urgh.

i just got back from Bali. no don't worry we're all alive and alright not affected by the horrendous tsunami. was awoken from my deep slumber on monday morning by my hysterical mother who thought i had just died or something like that, words like "don't worry mum i'm fine" did litte to alleviate the situation. later on i got many sms-es from them saying DON'T GO NEAR THE BEACH. TSUNAMI'S NOT OVER. DON'T GO SURFING. geez. fact is i'm 18, had no idea about the tsunami whatsoever, and if i was -ahem- i wouldn't have picked up the phone. besides, for the tsunami to reach bali it has to pass through ocean, which it can't cause it gets stopped by Sumatra.
mr michael head pe was looking for us too, even called sherman to get us, cause another hysterical parent couldn't reach his/her son.

i only just realized the severity and extent of the damage, and how lucky i am to be alive. i was thinking of going to Phuket, if i was there -gulp- .sigh. think i'll find stuff to donate tomorrow. for those of u who're religious say prayers alright? pray for strength and courage of the people to survive these testing times.

bali wasn't fantastic - wrong season, wrong part of the island and plenty of cheats "konichiwa-ing" us, trying to sell us things at exorbidant prices. but i did do a great amount of shopping.

Shopping List:
1) Original Versace Shades
2) Original Quicksilver singlet
3) Jim Bean/Bintang Bir singlets
4) Osama don't surf/Fuck Terrorist T shirts
5) obscene amounts of DVDs

i know what i want, what i need, what i can't have and what i don't want.its no point going out there to find it, it'll come to you, just lead your life the way you think is right, float around till it finds you; till THE swell comes and you ride it all the way to shore.

terence said we would get bored of bali and that we shouldn't extend. well all i got to say is one gets bored easily when the mana runs dry and the sun doesn't shine. besides its not that we could extend our stay by much longer. one more day wouldn't help much. i gotta learn to really surf man and that's going to take a hell lot of time. next time i go over there it'll be for 2 weeks at least; it'll be in the dry season; i'll take lessons. now that'll really rip.just dreaming of it.

many mistakes made, and many lessons learned. there'll definitely be many more next times for Bali. and yeah, no more Garuda airlines, transits in Jakarta, tour guides out to cheat us; only SQ direct, plenty of research, a rented bike, the sun, the surf and the sand.

Christmas / RI dicks & Chinese High Cortez (nfi how to spell it)

while the Pope was ushering in christmas with mass at the Vatican, we were sinfully indulging in litres upon litres of alcohol at panghao's house. sherman, panghao, chethan, benedict, nikhil, desmond, jasmit, ravin, gabriel, glenn n i were all gathered there to share the joy with a bottle of Gold Label scotch, a bottle of Baccardi Rum & a bottle of absolut vanilla.

and share the joy amongst ourselves we did drinking ourselves silly and doing a hell lot of stupid things, mumbling incoherent stuff. was spouting absolute nonsense the whole morning. i kicked chethan n gave him a cut, did push-ups for no fucking reason, lay there moaning in pain towards the end, delivered the Jessica Simpson ( raw vs smackdown ) finishing move on Glenn - one hard tight slap that failed to knock him sober, the last thing of the night i remember was bullshiting with ravin and gabriel as we all lay on panghao's living room floor knocked out and tired.

one of the funnier parts - (grabbing his crotch with glenn by his side) glenn is a scrotum. the scrotum and i - we are one. hahahaha and the dude ( wasn't glenn ) knocked out immediately after that.

no regrets about the party. but plenty of regrets about christmas. firstly there's no snow, god was never with us - thankfully for Him, i never got anyone presents even though i wanted to, i never did finish writing my christmas cards - and they're at gabriel's house with e rest of my luggage. with my head spinning in circles and my stomach in agonizing pain, i really didn't know if i should laugh and be thankful for the good friends with me, or cry because... well there're too many things to cry about so better not start. haha. men don't cry i guess, they drink whiskey. a toast to RI dicks and Chinese high cortez.

i've a pretty good idea of what my new year resolutions will be for next year. but for now - all those who matter to me, you know who you are, just want to say i love you guys and thanks for all the times we've had. merry christmas.next year i'll buy everyone nice presents cause i would have sorted out my finances by then.

