Friday, December 29, 2006
2 days to a new year. i'm still the old bitter me. who cares for life and its beauty when the more you look at the sky, the deeper you're sinking in your own shyt. look straight, earn your living, and thats what life really is. its all material. without that material, you are at the side of the road, living on a cardboard box, then you can have all the time you want looking at that sky, and it won't be that pretty anymore.
so my resolution for 2007, no emotional barriers. its all about the material.
fuck 06, lets not get fucked by 07.
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erdi. last confessed at 12:35 AM
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memories of christmas...
blackjack with the adults. i remember storing my winning coins in a pink pencil box. we passed around a toy gun which had a balloon fixed to it. the more u click on the trigger, the closer the needle gets to the balloon. we passed it around and placed it next to our ear and i cant remember who was the unlucky one, but it seemed to me, the adults had more fun than i did.
then again, everyday was like christmas back then. my cousins and i had a massive collection of polly pockets. we made sure the tiny dolls were standing upright before we closed the little box. nowadays the kids just swallow them. sad.
i remember aunt lela's neighbours. the 2 white boys we taught how to play 5 stones to. kim's mom gave us a disney watch. the best thing about that christmas gathering was probably the delicious egg nog. kim and his brother started hitting each other during an argument over whose turn it was after they mastered the basic techniques of that little 5 stones game, and that was the end of the party.
yy and i got stuck in traffic last night for about an hour plus. we listened to his cd and laughed to a song that we heard while watching an old flick, Twins, in cameron highlands, starring arnold and (whats the name of that short bald guy who played his twin). it went something like this...
pick up the paper and the trash
you aint got no spending cash
yakkety yak!!!
that was my christmas 06.
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Monday, December 25, 2006
memories of christmas...
blackjack with the adults. i remember storing my winning coins in a pink pencil box. we passed around a toy gun which had a balloon fixed to it. the more u click on the trigger, the closer the needle gets to the balloon. we passed it around and placed it next to our ear and i cant remember who was the unlucky one, but it seemed to me, the adults had more fun than i did.
then again, everyday was like christmas back then. my cousins and i had a massive collection of polly pockets. we made sure the tiny dolls were standing upright before we closed the little box. nowadays the kids just swallow them. sad.
i remember aunt lela's neighbours. the 2 white boys we taught how to play 5 stones to. kim's mom gave us a disney watch. the best thing about that christmas gathering was probably the delicious egg nog. kim and his brother started hitting each other during an argument over whose turn it was after they mastered the basic techniques of that little 5 stones game, and that was the end of the party.
yy and i got stuck in traffic last night for about an hour plus. we listened to his cd and laughed to a song that we heard while watching an old flick, Twins, in cameron highlands, starring arnold and (whats the name of that short bald guy who played his twin). it went something like this...
pick up the paper and the trash
you aint got no spending cash
yakkety yak!!!
that was my christmas 06.
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erdi. last confessed at 3:06 PM
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7pm, we decided, heck lets just go. 10pm, a bus to larkin. 12am, an old coffeeshop in larkin stocking up on smokes and water. 1am, a bus to kl. 5am, in dark kl under the pouring rain. 7am, walked and found bukit bintang, a backpackers hostel Pondok Lodge. slept till about 12pm, and checked out the rooftop garden. had lunch along the street packed with tiny stalls of chinese food. walked to the more commercialised areas under the sun. it was too much like singapore so we went back to our little hideout on the roof and washed up before we headed to chinatown. the bustling streets full of life and chatter were worth keeping as good memories. a man was busy with his wok along a dark lane and we had our first dinner in kl. walked a bit more before we decided on our 2nd dinner. lok lok, seafood steamboat of some sort. yy indulged in a traditional claypot chicken rice with salted fish which we got from the next stall. went to hard rock cafe and zouk, but decided we'd rather have our drinks somewhere else so we went to a pub right across the lodge.
all that in less than 24 hours.
our 2nd day in kl was more relaxed. did i mention, breakfast at the lodge was 2 slices of toasted bread, a banana and tea or coffee. ah, the simple things in life we wake up for. what more, breakfast on the rooftop.. there was a section in the lodge where books could be swaped or purchased for 5 ringgit. i bought the Scold's Bridle by Minette Walters. So far the best crime novel i've read.
