Wel

update

2009-12-20T01:38:00.000+08:00

some dale chihuly artwork for the new banner
looks pretty cool

anyway macro blogging(my own term) has been difficult
while micro blogging has been much easier
check me out on my twitter page - xuyuqin

i may try vid or podcast
but seriously
who wants to hear or see me

god bless

WHAT IS YOUR PERSONALITY YO!

2009-08-27T02:39:00.002+08:00

Recently did a quiz and was a given an INTJ classification.

However falttering or uncanny it may be, I still believe its is quackery. One does not need a label/description to live one's life or even to understand yourself better.
Finding or knowing yourself is a much more difficult process than just quizzes.

God Bless

an inadequate soul

2009-08-15T02:26:00.003+08:00

While micro blogging may have its peculiarities and novelty, its short length ensures that attention on it will be similarly tiny.

Being concise or abrupt becomes somewhat stifling if it is always enforced.

School has started again, bringing an end to three wondrous and very short months of holidays. Achievements listed in no particular order are:

1. Watched the West Wing in all its storied seven seasons.

2. Earned a sizeable amount of money from work.

3. Enjoyed company(not so sure if company enjoyed though).

In sum, been redolent and wealthy, or at least practiced to be a good exaggerator.

Yet some self pity and inward reflection seems to reveal a spirit of dissembling ingrained into my being.
Being duplicitous to myself and others behind their backs, while being unable to dissemble in front of people; either from not thinking fast enough to being just a pathetic snitch, does not bode well for character.

Self pity is my favourite indulgence. I pray that inward censure drives me to a substantive effort to improve, and not simply masturbatory blog posts.

God Bless

I'm in no hurry, you go on
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
It must be true

Losing Touch - The Killers

Majulah Singapura

2009-08-09T14:03:00.000+08:00

Global Warming

2009-06-12T04:00:00.002+08:00

Is the blog dead?

2009-06-10T02:46:00.003+08:00

Or rather, is content on blogs too "voluminous" and obtuse to digest?

The blog as a source of personal or issue specific dissemination may be too unwieldy and inaccessible for users.

1)Attention is grabbed by headlines, catch-phrases and one-liners. Being succinct is the rule of the day when displaying/convincing people of ideas and facts.

2)The blog, while undeniably shorter than the column or the journal; is becoming less effective in distributing information. The challengers to the blog provide much less written content. However, the size of content does not determine the utility or relevance of information. It cannot compete with competitors that reduce the information flows to a concentrated distillate or provide functions and communication that greatly extends the meaning of the social.

3)Bloggers may feel cramped by having to produce a certain amount and maintain a level of interesting content and frequency.
While some may argue that blogging is about personal freedom and choice, blogging voices one's opinion in a public arena. This entails that the blogger is subject to an audience regardless of his decisions. Thus, shorter or more varied forms of information flows may give the individual greater width to exercise one's choices.

This does not touch on the issue of seemingly smaller attention spans that people develop. Whether this is caused of or by technology is another matter for another day.

But blogs about fashion, books, music and politics are still prolific. They chart the latest and cutting edge of their genre. Their subscribers are growing as people leave the older sources of media for their greater speed and relevance.
Next, the blog is one of the few tools that affected the course of politics and the world. Look at American elections '04 and '08. Observe media shifting the word blog into discussing sports to the environment. The blog is mainstream.

Yet, it is telling that when the size of such entries are observed, they seem to be shrinking. Pictures, videos and other modes of media now take as much space as words. Can the blog still be a blog if it is made up of a background, tagboard and picture or one-liner entries?

A man called moore made a theory that new technology is being created at doubles the rate of its predecessor. It does sound true, but to interject any more of thoughts would be like bird babble to everyone.

God Bless

Sunlight, sunlight baby
We just let go of the night now slowly
We won't dance, we won't sing, we won't talk
We just gonna watch how it bends

Harlem Shakes - Sunlight

(7/7) Superheroes

2009-05-14T23:44:00.003+08:00

Tired like hell, from doing nothing actually. But as promised, the last one.

Superheroes do exist. Granted, they do not save the world literally, or band together and avenge something or serve justice. Yet, they uplift the spirit and give people something to cheer about. They even wear tights.

I talk about athletes. They do jaw dropping physical feats that astound the mind. Maybe it can be attributed to talent, but the fortitude to practice and hone one's body to such a stage includes an mental element too. Seeing people like Torres, Wade or Bolt display such otherworldly skill and finesse is a sheer privilege. For one who lacks any talent in sport, their deeds are the stuff of legend and inspiration.

