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

wmp: tokyo police club, in a cave

kick started the day with an indie song and a group chat on msn(two ord personnel, two nsf, and, of course the lady in aussieland). t'was some small talk on reviving an irc channel. i imagined myself taking on the alias 'Bravo' all over. very nostalgic.

at lunch hour i made a little trip back to maju camp just to meet up with some of the guys. could't help but feel good mingling with them in the sort of peace only an ord personnel will know. card sessions ahead sounded good.

tomorrow will be a working day yet again. since the ord.

it was fun while it lasted.

Labels: gessvball, nostalgia, ord

wmp third eye blind, jumper

we caught rambo. it's probably the kind of film you'd expect; bullets flying all around, body parts strewn about everywhere. besides the fact that the good guys always win in reel life, i thought for some parts, it was almost like watching that video where those god damn people skin those animals alive. at the end of the day, there i was, exhausted from the morning run taken up a notch, and of course, the perpetual lack of sleep. i could have laid like that for the entire night, and gone on talking about the past twenty years of our lives...




photos of redang. compliments of jenrine. i quote her 'pls go redang'. haha.

8 days left on the clock. 8 days. i guess i'm so close that i really wasn't looking anymore.

Labels: movie, nostalgia, vacation

wmp: straylight run, existentialism on prom night

it was a quick simple dinner with the go5 on friday night. we had a drink at the rooftop garden. i couldn't resist taking out the deck of cards. late into the morning we caught 'the kingdom' at cineleisure. i thought it was a good show despite the very shaky camera that made me slightly motion sick. i took a cab home while felix drove the rest home; staying in the west away from the rest of the gang is somehow my curse. it was only at 5am after a quick shower and surfing the net that i dived straight into bed. i was dead beat.

and then on sunday, after threatening ky that i'd kill him if he didn't turn up, the three of us caught up as we wandered around china square central and then vivocity as we tried quite hard to recall the names of our classmates and talk about the long past jjc days.

very nostalgic. for me at least.

Labels: go5, life, nostalgia

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: u2, walk on.

i walked around the office on friday asking everyone if i shld be there and just when i thought i had my mind all made up i decided to change it. i realised how typical that was of me. i went home to catch up on lost sleep, as much as i could. it was only an hour or so before i made the trip down to the east on the train of strangers, whose faces change everytime i open my eyes. some where along the way i was distracted by the toddler, who in her mother's arms, kept reaching out for a simple touch of me. when the train passed redhill i thought of my old apartment again while looking out. i miss that place.

everyone was there and warmed up by the time i reached and for the days that followed we played crazy card games. we took our bikes out to the jetty. we had a sumptuous dinner somewhere in bedok. and we played drinking goggles(woooot). the jjcvball gang was good company. it was a good quick trip home at some 1am, getting ride from hp. the drive down the expressway on the highway has always been most reposeful. and the dive onto bed, i never felt better.

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we saw jb taking his last walk out of the office like a free man on that day itself. he got his own thing going on out there. i picture myself and can't help but feel excited. sometimes anxious even.

o, r, d are just three very pleasing letters when put together. i'm ecstatic about the five or maybe six months i have to myself. it's hard not to be overwhelemed by that feeling fo rapture.

the office has become a rough place but still i make it a point to line four typing chairs behind the conference table, switch off the lights partially, and stay oblivious to everything as much as i can while in that posture of neutral equilibrium. i try not to snore.

it seems i would just prefer to lay by a corner, wordless, heart in a hand stashed behind, hoping someday fulfilling will come by again, soon.

Labels: bbq, chalet, jjcvball, nostalgia, ns

wmp: quietdrive, rise from the ashes

it was arranged that i started out with a 24 hr shift. the sleep i had was strictly polyphasic. lest they associate me with blatantly spewed word 'chao keng' again. it got too cold at a point of time and i had to walk out the building. in the stillness of a 4am morning it was very nostalgic just thinkin about the sispec days and maybe the ooc days in the afc.

i looked at how quiet the camp was and remember returning to such a scene after the navigation exercise back in sispec. tempers flared when the the bunch of us got lost in the fuckin wilderness. i was suprised how things didn't follow thru' when it was over. almost as if everyone woke up from a bad dream upon reaching company line and decided to forget abt it all together upon unspoken consensus. i guess i grew after the experience. and maybe the rest of them too. but life in the army seriously doesn't get any better when u're ooc in afc. little chores u've to attend to but on the whole, carefree is the word. i learnt quite alot about fitness when i was there. i got to see a different side of the instructors. and best of all i get to walk out of those fucking gates everyday...

i had thought i left such memories back but it was plc i was standing in after all. a place i spend those good 5 months in. while warming up outside i sat by a curb and lost conciousness before i knew it...

when the 24h was finally done with i got home and started editing the sing vs thai video from the first leg but decided to put it aside; it's taking too long and i can't seem to get the clips to flow seamlessly.

i watched singapore vs thailand. didn't quite see the equaliser coming; maybe it's just me, singapore players seem to be running in quicksand amongst the sleeker thais. but yea, they lifted the cup again.

i woke up to something rattling in my ear when i shook my head. switched on my computer and was looking for something to listen to until i remember jenrine sent me songs by quietdrive the night before(thanks).

so here i am.

over and out.

Labels: afc, football, nostalgia, ns, sispec