Mummy, Look At The Pretty Colours
Okay I know I have forsaken almost all structure and comprehensibility when it comes to my posts, but fuck it, me tired.
I came to a realization earlier.
Today was probably one of the worst days in recent memory. Managed only about 2 hours of sleep the night before; had to be in the wards by eight. Wards lasted all the way till one in the afternoon.
Grabbed a quick lunch, then the whole evening was a blur, going here, there, everywhere. There were errands that had to be run. Went back to college for a lecture in the evening, played a few hours of basketball, sped off home (after being turned down a visit I sorely needed).
Had dinner, and am now here in front of the MacBook, tired as hell.
Tired like you wouldn't believe.
Back to my realization, my epiphany, my clouds-parting, trumpets-blaring moment. As sad as it may sound, this blog is probably one of the best friends I have (besides you of course, BABE - and with that I mean my dermatologically-challanged bitch). It doesn't turn me down, it doesn't complain, it's patient - never asking for anything even if I don't layan. For however long.
No. I am never shutting this down. No. Even if it IS weeks between posts, I'll never leave you, beloved Chaohai. You give me solace, you give me peace when I need it most. Me love you long time.
Haha. Such bullshit, a love letter wasted on something which can't even respond. Somehow though, I find that comforting.
By the way, Larry was here over the weekend. It was an insane insane insane week, filled with loads and loads of booze and weird (albeit cool) happenings. I won't desecrate its sanctity by trying to describe it. Now he's on the bus back to KL. Much love, bitch.
Okay, enough ranting.
Pictures, then. Of the Langkawi trip.
Ahh. Beautiful, innit? Mutiara Burau Bay Resort, forget it not.
The Chaohai with Dr. Vijay. We did a lot of this.
I told you we did a lot of this. Dr. Jeffers is staring at Dr. Vijay's tits, while the Chaohai is hearting the hammock. Dr. Vijay looks blur. He's always blur, come to think of it. Ha ha.
The Chaohai on the hammock, silently bitching bout the RM7 Cokes. Dei can feed small third-world country like Singapore dei, RM7 Cokes. Madness. Ya ya cheapo chinaman. Well fuck you too.
Us looking at the monkeys, Dr. Jeffers photographing Larry who's in turn photographing us. The customary noontime Heineken. Bliss. No worries. No backstabbing sonofabitch friends watching you from behind. Hah.
The Chaohai at the wheel of our Ferrari-Iswara. Power sial. It was so powerful it kept dying at roadblocks all over Langkawi, after which it refused to start. Scary. Plus the fuel gauge was fucked beyond St. Christopher, making it impossible to estimate when to refill. Scary. Ferrari-Iswara, RM40 a day. What an experience.
Larry lying on the bed, layaning weird shite like trip-hop, dreampop, Regina Spectre's statue song, bossanova, flamenco, and more. Much more. Oh Larry. Sop stim.
Checking out. I was kinda glad to be leaving. I was starting to miss my chocolate, and also Char Koay Teow. Oh the naive Chaohai, how stupid you were. How could you have wanted to come back to this? THIS??
I really like this picture. It's very relevant, very fitting, a perfect summary of a not-so-perfect yet fantastic holiday.
I guess looking at the pictures makes my humdrum life seem even more humdrum somehow.
Was talking to Andrew (Yap - a colleague of mine) a week or so back. It turns out we're both not really enjoying what we're doing right now.
I hope it's just a phase, but it's worrying all the same. I'm not one to give up, and therein lies the problem. I won't give up, which means I'll just bitch, grit my teeth, and pull through.
Wherever shall I end up once I'm pass squeezing through the narrow, cold tube that is today, now? I don't know. That was meant to be rhetorical, bitch.
I hope it's just a phase, but it's worrying all the same.
On a side note, things with the Hongkie are.. okay. I don't know, really. I think I'm at a point where I don't let myself hope for anything no more. Which is good and also bad at the same time. The worrying thing is, I think I've fallen harder than I was ready to fall. And I don't know as of yet if she's capable of layaning my senti emo sop stim side. Plus, there's a stone in my shoe.
You were my friend before all of this started, man. If only you had told me, it'd be different. I'd have done things differently, for sure. I don't wanna say anything because what I can piece together right now is attributed to many small fragments that I've gotten from multiple sources, thus the lack of trust on their authenticity.
You were my friend before all of this started, man. If only you had said something. It's no fun finding out like this. I hate drama. Especially the unique, fluffy-pink awkwardness that inherently comes with stuff like this.
You were my friend before all this started, man. Remember the saying - bros before... blabla? And I really mean it. I'm not some patronising cunt you find on Chow Kit.
