Sunday, February 10, 2008
- 7:01 am
i guess im just not suited to change. i can lie in bed for hours and not fall asleep. half the time i end up watching something stupid on tv till 4 and then next thing i know is six and time to head off to work. my head is just stuffed full of thoughts and words and things just flying around and smacking headlong into one another. i think i need a filing cabinet, but the last time i went in i ended up on the outswing being chased by a pack of raptors. overactive imagination? sometimes. maybe. if the weather is right.
so i fill my time with things to do in the hope that by the time im done ill be too tired to think, and just fall deep into glorious, beautiful slumberland. i need to be coaxed outta consciousness, be chatted to sleep; come to a joint decision or let fatigue do its thing. three hours of sleep a night is less than savoury under most circumstances, and im tired; and at the same time not tired. why cant i just be one? i dont know. maybe its cos liverpool are playing chelsea tomorrow. maybe its cos im lost. maybe its cos nothing compares to...
past few days have been nothing short of brilliant. the imran khan concert with vishal and bhavan on wednesday was crud, mainly because the khan guy didnt show and a bunch of idiots took the stage and were very, very bad. if anybody heard the shouts of "go home!", "gong xi fuck off!" and "black white town are we!" you probably know who it was. oh and apparently it was one prhabus birthday, and a girl called grace wished him. i dont know. its just so magical and coincidental how everytime bhavan vishal and i go clubbing or pubbing, somehow the djs or band are always "wishing prhabu a happy birthday!", just that this time it was from grace. vishal thinks shes a virginal sacrifice, sorta king-kongesque. i just think she lost her mind.
oh yeah plus vishal was grinding away happily with a girl called shafali. it was hilarious and bhavan and i nearly pissed ourselves laughing our arses off at him. later on, there was a mysterious announcement from the djs. it went like this;
"is there a shafali in the house? shafali...will you get over here please. well shafali we just wanna let you know that there are 3 eligible bachelors for you tonight...us two djs and another guy..that guy is...VISHAL, vishal would you come over here please. yes well shafali, vishal has something he would like to ask you, and vishal would like to say to you SHAFALI! WILL YOU MARRY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?"
i have no idea as to how that happened.
and last night was great too. night cycling with the boys- bhavan, vishal, siddarth george, harshil, siddartha,senthil, arjun, gautam and haresh (who pulled out early and swapped bikes with me after my tyre burst). bhavan fell off his bicycle a few times and ended up bloodying my shirt, vishal lost us twice and set us back an hour, and bhavan was accused of being malay by some drunk tamil gangsters. it was brilliant fun cos we cycled from east coast park, down through dhoby ghaut, little india, orchard and finally clarke quay where we stopped and just sat chatting by the river at 4 in the morning. it was so peaceful. just us, a bunch of guys sitting and chatting about stuff, politics, ns, medicine, the state of the nation, just us guys around together. us boys who grew up together, now men, us rindians, us rafflesians.
the brotherhood.
P.S. bhavan and i are no longer "chums not". instead, he vishal and i are now "the clubbing crew". we do many stupid things, but whats important is that we do them together.
hit the stars
