Fool's Gold

Cranberries - Linger





If you, if you could return
Don’t let it burn, don’t let it fade
I’m sure I’m not being rude
But it’s just your attitude
It’s tearing me apart
It’s ruining everything
And I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey so did you

Was it just a game to you
But I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong
I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn’t be so confused
And I wouldn’t feel so used
But you always really knew
I just wanna be with you

And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you

Last Weekend in Singapore

Recap of the weekend

Friday (after 12pm..sorta switched off from work liao)

found time for a haircut, wash and blow during lunch, arrived back in time for meeting some more... like the new look heh

dinner with my team at 聚宝, value for money... $225 for 7 pax, 8 dishes... sedap!
finally my turn to 埋单 :)
thanks for the memories!

Kung-Fu Panda... wonderfully funny.. a little hope for the chubby underdogs of this world
Woo-shi finger hold... take that!
Thanks to the Steady Lagi faithful for taking time and watching the movie wif me! glad everyone (i hope) enjoyed it! Gonna miss you ppl too...

Saturday

slow rainy day.. got out of bed close to lunchtime
ventured out far west (Boon Lay!) to help a friend with her stuff to Shanghai
hope she solves her visa problems and can finally go!

went up to Markoose's place for my first date with Chloe Lim Kopi-Xi
She warmed up easily enuff, although the short attention span was kinda insulting..
hey gotta respect ur dates, especially the good ones!
BO and JT joined us and Chloe out at West Coast Park, where she proceeded to get herself real dirty and sweaty then dropped a whole coat of fur in my car... eeew
but was a good runout.. dogs are fun when they are not yours :P

went haggling for new running shoes at Queensway
bah... i felt the integrity of these merchants have really gone down the gutter
after many attempts at getting the right price and the right merchandise, decided to cut my losses and go for a cheap pair of Asics at $91 (yes, the cockster refused to give me even a dollar off).. bugger off

dinner with the gang at Alexandra Village... braised duck, BBQ stingray, Sambal Dua Tow, Sambal Kangkong and Hei Zhoh, washed down with soursoup drink... yum yum... gonna miss hawker food loh!

my Steady Lagi buds, they bothered to walk wif me to the revamped Anchorpoint to shop for toiletries and pharmaceuticals at Watsons.... this place shall forever be known as Outlet Point...

went home, decided i couldn't be bothered with Euro and just slept...

Sunday

Mee Pok brunch at Simpang... 2 more months before I indulge again man... :(

Aussino.. bought so much bedding stuff and of cos, overspent again.. but heck la.. settling in allowance lor

NTUC.. buy curry powder... hope Shanghai gonna welcome me with open arms

Dinner at Baba Inn with the family... good Peranakan food to send me off

So.. all my bags are packed and I'm ready to go..
Are you ready to see me outside your door?

Adios amigoes

Sincerely...

I'll Be Your Baby TONIGHT

Presenting the Steady Lagi buskers.. last sighted at an underpass below you...

Faith can't hurt

Caught an episode of Grey's Anatomy over the weekend.

Essence of a conversation between Bailey and the Chief caught my attention

Miranda Bailey: Don’t get me wrong, I have faith, I do. Faith isn’t medicine, faith can’t heal you.

Richard Webber: That may be so. But then again, it can’t hurt.

Sometimes we get caught up thinking that having faith means that faith alone can solve the problem at hand, that having faith is the Panacea that cures all ills.

I believe in the more passive nature of faith. That keeping it and believing in it gives you strength to deal with your problems. I.e. faith itself serves no purpose, but knowing how to apply it makes us certain of what we do..

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see
Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

My other take of it is summed up by the Chief.. faith sure doesn't hurt you.

So have faith, my friends, but continue working hard to get what you want :)

Tiger Woods

This will perforate somebody's liver on Friday

Hole	Par	Drink	Location
1	5	Guiness Stout	Timbre @ Arts House
2*	2	Tequila Pop	Harry's Boat Quay
3	3	Bourbon Coke	The Cavern
4*	3	Whisky Green tea	Lighthouse
5*	3	Vodka Cranberry	Bar-Ra-Cuda
6*	4	Glass of red wine	Highlander Bar
7*	2	Flaming Sambuca	Highlander Bar
8	3	2 X Gin Tonic	Fashion Bar
9*	5 / 6*	Hoegaarden	Brussels Sprouts
	30 / 20*

Additional Playoff: 3 Tequila neat shots, 1st to finish wins!

Cheers!

The Blog Of Being Sick

I'm sick of being sick!
I was talking just a couple weeks ago about the quality of sleep.
It's no fun sleeping for 12-15 hours a day and waking up every so often to go to the bathroom cos you've drank a jerry can full of water or the runs have hit you again.

Arrgh.

I wanna get back to work too. Finish unfinished business.

It's Tuesday night, clear skies (albeit hot) and I'm not playing footy.
Life sucks.

Maybe drinking and smoking less might help.
Nah.. there's Pub Golf on Friday. I should ask for a handicap :P

I'm a heart man

It sure feels like a bungee jump.
I remember my first.

You feel this deep reluctance to take the leap.
You get encouraged, co-erced and then finally pushed over the edge.
And when you're free-falling, you didn't want it to stop.
You let gravity take over.

The G force becomes your master.
As the speed increases, so does your heart rate.
The rhythmic pounding is the slave to the master.
When your brain finally catches up, you feel the uneasiness of being tugged back.

You hang and then you rebound.

The first tug is like a regurgitation, like a jolt to your senses.
During hangtime, the frames relay themselves.
You recall the last few seconds that seemed like an eternity.

Subsequent tugs adds spin to the equation, like a cockscrew unwinding inside.
You feel helplessly lost in your bearings.
Yet trying valiantly to recover the exhilaration of the moment before.

And then all is still.
But the heart continues pounding, yearning for more.

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"I'm not optimistic, I'm not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. And I know. I am a heart man. I take 'em apart. I put 'em together. I hold them in my hands. I am a heart man."

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