I look a little bit older, I look a little bit colder

After a day at the butterfly park in Airport's Terminal 3,
I'm beginning to doubt my hatred for all insects.

I hate how girly I'll sound when I say,
Butterflies,
Are just beautiful.

During the trip I imagined keeping butterflies as pets,
They'll make my precious Yaya happy,
Happy to find new preys.





Butterflies flying around crashing into my G-spot (Yes fareha you know where it is),
Makes it harder for me to get a good shot.
Tsk.





Lookie lookie,
Someone's having an erection looking at butterflies.





I wouldn't want this to fly in my bedroom though.





You're way too beauuutifull girlll.




Canine as our sniffers,
Butterflies as our spies.


We spent literally the whole day touring around Changi Airport,
Visiting places I've never been.

Though on the darker side.

My takamime semi-acoustic guitar.

Failed on me a week before me getting posted to Airport.

In camp.







The crack's worser in reality,
Really.

Though I'll most likely be getting myself a folk guitar following my pay-day in March.


Now.
I think I've just realised (took me long enough) why MSN was ever-so-mundane these days,
Especially with the fact that I get online everyday now.

I remembered how MSN was always full of action before I got enlisted in NS,
Yet sometimes I concentrated on games rather than entertaining them,

Regrettable.

But all that ended when I got in,
I lost my touch in prolonging conversations,
I lost my touch getting chat logs to put on here,
I lost touch with most of my friends.

Still I didn't realise,
Maybe because of the fact that I only signed in on Friday to Sunday,
With most of my time spending with Melfraps outside.

Out of everyone,
Only faf and wawa still bothers to approach me,
Even so,
Conversations were just too short.

It bothers me alot,
Because Faf will always like,
Come in on Sunday's afternoon just before me booking in,
And I always end up packing my stuffs late.

Fucken sunday nights.

But now,
After me getting posted and getting online every night,
I realised I needed more.

I realised I was indeed missing the old contacts I used to talk to on MSN,
Saddening.

With wawa always sleeping early,
With faf always busy on assignments,

I only have him.




Sigh.

Whatever happened to the old chill pills I know of.

And by the way,
Street fighter 4 kicks ass.

I even got a free dvd for purchasing the game.


Hadou-ken,
Lan Masters

Like a stone on the water, The elements decides my fate

And watch it go,
Bling.



Like a mother mynah,
Coming back from time to time with worms within it's beak,
To feed her babies chirping away in it's nest,
To keep them from getting all too hasty,
To prevent them from crawling out from the rest

Like how I'll feed myself with games after games,
To keep everything inside of me, in it's own nest
I like it the way it was,
I never dared to stop, I never dared to see them crawling out,

Like baby birds crawling out the nest,
I might just tumble, falling from great height,

Crashing into the ground below.


Hard.



I need it back,
I need that grayness back,
The times of ignoring msn pop-ups and just concentrate on my game,
Letting each and every part of my mind dissolve entirely into it.



I'm just not ready to feel yet.

No,
Not now.

And I just don't know when.


So stop,
Don't pull them into surface after all I've did to keep it in,
It's not helping,
It's only killing me.

I will decide for myself,
When it's time.

Yet again I'm scared to decide.



"So you swing rocks at the riptide,
Am I wrong or am I right?

I hit the bottom with a "huh?"
Quite strange,
I get my glory in the desert rain"




How do you know that you're right,
Lan

Said I'm strong now I know that I'm a leader

As I've promised the other day.

A post regarding Melfraps 2nd gig,
Loads of pics mind you.

I'm gonna cut this short and let the pictures do the talking,
Cause I have exactly 4 hours to sleep before waking up for another airport trip.




Melfraps 2nd performance, Music Garage 21st February 09



Starting off with that typical Lan smile as MF got themselves ready




Wan and Zhar grooving things up




No more holding the stand and stoning there




The reason I would have hired Ling to be my photographer




Roy taking a break




My top favourite shot in action





Ladies man- Khai





I swear I can't hear him singing backup





Lan vs Wan




Star Wars -ish




Funny thing is,
We only came to perform,
And off we go.

Funnier thing is,
The one we invited went along with us.

As all of the MF will say,
It wasn't a good experience at all.

