Back then...we didn't have color photos. It was all black and white. And then they faded.

There's something about O.Js that it has to only fill half a glass or cup to taste good. Any other way and it sucks.

I am 25 years old. It was 35 magical years of Yes in one night.

Sold my phone. Now I am phone-less.

I took a train today. Urghhh......

I went to Parkway today and ermmm...ya. I went to Parkway today.`

Got this off. Someone's blog. Nice.


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Posted by stephanie at 1:29 pm

I have this website which I put all the links of all the places I used to visit so I can visit them anywhere. I did that because at that time, I was running on a 56k in Sydney and we (me and a couple of guys) used to go to LAN places to play counter-strike, and I was never good at it, so I ended up surfing the net faster than 56k. Now going back through it, most of the sites are gone already. And I don't visit most of them anymore now. I guess cos it's a different environment in Sydney, where it's just you and a handful of people you know and you're in a strange place and the lights in the sky moves differnetly. Here, It's just morning or night. Rain or shine. Sigh. I miss $5 steak, taco bell, smoking in the cool night on the balcony, WWE on Thursday and Saturday nights, pizza, the rumbling of the washing machine and dryer, my dirty little corner with hair all over the floor, Crazy Taxi, hanging out at Ralf's, Sean's "fucking hippie", Sashi's screaming, and everything else. Now it's just work and work and work and I'm still broke. This is getting tiring.

Today, I took a scissors and kept cutting my hair till I could not cut anymore. Now I'm off to work.

My amp settings at Sonic Fest 2003

Hmm..let's see. I mentally calculated that I need about $300 a month JUST for bills, and it's not ocunting the insurance that my dad threw at me and I refused to pay and I dunno if it's been cancelled. I owe D. $150 for 35 magical years of Yes all blown on one night. I still have my bike lessons which I'm stuck at stage 3 cos I dun have anymore money left to take lessons. I wanna get a tattoo and I think I'll drag my bro along. LOL!!!! Alvron's cheque doesn't clear till end of the month (;ilzsjdflksajdflvkajm;r3msv). I got $80 left in my bank. Transport cost about $80 a month. I don't have a job. Can't member my work enough to give tution. All my jeans are broken and my tee shirts recycled. I can't afford clothes for interviews. Holes in both sides of my shoes so I get soggy socks everytime it rains. SSF is coming and Quantam Spring is going for it. Still deciding if Eugene should go but we don't have a drummer and a guitarist though we have loads of songs. platformD is not moving. TRM is moving slower. Yup. I guess everything is in check.

So today at bike. There was liek 4 cars of test. And everyone was jammed up and all the bikers (excluding me *ahem :P*) slight screwed up and literally swarmed, left, right, front and back, the cars. Mess man. Like flies to a fruit. I wonder what the drivers must be thinking. All 4 cars going different direction but all can't move. Man we screwed them up. LOL!

Well it's off to work later. This is what we do at work.

And other stuffs

On the way home, was stopped by a police road block for a routine check. The 2 police women looked kinda cute and has one of those nice slim figures, something you don't see often in the police force. Hmmmmm......

Oh ya. Pictures below courtesy of RedSky

*Ya lah Bid*

Things happened between then and now.
1) Sonic Fest - where I forgot a bunch of chords.
2) Cousins wedding - Didn't go.
3) Septfest launch - Caught Tiramisu instead of (see #2)
4) Interview - but my MD doesn't do Long PLay. Damn it!
5) Songs - Got a couple few more. Same again. Unstructured. Unfinished. UnLyrics. UnFullbandlike
6) And a couple of pictures.

And of course not to mention that I'm so damn lazy to do anything nowadays but I did a little clean up here. That leaves me with about an hour to see if Eugene has woken up yet.

Panic attack!!! I can't remember the structures!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hmmm...some blue thing that was stuck between my gums and tooth just came out. Ahhh....mouth feels more at ease now. The beauty of cable if you can't sleep.

Once you go up, you'll never come down. Or at least it's damn bloody hard to, unless...unless....you're a big yellow cheese. CoRe-ReCt! Oh well....for the fiyaman!

Review of Igor (some restaurant)

When to Igor's on Thursday.
5 minutes passed.
Left.

Phone call #2: Private number

Me: Hello
Whoever: Hello.
Me: Yes, can I help you?
Whoever: *
Me: You got the wrong number.


*translated

Phone call #1: Private Number

Me: Hello.
Whoever: Hello.
Me: Hello.
Whoever: Hello.
Me: Hello.
Whoever: Sorry da chuo.

I can't get the damn wireless up and running. Now I can't even find my own user. I keep getting connected to the strays. WTF man. I think I'm gonna just run cables and switch. There goes $200 worth of wireless shitsysm. Here comes 50m of ethernet cable. Anyone wanna take the router off my hands?

On a lighter note. I think EMT is coming up nicely. The style is coming up nicely. But we still dun have a drummer and guitarist who's EMTish. Hmmm......

