They came in droves and drove away that which has existed since time immemorial.. Armed with their own languages.. and a single-mindedness that belied their frail human selves.. they conjured a masterpiece of a plan.. That which is inherently bad is now immoral, perverse, cruel.. and so many others in a wide spectrum dependent on the gravity of the action. Sex, period can now be categorized into oral sex, anal sex, phone sex.. all in a bid to rationalise behaviour which had not been condoned before.. With one deft show of finesse, they have been able to turn an honest man into the rational man.. Places to worship God Almighty have crumbled relatively..perhaps not physically but definitely in importance..and made way for 40 storey-high temples to worship the new God in town, Money. Whereas once we prayed to God for enlightenment and talked to Him on a starry, starry night, we have now come to the day when we say "Money talks". Women giving up their virginity just to hear that faint whisper from the hundred dollar note.. "I'm coming.." How strange is it that we have all somewhat lost our bearings in a world whose sense of direction seems to be more and more shrouded in a heavy mist of deception. Not strange at all I suppose.. So who are these people that I've been talking about? Well they could have been people from the past.. or people that we've run into on the train or bus.. They could even be.. US.. maybe not now.. but maybe in the future.. Let us pray that it aint so..
I'm woven in a fantasy,I can't believe the things I see The path that I have chosen now has led me to a wall And with each passing day,I feel a little more like something dear was lost It rises now before me,a dark and silent barrier in between All I am and all that I would ever want to be It's just a travesty..towering..marking off the boundaries my spirit..will erase.. To pass beyond is what I seek,I fear that I may be too weak... And those are few who've seen it through to glimpse the other side... The promised land is waiting like a maiden that is soon to be a bride... The moment is a masterpiece, the weight of indecision's in the air.. It's standing there..the symbol and the sum of all that's me.. It's just a travesty..towering..blocking out the light yet blinding me..I want to see.. Gold and diamonds cast a spell, it's not for me I know it well.. The riches that I seek are waiting on the other side.. There's more that I can measure in the treasure of the love that I can find And though it's always been here with me, I must tear down the wall and let it be.. All I am, and all that I was ever meant to be, in harmony Shining true and smiling back at all who wait to cross There is no LOSS..
Compassion.. why do you haunt me so? In the middle of the night.. when i should be in deep slumber.. why do you attack my thoughts?.. Why do i suddenly think back to those days when my mom used to send me to school..carrying my heavy school bag..and her wearing her old slippers.. braving rain and shine just to get me home safe and sound.. why do i suddenly think of my brother.. whose right leg is so badly affected by degenerative arthritis.. he has to hobble his way everywhere he goes..why am i even contemplating asking you to return the handphone i gave you? the one you treasure so much and have put in the numbers of all your closest friends so painstakingly...? Why did i suddenly think about those kids and their moms begging near bussorah street..and of the sudden decision by the Government to impose compulsory education for all..will they be wearing uniforms donated by the community? will they be wearing torn shoes and have only 5 cents a week for pocket money? And when their friends ask them why they arent eating during recess they'll say it's because they're not hungry..arghh.. why must guilt prick me so.. for all my wrongs.. and all my misgivings.. and all my failures.. Sometimes i really wonder why people can just go ahead and splurge on their Porsches when barely a street away, people are begging for money just to buy a loaf of bread for their only meal of the week.. Why cant I be like these people.. totally oblivious of everything around them and not caring much about everything else...caring only about their personal love life's ups and downs which sound as if the world will end without that one guy or girl.. Apathy,why do you reject me so? God save my soul.
Here's me with my buddy from the Royal Brunei Armed Forces.. Nice guy.. started as a cook.. trained in the infantry and commandos as well.. Im on the right.
I was watching band of brothers yesterday when suddenly this monstrous nostalgic wave came over me.. and swept me off and away.. back to a few years ago..when i was still a member of the first infantry regiment..
