Would you want to wake up as a different person?

Today, I met up with many friends when I attended the Armour Road Relay in the morning. (Our specialists team won, of course). There was Brendan, my biggest friend so far. He's really huge and just won the inter-formation shotput and discus competition yesterday. Haha. He's still as funny as ever but has slimmed down considerably. Man, really miss those days when we talked crap during training. And our friendly competitions at buffets, of which, I always finish last.

And there were all the school friends, bmt friends, sispec friends and friends that you have no idea how they got into your life.

I believe that my two email accounts have been hijacked and totally spammed. Help!!!

And my arch-nemesis never fails to irritate me at any given moment.
Him, with the exuberance of a seven-year-old girl, "Woo, woo. Go DSTA! Haha...it's so fun! Come on guys, let's cheer for them too!"
Me, wishing I could throw him into a pile of concertina wire. Parry agrees to that and we laugh.

One day, I'm just not gonna tolerate it anymore. Was thinking, all these tolerating, pride-swallowing and law-abiding will just cause us to implode one day. Too much internal pressure build-up. Can't we find some healthy and alternative way to relieve all the tension? (the Fight Club idea is terrific but has only one member to date - me)

My arch-nemesis enters the room.

Mumbles to J, "You know, this world is fucked up. Everything is fucked up."
J, "Yeah, yeah. You're saying this only because you're in a bad mood."
Arch-nemesis, "No...Look at yh. He's in the world to fuck everything up."
Me, "Uhuh. That's my job in this world, see? To make everything in this world fucked up. Including your life!"
Arch-nemesis, "See? See? That's what I mean!"

I smirk. I'm a rock star.

Anyway, check this cool animation out. Cute.

I swear I'm a movie addict. Managed to slack the whole day even though it has been a long time since we came back for work. Painted some walls and then I ended up rewatching Fight Club. Caught Run Lola Run yesterday before I went off to Johor. I like French movies. If I die, I'm gonna come back as a French director. Doesn't matter if I'm arrogant or stinky. =)

Hellboy was less than spectacular though. Nice visuals, kept to the comic but I like my comics more.

Tonight, I'll try to start my own fight club in bunk again. Was unsuccessful the other time cos no one wanted to play and they had not watched the movie yet. Letting out aggression, in a safe and controlled environment, will let us return to our hunter-gatherer nature; we can't just continue being brought up by women! (I know I'll regret saying this in the morning and wish I have a cool car)

Lawrence's going for his driving test tomorrow and will be a my turn next Mon. Hmm. I'm definitely broke cos of driving.

Was lazy, so in the end, gave Hellboy a miss.

Heading to Johor later. Had thought it would only be dad and I but now my mom wants to tag along. Currently rather angry with her but I'll try to be amicable. Kinda stoned out now. My digestive system is a parody of politics in Indonesia - damn super messed up!

mocoloco.com - something therapeutic about looking at great designs that you may never afford. However, you can always add items to the mental picture of your future house, complete with a new-age jukebox that can store 4000 MP3’s, 20 DVD movies, has an on-board computer and can play Flash animations.

My comp is such a dinosaur. Wanna replace it soon. Surprisingly, it has survived abuse since 1999! Need new software and hardware updates to stay in front. I'm a technogeek sometimes.

The uncle with the one-hand-ticket-tearing technique.

So there we were, before watching Kill Bill Vol. 2, waiting to enter the cinema. I handed my ticket over to the affable-looking uncle, who, with a slight twist of his fingers, tore my ticket into two. He smiled a smile only gurus possess.

During the show, I drew some similarities between the ticketing old man and the kung fu master, Pai Mei. Pai Mei had his five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique that would render a living man dead in 5 steps. And the uncle had his one-hand-ticket-tearing technique, honed over the years. Well, I bet that could kill someone or at least impress young punks like me.

Weird post. Too much caffeine. Off to watch Hellboy later. And I'm bloody broke, shelling out too much dough for my driving. Must pass! (Already dreaming of posing for pictures with first car, just like my dad's old pictures. lol.)

A one-thousand-word short story based loosely on a dream I had the night before. It's about a dream. It's about moving on with life. And most of all, it's about friendship, lost and renewed. Read and tell me what you think about it. (Did some rudimentary editing. There are still some quirks somewhere. And I need a better title for it...)