packed in the early hours of our 3rd day in kl and headed to the bus station in puduraya. took a bus to cameron highlands. the road up was winding and i felt light headed. we had seafood in Brinchang, headed to Tanah Rata and checked into another backpacker's lodge, Hillview Inn. weather was weird. the sun was piercing yet the wind was cold, then for the next half an hour, it'd be slight drizzle and extremely cold wind. had fried ice cream and strawberries and cream at a cafe in the strawberry farm. we walked to Sam Thom temple and i love how it was so peaceful. in the evening, we went to a nearby pub and i think, cameron highlands is the only place i've ever been to where girls in tudongs could sit in a pub, drink coffee and no one cared.
the thought of coming back was depressing. 4 hours to kl, and 6 hours to singapore. the irony of it all, the bus dropped us off just across the road from my workplace. and i thought, in 8 hours, i'll be there, doing the same old thing.
i was thinking, the next time i travel, no more hotels for me. i prefer friendly lodges where people dont bother closing their doors and you get to see tired backpackers from all over the world sprawled out studying maps on the noisy spring beds. everyone says hello. i'm getting used to seeing handsome angmohs step out in towels from the shower we share, as i feel my cheeks flush at their 6 packs and i have to return a cheerful 'good morning' while i stare down at their toes to prevent further embarrassment. i'd then run to the room after my shower and find yy rolling his eyes while i praise god for creating gorgeous people..
what a way to end 2006!
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Saturday, December 23, 2006
7pm, we decided, heck lets just go. 10pm, a bus to larkin. 12am, an old coffeeshop in larkin stocking up on smokes and water. 1am, a bus to kl. 5am, in dark kl under the pouring rain. 7am, walked and found bukit bintang, a backpackers hostel Pondok Lodge. slept till about 12pm, and checked out the rooftop garden. had lunch along the street packed with tiny stalls of chinese food. walked to the more commercialised areas under the sun. it was too much like singapore so we went back to our little hideout on the roof and washed up before we headed to chinatown. the bustling streets full of life and chatter were worth keeping as good memories. a man was busy with his wok along a dark lane and we had our first dinner in kl. walked a bit more before we decided on our 2nd dinner. lok lok, seafood steamboat of some sort. yy indulged in a traditional claypot chicken rice with salted fish which we got from the next stall. went to hard rock cafe and zouk, but decided we'd rather have our drinks somewhere else so we went to a pub right across the lodge.
all that in less than 24 hours.
our 2nd day in kl was more relaxed. did i mention, breakfast at the lodge was 2 slices of toasted bread, a banana and tea or coffee. ah, the simple things in life we wake up for. what more, breakfast on the rooftop.. there was a section in the lodge where books could be swaped or purchased for 5 ringgit. i bought the Scold's Bridle by Minette Walters. So far the best crime novel i've read.
packed in the early hours of our 3rd day in kl and headed to the bus station in puduraya. took a bus to cameron highlands. the road up was winding and i felt light headed. we had seafood in Brinchang, headed to Tanah Rata and checked into another backpacker's lodge, Hillview Inn. weather was weird. the sun was piercing yet the wind was cold, then for the next half an hour, it'd be slight drizzle and extremely cold wind. had fried ice cream and strawberries and cream at a cafe in the strawberry farm. we walked to Sam Thom temple and i love how it was so peaceful. in the evening, we went to a nearby pub and i think, cameron highlands is the only place i've ever been to where girls in tudongs could sit in a pub, drink coffee and no one cared.
the thought of coming back was depressing. 4 hours to kl, and 6 hours to singapore. the irony of it all, the bus dropped us off just across the road from my workplace. and i thought, in 8 hours, i'll be there, doing the same old thing.
i was thinking, the next time i travel, no more hotels for me. i prefer friendly lodges where people dont bother closing their doors and you get to see tired backpackers from all over the world sprawled out studying maps on the noisy spring beds. everyone says hello. i'm getting used to seeing handsome angmohs step out in towels from the shower we share, as i feel my cheeks flush at their 6 packs and i have to return a cheerful 'good morning' while i stare down at their toes to prevent further embarrassment. i'd then run to the room after my shower and find yy rolling his eyes while i praise god for creating gorgeous people..
what a way to end 2006!
