This Ginger Cat.

The day buddy came over, I was cleaning house. (I think that's his name. My wife gave him that but I'm still finding it hard to roll it offa my tongue)

The storeroom was in a big mess and I was determined to get my Army stuff out to prepare for my upcoming reservist. We were clearing stuff out and determined to throw a chunk of things away. We gathered a pile of stuff to throw, things that you only look at once and put back in the storeroom, things that you think would be nice to keep but really has no use anyway.

I was going thru my personal box of things. I am not usually sentimental with my belongings and I am quick to give up my stuff to make way for the possible new. Things like cards however, (birthday, christmas, wedding, wedding invites) must keep. There were weird things in the box like old gaffer tapes, padlocks, a french conversation cassette tape. Throw. Discman!....Keep. 

Then I found my old notebooks and letters. I flipped through it and an old wave of freaking nostalgia hit me. My thoughts, my hopes, penned in times of desperation and need. Goals I had. 1995-2004. Letters from an ex sprayed with perfume (eternity)and signed off with a william blake poem. A cheeky letter from an ex lover. My old writings of longing...if I could call them poetry but it was probably the ramblings of a young perpetually love sick guy. I threw them all out. To make space. Within and without.

I packed it all in a black trash bag. We gathered our throwaways and brought it downstairs to the assigned "dumping area". I remember feeling a a little sad that I was throwing stuff out but reassuring myself that its ok. You always wanna keep the old things for memories. Like its gonna matter when you're dead and gone. I am just a small drop in this ocean. Nobody cares and I am fine with that. I am fine with that. Will people congregate during your funeral to read your penned thoughts and think about you? Most probably not unless you're famous. I think people will remember you for what you've done and that might be the most important thing. I think. 

There is a cat in the dumping area. He looks frozen from fear and is comically trying to hide behind a piece of paper with some food on it. 

Hello Buddy. 

11/1/2013

 Strange mall selling electronic stuff. To go up to the other side, you need to walk the opposite way and downwards. I try this for a bit until everything starts turning upside down. Floor to ceiling walk? 

The place turns right side up. It becomes a log cabin home. Quite pretty actually with some diy work needed. The staircase railing is coming off. We put the painting right way up. Some guy I apparently know goes out to get supplies. 

I am sitting at the piano. Victor is showing me how notes can be read upside down. He gets on the floor and talks about perspective and sight. Unfortunately, there is a lady (total stranger, guest?)  using the pc and she thinks he is going for an upskirt.

 In the kitchen, mong and ginger are hanging out and playing.


I wake up with a stiff neck.

9/1/2013

Party on the coast. An uncle arrives with his boat. Security guard mall. My clothes look like thiers. Professionalism. Dont Touch! Fight scene vs 2. Demonstration. I felt so goondu during the whole dream. Too real.

Happy new year!

(update, met Ros on the 10th. We are going to sign up for KM classes this March so that's good news)

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.