Mead, friends and The doctor.

Yesterday...........

I ended up in hospital. Ok, it was a 24hr clinic in a hospital. Cause, "severe asthma attack" according to Doctor Tim. 

I had been having Asthma attacks the whole day but the last one was the worst. A friend drove me and oaks there. 

Mag-"Aren't you supposed to be off beer if you're asthmatic?"

Me-"I dont think Mead is really beer...."

Shawn-"Ya Mag, its mead, totally different."

Kersh-"If Delfi wasn't feeling too good, how come he came down?"

Me-That's why I was only having 1 drink.....

(We were having a mini poly reunion just hours before at some bar called brewerkz)

I was greeted by a friendly nurse and she led me to a room and connected me to some machines to check my heartbeat and oxygen level. I was hyperventilating a bit and she told me to relax. I was getting enough oxygen. I tried to do a little neat trick to get my heartbeat down. I got it down from 90 to 75 beats per minute and felt like Batman, I then googled healthy beats per minute and found out mine wasnt too fantastic. There goes being batman. (There is this crazy athelete guy who has his heartbeat down to 28bpm at a  relaxed state)

Doctor Tim walks in a gives me a "Yo, What up?" and leaves.

Me-"Wheeze wheeze yeah...." 

Oaky starts to check the board of in house doctors outside to check if he's for real or not.

The nurse then leads me to a different room to give me 6 pills and hook me up on a nebullizer. Picture time. Whatsapp. Darth vader look. 

When having a chat with the doctor later, I realized he smattered and sprinkled his conversations with lots of "No worries, Cheers mate, Bros" and so on so forth. Young enthusiastic guy.

Things I am trying to remember. "Cold foods No Good. Cats gotta go or be confined to one room(Not happening la). Smoke less or quit, if you social smoke, gargle your throat. 

All in All I think it was a $196 well spent.

21st december 2012

This is a 2 in one. Yesterday’s and Today’s.

Yesterday’s dream. The clearest one is me and Shawn in a Gold mint shop. Shawn is looking to buy some coins and picking some out. It’s his first time. I am just watching and waiting. The Boss of the shop comes out and says that transactions need to be done in a curtained room within the shop. It seems very important. The Boss also says that Shawn needs to be dressed up. Shawn goes behind and comes out a moment later with a new suit jacket and some new shoes.

(I found 5 bucks the same day….just saying.)

Today’s dream. The one I remember most is going over to Penny Foulger’s house to teach James and Toby. I remember feeling anxious.( I think I remembered the fact that I actually got fired last week in real life. Heh. Or maybe it was the conversation that I had yesterday with Anita about me being “released”from teaching James.) Anyway, back to the dream, I am waiting for one of the boys in the piano room. I think they are late. I fall asleep(in a Dream I can SLEEP) and I don’t know why but the door was closed and locked behind me. I wake up and just walk out of the house after that. A part of me did not feel like teaching those buggers.

4th dec 2012

Old Mall. Human looking alien captures friend in a jello mold like substance. I try to find a way to break the mold.

The scene switches to me triyng to break the window of a flat. Apparently mine. Apartment on the roof. I contemplate one of my home made aluminium smoke bombs to flush the intruder out. Ashik suddenly comes to mind and mentions about training with all the broken glass around.

9th nov 2012

Family first, traffic cops second, Singapore goes to the pits.

This dream starts out with a piano; me moving my piano to some void deck beside a kindergarten. I am supposed to be picking up another piano from somewhere else. As I leave the piano at the void deck, I am thinking how cool it would be to be able to play a piano anytime I want under the block. As I leave, I hear piano music coming from the kindergarten. 2 pianos? Wow.

I am supposed to view some piano in somebody’s house. I have no idea who they are. They live on the 5^th floor and the lift is quite far. I take the stairs, forget something, go down and come back up again. It’s a typical malay house. The décor and everything. I think I talk to the family there.

I see my late grandfather there. He is on a wheel chair. I go over and say Hi to him. He says that he was angry with someone but that he thinks he should let go of the anger. I thought that he sounded pretty coherent. (My Grandad suffered from dementia when he was alive)

The family mentioned that they have some booze to give away cuz they don’t drink. They let me hang around and as they leave, they ask me to lock up. There is a friend with me in the apartment. She mentions that she wants to bathe which I thought was strange since we weren’t living in the house. I wait for her. She comes out of the bathroom with a small white towel. It slips away and she decides to walk around the house naked. I think because she’s a friend I don’t mind. We are having a normal conversation, totally aware that she’s buck naked but being fine with it. We decide to have some of that booze. We decided on some peach vodka, left it on the table and decided to look for glasses. (I thought drinking out of the bottle was fine) We took so long to find the glasses that we forgot where we put the bottle in the first place. We start panicking and soon enough the family comes back home. Someone accuses grandad of being drunk and I quietly leave the house. (there was a bottle of booze hidden under a pile of clothes on a chair just behind him)

