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Monday, February 28, 2005

A lonesome rhapsody 

Sometimes, how I wish I had a friend, who doesn’t merely love me for who I am but loves me for what I love. Realised lately, that I truly do not have anyone to talk to at all about art, or even just the general arts and culture, and engage in a conversation that I’d sincerely describe as interesting. Sadly enough, the only way to maintain and gather dear knowledge has turn out to be soaking myself in books or perhaps sleep talking in my dreams. Didn’t wanna believe that Singapore’s a cultural desert for quite a while but the saying has become less and less unbelievable, I don’t know when is the next time I’ll feel genuinely happy beneath my skin.

Apart from that, life’s been good at home during the medical leave from camp right now. Reckon the guys have just completed the situation tests and returned to the lovely sight of man-made structures again. Hope everyone’s cool and happy for the passing-out parade is only 7 days away. Cheers.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Even Google is impotent now 

Perhaps army destroys self-esteem. Or perhaps I'm just somehow lost in this fancy world right now. Okay, that was a paradox. Hah.

Can't seem to find myself lately. Dang.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Bum and Rum 

Life outside Tekong has reached a new stage of doldrums till this afternoon. Doldrums of boredom, depression and emptiness. Bored for friends are either too busy working their bottoms off for easy peanuts or still trapped on the island of torture finding ways to fly. Depressed for the sensation of brainlessness due to the after-effect of the overflowed flexible use of limited baboo vocabulary that took over me and even writing a blog seems to be highly intellectual right at this moment. Felt empty for I've been staying at home staring at the blank sky with a torn ligament and an injured bone all day all night with shaky hands all thanks to the medical staff who gave me danzen, paracetamol and other painkillers which also resulted to migrane and headaches. Until today. (Okay, I'm really overplaying this. Haha.)

Met Eka's good friend Sherry at the good old Coffee Bean at Taka and had my old time favourite, Double Vanilla Ceylon Tea, over there. Exactly like what David said on tuesday, simply sitting in a cafe nowadays totally translates into pure pleasure of listening to the second-hand of the clock ticking when one's anywhere outside the Hell. A nice girl like she is went talking for a whole three hours, and a nice baldie like I am just sat there smiling like an idiot, listening to a crispy feminine voice that is a delightful rarity lately. I thank you. I was a blessed man showered with benediction just now.

And then an Australian breeze made me invigorated again. For all I know, you are my religion and here I am.

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