Dearest soul,

I write to you as a form of refuge for my sins and racing emotions that breath the air of confusion.

Recently, i have been unfaithful with a distraction that cast my mind aside. Technology advances lingers on my fingertips. She captures my sight. Ring my hears with melodies and allow me to really communicate. I love iphone.

I was at vivo with family during mid day. Bought some shirts amounting to $200 at Domanchi after buffet lunch at Go India for 6. I had to disappeared to settle some accounts before returning and passing my mum $500. I drove the way back and well, the worse people in the car is family. Since then, my hands were seducing the touch screen of my phone.

Okay lah. I was downloading so many applications and did some online shopping for it. My phone has every text of Shakespeare as well as this Art Gallery in the phone that depict wonders of Davinci and Picasso and 100 other artists.

Breakfast of a blind and La vie very very nice

hey goes. i feel liberated as school is like technically over. 5 exams in one week, what a week indeed. well, i met up with an investor on Monday who is willing to invest about 100k in the company. not 100% confirm so no point of jumping for joy. but i bought a pack of Next Chill Menthol to reward myself. somthing about that death stick is that it numbs the body and so very addictive. can smoke and smoke without feeling the body cannot taking it. true enough i finished a pack that day that well, my lungs keep on coughing. it cough so very much. ouch ouch ouch.

i have a meeting next week with Emily Hill, im looking forward to it though. It's so nice, that place especially for a new office space. anyway, im never at the office.

I met up with the ex-girlfriend few hours ago. well, she is the recent one and it kills the statement that ex-couples cannot be friends. we are on very good terms but know we wont be back together. anyway, memories of my first love keep on stringing in my mind. im not in contact with her though. or rather, she refused to be.

yesterday i was abit irritated because i cant use this new phone of mine. I love my PhONE. I like melodies, emails and photography on my PHONE. The problem with this new IPHONE is that i cant use it at all. it is on my table but requires a Singtel line. My contract from Starhub expired but i need to port the same number. technically, it can only be used on 5th sep. i cannot change my hp number. this reminds me of me having 6email addresses that is connected by one. so difficult right. i sometime wish to run away and vanish from these many responsibilities.

my mum was trying to be manja with me just now. she was saying that she spent the whole yesterday for me. to settle my phone issues. she asked whether i will do such a love felt act like that for her. i replied by stating hey im a good son who shower her alot. when she tired from work a day recently, on her dressing table were some candles with a cheesecake. and also, once she was reading the papers and it was covering her face. i put juice in one of our crystal glasses and place it on the table beside her to surprise her. see im not a bad guy.

okay my last stick is finishing. nite nite.

Hello the single digit number of people who knows about this personal space of mine.

Song of the day- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3koG3tZt5zA&feature=related

Well then. I’m at this waiting stage of many proposals. To think about it, these proposals are worth more than 700k but well, I cant do anything now but just wait for the many government organizations to get back to us. waiting is so irritating.

I am having a fever. Well, I get sick so easily these days. It is so irritating you know when one nostril is block and a minute later it is the other. Where is that tissue and medicine of mine?

VSG sms me. make my day.

In my life i always told myself to blog but what happened? well, victim of procrastination perhaps i was.

well here goes.

A day in the life. on saturday night i ditched attending an art auction. Im not gonna bid for anything but wanted to see how it was like. Instead I was at the floating platform enjoying the rhymes of classics in modern voices. It was a tribute concert for the Beatles and also a charity fundraiser. I was seated in the front 2 rows. It was at an invitation and why not rite?

Yesterday. I received an email about some profiles of some budding artists and i checked one out. This one I found rather interesting. The female shoes are lovely. http://rabbiteur.blogspot.com/search/label/shoes

All you need is love. I just finished running about in the house. I need to work out to complement the effects of nicotine. It makes me look older. But on the other hand, without cigarettes i have nothing. i was having a brief casual chat just now on the phone. The topic was about this girl I was supposed to watch a performance with. She was supposed to buy the tickets so i passed her $300. Well, she became untraceable. wtf. I lazy to chase i lazy to chase. I used to camouflage my brain with that ill confide with matchmaking. But the actual fact is it is up to me. Perhaps my disillusion at it shows my inability to find someone?

Can't buy me love. In my last entry I was talking about me giving a speech about matchmaking and that love does not exist. am hypocritical to say such a thing? The speech was to entertain and get good grades. full stop.

Hey jude. On friday night, i gave Miss Ong a phone call of congratulations. She is gonna be the company's Admin Mgr. Don't let me down. One of the job scope include being my PA. I soo haven't complete her detail job description. I feel so laidback. nananana nananana hey jude...

