:: Unghhh ::
soundcheck :DJ Tiesto - Andain/Beautiful Things
It's difficult for myself to come to terms with the fact that I'll be off on the big trip in less than two weeks' time. It's exciting to realise that I've finally come to this point, but at the same time I feel so unprepared and just this morning, a few realisations made me feel as if I was going to be walking in there just to die haha.
One of these realisations is - How am I going to make 800 USD last for more than a month?
I'll have to figure something out, but the more I look for a solution or a safety net, the more I feel like I shouldn't be thinking about it.
I'll be going to Ho Chi Minh on a one way flight and go through the borders to visit Phnom Penh, Siem Reap, and then finally into Pakse.
I'm hoping to go through Champassek by boat, up the Mekong, but I'm sure either route should be just as scenic.
The biggest fear right now? Is having to deal with being alone in a guesthouse at night, with noone to talk to and no avenues to make new friends (ala Siem Reap and the old tourists).
_
spoken. at 9:49 AM :: Pakse ::
soundcheck : Nine Inch Nails - We're In This Together
It's like someone was reaching out for the shaker and his or her fingers couldn't quite wrap themselves around the circumference.
It's a slip up and the shaker tumbles from the cabinet, emptying it's contents all over the stove and onto the dish because someone else forgot to screw the cap on tight enough after a refill.
So everything is fucking salted and blanketed in white crystals that don't look very appealing, especially considering the heat of the kitchen and the mess that you now have to deal with - and don't get me started on the fact that you'll have to throw whatever was on the stove out, and start from the beginning.
Mmm, yes. Start from the beginning.
_
spoken. at 6:55 PM :: Solicit ::
soundcheck : Afroman - Crazy Rap
I threw the letter today! (For those unfamiliar, that means handing in your resignation.)
What am I gonna do? For starters, take it easy and get some freelancing done. The money doesn't even cover half of what I was drawing, but hey it's all good until I can decide on when to settle on my offers.
You know you've reached a milestone in life when your mum tells you about how her colleagues, who also happen to be mothers of sons, discuss how to tell if your son's been boning a girl.
The more interesting quotes, made by sources unnamed, go something like:
"YOU JUST SEE THE BEDSHEET, CONFIRM ONE I TELL YOU!"
and
"AAAAIYOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH".
Interestingly enough though, my mum brought to the table something one of my favourite aunts (her ex-colleague, not a relative) said after she witnessed me take sips from a glass of Bacardi coke at age 10, and through teasing and other conversations.
"You better watch out - he starts young and breaks hearts."
Thanks for not telling me mum.
But yes, it's still strange to be able to talk about these things with your mum.
This is fucking hilarious and reminds me of the stupid diagrams that my brother and I used to draw and laugh at when we were younger:
I'm still very lost, like floating debris in space, but things are slowly coming back to me and I hope I'll be able to make more sense about these new feelings and new ideas.
In any case though, I don't need to go on about how much I absolutely miss the people I've met and how two months is too fucking long before I get to see them again.
In the meantime, I should be able to put those photos up on fbook over the weekend, since I'm collecting them on Friday!
_
spoken. at 11:08 PM :: 206 ::
soundcheck : Rika Muranaka - The Best Is Yet to Come
I'm back, and bitter sweet about the entire trip.
I can go on about the many things that I regret not having done, not having seen, the people I did not speak to etc - but I think the most important thing is that I realise - for a mere five days - I did things I could never really do with five or six years in Singapore.
The idea, was to find myself - the question was not where and who, but more so 'how'.
It is still an unanswered question, but I know I will never forget the simple roads I have taken to at least, try and get there.
I have left my heart in Phnom Penh. For, without rhyme or reason, falling in love is as simple as love itself should be.
I just hope we all meet again - and that we never stop letting the roads we take guide us through our many journeys.
_
spoken. at 1:20 PM :: Zero Line ::
soundcheck : Four Tet - Sleep, Eat Food, Have Visions
Two hours away from the flight, and this is it.
Everything had to come to zero - and while dregs and drabs are left hanging from the vantages of broken memories and complex, unnecessary difficulties, this is where I take the leap and say 'fuck you guys, I'm going my own way'.