The Bus Ride that Lasts Forever

Gone are the nights when all you have is the company of a few older men; teaching you the way of life, sharing with you little nuggets of their own, smoking till our lungs turned black. there's nothing else to do but will away time, each moment a paiful wait as you pine for home, for love and for some char kway teow. Dare I say I miss those nights?

Maybe not.

I saw Orion in its full glory the other night. And a constellation, which I learnt later, Auriga. Canis minor was always visible. Stars always remind of a certain someone. I'm still glad that I'm home. Don't want time to pass so quickly now that I'm enjoying myself.

One year and a month away...waiting not so patiently. I need a vacation with the peeps.

There are days when everything just seem muted, the colours sapped out like using expired film.
There are days when you just feel like laughing madly at everything, cos you're having so much damn fun.
There are days when you spill coke on your friend's pants and everyone at the fast food chain sniggers (not so softly).

cw, i'm terribly sorry about the coke. you tried to be cool and nonchalent but the dark patch was just too glaring! haha. at least kill bill was fun. =)

There are nights when you feel that the world has moved on, leaving you behind.
There are nights when someone did a romantic gesture at the playground downstairs and all you can think is, "boy, how corny was that?"
There are nights when you miss your old friend, melancholy. (she's the pretty one sitting at the corner of you bed, much like death in sandman)

Some love fool had used those small candles to spell out I Love You, along with other candles leading to it, on the playground. All the fires were extinguished, save for one. And I counted 19 for I, 22 for the heart and 13 for U. What an inconsiderate guy though, left the mess behind for the poor cleaning auntie tomorrow. I'm so not romantic. Haha.

Must remember to renew passport before driving later.

Kill Bill Vol. 2 was a blast! Enjoyed it thoroughly, it was a terrific parody of kung fu movies of the past. The Pai Mei part was hilarious. Tarantino's use of clever cinematography; the inside jokes and the lameness of parts truly gave the show a personality unlike others. The plot twists and turns, I never quite expected anything. Haha. Not as much gore as the first one but it sure had style. =)

Four stars, I say. Watch it.

decided to do a new mast head. lazy for a complete makeover cos blogger isn't very flexible. spent about 2 hours toying around with the sketch i did yesterday. not very nice, i'm afraid. comments anyone?

gonna go watch kill bill vol. 2 with the peeps later! glorious gore!

late night entertainment for crude, empty souls

hilarious results.

here are some weird ones:
You are a penile cab driver who loves to megaFUCK toilets.
You are a punctual Nintendo64 who loves to climb ears.

(inexplicably trying to push back the automatic snooze button at 9pm, procured in Brunei cos dark comes swiftly)

back in my little bubble way after midnight, like how i used to like it. strangely, the strings of melancholy tug faintly in the distance. maybe i've grown out of it, maybe not. maybe i'm just happier for now, not much worries, all the anxieties stuffed away at the back of my head. ns taught me that. i'd have become too distraught a person and someone showed me the light. but what if she goes away one day? i would be sent plunging back into the dark pits i was raised in, back into the dangerous world, separated from my bubble. i never claimed that i was a good boy. evil's in my heart. (ask my arch-nemesis dom, haha. the next time he irritates me, i'm gonna try puking on his bed)

i've managed to isolate myself from many things in my life thus far. today, i probably rejected 3 invites to go clubbing. ain't got the cash, ain't got the health. i don't have enough hours for everyone else. maybe it's a fake bliss i live in but let me smile. i didn't use to smile a lot, now i do; somedays, that is.

just now i had the worst stomach pain in days. simply writhed in it just to coax some sympathy points. i'm such a histrion. perhaps i crave attention. ehrm, make that a definite statement. always been the neglected child, deemed independent enough, deemed strong enough. i'm not. i'm just a big facade.

somehow this post came out sounding like my old sad self. hi, haven't heard from you from awhile! cleared out around 150 songs from my mp3 lists. it's about time i left some of the past behind. how many times can you listen to old teen favourites? i've embarked on a new journey.

tomorrow, or rather, later today, i might be going to town with chee wei to catch kill bill vol. 2. i hope we don't get rejected at the ticket counter. i believe my mind is capable of conjuring images gorier and scarier than films that get R21 ratings. cos if any of my morbid thoughts were ever made into a film, i'd probably be tried at the court for causing rioting and anti-governmental sentiments. maybe not. i could always make a poignant short film. if i had the intensity to work that is.

