Everythin happens for a Reason...

Phone.

Try as I might didn't manage to get the phone now I have a new one.

Jobs. Missed/cancelled job
Didn't get the job therefore able to have a good relaxing mj session/supper session without worrying about jobs.

Not going.

Not going better since the hawker centre was undergoing cleaning.

The deleted messages.

That tells me that moving on is the best thing I should do now.

Everything happens for a reason.
If you believe it.

Me?

I believe that after this post, I'll be so hungry and thirsty I'll go grab some noodles and beer.

Oh wait.

I've already got them.

See? :)

Wine, dine and 300 men...

Bibo, ergo sum. I drink, therefore I am

-- Fredirect Toyou

Had a mini drinking session on Tuesday with 2 guys and 1 lady, with the notable absence of another bugger.

I can't seem to remember the last time I was able to sit down and relax in the company of friends.

Work, work, work.

Managed to catch 300 last night.

Either you like it, or you don't.

I loved it.

Made me feel bloodthirsty,

and hungry for chicken nuggets, after staring at those abs for so long....

An inspiration for me to follow.

Will update on the washboard abs should they ever appear...

Supper with the Bravo guys and the addition of Mr Horny's bro(and bro's gf).

Ended up talking about the feeding habits of a certain 8 legged house pet owned by Jamesy boi himself.

Mice, crickets, toads.

We agree that he treats his pets with lots of TLC.

Next thing I knew, we were home...

Till the next time guys....

Let sleeping dogs lie...

It's hard to take over the world when you sleep 20 hours a day,

Darby Conley (Get Fuzzy 06/07/04)

How so very true.

Can't seem to get anything done today.

Quit in a middle of a Dota game cos I was falling asleep.

Concussed in the midst of reading comics.

Left the tv on while I snore on the bed.

I must have fallen asleep half a dozen times today while I was supposed to do something.

Chair, floor, sofa, bed.

Everywhere, anywhere.

I wonder if it's a open protest by my body for the abuse that I've been subjecting it to.

I need to use these few days to recover, then its back to work.

If there is work in the first place.

There might be a chance, just a chance that the month of May this year might be different...

Driving past past...

Driving past past…

Cruising down the expressway,
Over the bridge,
Cool wind.
Cool.
Cool.
Not cold.
Memories, they make me shiver,
Memories that involved you, and me.
Cruising.
Cruising past the place where I told you that I loved this part of Singapore, my favouritest view in the whole of the island.
Still is.
They build everything so fast now.
So, so fast.
The ferris wheel.
It’s almost up.
Looking to the left made me realize that you aren't there.
You left.
Empty space in the car.
The saddest thing is that the window seems so huge, so alien, without you.
More space to see the view.
The view that’s changing, like you, like me.

The song playing in a loop in the car that’s moving in a singular direction.
Straight.
You can drive past past,
But you can never outrun them.
Once you stop, they catch you.
Once you get back to the same place, they’re already there, waiting for you.
Either way, you’re f**ked.
Just keep moving on.
But how long can you move on,
How far?
How fast?

Cars, all blurry as I sped on by.
The view outside became a kaleidoscope of colours,
I see only a myriad of sights, too fast to digest, too slow to discard.
Sounds.
The sounds culminating in a symphony of rushing wind and purring engines,
But I think I can still hear your voice, your laughter.
Or was it mine?

Song still playing in a loop.

Search, spin, click.
Next song please.

Objects in the rear view mirror.
Were they there before, like they are, now?
I didn’t bother then.
I didn’t bother now.
I’m just sneaking glances to check if the past is catching up on me.
Cos it always do.
Every f**king single time.

Turn up the volume, pick up the pieces, and move on…
Favorite

Money, money, money....

Money, money, money.

I love to have them.

But I hate to count them.

Especially when I'm counting them for the sake of clearing accounts.

Though ironically, the clearing of accounts will mean that I am clearing them to get my money back...

Back to the receipts then...

To do or not to do...

If life was like a train, then we won't have problems with crossroads.

Just follow the f**king tracks.

Let someone else decide for you

Maybe like Ed says, its too early to decide what to do or where to go,
but I'm a greedy, ambitious and impatient man.

So what others can do in years, I want in months.

Maybe I don't have the experience, the intelligence, the know-hows blah blah.

But I still want it, I dream it, I desire it.

Though eventually the realization is another issue...


Sigh...
I am in need of a good rest.
And a good thinking session.

Pass me the thinking cap/hat/beanie please...

22 and counting...

Of non-sleep that is.

Discounting the short nap I managed to steal and my friend's humble abode(45 min leh, or maybe even less than that, cos I was woken up by first the Postman and then my Producer who conveniently forgot to tell me I needed to send something, somewhere, thus screwing up my somehow, somewhat, SleepSongSong plan...)


22 freaking hours and still up and running.

Correction.

Up and sitting, having to sit down on meine's fav toilet bowl taking a crap...


22 friggin hours that I'm awake, and its not because of mahjong(which would have made me done so voluntarily) but because of something call WORK.


What I need now is a good shower, some nice music in the room, eye-thingy that you use in airplanes to block out the sunlight that's filtering in, warm comfy bed, and oh, my Dog Dog of cos.

And maybe before I sleep I need to think if its all worth the moolah that I'm looking at...

Jus hope I stay awake long enough to prevent something like this from happening:



Oh and I still possess no good feelings for feline creatures.

The pursuit... of what I wonder?

The pursuit of Happyness? Or happiness?

It's the same ain't it, no matter how you spell it.

Managed to catch a show today, but too bad it wasn't the show that me and Kev wanted, so we had to settle for an alternative.

No surprise what show we caught.

The show wasn't too bad, at some points I was downright inspired.

I kid you not.

"And it was at that time that I thought about Thomas Jefferson writing that Declaration of Independence. Him saying that we have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I thought about how he knew to put the 'pursuit' in there, like no one can actually have happiness. We can only pursue it."

How true.

I've pursued what I thought would be my happiness for years but I never actually caught it, but when I had a chance at happiness in my hands, I let it slipped away, like I was too afraid to hold it, to believe that I had happiness, the capacity to be happy, and so I let go and ran away.

Or something like that...

On a lighter note, on the way back from Jase's hall I almost got into something like this:

Why?

Cos I was speeding with a white Beemer who thought he/she/it owned the road.

Speed that I hit when I passed a police van?

Somewhere in the region of 190+ km/h.

I didn't look back, I carried on speeding all the way to the exit of the expressway, and the max speed that I hit in my darling Mini?

198 km/h.

Shiok...

For everything else, there's...

Price of wallet: $200+

Cash inside wallet: $80

Unclaimed reciepts: $180+

Value of Ez-Link: $15+

Replacement value of IC: $100

Replacement value of driving license: $50

Replacement value of ATM card: $5

Losing everything in an afternoon while trying to rush for a shit job*: Not F**king Worth It.

But knowing that there're still some nice people out there: Priceless.

For everything else, there's the next job to look forward to.

*will elaborate on this story next time, some time, when I have time...