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Sunday, April 09, 2006
Lawrence and I came to an agreement the other day that the best thing any single person could wish to be would be an amoeba. Strictly asexual, it leaves alot of time and energy for one to indulge in excessive ammounts of me-time without feeling lonely. Afterall, you would be biologically programmed to love nooone but yourself. Furthermore, should you ever feel lonely (or horny for that matter), all your amoeba self would need to indulge in would be simple binary fission and trala! You got two you's! No wasting of time and energy looking for mister right, or crying over spilt milk or the need for reciprocity... Throw that all away and be an amoeba I say. Or one of those scary sea creatures in Ice Age 2. I take dibs on the purple one.
The weekend was great. I can't remember what I did on Friday. Oh yes, went down to Zouk for a really mellow night and a couple of drinks. Did some socialising which always makes me happy. Nigel and Han were missing but met up with David and Jono. Fake was trying to get this girl jealous (or turned off), and thought the best way to do so was to act extra intimate with me. *Rolls eyes*.I doubt it really works if he kisses me on the cheek before proceeding to burn me with his cig by accident and vice versa.
Saturday was mindblowing. I might be exaggerating a little bit, but it was awesome fun anyway. Headed up to the Liquid Room for the first time with Mel,Anna,Melvin,Seb,Anne,Anna's friend whom I can't remember the name of (oh yes, Charmaine..or smth) and got free shots from the manager. C got really drunk half way and like a reed in the wind her skeletal frame was crushed by the enthusiastic crowd of army boys around us. As expected, it was over a guy *sigh*, so I just told her to forget it. But as I have learnt from experience, it's easier said than done but it will be for the better. I guess. Boys, they're nothing but trouble.
So there was alot of martell sloshing, shots popping, sloppy chugging with the army lads. I reckoned it'd be wicked to get them pissed so as Janesh was getting my baby Jon to down martell straight from the bottle I chimed in 'Chug! Chug! Chug!', which inevitably led to them turning their attentions on me. Janesh looked at me and said,' wow,you're so smart to talk ah...' before holding my head and making me down some martell. Needless to say I just sipped a little before the rest of the boys told him to leave me alone. It was totally wicked.
At about 2 am I was called to save lives (i.e the lives the of Lawrence and brit friend Pixel or Pikel ..whatever). Fighting my sleep and throbbing feet he was aching to dance so Rey accompanied me to Indochine with those hyper kids. It was so nice of him :) Whatever is happening now just seems like one big wave of deja vu all over again. The random conversations, the monotonous texts and the general feeling of reptition is concealed by my conviction that this is a new start. *bull*. I can name a string of people who have walked with me through this familiar path before.Anyway, I don't want to think too much about it. As proven by the past, thinking too much doesn't get anyone anywhere or anything. Thinking begins descend into dwelling before the gradual slip into self-pity and finally, paranoia.
Live for the moment. Live like you'll live forever. Stupid naive notions that belong to a brighter past. The neversaydie motto was ours as we repeated them like mantras in our sleep. I still believe in that, perhaps it is now laced with a certain knowingess and sense of inevitability, but anyway, step by step honey. Step by step.
The weekend was great. I can't remember what I did on Friday. Oh yes, went down to Zouk for a really mellow night and a couple of drinks. Did some socialising which always makes me happy. Nigel and Han were missing but met up with David and Jono. Fake was trying to get this girl jealous (or turned off), and thought the best way to do so was to act extra intimate with me. *Rolls eyes*.I doubt it really works if he kisses me on the cheek before proceeding to burn me with his cig by accident and vice versa.
Saturday was mindblowing. I might be exaggerating a little bit, but it was awesome fun anyway. Headed up to the Liquid Room for the first time with Mel,Anna,Melvin,Seb,Anne,Anna's friend whom I can't remember the name of (oh yes, Charmaine..or smth) and got free shots from the manager. C got really drunk half way and like a reed in the wind her skeletal frame was crushed by the enthusiastic crowd of army boys around us. As expected, it was over a guy *sigh*, so I just told her to forget it. But as I have learnt from experience, it's easier said than done but it will be for the better. I guess. Boys, they're nothing but trouble.
So there was alot of martell sloshing, shots popping, sloppy chugging with the army lads. I reckoned it'd be wicked to get them pissed so as Janesh was getting my baby Jon to down martell straight from the bottle I chimed in 'Chug! Chug! Chug!', which inevitably led to them turning their attentions on me. Janesh looked at me and said,' wow,you're so smart to talk ah...' before holding my head and making me down some martell. Needless to say I just sipped a little before the rest of the boys told him to leave me alone. It was totally wicked.
At about 2 am I was called to save lives (i.e the lives the of Lawrence and brit friend Pixel or Pikel ..whatever). Fighting my sleep and throbbing feet he was aching to dance so Rey accompanied me to Indochine with those hyper kids. It was so nice of him :) Whatever is happening now just seems like one big wave of deja vu all over again. The random conversations, the monotonous texts and the general feeling of reptition is concealed by my conviction that this is a new start. *bull*. I can name a string of people who have walked with me through this familiar path before.Anyway, I don't want to think too much about it. As proven by the past, thinking too much doesn't get anyone anywhere or anything. Thinking begins descend into dwelling before the gradual slip into self-pity and finally, paranoia.
Live for the moment. Live like you'll live forever. Stupid naive notions that belong to a brighter past. The neversaydie motto was ours as we repeated them like mantras in our sleep. I still believe in that, perhaps it is now laced with a certain knowingess and sense of inevitability, but anyway, step by step honey. Step by step.
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