ND's gig was not bad. SO much better than Hougang gig. The soundcheck was shitty too. Alvron just plain sucks, but I have to say they did quite a good job. But I still stand by my it sucks. They're good as an event company but as someone who wants to get in on the local scene. Squashed balls man. So anyway, they couldn't get a decent sound out of Bid's classical cos they refused to pull up the gain. All I needed was 2 microphones. Simple. And they couldn't do it. Everyone was feeling bad. Bid worst. And then I remember seeing Jonathon's ES style guitar and I wank-roowed it from him and I guess we pulled it off. Better than Bid's squire at hougang. But guess amp plays a part too. Hougang was DI to PA. Some guy tried to hit on Bid with the "Your singing is very good" line. Of course it's good. We're not Dreamfactory ok. We are simple people who write simple music, I mean, We write simple music for simple people. I mean....We're not simple people. We're just...simple. Argh shove it. But we're not Dreamfactory. Mistaken Identity was good too. Yay Es! But work a little bit more on your showmanship. The rest of the band, not you. Paragraphing can kiss my ass now cos Bid's keyboards suck. Bid's keyboard should suck my ass instead. Where did my money go over $2 days? $200 man!!!! And no Ying. Even with your money it'll be around $150. That's still bad.

Dude!!!!! Manoman. I just got 50 freaking doo-lars for doing nothing. Before we go any further, shall we start from the beginning? Yesterday...or rather, wednesday, hmm...yesterday, let's just keep it as today is thursday, i was just sitting down at Beez-throw chilling out with Ying (not RedSky) whom I met coincidently, at borders, and working on TRM and Elfie (collegueaasahagsassd????@#!) came up to me and told me that someone needed help with her customer. Apparently this customer is a regular and knows Elfie (being a regular), and she asked her if she knows anyone who could help her with her comp (Printer and speakers ain't working). So I happened to be sitting around, as we mentioned before, and Elfie told the customer that I know something about computers. So I went along with the ride and joking said that I charged $25/hour and she (the customer) was all, "Oh, don't worry, I'll pay you" and I was "No, no, no. I was just joking". Anyway, I got to her place, which was just opp. the Beez-throw and took a look at her computer. Ended up that her speakers weren't plugged in and the printer didn't have the cable it needed so it wasn't hooked up to the computer. I fixed that up and told her to get the cable, plug it in and there shouldn't be any problem. Anything else come find me. So that's that and I went back to sitting around.

The next day, all of a sudden at work she came back screaming saying that the printer ain't working (sounds familiar eh FlyTrap?). So i said I'll be free on Monday and I'll come by then. But couple of tens (min) later or so she was all, "Hey could you come by after work and I'll pay for your cab back" Why not? Just to take a look. So I got over after work, fiddled around with it a bit, and I don't know what I did but after a lot of fiddling, the printer started printing normally. Case closed. Sat around. Polite chat abit. Had to go. She put a blue one in my hand and I "dounch" (lol) know what color in Elfie's hand. Wow!!! Anyway, went for supper with Elfie and her friend and I blew $20 on ciggies for Elfie cos I'm always bumming off her's and on the cab back but wow! Oh, and Elfie's friend apparently works at Muddy Murphy's and I asked about getting a gig there. Now all I have to do is get some demo up and see what happens. Hey Bid! Time to get the house a'rocking and jazz, or rather blues EMOT or EMT up.

Too much work is no good. I star dreaming about work too. Now why would I wanna do that when I'm already at work half my day?

I've givben up Sims. It's too time-consuming and it refleces too much on ourselves, or we reflect too much on them. I'm going for NWN now. Oooo..hope we ace the audition on Sat.

I thought Baybeats was next month. Apparently I was in last month.

I'm back on the Sims again. It has the effect of making you feel like on. "Oh, enegry level down, sleep." "Hunger, eat." "Takes 15 mins to walk to the entrance" Worst. I stay in Simsville. Literally. It's in Geylang.

It's been a long time but...dudes, I finally got my bag bag, with my comics intact, and no warning letter, and Im not the only one who thinks AP is an ass. So anyway, yesterday, or should I say 2 days ago, thursday, I was suppose to go work, but Bid shouted and blah blah yadda yadda yadda, we decided to hang. So I called in sick. Sick of work, and hung instead. We (Me and Bid) were suppse to take 61 and stone in the bus, but we ended up at Singapore Post stuffing my face with El Jay's while Bid picked on my coleslaw which turned bad. Then it was a, "let's take 30 to WTC", "I though you wanted to go beach road bum a cig from you friend?!" So we did, and Bid's kid called about some maths thingamajig and mixed emotion flew while she used my phone (between her and the kid) and I didn't get my cig 'cos my friend was busy, so I got a pack of Pall Malls instead (ouch, ex) and terik while "planning" acoustic gig. Mee Swa en route to Suntec to take 36 to airport which Bd didn't eat andsome dickhead bumped into me and I spilled bandung all over my hang which I proceded to lick off (man the drnks was a rip-off). Airport and the long walk to terminal 1 while before that Bid got duped into thinking we have to pay for teh Skytrain to T2 (not termnator). grabbed a bus, suppose to lift Bid home but keys were in the pocket so we played some tunes downstairs and then fought over who gets to sleep on the floor and breakie in the morning. Thhhhen i got called to come to work at 3 but I woke up at 3 instead and red skin drink and no pay food and here I am rattling off like some newb on the blog. Comics.....

