Monday, November 28, 2005
Under the tree
Serg. Raymond got me his Five for Fighting collection on a CD-R. :)
But somehow the songs are making me feel so lonely and blue that I don't exactly know what's happening in me right now. An alien's growing in me. 'Tis one of those days I love and hate at the same time- a tat of chilling breeze attacking my empty soul, a tat of torch warm in my raining heart. Isn't life just foolishly engmatic sometimes, like this?
Eka's back. What a pleasant surprise, though everyone, everything changes with time. Think about "The Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dali. I'm worn. Ha.
But somehow the songs are making me feel so lonely and blue that I don't exactly know what's happening in me right now. An alien's growing in me. 'Tis one of those days I love and hate at the same time- a tat of chilling breeze attacking my empty soul, a tat of torch warm in my raining heart. Isn't life just foolishly engmatic sometimes, like this?
Eka's back. What a pleasant surprise, though everyone, everything changes with time. Think about "The Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dali. I'm worn. Ha.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Be a dreamer
Met up with Bertrand today. My BMT dude's full of ideas and reckon he's got the cool to achieve them. It's hard meeting people with strong desires to reach, or try to reach, their dreams outside the army lately. Such an inspiration.
Something big's coming up. Look out for it, people. (But please, stop thinking about Zouk-out and the Ministry of Sound.)
Something big's coming up. Look out for it, people. (But please, stop thinking about Zouk-out and the Ministry of Sound.)
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Too, once a kid
Orchard's so packed of late. School holidays. Reckon somehow it wasn't this kinda crowded five years ago. Intended to watch the latest Harry Potter show with Sherry but it really surprised me that even online booking didn't work yesterday. A 10pm Pottery movie at any cinema in town was left with the front row at 3pm! Dear me. Haha. So, wenta check out The Balcony after an NYDC dinner and it was such a disappointment. The imagination of dancing in a new club at the heart of town realised to be a squeeze-through in an open-window music pub. Argh. Tired legs brought us to Indochine's Nude Bar in the end and that became some quality chill-out time. The 'caveman' sang so many reminiscent songs of our generation that we just sat and slacked through the whole night. Pretty pretty.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Imminence
Dang. Just came back from an overnight Friday duty that comprised talking to friends on the phone, watching TV and playing Winning Eleven on PS2. =o)
A little something which lit up my day. Honk is posted to my unit! That dude's coming on Wednesday. Haha. Have a taste of the ramshackle Khatib Camp, please. Haven't had any leisure time to read blogs recently but really wonder if ZK would comment on my national service life compared to his. Had a tinge of self-sympathy this week when he came for a course in my camp and inadvertently expressed his emotions facially.
Randomly looked at my Messenger list and a random someone (most probably a BMT platoon fellow) reminded me of the terribly bright silver lining, 353 days remaining.
A little something which lit up my day. Honk is posted to my unit! That dude's coming on Wednesday. Haha. Have a taste of the ramshackle Khatib Camp, please. Haven't had any leisure time to read blogs recently but really wonder if ZK would comment on my national service life compared to his. Had a tinge of self-sympathy this week when he came for a course in my camp and inadvertently expressed his emotions facially.
Randomly looked at my Messenger list and a random someone (most probably a BMT platoon fellow) reminded me of the terribly bright silver lining, 353 days remaining.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Lovely day
Love to sit in a roadside cafe doing nothing in particular these days. Or perhaps reading a petite book. Or perhaps watching the passers-by. It's just heavenly being outta camp. And yes, alone in the cafe with no stray eyes, all by oneself without feeling astray. Some kinda inexplicable emotion, and yet it is an emotion of some sort. On the edge of simple happiness, on the edge of jazzy blues. Just me.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Don't be a daredevil
Met two new friends who injected some youth into ZK and I today. Haha. Are we really that old? Anyways Manhattan Fish Market has proven itself to be a yummy restaurant with poor service again. The rice was cold after waiting for the last plate of food to surface. Arghz.
Anyways a lesson was learnt at the movies. The Exorcism of Emily Rose taught everyone on the art of not getting up from one's bed even when the kitchen's on fire. Haha. Why be a daredevil and get possessed? If ye can't sleep, go back to counting sheep and forget about your neighbour's salted fish, please. :D
Anyways a lesson was learnt at the movies. The Exorcism of Emily Rose taught everyone on the art of not getting up from one's bed even when the kitchen's on fire. Haha. Why be a daredevil and get possessed? If ye can't sleep, go back to counting sheep and forget about your neighbour's salted fish, please. :D
Sunday, November 06, 2005
The age of reason
Nepal makes one love everything in Singapore apart from the weather and his job. The Himalayas were too shy to unveil themselves most of the time, especially Everest the little baby. In a country where there're less traffic lights than the number of chimpanzees you can find in Singapore and more homeless children than cattle, it's shocking to find also 5-course western meals in hotels and Halloween parties in clubs. Everybody needs to visit that place (or live in an active unit's army camp) to appreciate what we've got here.
Anyways, cheers. By this time next year I'd be celebrating like never before. (If I stay outta trouble that is.) Mark this date. Party everybody!
Anyways, cheers. By this time next year I'd be celebrating like never before. (If I stay outta trouble that is.) Mark this date. Party everybody!
