magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.

Sunday, February 19, 2006
still partying like its 05

screw the feehike! yong loo lin just gave us 250 million dollars. i don't see why we still have to pay 500 bucks more per term-- don't tell me milo trucks and note printing cost 500*220= 110 000 dollars. we don't even get fresh cadavers. and that's only what the m1s pay, mind you.

life just keeps getting faster and faster. so many things to talk about, so little time.

"my name is paul. don't call me sir, or mr paul. i don't believe in that shit."
my bass teacher's lived the life. he's been playing since 1969, all over the world. he visited china when it was still communist, went to guam and cuba, played for the king of sweden and the sultan of brunei, and jammed in a million and one groups. his band discovered someone called tanya chua, and he's been on life's cover twice (one with tokyo square, one as tanya chua's backup band) and in life itself a couple more times. his file is crammed full of newspaper articles. he's 54 now, and he still plays nights at shangri-la.

"but that's all shit. that's all secondary. what really matters is the music. i'm not in it for the fame, or the money. look at me, i'm an insurance agent by day. music doesn't pay the bills. but it's my life. and hopefully i'm going to show you how to love music too."

-applause- respect this man. respect.

my tennis is improving. the trunk-twisting thing we learnt ("transfer your weight!"--billy and jiaolian) is hilarious and extremely reminiscent of jc. worth every cent of 10 bucks an hour, seriously. and tennis is fun, with fun people spraying powerful shots all over the place (julie), exhibiting damn-pro slices (jason), and pure-luck-smashing onto the baseline (me). even though it poured like mad that day (julie: "we look like we just stepped out of the shower! why is everyone else so dry?!" in the bus).

funorama was awesome, as usual. saw a lot of minds kids enjoying themselves, and for that i am happy. at least the trickets aren't going to waste like in previous years (trust me. when we visited the oldboy BGs, CEOs and consultants, they would whip out 500 bucks on the spot and offer to give back the tickets. scary.) visited 2scfour's games stall, since we never got the chance to do one (because of our awesome hauntedhouse. gu mu forever!) and almost won the hugest stuffed toy! catching pingpong balls with cardboard and spoons. haha. ("only 1 other person's tried for the top prize. and no-one's won it yet. we're going to return them to carrefour and get our money back") and 1scfour's stall. (which involved water, and hoses. very tempting on a boilingly-hot afternoon.) and talking about hauntedhouse: hooray for scfour04! our chinese theme ended up being so bloody successful we counted 2 copycats (boo! to ahblue's xi4 and sd4's mei2 gui4 tang2), none of which could beat the bestest and most creative original, complete with scary introductory video, falling shrines, a 1/2-ton gravestone stolen from across the track, up the bleachers, into the lift, and up another 2 flights of stairs and down into the lt, 26 rolls of duct tape, and most scary soundtrack, run backwards and remixed by yours truly. booya. seriously, 'twas good to see the juniors and absolutely wonderful to just walk around ac and take in the unique combination of moneylust, ennui, and enthusiasm that pervades ac funorama. judging from the sheer volume of tickets changing hands, i'd say kelvyna chan'll be getting a new bmw pretty soon.

canoepolo was a thrill. sad we only get one slot a week. and i still can't control the boat. haha. i am made for land, and i fervently maintain that if god wanted us in the water we'd have fins and gills.

sleepy. and physio is waiting. bleurgh.

+ fictions&fires 11:11 AM

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