Memory is the Mother of Muses

:. the part of my table that jumped out of a crummy 60's show



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"For Adrian other people did not exist except as extras, as bit-players in the film of his life. No one but he had noted the splendour and agony of existence, no one else was truly or fully alive. He alone gasped at dew trapped in cobwebs, at spring buds squeaking into life. Afternoon light bouncing like a yo-yo in a stream of spittle dropping from a cow's lips, the slum-wallpaper peel of bark on birches, the mash of wet leaves pulped into pavements, they grew and burst only in him. Only he knew what it was to love."

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oh my...

Phantom

Stomach has been acting up since 5+.

"Nevermind, tahan. Shit Happy. Do it at home."

Got home at 8+, and Mother had a plate of nice hot fried noodles topped with weird nasi-lemak-styled egg and ham waiting for me on the table.

"Eat now lah! Hot hot eat better!"
"Cannot! Need to shit! At the custom, passport chopped already!"

Uncle runs into toilet.
"Let me use the toilet first. I wanna brush my teeth."

"2 minutes! You only have 2 minutes! I wanna pangsai"

"OK. I'll be out in 1."

1 & half minutes later, he's out and I ran in.
Singing, shitting away happily.

"Wah.. shiok! This one feels healthy.."

Once done, i stood up, turned and looked in the toilet bowl.

THERE'S NO SHIT.

Now, who believes me? I didn't see my shit.



URRRGGHHHH... The Phantom Shit.




This post is for you nice people who want me to update my blog.
Told you I have nothing better to write. Heh...

ps: it's a true story...

thief 02

It's so bloody warm you long for a bloody cold coke all the time.

30 years down the road, you get bad bones and diabetes and no more cold sweet drinks for you ever again.

Bloody Vicious.

Yes. I've been busy and work is killing me, just like how coke is killing the rest of you.

Sing...

Happy Labour Day, my friends.

Since it's a Tuesday, it feels good to be rolling around at home.
However, since tomorrow is Wednesday, and more importantly a working day, it sucks.

I would love to spend the rest of this holiday doing absolutely nothing at home, but I have to be at Mediacorp.
I have morphed into one of them groupies, but never will you spot me holding up banners, bouncing and shrieking my lungs out in support of a friend. Nor will I be boo-ing the socks off any judges who offer unfitting & unsound advice. I'm a mature adult who supports a friend rationally.

I should go and prepare. 6pm at the bus-stop right?

Go Adik Go!

Married Trisno

Oh, and congratulations Trisno!

See you in December ok.

That Saturday

It was a rather hectic Saturday.

It was ChingMing in the early morning.
Then a mad rush to visit the Phantom at the esplanade.
Afterwhich, a long stupid wait at Bedok for a fat old soccer-playing man.






Yeah, damn long no update huh. I've been lazier than anybody.
Having to work like a cow during the weekdays, I'll be letting myself down if I work hard at, going out, cleaning up the room, uploading of photos, blogging, re-painting my nails.. etc.. on the weekends. On weekends, I sleep. For REVENGE. Much to the displeasure of Mr. Zuko. Hah. What to do. Fat people get tired easily mah.

oddballs

Date: 25th March 2007
Time: 04:10am
Location: Void Deck


Me: What is the one thing that you really want for your birthday right now?
BF: Right now?
Me: No lah, not as in now now. But u think this is what you really want for your birthday..
BF: Last time, I had really wanted an O2 phone. but now, the feeling like not so strong anymore leh. Now i see many phones better than O2. Haikel's phone got like 2.5megapixels, take picture very nice. Then I think of the pictures Xiaobai took last time, not as clear lor.
Me: Ok... so now don't want already lah?
BF: 2 weeks ago I was thinking of this Nike Pro soccer boots. Ronaldo wears them. Damn slim and fitting, not fat like fuck one. But now my working hours like cannot play soccer anymore.
Me: So now?
BF: Jack Purcell's black high cut.
Me: The leathery ones?
BF: Yah... the exact same ones that I had. The ones you said ronald mcdonalds one.
Me: Hmm.. ok.
BF: You? What do you really want now?
Me: Hehhh...
BF: What?
Me: It's abit nerdy lah.
BF: Don't tell me it's one of your stupid tech stuff.
Me: Hehhh...
BF: What?
Me: RAM for my laptop.
BF: Sial lah!!!

cloud 9

Because he gave up on Wild Wild Wet for me.
Because he took more than 1 ride on the Pirate Ship.
Because he went on the next ride nauseous.

Happy Anniversary Malay Boy.
You rock.

forget it..

I love alcohol. It makes me happy. I am able to enjoy a whole night of nothingness at the kopitiam with the right company and a couple of beers. No noisy eardrum-erupting "chboom chboom", nor toe-stepping young punks.

HOWEVER...

1st drink of the year 2007: Milk


Wow! Since the beginning of time (me becoming of legal age), no one can ever see me anywhere remotely near Woodlands on a 31stDecember night. Needless to say, who can even imagine me drinking milk in the living room in this very last hour of the year?

Is this an omen? What is it trying to say?!!
Help. I'm scared.


After watching the countdown party 2007@VivoCity on Channel 5, I'm sooo glad I didn't crawl down to VivoCity and squeeze my ass off counting away the last seconds of my 2006 there. I mean, did you even see Julian Hee and What's-his-Name's rendition of Sexy Back?? *pukes*

I'm a loser spending my last of 2006 at home playing WordSmith, drinking milk and watching TV, but it beats jumping around VivoCity amongst sweaty bodies and sticky armpits.

Ok, maybe hanging out at a chill-out pub with pals not so losery. Ok Ok I know.