I am walking down some neighbourhood. I see a small group of may 4-5 student protestors. Free amsterdam or something. I thought that they looked rather silly. I sit with Shawn and another friend, stone table outdoors. Suddenly, there is a bunch of cops walking by. They have Oaky by the arm. Looks like they are going to arrest her. Was she a part of the protest,? I thought to myself. I think she’s gonna be fine. The second time they came around again, I followed them. They walked her over to some street. I walked up to her and gave her a hug. She was being arrested for a fucking traffic offence. And 5 cops needed to escort her. The cops leave us there while they find back up. We disappear into a building behind us. Like effing batman. Smooth. We take the lift up to the 3^rd story and it says, “Meredith Hotel”. We turn up smack in the middle of some ballroom. It’s a wedding and there is a whole bunch of affluent malays and arabs. It’s a chicken and shisha party. It’s everywhere. The camera man is asking this arab dude to pose with his chicken and he goes, “chicken?”

We step out into the lobby and disappear.

20th september 2012

I am a cop. Or an army guy. There is a major scandal in the local church.

 A criminal case. Me and my partner are there to make sure no one leaves

while the people inside are being questioned. Its all quiet when suddenly

nuns and the people are going crazy. We are trying to fight them off

 without hurting them but they are hell bent on killing us. We defend

ourselves as best as we can.  I hear gunfire. Someone outside is shooting

 and one by one, people are dropping dead.

I run to the nearest shelter which happens to be an apartment that looks

like my old long corridor flat in dover. In that apartment I am introduced

 to some other cops. I spot a glimpse of the shooter in the opposite

window. He looks so 60’s/70’s killer cliche, moustache and all. The guy I

 was talking to drops dead. Bullet in the head. Our shooter can now shoot

 through walls. Everybody is dead except for me and Colin farrel. I am so

 paranoid by now that I don’t think I can trust this guy. I am thinking

whether it would be easier to go and kill the shooter myself, or to let the

 outside cops get to this guy. I stay in that apartment and it feels like I am

waiting for death.

Two guys come into the apartment. Its Harrison ford and Robert deniro.

 My killers. As ford draws the gun to shoot me, I grab deniro by the neck

and use him as a shield. He struggles and I attempt to choke him. Ford is

kicking me over and over again and I just keep blocking with my free

hand. I am thinking this is it….can I throw them out the window when I

wake up. I roll over, check on my wife, pull up the blanket for her and tell

myself that I will react peacefully even if I am in a violent dream.

More Notes to self.

I must find a day when I can view the paintings on my own.

Yesterday I went to see J.M.S's paintings. (Jendala, esplanade) I know pretty much nothing about art and the program booklet thingy doesn't help me much. There are a few of his works in it but they're not my favourite ones. (There's one in there which may be a 3M sponge with instructions on how to use it. I don't know. Maybe.) My favourite ones are, damn I can't describe it. That's why I need to go back again. It's the second group of big paintings from the right. The top right one and the bottom left one. There's also this interesting one where it looks like a big wave is gonna come crashing down on this farmer looking dude.

I find it funny that when I play music sometimes, I see light and I can feel it. When I look at paintings, my eyes act like hands, touching and there's some music going on in the paintings. I might be wired wrongly.

(Old one from I dont know when)

I'm thinking.

I'm thinking of the importance of technical class while fixing up the ikea wardrobe.
Funny her making holes in the cupboard.
The Assasination of DeL Esfandi by the Bastard Dino Lee.

(Another old One)

We think too much.

Suspend your thoughts for a moment. This is about nothing.

9th nov-12th nov 2008

Sunday.
Dorothy Kathleen Kung passed away on the 9th of November 2008. I got a call from my mom in vancouver at 7am. I was at Aunt ceci's place by 8 plus. Grandma shrunk alot. She wasn't eating well in her last few days and she looked different. But, she looked peaceful. The embalmers took her body away to the mortuary at 9am. Most of the family in Sg were around. Cousin Gary was having an upset stomach probably due to the lack of sleep. While on the way to making a police report he did a shart and stayed in a coffeeshop toilet till we came over and rescued him with new shorts and underwear. That was pretty funny. The Funerals arrangements, tents, embalming, obituaries etc were all taken care of with the help of Uncle Malcolm and Ivy. The wake was at the void deck at Aunt Ceci's place and we all hung around till they brought Grandma's body back at 3pm. Uncle Malcolm gave us a thorough briefing on..............(Old Unfinished post)

Music is going back to the source

In the early 90's, sans youtube, the only way to appreciate music was buy a tape, or a cd or go to a concert. It was a pretty nice experience. I'd buy a cd, read the sleeve, band bio, whatever while listening to the music. I had the occasional KERRANG mag, or rolling stone mag for additional info on the band. This may seem like I'm being nostalgic or sentimental, but the fact is, I don't miss this at all.

