek.

here. i apologize but the videos are just always harder to share.

i'm glad i have the monday off; makes sunday, a sunday, truely...

Labels: birthday, brewerkz, go5, nightlife