I gotta get my bag back. I gotta get my bag back. It's causing me great psychological stress and trauma. I can't sleep at night. I'm stying up to watch Spongebob Squarepants everynight from 3am-4am. I play Big2 on my mobile in the dark till sunlight shines in the window or I finally drift off to sleep whichever comes first. I start getting all psychotic and paranoid. I start dreaming about her. Just. Just only, I woke up with the fuming feeling in my chest (maybe cos due to the pull-over I was wearing and it was getting kinda stuffy) cos I dreamt she came back to beez-throw to visit everyone and everyone was going, "Hi!" "Hey!" "How you doing" and I couldn't do a thing. Not a damn thing. She hates my guts (i think), she doesn't wanna see me (I think), I can't face her (I think), I gotta get over this shit. I need my bag back. It's the only thing that's giving me my securities, even though it's a fake one. I want my bag back. Hmmm...if I don't get it back on Monday I think I'll go crazy, start trashing the place around and sue for damages? Or I'll just sit some where and hold it down. Latter I guess.

I'm still waiting for the day for this to end but right now, I think diving with a tank of carbon monoxide would be fun.

My life is so governed by the stuff i read. The books. The comics. err...the books and comics? I can't elaborate now. I'll try later.
I'm so jaded. I'm so lazy.
I'm so lazy. I'm so lazy.

Mom called just now. Gave me crap about spending the weekend away. Treating the house like a hotel Hey, I'm home 6 day a week, why can't I spend a night out? Not going church. Wanna change your religion ah? Don't get me started on this. Sis called too. Keeps asking if I got Harry Pothead's 5th book. I'm not telling her I have it after looking at the way she treats my other Pothead books. After finding out I get a discount off books, she keeps wanting me to get books for her. Well kids, no more. Privileges will not be extended anymore. So I'm only looked up when you want something eh? Other then that I hear nothing else. Suck. My. Socks. I'll keep my balls and toes to myself and I never change my socks.

So I've not been myself lately. I've been someone I don't wanna be. I'm just not me. But yet this is me. Maybe it's just me, but everything is, although the same, but still different. So many changes. Room is different, and I still don't get to say how it should look like. I'll try again. My clothes are in my parents' room so I just wear the same things over, and over, and over again. Computer's in the living room and it's kinda uncomfortable using it there, (though I'm using it now) and the PC's in my sister's room which by the time I get home, she's sleeping so I don't get to use it. I don't see a point in getting up sp I don't and just keep sleeping till it's time to go to work, WHEN I have work. I'm giving myself all kinds of lame excuses but it's just I'm too lazy to go look for a proper job. I haven't been jamming for a long time cos there isn't proper musicians to jam with and it's a real drag finding them. I did find one perfect guitarist before, took a long time. Now he's stolen right under my nose. The mad eccentric bunch has been real cool to me so far. Thanks to y'all. TRM is getting so that i feel like just dumping it although I've collected quite some err..nice stuff. Distro, gig org, label, ORM. All the plans. All feel so tired. Jaded. Melton. It's just hanging there, like shit that won't go away. When I'm at work. I feel happy. I dunno why. Maybe 'cos it's just doing and doing and no thinking to be done. All so routine. I'm gonna have to admit this but I wasted a lot of money and bought this phone cos of her, no I'm still not over her yet, i still think about her, sometimes, and now I don't even send MMSes. Fish has my CDs and camera and I dunno where is he, still in Japan i guess. I lost my train of thought and I'm just gonna stop now.

ReDSkY (4:40 AM) :
haha knight in shining amour? lol
Wyxmm (4:40 AM) :
no lah. dey in smelly clothes

Star trek happened while I was taking a dump. I had a Kilngon

Oh, and now the renovations are starting soon, later in the daya nd my mom is like, "you go stay at your friend's place for 2 or 3 days". Like I have anywhere to go. I stay over a freiend's place one night and she screams bloody murder, and now there's no space at home, she just goes, stay at your friend's place. All a sudden it's ok to sleep over at someone else's place. And like it's okay with my friends if I crash at their place for 3 days. Why not just let me move out and save a bundle in renovations. It'll also give me the drive to go find a job. But noooooo...it's not ok....so I'm back to just slacking around and not even sending out resumes or looking for jobs. Drive-less. Slack lifestyle is so I-can-get-used-to-this. I've got nothing left to loose or should I say freedom. Actually, it's constrainted freedom. But I get to do what I want, and use the car and go out late at night. I can leave dishes in the sink and eventually someone (not me) will wash them up. Clothes just miracoulously disappear and appear in my cupboard clean. I'm so eViL. Hey...wait aminute. This is suppose to be grouse material. Nah..who cares.

So I went to view this apartment yesterday. Real nice and cheap and fully furbished and all. The one thing that caught my eye was the counter in the kitchen. I like. But it's in Pasir Ris. (it's ok I can deal with it) and I'm broke. And I dunno who else is willing to share a place with me all the way in Pasir Ris. It's really nice. Seriously. I have pictures. The past tenants were 4 stweardess. Damn! Why couldn't one of them stay behind. It's like 2 months rent and 1/2 month commission for the property dude and at least a year's lease.