In the dead of the night, the battalion was slowly moving towards our objective some 20 clicks away.. if i overheard correctly.. The expected time of arrival was 0715 hours.. before we'd be deployed to our defence positions.. urgh..defence.. i hate digging.. especially trenches.. it's enough that i carry a stretcher on my back.. in addition to the medical orderly pouch slung over my shoulder.. the walking puts tremendous pressure on my knees ..back and shoulders.. oh how i dread digging.. especially on grounds so hard.. they'd give ex-girlfriends' hearts a run for their money..We'd usually wait for nightfall before we begin our journey..
Night.When mosquitoes slowly awake from their slumber to stalk..hunt and go for the kill.. Night. When frogs suddenly find reason to make noise.. Night. When fireflies illuminate the forest..floating around with an effervescence that belies their short lifespan.. And night.. when weary soldiers drag their feet to keep moving towards the objective.. their noses now completely oblivious of the pungent odour in the air of sweat-drenched uniforms.. their thoughts now totally focused on their destination..and how long it'll take for them to reach that destination..
A few seasoned soldiers have perfected the art of sleeping as they walk.. However, when the need arises for them to dive for cover.. (usually by a signal which resembles a karate chop through the air) they end up diving into ditches or prickly bushes.. It's 0320 now.. we have been walking for about 6 hours already.. stopping and going..up and down so many hills.. Our company sergeant major urged us to continue..saying it's not long before we reach.. not long.. NOT LONG?? we've been walking for 6 hours.. if we had taken a plane.. we could have travelled across continents in that time.. But i guess duty calls..
But i was simply too tired.. i couldnt stand it anymore.. Our next "dive for cover" .. i went for it.. i dived deep into the jungle.. away from the trail..away from the rest of the battalion.. and ran.. to the point that i could see nothing.. no light at all.. but i was so tired.. so sleepy..couldnt help it.. The next day.. when i woke up..i found myself right beside this tombstone..apparently i'd been sleeping at this old gravesite the entire night.. But when fatigue sets in.. not even the spirits can make me walk on.. I prayed to God for a while for me to be able to find my way back to the battalion before i pushed on.. People who suffer from night-blindness suffer a huge disadvantage being in the infantry..most of the operations we do are at night.. heli-ops.. crossing water obstacles.. etc.. You feel more tired at night.. cos you dont know where or what you're stepping on.. and you have to be more careful where you tread.. you get a lot more agitated..and tired.. But in the morning.. i followed the boot tracks all the way to the objective.. Learning how to follow tracks is a specialty of mine.. broken branches.. the odd cigarette or two.. When i got reunited with the battalion..the Officer commanding (OC) of my company wasnt too happy with me.. after the lecture.. i went to dig out my shellscrape..just waiting for the enemy to attack.. but for me.. the biggest enemy i face is night-blindness and fatigue.. till next time..
Yesterday was a weird day for me.. I was on the train going to Buona Vista mrt station.. On board the train.. I saw this family.. 2 guys.. who should be between 18 to 20 years old.. their younger sister who looked 15 or 16 and their father.. a 50-plus old man.. They were all dressed in their nice new Chinese New Year clothes.. a mixture of red and white which may somehow also be mistaken for patriotism in these parts.. Nevertheless the children were a happy bunch..talking about school..their friends.. relatives.. how excited they were about visiting them.. and life in general.
Their dad was less boisterous..less chatty and maintained a solemn,dignified look on his face.. Occasionally, he would smile listening to his children talk..but always he managed to maintain that figure of composure.. Now and then, he manages to slip in a comment in between his children's conversations, about the train station they were supposed to drop at.. the weather and such.. wait a minute..[b]FREEZE THAT MOMENT FOR A WHILE [/b] why does this seem all so familiar? hmm..
Is it perhaps due to the fact that if i juxtaposed my own family there.. it might appear as if there was a mirror in between? Perhaps.. My father has always been that type.. what girls call the strong silent type.. He doesnt say that much and to a certain extent alienates himself somewhat from me and my siblings.. I wouldnt exactly say he's estranged or something because he still talks to us once in a while when he's cutting our hair..
You see, my dad has been working for a long time.. and one point was doing two to three jobs at a time to ensure his kids led a pretty comfortable life.. As a result, he's not really around most of the time.. He has held so many jobs ranging from a pump attendant to a barber to a supervisor and technician.. But im glad that he is able to see his children growing up to be fairly successful and decent people.. My eldest brother shares a shop with a few of his friends.. my second brother works as a journalist at a local english newspaper, my sister works in a bank and is married with a child.. Me? well im still finding my way.. i do hope to make him proud one day though..
