Saturday Night
It was mind-blowing. It was transcendingly heavenly. It was chocolate dipped bliss in Bailey's Irish cream. It melt, it simmered, it boiled. It was lovely, it was unforgettable, it was... beyond words. The recollection sends shudders down my spine.

School For Seduction
Entertaining at times, overall flimsy plot, things happened all too conveniently. Oh yeah i learned something, the ol' cockney accent is only sexy on beautiful people. On the rest, it's just plain annoying. Kelly Brook's italiano ack-cent is really shit. But wow, she's a slimmer, but no less matched in the boobs department, version of Liv Tyler. Ah but Liv's Lips still makes men imagine nibbling on them and inspires women to shoot up the botox .

Before Sunset
Absolutely phenomenal. I was enthralled with the both of them, Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. Their chemistry mesmerized me. Their wit, candor, verve. They bit their lips and bore their scars. They followed their hearts. They bridged the sensory with the imaginary. They made me feel that feelings were all that mattered. They felt so real. They faught their own fights, and had lost and won at different times. They were the culmination of everything they have been through, on their own and together. It was so sweet.

Last Precipitation
Sunday Jamming - with heavy rain. John, Ina, Kristine and me. The new song is sounding very very lovely now that Ina's sung her parts. Sigh - lovely.

first bike: Red BMX my brother Karl picked from a dumpster, and spruced it up for his stunt use. I just amazed my freinds with the coastal brake, triggers by cycling backward.
first best friend: Samuel Lim in Primary 1 H .
first real memory of something: 2 months old, Karl reading his pri1 reading supplement to me. A Martain goes to the moon to look for freinds but leaves in disappointment finding that it is barren except for craters. Maybe the psychologiccal impact has been stronger than i thought. I still have the photo.
first car: I don't have one. Family used to have an old Honda Accord, ED 170 R
first date: Michelle Wan, sec 2. Can't remember where.
first kiss: Michelle Wan, can't remember where. That's bad. I remember her other ones though.
first job: Sec3, freelance illustration for NTUC income, for a brochure. They photocopied my drawings and returned turned me down for acceptance/payment. I saw my work in a brochure 3 months later.
first screen name: Zeph - and it still is.
first self purchased album: No Doubt, Tragic Kingdom. It still rocks.
first funeral: Waicheong, sat next to me in Sec3. I was really affected.
first pet: Two white dogs, i did't find out their breed... looks like poodle mized with chihuahua and collie looking too. Those fox like faces without the gross poodle snouts/eyes. Lucky and Maymay, Male and female.
first prime minister (or president) you voted for: Will be voting this year.
first piercing/tattoo: Soon... soon
first independent home: BMTC Orion Company Platoon 2 Section 1 Bed 7
first house/flat/apartment: 3 months at Tah Ching Road, no memory. Real home was 17 years at 17 Jalan Intan, Hillview. My childhood and teenhood are in it's walls.
first love: Tara Marie Tan
first enemy: Removed from my mind
first big trip: Sec 1, 16 day Paris/London Art Elective Programme Tour.
first play/musical/performance: Played the father of a dysfunctional family in primary school. Wrote and directed plays/films ever since. First gig, sec 3 Chinese New Year Victoria School Celebrations, bassist for I.H.N.I. and played Zhen Xin Hua by Powerstation. Never played another Chinese song since.
first musician you remember hearing in your house: The Speghetti Incident, Guns and Roses
first cigarette: 17, Marlboro Menthol Lights. No menthol cigs since.
last good cry: Bad cries alot... good cries, rare... can't remember
last library book checked out: TP Library, poly yr 3, Creating Motion Graphics with Adobe Aftereffects
last movie seen: Before Sunset. Fantastic show.
last book read: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, trilogy in 5 parts.
last cuss word uttered: Major Chan is a cunt. oh, Cunt i guess.
last beverage drank: Some lemon syrup drink
last food consumed: Cook house food at School of Logistics
last crush: too long ago, insubstantial
last phone call: Last night, Tara
last tv show watched: Exorcist 2 on channel 5, last week while playing Shattered Galaxy
last time showered: Last Night
last shoes worn: Army Goretex Boots
last cd played: Muse, absolution. No wait, Sunny Day Real Estate
last item bought: Cheese Prata, prata kosong, JJ Herbal tea, Kent cigs.
last downloaded: a fucking spyware virus.
last annoyance: Major Chan is a Cunt.
last disappointment: Major Chan is a cunt.
last soda drank: Hennesy coke at Zouk Winebar last Saturday.
last thing written: notes on Infantry Intelligence impact on Combat Service Support
last key used: down arrow
last word spoken: sure...
last sleep: last night, but nearly in class earlier
last im: Tara
last sexual fantasy: Two days back
last weird encounter: I don't recall..
last ice cream eaten: 25cent cone from Macs
last time amused: Xun Wu and Lim Shen stealing bits of nasi Lemak from Aaron
last time wanting to die: last week. long story
last time in love: I still am
last time hugged: Tara, wednesday
last time scolded: Major Chan is a Cunt
last time resentful: Major Chan is a Cunt
last chair sat in: office chair on wheels
last lipstick used: halloween
last underwear worn: Tarten boxers
last bra worn: Halloween hehe... but only for awhile
last shirt worn: Monks Hill singlet, apart from army no4 uniform
last time dancing: fingers only, in com lab listening to Muse
last poster looked at: Lebron James in Chamber of Fear
last show attended: Bang's play, The Physicists
last webpage visited: Sharnz's Blog