THEN! I went to view this other place. Wasn't that fancy. But the thing that pissed me off was the owner, once she saw me and property dude, she kept asking if we are Singaporeans. What the fuck? Even while I, we, I...was leaving, she was saying, "Singaporean ah? SIngaporean ah?" so I gave her the, "yeeeesshhh, we're all Singaporeans." Then she asked, "why you all wanna move out?" and I gave her the straight, "'cos we're all really sick of staying with our parents and wanna get out." That shut her up abit. And I really left with the property dude. Later as I was waiting for the bus, property dude got a call from Singaporean-ah?-lady and told him that they are willing to bring the price down to $1.1k. Well Jeezz...thanks...I guess I...STILL won't be taking the place (if I'm taking any in the first place). The other place is more accesible, cleaner, more spacious, doesn't have things sticking out everywhere cept pure furnitures and cheaper. Suck this you big gaping vagina. Rubble rubble rubble mieh! Whatever. I do what I want *snap fingers*

Oh smart. I just saw a guy dived into the pool...at the shallow end. So there's this thing going on at the Beez-throw. Wait till I get it out and I'll post it here. It's scandalous. Something to do with Mr. Karl something.

Sooooo...boring......get....a.....job...get.....your..resume...done.....LAZY! get...off....your....butt....miracles....are...not...gonna...happen....

TRM is on pause till this freaking recurring fever due to infection and lump in my balls is over. ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

In a feeble, pathetic and lame attemp to increase my vitamin C and zinc intake, I ate/drank, in the pass 2 days

a) Bowl of cereal
b) One orange
c) Orange Juice with Soda water (taste like Orangina)
d) 1 1/2 plate of hokkien mee
e) 1 4/5 cans of carrot juice
f) a More lights fag
g) El Jay's Chicken and More combo add fish
h) Durians (some)
j) a drop-the-pill-into-water-and-watch-it-fizzle Vit. C tablet
k) a lot of crap from mad woman and..errr..equally mad woman.

Whoo hoo!!! I'm rocking baby yea!!!

When oh when oh when oh when will the wounds heal!!!! It's pissing me off!!!!!!!

what's wrong with the weather?! Cold one minute, hot in another. Oh, wait. I've got fever. I want candy.......

argh! sudden depression attack! that was last night. now my leg stings

Sigh. Kids nowadays. During my time, Macdonalds was a delicacy. IF we could afford it. Walking through town on a weekday made you the coolest guy on the school and weekends....hmm...I dun even remember my weekends except tution. Maybe that's why I turned out like that. 10 cents in your pockets to make phone calls. 20 cents in your pocket to take aircon bus with bus stamps. 30 cents can buy you mee goreng which you can't even finish in primary school. 50 cents will buy you ice kachiang in secondary school with countell atap seed. Waiting at the control station for 30 - 45 mins for a friend was normal. We dun whip out our mobile phones and start punching your friend's numbers furiously when you're at the meeting place and your friend is not. Pagers are for rich kids. Alpha numeric pagers. Phonecards. Call Zone phone. Kids nowadays have it made. BIG time. sigh. Nost man. Nost.

The rain is coming in.
I'm to lazy to get up and close the windows
So i closed the door instead.
Different action. Same results.

Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday to...oh give it up. It's over and it was yesterday.

So anyway I was at home, finally, eating fish and surfing through the channels and guess what I came across on Star World Sports? Dressage! Or is it Show jumping? Oh one of those horse jumping over fence things. It was the Samsung Super League, and it got me all...well....I was hoping to see...sigh...it wasn't...nope, it's over. I'm occupied with other things now. Like my bloated stomach now from the fish...but...It's over! But...nope...but...shu....but..shhh...but..yaa...but...jii...but...but..but schmutt.

Scam! Scammy scammy scam. If you hear rallying at at interview, walk out immediately.

Wow! If it wasn't for Mad Banshee I wouldn't have know. That boring at work eh?
Snaps in page 2 and 3

I think the word I should be using is "Repressed". Thanks Wailing Woman

For those who didn't come and watch Life is Elsewhere perform. Thank you. Thank you so much for not coming. We sucked. We blew. We're like a whore using a vacumm cleaner. We were that bad. Don't come on Friday the 13th either. It's gonna be equally as bad.

I need to keep myself occupied. I need to keep myself occupied. I need to keep myself occupied. If I don't my mind starts to wander. A wandering mind in this condition is no good. I need to keep myself occupied. I need to keep myself occupied.

Life is Elsewhere will be performing at Singapore Street Festival on the 5th n 13th of June, 820pm n 745pm at Cathay Cineleisure and Faber Hourse Park respectively. Come down and lend your unsupport.

I hate PCs. Always jumping around to the wrong window. Last night I couldn't sleep and I just entered the denail stage. In and out in just a whisk. Disappeared when I fell asleep. Fast eh? Why does she hate me?
"She fucking hates me...yea yea yea." - Puddle of Mudd

Anyway I've found it. Juggernaut says: "Cause life is pain. Pain leads to depair. And the only way to neat despair is through rage. And Rage feeds the Juggernaut. Once the Juggernaut feels rage, nothing of this or any world can stop the Juggernaut. The Juggernaut is unstoppable!!!!!!!!!"

Ok. I got a little carried away there. But Juggernaut is cool. But no one knows about him. You know, there are more to comics than being graphic literature. Hulk isn't just a lean, mean, green machine. Spiderman isn't just some kid who can climb walls. Hmmm...think I shall go read some comics.