Nowadays, my dad leads a more sedentary lifestyle.. especially after his near-death intestinal rupture incident during my A-levels.. He still holds a part-time job..but has learnt to take it easy.. He simply can't seem to stay around at home.. he'd be restless.. So the birth of my niece has been quite a blessing... It seems that he was able to relive a part of his life that he had missed somewhat.. the early years of his children.. He looks a lot better now..more radiant.. just like being a father to a newborn all over again.. :)
My niece calls my dad, Papa because she lives together with us.. My dad with his trusty bicycle cycles her to school.. to the supermarket..everywhere.. On weekends, my sister will drive my niece and my dad to the beach where they'll go build sandcastles..and enjoy the peace of the seabreeze and the warm seawater.. Life is beautiful for him now..and he deserves to enjoy every single moment.. it sounds a bit like an instant replay..of recapturing something you missed.. only thing is.. it's not that instant. Here's to my dad.. :)
I've lost a few friends..a few relatives..and a few pets before.. My Grandpas..both maternal and paternal.. through death.. my friends Shun'an and Ying Heng through sudden lost of contact..and perhaps emigration.. My bird Piko and my terrapin, Raphael through death as well..
Loss is something that is predestined..natural and has to be accepted.. The acceptance of loss leads to maturity.. Funny enough, I've also grieved over certain things which may come across as less significant than family and friends.. im talking about tv shows.. I've mourned over Taxi.. Northern Exposure.. Seinfeld and so many others. These are shows which I have come to expect to come on and welcome me from another hard day at school..or in camp.. or at work even.. They provide the comfort of familiarity..of people we've known for years but yet..the characters themselves wouldnt recognise us even if we shoved ourselves in their faces..familiar places which we have come to identify with and perhaps even envy.. entertaining us and not expecting us to reciprocate that favour..
Today i mourn for the loss of yet another good show..felicity..yesterday.. This may seem strange as Felicity had ended its run a long time ago some may say.. well.. this is where i have to admit, i was never a follower of the series until 3 weeks ago.. while Channel 5 was showing reruns of Felicity.. As a matter of fact, I watched about half of the first season of Felicity before I got called up for National service( for those not in the know, it's some form of conscription to feed the government the soldiers it needs to beef up the defence as a result of dwindling birth rates) Anyway, as a result, i didnt have the luxury to watch the rest of the season.. and so for the next 2 seasons, i gave it a miss as well because of my military commitments..
The final season saw me finally ending my 2.5 years in the army and i had all the time in the world to watch felicity.. but i didnt.. why? well.. The 2 and a half seasons i missed aside, I was pretty much influenced by people's opinions about felicity.. how she's so indecisive.. and how her hair is kinda weird.. not just people around me.. but the media as well.. Hence i made the unforgivable error of.. "giving it a miss". I passed judgement on it before i even gave it a chance..and how i've regretted it so.. because i've missed such a big part of her life in college..
Felicity fanatics and 'puritans' may call me a 'poseur' of some sort but i was undeniably taken by the series in the final 3 weeks it was airing on channel five at [b]3 IN THE MORNING[/b] and i stayed up faithfully in the course of the 3 weeks to follow the series.. and i realised that.. sally wasn't just an imaginary friend but a real person.. ben is not as gentlemanly and soft-hearted as i thought him to be.. and that placed in Felicity's position..many people would have probably been just as indecisive and lost as she was.. Felicity's a deeply misunderstood character.. she is a very intelligent girl but the act of juggling the emotions of everyone around her is a near impossible one.. it's no wonder she has a hard time making decisions.. and letting go.. And letting go of felicity was a hard thing for me to do as well as she had been a good friend of mine for... 3 weeks.. It's one thing to mourn over a friend you've known for a long time..it's another to know someone..cast unfair judgements and undeserving opinions upon them..only to realise that you were wrong..and by then..it's a bit too late.. you could have known her for a much longer time..if you had only taken the time to understand her better.. But i guess that's how life is sometimes..