eye poured.
I was told this interesting story the other day that you funky trendy cutting edge coolass iPod owners should know. Winson told me this, who happened to be a good freind of Shane, his Alpha Wing platoon mate and Guitarist for Potential Problem, who in turn is but of course close to this guy who was a clerk, CO's PA, and happened to be serving gaurd duty at School Of Logistics where Winson and I have been going to, who was Potential Problem's Bassist.

Right. So this guy, the Bassist, owns an iPod. It's really nice i hear, i've never held one because all the iPod's i've come across with have either been bolted down to acrylic display boards, or snatched out of sight by freinds with tendencies to accuse others of envy/jealosy.

So on an iPod, apparantly, is one button and one dial. How Minimalistic. Internal rechargeable batteries don't even show any clue as to where the power comes from. You don't turn it on or off. Just a tap on your universal button brings it to life, and the dial is all you need to tell it what to do. All this, encased in a lovely fruity coloured plastic shell of dubious protection.

Aha, but why do i say dubious protection?

Because Winson, Shane and this Bassist guy takes a bus one day, Winson tells me one occasion after we walk past the Bassist guy serving duty at the gaurdhouse. The iPod owning Bassist guy sits down on the bus seat, and in an unfortunate twist of fate or trousers, his 2month old iPod slipped from his pant pocket and fell to the floor. It slipped from when the guy was just seated, so the height would be an approximate knee length measured from the bus floor to the seat, oh and the height of this guy's bum.

His fruity coloured iPod suffered from the fall. It froze without dropping below zero d'celsius. It jammed without a band. It hung without a noose. No amount of dialing and buttoning would jolt his poor iPod from carrying out it's equivalent of a paused video impersonation.

The Fatal Flaw: it's lovely Minimalistic design had only one dial, and one button. There was no archaic and outdated items like the out-of-style ON/OFF switch, or the somewhat more advanced but still uncool POWER button. When your handphone hung, you'd turn it off and then on it again. But you can't with an iPod.

But since we've been equating the solutions with handphones, what about removing the batteries and putting it in again to reset? We'd do that to HPs that wouldn't react to the on/off button. Alas, the fruity coloured iPods were bolted shut, with the bolts hidden, and even if it were open the rechargable battery was internal, noone knew the extent of disassembling would be needed to off the iPod this way.

And so, my poor freind's freind's freind, that Bassist Guy, stared at his frozen/jammed/hung iPod all the way to camp, then for the week, till the next weekend to book out and send it to the Apple shop.



AGood on you, those that bought the Creative Zen player, or better yet traded your iPod for it last week :) I'm sticking to CDs all the way...

Skip in my Step

Last night Sid went out of camp to meet Tara and give her her gift... he was delighted that she was delighted. They sat at a void deck near her block and talked for 3 hours before he had to return to camp. It was lovely. Sidney now walks with a smile and a skip in his step.

Woe is me

Sidney has foolishly overlooked connecting the dots. Tara had asked him not to come to the airport to pick her up. But both Tara and Sidney were counting down to this day. Sidney waited with bated breath for the moment he could be whole again… and only today did he realize it would not happen. It won’t happen today, nor tomorrow. Sunday is church and family day. Sidney is very sad, very disappointed, and feeling very very foolish.

With an empty day and an emptier soul, he milled around on the net, in clementi estate, at the kopitiam… till Keith took him for a run. The two ran from the mrt to Terence’s place across the AYE, back to the interchange, to toh tuck area, Bukit timah Beautyworld, Ngee Ann poly, sunset way, and back to the MRT again. The runn was an hour and a half long, with 20mins of walking, so I estimate the distance covered to be about 15km.