Guys. Gals. Dudes. Cheesebuns. I'm ok. I think. Seriously. I hope. I'll be fine in the end. I better be. It's just that so many things are, were and going to happen/ing at the same time that I'm totally confused. With band and woman break up. Hanging gigs, music directions, open minded musicians, drummers who will listen, money, job, family, passion and cloged ideas and my freaking scabbing leg. (Hmm..alot about music ah?) It's just mixed emotions, (though all pointing more of less the same way). It's so mixed that I don't feel a thing. Seriously. Probably the main thing I'm feeling now is pain from my freaking scabbing leg, tiredness from working so much and not earning enough and disappointment from...oh...I guess (see above). But perserverance is my game. Like Juggernaut always says....errr...I forgot. I'll go find out and tell you guys the next time. Juggernaut rules man. And a little of Hulk. And Spiderman.

Thanks for putting up with me and being there guys. SSF is for you. And you and you and you....(Go see Tiramisu live in action to understand what just happened).

I hope during SSF gig I kenna electrocuted real bad and die. That'll be the way to go.

News headline
Life is Elsewhere's bassist who decided to pick up guitar for egoistical reasons only know to himself died while performing for Singapore Street Festival. He was gazing when the connection in his jack was loose. His cheap shoes did not provide a good enough conductor and now his familly is suing the organizers for millions which they will recieve within 6 months and will live happily ever after without having to worry if he's found a job yet or not.

Power right? What a way to go man. All problems solved.

Everyone changes. It's so sad. Friends become total stranges and total strangers become friends. Found passions are lost and lost passions are found. This cycle goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and .......It's so sad.

I just bought 12 CDs for $12 at Citylink's HMV. Don't bother. All the good ones have already been taken. BY ME!!! And my legs are stiff, sting and can't bend cos the scabs are always getting fresher as I pull/peel the guaze out. And my tunes are getting along nicely, I think. If only I can get better musicians.

Me and the other just ended. It started clean, became ugly and ended messy. Funny I don't feel anything. Oh well. She's happy. Her boat or goat as she likes it to be called is floating. I'm not bugging her anymore. I guess it turns out alright for everyone. And yes. I know I'm pathetic and shallow.

I can't help about the shape, I can't sing and my legs are thin.
Don't ask about the way I feel, I might not have the answer that you want me to.

Follower by riff and super extravagant solo.

Zakk Wylde is the way to go.

I could do with a smoke and some company now. Ironically the company I need is her. Damn it. Just get out.

Sunday is a long way from today.
It's almost yesterday so I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

I guess never expect too much from anyone. I did and the outcome is never what I hoped it to be. There's another thing, Hope. We need hope to drive us. To give us aim. To keep us going. But it is hope that'll kill us. I think.

Well-a done everyone. Thank you people for making my day/life as it is now. I thank ou i thankoi itankou..

Got this off...uhmmmmm.....welllanyway..here it is.

At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25 cars that got 1000 mi/gal." Recently General Motors addressed this comment by releasing the statement "Yes, but would you want your car to crash twice a day?" and also noted the following consequences of GM imitating Microsoft:
1. Every time they repainted the lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.
2. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.
3. Occasionally, executing a maneuver would cause your car to stop and fail and you would have to re-install the engine. For some strange reason, you would accept this too.
4. You could only have one person in the car at a time, unless you bought "Car95" or "CarNT". But, then you would have to buy more seats.
5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast, twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.
6. The Macintosh car owners would get expensive Microsoft upgrades to their cars, which would make their cars run much slower.
7. The oil, gas and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single "general car fault" warning light.
8. New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.
9. The airbag system would say "are you sure?" before going off.
10. If you were involved in a crash, you would have no idea what happened.

I'm tired.

I just had anger-stress masturbation. It's a dirty job but someone had to do it

I guess Life is Elsewhere will not be playing. But if they do, it'll be under a different line-up and different genre and...basically everything will be different. I'll see if i can salvage something up within these 2 weeks. If not then BOOM! Anyone can have it.

I have a bag fetish. Not very strong but I still like bags. I have loads of rubbish bags and they are collecting dust and taking up space at home. Time to time, I get a bag mood and I use a certain bag for a long period of time. Army field pack. Big black bag. Sling recce bag. Sling net bag. etc. The bag mood now is the big black bag. Before this was the army field pack. When I get home. I normally just place (throw) my bag on the floor. It pisses my mom off (she always tells me to put the bags I'm not using in the spare room which I never do because I'm always "using" the bags If you know what i mean. Come on, you'll never know when I need them right?) but I managed to shove it to the corner so it doesn't take up so much space. The worst period will be the bag mood transitional period. That's when the previous bag I was using is shoved to the side and the current bag I'm using is next to it, and because my room (which I share with my brother) is kinda errr...unspacious, next to usually means the center of the floor. Anyway, the contents of my bags are usually stuffs I put in but never take out unless I need them. E.g. plastic bags, fliers, plastic bottle rims, dead batteries, fox-hole markings and so on.

A few days back, I discovered that my mom put the last bag, which is the army field pack, I was using into the spare room (as usual). BUT, this time, the contents of the bag were on the table. I see my lighters (I'll just say I use them for work), dead batteries, my notepads, green camo paint, supa-glue in small zip lock bag. I was thinking, oh well, I guess my brother may be using the bag oh my mom or my dad could have cleaned out my bag.

