one too many dom perignon
intense dehydration was
my saturday morning wake up call
volunteer work beckoned
watching the glee on those kids faces
they made me smile
as the guitar ensemble plucked familiar tunes
theme to doraemon
chopin's nocturne in E minor
belaian jiwa
over the rainbow - judy garland prancing in my head
russel was mad at me
i flaked on him for st patrick's day drinks
on the same night
but he'd understand i hope
i have my 2 years of reasoning backing me up
music and lyrics made me giggle
hugh grant's wrinkles spelt out grace
drew barrymore is still the same girl since E.T.
vince's witty commentaries made me think
geez how come i did not think of something clever like he did?
saturday gave way to sunday
lunch of gastronomical proportions at da paolo
pizza
oven baked pie
russian salad
7 up
coke lite
lots of trigger happy kodak moments
humidity was killing me
the village tour
i gotta get out of the intense heat
can't the government air-condition the whole damn island?
an afternoon siesta
calm
safe
secure
goodbye at the bus stop
tracked back home
sean provided distraction - cold storage sojourn
a smoke or two and a long chat
in the humidity and stillness of the night
with ms suzanne walker
i miss her for all her rants of innocence
and her unbridled sincerity
those welled up eyes
over talks of the past and recent
i love you as a friend suzanne
you know that
casino royale at home
colin and roy
gushed at how i cocooned
out of hibernation
lynda's sms
brought us to a late night feeding fest
at adam road hawker centre
midnight venture of -
teh
bandung
maggi mee goreng
nasi goreng
bistik kering
bedtime
contentment
come what may tomorrow
i'll vie for contentment
and simple comforts amongst friends
Are we losing touch?
If you believed
they put a man on the moon,
man on the moon
If you believe
there's nothing up my sleeve,
then nothing is cool
excerpt from
Man on The Moon by R.E.M.
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