Err, actually that is all.
Just for the heck of it, here are some super villains.

The Curser

What? What F***ing Disgrace?

Powers: Has powerful curse that can be broad casted on many television screens.

The Frightener

One flex away from world domination

Powers: Frightens opponents, adults, little children with growling face. Secondary power involves getting away with wearing a singlet and having armpit hair, frightens people too.

Toxic Anarchy

Translation: DEATH PAIN BLOOD SHIT SAY 'YO!

Powers: Defier of authority and carrier of deadly flu toxins.

Long Hands

Counter staff relieved that long hands ate burger and not him

Powers: Eating great chunks of the world's food supply. Secondary power involves smoking the world's drug supply too, which is good.

God Bless

Thank you for sitting through

"Curtain’s finally closing,
That was quite a show,
Very entertaining,
But it’s over now,
Go on and take a bow."

Rihanna - Take A Bow

(6/7) 5 Television Tragedies

2009-05-13T20:03:00.007+08:00

In no particular order, five TV shows that were moments of grief for me.

1. Supernatural

Remember supernatural? TCS showed it a couple of years ago on channel 5. It has two guys battle the forces of darkness and drive around the Midwest. Vampires, werewolves and even the spawn of hell were dispatched by their potent blend of country music and family love.

It had a certain vision. American urban legends and ghost stories set in the countryside and town are a great source material for an intriguing story. They just did not make one.

Instead, it was serviceable acting, mediocre dialogue shat on with awful plot and writing. It was scary watching how bad some scenes were. Supernaturally bad. It was a tragedy for the eyes.

S2E06 - The mystery of the shining house

2. Eli Stone

Sheer Pain

Eli Stone the terminally ill prophet lawyer had an immense first season. Certain controversies dogged it over its treatment of certain issues. Yet its greatest problem was its ever declining viewership ratings. It barely survived to open for a second season, but limped, spun around and died twitching on its back ten episodes out.

I blame stupid viewers, the economic crisis and american idol for ensuring a culture of lowest base denominator and viewership drives the survival of TV. The greatest tragedy of eli stone was that it had so much vision in the first season. The writers had envisioned a multi season run to fulfil its story arc. It had the pacy acting and writing to fulfil this potential. But after the announcement that the series was cancelled, the life petered out it. Unlike pushing daisies which became even more outrageous and funny after its axing announcement, eli stone became tortured and awkward. A tragic fall for a series with so much promise.

3. Top Chef

Cooking shows are awesome. Yet, some shows are better than others. Top Chef ranks among one of the best, as its focus on the food leavens fantasy cooking with plausibility. Unlike other shows where a foul mouthed man screams and the only point is to survive and and then point fingers, or another where chefs cook flying cows and attribute to some metal in their body; top chef blends talent, challenge and food into a mouthwatering delight.

What up with you guys???

Season 5 had some bland characters, mediocre cooking and pointless politicking. It lacked the talent or animosity other seasons had. Sure there were some highlights in the season, but the finale spoilt it. It was a minor tragedy when Hosea beat Stefan to take the crown. I think all the food in the world rotted a wee bit in that moment.

4. Veronica Mars

I had elaborated alot on veronica mars. My feelings on the series are well documented in this blog.

Pictured: Kristen Bell solving crime by looking good

What made it tragic was that like eli Stone, it was forced by Mr Capitalism to kneel and cower. It changed its season long story arcs for more episodic cases. It was not bad like eli stone, but it only made the inevitable faster. What stings the most, is that the shows like supernatural and farmer wants a wife continues to be broadcasted on the CW, while other languish into memory.

http://www.empireonline.com/50greatesttv/default.asp?tv=48

5. Battlestar Galactica

The only tragedy is that it has to end.

Awesome

God Bless

"There's only one me in the galaxy
I am an endangered species
This kind of flower don't grow on Earth
Just lettin' you know for what it's worth"

Little Jackie - The world should revolve around me

(5/7) An unequal relationship

2009-05-13T02:28:00.004+08:00

This will be mercifully short as weariness creeps upon me.

Man lives in an unequal world. Both externally and internally, human or physical, the determinant of a person may well be how unequal one is to the other. It seems like an obvious lesson, but till recently, I still thought the world shaped by egalitarian opportunity.

