Sun, 8th of May, 2:48am

regained consciousness about 10 minutes ago. weird. felt extremely tired today. must be the culmulation of many days of odd-hour sleeping from the jet lag. i don't think i've gotten over it though; finding myself awake at such an odd hour is evidence indeed.

let me introduce to you guys Dexter. yes, if you haven't noticed, i usually forgo all my caps for my letters, but Dexter's name has to be spelt properly you know. k kidding. He's a good friend of mine back from the shooting contingent days. he's so smart that he's going to cambridge to study geography this year. damned. you know, here i am, ego-inflated from 8 months of college studying, and along comes Dexter who deflates it totally. hah. i fall short of his expectations every time! sometimes i feel like if i want to meet up with him i should invest a few days beforehand to do extra "readings" so that i can keep up an intellectual conversation with him; he's just so well read! we were at kinokuniya yesterday, and there he was asking "have you read this book? how about this one? or that one?" and i was a sobbing wreck, because i replied with a muted "no" every single time. you should see the look on his face. a mixture of contempt and embarassment. sigh. i've been weighed, measured, and tested, and i have been found wanting.

caught an extremely funny show the other day. it's a german movie called "summer storm". basically, its about two bavarian boys who are very good friends. one likes.................. blah blah blah. who am i kidding. if you want to know what the show's about, go google it. all i'm interested in saying about the show is that aside from how it explores sexuality in a non-oppressive way (again, who am i kidding? go read a review if u're interested in a show), the highlight of the show has got to be this character called Anke. now, i don't know who the actress is because i ain't interested enough to go google her name (unlike a certain alvin koh), but wow. a true, genuine, heave-a-sigh-of-content wow. she's absolutely gorgeous, and her love for this other male lead went unrequited because he was gay. damned. how cruel. i felt so sorry for her. she got rejected simply because the guy couldn't stop "choking the chicken" at the thought of other guys. geez.

it's funny how, for 8 months, i've been longing for singaporean food, but it really doesn't turn out to be that good after all. case in point. i've been absolutely dreaming to eat prata, but when i sat down to eat it at fong seng the other day, it was that fantastic! the prata wasn't crispy enough, the curry sauce wasn't sweet and hot at the same time, the nasi lemak lacked that extra ooomph, the milo-dyno tasted a little too sweet for my liking. murphy's law at work. but anyhow, eating such "crappy food" is a lot better than the american junk. hah. (yes soofen, u'd have to bear with me for a while as i talk about singaporean food)

i simply forgot how hot it really is over here. what is up with the weather anyway? i want to play some soccer, and it pours like no tomorrow. i go out, and it's so hot that i am soaking wet simply from standing at amk mrt station waiting for the train to arrive. i am almost embarassed to get onto the train because i don't want to be "that guy". you know, the guy you stand 10-metres away from on the mrt because you think he stinks. yes, that guy. no i don't ever want to be him.

it really doesn't help that i've to wear my uniform to work every single day. plus i have to climb the irritating slope up to mindef every morning. i hate my work already. =(

you guys should go read chongmeng's blog if you are free. he's my buddy from nj. private peter peh is actually a shortened version of a nickname he had back when he was in medic school: private peter pussy peh. derived entirely due to his dying need ( at that time) to be cool and have 4 Ps to his name. haa. go read.

the song you're listening to now is matchbox twenty's live version of "if you're gone". stunning, isn't it?