I come out with craziest shit while i am sitting on the porcelain throne. Shit here means ideas, thoughts, perspectives and even that witty retort that's a day too late. More often than not after flushing, it seems the ideas and thoughts goes down the same route as my other shit.
And as of late, my memory seems busted. Like a scratch on a DVD, my recollection power stutters, shrieks and get stuck on a frame - a frame before the big reveal. Leaves me hanging like an idiot. I am not sure if my lack of memory nowadays is due to severe amounts of alcohol, the fact that I am getting older (damn myself for saying it) or maybe it's an early sign of alzheimer. That'll be a bitch.
Memory to me are precious little stuff, like a movie archive where you can revisit that trip to Phuket over and over again or even to that day when I punched the dimwit who kept bullying me. Whenever I open my archives, I am transported to that time. I can feel the wind, smell the sea and even listen to conversation going on. I can't rewrite it (if i do, it would be called an imagination - and not a memory). It's a terrible thing to waste, this memory thing.
I reminded myself to get gingko biloba, which is suppose to improve your memory. But of course, I forgot. I may have to tattoo it across my chest. I have also increase my
consumption on those scaly aquarians (I was looking for the word 'fish' but got stuck).
Anyway, I am not too worried about it right now. Simply because i forget to after a few days until I remembered i was forgetting.
Perhaps I should take a nice long relaxing holiday (sans alcohol and party). A detox if you may. But in my current state of affairs, that day is as far as the islands I want to visit. Running a creative crack unit by day, a struggling entrepreneur by night and a sweaty photographer on weekends. It's no wonder I drink so much.
I rarely have time for myself! You know those little moments when you reflect on life - hey you know what - maybe I need to reflect more. Reflecting is like in those days of VHS, you have to rewind the tape and watch it again lest you want the tape to rot.
Ok, so I need a long holiday alone without alcohol, sit on a rock and reflect on life.
I will start applying leave soon.
I need to reclaim my life back!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The miracle cure all...
It's the miracle cure all.
Everybody knows about it.
Everybody recommends it.
Everybody swears by it.
It's called 'water'.
Don't believe me?
Just walk up to ANYBODY (anybody you know, preferably) and tell them you have a fever. Their answer would most likely be, "Ooh, better drink more water".
"I got sore throat"
"Drink more water"
"I got headache"
"Get him some water!"
"I think i am coming down with a flu"
"Water!!!!!"
From now on I am going to dispense this remedy like it's the miracle cure that it is.
"Hey Lam, I can't seem to get this visual right"
"Drink more water then...."
Everybody knows about it.
Everybody recommends it.
Everybody swears by it.
It's called 'water'.
Don't believe me?
Just walk up to ANYBODY (anybody you know, preferably) and tell them you have a fever. Their answer would most likely be, "Ooh, better drink more water".
"I got sore throat"
"Drink more water"
"I got headache"
"Get him some water!"
"I think i am coming down with a flu"
"Water!!!!!"
From now on I am going to dispense this remedy like it's the miracle cure that it is.
"Hey Lam, I can't seem to get this visual right"
"Drink more water then...."
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Canon goes green!
Join now, volunteer and plant some trees!
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Monday, September 1, 2008
Dribble dribble...
Monday was a holiday, but futsal was to continue as usual.
The futsal court was a good 20 minutes drive away for me. Halfway, I got an SMS saying futsal was off due to lack of players. I made a u-turn and grumbled. Suddenly I remembered I had to remind my other friends that the game was off. I sent an SMS and almost immediately got a reply.
Jamie said he was able to get another 5 players. Ok, I tought, so I SMS the rest to say the game should continue as usual.
At this time I was parked in the emergency lane doing speed SMS, which I am not used to. Then, I had to make another u-turn to point myself to the right direction. When I arrived, we had just enough players - 10 of us. So we decided on an hour game as oppose to the usual 2.
I gotta say, those new guys are good and organised. Learnt a thing or two from them and I really had to work hard for the ball. And because they were organised and 'professional', it was a much more fun of a game then the one I am used to - you know the type where wherever the ball is, the rest of the players are to?
And also because of that, I manage thru the whole game without spraining my ankle or stubbing my toe. What a joy! I even manage a few headers, but again not scoring with it.
Overall I was very happy with the game and I went home contented.
Feeling all revived, I popped in 'Sex in the City - The Movie' into the DVD player. Reheated the Ayam Percik (bought earlier at the Buka Puasa stalls). And as I was about the park my ass on the floor, it happened.
My ankle was twisted in a weird manner and I suffered a sprain.
Dammit.
The futsal court was a good 20 minutes drive away for me. Halfway, I got an SMS saying futsal was off due to lack of players. I made a u-turn and grumbled. Suddenly I remembered I had to remind my other friends that the game was off. I sent an SMS and almost immediately got a reply.
Jamie said he was able to get another 5 players. Ok, I tought, so I SMS the rest to say the game should continue as usual.
At this time I was parked in the emergency lane doing speed SMS, which I am not used to. Then, I had to make another u-turn to point myself to the right direction. When I arrived, we had just enough players - 10 of us. So we decided on an hour game as oppose to the usual 2.
I gotta say, those new guys are good and organised. Learnt a thing or two from them and I really had to work hard for the ball. And because they were organised and 'professional', it was a much more fun of a game then the one I am used to - you know the type where wherever the ball is, the rest of the players are to?
And also because of that, I manage thru the whole game without spraining my ankle or stubbing my toe. What a joy! I even manage a few headers, but again not scoring with it.
Overall I was very happy with the game and I went home contented.
Feeling all revived, I popped in 'Sex in the City - The Movie' into the DVD player. Reheated the Ayam Percik (bought earlier at the Buka Puasa stalls). And as I was about the park my ass on the floor, it happened.
My ankle was twisted in a weird manner and I suffered a sprain.
Dammit.