I went to Tantric last night with a very close friend. We had a few drinks - strictly beer and red wine only, because the last time I had two vodka drinks I puked the entire content of dinner out on the sidewalk on my way to the taxi stand - and we dropped by PLAY thereafter, finding ourselves in a whole different company. The crowd at Tantric were mostly lofty and unapproachable and, well, a little aged. Meanwhile at PLAY the patrons were largely, if not all, comprised of younger, bubblier people in their 20's. We even saw two harmless amateur drag queens there with ill-fitting wigs there. Nice try though.
And I got picked up. By an Italian dude in his 30's. And we went up his condo. And... Oh well, you know. Things boys do.
Europeans don't like sleeping in the cold, I find. They sleep without the air conditioners on. But surprisingly I didn't sweat through the night. Amazing. And after a few hours of between sleeping and looking at the ceiling (barely seeing anything in the pitch darkness, really) I awoke to him getting out of bed and taking a leak in the bathroom - the sun was already up. It had been raining last night, and I haven't been taking in fresh crisp morning air like that for a very long time.
No contacts exchanged. Perhaps we'll meet again at that little club called PLAY.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I'm done!
Just came back from KL yesterday, made a quick trip to SAE to submit my web design assignment - that one, last, annoying little bitch that's been keeping me from my diploma. It's stupid, really, that a simple little thing that was overdue since SEMESTER ONE of my entire diploma course was the ONLY thing that's keeping me from graduating. I can beat myself up for that.
But it's okay now, I got that royal pain bashed and battered and delivered straight to SAE. No more worries about diploma. No more praying to God for the courage to finish that one last assignment. No more scratching my head bald trying to figure out how-what-where and -why. It's finished. It's accomplished. It'sDARNED DONE!!!
The trip to KL was an interesting one though. In order to get the cheapest possible air ticket two nights before my planned trip, I was left with the oddest time to fly - depart Singapore at 11 PM on Tuesday, and depart KL at 6 AM on Thursday. Sound like a lot of time? Nope, not really. Not when I don't have a car and a place to stay in KL. Not only did I travel solely by public transport (I didn't even take a cab because cabbies in KL are scarier creatures than... than something scary) - I said I didn't have a place to stay right? - I spent the hours after landing at LCC-T at KL Sentral. Seriously. I have never done something quite as insane as that before: sitting and falling asleep on the seats in front of a closed KFC, walking around a deserted KL Sentral, having sundae for supper at the 24-hour McD's. When morning came, I took the bus to Subang - haven't showered - waited around for the lecturer who would be marking my work, and who happened to be coming only in the afternoon, so I killed time between chatting with Mr Aarif and sleeping on the couch in the student lounge. I'm sure it seemed odd, but I couldn't care less. Then I went for lunch with the admin gang, went on a joyride in Neo's car to Bukit Jalil - falling asleep in his car - and back to SAE to see the lecturer who would be... oh darn! The lecturer who would be marking my assignment was reassigned! And it was the lecturer who had been there all morning! Ass!!! *faint*
So after SAE I went for a quick bite at the new mall in USJ 19, then walked a mile to the nearest bus stop to spend one and a half hours in a bus, on a congested highway, on to KL Sentral, with a full bladder. That's at least 60 minutes of holding my pee and falling asleep in a crowded bus, luckily I had a seat in the back of the bus. But still. Hmm. *rolls eyes*
Back in KL Sentral, I finally took a much needed shower. If killing time was an actual action, I would have massacred a hell lot of time. Imagine 6 hours at the airport doing nothing. Oh actually I did do something - walking about, having a ciggie every one hour, eating at McD's, falling asleep on the seats where everybody else was falling asleep in, reading a book I bought at the airport. Depressing. But the thought that I made this trip and delivered a coup de grâce to my diploma made me feel that it was all worth the effort. Tiring trip, though, but whatever.
