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Class Gathering – part 2

July 30, 2007 Leave a comment
 
Have accepted an invite (it was a mass sms) to go for a class gathering on Thursday.
I’m insanely curious to see how they’ve turned out and if they fit into my preconceptions. Also, I want to see why we’re brought together now; 10 years after we went our separate ways.

Of course, only 4 people might turn up. The rest of them are busy / live in thai-time / have disappeared off the face of the Earth.
But it’s a chance I’ll take.

Categories: Observations

Past girlfriends – blurb

July 29, 2007 3 comments
 
Had 5 girlfriends. Did many stupid things with / to them. I always wondered what to do when / if I met them on the street. Would I walk past them with my nose up in the air? Would I put on a false front and act happy?
 
Fuck. Are those my only two options?
 
All my break-ups have been angry ones. Guess I only have one real choice.
Categories: Love or lust

Fuckbuddy down

July 29, 2007 4 comments
 
I’m all backed up. Making me edgy. So how?
Categories: Love or lust

On Travel writing

July 29, 2007 Leave a comment
 
Was out reviewing gay bars on Friday night – hopped from place to place (6 in all; including EM Studio) before ending up at Butter Factory for fun. It would have been another night of work except that I was with friends and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends.
 
It was actually quite fun. Met a whole bunch of people and saw the rainbow flag-wavers of Singapore. Even ran into an old friend of mine – Jaya. And those friends and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends are crazy party people!
 
I hate to tell people that I’m a travel writer. During the early months (all 2 of them), it was gratifying to see people go, "Oooo! You have the most fun job in the world!". It works wonders on my ego.
 
"So how do you review a place?"
 
"I spend about 15 minutes in a place. Talk to the manager. Grab as much information as I can. Then run off to another place."
 
"You should spend a night in the club to feel the vibe! The crowd comes on at different times of the night."
 
Right.
 
So how am I supposed to meet my deadline?
 
Categories: Uncategorized

Singaporeans and Parking

July 29, 2007 Leave a comment
 
Cars parked by the kerb irritate the heck out of me.
I don’t mean cars in proper parking slots.
I refer to cars waiting by the side of the road; oblivious motherfuckers who slow traffic (and my life) to a crawl.
 
Two examples:
1. A coca-cola container truck stopped on the highway. It took up one lane out of two available lanes. Was the driver dying from some unknown condition? Did his treatment involve blocking up the highway?
It turned out that he was waiting for two others. They came running; sandals and shirts flapping. One of them grinned sheepishly in our general direction – go and die – before hopping into the cab.
 
2. Luck Plaza on a weekday night. There’s always some asshole unloading goods, waiting for their girlfriends / boyfriends / family / friends / god-knows-what. Once, I saw an empty car with flashing hazard lights. Must be some kind of new installation piece where the objective is to hypnotise traffic behind him.
 
Some day, I’ll drive around in a BIG-FOOT monster truck and crush them like a cockroach.
Categories: Observations

Class Gatherings

July 28, 2007 Leave a comment
 
Recently, I’ve been getting sms-es from two groups of ex-school mates to meet up.
I’m not going to meet them.
For the first group, his organisation skills suck and there’s no follow-up on his part. I burnt that bridge by sending him an under-stated sms (see below).
For the second group, I can’t make it. Thinking about it now, I don’t want to either.
I was quite disturbed. The whole thing felt icky.
 
I could never understand why old long-missing friends want to ‘touch base’ / ‘get together’ / ‘have a gathering’. There’s this niggling sensation that they’re trying to relive old memories; Memories which don’t face up well to reality. 
 
Also, I cannot shake off the feeling that they something from me.
 
Insurance agents obviously fall into this category.
 
They’re not interested in your well-being. I’m not referring to friends whom you’ve had constant contact. It’s the ones whom you’ve never seen for aeons and they suddenly call you up to ‘catch up’. If that happens, I’d advise you to get a damn fine lunch out of them. En Dining Bar is a good place to suck them dry.
 
They might also want to ‘share their joy’ with me. Ugh. How horrible.
 
Ex-JC classmate:
"It’s been a decade since we’ve last met! Are you free next weekend?"
 
"No. I’ll be Tanglin Village. Come by if you wish."
 
ex-JC classmate never responded.
 
This week, I got another sms from him.
"Hi. It’s me again. Please tell me when are you free next week?"
 
"Most days. Just let me know in advance."
 
No reply for another 2 days.
 
I smsed him, "So how? Or do I have to chase for a resolution each time?"
 
"If you want, then you organise."
 
"Not interested."
subtext: ‘I’m not interested in organising this fuck-all gathering for fuckers who will suddenly be busy. I’m not interested in meeting y’all.’
 
I regret not being clearer in my rejoiner. No doubt, he’s removed my number from his handphone (if he still has it, then what’s wrong with him?).
Categories: Observations

Daft Punk – Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

July 28, 2007 Leave a comment
Wanted to wax lyrical about Daft Punk and got stuck for the longest time.
Then I realised two things:
1. I knew nothing about them
2. Didn’t care too much for them either.
 
Go read up about Daft Punk and their eccentricities on Wikipedia (see Sources). I don’t have to repeat a well written report here.
 
Now blog what? How about the song?
‘Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger’ is a playful compliation of synthesized voices, cymbals, bleeps and computers complaining of overwork.
Innovative, guaranteed aural adrenaline rush to get you leaping over buildings in a single bound and…
 
Goddamn it.

I can’t just get Kazumi’s chest popping antics out of my head. Boing Boing Boing Boing. Just like a pair of melons bounced on an elastic band. And that French maid / school girl / ballerina outfit that she’s wearing… Rowr, *claws at air*, *bares caffeine-stained teeth*.

 
Rowr…
 

Japan Girls Animation Battle

Daft Punk – MV from Interstella 5555: The 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem

Categories: Music
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