Anyway i'd like to say a big thank you to [b]ARFAH[/b] for introducing me to felicity porter.. I might not have known you for a long time, but i treasured my time with you.. and i'll buy your dvd when it comes out.. :wink:
When i first started this BLOG, I told myself that I positively will NOT complain or gripe or use any form of expletives/obscenities/pr ofanities/vulgarities or what have yous.. and it is with this in mind that I will write this blog for today..
Today was such a glorious day! I woke up at 830.. and watched a live match between Argentina and Ecuador.. and it was great.. Argentina beat them 5-2.. oh joy! :lol: Happiness was in the air.. I had to go with William to pay for our exam fees.. Oh the joy of giving 2000 dollars to complete strangers is simply exhilarating! It fills my heart with such love.. By the time we were done with everything.. it was about 1.00pm.. Then william asked me to go and exchange some t-shirt which was apparently too small for his ..well..small body.. Hmm.. he's a tall guy though..just that he's pretty.. skinny.. But i did it without question.. because he was a great friend and well..he was a bit too busy to do it himself.. Oh yay! Doing a favour for a friend.. oh what a beautiful day it's turning out to be.. so i went to the nearest shopping centre around which happened to be Tanglin Mall and enquired about whether they had an ocean pacific outlet in their massive mall..The lady behind the information counter said no and the nearest one was at wisma atria...
[b]Ffff.....abulous[/b] We have a challenge on our hands! whoop dee doo! to quote adam sandler from the wedding singer.. So i trudged..oops! i meant SKIPPED happily from tanglin mall all the way down to wisma atria! If only I had a basket of flowers in my hand and my hair was long enough to pony-tail.. that would really have completed the image..not to mention MAKE MY DAY.. So i arrived at wisma..and there were dozens of people still doing their Chinese New Year shopping.. either that or stocking up for Christmas..whichever the case.. I searched high and low before i finally made it to Ocean Pacific.. and wouldnt you know it.. they didnt have the L size he wanted.. and XL was a bit too big for him.. i reckon he might not have to wear pants if i had gotten the XL t-shirt for him.. So i asked the dear shoplady if she can call other OP branches to see whether they had stock of the 'L' sized t-shirt.. she called the Bugis branch but nobody picked up.. the tampines mall branch said they no longer had stock of the L size either... So finally the Parkway Parade branch said they had the t-shirt in that exact size.. only it seemed out of the way as i was hoping to find a branch that was still within walking distance of a train station..
So i took the train down to.. Bugis and decided to try my luck there.. as luck would have it.. they had the 'M' size.. woah.. this is turning out to be a veritable scavenger hunt isnt it.. with one branch saying they had the XL and one with the M and one with the L.. so i had to again.. merrily make my way back to the train and take a trip down to Paya Lebar where i took a bus all the way to Parkway Parade..
The sun smiled down at everyone today as clouds simply faded away into oblivion.. Everyone on the bus was covered in beautiful sweat thus concocting a heady brew of unparalleled aromatic delight on the bus! Im so lucky! Anyway, i finally got to OP and exchanged the t-shirt.. By then it was too late to go and run with my friend and so i decided to go book-shopping instead as mph was conveniently located in the corner of the basement.. on we continue with the journey.. and this time we're heading home.. same sun..same intoxicating smell on the bus.. mmmm..
Moving on.. as i alighted the bus, I tripped for the second time today and almost fell on this ah-pek walking in front of me.. He was so shocked that he jumped off the pavement when he heard the plastic bag i was carrying making that strange sound as i was about to fall.. But like Maradona.. I had an amazing sense of balance and of regaining it when lost....i almost kissed the ground but i didnt.. though that didnt spare me much from the embarassment of almost falling down.. And it suddenly reminded me of what my mom always says..that whenever i fall..it's because im yearning for something..i dunno what that is at the moment.. i just know that it was a Fffffff..antastic Day! :lol:
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=http://img11.photobucket.com/... I saw this deejay from power 98fm who looked uncannily like Jack Black.. coincidentally, he was setting up a charity booth right in front of a poster of Jack Black at orchard cineleisure.. I just had to ask if he was ok with me taking his pic.. and so..i present to you..jack black.
