cocktail bar addiction

and so it's come to be that i'm gradually phasing clubbing out. it's getting less feasible with early 6am wake up timings and a perpetual fatigue that just about takes a weekend of sleep-ins to recuperate from. what with the dread of having to squeeze and literally battle my way through throngs of sweaty kids at zouk and mos, it's really become more enjoyable simply to enjoy the company of friends and good conversations over drinks at a nice bar.

that has led to a recent spate of night-outs being spent at different bars, experimenting with the ambiance and different cocktails. a few preferences have surfaced, namely oosh at dempsey road and acid bar at emerald hill. choice of music seems to incline towards light jazz and chill-out genres, while recurring drink orders include mojito (preferred remedy to fatigue) and mimosa as an aperitif.

far from mundanity, yet it all seems so far.

the relief teaching stint is a bitch. not cos ri boys are noisy and u have to compete with their volume or invent ingenious ways of guilt-tripping them into shutting up (that just lasts for a couple of hours per day), but simply because you have to wake up at 6am each morning to get to school by assembly, for little practical reason (even if your first lesson is towards the end of the school day). the ramifications of this silly regulation is a fatigue that accumulates till the end of the school day (albeit early/mid afternoon) and imposes deadlines on any semblance of a nightlife and even a bedtime.

but even with this constrain, which i do not bemoan due to what little stoicism is left in me, there are many joys i have found in the midst of all these. for one, it's a real joy to have met the other relief teachers like tingjun and huijia (i didn't really get to talk to caroline much, and abiel, well, i knew him from before, and of course there's jieming), who've been charming to talk to as we entertain and amuse each other between lessons and from day to day! and although the fatigue of the long waking hours leaves me spent and makes the mere thought of clubbing distasteful, it's really a joy to just meet up with friends over a cocktail at a bar and chill (oosh at dempsey road is officially my favourite haunt)!

all that aside, there's a tinge of sadness in me that finds me alienated by all the bustle around my friends back here. it's almost as i'd feared before leaving for uk, that their lives continue to change and be in sync with everything that's here, whereas bits and parts where i'm concerned are held on pause. the result is an old scratchy tape, disjointed in many parts. i think i'm losing sense of the sentiment of home. i'm suddenly indifferent to the prospect of being overseas, not so much because of its allure, but because i can relate to less here. maybe it's like jo and some others have said, that it's the alienation from being bk here after the first year. but doesn't it just get better in the second year because you're numbed to it?

on a lighter note, lisa oreilly the irish girl i met in bratislava has finally emailed back! for a moment i thought she wasn't going to anymore, but she's finally done with her extended trip about continental europe and is back in dublin! haha there's much excitement of actually keeping in contact with ppl you meet on your travels. pom and perry, there you go! a 'L-L' friend! haha!

Living out a tragedy

Woah. The past three weeks have really passed by in a whirl! It's been an eventful three weeks with non-stop activities since, since...ok actually it's really been the most eventful month so far, with non-stop activities day after day! Ever since the end of the last paper, rushing to hang out with the warwick ppl for the last time before we all left for summer, flying off to Eastern Europe, hanging out in London, rushing about campus packing my stuff and shifting, flying back to Singapore, and hanging out with soooooo many friends, and a little with my family, over the past week! And it's with a tinge of regret that I'm diving straight into work tmr with relief teaching at RI. I don't really know what got into me when I replied the math HOD, but yea I'm really just riding on this wave of momentum that's sweeping me along from one thing to the next.

Maybe it's gonna be good..a little routine can only be good for the restless mind that's been wondering off tangent (morally and ethically speaking, perhaps stupid, perhaps honest in other terms...) that's leading all sentiments to a dead end. Maybe there is some truth in ym's taunt? That it's just the subconscious desire for something to mope about. But it's been so sudden, so certain...But it's impossible isn't it..? It's like auditioning for the role of the tragic hero, a helpless desire, yet definitely smacking of masochism. Hahaha....How will I say goodbye to summer this year?