MP3's are killing album sales. Therefore, it is up to the artist or musician to make something worth listening to. Gone are the days when you'd have to buy an album just because there was this one song that you like or you'd wait for it to come out on the radio and tried to tape it OR best case scenario, hope that a friend buys it and just rip the track of them.

The idea of a "concept" album is lost on this generation. Its not a bad thing really. Most of the music out nowadays are based on singles....therefore, downloading a specific track. You get stars nowadays like Lady Gaga, Bieber, and Taylor Swift. Slam them if you like but these are albums that the general market wants to buy. They created an album worth buying. Something that you can listen to from the first track to the last.

The last time I heard something like that was probably schubert's trout quintet in A. Not very new music is it? Or ok, a bit more recent but still old is Guns and roses Appetite for destruction....hmm...Ok, a BIT MORE recent still is Death cab for cutie's plans.

Nowadays, its just me and my ipod. Music, and the source. No distracting album cover. All imagination. Once in a while youtube. I get to choose what I want to listen to and when.
Brilliant.





Delfi esfandi digs Bill evans, Chopin and whatever Oaks is listening to cuz she has all the cool music.

Xann loves Tori Amos.

Mong Loves My chemical romance and progressive metaL.

Sippy LOVES Ave Maria(schubert) and soothing classical music.

The compass

Dharma, Dharma, dharma.

Guide me like a Gps.

Where I walk, people seem to fall.

I will pick you up.

Dharma, oh Dharma.

What else am I to do?

I can only trust my true friend.

The knower that walks with me.

Karma, karma, Karma.

When will I be rid of you?

I'm slipping,

I'm sliding,

i'm dancing

and swerving,

past these 3 gates of darkness.

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Luke 8:17
“For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest,
nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light.” 

My Birthday Wish

This Birthday, I pray for wisdom and understanding. 
I pray for patience and the hope that my spirit will always shine.
 I pray to be forever connected to the field I call the universal mind. I pray for the 3 graces,
 tenderness, generosity and respect. 
I pray that I will always remember the personal evolution of another being. 
I pray for me.
 I pray for you.
 Love and Light.
p.s. Note to self DeL. Start your dream journal.

Pariss...then and now.

Pariss. The restaurant, not the city. http://www.hungrygowhere.com/singapore/Pariss_International_Seafood_Buffet__Marina_Square_/


 6 years ago, I brought Oaks to a seafood buffet place at Taka called Pariss for her birthday. We were younger, broker, and the $37++ per head seemed like something that one could only do for really SPECIAL occasions. We loved the gloriously cina set up, chandeliers, funky wallpaper, and plastic flowers a must. We spent 2 1/2 hours there and stuffed our faces with what was possibly genetically modified big assed oysters and lots of sashimi. We left the place happy, and with full bellies and promised to come back one day....


We finally went back today. Not the taka one cuz that one is long gone. We had to settle for the one in Marina Square. The decor was strangely....tacky. There were real pictures of the lourve and scenery in paris. (why?) Everything looked overly garish.


 The food was so so I think. Oaky went from excited to bleargh to sad to angry to crying all in one sitting during dinner. And it was all because of the food. Especially her favourite foods that she usually eats. The sashimi and sushi tasted like some dudes just bought fish offa sheng shiong and sliced it up. The crayfish was not properly thawed. Fair enough, it was a chinese set up so like puck the japanese right? The molten lava cake had a texture of crispy biscuits with gooey chocolate innit. So yeah, puck pastry chefs. The latte I had was too burnt for my taste. Or maybe it really was burnt so puck starbucks.


 But what was unacceptable....well at least for Oaks it was UNACCEPTABLE was that they messed up the yam paste dessert thing. Oaky's favourite dessert called the orni. "Ïts burnt!"She said as she flung her spoon across the room, hitting the chandelier. (At least that was what she was thinking of doing) She was very upset that they couldnt get the chinese dessert right and later rationalized that it must have been a conspiracy against her teochew peoples. Next time we will go to Lisbonz universal seafood teochew restaurant.


 It wasn't all bad and they really did have other food which were really good. The fry ups were awesome. Oysters were ok. I had a longevity bun which was good. Durian puff not too bad. Crocodile meat soup which is apparently good for asthma. Unagi roll and the excellent Kailan. Oaky says that the orange juice is not that good but its a familiar taste during chinese new year visits so that's alright. There you have it, now you know what to order if ever you go to Pariss......international seafood buffet restaurant. $40 something ++ per head.