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erdi. last confessed at 12:38 PM
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where the wind takes us!
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Thursday, December 14, 2006
where the wind takes us!
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erdi. last confessed at 9:35 PM
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broken porcelain vase,
picked up your pieces,
then i realised..
on my knees,
searched for every bit of you,
then i realised..
i lost a little of you,
i don't know you well enough,
to fix you
then i realised..
you have to do it on your own,
for i have broken me too.
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Wednesday, December 13, 2006
broken porcelain vase,picked up your pieces,
then i realised..
on my knees,
searched for every bit of you,
then i realised..
i lost a little of you,
i don't know you well enough,
to fix you
then i realised..
you have to do it on your own,
for i have broken me too.
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erdi. last confessed at 12:40 AM
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faces, cultures, races, colours, types..
our fellow singaporeans.
its quite sad, really, that some of us choose to be so typical, or rather, don't realise it.
i was helping out at my uncle's pub for lunch when...
customer: can i have water please
me: ok
customer: must pay or not harr??
me: no
customer: oh, ok then can help me get 4 glasses of water for everyone at the table
me: (says) ok... (thinks) wtf...
a couple of days ago, a man of about 75 yrs of age had lunch over at the pub. he was stopping over from england and on his way to see his son and grandchildren over in aussie. a face i won't forget. frail yet adventurous. he chose to spend the last few hours in singapore with us, and as he sipped his tea with care, he told us about how he'll be spending 2 months in aussie with his family, and how excited he was to meet his grandchildren since they should be all grown up by now.
before my uncle walked him back to the hotel, he came up to me and held my hand, and told me to take care. he had the softest hands ever. he made my day. he had a beautiful presence.
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Wednesday, December 06, 2006
faces, cultures, races, colours, types..
our fellow singaporeans.
its quite sad, really, that some of us choose to be so typical, or rather, don't realise it.
i was helping out at my uncle's pub for lunch when...
customer: can i have water please
me: ok
customer: must pay or not harr??
me: no
customer: oh, ok then can help me get 4 glasses of water for everyone at the table
me: (says) ok... (thinks) wtf...
a couple of days ago, a man of about 75 yrs of age had lunch over at the pub. he was stopping over from england and on his way to see his son and grandchildren over in aussie. a face i won't forget. frail yet adventurous. he chose to spend the last few hours in singapore with us, and as he sipped his tea with care, he told us about how he'll be spending 2 months in aussie with his family, and how excited he was to meet his grandchildren since they should be all grown up by now.
before my uncle walked him back to the hotel, he came up to me and held my hand, and told me to take care. he had the softest hands ever. he made my day. he had a beautiful presence.
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erdi. last confessed at 6:40 PM
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Monday, December 04, 2006
sat by the busy street and watched the world go by. 2 lost souls wondering where all the time went. young and confused, the crowd complained of curfews as we both worried about bills, career, family, health, etc.
i put my worries in an imaginary bubble and watched it float towards the busy street, a red bus went by and burst it.
corinne bailey rae's Put your records on rang in my head as i foolishly smiled and hummed along. i see me in a sundress with messy hair reading a map somewhere far, sometime soon. my worry bubble came back with $$$ ?, and i thought, there's no harm in daydreaming. if i could rule the world, i thought, i'd have february be a Free Month. everything's free, trips, etc. i started analysing on which party would suffer the most, then i thought, who cares.. i should start daydreaming without an inner negative voice saying "impossible!".
then she poked me in the arm and decided we head home, and i came back to reality.. thats enough for today.
girl, put your records on.. tell me your favourite song, you go ahead let your hair down. sapphire, faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams, just go ahead let your hair down.
i thought that i was stronger, when you gonna realise that you dont even have to try any longer, do what you want to, girl put your records on..