She's been in my room for days.. maybe weeks even....she's always there.. sucking..and kissing...looking at me as im sleeping..I've been trying to get rid of her too but i dunno..I dont know why.. but i think my movement has been rather slow recently..
In the past.. i used to be able to catch a glass before it disintegrates upon contact with the floor.. once.. i even caught a fly in my hand.. before i let go.. simply because i couldnt believe i actually caught a fly with my hand.. and i was convinced there was nothing in my hand..so i just opened it..and saw the fly whiz right out of my hand.. sad but true..
Today, my adversary has the nose of Uma Thurman and the brains of Jenny McCarthy.. yes, that's right.. a mosquito.. In fact.. she has been around so long that i even have a name for her.. Ashley.. after another bloodsucker i used to know.. heh..but that's another story altogether.. She's been everywhere.. in the bathroom..on my bed.. everywhere and she has defiled just about every part of my body.. the mosquito, that is.. The thing about her is.. she's getting fatter by the day.. and she's been flying so slowly.. right in front of me.. but as i said earlier.. im just so slow these days..
Anyway today i had an excellent chance of snuffing her out once and for all.. i was just out of my bathroom after my shower...she was perched onto one of the cologne bottles i had on my cupboard.. i thought to myself.. tonight's the night, ashley.. no more late night snacking for you.. so i reached for some form of insecticide in my room.. but there werent any.. i thought i couldnt let this opportunity slip..if i went out to the kitchen to get the insecticide..she might fly away..so i grabbed.. one of my nivea deodorant spray and sprayed at her for all its worth.. She just casually flew away.. as if nothing had happened! urgh..i thought at the very least, it could blinden her or something.. but barely fifteen minutes later.. mosquito bites on my legs! arghh..
For weeks, i've been trying to convince myself that she'll die in three days.. because that's what i figure the life-span of a mosquito to be.. but today.. i actually looked it up over the internet..and lo and behold! the life span of a female mosquito is BETWEEN 3 days..and a hundred days.. wow.. and it sees with infra-red vision.. double wow.. i have..in my room.. a vampire from the special forces.. no wonder i cant kill it.. but then again.. sometimes i think.. mosquitoes need our blood to survive as we need food to survive.. how many cows.. chickens and plants have we killed to sustain ourselves.. why should we impose the death sentence of one that is like us? isnt it hypocritical? then i rationalized by saying..well it wouldnt matter if they just sucked our blood..but they inject germs and stuff into us as well.. and that's a problem.. But humans.. actually kill..cows..sheep..chickens.. mosquitoes rarely cause fatal diseases..except in dengue fever and malaria.. but that's only 2 species out of the 120 species of mosquitoes that exist..
In the end.. i thought.. well.. im not going to go all out to kill her.. but if she appears right in front of me.. caught in the act.. then perhaps she deserves it..haha.. that's mean.. but i think i'll miss her somewhat.. she's always there with me when im asleep.. giving me love bites here and there.. especially on the legs where it'll be harder for me to smack the life out of her.. but i try not to be bitter with her.. she is after all a creation of God.. as am i.. and i shouldnt hold grudges towards her..in spite of the many itchy nights she has kindly bestowed upon me.. Here's to friendships.. though i confess i've held many long term grudges against people.. i must admit that i've forgiven every single one of them.. only, i just dont want to see a few of you ever again.. perhaps because it'll trigger some memories.. i dunno.. i've forgiven.. but it's hard to forget..
For some of us, predicting what we'll be doing in 3 hours' time is hard enough.. what more seeing ourselves 10 or even 20 years from now? Imagining ourselves to live up to a hundred seems an alien concept as death overtakes all.. especially those who have seen their fair share of wars, elections, summers.. winters.. Infinity? Incomprehensible.. I quote my math teachers, from primary 5 all the way to university.. 1/0=infinity .. It's something impossible.. it's just incomprehensible to the human mind..