Here's the catch. I didn't give it much thought and I left it as it was for almost a week. Untill today, or right now as I was coming home in a cab I shared with Alice and Jango after watching Matrix Reloaded. All a sudden it hit me. I had a box of condoms in a Watson's plastic bag in the army field pack. As soon as I got back, I looked in my bag and nope, it wasn't in there. Oh my, oh my, oh my. Now the question is WHO? threw it away because it's no where in my room. No one said anything to me either. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. The point I'm getting to is, there isn't a point. It's just that it only occured to me after so long. Oh well.

Sorry. My mistake.

Life is Elsewhere will be playing at the Singapore Street Festival on the 5th of June, Thursday at 8:20pm at Stage D: Cathay Orchard Cineleisure AND on the 13th of June at 7:45pm at Stage A: Faber House Park

Then again....maybe we might not.

Life is Elsewhere will be playing at the Singapore Street Festival on the 5th of June, Thursday at 8:20pm at Orchard Cineleisure.

Or maybe we won't be in the end.

My sweet baby cakes is the most wonderful person in the world. I think about her evvvveerrrryyy day. She makes me smile.

Different ways I greet different people on ICQ

examples
Bee Dees! : cheesebun!
Manic Jango : dude!
Toughcock : dey

Which category do you belong to?

Question: I want my girl but does she want me?

I didn't know Puna pronounced poo-nah was a word. I came across it in the Microsoft Word's dictionary.

puna see altitude sickness

I though we made it up in camp describing basically anything. Good. Bad. Stupid. Smart. Whatever.
e.g.
You puna lah!
Eh, the feller damn puna ah.
Solid! That was damn puna!

Taken from Dictionary.com

puna
\Pu"na\, n. [Sp., of Peruv. origin.] A cold arid table-land, as in the Andes of Peru.

and CancerWEB's On-line Medical Dictionary

Altitude sickness

A condition that results from prolonged exposure to high altitude.

Symptoms include a continuous dry cough, shortness of breath, poor exercise tolerance, dizziness, headache, sleep difficulty, anorexia, confusion, fatigue and a rapid pulse.

Treatment includes the immediate movement to a lower altitude. Prophylaxis has been accomplished successfully with the use of acetazolamide (Diamox).

(27 Sep 1997)

So half the members of Life is Elsewhere is sort of leaving. They're gonna try with other people and see what's gonna happen cos apparently there's a musical chemistry problem and we're about to hit a brick wall so they wanna avoid it before we reach it. It's still gonna be us but if they find the someone else who's gonna work out, they're gonna have to pull out their songs. We'll still jam and all, but to me, I guess it'll be different. I guess Aaron's songs were the ones to jump-start what we are today, so far. I was hoping once we're all settled down we could actually sit down and start contributing a little more and start working as a team, as a band and not as individuals. I guess it's too late for that now. I guess you can put it in another way that I'm not musically good enough to keep up with the rest. It's like having the love of your life telling you, "I think we should see other people. Just to see how things work out." NOT! that that has happened. I certainly hope it doesn't but I guess at some point in time it will. Spoken or not. Fish is away in Japan so he doesn't know what's going on, or maybe he has a rough idea but I'm guessing he'll be too caught up in his work so it's be basically anything to him. So it all comes down to just me. Alone. Again. Maybe it's just me, but I guess I'll just do what i normally do in situations like this, which is Oh Well. I guess Life is Elsewhere ended before it even started. Life, is indeed Elsewhere. I'm guess I'm doing alot of guessing work here. Be thankful it's not gas. Though I hope it is.

I got this off Vanessa's Blog

may 9 dream sequence
I had a dream last night. We were sitting in a car. I think it was the Jeep, because I remember sinking into the leather seats, or just sinking into something pillowy, and dark, and warm. But I've had so many dreams in cars that I'm starting to think it might have more symbolism than I would like it to have. And things are happy, things haven't been so happy in a long time. I'm in the driver seat and he's in the passenger seat and he's looking at me and I'm looking at him and we laugh. Because it's awkward like that, but it isn't an awkward laugh, it's a laugh where you smile first and then laugh.

And then he leans over and kisses me. And I'm really shocked. And I say, "Wow, it's okay. We don't have to talk about this. We won't ever talk about this ever again, but this just happened once and it'll never happen again..." and I'm rambling because I'm nervous. I don't want to ruin things, not now. But it won't happen again.

And he says, "No, it'll happen again, and again, and then some!"

And I'm still shocked, and I'm scared, because I don't know if I should believe him. And I shake my head. And he goes, "Marry me."

And I look at him. And he's smiling.

And then I start sinking. I sink into the seat, I'm crouching because I'm confused. I keep on sinking and then I fall into the seats, into the darkness, into the leather interior and then I lose him and I'm just by myself. And I wake up. And I'm surrounded by pillows and comforters and my comfort blanket and I'm still confused and still so scared.

And then I try to go back to sleep. And I have the dream again. And when I wake up I don't want to go back to sleep. But I don't want to get up. So I start thinking about things and there's no more sleep. But I think I'm still dreaming.


It's so freaking me out that 2 people have the same dreams/ideas/thoughts going on at the same time but at the 2 completely opposite ends.

