bone ache for my sake

Man.. i'm getting old..

recently i dint feel like going clubbing. that has got to be a sign of advanced age.

Just now I ate two of those red eggs ppl give out at chinese weddings or their newborn’s one-month-hood.. my fingers are mostly red now and I don’t know why but I cant wash the red dye off. What kind of colouring do this ppl use! Cant the receivers of these eggs just eat them in peace without having to walk ard with red fingers.. some of the dye spilt out of the first egg when I cracked it and now my table looks like someone died on it.

On Friday I went to east coast for a 6 k run and by the end of the fifth kilometre I felt like I was going to die. That’s another sign of ageing. Also, I feel tired most of the time I’m not in my lying in my bunk looking at the ceiling.
I like prata too! Which, I realised with a tightening in the chest, causes me to visit coffee shops quite often. And when i order my teh tarik and read the Straits Times while waiting for the prata to arrive, I cant help but feel im getting into the swing of aged things just a lil too early.

My brother just got this part-job at an east coast restaurant which is like 3 hours away from home and I think quite far from inova jc where he’s at now.. in fact its freakin far from home and how he’s gonna handle we’re just gonna have to wait and see. Twice a week on Thursday and Saturday night for five hours I think that’s what my mum said. Today’s his first day at work. its quite good that he’s looking to supporting himself. My bro’s growing up.

Not feeling very reflective of late.

Sometimes when I take the bus home late at night the scenery goes past and goes past and goes.. signposts and traffic lights and turnings. The coast and trees and shophouses and motorbikes. Dusty sidelanes and roadside ramly burgers. The images go past and I’m not looking anymore but still seeing everything, looking out into space and seeing the flashing continuous everyday. Just light in those mtvs the driver switces off the cabin lights cos he’s on the highway, and the streetlamps flicker past and across my face. At these times my mind empties and my cheeks grow cold in the air-conditioning, and with my head against the backrest the roiling of the engine keeps me from sleep. life goes by outside my window and I’m slumped in my seat, surrounded by the noise of the running bus, and the cold stale air of a lonely ride.