this post..

this post would not be so difficult if the surrounding icons on this page were in Chinese. okay i may speak Chinese but not read it. i thought i have been trying to change it somehow won’t comply. so i will just have to deal with it and try my bestest to read through the Chinese.

stills was quite the event to behold. but then again it might be the events that happened before that was exciting. ok let me explain this. we were late for the event. and quite fashionably i must say. its not that we wanted to be early also. cos the main aim was that we go there for the drum n bass and to see ping’s boyfriend play. and so in we came where the crowd had already settled in, we haven’t. it was something to get use to. but we soon eased into things. and were enjoying some great drum n bass. so i am here to say that i am now a convert. officially.

its time to start on the projects that were chucked into one corner.

hey i got my photo taken while at stills too as can be seen.

brimming with antipication

i write this in the middle of the night as my computer has sadly died on me. and i do not of i should send that old junk for repairs or just let it be the old junk that it is. thus i sit here in the wee hours of the morning trying to hurry up this post. for fear that my brother may just return from whatever rendezous he is in.

whilst i type this i try to get songs from which suddenly has popped into my head. i am pretty excited about stills later. it sounds like its gonna be a great event. so yup.

this week has been not to shabbily came gone and spent. had a ball planning muffin madness for sam and playing monopoly at brose’s house. i am contented i must say almost like after every satisfying meal. and satisfied i was when we dined at cha cha cha. the food’s good but a little overpriced i must say. but oh well they need to earn the rent and pay the workers.

work was a-okay i must say. i actually enjoyed it.

i am tired anyways.

so. mei ming signing off here.

haiku of sorts

ever so adamantly you pull out that smile
and place it upon your ill-sunken face.
true happiness has sunken in titanic proportions.

a little haiku of sorts there for your kind consideration. it is a little project i had concocted to keep my mind off my ringing headache. the original intention was that i work the hours that would entitle me what little money they had placed on the platter. but my plans had fallen through into abysmal depths of disappointment. and the clock now shows that time has fallen into its early mornings. i am still seated in this upright position trying to knead this post into right shape. it seems that my thoughts are in a jumble of high inspirations. spinning and spinning, tumbling and tumbling. till it lets out a sharp ping! so thus it does signify that whatever filthy shit that is inside is cleaned through and through. then i lay out my clean laundry for all to view. its a little like washing your dirty laundry in public, but not quite. my lids seems to be heavy. tis’ time to post piping words for all to view. i shall recede into the pages of vanity fair till i stumble into sleep.

satisfactory satisfation

i have always thought that letterboxes for me, are exciting. there is a sense of not knowing what might be inside that box that is meant for you. but at the same time there maybe sad news and heart wrenching pieces of paper for you. i have had my fair share of experiences opening the letterbox. just a thing i had with opening letterboxes. my two cents worth.

a scene where u had one to many cigerattes and u are spitting spit out uncontrollably. and when u place your hands near your nose and realised that the smell of masala thosai and papadums have dissapated and in its place is the thick smell of tobacco. that was my scene yesterday.

little india was our food paradise yesterday. we indulged in the spicy wonders of indian food and got our hands ‘dirty’ with its delicious wonder. thats the way i like my indian food to be. when u had one too many spices your bowels will move and what happens next would be called a bowel cleansing. then a pleasant sojourn to the harbourfront ensued. it was in the plans that we do a little club hopping but i was not dressed for it. so i was banned from entering the clubs cos apparently they had house rules and dress codes.

then a swap happened due to a stroke of genius my friend had. its not something that i would say was wrong. but it was a crazy idea that had materialized into a successful one. i ain’t going into details. but it was suffice to allow me an entry pass to the clubs.

we stumbled upon a club called gotham penthouse. though the name suggests emo punk rockers with thick eyeliner that made them look like pandas, it was the total opposite. it was actually in my opinion, where children of expats hang out. there was a huge dosage of white skinned people or those who have thick accents. the club also reminded me of batman. must be the name.

i was supposed to do a post on shoes. but the pictue i had intended to put up had errors. so there goes my post.

i have said enough.

ming.