Fuck it. I need a shower. And my bed.
I came to a realization earlier.
Today was probably one of the worst days in recent memory. Managed only about 2 hours of sleep the night before; had to be in the wards by eight. Wards lasted all the way till one in the afternoon.
Grabbed a quick lunch, then the whole evening was a blur, going here, there, everywhere. There were errands that had to be run. Went back to college for a lecture in the evening, played a few hours of basketball, sped off home (after being turned down a visit I sorely needed).
Had dinner, and am now here in front of the MacBook, tired as hell.
Tired like you wouldn't believe.
Back to my realization, my epiphany, my clouds-parting, trumpets-blaring moment. As sad as it may sound, this blog is probably one of the best friends I have (besides you of course, BABE - and with that I mean my dermatologically-challanged bitch). It doesn't turn me down, it doesn't complain, it's patient - never asking for anything even if I don't layan. For however long.
No. I am never shutting this down. No. Even if it IS weeks between posts, I'll never leave you, beloved Chaohai. You give me solace, you give me peace when I need it most. Me love you long time.
Haha. Such bullshit, a love letter wasted on something which can't even respond. Somehow though, I find that comforting.
By the way, Larry was here over the weekend. It was an insane insane insane week, filled with loads and loads of booze and weird (albeit cool) happenings. I won't desecrate its sanctity by trying to describe it. Now he's on the bus back to KL. Much love, bitch.
Okay, enough ranting.
Pictures, then. Of the Langkawi trip.
Ahh. Beautiful, innit? Mutiara Burau Bay Resort, forget it not.
The Chaohai with Dr. Vijay. We did a lot of this.
I told you we did a lot of this. Dr. Jeffers is staring at Dr. Vijay's tits, while the Chaohai is hearting the hammock. Dr. Vijay looks blur. He's always blur, come to think of it. Ha ha.
The Chaohai on the hammock, silently bitching bout the RM7 Cokes. Dei can feed small third-world country like Singapore dei, RM7 Cokes. Madness. Ya ya cheapo chinaman. Well fuck you too.
Us looking at the monkeys, Dr. Jeffers photographing Larry who's in turn photographing us. The customary noontime Heineken. Bliss. No worries. No backstabbing sonofabitch friends watching you from behind. Hah.
The Chaohai at the wheel of our Ferrari-Iswara. Power sial. It was so powerful it kept dying at roadblocks all over Langkawi, after which it refused to start. Scary. Plus the fuel gauge was fucked beyond St. Christopher, making it impossible to estimate when to refill. Scary. Ferrari-Iswara, RM40 a day. What an experience.
Larry lying on the bed, layaning weird shite like trip-hop, dreampop, Regina Spectre's statue song, bossanova, flamenco, and more. Much more. Oh Larry. Sop stim.
Checking out. I was kinda glad to be leaving. I was starting to miss my chocolate, and also Char Koay Teow. Oh the naive Chaohai, how stupid you were. How could you have wanted to come back to this? THIS??
I really like this picture. It's very relevant, very fitting, a perfect summary of a not-so-perfect yet fantastic holiday.
I guess looking at the pictures makes my humdrum life seem even more humdrum somehow.
Was talking to Andrew (Yap - a colleague of mine) a week or so back. It turns out we're both not really enjoying what we're doing right now.
I hope it's just a phase, but it's worrying all the same. I'm not one to give up, and therein lies the problem. I won't give up, which means I'll just bitch, grit my teeth, and pull through.
Wherever shall I end up once I'm pass squeezing through the narrow, cold tube that is today, now? I don't know. That was meant to be rhetorical, bitch.
I hope it's just a phase, but it's worrying all the same.
On a side note, things with the Hongkie are.. okay. I don't know, really. I think I'm at a point where I don't let myself hope for anything no more. Which is good and also bad at the same time. The worrying thing is, I think I've fallen harder than I was ready to fall. And I don't know as of yet if she's capable of layaning my senti emo sop stim side. Plus, there's a stone in my shoe.
You were my friend before all of this started, man. If only you had told me, it'd be different. I'd have done things differently, for sure. I don't wanna say anything because what I can piece together right now is attributed to many small fragments that I've gotten from multiple sources, thus the lack of trust on their authenticity.
You were my friend before all of this started, man. If only you had said something. It's no fun finding out like this. I hate drama. Especially the unique, fluffy-pink awkwardness that inherently comes with stuff like this.
You were my friend before all this started, man. Remember the saying - bros before... blabla? And I really mean it. I'm not some patronising cunt you find on Chow Kit.
Fuck it. I need a shower. And my bed.
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Monday, August 21, 2006.
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