Just wanted to thank a few people before I go off into nothingness and throw myself against the very motion of life itself.
Parents: Without your support and love, I doubt I'd have ever come to being who I am; I really owe it to you and it's sentences like these that make me think 'words are cheap'. One day, I'll make it up to you and although I probably wouldn't be able to repay every single cent, I know i'll definitely be able to return every moment of love and kindness.
Brothers: Although our moments are spent in nonsense and laughter, you should know that it's in these moments that I'm reminded of who I am, and of who I love. I need to make it through these times to see the two of you take the same, if not similar paths and learn as much as I have from them - if not more.
Daniel: I am probably going to get so fucking sick of you by the third day, like what Julius said - but I love you, you smoked out Tommy Chong, you.
Julius: Thanks for telling us that we probably should have gotten tetanus jabs and everything 5 hours before our flight - but in every sense of it all, we probably would have died (not sure still) if not for your advice. This trip is something you helped set in motion, and we'll never forget it.
Juliana: Your replies are always short, and for some reason you always have to go like five lines into a conversation - but you've been there for me, and that is something I can never ignore. You put things in perspective, and if not for what you told me, I probably wouldn't have been able to make (and stick to) the decisions I've made.
Ade: You inspired me through a lot of my more pointless moments, and right to the end of our relationship, it was having you around that made me realise how you can't just deal with unhappiness by sweeping it under a rug. I'm going for it now - and for that, I especially have you to thank.
Before I leave,
So long... If I haven't been shot or stepped on a landmine, then I'll be looking forward to brighter days, and better titzzzz. :)
_
spoken. at 2:03 AM :: Table Hero ::
soundcheck : Steve Aoki (with Yelle) - Je Veux Te Voir
spoken. at 9:16 AM :: Cut the Cord ::
soundcheck : Hot Chip - Ready for the Floor
The actress struts forward, her eyes cruise from top left to top right corners of her eyeballs; her head in full tow from the motion.
Her pupils reach the farthest corners of her eyelids, and it seems as if they bear a weight so immense that she cannot help but tilt her head from side to side as well.
With each eye movement, she paces forward. Somewhere in between where she starts pacing and where she comes to rest, she probably places her index finger (doesn't matter which) on her chin.
All this while, she's mouthing off something like:
"...well, if you win 4-D (the lotto), then we can finally have that honeymoon you've been promising me!"
"...since you like her so much, why don't you ask her out? I'm not that important to you anyway."
"...Confucius say, girl with bad acting - is girl with pink IC."
Who is she saying this to? The male actor who, by the time she finishes her pseudo philosophical strut, should be blurred out and standing a few paces behind her - in the background.
What follows? She doesn't turn. She tilts her head sideways, so that it looks like she's pointing at something with her chin. Again, her eyes seem to dictate the movements of her head.
What does this strange act signify? The end of what she has to say, and a cue for the male lead to either
a) Fly into a speechless rage
b) Grab her arm and spin her around for a kiss, right before the credits roll
c) Go wide-eyed, point his index finger right at her nose and say 'YOU...' without completing his sentence.
So, have things really changed since the last time you watched a local serial about gambling gods (my favourite, by the way) or some guy selling you tiao (completely made up, but bearing a 65% probability of ever having existed)?
Maybe not.
Image from: Yimmys Yayo
_
spoken. at 9:56 PM :: Sonic ::
soundcheck : Prodigy - Mindfields
_
spoken. at 2:24 PM
soundcheck : Daft Punk - Aerodynamic
spoken. at 7:12 AM :: Without Thought or Form ::
soundcheck : Steve Aoki - Helicopter (Weird Science Remix)
Hair = Perfect
Tits = Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
_
spoken. at 6:59 AM :: Jack>John ::
soundcheck : Placebo - Every Me, Every You
Just for the record, it took me quite some time to figure out what that little 'soundcheck' thing under the title was for. On a more interesting note, however - I realised I stopped with the whole SFW NSFW thing - I think primarily because i've been hoarding the titties instead of sharing them.