But it's okay now, I got that royal pain bashed and battered and delivered straight to SAE. No more worries about diploma. No more praying to God for the courage to finish that one last assignment. No more scratching my head bald trying to figure out how-what-where and -why. It's finished. It's accomplished. It's
The trip to KL was an interesting one though. In order to get the cheapest possible air ticket two nights before my planned trip, I was left with the oddest time to fly - depart Singapore at 11 PM on Tuesday, and depart KL at 6 AM on Thursday. Sound like a lot of time? Nope, not really. Not when I don't have a car and a place to stay in KL. Not only did I travel solely by public transport (I didn't even take a cab because cabbies in KL are scarier creatures than... than something scary) - I said I didn't have a place to stay right? - I spent the hours after landing at LCC-T at KL Sentral. Seriously. I have never done something quite as insane as that before: sitting and falling asleep on the seats in front of a closed KFC, walking around a deserted KL Sentral, having sundae for supper at the 24-hour McD's. When morning came, I took the bus to Subang - haven't showered - waited around for the lecturer who would be marking my work, and who happened to be coming only in the afternoon, so I killed time between chatting with Mr Aarif and sleeping on the couch in the student lounge. I'm sure it seemed odd, but I couldn't care less. Then I went for lunch with the admin gang, went on a joyride in Neo's car to Bukit Jalil - falling asleep in his car - and back to SAE to see the lecturer who would be... oh darn! The lecturer who would be marking my assignment was reassigned! And it was the lecturer who had been there all morning! Ass!!! *faint*
So after SAE I went for a quick bite at the new mall in USJ 19, then walked a mile to the nearest bus stop to spend one and a half hours in a bus, on a congested highway, on to KL Sentral, with a full bladder. That's at least 60 minutes of holding my pee and falling asleep in a crowded bus, luckily I had a seat in the back of the bus. But still. Hmm. *rolls eyes*
Back in KL Sentral, I finally took a much needed shower. If killing time was an actual action, I would have massacred a hell lot of time. Imagine 6 hours at the airport doing nothing. Oh actually I did do something - walking about, having a ciggie every one hour, eating at McD's, falling asleep on the seats where everybody else was falling asleep in, reading a book I bought at the airport. Depressing. But the thought that I made this trip and delivered a coup de grâce to my diploma made me feel that it was all worth the effort. Tiring trip, though, but whatever.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
A million days later...
My sister told me several weeks ago that it's been months since I last posted anything. Anything at all! How unacceptable!
So I've been busy with stuff. On days I'm not busy with PAC stuff, work stuff, moving house stuff, re-organizing stuff, thinking up funny stuff to put on my Facebook page, I killed time by walking around malls looking at stuff. I'd dearly love to buy them (and after the annual bonus came in I was totally capable of doing so) my conscience told me not to.
So I'm living at a new place now, since July. My cold-hearted ex-landlord evicted both me and my brother at the eleventh hour. It was the end of the month - I just came back from Dubai and was having a nap before flying off to Zurich the next day - my ex-landlord texted me saying that we had to get out of the house by the 30th of June. In my mind I was like, "B*TCH!!!"
So I literally dragged myself out of bed in the late afternoon and went online to look for a place.
Long story short, I'm now staying at a place $400 more expensive than the old place, but waaaaay nicer. It's got air conditioner, pretty walls, mini TV with a DVD player in the room, and a curtain. (my old place didn't have a curtain. I swear.)
But before that sad incident, I was involved in this talent competition the company had organized. I didn't get the top three positions cos the three guys before me all had fantastic voices, but I bagged the Best Showmanship Award, cos I was stunning on stage. Nyehehe~
What else is new?
I suddenly miss a guy whom I'd had an intimate moment with. He's caucasian but born and raised in Singapore. He's skinny, skinnier than I am, but what he's packin' down there... Mm-mm-mmmmm..... Sorry but I'm a slut. Can't help it.
I'm gonna get my tonsils snipped off! Made an appointment with the doctor for the 27th this month. I'm gonna get hospitalized for the first time in my life, and hopefully the last time ever. The thought of having a cannula up the back of my hand just scares me shitless. Jeez I'm feeling woozy already.
So I've been busy with stuff. On days I'm not busy with PAC stuff, work stuff, moving house stuff, re-organizing stuff, thinking up funny stuff to put on my Facebook page, I killed time by walking around malls looking at stuff. I'd dearly love to buy them (and after the annual bonus came in I was totally capable of doing so) my conscience told me not to.
So I'm living at a new place now, since July. My cold-hearted ex-landlord evicted both me and my brother at the eleventh hour. It was the end of the month - I just came back from Dubai and was having a nap before flying off to Zurich the next day - my ex-landlord texted me saying that we had to get out of the house by the 30th of June. In my mind I was like, "B*TCH!!!"
So I literally dragged myself out of bed in the late afternoon and went online to look for a place.