God has promised us an eternity in paradise if we stayed true to His word.. An eternity filled with endless bounty.. Beyond our wildest fantasies and fancies.. But sometimes, i can't help but wonder perhaps rather sacrilegiously whether i'd be bored with all that time on my hands.. I know that God has promised us everything good in heaven, and perhaps there.. the concept of boredom doesnt even exist.. perhaps every single nanosecond will seem exciting and new.. something that is again.. incomprehensible to us now..
Anyway, one thing that i've been pondering over is if God asks us of any requests that we might ask of Him in paradise.. what might they be? I've concluded my choice to be to ask God to make me lead the life of every human being that has ever lived on Earth.. doesnt matter if it's a long-suffering pauper or a self-made billionaire cheating millions of their money through a business of creating operating systems.. I would love to go through all those experiences.. to gain all that knowledge.. feel what they felt..and think what they thought.. it'll be amazing.. Which led me to think..hmm.. what if.. just maybe..I'm already in paradise and im leading one of those lives that i had wished for? hmm.. just a thought.. haha.. anyway, i have a long way to go before contemplating all these..I could never really even hope to have the slightest inkling of a speck of detail of the plans God has for me.. or for everyone else for that matter, but i know that whatever happens, good or bad will lead to an eventual good in future.. besides.. I havent done enough to deserve a place in Paradise.. if anybody has similar thoughts.. then feel free to comment..im all ears.. Until then.. stay tuned for me next blog.. thanks for tuning in again!
[i][b]O Muse! Sing in me, and through me tell the story Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending, A wanderer, harried for years on end...[/b][/i]
Many people wonder why i've been supporting everton for 20 years..despite them fighting for relegation most of the time.. well.. i came across this website and found something that's not only quoteworthy but also sums up my love for everton in a few simple sentences..
[b]"[i]Evertonians are Born Not Manufactured We do not Choose; We are Chosen Those who Understand Need No Explanation Those That Don't Understand Don't Matter[/i]"[/b]
Today felt really good.. In the morning, i deposited some money my dad gave me into the bank.. for fees and stuff.. Saw a lot of old men and women in the queue in front of me.. Im guessing everyone's withdrawing money.. for the upcoming Chinese New Year.. The line of old men and women,in their faded blouses.. and tattered slippers painted a poignant picture as they withdrew their money- their generosity in giving what little they had to their children..or grandchildren.. instead of buying new slippers and blouses.. their selflessness held me in awe.. and i stood there embarassed at wearing the nice sandals and kappa jacket that were obviously new relative to theirs.. The festive spirit is in the air.. amazing how one festivity is so quickly succeeded by another.. deepavali, hari raya, christmas, new year's day and chinese new year.. festivities make life easier to bear i guess.. haha... But the happiest moment of the day was when my old friend leroy called me today.. Gosh i've missed him so.. glad to find out he has a steady girlfriend nowadays and is planning to settle down to married life next year.. It seemed like only yesterday we were both at SMM making fun of victor and habib and tweety bird and kelvin and weishan and tasyrif and fadli and everybody else that crossed our path.. haha.. the jokers' corner gang with our daily ritual of finishing our lunch quick so that we could go back to our bunk and make fun of everybody around us.. Leroy has changed a lot since then.. his humour is the same.. but time really makes an old man out of you.. well not exactly old.. just mature.. well.. i wish all the best for him in his new job in construction.. designing the exterior instead of the interior.. and i also wish one day your girlfriend will see the light and let you buy a ps2 set.. and last but not least..i hope liverpool starts playing better.... nah..i didnt mean that last one.. haha.. once a sucky team.. always a sucky team.. ;) not as bad as man u of course..woohoo.. haha.. and everton's still the one for me.. In the evening, i went for classes.. and made a clown out of myself.. haha..but i enjoy common law.. there's so much thinking and brainstorming going around.. a heady brew of activity and intelligence.. and that wraps it up for today, tune in tomorrow, same time, same blog..