This is an upcoming movie, which I believe is going to be a remake of a 70's action flick/series. Watch the trailer - if you don't appreciate it for the humour then maybe you'll dig how it was filmed. I know nothing about film or humour, but that's because I have a more natural reason to explain why I found it entertaining.
_
spoken. at 9:59 PM :: Love ::
soundcheck : MGMT - Time to Pretend
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin,
and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
_
spoken. at 2:30 AM
soundcheck :DJ Tiesto - Andain/Beautiful Things
It's difficult for myself to come to terms with the fact that I'll be off on the big trip in less than two weeks' time. It's exciting to realise that I've finally come to this point, but at the same time I feel so unprepared and just this morning, a few realisations made me feel as if I was going to be walking in there just to die haha.
One of these realisations is - How am I going to make 800 USD last for more than a month?
I'll have to figure something out, but the more I look for a solution or a safety net, the more I feel like I shouldn't be thinking about it.
I'll be going to Ho Chi Minh on a one way flight and go through the borders to visit Phnom Penh, Siem Reap, and then finally into Pakse.
I'm hoping to go through Champassek by boat, up the Mekong, but I'm sure either route should be just as scenic.
The biggest fear right now? Is having to deal with being alone in a guesthouse at night, with noone to talk to and no avenues to make new friends (ala Siem Reap and the old tourists).
_
spoken. at 9:49 AM :: Pakse ::
soundcheck : Nine Inch Nails - We're In This Together
It's like someone was reaching out for the shaker and his or her fingers couldn't quite wrap themselves around the circumference.
It's a slip up and the shaker tumbles from the cabinet, emptying it's contents all over the stove and onto the dish because someone else forgot to screw the cap on tight enough after a refill.
So everything is fucking salted and blanketed in white crystals that don't look very appealing, especially considering the heat of the kitchen and the mess that you now have to deal with - and don't get me started on the fact that you'll have to throw whatever was on the stove out, and start from the beginning.
Mmm, yes. Start from the beginning.
_
spoken. at 6:55 PM :: Solicit ::
soundcheck : Afroman - Crazy Rap
I threw the letter today! (For those unfamiliar, that means handing in your resignation.)
What am I gonna do? For starters, take it easy and get some freelancing done. The money doesn't even cover half of what I was drawing, but hey it's all good until I can decide on when to settle on my offers.
You know you've reached a milestone in life when your mum tells you about how her colleagues, who also happen to be mothers of sons, discuss how to tell if your son's been boning a girl.
The more interesting quotes, made by sources unnamed, go something like:
"YOU JUST SEE THE BEDSHEET, CONFIRM ONE I TELL YOU!"
and
"AAAAIYOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH".
Interestingly enough though, my mum brought to the table something one of my favourite aunts (her ex-colleague, not a relative) said after she witnessed me take sips from a glass of Bacardi coke at age 10, and through teasing and other conversations.
"You better watch out - he starts young and breaks hearts."
Thanks for not telling me mum.
But yes, it's still strange to be able to talk about these things with your mum.
This is fucking hilarious and reminds me of the stupid diagrams that my brother and I used to draw and laugh at when we were younger:
I'm still very lost, like floating debris in space, but things are slowly coming back to me and I hope I'll be able to make more sense about these new feelings and new ideas.
In any case though, I don't need to go on about how much I absolutely miss the people I've met and how two months is too fucking long before I get to see them again.
In the meantime, I should be able to put those photos up on fbook over the weekend, since I'm collecting them on Friday!
_
spoken. at 11:08 PM :: 206 ::
soundcheck : Rika Muranaka - The Best Is Yet to Come
I'm back, and bitter sweet about the entire trip.
I can go on about the many things that I regret not having done, not having seen, the people I did not speak to etc - but I think the most important thing is that I realise - for a mere five days - I did things I could never really do with five or six years in Singapore.
The idea, was to find myself - the question was not where and who, but more so 'how'.
It is still an unanswered question, but I know I will never forget the simple roads I have taken to at least, try and get there.
I have left my heart in Phnom Penh. For, without rhyme or reason, falling in love is as simple as love itself should be.
I just hope we all meet again - and that we never stop letting the roads we take guide us through our many journeys.
