Meh..

I'm in the office, all alone. Everybody is out on their lunch break. I had an early lunch with my ITP colleagues at 11:30. It's so peaceful here. Almost silent, except for the faint air-con humming five arm-lengths away. Such a pleasant change from the hectic production section, and the thumb-numbing cabling and wiring division. I love it here.

And the sight of office milf Wendy waltzing in with her black sleeveless blouse and red T-Skirt just adds icing to an already delicious cookies and cream cake. Ahh, life is great.

Brotherly love. Weird name for a weird colleague. Five Star Tours' stint Uhh.. Stocking up for next year's Raya. EL-cheapo sweater. Just slide your hands out of the sleeves. In stores 25 April Official Bangla lounge at Ayer Rajah Industrial Estate Uhh.. Uhh.. Mmm pipe mmm Uhh.. Tampines' fabled Centaur has been sighted!! Threesome. Yum. Pentagram in Century Square. Satan's work is done.

It's been a 3 months since the last time I did intervals. I miss doing those sub 1:30mins laps and then trying to remember my timings for the laps. I remedied this by bringing a pen and a piece of paper to the track so I can write the timings down after each lap. Little did I know that my hands would be so shaky after those exhausting laps that the timings would be barely legible!

I'm going to bring my Mizunos to work on Monday and do some at SP before going home. Hope I don't faint!

I had a cigarette while I was at work today. Felt guilty. Came back and ran. hard.

Whenever I go sub 5:30/km, my calves and thighs would tighten up and ache so bad after the run. But I felt so awesome after this one. Damn, i should smoke more often.

Out in that ocean of bad and cheesy pickup lines, there lies one gem:
'Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do I have to walk by again?"

I seriously find that so damn witty.

Girls can all die and go to hell for all I fucking care. Well, no. Only the both of them i guess.

One's a person who I can barely communicate with, yet I find her so intriguing because she's got the whole writer/poet vibe that I find so alluring. The other's a 'conversationista', whom I've never met in real life, but through msn and phone, I felt like I knew her already, however stupid that may sound. She's got the whole self-praise and sarcastic humour that I find so appealing, with also a quick wit to boot. But I always find myself (playfully) insulting her every single chance I get. Yes, it seems like I've taken an 8 year old's advice on how to court girls

I (think) I've given them enough signs/hints/shit but they're just not getting it! FUCK!

Rarely in my life do I come across people who I can safely catogarize them as being legitimately 'cool'. I guess my uncle qualifies for that title.

I got a call from him at noon, asking me if I wanted to hang out with him. I actually had my whole afternoon planned out already, which was to have a 13 hour dai dee marathon at viwawa.com. But hell, it's been so long since I've met him ever since he got a job across the causeway. So I figured, why not. Met him at Bedok MRT. I got a shock. He was a few inches shorter than I am, and he had a shitload of piercing on his face. We took the train to his friend's studio in Bugis.

But I didn't know that his friend was Nick Chan, former member of my favourite local shoegaze outfit, ASTREAL! I got a funny feeling when I shook his hand. Was starstruck for about 17 seconds until my uncle asked me to sit down. I wanted to ask him a couple of questions but apparently he was too busy layering one of Force Vomit's songs, who were also there to record. After caressing/molesting/violating the Gibsons and Fenders who had the misfortune of being in the same room as me, we went downstairs to eat. In between spoonfuls of nasi goreng, he told me stories of his relationship with my grandfather, his adventures in KL and how when he was 19 years old, at the beach in East Coast, his bandmate openly pondered and asked him 'Eh, what if one day we play at Indoor Stadium ah?', to which he and the others replied chuckles and 'Nah, it's not going to happen'. But in the end, they DID play there. I guess what he was trying to tell me is that, dreams do come true.

Rack Gear and shit. Nick Chan in white shirt.
LPs, P-bass, some jazz box, one strat.
Wall of vinyl and cds
Workstation.
Went back up, saw Dong of Bad Obsession slouched on the office chair. His band was jamming there. No biggie, I see alot of him at SP. His band is a blatant copy of GnR, right down to the scarf-wrapped microphone. Nick commented that they are way too many GnR bands in Singapore today. Esam and Dino just didn't like the way they dressed. I doubt anyone can hold their laughter in after hearing their barrage of insults regarding the band's sense of fashion.

Walked to Straits Records. Hung out in the dark room behind the shop, where my uncle taught me how to print t-shirts. Smoked alot. First ever since I started running. Shit, I think I ruined my set of 'fully conditioned 50+km a week' lungs. Ouh well.

The toilet wall at Straits Records.
NIN
Room in straits records
T-shirt printing
again.
Now I present to you the stereotypical image of a 182347293 note-per-second, Singaporean guitar shredder!

I think one can learn alot from their parents, if they bothered to ask them about their life experiences. I did, and boy, was it an eye-opener.

Got a new hp line a few days back, and with it, a new handphone. K770i. Few pics below.