In Sentosa on a saturday morning, playing beach volleyball. Yes I played beach volley. Not played volleyball since my secondary school days, and never played it on a beach (yes I have no life). But yeah, now IS the time for me to try things anew I guess. Great fun, good day out in the not-so-sunny sunshine, and had some eye candy to go with it. Not bad for a morning outing.
Body feels shagged *should really step up the excercise regime*, but I feel really refreshed. Hope this is the springboard for me to get on with life. Try more, do more, work more, feel more. While I still have the time and energy.
Preparing computer for reformat. I might disappear for awhile *like, log in less msn* after this, might not. We'll see.
Looking forward to more happy weekends. LOL.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
This...
is gonna be a long post, because... well its just gonna be.
Today I added to my collection of "Gundam Models still stuck in their boxes". Latest additions to the family, I welcome you. I SHOULD get down to building them and the other guys who are still in bits and pieces in their boxes. Hur hur.
Had lunch with 2 of my "sistahs" today. Pretty good, though topics I weren't expecting sprung up. I was asked a question I didn't really want to answer; at this point in time I don't know the answer to that particular question. I might find the answer tomorrow, next year, who knows. Maybe I'm subconciously hanging on; maybe I'm subconciously waiting for better options. Maybe it just is. I wonder; I hope I'll see soon enough.
Kind of funny, now that I think of it, that I meet the same person twice in the same day, but it happened. LOL. Anyway, due to an unexpected chain of events, I was asked to a play that I had not planned to attend, by one of the "sistahs" I met for lunch. So there I was, at Sunshine Plaza, chugging 2 huge boxes home, and 5 hrs later I'm back at the same area. Troublesome shit travelling from Jurong to Bugis to Jurong and back again. But.. was well worth the trouble; the performance far exceeded my expectations (well maybe I wasn't expecting anything in the first place, but nvm): Not had such good entertainment for a while, not had such a good laugh for a while. Eye candy aplenty too.
Now I'm on the look out for a sort of girlfriend. Sort of *chuckles*
And then ... this song's been stuck in my head, My Love Will Get You Home by Christine Glass. Lyrics slightly modified.
If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Girl, my love will get you home.
If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Girl, my love will get you home.
If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home.
When there's only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Girl, my love will get you home,
Girl, my love will get you home.
I'm loving this song. Probably will be for quite a while. Maybe I shall dedicate it in advance, to whoever this girl might be.
Today I added to my collection of "Gundam Models still stuck in their boxes". Latest additions to the family, I welcome you. I SHOULD get down to building them and the other guys who are still in bits and pieces in their boxes. Hur hur.
Had lunch with 2 of my "sistahs" today. Pretty good, though topics I weren't expecting sprung up. I was asked a question I didn't really want to answer; at this point in time I don't know the answer to that particular question. I might find the answer tomorrow, next year, who knows. Maybe I'm subconciously hanging on; maybe I'm subconciously waiting for better options. Maybe it just is. I wonder; I hope I'll see soon enough.
Kind of funny, now that I think of it, that I meet the same person twice in the same day, but it happened. LOL. Anyway, due to an unexpected chain of events, I was asked to a play that I had not planned to attend, by one of the "sistahs" I met for lunch. So there I was, at Sunshine Plaza, chugging 2 huge boxes home, and 5 hrs later I'm back at the same area. Troublesome shit travelling from Jurong to Bugis to Jurong and back again. But.. was well worth the trouble; the performance far exceeded my expectations (well maybe I wasn't expecting anything in the first place, but nvm): Not had such good entertainment for a while, not had such a good laugh for a while. Eye candy aplenty too.
Now I'm on the look out for a sort of girlfriend. Sort of *chuckles*
And then ... this song's been stuck in my head, My Love Will Get You Home by Christine Glass. Lyrics slightly modified.
If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Girl, my love will get you home.
If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Girl, my love will get you home.
If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home.
When there's only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Girl, my love will get you home,
Girl, my love will get you home.
I'm loving this song. Probably will be for quite a while. Maybe I shall dedicate it in advance, to whoever this girl might be.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Weird things I see...
What do you see when you combine the 3rd Angel frm Eva with Pinochio?
Imagine yourself in this room. Wide window, with the blinds drawn on your left. Whiteboard at one end. Empty space where the meeting table should have been. You're in the room, but not in the room; feels like you're some sort of security camera, with a worm's eye view of the room. It is dim, very dim... probably night time, with the lights off and the blinds drawn. The silhouettes of whatever is in the room can barely be made out. Teeth chatters; it is freezing cold, like you're in a cold room rather than a meeting room.
The door creaks open. Or you THINK it creaks open, as no sound is heard, as the door opens. Slowly. Slowly. No light pours in as the door opens; not quite what you expected. So the lights outside this room are off as well, you think to yourself. While you lost focus, the door opens fully. Took it long enough though.. then out of the corner of your eye, something moves. Slight, slight movement. Something touching the floor. A foot. Followed by another. Someone is walking into the room, and strangely, you only KNOW its someone; you can barely make out a silhouette that looks human, slowly walking into the room. The figure walks around the room. Slowly. All the while keeping his *assume to be a male* head down so you cannot make out his facial features. You notice that he looks strange; even though you can't make out details, you see little protrusions from his face; as if you were looking at a cactus. Other than that, you notice somethings else, as the figure slowly paces around the room. He has very long feet; he seems to have wrapped his arms in his sleeves across his chest; he's hunchbacked, or at least, walking with a hunch; he walks in an exaggerated wavy motion, almost like a cartoon character; he SEEMS to be bald, as light gleams off the top of his head.
