Thursday, May 23, 2002
I've tried to write a full account of the entire day, but details of the morning session alone was probably longer than my archives. So instead I've decided to just mention highlights and summarize the occasion.
The day started early for us, with the entire apartment coming to life at 7am. I was seriously lacking sleep, having catching only about 2 hours worth after finally getting my wound up self to relax around 4. First batch left at 7.30am to pick up the cakes, while the rest of us left at almost 8am. With the Chemical Brother's "Galaxy Bounce" blasting from the car, we reached Patrick's place at 8am and parked. And then, just as I dreaded, Capes asked us to go upstairs first.
There I was, smoking in the foyer, as the rest of them went into the house to get something to eat. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get myself to go in, put on a smile, and think happy thoughts. Instead I chose to wait outside in the foyer keeping the lifts company. Fate decided to torment me anyway. While lighting up another deathstick, she came rushing out and we ended face to face. I was shocked. So was she. I guess she would never expect me of all people among the escorts of her brother. She managed a "Oh... hi", before dissapearing into the lift. I just stood there dumbstruck.
I had a dream of her a few weeks back. And when I saw her, she looked just like she was in the dream. Short shoulder length hair. Orange tinge. She looked like an anime. Then Capes got all of us moving to get the cars ready.
6 cars including the wedding car left at around 8.45am. We took the rearguard, and almost got killed when a minibus decided to stop in front of us. We got to Cheryl's house and surprisingly, the capture of the bride took no more than 5 minutes. Before we knew it , we were already rushing back to Patrick's place to start the tea ceremony. While the tea ceremony went on, I passed my digicam to Sun, while I hung around outside with the rest of the drivers and escorts. They fed us beer while we waited, which was a baaaddddd idea. By the time Capes ordered us down for the return trip, we were high on the happy side. Chasing after the Mercades with Star Guitar blasting from the speakers and the windows down, you really wouldn't think of us as a wedding convoy, save for the heart stuck on the windshield.
We disembarked at Cheryl's place, and quickly ushered to the kitchen, while the tea ceremony went on. Benny found a pot of coffee, so we helped ourselves to it, to sober up a little. I was looking around for more beer though. There was food on the table, but it wasn't meant for us. That didn't stop the guys from pinching off a piece of lor-bak or two. And prawn fritters. I guess that's the point where Capes told us very nicely to "Fuck off", since the half empty bowl of fritters gave us away,so we were dispersed into the four winds.
From there we decided to have a proper lunch, something that hasn't been done in a long time. 8 of us got our asses to 77 at Gurney Drive, and ordered away. We had Fish Head Curry, Bean Sprouts with salted fish, Claypot Tofu, Plum Sauce Chicken, Eu Char Koay Salad and a lot of rice, with chinese tea to wash it all down. The bill came up to RM110.40, and was well worth the money. From there we decided to head back to the apartment for some rest.
Wednesday, May 22, 2002
I hate waiting. I've been sitting here at home, after travelling all the way, just so I could get the camera charger from Ah Boy, and he's still not home.Phonecalls made to him, all give me the same response.
"I'm on the way.
Maybe it's not the waiting, but more like the thinking I do in such lucid moments. My brain is running all over. Everywhere and nowhere. Danny has already called me bout 3 times. He's waiting for me back up in Leisure Cove. So are the others. We have to wake up at 7.am. tomorrow. The rest went up to Patrick's place for a little gathering thingie. I declined. It's hard to go back to that house. With her there. And her love of her life. I spent the night tabulating things in my head while submerged in the tub. It's been a long time since I had the chance to do that.
Ah. Ah Boy finally calls. Time for me to make my move. I really hope I'm strong enough for tomorrow. *bite*
Tuesday, May 21, 2002
Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I cant help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way
That everyone else get around
Lately, I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there
Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there
Incubus - Drive
I'd like to than all those that have stuck with me through thick and thin, especially through my most trying times. It's time to let my demons rest. I only hope I'm strong enough to let them go instead of continually feeding them.
Demonic Horde - " Please Eddie, can I have somemore?"
Me - "Sure guys. *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK* *TWACK** TWACK* *TWACK*"
Now I have to go help organise the groom's posse.
My best staff put in his resignation today, due to an extremely successful interview with DELL this morning. Jobe, went for the grilling session this morning, and at around 5.30p.m. just now, they called him up to inform him that he starts work TOMORROW. Don't you just love the power play of major corps? The Good Buddy part of me is happy for him, the Boss part of me just had his blood pressure shoot up another 20 notches trying to work out a new timetable for the rest of the week. Go me!
I'm supposed to go shopping later with Capes and Drexl for shoes and a damn tie. Let's see.. Black suit, black shirt, black tie? *gets clobbered over by the fashion police* ok..ok.. let's go with RED tie. Then I'd look like some tea-bag man from Sega Freddo's. NOT!
I really think this wedding thing is putting some unnecessary pressure on me. Heck, it's not even mine. I'd prolly get a cardiac arrest when my day actually comes. I'm having a relapse of Computer Related Stress, which means, less time staring at a PC and more time relaxing and unwinding. That means I get to bug people more. Heh.
For some weird reason, I've been fukkin` horny all day. Dammit.
Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you
Now you got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
It's one love
We get to share it
It leaves you baby
If you don't care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's too late
Tonight
To drag tha past out
Into the light
We're one
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come tor raise the dead
Havew you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
We hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
U2 - One.
To think that this was supposed to be my wedding song too. :-/
Monday, May 20, 2002
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
and thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.
Incubus - Pardon Me.
Sunday, May 19, 2002
It's Monday again, and I finally managed to get my homeline back. Yay. I miss all the pr0n here anyway. It's been a blur of a weekend. Maybe it was the overnight reinstallation of the entire outlet. Maybe it was the damn crashes that we were getting after the installations. Maybe it was the Star Wars madness. Maybe it's the pressure building up from the upcoming wedding of Patrick. Maybe it's all of it at once. And I got sick and threw my brains out last night because of it too. I'm getting weak.
I hurled out my lunch last night. At around 11pm. After I had my dinner, and stuff. I knew it was lunch because it was this little piece of vegetarian meat that came out with it. Capes suggested I get myself either charcoal or tomato juice. I went for the latter. 10 minutes after shooting down a can, I dashed to the loo for another hurling session. After cleaning up, I staggered over to my seat and promptly passed out. Mind you all this was at work. I recovered an hour later feeling woozy, but surprisingly the vertigo was gone, and I was back to my normal self once again within minutes.
So was it the tomato juice? The panadols? The rice biscuits? The X-healing factor within? Go figure.
I was on a shopping spree in Batu Feringghi the last 2 weeks, getting as many 3 for rm10 CDs as I could. Here's a short list of what I've picked up.
I guess having Celine Dion in my shopping list made me feel rather old. Maybe my age is showing after all. The albums getting frequent play on my computer would be the Queen of the Damned OST, Scooter, Sophie Ellis Bextor ( Groovejet rocks baby!!!), and the Resident Evil OST. Most dissapointing buy for the month? KRS-ONE. The man has seemed to go the way of religion and that just doesn't cut it for him. PM Dawn he is not. Wait, was that a Yoda moment?
