Saturday, March 29, 2008

Summercat

It's like being in love again.

The first few days after coming back from an overseas trip with your friends are always the worst. There's an empty void, a hole in the heart, you can't breathe, and all you think about, all you see, is the trip. For that few days, you are motionless, and the world passes by without you knowing. It continues, but you are indifferent to it. You choose to be indifferent to it, because you know that after the experience of something so sweet, so pure, so real, you are incapable of going through the monotony of a routine life anymore. Everything turns monochrome, and only your nostalgia is coloured. You don't eat. You don't drink. You sleep, dreaming of yonder days, and when you wake, it is a living nightmare because the past is the past.

Today, I came home and I realised that all I looked forward to was to be with them again.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Divine Intervention

Sometimes, all you need to do is to look at a class,
and with that one glance,
you'll know,
they've found it.

This is not your orientation. This is your disorientation.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Everybody's Here



Ivan: Hey Mel! You know what?!
Mel: Yessssss...?
Ivan: Electrico's New Single is out! It's called Everybody's Here!
Mel: Oh cool! Where can I get it?
Ivan: Oh you can download it from everybodyshere.sg! It's free!
Mel: Yay!
Ivan: And that's not all! Download now and you get a free........



Ivan: ..... ME! :D

Somewhere only we know




So, who would have thought, some 2 years later, after
the trying journey of NS,
weekly saturday meet ups,
more birthday celebrations,
annual countdown parties,
endless rounds of pyramid games,
confinements,
guard duties,
deployments,
overseas operations,
one overseas trip,
marathon clubbing sessions,
majong and texas hold em' games,
shopping trips,
chill out nights,

we would find ourselves
exactly where we were.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Get me outta here

Bye people, I'm off to KL!

I'm still reachable by handphone.

Rock on.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Thoughts of a dying Atheist

We are all part of a production line.

Sometimes, we pack. Other times, we assemble. More often than not, we slice. Rarely, we supervise.

Most of the time, we are the meat.

We are all part of a production line.