_
spoken. at 1:20 PM :: Zero Line ::
soundcheck : Four Tet - Sleep, Eat Food, Have Visions
Two hours away from the flight, and this is it.
Everything had to come to zero - and while dregs and drabs are left hanging from the vantages of broken memories and complex, unnecessary difficulties, this is where I take the leap and say 'fuck you guys, I'm going my own way'.
Just wanted to thank a few people before I go off into nothingness and throw myself against the very motion of life itself.
Parents: Without your support and love, I doubt I'd have ever come to being who I am; I really owe it to you and it's sentences like these that make me think 'words are cheap'. One day, I'll make it up to you and although I probably wouldn't be able to repay every single cent, I know i'll definitely be able to return every moment of love and kindness.
Brothers: Although our moments are spent in nonsense and laughter, you should know that it's in these moments that I'm reminded of who I am, and of who I love. I need to make it through these times to see the two of you take the same, if not similar paths and learn as much as I have from them - if not more.
Daniel: I am probably going to get so fucking sick of you by the third day, like what Julius said - but I love you, you smoked out Tommy Chong, you.
Julius: Thanks for telling us that we probably should have gotten tetanus jabs and everything 5 hours before our flight - but in every sense of it all, we probably would have died (not sure still) if not for your advice. This trip is something you helped set in motion, and we'll never forget it.
Juliana: Your replies are always short, and for some reason you always have to go like five lines into a conversation - but you've been there for me, and that is something I can never ignore. You put things in perspective, and if not for what you told me, I probably wouldn't have been able to make (and stick to) the decisions I've made.
Ade: You inspired me through a lot of my more pointless moments, and right to the end of our relationship, it was having you around that made me realise how you can't just deal with unhappiness by sweeping it under a rug. I'm going for it now - and for that, I especially have you to thank.
Before I leave,
So long... If I haven't been shot or stepped on a landmine, then I'll be looking forward to brighter days, and better titzzzz. :)
_
spoken. at 2:03 AM :: Table Hero ::
soundcheck : Steve Aoki (with Yelle) - Je Veux Te Voir
Remind me to never again order Okonomiyaki from my favourite Japanese fusion restaurant. I just think it's nonsense to be paying that much for a flour, octopus and mayonnaise pancake. In all honesty I thought it was an egg dish. I guess it pays to be a little more patient and READ before you give in to hunger's call.
Apart from her sulking from having overslept, dinner with the pianist was pretty pleasant — I even managed to cram in some shopping since we had to push the reservation back. It's really strange to think about her as a piano teacher because thinking about that vocation brings me back to when I was... 13? and taking electone classes at Yamaha. I remember looking at -my- teacher and thinking 'whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa, long time before i get there', and it's been 10 years and here I am, having just had dinner with a piano teacher. TIME IS NO LONGER ON OUR SIDE.
This is where a distant voice in the background yells something like 'fuck yeah, because the world comes to an end in 2012!' but I really don't give a shit, because while people in Bangkok are freaking out about having to deal with daylight temperatures of 15ºC, I think it's about goddamn time some cold weather comes to Singapore. Can anyone honestly not welcome the sudden gusts of wind we've been experiencing here? I say never mind the sunlight — since we're all going to die anyway, we might as well go out with our arms flailing and our faces looking like this:
Image from: I Believe in Advertising
Agency: Scholz and Friends, Berlin
_
spoken. at 9:16 AM :: Cut the Cord ::
soundcheck : Hot Chip - Ready for the Floor
The actress struts forward, her eyes cruise from top left to top right corners of her eyeballs; her head in full tow from the motion.
Her pupils reach the farthest corners of her eyelids, and it seems as if they bear a weight so immense that she cannot help but tilt her head from side to side as well.
With each eye movement, she paces forward. Somewhere in between where she starts pacing and where she comes to rest, she probably places her index finger (doesn't matter which) on her chin.
All this while, she's mouthing off something like:
"...well, if you win 4-D (the lotto), then we can finally have that honeymoon you've been promising me!"
"...since you like her so much, why don't you ask her out? I'm not that important to you anyway."