Sid is grateful for Keith’s insane fixation on physical fitness, for it let Sidney feel exclusive physically tired instead of emotionally unbalanced for an hour and a half.

Fear, Humour and Fun
Bought a Casio Exilim 4mgpx digicam… and I love it!

Met up with Jason to go to Zouk – I had the scariest cab ride in my life! The driver seemed like a man in his late seventies, his had was shaking so much the cab was wobbling in and out of the lanes… he was hard of hearing, and a really slow driver (for which I was thankfully considering the amount of wobbling the cab was doing) He was so frail We were worried he’s die on the wheel with his foot on the accelerator…

He had a great many scary antics, that when it came to the time I had to alight, I just had to take a pic with him J


Before I even entered zouk, I saw jasmine walking out and I said a hi… then I realized it was a mistake. Hehe no lah, she was totally drunk and collapsed into me trying to give me a hug… which meant I had to keep her from vomiting on me while carrying her dead weight to the riverside for recuperation… eventually she knocked out for good and then I could go into zouk hehe…


It was Suresh’s bday, and upon his arrival he was already drunk… yet he insisted on opening a bottle. Haha, the music was unusually good, really, and for those who know how much I hate house music, you’d realize a glimmer of how good the music was. And the women were mind-blowingly hot… gosh

There whole IMD junior gang was there, from Adam charm yip mavis to lalat and jen(?)


Alas, I was too tired to party on and I left at one fifteen coz after the 7km run earlier in the evening, the third for this week, I am poofed.

Tara lands in Singapore later today!!! Joy!

Saturday
Had a fantastic Saturday at Sentosa. My bro's gang had the works: big ass hi-fi powered by a car battery, coolers of 100plus, and an entire beach volleyball court with the setting up tools... they just found a spot and made it theirs! And hammocks and scoreboards and not to forget tanning oil.

I played for hours, the weather was beautiful, which was surprising coz it's been raining all week in the late afternoons. There were hot bods everywhere, good music thumping, and the salty zephyrs of the sea totally lovely. lovely lovely lovely.

Sunday
went to RESFEST in the afternoon, and was awed, thrilled and inspired by the digital films. The molecule thin cutting edge of motion graphics left me without my head or appendages as it totally blew me away. Serene was very sweet in getting me a discount and tons of great freebies (RES Magazine, GettyImages DVD which i just watched and is so amazing, free tickets to the RESFEST closing party but too bad didn't go, no freinds free). Thank you Ser!

Went jamming with what looks like Last Transmission again.Was so happy to see Ina again, I didn't get to really be freinds with Ina and Kenneth very much we weren't together very long and we didn't hang out much. I'd like to know them better and be better freinds - both of them are such talented musicians and seem like amazing individuals in their own right. Ina had a nice skirt today, plaid with 3 buckles on the side. I didn't know that John and Ina read my blog, but now that i do, let you guys know I'm not saying all these to pay lip service! I refuse to be affected by imagining who reads my stuff... so that those that diss my feelings don't bother me hehe.

LT is looking in good shape i must say, i'm very joyful about it.

I just spoke to Tara and asked her if she could help transcribe our new song's keyboard parts to scores or notes. It'd help us audition for a keyboardist and keep us forgetting. And if the Tara or the rest approve of each other, I'd like for her to tryout with LT. Tara's shy lah, but i know she's got what it takes. I asked her to check out Sunburn and Am I Wry? No. to get a feel for the LT songs before John can teach her. We could jam those too.

We just ended talking on MSN, she'll be back in 5 days! Woohoo! she's so endearing, here's an excerpt of our conversation:

Fritti Tailchaser says:
should I go eat something?
Fritti Tailchaser says:
I should wait till morning no?

Last Transmission! says:
go sleep... morning have a heavy bfast

Fritti Tailchaser says:
I can't sleep
Fritti Tailchaser says:
haven't finished work yet

Last Transmission! says:
drink alot of water!
Last Transmission! says:
or milk
Last Transmission! says:
milk will really help
Last Transmission! says:
i al;so hungry... resisting!

Fritti Tailchaser says:
the only milk in the house is NOn fat
Fritti Tailchaser says:
I will not drink i
Fritti Tailchaser says:
*it
Fritti Tailchaser says:
We will resist together

Last Transmission! says:
u wont drink non fat milk!?!?!?!?!

Transfer of "01 Am I Wry- No.wma" is complete.

