ah the good ol' days

found some photos on my hard disk this morning, some of them i've never actually seen before. and then all of a sudden certain memories started flooding back.

the strange thing is, i have no recollection at all of some of the photos, and they all look really funny/weird.

ok this one seems random, but...
look closely at the background xD

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cny at someone's house

林老板 frantically making business connections in search of more prosperity even during the chinese new year holidays. note the unidentified item in his right hand: it's actually a gold nugget

whose guitar is this?

again, someone's house o.O

yi-en's exposé

that is definitely not my bag i'm holding

where is this and what the hell are we doing???

zi high!

edit: on my way home i bought a bar of hershey's cookies and cream. oh man it tasted so good. i haven't had it since... secondary school i think. it's another one of those nostalgic moment where every other day on my way home i'd make a detour to the 7 eleven just to get a bar of cookies and cream, that's until the bus interchange moved like 10 million miles away a few years back. the good ol' days...

+listening to: the great explorers by frank gambale

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wait until tomorrow

• the titanic sank today 96 years ago.
• the howard stern show premiered today 11 years ago.
• the pro-democracy student movement started in beijing today 19 years ago.
• tokyo disneyland opened today 25 years ago.
• 1st modern olympic game closed in athens today 112 years ago.
• johann bach's "Matthaus Passion" premiered today 279 years ago.

how many people actually remembered these events? today passed by just like any other normal day, it makes me wonder what can possibly be happening out there right now, today, that would make an impact and be remembered in the years to come? i guess to find that out we'll have to wait until tomorrow...


+listening to: wait until tomorrow by jimi hendrix

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motivation

where does it come from? how do we attain it? and more so how can a group of people attain it on a more or less equal level?


they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. you can see it, there's the definite absence of that shimmer, that glitter, the absence of that glimpse of "i want it". you can literally feel the emptiness inside, the silence speaks of great volume.

fatigue is a state of mind, so is hopelessness. and want is a powerful drug for the psyche - with enough want, there's few things that one cannot achieve. so want inevitably leads us back to motivation. fear obviously doesn't work, even the prospect of one of the biggest game of the season being just 2 days away meant so little.

i don't know what else there is to do, i'd do anything if it motivates you. come on people, i'm giving it all i've got and then some more, so why aren't you?


+listening to: war pigs by black sabbath

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almost there

something just hit me when i woke up, inspiration calling. finished the 3rd verse in under an hour!

here's what the 3 verses look like, with the same chord progressions outlined in the first verse:

___ E ____ D ___
It's a wayward journey

__ A add9 _
that has no end

__ E ____ D ______
We hitch a ride from where-

A add9 _
ever we can

__ E ______ D _
The winding road - oh

___ A add9 ___
seems endless ahead

F# m7 _____
Sanctuary for the

B add11 __
homeless man

F# m7 __
Sanctity to a

B add11 __
helpless friend

Your thumb never strays
from the northern sky
Walking: christmas, st. patrick's
dreams of pumpkin pies
The hymns that you sing for
the scorned and fallen
Sanctuary from an
ill reprise
Sanctity to a
hopeless plight

Like the Muir's and the Edwards's
the McCandless's before
You hit the road to answer
that whispering call
Death of the innocent spells
poetry of the damned
Sanctuary for the
forever lost
Sanctity to a
bygone cause

still needs a chorus, a bridge and a proper structure. and a real title! argh the rush and satisfaction of sensing something is almost complete, like putting in the last few pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, or licking up the remnants in an ice-cream bowl...


+listening to: rockin' horse by gov't mule

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paranoia is the new paranoia

the weirdest thing happened today.

so i was walking home from west mall, on this footpath underneath the MRT track. and there was this guy walking in front of me. i was just being my usual self, dragging my feet and walking lazily home.

and then all of the sudden this guy just turns around and looked at me, then swiftly turned his head back and started walking at about twice the pace he was walking at. of course i had no idea wtf spooked him. so i kinda walked a little faster too to see what the hell's going on. and he just kept turning his head back and walked even faster, like almost jogging.


i'm truly stumped as to what happened. there's nothing/no one on the path except me and the guy. so it must have been me. obviously the guy thinks my neighbourhood is a ghetto shithole where people get mugged for no good reason. plainly this is not true. geylang is a ghetto shithole, so is the sahara desert. bukit batok? i think not.

do i really look that pathetic/desperate as to want to mug somebody for some petty coins? people are so paranoid nowadays. prffttt...