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admiration to those who can blog almost everyday. i think its not an easy task to plan what to blog everyday. i always have thoughts built up in my mind during the day but always disintegrates into the night sky when i re-enter upon my home. so i only blog sporadically. or when the occasional inpiration high hits upon me and i refuse to let it go.

okay. so let me see. my weekend has been pretty much spent in the clubs. and maybe i am a sucker for such evenings. but when u go on such escapades with empty pockets it always leaves u feeling like a fool. how so? the fact that u can’t spend more money on getting drinks. okay i sound like a damned alcholic now. but i swear its part of the night. and whats worse when u get into a club with bad music and worst bad management, oh u need the drinks to help u drown out such bad things.

what am i talkin about? my night at rav. this low level club that is pretty okay at the beginning but suck ass after a few more patronization. i am just merely showing how i feel about it. and part of their “suck assness” is the lousy management (i.e. this china bitch). talk about being a door bitch. she epitomises the term perfectly. and this is just an understatement. no wonder rav gets no profits. i think they are survivng only because of its gay profits. this is so because rav is an official gay hangout after three. so yea for the gay crowd. i am not caring that much cos its the last time i’m ever stepping into that club.

the night was split into two. the first half ended at 3am. still itching for more music and booze, we decided to head down to devil’s bar after much persuasion. the bar though sounds like one, is one but it has the club aspect to it too. and boy was it packed! it was packed beyond words and sardines. and it was filled with “mats”. and getting “matt-raped” many times was not in the plans. but oh well. we had still managed to have our meagre amount of fun and booze. we stayed until closing though. what a surprise huh. then took the train home and crashed at 9 am in the morning and awoke at 3pm and realised its sunday and its been wasted quite badly already. lucky for me i have no bad hangover to report off.

so i am gonna sign off now and recede to watch an episode of gilmore girls. yay for me!

ailments

okay let me see. i have a throbbing headache and weird back spasms. could my body be ailing to its very death? other than that, i have been progressing well with michael cunningham’s speicmen days. i just finished off one of the six stories in the book. the story was called the children’s crusade. it was i think a criminal thriller-ish kinda story where child suicide bombers go up to strangers and blow them up. and these kids live by the words of a reown poet Walt Whitman. it was an interesting read that i truly enjoyed.

other then that the day progressed on like any other day. i skipped worked on a lousy excuse of being held up at school. but in actual fact i just wanted to chill and catch up with my frens. its that a sin in itself? am i not entitled to such privileges. i can just see those superiors giving disappointing nods. but i do not really give a rats ass about them. i am letting the inner rebel in me rise. cos i am tired and drained of this triangle i am in. home school work. if i could just have a more flexible schedule at work i’d be much better off.

ok i am just having a moment there. this one’s for the people.
i am going to turn in now. for fear i may not be able to awake on the stipulated time i have set for myself. nights to all those stay “uppers”.

thoughts of the day

naked ramblings
of a lost and found soul.

today’s momemtum was ordinary, nothing extraordinary. i managed to finally get myself up from my clean fitted sheets bed and get to work. which i was dreading at first but found that it was actually nice get up early and get to the airport. whilst places are packed full of people the airport was quiet and peaceful. so i quite enjoyed work today. nothing much to type on that. nothin out of the ordinary.

then i went home and i finally caught an episode of gilmore girls!! okay i caught it only half way but i was still contented. i realised everything has moved on so quickly i had a hard time catching up. but soon eased into things.

then i met up with my fren jess dear. and realised the unpredictability of life. one moment its sunshine and roses next are muddy storms and thorns. but things eases out. give it nuturing and warmth.

i had alot to type. but i got kicked off by own train of thoughts.

bogged down by fever

death seems the easy way out when you are in a sickly state. but you know when your time is not up yet.

so yup, my days were spent falling in and out of sleep. it has been terrible days. feeling as though i could never get better. and i do not even know where did i ever get the bug of illness from? could be, the overworking of my body. and i pin my thoughts down on that reason. its like a cycle i think. and i know my body is too frail to take the heavy burden i have self-imposed.

but now i am feeling so much better thank you very much. pills has worked their miracles on me and i have overcome the tirade to be strong again. and i sit here typing events that has been on my mind. i guess u could say i have been missing out on alot. and this could be due to work restrictions. maybe going back wasn’t such a good idea. but then again i do not know. i should pull myself out of this and put myself in a more flexible position.

i do not know what to say anymore. this blankness in my in mind is unacccountable. next time then.