all my bags are packed, i'm ready to go... take me down to the paradise city where the waves are huge and the girls are pretty. Kuta beckons in a couple of hours.

ok. now how did i end up here.

sitting at macdonald's @ the airport having hotcakes and drinking milo while blogging was never something i planned when i stepped out of the house at 6pm yesterday.

zouk was fun but its the same singapore story all over again. this place is so damn small that there really ain't much choice of where to go so you end up squeezing with the crowds all over again. -sian- man. still... it was good to see familiar faces though Mambo Night can seriously suck at times when they play ah-beng techno anthems. sorry, not a big fan.but it can also be real fun, there's always a first time for everything.

went to ravin's house after that to play PS2 at like 4am. crazy la. i didn't sleep the whole night, seriously living in the wrong time zone. -poof- now i find myself at the airport, half-dead, reeking of zouk's marlboro, with alcohol coursing through my blood, enjoying breakfast and surfing the net.

Fusion

3 indians, 3 chinese and 1 ang moh in a cosy back packer's pub located in the heart of little india; listening to tunes played by a funky bunch of hippy back packers; sipping pints of Fosters and Newcastle ale - if that ain't a cosmopolitan fusion of cultures what is?

life has never been this dumb ever.

i must never ever play LAN within the next few weeks before i enter the military. what a retarded way of spending my last days as a civillian. tzemeng, kenneth, jonny, benedict, donald, zhonghan, zac, and anyone else who has asked me to lan before, here's a very big fuck you and no thank you. enough is enough.we're way past over kill. we should all sit at home and watch gay movies instead, such as the recommended: Runaway Bride ( jeremy ) Message in a bottle ( tzemeng ) and Serendipity ( yours truly ). NO MORE LAN.

apart from our sad bunch of guys that constantly invade and inhabit the shady underground known as Paradiz centre, others are either in Spain having fiesta in the Santiago Bernabau, Madrid or thronging the streets of places such as Seoul, NYC, and the like. anywhere but SINGAPORE. i'm fucking bored of this place.....

the only escape I have is through reading and dvds. TIME Magazine, movies, novels, anything... they remind me that there's a world out there filled with many wonders waiting for me to explore. before i go to university i'm going to Eastern Europe to see Prague, Vienna and Warsaw that'll make up for this holiday. -sigh- such a far way off.

get me into Tekong so i can get out earlier and leave for the bright lights of faraway places! -shrug- but don't we still live under the same beautiful starry night sky? if so why does the night sky here feel so drained of feeling and ambience?

serendipity? no. catastrophe

nikhil, i knew something was amiss when i handed you those 5 dvds. i love so many of those shows in the stack. Ocean's 11 - my all time favourite movie. Serendipity ranks with 13 going on 30 as the best romance comedies ever. and of course there's Once Upon a Time in Mexico - the best action movie - period. now at 1am, i am in need of DVDs and am left with nothing but......WHITE CHICK.too corny and horny for a 3rd time watch. i've got to admit girls with a british accent are really hot, especially if they look like or are Kate Beckinsale or Keira Knightley. -sigh- can i meet one in Bali please?

on another note, i realize New York is the focus of my American dream. the romance of a New York Christmas, high paying corporate job on Wall Street, yes. keep dreaming senor. i just wonder what New York is like in the winter, spring and autumn. i've been there in the summer and i loved that urban monstrocity also known as Manhatten. told my parents today that i won't want to come back here once i leave. i know i'll be an ambitious workaholic who'll need a city that doesn't sleep... how does Hong Kong, Shanghai or the Big Apple sound? heavenly until i get stressed out and bored. till then...-reality check- now just how to get there....sitting on my sorry fat ass waiting for Georgetown's mail to arrive in me letterbox. hoping....

PS: i promise i'll be a good student once i go to university. i'll be able to speak 4 languages fluently and do all my homework all the time!!! pls??????????????????? hahaha.