Opportunity is fair and good, but there are upper limits. As such, one has opportunity to achieve to achieve as much as one is capable of. One does not have the opportunity to achieve all that is. Such boundaries are only transcended by a select few in a generation. We read about them in the history books. Yet who can and how do they do so? Such discussions lead to madness, as to court luck is like catching moonshine, or taming the wind.

In much more micro and personal settings, inequality is as prominent and apparent. While many people accept these unspoken rules, others are oblivious or rail against them. In "society's" perspective, they are the outcast and fools. It can be said that they have been rightly named, as only fools do not accept the rule of nature.

Two standpoints emerge. The first would centre on how rude, unbecoming and socially unacceptable questioning the inequality would be. It holds a timeless truth, that one's betters are usually so because they deserve to be. Variations are present, but generally envy guides such struggle and conflict. The second view would see the inequality as irrational, that standards applied downwards are not the same when applied upwards. If whim and fancy shape the relationship between unequal persons, would (i) the lower man not be entitled to act as he fancies. (ii) The upper man's claim on superiority be called into question?

Maybe then, the history books are a record of the greatest fools in history.

God Bless

"Are you mad at your walls
Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?
Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden?
If the ship will never come you've got to move along"

MGMT- Of Moons, Birds and Monsters

(4/7) 5 things about the internet that the world can do without

2009-05-11T21:07:00.004+08:00

Scrolling through your social networking or music site these days is like staring at the toilet bowl after a crap. Given that it would not be pretty site, it also winds up as one of the most pointless and least enriching things to do. Even if "normal" internet content is only slightly better, its still better than staring at a bowl of turd.

The degree makes a world of difference, hence specific measurement tools have to be employed for the task i am undertaking. I will attempt to rank five of the most irritating things on internet. The DBR (DoucheBag Rating) meter will be used to standardize these findings.

I would love to have posted with photos, but "Prt Scr" and no photoshop means i get atrocious quality.

NO. 5 - Advetisements masquerading as comments

What?

When going on to any popular streaming content website, one cannot help but notice "comments" that have "Lonely Gurl" waiting for ur calls, or a site that sells green clothes. Usually, it would take an inquisitive person to pore through comments. Yet, when the comments sections constitute half the page, one cannot help but notice.

So?

The first assumption is that lonely gurl has made an unfortunate spelling error while calling for potential suitors. The second involves that people have been civic minded enough to share with others great deals and bargains. The third involves the belief that everyone on the internet has the intelligence of an ass.

The immediately discernable truth is just bullshit that insults your intelligence and wastes your time simultaneously.

Example 1
Example 2
Example 3

DBR

3/10

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NO.4 - Bad Bad Spelling

What?

Your krazy, left4 died is not bettar den countrestrike.lol! me n my mates r gng to kick ur asz. their gng 2 beat u so hard you wil cry

So?

While certain latitude is expected in online conversation, basic grammar is still expected. Components like punctuation, spelling and syntax can be suspended becuase of the speed of conversation, and the size of keyboard buttons. But if words like your which has a different meaning from you are are used intechangeably, what would prevent douchebag party event from one day replacing birthday.

A slippery slope we tread with teh internet lolz.

Example 1
Example 2
Example 3

DBR

5/10

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NO. 3 - Names

What?

To make oneself stand in the sea of mediocrity, having a million friends, spamming status updates or taking a gigahillbillyillion photos is not enough. Expression is exhibited through the
giving onself unique names.

So?

Pretension and preening is about as interesting to the bystander as Jungian philosophy or lolcats(which actually poeple like. why?). While a core group may get the "joke", or think what an impressive specimen of orginality you are; most just get a "James Swaztika Tan" doing his impression of batman, and regretting it on many levels immediately.

Example 1
Example 2
Example 3

DBR

6.5/10

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NO. 2 - Chain Comments

What?

Post this within the next 10 minutes in five other videos or not your MOTHER WILL DIE.

So?

Screw You! How dare you bring my mother into this. The next thought: why am I reacting to this shit. The subsequent thought: why am even reading this crap.

Sometimes like moths drawn to the flame, one would think it would not hurt to peek. But as usual, you come out singed and wingless, having just read a whole lot of shit. Even your personal DoucheBag Rating has gone up.

Example 1
Example 2
Example 3

DBR

Chain Comments : 8/10
You: 5/10

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NO 1. Quizzes on Facebook

What?