I guess this is the moment in my life I've been dreading the most. Everything, and I literally mean everything is falling apart. Nothing is working out and I'm losing everything that actually keeps me alive and sane. Soon I'll be dead and crazy. No. I think crazy first then dead. Waitaminute...I'm already half mad. I guess I'm half way there, or should it be 1/4 since I'm half mad and crazy is halfway to death. Flibberghastaganatious man.

This is my cheesebun.

There's only half her face because she's a cheesebun. I love her more than anything else. Well...I think my bass may put up a good fight but we're all equal. Just like her and my bass, me and We Are On. We Are On is her horse btw.

She's got delayed at the border for a total of I think 5 1/2 hours. She's there already and settled down in a hotel but she's lonely. I miss her. I hope she gets her routine down so that she'll be occupied with her stuff and won't have to feel lonely.

Her float's at 0900hrs. She's gonna be up around 0700hrs or earlier. It's 0117hrs. She's had around at least 8 hours or less sleep. She's tired and scared and stressed. She sounds tired and scared and stressed. I keep telling her it'll turn out O.K. and everything will be fine. I'm worried for her. I miss her. I got to see her last on Wednesday. It's 0121hrs. I'm worried and scared for her. I feel this lump in my throat and a weight in my chest. Breathing is hard. I can't sleep. I don't understand why I'm feeling like that. I'm sitting in my room without the lights on because it's broken. It's not helping. I wanted to buy her flowers before she left. Actually just a simple rose. I didn't get a chance. I guess I was too afraid. I got a little toy horse (she likes horses) and 9 CDs I burnt for her. It's 0126hrs. I still feel the same. I'm throat still lumps up and the weight in my chest is now in my stomach. I'm worried and scared and stressed for her and I miss her. I can't do anything now. I shall try to drown myself in my sleep. It won't be easy cos it's hard to force yourself to go under. It's 0128hrs and I'm worried and scared for her. I miss you.

This I like, stolen from RedSky's blog.

"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the American Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon.' Need I say more?"

- Chris Rock

My heart hurts again. Damnit what's wrong with me? I must be in love. Sucks man.

SMS between Gwenn...and me.

Gwenn...: ....then gonna meet Steven the beave
Me: lol! I tot beaves are for pussies? Hairy beaver all?
Gwenn...: Ya lah, Steven is a pussy what.

See Grouse Rally for details.

At night, it always feels worst. I need to work more night shift so I can keep my mind pre-occupied. But then, I'll just delay it and I'll end up sleeping at like 5am instead. Oh well.

I'm gonna die a lonely man.

My heart yearns for the woman I love, but....

Sean! How am I gonna contact you!!!!!!!

I slept at like 630AM and wow! I'm up early today. Early in a looonng time and ...

It's a beautiful day......
If you look up in the air
you can see the sky...
It's a beautiful day....
If you stare at the sun
you will burn your eyes.....

It's a beautiful day
Look up... the sky it's coming down

I totally get Volvo Driving Mom.

I sent out a job application and this is what I got.

Thanks for the interest in the application of the
position. I'm sure you're aware of the industry being
badly hit by the SARS outbreak and economy has not
started to pick up. We won't be considering your
application due to the high expected salary

Reply
I totally understand about the economy and SARS and all those rubbish but don't you think it's unfair to reject my application simply based on a high expected salary? I would have expected at least an interview for a chance to show you what I have to offer AND THEN, we talk money. Salaries are always negoitable. Companies always bring down expected salary but they never raise them. I hope you would consider my appication a second time and this time take a look at my qualifications and listen to what I have to offer. Thanks

Well, I got another shot at the job now.

Why did I treat you so bad? Where did I go wrong? What's wrong with me? What the hell am I doing?

Everything's not very fine at the moment.

I got this of err..some website. If you wanna know where, just ask.

Whether the cause is a previous night of drinking or a big lunch, the outcome is the same: Farts.
Seventy percent of the time, we can dispense freely. The other 30% of the time, such as at work, we have some tough decisions to make. This document is intended to help you in those decisions.

Holders - The obvious choice is just plain holding it in. A popular choice among the females and an almost impossible choice for males. I am not in favor of holding, as I believe the medical community has not done enough research about the long-term damage of holding. Really, where does it go if you hold it in? So be forewarned, using this tactic is to be done at your own risk.

Desk Jockey - When deciding to release right at your desk, one has many factors to consider:
- Do you have your own office? Feel free to fart at will risk free. After commencing, I highly recommend locking the door and feigning you are not in the office to avoid any unwanted visitors. I also highly recommend against spraying air freshener, as the smell of the freshener is a dead giveaway. Candles are a good alternative solution for the females.

- Are you seated at a cubicle or open desk? If so, one has to consider the proximity of the other workers and the density of workers in the area. If it is just you and one other person in the area, there is nowhere to place the blame. If others are fairly distant to you, the smell will dissipate by the time it reaches the others on all but the most egregious of days. There is always the chance of dispensing at higher decibels than anticipated due to the highly unstable nature of farts. In these most unfortunate situations, you will have to use cover up sounds such as scraping your heal on the floor. I recommend practicing making sounds covering a wide range of tones and pitches in anticipation of such an event. Dropping objects such as staplers, binders and tape may not produce a similar sound, but if done in rapid succession could distract others from the initial event.

