yo peeps... i'm not dead... juz partied less. tink it's a symptom for getting old, a phenomenon due to the low energy level in our bloodstreams. times seems less exciting than the past. remembered how i used to look forward eagerly to every clubbing sessions, getting dressed and travelling in mrt at 10pm to orchard on a wed nite, and exited to orchard boulevard and took bus 16 or 195, i never remembered the bus number, where i'll alight at kim seng road with the majority of the passengers, walk in jiak kim street, and into the zouk, where the legendary mambo jambo originated. sat nites will have me ending up along mohd sultan road, in this club call dbl o. the itenerary was drink less dance more. now it has evolved to drink more dance less. i never knew that can ever happen to me. martell had become one of my good frenz. dancing became less of a need, as the attention grabbing urge is almost non-existence. i juz wan a world of my own, wif my best pals. that the evolution of the nightlife experience and perception.
i remembered seeing david belle's video on the internet 4 yrs ago. the first time i saw some one jumped from roof to roof. roof of buildings over 20 metres off the ground, and roofs more than 10 metres apart, i guessed... amazing. that was parkour. 4 yrs later, i'm still amazed. the way these free runners flow through the urbanscape with fluidity and grace, portraying rebellion against urbanization, expressing the unwillingness of being conformed by urban designs and planning, transfering their bodies from structures to structures with the aid of their limbs, used in every creative methods one can tink of. art or sport? i see energy, precesion, endurance, discpline, creativity, and humour at times. and courage. the courage to jump beyond ordinary limits, the courage to scale heights, the courage of expressing oneself, and the courage of receiving applauding and disapproving stares. le parkour: vous osez?
school and work has become a part of life. i prefer work. or should i say, work makes more sense. u see shit roll into bigger shit when u made some mistake. shit dun roll in school, shit juz come one after another in school, irregardless u done the right thing or not. when i start to count, i realized i'm already in pspl for a yr! at the same time i'm graduating in abt 2 mths time (provided i dun screw up). i wonder how did i work and study through this 1 year. i'm realli happy juz to pass my modules, distinction or even merits are gifts by santa when by any chance santa makes a mistake. i do look forward to the graduation day, not coz i'm getting my cert, but coz it's an opportunity to wear nice nice... muahahaha~! the 2nd and last reason tt i look forward to graduation is that i can finally resume my full time position, receiving a proper salary, and no more worrying about running out of ammunition for living the nights, retail therapy, and of course filling my stomach everyday, and quite a few times though. so... juz let me get my degree this june. pray for me and i will treat u good if i noe who u r... muahahahahaha~~~!!!
last thing i'm ranting bout is sleep. i feel i do not have enuff sleep. but when i do the math... it seems enuff. i nv fail my math in sch, so maybe i failed to sleep. how i wish i can sleep a good god damn 24 hrs. which i tink can help me to fulfil my desire to sleep. some say we will sleep and never wake up when we die, so slep less. i say sleep when ever u can, so tt u can experience more "wake-ups" before u never get to wake up. time to sleep... good nite earth!
