christmas time

i was walking through the streets of orchard road, looking at all the lights and decorations on the trees lining the roads like ostentatious and tasteless jewellery on an old whore feigning a class she refuses to admit she will never possess, despite everything pointing to the contrary. Some where amidst the vulgar clash of music, i realised that though the reds lights made orchard look like one long maxi pad, the true meaning of christmas should not be lost and that all my seasonal bitterness was a little unwarranted, so id like to wish everyone a very merry and blessed hitachi.

raise your fists like antennas to heaven

the gig was great. i was drunk and so i messed up here and there but it was great because of the friends and loved ones who came down to see us. Dancing, raising fists in the air, singing along to our songs and even crying ( sorry jeremy ) you guys made our last gig really something. Thank you for your kindness. ( photographic documentation available on hmmf.blogspot.com )

We are going to record a last album in january and have two songs down so far. I was meant to spent december writing an opus, but its just not happening.

While everyone else was at zouk out, i spent saturday evening driving around empty bits of singapore. Went a little off road for a bit into a hidden cemetry and kind of deflated my dad's tires in the process. It was the first time i had really driven by myself since the accident, so yes cedric i was strangling the steering wheel and feeling the onset of cardiac arrest apon entering the highway. But After awhile things got comfortable, a little too comfortable. I finished most of the fuel over the weekend and early week and my dad's back today.

My family is back from Israel after 2 weeks today, thus bringing an end to early nights at home. My mum is going to be upset that her plants are withering, and my dad is gonna be peeved once he finds out that i not only drove his car after explicit instructions not to but also accidentally went through an ERP gantry without a cashcard. I think i will tell him on xmas, when charitability is a little more forthcoming.

There will be no trip this december unfortunately cos i lost my ticket to someone else.

watched 3 movies recently. Lilya forever, hardcore and king kong.
across russian, greek and english , the movies were surprising similar. Unrequited love and tragedy. i need a happy film soon.

december is bleeding me out.

monday sessions

four times in two weeks, the mrt gantries have snapped their jaws shut on my crotch, is there a clandestine ethnic cleansing programme i should be made aware of?

its been an absolutely horrid weekend, and i just feel like going into seclusion for awhile. when you think things cant get any worse, life has a funny way of proving you wrong.

tonight is possibly the last live performance that last transmission will ever play. ive been in the band for almost a quarter of my life now, so it feels a little strange, but im glad to move on and start something completely different.

that happy sad pixies song has been playing in my head for days, reminding me of everything i cant forget.

I feel estranged from alot of people cos i can no longer relate to their relative carefreeness.