You do not move from your position, or at least, you keep the same point of observation. After what seems like hours, the figure finally stops pacing around the room. You see him looking around the room a bit, and then, he arches back and stretches himself. His arms stretch out, exposing themselves from his sleeves, and now you see it; he has little fine protrusions along the length of his arms. Like the ones you saw previously on his face. What are those? Spikes? Nails?
And then his hands unclench, his fingers stretch out as well. Just like his feet, his fingers are unnaturally long. And sharp. And pointed. Like claws or hooks. He arches his back some more, and now you see it. His face. Yes. His spikey face. Set on a face thats porcelain white and seems made of ceramic. Black unbalanced, deep-set orbs of black that, perhaps, are his eyes. His nose, or what seems like his nose, splits his face vertically in 2. Sharp cheek bones, sharp protruding chin. No visible mouth.
He stops in mid pose, as if frozen. Or maybe, just maybe, he finally realises he's being watched. His head tilts, slowly, in your direction. Your eyes meet. Or rather, your eyes and his deep-set, jet black orbs on his face that you thought were his eyes. They start gleaming with a deep, violetish glow.
And in an instant, he's upon you. Right up to your face. Looking at you intensely. He reaches for his arm, for one of the protrusions on his arm, and pulls it out. Some liquid you assume to be blood squirts out. He holds the object between his fingers, and raises it to your face. You now see what it is that covers his arms and face: Long J hooks. He circles it round, and round, and round. And then you hear him speak. Or you think you hear him speak, as he has no mouth to speak of, or speak from. What you hear, the voice that breaks this chilling silence, is a deep, guttural, almost robotically monotone voice.
He asks: Would you like some of these too? His blood still drips off the hook.
***
I asked: What do you see when you combine the 3rd Angel frm Eva with Pinochio? I have the answer now, and I've seen him 2 nights in a row. Add to the previous string of weird dream's I've had over the past week, all of them set in my former workplace.
I love the night.
Imagine yourself in this room. Wide window, with the blinds drawn on your left. Whiteboard at one end. Empty space where the meeting table should have been. You're in the room, but not in the room; feels like you're some sort of security camera, with a worm's eye view of the room. It is dim, very dim... probably night time, with the lights off and the blinds drawn. The silhouettes of whatever is in the room can barely be made out. Teeth chatters; it is freezing cold, like you're in a cold room rather than a meeting room.
The door creaks open. Or you THINK it creaks open, as no sound is heard, as the door opens. Slowly. Slowly. No light pours in as the door opens; not quite what you expected. So the lights outside this room are off as well, you think to yourself. While you lost focus, the door opens fully. Took it long enough though.. then out of the corner of your eye, something moves. Slight, slight movement. Something touching the floor. A foot. Followed by another. Someone is walking into the room, and strangely, you only KNOW its someone; you can barely make out a silhouette that looks human, slowly walking into the room. The figure walks around the room. Slowly. All the while keeping his *assume to be a male* head down so you cannot make out his facial features. You notice that he looks strange; even though you can't make out details, you see little protrusions from his face; as if you were looking at a cactus. Other than that, you notice somethings else, as the figure slowly paces around the room. He has very long feet; he seems to have wrapped his arms in his sleeves across his chest; he's hunchbacked, or at least, walking with a hunch; he walks in an exaggerated wavy motion, almost like a cartoon character; he SEEMS to be bald, as light gleams off the top of his head.
You do not move from your position, or at least, you keep the same point of observation. After what seems like hours, the figure finally stops pacing around the room. You see him looking around the room a bit, and then, he arches back and stretches himself. His arms stretch out, exposing themselves from his sleeves, and now you see it; he has little fine protrusions along the length of his arms. Like the ones you saw previously on his face. What are those? Spikes? Nails?
And then his hands unclench, his fingers stretch out as well. Just like his feet, his fingers are unnaturally long. And sharp. And pointed. Like claws or hooks. He arches his back some more, and now you see it. His face. Yes. His spikey face. Set on a face thats porcelain white and seems made of ceramic. Black unbalanced, deep-set orbs of black that, perhaps, are his eyes. His nose, or what seems like his nose, splits his face vertically in 2. Sharp cheek bones, sharp protruding chin. No visible mouth.
He stops in mid pose, as if frozen. Or maybe, just maybe, he finally realises he's being watched. His head tilts, slowly, in your direction. Your eyes meet. Or rather, your eyes and his deep-set, jet black orbs on his face that you thought were his eyes. They start gleaming with a deep, violetish glow.
And in an instant, he's upon you. Right up to your face. Looking at you intensely. He reaches for his arm, for one of the protrusions on his arm, and pulls it out. Some liquid you assume to be blood squirts out. He holds the object between his fingers, and raises it to your face. You now see what it is that covers his arms and face: Long J hooks. He circles it round, and round, and round. And then you hear him speak. Or you think you hear him speak, as he has no mouth to speak of, or speak from. What you hear, the voice that breaks this chilling silence, is a deep, guttural, almost robotically monotone voice.
He asks: Would you like some of these too? His blood still drips off the hook.
***
I asked: What do you see when you combine the 3rd Angel frm Eva with Pinochio? I have the answer now, and I've seen him 2 nights in a row. Add to the previous string of weird dream's I've had over the past week, all of them set in my former workplace.
I love the night.
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