Long story short, I'm now staying at a place $400 more expensive than the old place, but waaaaay nicer. It's got air conditioner, pretty walls, mini TV with a DVD player in the room, and a curtain. (my old place didn't have a curtain. I swear.)
But before that sad incident, I was involved in this talent competition the company had organized. I didn't get the top three positions cos the three guys before me all had fantastic voices, but I bagged the Best Showmanship Award, cos I was stunning on stage. Nyehehe~
What else is new?
I suddenly miss a guy whom I'd had an intimate moment with. He's caucasian but born and raised in Singapore. He's skinny, skinnier than I am, but what he's packin' down there... Mm-mm-mmmmm..... Sorry but I'm a slut. Can't help it.
I'm gonna get my tonsils snipped off! Made an appointment with the doctor for the 27th this month. I'm gonna get hospitalized for the first time in my life, and hopefully the last time ever. The thought of having a cannula up the back of my hand just scares me shitless. Jeez I'm feeling woozy already.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
One tooth less
I recently had one of my four wisdom teeth removed by a dentist who calls himself Logan, but I'm sure he's named Loganathan by his parents, because he is, well, Indian. One wisdom tooth less, but I don't feel stupider.
That is also to say I just returned from KL. One crucial thing that made the trip necessary was getting the darnedest Dreamweaver installer from Mr Rabi, who I later realized didn't have the installer for a Mac system. I should be so damned right now. But it's alright, he said he'll send me the link from where I could download the installer (for free). I will wait patiently for his blessed email.
I sent my 40kg Roland RD-700SX stage piano to Singapore, still waiting for the delivery people to arrive as I type. 40kg includes the formidable flight case that I custom ordered from a hard case maker. It's so big my brother calls it "the coffin". And it's unnecessarily heavy. I don't know why I even bought it.
Did I tell you that I'm taking part in a singing competition my company organized? To enrich our lives when we're not toiling on duty, our company established ECA (extra-curricular activities) and I'm already in two of them, the dance circle and the performing arts circle. (so predictable, no? :P)
Oh about the competition. I went for the audition and they took me for the semi-finals. I'm planning on singing Whistle Down The Wind by Andrew Lloyd Webber. I think it'll be pretty impressive. They said I'd do pretty well in that competition, I hope so too.
That is also to say I just returned from KL. One crucial thing that made the trip necessary was getting the darnedest Dreamweaver installer from Mr Rabi, who I later realized didn't have the installer for a Mac system. I should be so damned right now. But it's alright, he said he'll send me the link from where I could download the installer (for free). I will wait patiently for his blessed email.
I sent my 40kg Roland RD-700SX stage piano to Singapore, still waiting for the delivery people to arrive as I type. 40kg includes the formidable flight case that I custom ordered from a hard case maker. It's so big my brother calls it "the coffin". And it's unnecessarily heavy. I don't know why I even bought it.
Did I tell you that I'm taking part in a singing competition my company organized? To enrich our lives when we're not toiling on duty, our company established ECA (extra-curricular activities) and I'm already in two of them, the dance circle and the performing arts circle. (so predictable, no? :P)
Oh about the competition. I went for the audition and they took me for the semi-finals. I'm planning on singing Whistle Down The Wind by Andrew Lloyd Webber. I think it'll be pretty impressive. They said I'd do pretty well in that competition, I hope so too.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Smokin' Aces
Been on the ciggies for some time now, not likely going to stop any time soon. Is it addiction already? Didn't realize it was that fast. I guess it's just the idea of being able to smoke, the vague implication that I'm grownup enough to do something like that. Parents frown upon it, teachers despise it. But no one thinks it's a big issue when a grownup does it. What would Mum think if she finds out that I've been taking puffs by the roadside, behind bus stops and more elegantly, at a tall table of some gay bar.
Oh, and the gay bar. That would be for another day.
But it relaxes me somehow. When I'm plugged in to my Jazz and smoking a menthol lights, I wished that one stick never ends. Time stops. The night seems even more enchanting. I feel like I'm in a movie, slowly blowing out smoke clouds. Audrey Hepburn smoked, and she did it so elegantly.
Anyway just a quick update: just got back from Seoul and then San Francisco. Did a fair bit of shopping around the cities and is severely broke now. Will need some time to recuperate, especially after getting this hefty little toy - my new iMac. The price to pay for a proper workstation, and that means homemade music on the way. The only thing missing now is my Roland stage piano, which will be expected in April. My Toshiba lappie is dead, so will need to find another way to finish my Web Design assignment (yes Gaboink, I haven't finished it. Spank me!)
