Tuesday, November 23, 2004

the cold

ok - this cold has just gotten worse over the last few days, and i am finding it really hard. so there goes - i surrender. i'm going to bed. this must be one of the earliest i've gone to bed for a really really long time.

i've got a cold.

Monday, November 22, 2004

this evening

had a nice chat with A at bo's about CC. i know i've said this before, but its great when you find someone who has the same passion (god, i so hate this word - occupational hazard) as you have for a band/songwriter - namely Adam Duritz. so i let A listen to the 12 minute live version of Round Here which i found this afternoon (and immediately put onto my ipod), and - no need to say - must put it on a CD for him. in any case, that's pretty fucking cool. (poor his wife P who was tired and had to wait for us to finish our conversation about Counting Crows!) he said he's really going to miss talking to me about CC when we move to Amsterdam.

and i also played an absolutely fantastic game of pool (just one though). P broke, and put one ball down, then nothing. So it was my turn, and basically, i put all the 7 balls down and the black. All in one cue. And i think it was all because Mrs. Potter's Lullaby happened to be on, and i was done before the song ended. it was cucumber cool. and P was really nice to say that that is how i normally play. (i was playing a game with her before and really sucked!)

So all in all, i had a really nice evening, with a swim as well (with R). now back to bloody work (PW Shit). plus fucking retreat tomorrow which i didn't manage to get out of.

angels of the silences single

i found it i found it!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!YAY!YAY!YAY!!!!!!

playing piano

went to R's place last night. we listened to Bach, Vivaldi and some other stuff. it was a really nice way to spend an evening, listening to music and talking about it. also borrowed some CD's and played on her piano. i think its time to save up and get myself keyboards (in Amsterdam). its a good way of spending time and i must admit i kinda missed playing the piano.

Saturday, November 20, 2004


so i was told tonight that me rejecting a namecard from someone is rude. and all i thought was that i was sending out the right message, that "i'm not interested *at all*". well, there's being nice, and being NICE. if someone pisses you off by saying stupid things, then i don't see anything wrong in indicating in *some* way that they're being stupid. yes, i could have accepted the namecard, then thrown it away. but what does it take to make someone realise that he is being a wanker and that you don't give a fuck about him??

and then have someone come back and tell you a couple of days later that you were being rude?

i don't get it. i just don't. i'm not interested, and i don't need idiots talking shit to me.

the bet

i lost a bet last night. it was really arbitrary actually. the bet was on which China team would win the badminton game that was on the telly, and it wasn't even a live match. and i didn't really get to choose the team. there was the "yellow" team, and the "pink" team. i ended up with the "pink" team which lost, and i'm supposed to have lost my ipod. i guess that gives me good reason to get the new 40G one. :-)

its funny because i don't remember *why* we actually wanted to bet on something on the telly.

"hey i can bleed as well as anyone but i need someone to help me sleep" - CC Mrs Potter's Lullaby

Friday, November 19, 2004


i can still feel it today, the pain in my biceps and shoulders. PT is tough. its funny because when i was at the gym doing the weights, i didn't really feel that it was tough. the first session was definitely much much harder. this time round i was hardly sweaty, but even 2 days later, i can't straighten out my left hand without feeling the ache. maybe the swim last night aggravated it. so it is just as well that it got postponed from tomorrow to Sunday...

on a different note, last night, i was told *again* that i *used* to be good at pool. fucking hell. why do people have to say these things to make me play them? i think i kind of lost interest in pool when my pool buddy left. no motivation to play well.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

black black bat of death

so after much deliberation, persuasion, hesitation and squirming, i got rid of the dead bat. down the chute. i am still traumatised. i can still see its claws, etc. yuicks.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

the dead "sparrow"

it was actually a bat. belle is in the kitchen and she has the carcass in her mouth and thinks its her new toy. i can't get her to drop it, but more importantly, i don't want to touch it!!!!!!! HELP!!!!!

Tuesday, November 16, 2004


... in the house.

so what could i have done?? i watched it for 5 minutes, trying to avoid it whilst it was circling in our house. i wanted to help it, but i didn't know how to. and the dogs were barking at it like crazy, trying to get a piece of it...

i think it is resting on the thing near the top of our apartment. i don't know - i hope its not there because i don't want to have it in the house when i'm at work tomorrow with all the windows closed.

Monday, November 15, 2004

what i did yesterday #2

retail therapy all day. ate junk, bought clothes and a *green* PF watch. (odd buy cos i don't wear a watch. but i couldn't help it. it's green! and it'll go with my ipod mini +green shoes :-) )

then we dropped by bo's for a couple of drinks and nice chat before proceeding to the jazz bar. had to pay $20 each to get in which we already knew about from the drummer. stupid door guy said to me "do you _realise_ that there is a performance here tonight?" dickhead. so i gave him grief *all* night.

anyway, the music was nothing special so we left after like an hour. (2 slow long painful drinks of vodka cranberry - yucks. how can anywhere not have coke light??) the energy just wasn't there, the musicians (besides the "star" performer - dale barlow) were all tensed as hell. the "star" performer was technically good, but he is so fucking full of himself. stopping the musicians after they've started, getting them to start again repeatedly, etc. after the set we were there for, the pianist announced "buy his cd's, ,etc etc $25 to take him home" i just couldn't resist it so i said "that's cheap, $25 to take him home" and the evil one gave me a real real dirty look. as if i care. i felt bad for the pianist so i apologised to her for saying that whilst she was standing beside the evil one. it was funny that the boss said that we were lucky to catch him as it was his last night (that being the fourth). i said to him - "oh, maybe that's why they're really tired". anyway, B joined us at Bo's after his last set and was sorry that we had to pay to get in. he was really quite apologetic and kept saying that we must go back there. i felt really bad for him for what happened but he insisted that it was a good learning experience. i told him - yah, but it didn't have to be from a nasty arsehole. and then he gave me a CD which one of my s had lent me before. (the lead singer/guitarist - don't know which - was my s's t). so that was how the night ended.