"...Confucius say, girl with bad acting - is girl with pink IC."
Who is she saying this to? The male actor who, by the time she finishes her pseudo philosophical strut, should be blurred out and standing a few paces behind her - in the background.
What follows? She doesn't turn. She tilts her head sideways, so that it looks like she's pointing at something with her chin. Again, her eyes seem to dictate the movements of her head.
What does this strange act signify? The end of what she has to say, and a cue for the male lead to either
a) Fly into a speechless rage
b) Grab her arm and spin her around for a kiss, right before the credits roll
c) Go wide-eyed, point his index finger right at her nose and say 'YOU...' without completing his sentence.
So, have things really changed since the last time you watched a local serial about gambling gods (my favourite, by the way) or some guy selling you tiao (completely made up, but bearing a 65% probability of ever having existed)?
Maybe not.
SURPRISE TITTIES
Image from: Yimmys Yayo_
spoken. at 9:56 PM :: Sonic ::
soundcheck : Prodigy - Mindfields
As a little development from that last post (with the picture of a smiling friend), I would really really love to own a sloth one day (though something tells me It's probably not feasible, thus it may not even happen).
Here's an excerpt from a hubpages user's guide to taking care of one.
"...make sure you're there most of the time. Otherwise they will start to whine. If you are going to be doing the laundry etc, then just pick them up and hug them , they'll get the idea to cling on to you. Or if yours doesn't like the sound of that then just get a blanket and fold it like a hammock and tie it behind your neck. Then fix it into a pouch sort of and then put your sloth in there and let them do whatever. They love attention.
Playing With Your Sloth
Sloths love to play tickle, and peek-a-boo. Some of them might like different games, but these are the most popular. As strange as it sounds they love to give kisses. When you play tickle do not tickle them in these areas these areas are very sensitive: under arms, inner thigh , and their palms. They'll get a little sulky. But, if you give them a hug they'll come out of it. They love to play peek-a-boo under a blanket. They can play this game for hours."
THEY SULK AND THEY LOVE HUGS HAHAHAHA.
For irony's sake I'll probably name my sloth Speedy or Sonic but of course, for some reason TIMMEHH actually sounds like a pretty good name for a sloth.
Jude is cool as a python and all, but he's just too scared for me to ever be close to him. He got stoned though, so I think that's the most pet-owner bonding we'll ever do.
Okay before I get too un-manly talking about affectionate creatures I'll just leave you with these:
Images from: ICanHasCheezeBurger
_
spoken. at 2:24 PM
:: Bedsheet ::
soundcheck : Daft Punk - Aerodynamic
Been too lazy to update, but I've been saving the frequency of my entries for things that are to come.
In any case, I'm probably going to be late for work again - but ever since I started de-prioritising, work has become less of a bitch to deal with.
In any case, I'm probably going to be late for work again - but ever since I started de-prioritising, work has become less of a bitch to deal with.
---------update-----------
Okay, I was late for work, but no-one really cared.
In any case, I didn't publish the first half of this post because I was struggling with a choice of accompanying image. I was stuck between the one above and this one:
LOOK AT HIS FACE HAHAHAHAAHA.
spoken. at 7:12 AM :: Without Thought or Form ::
soundcheck : Steve Aoki - Helicopter (Weird Science Remix)
Courtesy of Yimmy's Yayo
Hair = Perfect
Tits = Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
_
spoken. at 6:59 AM :: Jack>John ::
soundcheck : Placebo - Every Me, Every You
Just for the record, it took me quite some time to figure out what that little 'soundcheck' thing under the title was for. On a more interesting note, however - I realised I stopped with the whole SFW NSFW thing - I think primarily because i've been hoarding the titties instead of sharing them.
This is an upcoming movie, which I believe is going to be a remake of a 70's action flick/series. Watch the trailer - if you don't appreciate it for the humour then maybe you'll dig how it was filmed. I know nothing about film or humour, but that's because I have a more natural reason to explain why I found it entertaining.
_
spoken. at 9:59 PM :: Love ::
soundcheck : MGMT - Time to Pretend
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin,
and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up
anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
_
spoken. at 2:30 AM