Packing...

i threw away all the academic coursework. i was never a good student. the photographs of friends, teammates and classmates, letters, and my scrum cap, with Psalms 60:12 written on it, are all locked up in some drawer, not to be touched by anyone but myself. memories both happy and sad, all so painful for the fact that they can never be re-lived after they've passed you by. maybe one day i'll smile when i open that drawer, maybe i'll cry, but rest assured everything will be fresh in my mind, like it just happened yesterday. we all wish the good times would never end, but the truth is they'll always be within us for better or for worse.

boys in a couple of weeks time we'll be soldiers. boring people who use extensive vulgarities, speak in weird military lingo and acronyms, all without hair. for the good times and the bad, many more still lay along the road ahead.

no one to blame but yourself

excuses. excuses. excuses. you've become weak. the Gods reward neither the weak nor the cowardly, only the bold and the strong of which you are neither. once you held your head up high and claimed, " I AM KING." these days you put your face in your hands and sob, out of favour with Ares and Apollo. to claim thy birthright, ye have become unworthy. You Came, You Saw and You cried. shame on you.

day dreaming from watching too many DVDs

been watching DVDs...Italian Job and Ocean's 11 just reminds me of everything that i had before but is so distant now. pulling off a job needs a team, each individual with his or her special qualities - demolitions, technology, vault opening... everyone's so different but they work together like clockwork and walk off with millions of dollars... seems familiar? its kinda like when we walked off with that trophy and left them crying. yeah i'm such a heartless competitive bastard entirely lacking in sportsmanship but i don't give a flying f*ck. if i had the ability i wouldn't mind living that dream again.. i also wouldn't mind being like those characters from the movies... Brad Pitt was just so suave and damnit they're such good liars... there's nothing wrong with stealing from the obscenely rich without killing anybody in my opinion. maybe i should have stuck to science. could have been doing chem. then i could be a demolition's expert... use diolacton to make C4. ah quit dreaming._|_ maybe i should practise my lying skills? hmmmz...worth considering?

the familia

best and most meaningful photo from my prom night album.

glitter...glamour.... PARTY......

suntec city convention centre wasn't that bad after all, just a street away from the Conrad or Pan Pacific where everyone's staying. it was fun going from table to table looking for people to take photos with, camera batteries died a couple of times, thankfully someone from the class brought extra.

post prom totally rocks too. didn't think we could have gotten a decent place to party but Mohamed Sultan provided an ideal solution. totally wild night~ some new first timers but on the whole it was a roaring party!! bali dudes the soft sand dunes and Australian babes of Kuta will be at least as good as last night!

when people get high, comic relief is also prevalent...
tzemeng was knocked out and raving mad...justin lau danced in the toilet for a while...benedict fell down on the dance floor... johnny and gn danced with a *** girl!!!... dom goes around punching people... johnny was owned!!! bought drinks for girls even though it was ladies night. best thing about it... he doesn't even know who he bought the drinks for!!!!!

quote of the day, " it wasn't me pole dancing! fuck la!" - sherman... guess what... eye witnesses like myself have confirmed it... IT WAS HIM....

anyway a big holler out to lynette who's clubbin in australia instead of MS! prom was fun! and here're the pictures we promised... think cheech and tim have more tho.

time to lose it

just read alex's blog. and its time i realized the error of my ways and go out to party!!!!!!!!!! conditions do apply. no fuckin techno or trance. talked to diyan over e phone yesterday and i had to give a lame excuse of "no mood" for not going to china black. only one month left. think i'll party in singapore once or twice...then its off to Phuket and Bali - the party havens of Patong and Kuta beckon.

3 years ago my mum told me to leave for Canada. now that i've got that gold medal sitting in the cabinet and had to go through the hell of A lvls i seriously wonder why i didn't take up her offer to be an overseas kid. gotta make sure my sister doesn't make the same mistake... its cool to be an overseas kid.

but now it don't matter no more. hang lose and let lose. let chaos reign.

Holly Golightly - travelling

the light drops of drizzle did little to ease the envy in the air. the usual words, "take care" "bon voyage" "don't spend too much money!" were spoken for the mere courtesy of it. miss golightly, picked up her bag, flagged the first cab and disappeared into the dusk. where is she going? no one knows for sure. Rio? Bueno Aires? she could be anywhere. when is she coming back? no one will ever know till she does.