I want to remember the places that we left, lost to the mists of time

Play me a sad song
'Cause that’s what I want to hear

Death of a party: Loof, Politik Chic, August 2007

It began one lovely evening.

Rachxf and Sophie

Wide-shot, by Clar Bear of Phie and rach

Best buds. They are sworn by the same pizza slice. Clar and Alf.

Bulelwa "Free Palestine" meets Alf the communist
After much rum, vodka and beerlao as the social lubricant...And Spice Girls on the sound system

Yanwen and Dylan

Amelia, rachxf, yanwen, Sari and Dylan

Us and Us.

- Inebriated perspectives-


Shaun

A "Fall-Lawn" Min

Me and ma "ho-MIN"

Rabid Rongjun hits the floor

Sari at the bar

Mad hatters Margie and rach

Move aside, George Clooney

He is the reason why I am so turned on watching medical drama. Give me a biopsy, Dr House.

Hello opera.

methinks he is gorgeous. avec makeup, that is.

Sing, sing, sing.

Scrolling through my ipod last night made me recall some good memories of spontaneous singing:

- Suxin, Ailing and I were trying to rap/sing to Outkast's Ms Jackson after school in Nanyang one day. The best we could do was, "Sorry Ms Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry, I apologise a trillion times...woo woo woo,"

We couldn't rap.

- M. and I was trying hard to remember the lyrics to Everclear's boot-tapping-licious Santa Monica, while he got all the chords right on his guitar.

"We can live beside the ocean. Leave the fire behind. Swim out past the breakers. Watch the world die"

- Enroute to Physics Laboratory period in JC, singing my then-favourite Garbage song to J who was extremely tickled by my less-than perfect vocals.

"Go Baby go go. We're right behind you. Go baby go baby, OOHHHH, we're right behind you............"

- An inebrieted pair of Min and myself, outside Zouk. Attempting to sing Ash's Burn Out.

See. I can't even remember the lyrics.

- Post-Prom night party at China Black. Party closes at 3 am with the hip hop dj opting to spin Radiohead's Creep.

I think ( i think) Ailing and I were singing like two siao char bohs to the song, scaring the shits out of people.

"I'm a CREEEEppp. I'm a Weirddooooo....."

- Driving to Marina South with O, blasting Oasis on stereo. +

"Some might say That we will find a brighter day. Some might say We will find a brighter day.Yeah-ah!"

Good times. good times.

Insomnia besets

I was thinking about all the juvenile and infantile things that a 19 year-old me have once said to someone.

I cringed, I laughed and I wished I had said something better (to save whatever we could)

Funny how words can change the way things swing.

Meanwhile ( a word i have been using a tad too much, cos i use it in my AFP oil market stories), I learnt a new word!

rap·proche·ment (rä'prôsh-mäɴ')
n.
A reestablishing of cordial relations, as between two countries.
The state of reconciliation or of cordial relations.

Hmm, a sign perhaps.

Coolest nepali kid in Kathmandu

Good Fashion. Boy on left, in vintage singlet, jeans, scarf and a 800 rupee army jacket with studs. Loves it. He is a fashion icon, without knowing he is one.

Bad Fashion. Rachxf in a sarong, because she tore her pants.