In druken stupor, i struggled to bring mike home..
mike brought me to this small cheesy karaoke pub joint..65 lighthouse.... the nonchalent dragon dance troupe downstairs pounded their drums and gongs hard.... it was difficult to understand the auspicious timings of the chinese....10.28 pm. at least I can attest to the decent quality of the pub's sound proof windows..
life stories were exchanged inside...either the KJ is sleeping or the set is screwed...i heard this song 4 freaking times in a row... and mike pointed that the KJ was cute... mike is in fix... he is begining to enjoy life.. he is not ready for commitment...it happens..not everyone grows up quickly...."relax..go with the flow.. it will be fine".. not everyone is ready to go with what father heart tells them... father heart is surprisingly an accurate guage but some of us succumb to mister mind or maybe brother cowardice...
clifford and lee joins us...i could sense that lee was reluctant to come down to boat quay..clifford is one happy fellow this week..finally gotten rid of his macro-manager..i will miss his presence in office...well we could still meet for drinks.... we started the card games .. i drank much as usual.. mike sang a tune and he is pretty good singer..mostly in tune and pitch....steady mike(no pun intended here)...
1am i think..we ended in another pub with a pool table... sparse crowd entertaining themselves..the service was quick to get the fast drinking buck and then it ended prematurely..or rather we were attended to only when there was money to be made...our request for 3 songs were conveniently parked aside.. lee is ruffled..this young, determined lass made sure that her voice was heard in song and public... reminded me of the old vc.. my last visit to this pub for sure.. i am a easy man to please these days..just provide me with resonable service if you want my business.. word of mouth spreads more quickly than you think.. you brown shirt clown !! lee was observant to note the color...
man.. this interpol band is brillant !! turn on the bright lights.. ! yeah !
we had a fun time teasing lee..of course we knew she had to go off.. i was feeling empty after... did not eat much in office...is beer a good substitute? bartop dancing was quite fun to watch at the devil's bar... tights...curvaceous bodies in motion and we got 3 jugs for 47 bucks (?) was it a mistake...more beer...gosh.... by some strange coincidence, the clown in brown was queing behind us...wonder how lee would have reacted....
mike took a picture of clifford and me to send to his girlfriend i think.. proof that he is out with the guys...hahhah.. i was dancing away by meself..high and oblivious of the happenings around me..might have step on a few toes.... when was the last time i was so high..beer taken in the right amounts can be a good replacement for smoke... the recent high profile bust is reminisce of another chapter in my life... glad for the experience but no thanks...
mike lost his way and was refused entry by the big man in black..said he was too drunk..got me bags and left after that...clifford asked he was sending regina (?) back.. was there something going on behind my back (pardon the pun)..hahah.. the mercedes cab driver must have been quite amused by mike.. mike kept asking him where he was headed... "boon lay lor..blk 169.." the driver repeated.mike was trying to play cool at his block... refused to let me know which unit he stayed in.. i made sure he opened the door from afar and made my way home..
...woke up stoned..... i can't recall how i paid the cab driver..was surprised that i still had money to do so after paying for entry and cab for lee..was it fun last night.. it sure was.. good clean fun
Can I do this again another time? "no finer time to be alive" - humpback oak
how many hours do we spend doing something that we like ? how many of us are fortunate to be able to do that today ?
It is said the we have 24 hours... i spend 12(?) hours working.. i spend 7 hours sleeping.. i spend 1 hour on the buses.. i spend 15 minutes on dinner.. This time, i am left with to do something that i enjoy...averagely 3hours 45 mins
the recent Tsunami disaster occuring close to our doorsteps was a sad, frightfully accurate and bleak portrayal of what Mother Nature or was it God could do in their wrath....so.. who was really responsible for this carnage? should we really care? do we really want to know?
are the thories these scientists sprout really a case of a shorted fuse in God's house? is a restage of the tower of babylon spoken in the Books? is Mother Earth breaking down finally? is the human race reaching the end of its shelf life soon? when is the next Seal going to be broken?
i did a stock take of my life... i seriously could have been at any of those places.. am i lucky that i am able to watch the aftermath on tv? would a cretin be better off under these circumstances ?
I managed to drag meself out of bed at 8.20... The art of a quick brush is a difficult one; still learning after all these years....today, my face looks better slightly.. it's been peeling non-stop for the past ..ermm....24 odd months ?!?!? it's really got nothing to do with the soap that I do not use or that facial wash that I do not buy....my back is aching slightly after yesterday's futbol kickaround... the ancient elders' speak is true afterall... "you still young lah, buut once..ah..you hit 30, den your body starts to geef you poblems.."
I never studied about aging in biology? perhaps i had been paying too much attention to the grafitti on my books and desk....all i heard was about how your liver builds this and that, how the bile breaks down from here to there and of course..how the infamous white willy fluid moves in and out...*chuckle*.... typical boys school i would say, only interested in the study of certain anatomy..but body physics at 30? this must be a joke....i only took life 1 day as it came.....
Nothing in the past 29 years would have given me the slightest hint of what was to come ... 1st i tore my left knee ligament and meniscus...bad break.. i then began to realise that the weighing machine was not faulty afterall..mildly obese...i began to experience flaky skin;people started to associate me with a snake in jest... the only snake i knew in me all this while was "Eat Snake"...I frequently experienced back pains......this year i injured my left ankle ligament... what's next ? but then again, it could be that i am pushing myself too much during soccer..