Quizzes are fun! They are scientific in nature, deriving the score from some rational, logical mechianism or equation that then determines what it sought to quiz you upon. Then came user generated content. A great expression of web 2.0, facebook co-opted it and made personal quizzes centralized and easy to do, make and publish. Quizzes such as "what fruit you are?", "what colour you are?" and even " how well you know James Swaztika Tan?" are replete on facebook.

Example 1
Example 2
Example 3

So?

While learning whether you are an orange is fun i guess, but seriously, WHO CARES WHETHER YOU ARE AN ORANGE OR A CURLY PUBE???!!!!

DBR

10/10 GO AWAY DOUCHEBAG!

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God Bless

This took a damn long time

"So make you're thinking it through
You've let me down again
offer me something
i know you really meant"

Be the One- the Tings Tings

(3/7) The Power Rangers

2009-05-10T16:00:00.004+08:00

"Capitalism, think whatever you want of it. Just do it from the top of the pecking order."
Anonymous

A friend recently complained to me that this particular magazine he was reading had a strong americo-centric viewpoint. I remarked that the other 80% of magazines here have that same stance. But maybe the point missed that day was that the world is profoundly unequal. Simply, the country with the most clout gets the most reporting. This reporting pattern may change in the future, reflecting a more multipolar world.

Or it could be simply wilful ethnocentrism, a wilful refusal to accept the already diffracted geopolitical situation. Time’s 100 World’s Most Influential People seems to be rather USA’s Most Influential People. People like Rush Limbaugh or Edward Kennedy, and sadly Tina Fey have more relevance to Washington DC than to Vientiane or Nairobi. Instead of instances of questionable and oblique influence, people with greater relevance could have been selected.

Yet undeniably, it is still the greatest hegemonic force in the world. It dominates politically, militarily and so on. Obama smiles and the world would follow. I watch and laugh at Tina Fey’s jokes every week. I read an Indian novelist work which is published by an American company. McDonald’s makes good fries(laced with nicotine). Paradoxically, the more a society becomes cosmopolitan, the more Americanized it gets.

But the world is also becoming much more diffracted. The usual suspects of the middle East and China are joined by old pals Russia and new ones like India and the EU. The influence of armed force, nuclear weapon and oil lends such blocs great political and military power. Economically, the situation of such countries has been reported and debated ad nauseum. Indian novelist and composers are bagging film and literary awards by the dozen. White is sharing the world with brown, yellow and others once again.

Qualifications must be made. The power and influence may have been overstated or is extremely fragile. The fragility of institutions and governments in the Middle East and the EU make them projects in progress rather than established blocs. Troubles and quarrels mar their effectiveness. Next, the power of Russia, China and India may be overstated. Some suffer appalling socioeconomic inequalities and economic dependencies. Unless flooding the world with a few million malnourished people is a plan, their influence must be re-evaluated.

What then? Who is top dog?

I don’t know. Maybe in such a complex world we live in, where the permutations are myriad, being ethnocentric is to have a definite opinion. Or maybe i am just a callow boy enjoying seeing myself string verbose sentences and preachy statements together.

God Bless

"There is a starman waiting in the sky

He would like to come and meet us

but he thinks he would blow our minds"

David Bowie - Starman

(2/7) 5 Songs that i am into now

2009-05-09T18:42:00.004+08:00

Music is great. Everyone listens to it, everyone secretly dreams they can sing or play like a star and some actually make good music.

Here's a list of the songs that currently rock the groove, move the smooth, flip it on , make me move and so on. It is all very subjective but I shall try to justify them.

1. Radiohead - Life in a glasshouse

One of the more obscure songs. Yet the fans would know. Excellent melody and arrangements, and Thom's squeaky growls.

Contenders: The rest of the amnesiac album.

2. Boomtown Rats - I don't like Mondays

An extremely tragic story transcribed into a 5 minute song. The genius was that it actually conveys the bewilderment and shock. Beyond that, it is quite marvelously composed, such that its genre's predilection for only having and repeating three lines of lyrics does not bore the hell out of me.

Contenders: Punk is dead.

3. Stars - Personal

Lonely, tenuous and tentative. A mundane topic, but they captured its very essence.

Contenders: The night starts here

4. Lupe Fiasco - Hurt me soul

I used to think hip hop's was stuck with money, girls, guns, baggy clothes and 50 cents. While these are bad representations; they tend to ring true for genre trying hard to hold onto its working class beginnings while experiencing a huge change in its class and status. A crisis of identity follows. Can something intellectual or ambitious beyond the name of the producer, the notoriety of the artiste or the number of albums sold be made?
Maybe Lupe Fiasco has done so.