Oh, and the gay bar. That would be for another day.
But it relaxes me somehow. When I'm plugged in to my Jazz and smoking a menthol lights, I wished that one stick never ends. Time stops. The night seems even more enchanting. I feel like I'm in a movie, slowly blowing out smoke clouds. Audrey Hepburn smoked, and she did it so elegantly.
Anyway just a quick update: just got back from Seoul and then San Francisco. Did a fair bit of shopping around the cities and is severely broke now. Will need some time to recuperate, especially after getting this hefty little toy - my new iMac. The price to pay for a proper workstation, and that means homemade music on the way. The only thing missing now is my Roland stage piano, which will be expected in April. My Toshiba lappie is dead, so will need to find another way to finish my Web Design assignment (yes Gaboink, I haven't finished it. Spank me!)
Friday, February 18, 2011
Need to organize
... pretty badly.
Am living in a clutter. Especially after moving into this new place 1.5 times bigger than the previous lair, a unit facing the East, which means I get a lot of loving from the morning sun. Beautiful, no doubt, but very unmercifully warm between 9 AM to 12 PM almost every single morning. It comes with a proper closet, a huge writing desk and everything else a single fella would need - shared with the family, nonetheless, but it's been pleasant staying with them. They let me mind my own business.
Oh and guess what, I'm writing on my new iMac! New with the capital N-E-W. Salary just got in this morning and after spending on this new baby I still have enough to survive the coming weeks before the next bundle of allowances come in, and I'll be saving up again. But will definitely be slashing my wallet open again during my trip to San Francisco next week! Oh my. Where's the financial planner boyfriend when I need him? *pouts*
Won't be attending Sis's graduation in Manitoba (sorry Beemo!) but will be planning a trip to Canada - soon, hopefully. But that would require me to plan my annual leave ahead of time. Which is tricky. But for a break up in the True North, anything goes.
I'm getting my damn piano to Singapore in March! I need to be making music again! Who knows I might get a second career in Mediacorp? Nothing wrong with dreaming big.
Am living in a clutter. Especially after moving into this new place 1.5 times bigger than the previous lair, a unit facing the East, which means I get a lot of loving from the morning sun. Beautiful, no doubt, but very unmercifully warm between 9 AM to 12 PM almost every single morning. It comes with a proper closet, a huge writing desk and everything else a single fella would need - shared with the family, nonetheless, but it's been pleasant staying with them. They let me mind my own business.
Oh and guess what, I'm writing on my new iMac! New with the capital N-E-W. Salary just got in this morning and after spending on this new baby I still have enough to survive the coming weeks before the next bundle of allowances come in, and I'll be saving up again. But will definitely be slashing my wallet open again during my trip to San Francisco next week! Oh my. Where's the financial planner boyfriend when I need him? *pouts*
Won't be attending Sis's graduation in Manitoba (sorry Beemo!) but will be planning a trip to Canada - soon, hopefully. But that would require me to plan my annual leave ahead of time. Which is tricky. But for a break up in the True North, anything goes.
I'm getting my damn piano to Singapore in March! I need to be making music again! Who knows I might get a second career in Mediacorp? Nothing wrong with dreaming big.
Monday, January 10, 2011
A moment of truth
Now tell me: how many times have you had sex with someone, after which you just wanted to go home - to your own home, your own room - to sleep? Or eat a bowl of Tom Yum ramen. Or write your diary. Or have a cup of chamomile tea. Or whatever you wanna do after sex. Just not being with the guy you had just fucked with (fucking 'with' someone takes away the active/passive role differentiation).
You'd be thinking: it was fun for a moment, but now that I've, uhh, arrived, I feel funny about it.
His spit smells funny on my skin. I wanna take a bath.
The ear thing was like, eww.
I must have been out of my mind. He didn't even shave. Now my neck is feeling raw.
Sex is good. Until it's over and he's not the guy you want to spend your life with. Midnight cab rides are a little more expensive, but it's worth your every cent.
You'd be thinking: it was fun for a moment, but now that I've, uhh, arrived, I feel funny about it.
His spit smells funny on my skin. I wanna take a bath.
The ear thing was like, eww.
I must have been out of my mind. He didn't even shave. Now my neck is feeling raw.
Sex is good. Until it's over and he's not the guy you want to spend your life with. Midnight cab rides are a little more expensive, but it's worth your every cent.
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