The light, reflected

The space between you and her seems like a swath, left behind by the scything cacophony of light and sound that pulsates the dancefloor.

You can't help but notice her. In a simple dress that might have been in a shade of blue. Maybe green. Grey, perhaps. Everything dark appears grey here.

It was that look. That expectant slow blink of the eyes accompanying the slightest of smile that hooks up at the corner of her mouth. A sway of the head as she starts to move to a familiar tune. She had recognised it from the bassline that was bubbling underneath beat, filtered and tweaked into the fore expertly by the DJ.

She was clearly a regular.

She brought her drink to her mouth, the glass synchronous to her swaying movement. Her lips wrapped a thin crescent of the rim as she drank from the glass. Gin tonic always glows under ultraviolet. The quinine in the tonic was a giveaway. That must be it. Gin and Tonic.

She seemed to be alone. But not lonely. Enjoying the solitude provided by the sea of strangers, their bodies a-gyrating. She was not beautiful. That was not what had captured your attention. She did not smile directly at anyone. She was aloof and seemed more interested in the music.

There was a certain darkness in her that had created an aura to attract you.

Photos that shouldn't see the light of day

Memories are great stuff....

that's me leaving for UK. yf, fullscreamriot and vulnerable toes sending me off.
yf is still an arsenal fan and just got married (see comments - yf was, is and probably will continue to be a Man U *argh* supporter). fullscreamriot does visuals on sirens nights - this is him in his thinnest. vulnerable toes still wears polo t-shirts and gave me a couple. i still have that BUM Equipment top.

the "horse-racing" calendar was sent over by request. i needed to know where the races were held, penang, perak, selangor, ipoh or singapore. i was the only wanna-beng in York.

please ignore the bottles of wine, orange juice, soda, bombat sapphire, archers, absolut, coke...

my 21st! wowee zowee. i wasn't a fan of aaron kwok if you must know.

this was gatecrasher 2002. in my memory by dj tiesto. gave such trance hits like flight 643...this was the morning after....no....zoukout is nowhere near this. not even the one held at marina. but zoukout has got its own appeal. there aren't any empty plots of land in singapore.

this is me, with the main tent behind me. dressed up like para-military. camou pants, fleece pullover and inside was a vietnam t-shirt. you know, the red t-shirt with the bright yellow star in the middle. inside the Be Yourself tent was the first time I heard Danny Tenaglia. Whoop!

with another month to go in UK, I decided to go travelling around my favourite parts of England. This is me at the Grosmont train station just before going on the North York Moors railway.

Where have they gone?

P.S. following comments from mp147 and jados....perhaps pics of them, back in the days, should be posted online....*evil laughter trails off...(fade to black)

Muahahaha...my nudies

Mum came home last night....
bearing jeans.

You've got mail!

I found a magazine addressed to me yesterday before I left for the wedding. It was lying on the doorstep. Hand-delivered with a computer generated self-adhesive label bearing my name and home address on the plastic wrapping the magazine.

COLLECTOR'S EDITION
LEXEAN

FOR THE MAN WHO BELIEVES IN
THE POWER OF WORDS
THE MERIT OF MORALITY
THE MIGHT OF VIRTUE
ONE WHO IS WORLDLY IN OUTLOOK
ASIAN AT HEART & PROUD TO BE LEXEAN

The letters were in gold and set against the shiny black background.

I raised an eyebrow, placed it back on the table and left for the wedding.

Supposedly this is a brand new magazine that was hyped since September last year and boasted a 100,000 subscription base. Even before the first magazine was printed. Touted as a hybrid of The Economist and GQ, the Lexean editorial board and committee comprise a host of familiar names; Ken Jalleh Jr, Lisa Marie Tan, Dick Lee...(many other names) and the contributors include Ravi Veloo, Cherian George and Tan Tarn How.

Check out who reads this magazine. Or at least who they target:

Our reader is a man who is confident of who he is and pays attention to the way he lives and looks.

He belongs to a class of sharp, successful men aged between 35 and 59 years old,
earns more than $60,000 per annum. He is a leader, a CEO, a mentor.

He is discerning. He is demanding. He is who others aspire to be.

In essence, a man who is fluent in the ways of the world, affluent in the way that he lives,
and influential in ways other men can only imagine.

A thinking man.

Haha.....I don't know why they address this to me. But the magazine is a very good read. So keep on sending them to me. I don't mind. But I don't think I will pay $15.80 a pop. 100,00 subscriptions, 1000 on sale at selected locations and a few thousands delivered gratis.

I love free stuff.

Weekends are overhyped

weekends are starting to disappoint me.

there was a time when weekends just make up for all the bad stuff that happened over the week. but these days, weekends just add a bitter after taste after the week that had gone sour.

doctor gave me some Tylenol and an oral aid (wowee zowee!). Tylenol is for my fever and the oral aid is just some Chlorhexidine gel for my ulcer. the ulcer looks disgusting. i don't think i can take a photo of it. i'll just describe it like this: a slit right at the back of my mouth, somewhere very near the molars, and inside the slit is a bright white patch. i don't think i have ever had an ulcer like this before; housed within a slit. ugly.

saturday was spent preparing for some upcoming test (dreads) and the night was spent at Sirens. and when i woke on sunday, i had a massive headache and felt dryness in my throat. had to do some sword-bearing duties for a friend who was getting married so i just popped a panadol and hoped for the best.

not this morning...the best didn't happened. felt aches all over the shop, ulcer seemed to be getting worse, feeling feverish...so off to the clinic.

v is away. won't be back till CNY. anybody dateless on valentine's?