I'm not gonna talk anything more about this Music Garage,
All I can say is,

I apologise for whoever I've promised that it'll be much better than the previous gig,
I was confident that we improved alot and still am,
Just that things didn't go our way for a while.


After the gig


Ling, Faf, Wawa and Fiza


I should have been inside,
In the center,
Holding a banner that says,

"Connecting People"

Kudos to whoever gets it.


Wan, please remember to tune




Roy, Zhar and Radd (Did I spelled it right?)




Dan the fair-skinned man




Lan the fairer-skinned man




Emy the *coughs* look-alike (Much more in person really)




Two funny faces




Earth demon caught in the picture




Over-excited Faf, Forcing-a-smile Lan, One-and-a-half-quarter Ling




"Why am I here?"




And we still can't fit Ling's face in





Now now...


Vote for your favourite couple of the day


Nizam Fadhli and Alan White (Gay Class)



Zam: Ah this could be a nice spot for some, heh, sport.
Lan: Oh noes!




Zam: Mmm, ready for some nigga screwing up your perky white ass?
Lan: JUST GIVE IT TO ME BABY...ROUGH!



Riduwan-please-remember-to-tune and Azhar (Gay Class)



Wan: I love him!
Zhar: I love him too!


LanLing (We-have-the-same-shirt Class)



Lan: There's blue on it. *winks*
Ling: *Choking on red bull*


Dayah and Big-bad-beetleborg Dan (Mat-Minah Class)



Dayah: Heeee!
Dan: Hmmmm!


Emy and Dayah (Lesbie Class)



Emy: I have the lubricant ready.
Dayah: And I have the camera ready.


Radd and Wan-please-remember-to-tune (Height-disadvantage Class)



Radd: I can-- Yes I--uhh-- Shit he's still taller than me even when sitting down!?
Wan: I'm bring sexy-lips back.


Lan and his white-skinned-counterpart Faf (Too-bright-for-you Class)



Faf: Like finally!
Lan: Why am I here..




Faf: Look at it Lan, it twists all so much, JUST LOOK AT IT LAN!
Lan: Why am I here..



Faf: Fine I'll just like, keep it straight-mmkay.
Lan: Why am I he-- Argh dammit *smiles*


Kristie, Wan-please-remember-to-tune and Pei Rong (Threesome Class)


Kristie: Tarzan is huge and his hair is long.
Wan: Whytf did I forgot to tune...
Pei Rong: So listen to the Jungle song.


Ling, Faf, Wawa and Fiza (Fantastic-Foursome Class)


Ling: Leaning back. Leaning back. Leaning back. Leaning back.
Faf: I'm feeling it, Oh yes I'm feeling it.
Wawa: TWO FINGERS BABY!
Fiza: I dye my hair golden because I love sun-wukong and I love monkey-style.



So.
Call 1900-VOTE-NOW to place your votes,
Or leave a message after the tone at our 24-hour available tagboard.

Thank you for participating,
And goodbye.


Again,
Thanks to everyone who came on that 21st,
I know the sound system was rather corrupted,

But yeah,
Thank you very much.


I love the sound of you walking away,
Lan

It's indie rock and roll for me

The gig was great,
To me it was a great big improvement for myself.

For now,
I'm waiting for the pics and vids to come in,
And start the update post about the gig itself.

So stay tune,
Lan

I said why won't you come over here?

So it's been 7 months plus since I enlisted for NS.

Sometimes,

Sometimes I can't help looking back.

At moments I miss all-too-much.

Too much.




When I used to stand in front of the mirror fixing my tied-up curls.




When I was the only one who will pat Yaya lovingly everyday.




When I didn't sleep for two days yet still goes out to chill.




When everyone complained I look like singing during sheesha sessions.




When I wore snowcap even to Pulau Ubin.




When late night was spent travelling all around.




When Melfraps had their first gig and I have Khid to play around with.




When I met Faf for the first time at a gig.




When no matter where I was, I'd still have fun.



Two days more,
And I'm passing out of camp,
Out of HTA,
To airport.

Yet somehow deep inside,
I doubt that life could return the way it was,
The way I loved it to be.

Now now,
I haven't slept for the whole day,
And I'm off for a jamming session with MF,
And a return back to camp at night.


Heh,
Hardcore.


I'm wearing my 2007 skinnies,
Lan Kudut-dut