The night didn't kick into full gear till we were outside Club momo, the nightlife there seemed lethargic and unimpressive, and we stayed outside for awhile, I, being the odd out one out since I was sitting or squatting by the curb, not participating in the typical NSman's gossip mainly because I wasn't part of the formation/unit/division/section, and I didn't take much care in Brendan's and Joanna's conversation until a topic relating to her, was brought up.(I've grown used to the feeling, so I've become pretty stoic with regards to this...). So, as usual I'd carry on as though I wasn't affected by it, grinding my teeth a little, one would wonder, 'why don't you just.....' and if the question comes up, I guess I'll shrug it off saying, life is short, if I decide to let myself pursue a forgone conclusion or one that is based on my own little flawed window of reality, I'd be wasting time, too much of it. So, still indecisive about whether to go in, due to our distinctive and instinctive epidermis pigmentation issue, we waited as the prices of our tickets slowly depreciated, and eventually we did go into the place after it picked up a bit,into a smoky and loud place, a club.

My first instinct was to go to the toilet but didn't give in to it till I reorientated myself to momo. The place seemed more run down, the pole dancers were hideous decorations, the ah Lians and ah Bengs were evacuating the facility, and with good reason I might add. So it was after awhile that I went to the toilet, with its cubicles so beautifully layered with vomit, piss and shit, waste of the party animal, typical species of enclosures such as these. I left the toilet, noticing awhile later that Jerold and his girlfriend were making several disappearing and reappearing acts while the rest were checking out the dance floor, while all I did with Brendan was stand around and look at the most pleasing thing, which was soccer, which says alot about the place since I'm not even a soccer fan. Things took a turn for the worse when we finally got a table. Which resulted in me being uncomfortably sandwiched by Joanna and Melissa, Jerold's Girlfriend, for awhile. And just after I escaped from the flanking, Jerold said something to Melissa which resulted in her offering to get a girl's number and we be together or something by the end of the night(by the way, the only thing I was kissing at the end of the night was my toilet bowl). I was like I have no time, the whole offering was quite out of place, since me being me, have resolved that such offerings even if successful are nonetheless nothing more than distractions with little depth anyhow. Anyway Shaun, being his generous self, treated a bottle of Dewar's Whiskey, and so feeling obliged to drink I knocked back about a healthy/unhealthy portion of the liquor, resulting in my uncontrolled bobbing to the music, which resulted in me wanting to go to the dancefloor which also resulted in me making an immediate U-turn due to the unexplained phenomena of Penis Repulsion, which follows the same law as magnets, and I was pushed back by that force along with Brendan due to the magnitude and size of it that night. The music was starting to make me dizzy now, along with my bobbing, and my vision was going, and a generous portion of my psychomotor ability, so when Brendan asked whether we could take a breather outside, I gladly followed, Daniel followed soon after, bearing bad news, that the second bottle was coming, I asked for it too, so it was our doom I guess. I had a resolution to finish that bottle and it wasn't enough, I proceeded to take three generous portions of it along with coke and along with my many many warcrys of 'TAKE IT DOOOOOWWN!', and that was when I hit the peak, and it was all downhill from there, the music blasting and thumping, my bobbing reaching its climax, I lost all recollection of that night besides puking in the grass outside, being at my front door, and proceeding to kowtow to my beloved toilet bowl 20 or more times(followed by another 20 the next day), bad night, worst hangover.
(8:49 AM)

I read somewhere in one of Paul Coelho's books,
that in each life, there is 1 main actor, around 2000 supporting cast..
and all the rest are extras.
and it is pretty true...
somehow...
the same people you are meant to meet are all sort of inter-linked..
connected by some way...
or perhaps its because..
Singapore is way too small or
I may be turning into Walter Sparrow from 23...

anyway.....
back to life in NS....
where I am in a more or less relaxed mood at RP...
and it seems as though NS has taken a backseat for me now..
allowing a hell lot of time to...
brush up on my life...
as I've longed from the start...
and things are slowly picking up...
and I guess its time I took up driving
and perhaps even try to get a performing gig somewhere late this year
if I can be disciplined enough to sit down and work out all my musical shortcomings...
and if I don't get toooo preoccupied...
sigh...
at least alot of stuff and emotional baggage has been moved out of the picture too.
(5:58 AM)

Ok....
so the course is two weeks...
but I've already grown sick of it halfway through...
its like me to get sick over something I'm not enthusiastic about...
the post however,
is more favourable as it provides me with time and privacy I could ill afford before..
damn....
if I be tactical about it....
I might even be able to breeze through the remaining 10 months without doing anything...
*Grins wickedly
(9:24 AM)