+listening to: o.d. by richie kotzen & greg howe

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McDouche

i'm a McDouche: i just had dinner at mac's and i need to be shot. this is after i vowed never to eat at mcdonald's again.


well maybe the fatigue clouded my judgement, plus the power of persuasion/peer pressure in the form of jupiter and zy. stupid me. but it was fun to catch up with them and all, plus the talk of a perspective bali trip soon! can't wait.

anyways i quite enjoyed today's little run around a bit. especially when i get to be on the attacking side all the time, and with zy and jupe running with me, it was like the old times again. it's been a long time since i had a little run around with the ball. gave some speculative wild passes though, felt kinda rusty. but one decisive super wide pass led to a try, it was ultra sweet, couldn't have done the pass any better: perfect weight, perfect height, burnt 2 drifting defenders at once. i ought to pat myself on the back. even jay was jealous. but then that's kinda normal.

also had a few stabs at some little grubbers here and there, a rather screwed up impromptu call i came up with - "popiah". didn't really work so well. and my tactical kicking's gone down the drain. it was kinda all over the place with no sting. argh... but then again i don't play regularly anymore. jupe then stunned me with his brilliant little chip (just over the head) and chase, it popped up perfectly for him. looked set to be a try but too bad he got taken out right before the try line. had a few little searching runs myself, ran past a few and almost beat the fullback. damn guess i gotta go sharpen my "benji marshall" step again. it's been a while, heh.

i'm reminded of what it feels like to be alive once again. feeling kinda happy. yeah.


+listening to: chevrolet by the derek trucks band

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have you ever googled your own name?

i was just reading the "paper" (nytimes, my preferred electronic news medium, al jazeera being my other favourite). the word Googlegängers caught my eyes.

some pretty eye-opening and mentally stimulating studies have been done on such interesting human relations. i find the area of sociology fascinating: understanding how people work and relate to one another never bores me. want a real glimpse of human nature? try getting in a queue and standing in the way of someone's morning mocha latte at any good coffee spot.


anyways i've always known there are more of "me" out there. some may call my actions egotistic, others may term it narcissism. i suggest giving it a try (don't forget to enclose your name in inverted commas " " so the exact name will show up).

somehow my name became a western misnomer for what we true easterners know as angbao or hongbao or red packet (literal translation). other than all that rubbish, "I" also hold professions such as a researcher, an award winning artist, some sort of sportsman listed on a what looks like a bookie's website and a product manager at a travel website. interesting.

just some random thoughts in my head that i can't seem to get out:



peace.


+listening to: the dance of eternity by dream theater

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dinner

once again, totally random "class" outing! the NS men couldn't join us though, they're all in camp, except yx.

when i heard fish & co for dinner i almost had a seizure, i swear if i eat there one more time i will self destruct. their menu is not just monotonous, it's morbid. if you just ingest the stack of bills that you're handing them every time you patronize them, you'd probably find the bills actually taste better. not to mention their bar is a total money laundering scheme. any shot is $9.90, a bottle of bailey's cost a surprising $140. i wonder if you also get a couple of irish chicks with that bottle of bailey's, or perhaps a gold nugget? okay i shall stop ranting, it's not the first time that i've had something against them, but still i kept going back, albeit involuntarily.


everyone had the free candy floss afterwards. even though there were only 8 people, i think we ate about 14? and that's after we told the waitress one for each of us. but we just kept eating and she just kept making them. they kept the machine right after we were done, heh i can't help but think it's because of our doing.

cheers!


+listening to: i got a woman by ray charles

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