Nowadays, I respect the human body a little more; I give it some lag.. try to listen to what it commands...take a break if you're tired... i don't succed all the time naturally, since i frequently want to take life at it's throat and push it to the furthest...but these days...
Bought the lastest "Do They Know It's Christmas?" CD single from HMV.. been ages since i bought a single... In the past, SINGLES meant heading down to Da Da Records, Valentines or even to Supreme Records to scout for the latest 7"/12" vinyl single. These days, it's all MP3...download..exchange...burn...store and play... all of a sudden, bootleggers' seem like a lame bunch...
The sticker on the cover readBrillant New Version of "Do They Know It's Christmas?"...kid me not.. after the first listen..it felt newer but brillant...nah.... Band Aid 20 had its stellar musicans on fine form (Thom Yoke, Jonny Greenwood,Paul McCartney...) but being nostagic, biased maybe..I felt the artiste from the Romantic era coming on top on this one.
The original familar bell chime at the start had been replaced by Thom's piano play; RadioHead..brillant it is....this regulated piano play..so so only. The thumping bass line from the original recording was gone...Paul's creative past is pale in comparison here...Hail to Adam Clayton ! I dont hear the authoritive drumming of Phil Collins duplicated... The clueless wah-wah effect solo towards the end would have made Hendrix sit up in his grave.
Despite the flaws..it's not too bad at some parts though....the Brian May-ish twin guitar sound is replicated to perfection..Hawkins's Darkness prevails.. The Dizzee Rascal rap was a nice touch too..
"Spare a thought this yuletide for the deprived. If the table was turned would you survive"
"You ain't gotta feel guilt just selfless. Give a little help to the helpless"
Well, every era must have its identity version i guess.. as usual me being always stuck to the past, have a stronger preference for the 84' version. The 89' version I can't recall and now the 04' version.
The largest, most original fund raising music aid for the Ethiopians have come full circle and I foresee that the 2004 version will be the last of the Band Aid series...
Another typical saturday...went to the zoo with wifey and son...erica is still too young to enjoy the animal viewing. The journey there was a drag...the usual comments were freeflowing.."please drive carefully", " better slow down, there is a camera ahead", "do you know that you are driving too close to the left..", "blah blah blah..." Strange but true..i think most wifes have this erm... "i trust anyone but my husband the driver" syndrome.. everytime a woman gets into the car with her husband on the wheels, it happens.. I have noticed this happening when taking a ride with friends and their wives... is it a coincidence I don't know.. but somehow the female mind conveniently eases itself into a neurotic state which pisses the hell out of me. I have learnt...to be silent and concentrate on driving. It is easy to retaliate with unkind remarks and blow the whole day away....
wifeyblokewifeyblokewifeybloke conversation
wifey: "can you treat me nicer?"
bloke: "i don't think i am treating you any worse than yesterday"
wifey: " let's split lah, can't take this anymore..."
It was utterly miserable...I wanted to just tell wifey to go to the zoo without me or to tell her to go for her hair treatment so that I could spend time with son without her... It was simply a drag from then onwards..I struggled to mutter the sighs under my breathe... in times like these, i have always asked God, is this how it is meant to be ?... why do i always have to go through this state of emotions...sigh...
God..1st you make me endure 2 miscarrages..i handled it much better for sure.. God..then you gave me two beautiful, intelligent and angelic kids..i am grateful eternally i hope.. God..but you crafted our relationship in a manner which you willed..what am i suppose to do ?
At the end of today, we made up..for the upteenth time.....how long will this carry on? my soul is weary for sure..
This is the 1st time i have tried anything like this...posting a weblog....such an amazing idea..."the times, they're a changing" how right Bob was.. incredible foresight.......how do you fault this revoluntary man. You dont ! you put his place in history with john, janis, jimi, eric, ..the whole lot...
Times have moved so quickly and modern technology eases your life with a simple click here and there... i think the term couch potato should now reference a new generation of people behaviour or rather, extend the definition to the new monitor gazing generation. It's so easy to pen your thoughts and reveal it to the world, almost effortlessly as I discovered in the last 10 minutes....gosh..
I don't see any more Parker pen ads on tv..in fact I can't recall when was the last time i have seen them on national television...I wonder how Mr reliable pen is performing these days against IT. We can even sign without a pen nowsdays ?! how much do we use the pen these days really ?
aww..damn...my left knee is working up again.. eversince i had that ACL repair job done, it never felt the same again...sigh...one futbol career down the drain...this career reads as playing social futbol every weekend with the aged 40 somethings in my team. Good players they are I must say.
On this day that I have decided to share with the world my limited life thoughts, my wifey is out playing mahjong with her school chums. One of the more interesting games that I use to indulged in the past. The time now is 1 am.
Had a difficult day today. Woke up at approx 7am as daughter was awake and simply refuse to go back to sleep. It is made worse when I only slept at 3am. I am seriously comtemplating vodkha in her daily night feeds :) Erica is a strange one these days, could be due to teething but I think it's likely her inherited traits..
