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

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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

it's been quite a weekend. the expounding will just have to wait.

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: 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