WHAT? Elea(moo)nor more betta.

The drive of fun (Ho, 2008) has come and gone way too soon. It's the first, I believe, of many similar ones to come. The inception of the idea/planning dates back to early September. The build-up of excitement has climaxed into an orgasmic 5 days of splendour cum wonder. (I apologise for the slight sexual undertones - David's lousy-theme-park-rides-are-like-one-night-stands analogy must have really gotten to me)


Eleanor guides us.



The FAMOUS (but frankly quite disappointing) Fredo's Pie Shop









What my eyes actually see.





Parting is always difficult.

I give special thanks to:
06 x McWilliams Shiraz
24 x Tooheys Extra Dry
06 x Yalumba Sauvignon Blanc
24 x Michelob Ultra
Quit Pot Mix
Eleanor
The interrupting cow
Bird-Chicken
Random malay guy that appears now and then
The most wonderful Dave+Jia
Jacqueline, my sweetheart

Post-holiday depression has highly disabled my ability to do anything useful. It has been about four 24-hour days since I arrived back in Canberra. The highlights:

Mon - martini; beer
Tue - skipped the second half of my lecture; instant noodles; The Godfather II
Wed - pizza; chilli fries; beer
Thu - panic attack due to impending deadlines (and imminent doom); The Godfather III

Next, Illawarra and Jamberoo. Ooooooohh. Yeahhhhhh.

Where have you been...?

i get lost, sometimes.

Note to self.

Love:
my family.
Jacqueline Ye.
electric toothbrushes.
after-too-much-wasabi effect in nose.
teenage mutant ninja turtles.
batman.
low-carb beers.
wedges with sweet chili and sour cream.
burger king when it is called burger king.
keeping my phone and music-playing functions seperate.
shopping on ebay.
mighty muggs.
holga shots when they turn out right.
tortoises/turtles.
animals in a fight (except tortoises/turtles).
the post-run high.
the other kinds of high.
boxer briefs (otherwise called square undies).
anything that comes in a set.

No love:
wearing non-identical socks.
consumer dissonance.
cockroaches.
losing my pens.
having a messy underpants drawer.
referencing for essays.
having long nails.

Love > No love.
Therefore, is good.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday

It's here.

The long wait, the white knuckles, the gnashing teeth, the abated breath - over.

In those days my mind often leaves me to the mundane physical chores and goes about its own holiday. I fail miserably at my attempts to anchor it to something sweet. In retrospect, this event (failed anchoring) happened not because of the lack of quality or effort of my attempts, but the lack of stimulus in my environment for which my mind can comfortably return to. Even food does not suffice.

Regardless, let I not dwell on mine past, lest mine kebabs taste not so shiok tomorrow.

Friday I'm in love

There. Wine + The Cure (transported via headphones to my deranged mind) + Sunday afternoon with lots of school work.

Drunk and eating Mie Goreng on a Sunday afternoon

LAST DAY OF AUGUST! Let's see what alcohol does to me on a Sunday afternoon with a mid-semester exam looming the following day.

Bliss. Even if only for awhile.

It's funny how you can miss someone even when they're sitting next to you. So I profess that loneliness isn't always by company cured.
-Josh Pyke

(Once again, I shall unashamedly use someone else's words as my own. It's a wonderful skill/talent/ability to have - the being able to accurately put into words one's thoughts. In rare cases like mine, where "one's thoughts" can be of food and poo all at the same time and still not make me sick, the above-mentioned skill/talent/ability seems all the more out of reach.)

I'm back in my pre-matrimonial home with my sweetheart. I can't help but feel a melange of happiness, nostalgia, heartbreak, peace, and simple bliss. Weird, I am. Though it is only the start of a new semester, the inevitable reality of the permanent return to Singapore dawns on me daily. Every day I wake up with her beside me is one day lesser for us to spend together. Every day, the happiness and joy is laced with a tinge of sadness and melancholy because I know mornings with her like these won't last forever. For now, at least.

I want time to stand still. Every second that passes is a second lost and a second closer to the inevitable. Yet, without the passing of the second, it is a moment forgone and left to ponder. I tug at both ends of time trying to find a balance, but the only balance to be found is within myself - that of acceptance. I can only use every second given to love you and every second passed to remember our mortality. Time will come swiftly but when it does, I know I'll have no regrets, for loving you and being loved by you is an experience I will never exchange for anything, not even immortality.

So let time come and take us where we need to go, at least I know, I have loved you, and always will.

l.i.f.e

Drunk. Alive. Incapacitated. Happy. Naughty. A pain in the neck. Irritated. Jumpy. Embarrassing. Tired. Dignified. Proud. Spontaneous. Angry. Violent. Rageful. Murderous. Ambitious. Racist. Inquisitive. Loving. Systematic. Uncommon. Useless. Addictive. Confused.

with all my love

This post is dedicated to my loved ones, both friends and family, without whom I will not be who I am today. Okay, so it's not like I'm some accomplished millionaire right now but at least I'm not in jail or lying drunk on the streets somewhere - I think that's something to be thankful about.

I wish I AM some kind of accomplished millionaire, though. That way, I can help my mum pay off her bank loan for the house, help my loved ones who are going through financial troubles, buy my girl the best gifts, own a private jet with my own personal pilot to bring my family to the nicest places on earth, set up an R&D department in my company to design and make cool crime-fighting gadgets/vehicles/body-suits so I can be Batman.

On a more serious note, I need to take my fight on crime to an international level. The kingpins of crime in various countries need to be brought to justice and corrupt authorities should be overthrown. Instead of the bat-signal, I should give police chiefs of various countries (starting on a more regional level) a bat-pager - then they can simply page me.

As I said earlier, this post is dedicated to my loved ones, both friends and family, without whom I will not have such ambitious, glorious dreams. When I become Batman, I will not forget you all. (Especially you my baby, and don't worry, I'll tell you where I'm going and everything. Please don't stay up!)

teenage aftermath

Realisation - this seems to be the theme of my life for now. I was such an asshole.

(A few paragraphs were supposed to appear here instead of what you're currently reading. However, it has been deleted in a fit of anger due to my lack of ability to accurately put into words what's in my head. Words, resurrect!)

like a virgin

I feel like a fifteen-year-old again. This grasping at straws for a purpose/objective/aim of this blog has left me feeling slightly embarrassed and annoyed with myself.

Teen acne = Embarrassment
Teenage angst = Annnoyance with self

Then at the end (a figurative "end") of it, I feel like there isn't really a need for a purpose/objective/aim (much like when you hit 21 and the acne and angst go away), and I just feel plain stupid (like when you hit 23 and think "what an idiot I've been before").

(And then, you hit 30 and look back at when you're 23 and think "I thought I knew what I was talking about back then, but I actually don't have a clue" - just like looking back at what I wrote above and seeing how they don't make sense and suddenly realising this whole virgin post is screwed.)