Meetings: - Sometimes the urge strikes at the most inopportune time. Meetings and gas really do not mix. Releasing at a meeting is by far the trickiest of all the situations one could find oneself in. Although I am against holding in general, a meeting may be the time for it. It really depends if you have established baseline farts before the meeting. This will give you a sense of the decibel and scent level of what is to be expected. Warning: Do not ever use a meeting as the place to establish a baseline. Of course none of the above applies if you are meeting with vendors. You have free reign to do whatever you like.

Aisle Walker: - Releasing while walking around the office is a popular option. By the time the scent disseminates, you should be nowhere near the scene of the incident. The added benefit is that if the release is done at higher decibels than anticipated, you can break out into an all out sprint thereby fleeing the scene before others even look up to notice.

Broom Closet: - One option is to find a broom closet and release inside the closet. The only drawback is explaining why you were in the broom closet if you are caught entering or leaving the closet. I found stashing stationery supplies in the closet provides a nice excuse. People will love you for informing them about the backup stationery supply cabinet. Of course, you then have to find another closet, as your original place will become too risky.

And remember, if you're workplace has many open flames, you are on your own.

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i'm a loner alright, but I wish I got that cool Symbiote suit. Wish wish wish

So anyone wants to move out? Anyone? Doors are never locked in Canada, Big money in US, err...Uk's kinda expensive but LONDON'S CALLING!!!! We can walk down Abby Road like the Beatles, and be butt naked like RHCP. Anyone? Chuncky peanut butter, fruit loops. chrispy creme (is that how you spell it Sean?), White Castle, Ice Hockey, Buffalo burgers. Salmon fishing. Alaska and the Aurora Borealis? Peeing in the snow. Anyone?

Ahhh...part 2

Another month has passed and I'm still nowhere. if I can find a few others who'd want to move out and are crazy about teflon, pancakes and half-filled OJs, I'd jump for it. But then, I think again. Will teflon be the same here or somewhere else? Then I'll have to find like minded crazy ass people who like to work hard but lazy around too and convince them to go to one of them beeg countries in the west. But waitamin, they don't have prata at 3am in the morning...I guess kebabs will do.

Ahh....this whole week has been work, work and work. and I'm still broke. Sucks. I really need a full-time job. Something with a regular pay. I'll take any job. Night-time security guard can? Maybe I go be taxi-driver. Damn it! i dun even have enough money to take taxi license. If only I have my bike license. I can go work delivery.

I Want

Damnit. I need a drive. I wanna go to Canada cos they dun lock their doors there. I want a house with a garage so I can jam there everyday. I wanna buy my own groceries and cook my own food with a nice frying pan and a hot plate and burn my food but I'm the one eating it so who cares. I wanna be able to eat fruit loops in the morning and leave my spoon in the bowl in the cupboard after washing up like Seinfeld. I wanna be able to blast my muisc loud enough so that I can hear it while I'm taking a shower. I wanna have a nice book shelf so I can line my books up nicely and only I can touch them. I wanna have a nice reading corner in the toilet with comics so that I can read the funnies while taking a dump and not worry about things. I wanna be able to turn on the TV at night after a hard day's work so I can relax with mindless entertainment. I want a couch. Two seater please. I wanna be able to wear my shoes in the house and not take them off at the door. I wanna be able to go out anytime I want, have late night supper talking about mind blowing stuffs and come home anytime I want. I wanna be able to sit at the driveway and smoke my day away. I wanna have nice cool OJs in a semi-tall but not narrow glass. It has to be half filled only. I wanna eat burritos for dinner when I feel like it. I wanna be able to blow smoke out of my mouth into the dark night sky and watch the smoke drift slowly away from my mouth. I wanna have a dog that I will run side by side with me without a leash when i go running (not jogging). I wanna have a punching bag so I can beat the crap out of it when I feel like it. I want.....

I feel like Harry Pothead in the 2nd book Chamber of Secrets

...quote, "He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomach ache." - Rowling, J., K., p.8., Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets., 1998., Bloomsbury., Great Britain.

only it's not Hogwarts that I miss.

She's so smart. She's so cool. She's so nice. She's everything and even more than I every wanted. Everything else is second best. Everything is third best. Everything is nothing compared to her. But....this sucks. Why oh why oh why oh why does shit happens? Isn't it suppose to be err..shit and gets pushed out and flushed away cos it's shit? I mean....it's not something you would wanna keep with you by your side all the time ain't it? Shit sucks. But don't suck shit.

Oh. Bowling For Columbine was nice last night. There was clapping and cheering...I think and all that jazz saying that the audience agrees. I was thinking. Hell...now they're gonna fuck up Canada, maybe Americans won't be so violent anymore after watching that film and gun laws would improve, Hell we're all gonna go to Canada and fuck it up. After the film, everyone was talking about it. The next day when I got up, which is today, didn't feel as jazzy as last night, so I guess it didn't really help. But I love the I don't lock my doors" attitude. I'm going over JUST for that.

Anyone wanna share an apartment with me? Budget about $500/month. tops. I'm not willing to pay that much either but it's just a price cap. Anyone????

Everything is missing, Everything! Why? Cos my parents deicided all of a sudden that my sis and me and my bro should switch rooms. (yea, i share my room with my brother). All of a sudden. I come home and everything is missing. Flark!