Sundays are hot and slow.. kind of like a tortoise on a hot plate.. I've never been to mexico before.. but i've heard about the siesta culture there.. Plus i've seen movies like El Mariachi.. and desperado.. and even a few old westerns.. On days like today, I can't help but imagine myself in Mexico.. Just waiting for something to happen.. slow..and hot.. unbearably so.. Of course this may be a totally perverted, convoluted view of how Mexico is.. especially since i've never been there before, and i apologise to people who know better. But the night is much better.. with the sun setting and the tv making up for the lack of brightness.. ahh.. i hate myself when im griping.. i guess i just have to force myself to think more positively.. and this is the entry for today
Sometimes it can be quite strange..the things i wait for.. im waiting for someone to call.. amazingly she hasn't in two days.. and that's a pretty long time.. to me at least. So here i am..waiting to avail myself to her.. to listen to her incessant complaints, her jokes.. her trip to grandma's house.. her movie date.. Sometimes it's a drag.. but usually it'll end up pretty okay..and that's why im waiting still..
[i][b]Today crawled with an amazing lack of speed.. the night froze with an astounding lack of heat.. whatever it is i need... i know it's time to God i heed. Pray Not for heat but for warmth.. not for speed but for direction.. and not for you but for affection.[/b][/i] Love thy family.. they will always be there for you.. but they may not always be there.. so love them while you can..
Welcome all to a belated ode to my new year's eve.. just as i had feared.. i had begun neglecting my blog.. i had a mellow new year's eve.. with my old friend of 8 years.. William.. I love hanging out with him..and just talking..about the past..about life in general.. about religion..pride..conflicts.. pretty girls that walk past us.. everything.. As his birthday is exactly seven days after new year's day..i took the opportunity to celebrate his birthday as well.. you could take it to be killing a few ants with one finger, but it's just that it's been hard for us to meet each other these days.. So we went to seoul garden to have a buffet dinner there.. my goodness.. was it packed.. we had to share our table with an old couple.. the food was pretty okay..but we didnt really eat enough to justify the 25++ per head.. but the ice-cream was good though.. mmm.. anyway..moving on.. we went to a nearby cafe to watch the live countdown on tv.. and again..the place was full of revellers.. underaged drinkers.. overaged pervs..you name it.. will had a heineken and i had.. peach tea..haha.. but the countdown was kinda nice..though the music was not my type.. as midnight approached.. we felt compelled to leave the place before the noise got unbearable.. the key word for the night was 'mellow'. so on we went.. walking along the fullerton stretch.. with 10 mins to go before the demise of 2003.. we ran to the esplanade in the dying seconds before shouts of "happy new year!" rang across the land.. and there we were.. in the giant durian where duran duran DIDNT perform a a week ago..yes.. they opted for the indoor stadium instead of the esplanade. So there we were.. awed by the most spectacular fireworks display since.. since.. national day actually.. yeah.. it was nice.. amazing how the lighting up of the sky can make you feel so light-headed.. looked a bit like van gogh's starry night.. which reminded me of don mclean's song "Vincent".. and the lyrics.. "..now i think i know.. what you tried to say to me..how you suffered for your sanity..how you tried to set them free.. they would not listen..they do not know how.. perhaps they never will.." Yes..this is what new year's day should be about.. reflection... self-reflection.. events... yes.. it was all nice.. After that we went to watch a movie at orchard.. on the way there.. we were greeted by a large group of Bangladeshi workers who were out to paint the town red.. some drunk..some just high from the celebrations.. they were spraying some form of silly string at everyone who walked past them.. we..or should i say, THEY were lucky not to spray the stuff at us.. I've learnt quite a few moves from black mamba.. anyway..the party mood was evident in orchard.. streamers and silly string strewn all over the floor.. we caught Mona Lisa smile at the 230 slot.. it was nice.. poor character development.. but it was a movie that made me think.. women have come a long way since the 1950s.. and the script was pretty clever too.. at least in the earlier part of the movie.. i felt it was a bit rushed towards the end.. After the movie, on we walked.. we planned on having our breakfast at the geylang area.. walking all the way from orchard to geylang.. but then again.. we were quite exhausted.. so we walked to prinsep street.. where there was this nice buddhist temple.. we waited for it to open at 6 before william went in to pray.. I really hope he gets everything he prays for..he deserves better.. but then again God is fair.. and we have to believe that whatever happens is for the best. It was a nice peaceful ending to a day that might have been exciting.. but excitement was something we decided to do without that day.. and what a day it turned out to be..
