monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary
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i can't stand to fly, i'm not that naive; men weren't meant to ride, with clouds between their knees..
As promised, a proper entry at a time when i'm less coldplayedly stoned. Don't know where to start.
Ah yes, the sb3 class outing last saturday in holland. Village. During school days, it was practically impossible for a class outing to be arranged as everyone kinda had their own agenda. Also because arranging a class outing came in the form of a mass sms at 10pm which went like, 'hey anyone want to go beach tmr'. So it was pretty amazing, that considering half of sb3's studying abroad, that 15 people made it, and some of them were those that're studying abroad. Twas great catching up and crooning at k-box. I've said this before and i'll say it again. We may not be the most happening class of our time (hell i think we won the award for most unresponsive-stoned-unknown class), but well, i still think we kinda rock don't we? And we WERE united. We shared a common bond that is our immense disdain for our form teacher. We'll have another meet-up soon.
Other than that, went for budak on friday night. It's a performance by this acapella group who are so witty they can double up as stand up comedians. Plus it's a rather impromptu kind of thing so there's a 'whose line' factor in it as well. Quite fantastic. Went for supper after that at simpang bedok. Hopped over to gabriel's place last night for chips, martini and soccer.
Went through dr's 12 vcds worth of the jap drama 'long vacation'. Nice. Nostalgic la, remembered watching it back in sec school. Very typical jap kinda love story, the kind involving love parallelograms, small apartments and ramen stalls. The way those characters fall in and find love in the show ah, wow. Gives me hope and inspiration; makes me believe that anything can happen. But of course, there's always mental resistance, which comes something like this:
Heh. Love these posters. I think it's more effective, instead of looking at 'inspirational' posters and getting all affirmative, to look at these and say to yourself, "No way, this is not gonna happen to me.
Hmm feel like doing some songwriting, just for the fun of it. Not that i'm good at it or anything. My one and only attempt was a hair-raisingly horrendous masterpiece whose tune i can't remember now. I think it involved something about 'unrequited love, from paris to rome and then back to home'. Gosh. Gives me the creeps just thinking about it. That was like 5 years ago, and the less known about it the better.
Don't know if any of you do, but I have a personal chill out spot. It's at the top of a god forsaken multistorey carpark between bedok and tanah merah mrt station. No one goes there. Ok maybe in the middle of the night you may find people snorting cocaine or making out or flinging their baby off the roof(hey, it happened recently in another part of singapore, it can happen here). The view isn't fantastic, although it overlooks the mrt track so you can do some trainspotting. But they pretty much all look the same. Planes fly by pretty intermittently as well. Not the most happening of places, but well, it works for me.
Read the reports on hurricane katrina's devastation. To anyone chancing upon this page who're affected in one way or another, my deepest sympathies. Saw a picture of what's left of new orleans and all it's jazz lounges which i really want to visit sometime. Now i guess that's another dream struck out. Sigh.
90% of my camp's on 1 month overseas exercise. So can afford to relax a little during this period of time. Just wake me up when september ends. Gotta run now.
Cause you can't jump the track,
we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe
Breathe - Anna Nalick
11:22 a.m. - 2005-09-04
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