Fritti Tailchaser says:
it's non fat
Fritti Tailchaser says:
doesn't taste like milk

Last Transmission! says:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fritti Tailchaser says:
it's bluff milk
Fritti Tailchaser says:
pirated milk
Fritti Tailchaser says:
from JB
Fritti Tailchaser says:
hehehehehehehehhehehee

Last Transmission! says:
you are so cute u know. you really really are so adorable

Fritti Tailchaser says:
wanabe milk
Fritti Tailchaser says:
eehheehheheeheheheeee

Last Transmission! says:
only originals for u?

Fritti Tailchaser says:
that is cute? why?
Fritti Tailchaser says:
hehehehehee

Last Transmission! says:
it's still milk wat!

Fritti Tailchaser says:
nono, only original if it affects my tastebuds

Last Transmission! says:
it was from a cow, then they filtered away the fat

Fritti Tailchaser says:
it's like fat-free cheese
Fritti Tailchaser says:
where is the fun in eating it if it tastes so bland?

Last Transmission! says:
you insist on drinking fat milk anf then u complain u fat!

Fritti Tailchaser says:
I admit that alot of it is psycological

Last Transmission! says:
yar i agree, but non fat milk not so bad wat
Last Transmission! says:
i know decaf coffee not nice

Fritti Tailchaser says:
if I didn't know it was nonfat
Fritti Tailchaser says:
I may not taste the diff

Last Transmission! says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAH

Fritti Tailchaser says:
especially since I don't drink milk often
Fritti Tailchaser says:
but what I dunno won't kill me
Fritti Tailchaser says:
if I know it's fat free however, I feel it can't be good
Fritti Tailchaser says:
hehehehehehe

Last Transmission! says:
you are so cute!!! AARRRGGHH... i love it

Fritti Tailchaser says:
I can't rely on my sense of smell to tell me what to taste afterakk
Fritti Tailchaser says:
*afterall
Fritti Tailchaser says:
ehehheheheeee
Fritti Tailchaser says:
hmm....hows that cute??
Fritti Tailchaser says:
I'm so hungry!!!!!!

Last Transmission! says:
drink non fat fake pirated milk
Last Transmission! says:
mock milk
Last Transmission! says:
fakemilk. FILK
Last Transmission! says:
have some Filk

Fritti Tailchaser says:
ewwwwwww
Fritti Tailchaser says:
it doesn't exactly sound much better put that way
Fritti Tailchaser says:
:P

Last Transmission! says:
Got Filk?
Last Transmission! says:
Dont Cry Over Spilt Filk

Fritti Tailchaser says:
hehheheeehee
Fritti Tailchaser says:
I won't spill it cos i'm not even going to bother to open the bottle
Fritti Tailchaser says:
hheheheheheee

equilibriumized
I was two days ago.

just so soon two days later, uncertain uncertainty.

off on a tangent
Handphone
Palmtop
Laptop
Digicam
Watch
MP3Playa
Shoes
Bag
KickAssSpikkers

Which one? I think Digicam is very high on the list.


Perpendicular topic
Got three gifts for Catgirl. All nightmareb4Xmas stuff. Am i getting boring? It's super cool though, the gifts. Hey if i give her the gifts, she's gifted. Gifted-ed. blah.

it's killing me. i feel like i have no choice but to kill it to stay alive. but i fear that i'd have nothing left to live for.

ah fuck. this will stop.

The Observatory

Maybe i'm too much of an observer. Inside, there's no insight in sight. I know great writing when i read it, great art when i see it, great people when i experiance it. But I can't seem to do anything great with my writing, my art, and myself.

I'm an analyst. I can break down what's great about your stuff, and put it tactfully where can be improved on. Heck I can even do it to my work, my psyche... but i can't seem to create the things i want. Yes i give myself the benefit of the doubt, i do succeed once in a long while in doing something cathartic and pure, but it's been happening as often as a concerned Singaporean helping a distressed fellow citizen - near to nothing.

Maybe i'm too third person, too mindful, looking too much into things. Maybe i should just be free and let my whims take me where it does. indulge in the moment more.

Since the heavy drinking recurred, I've been feeling more and more fuzzy-minded. I don't feel as sharp as i used to. My thoughts are like blurred shapes, i'm grasping to hold the trains together but they keep going like multi-carraige pileups.

I fight all the time. I fight the ennui, verve sapping fatigue of life. I'm glad i win sometimes, i forget the fight. then time passes inevitably, like the naunces of connotation from the words that pass my ears, that i should've caught but i didn't, or didn't want to, then i fight again.

sometimes it's bitter, sometimes it's bittersweet. but i do win sometimes. sometimes.

guess i'm feeling down these days. maybe my freinds' complicated lives are rubbing their woes on me. perhaps it's the resurgence of sidney circa 1999 . It could even be that i've become feeble minded, and that gnawing need for Tara is chomping my perspectives away.