Just watched 28 Days Later. Still reeling from all the graphic violence. Scary. Haha. Wondering what I'll be doing for the next few days of bliss and uninterrupted time. Hoping that time lasts longer but unfortunately, it just fleets by. Did some drawings in the morning. Maybe I would go on a photo trip tomorrow. It's been awhile..

Hey all. I returned from Brunei yesterday and boy, did I hate the time spent there. Time crawled at a snail's pace and how I wished I could come home. Tried to preserve my sanity and pushed myself on each time I felt like giving up. Char kway teow is a very good motivational tool. Haha. I even made up an A to Z list of things about Brunei that I hated during a long walk back to our log point during the navigation exercise. I was weak from fatigue as I only had biscuit and a packet of milo powder the whole day. Got till about O and I got stuck. Was often chased around by bees and hornets, must be something in human sweat that attracts them to us. Was stung by one on the first out field exercise. Totally unlucky. And we often had to deal with wet underwear (due to rain, sweat or river-crossing) but I'm glad nothing rotted. Haha.

The jungle descends into darkness rather quickly after six and you can't even see your own hand placed right in front of your face. The undulating terrain was tough to negotiate and the weather was a bitch; it was either blazing hot and humid or raining like it never rained before. But I'm glad we all made it through. The few times in camp was horrible too as there was nothing to do at all! Except get arrowed by my encik and running errands for him. Other than that, bonds were forged between the commanders and the men, and I was given more than a peek into my men's personalities and who I can depend on when the shit hits the fan.

And I became a celebrity in my company cos I lugged the stupid 84 (16.1kg) up and down Mt. Biang, across the terrain to complete our mission. If I had to do that kind of shit again, I would rather die. Training was tough, food was bad and I lost quite a few pounds I think. But all will be gained back by the end of this week, just cant resist all the tempting food back home.

Home is definitely the best place to be.

The whimsical spirit yearns to be summoned.

The depressive spirit hides in the dark corner, ready to pounce on any unsuspecting moment.

The dancing imp stays dormant for now is no time to show those moves.

The mad goblin awaits under the bed, schemes and pranks floating in his head.

The muse sits on the toilet bowl, cigarette in hand and taking a long smoke break.

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Prose, I can't really write anymore. But weird stuff like the above can always be conjured from nowhere. hmm.

Damien Rice sings those songs that I like to listen to when I'm sad. But I haven't been in that kind of melancholic state when the creative juices just flow. Yet, I'm happy living an ignorant life, save for the days I wake up too early and I feel like fucking someone's morning by making them do push-ups.

chee wei's blog is definitely interesting. Go read but sadly, he has to leave with me to Brunei tonight too. So no posts till we come back. His online voice is not a reflection of the person he is in real life. So neither am I.

I'm a brute (when I'm off my computer, not writing or around girls).

Argh. Wanted to write something about indulgence in acts of sin: eating, drinking and sex. But somehow it came out sounding like a GP essay. It's been a long time since I wrote though. Anyway, spent the last few days leading quite a hedonistic lifestyle in anticipation of the 3-week long training in Brunei. Put on some weight which I inadvertedly will lose (I hope or I'm in trouble!). Actually I do feel like going on a jog but on second thoughts, maybe I won't. One thing for sure, indulgence, even in its total allure and pleasure, is only good in moderation. Discomforts felt after are just not worth it! Lost count of the amount of times I visited the loo.

I do miss those days that I wake up in the morning in my own house and have an unplanned agenda. Can't wait for this army stint to be over, once I come back, I would be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel! Haha. *rubs hands in glee and says, "my precious...."*

When I come back, I'd redo the decor of my room, think it's about time I took down the matrix cuttings and change the photograph I stuck on my wall. And also the layout of this pathetic site that I hardly seem to maintain. Would love to start an art project of sorts. Would see how inspiration hits me then. And after the off, will be stuck in camp for a long time cos of stand-by thus I do really need some projects to do, don't wanna waste all the time idling away.

Alright, will be flying off tonight at 2:30am. Till then, I'd enjoy all the comforts my house provides.