Help! my motivational varies like the stock market. unpredictable. I was joking with Misss Atq, the ex-girlfriend. won't it be better if i jump down a building or better still collapse while on stage for something. What will the header of the story be? "Poly Boy Social Activitst died without living his dream" okay. We all live in a yellow submarine. yellow submarine. yellow submarine.

Tomorrow never knows.

-p.s.- Incase u dint know the bold words are songs from the beatles.

Today is such a nice day despite me realizing I’ve finished an entire box of death-sticks in a day?

I was supposed to have dinner with my primary-secondary school friend. As always, last meeting our initial timing of meeting at 5 was on the day delayed to 7pm because I had a last minute meeting with one of my directors. So here I went to the café beside substation. Nice quiet and arty ambience. When he gave me a copy of his IC, I asked, hey, why is your race not Peranakan? His reply was that Peranakan is not acknowledge as an official race.

“That’s so stupid”, my reply was. The face of Singapore Tourism Board is Peranakan. There is a museum and even an Association. Stupid stupid stupid.

1830- I received a sms that my friend’s aunt was admitted into a hospital. That’s means I’m free. The next thing I knew was I was at Sensation 7, a vegetarian and nyona restaurant at Madras Street. That ended at 2000hr. I actually gave a presentation on the company which I told myself not to. Somehow, the place reminds me when I went organic at Fortune Centre

1010hr- While walking beside Tekka Market, guess what, a “girl” tired to pick me up. Please note the inverted comers. Well, I panicked and walk so damn fast.

1050hr- When I reached home, I was telling my mum stories.

1130hr- I reached a call from Mayor Zainul. I don’t know why I call him that, not SMS Zainul, Zainul Abideen or Mr Zainul. Imran Ajmain calls him sugar-daddy. Opps.

It was a brief but effective conversation. It was nice =)

He was asking so what are you doing now and I said I just reach home. The common thing for him to ask was from where and why so late. I then said, I had a meeting with one of my Directors. The next common thing for him to ask is? That’s right, you guess it correctly. One point for you. He asked who. I said, Alvin, Founder of The Necessary Stage.

I have no school nor plans tomorrow. wohhoooooooooohooo

1210- ended this blog.

I feel like listening songs on the Turntable and drinking tea.

oh my. its 4am and the rain is falling. going to sleep perhaps that is my calling.

in what i do, all i do, school and work, the stress erupts because of these roller coaster emotions racing in me. it is so easy to put on a facade, a smile but to really feel satisfied is soo very difficult. any suggestions.

im heading to substation tomorrow. i so love that area. the architecture of Stanford House and the vivid Peranakan Museum added the classy colonial feel while Timbre rocks the street. What i feel like doing is to take to lay down in the middle of Armenia Street, on the rough road surface while the lights of that museum glow on me.

A victim of Monday blues, i was. I think the only effective thing i did was to sign and chop many documents. bored i am. I have two very very important meeting this week which i really really hope for the best. one at AIA building and the other in MICA.

im irritated that my name cards ran out and i dont know where is that self-painted cardholder of mine. i had to print on photo paper and manually cut them. pure irritating

where is that lighter of mine..

Im so stunned at the number of smokes i have. oh my. ive been getting headaches frequently and feeling so darn tired lately. well, let me distract myself..

Facebook is scary. I put my status as Faris has work life imbalance and one of my Board of Directors message me to rest. You know.. those instant chat thingy. Well, I had lunch with a good friend of mine from primary and secondary school and she uploaded an album called Faris is Hot. Irritating you know! I remember recently, I had to confiscate her camera when I invited her to Indochin Forbidden City for an event launch by One Singapore’s whose President is Vernetta and there were a lot of celebs there. Also, I think my facebook is account is getting out of hand. Too many tagging is going on.

I gave a talk/speech on the Science of Love-Match Making. I know this is abit far fetch to the many Arts, Environment and youth development talks I usually gave. It was for Public Speaking class. Well, it was flooded with a lot of pure Bull.

TGIF is not in my vocab. After meeting someone at Ritz Carlton, I headed to coffee at Arab Street with Imran Ajmain who went gaga when I said I cannot speak malay for nuts. He is helping with the Museum Bus and the music component of the company. After that, I was at Aloha for this candle-lit reception with 8 skirted tables, fresh flowers, background music of Alizee and dazzling belly dancing.

You may not believe this but im beside mum now on her bed and our eyes seemed glued on this movie HBO Family. Its about fairies. How cute is that.

I just achew (sneeze) and I saw his bar of chocolates on the table. Why does she always hide them from me !!