(oh - and J was nasty to me. fucking self-righteous barstaff giving me attitude. he's been wiped off my list of people who exist.)

my fucked up finger looks extra funny today - its red and painful.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

untitled #8

its funny, this thing about missing people.

it happens before they go, and because you already know it, you get into a mood.

and then when they're gone, you get into another mood.

and then when its for long enough, you can't feel anything. and you think to yourself, "what do you feel?"


Friday, November 12, 2004

untitled #7

dark clouds everywhere

untitled #6

it's been raining endlessly - rain puts me in a mood.

N's going off to A tomorrow again, leaving me with Food + Beverage, my guitar + CC music.

i wonder how it will turn out.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

dinner tonight

as usual, this place doesn't disappoint. they had a couple of new things on the menu, so i ordered the salmon sashimi for the starter. it was really really good. even people who don't eat seafood should try it. also, didn't have too much to drink today, which is good. i guess that's mainly because i feel really tired, my chest feels really tight, and maybe because i got way too pissed last night.

maybe i won't go swimming tomorrow because the swim yesterday killed me. (oh - actually later today as its past midnight)

sleep sounds really good now.

what i did yesterday

work late lunchtime swim drizzle as i was getting to the pool heavier raindrops nice effect from under water 2 laps thunder rain

watched clean ok but think maggie cheung cant sing

walked around bought stuff for N marche eat eat eat

dissatisfaction about earlier rain so went back to pool night really really tough swim no energy + tired wet swimming costume wet towel idiot guys trying to show off to impress wimpy half pool IM trying hopelessly to crash into me whilst moron friend jumps into pool to stop him creating a huge splash right in front of me as if i couldnt see that idiot was swimming across me

exhausted went to bo's G who used to work there was there w his gf he was pretty drunk but still managed to pot the black on the break first game me spent vanilla vodka J's fault

"i was wasted in the afternoon, waiting on a train
i woke up in pieces and Elisabeth had disappeared again
i wish you were inside of me i hope that you're ok
i hope you're resting quietly i just wanted to say..."

- CC Goodnight Elisabeth

Monday, November 08, 2004

fucking furious

some men are arseholes.

unfortunately, in the last week, i seem to have met all of the some of such waste-of-space things (including like just 10 fucking minutes ago). They are completely clueless, and are so small-minded that you could fit their brains (collectively) through the eye of a needle. The worse thing is that when they offend you intentionally, they think it is funny. They do not care that they are trying to have fun at your expense, and they can't hear the crap coming out of their mouths. (either that or they are so thick-skinned that they don't care that it is embarrassing them.) and if i cared just a little bit more, i would have kicked their nuts into the flaming depths of hell.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

radio songs

funny enough, the music on the radio has been more than satisfactory so far. i can do this - stay in, and enjoy the music that i haven't yet put on my ipod.

also, i bought a Van Morrison CD today. don't ask why.

Friday, November 05, 2004

yet another CC post

adam duritz is a really good song writer - its funny, because today, as i was looking through the CD sleeve of Recovering the Satellites, i saw a photograph of AFD and noticed that he was wearing an REM t-shirt. i know i must have known that like 8 years back, but still, it was a bit weird seeing that.

its amazing when you meet someone who feels as much about CC music as you do, and its yet stranger when they quote from them. i guess that in this fine country that some of us live in, CC isn't that popular, and so bar staff wearing uniforms that say on the back "round here, we all look the same" must really appear obscure to some of the customers.

this brings me back to the time at the Raffles canteen, us listening to the 12 min-long live version of Round Here. fucking amazing. (sadly, i've managed to lose the 2 copies of that AoTS single that i've got.) Do the 2 other people who might read my blog still remember that? :-)

"and the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings" - Mrs Potter's Lullaby

Thursday, November 04, 2004

New Swim Record + CC song

23 minutes - breast-stroke, 20 laps.

(lyrics of CC song - kind of inspired by Dan posting song lyrics on his blog.)

A Murder of One

Blue morning Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Doesn't have to mean you're on your own

You can look outside your window
He doesn't have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow

All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream

Are you happy where you're sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you're sorry?
Does he tell you when you're wrong?

I've been watching you for hours
It's been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I've been wondering where we've gone

All your life is such a shame shame shame
All your love is just a dream dream dream

I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there
counting crows

One for sorrow Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver Six for gold and
seven for a secret never to be told

There's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you'd let me in

All your life is such a shame shame shame
All your love is just a dream dream dream

Open up your eyes
You can see the flames flames flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don't want to waste your life baby

I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change

Wednesday, November 03, 2004


(maybe T can help, seeing that he has perhaps managed to bruise someone recently)

what would you do if someone (much bigger size) pokes you in your ribs *on each side* and you are clearly pissed off? (note - there were no tripods nor mono-pods around. just an ipod that had to be closely guarded and protected.)

untitled #5

these couple of weeks at work has just not been fun at all. (well, except for putting the P back in her box that is.) rushing too much plus fucking arseholes giving me grief, drunks inviting trouble. and god - the boredom of being locked up in fucking LT's all day, listening endlessly to OP's that have got even more sleep-inducing effects than TCS 5.

unfortunately i have not figured a way to do the whole OP thing with my ipod on so ... i need my sanity back.