Contenders: The instrumental, Streets on Fire

5. Lily Allen - Fuck you

Because i like sassy girls. (does not translate into chasing and getting though)

Contenders: Who would have known

God bless

"All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that"
Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul

1/7 A name

2009-05-08T16:51:00.003+08:00

Well the last post was on the first of March.

Felt quit recent but as it is, two months have already elapsed. The puzzling thing is that after these arduous campaigns of pens and paper, the end always seem quite anticlimactic. I guess it is because after waking up, wide eyed idealism of fun and play no longer holds true. Rather a sobering realization that after tomorrow, you are still the same seems to seep in. The same sum of past action and potential choice, just not in readings and classrooms, but life continues.

In essence this can be considered an emo rant, but beyond feeling sorry for myself, the essential truth of it is becoming increasingly undeniable.

The actual Topic. Well, i thought that since i had not typed here for three months, I will do seven entries in seven consecutive days. An assortment of whining and not particularly funny ideas has been tossing around in my head. Here’s the first one.

What is the most important external indicator of a person? Maybe a person’s face, hair, dressing, or some other more abstract features like speech or even birthdays. The main identifier of a person i would argue is one’s name. A name is the sum of a person’s external identifiers. Recall whenever you dredge up an image of a person, a name summarized or typifies the characteristics thought up of. A name is then the most potent symbol of what one person means to everyone else. It may be that a characteristic, like “funny” or “bitchy” may be how one is usually described, but a name adds the human imprint onto it. A cat can be funny and bitchy too, but a human Mr Bubbles is not.

But names tend to be abused and treated with inconsequence. The “postmodernist” search for a new identity may stem from the relegation of names to just another identifier.

Names today, seem to be assumed and dropped at will. Choice then becomes paramount, as a person has the unlimited choice of crafting a name to suits what one wants to project. It can be taken up and used for a certain scenario and then when one goes home, one uses another name. It is easier to be called a nickname, or how the different names engender solidarity and camaraderie within the group. The formal use of names may also indicate respect and names vary across cultures. Hence, the utility and flexibility of such a measure is quite apparent.

The caveat lies in how one approaches naming. Names are given not self bestowed. A name bears a diffracted web of meaning in it. People attach meaning to it, the giver of the name attaches hopes and belief in it; and lastly, the individual attaches his own understanding of it. The understanding of this name would not be short process, but instead fraught with encounters and experiences with negotiating this name with the world. Thus, if a name is self bestowed, it does not hold much meaning. It can be interchanged if disliked or dropped if something better comes along. The breakdown of the main identifier would disorientate people towards the individual. More dangerous, is the breakdown of one’s perception of self. If a name can be so easily changed, the core principles and self identity may be a susceptible to such easy revision too.

Names then should be treated with more dignity. While the name may be reprehensible to the individual, it cannot be denied. It can be cast aside, but its memory and its imprint from negotiating it will always haunt the individual. Essentially, it is individuality, not the name that makes one unique. A great person would be remembered as so, even if you are called Tan Ah Lang or John Smith.

Or unless you are called pilot inspektor or fifi trixibelle.

God Bless

"I never got your name

I assume you are 33

Your voice had sounded kind"

Stars - Personal

3(march)

2009-03-01T03:01:00.002+08:00

Three men were were asked a similar question.

"God is with you always.
The question is, are you with God always?"

One man was a strong man. The second was called weak.
The third was unobtrusive, average in all ways.

Your question is, what did they answer?

Attributes, gender, learning and affiliation.
What should colour an answer?

God bless

studystudystudystudystudy

Clarifications

2009-01-27T16:05:00.003+08:00

In order of pictures.

1. House M.D. Season 5
2. Leverage Season 1
3. Battlestar Galactica Seasons 1-4.5
4. Damages Season 1
5. Top Chef Seasons 1-5
6. 30 Rock Season 3
7. Detroit Metal City

You are what you eat watch

2009-01-27T00:03:00.004+08:00

I wonder if it is true.

Lets see. If so, i would have a jaw like this guy below. And an incredible ability to be a snarky asshole(half-way there actually).

And maybe smile all the time.

Some great charisma and gravitas would also be cool.

Creepy visage of steel works if nothing else.

Pair all that with a hot lady.

Or two.

_ _ _

The results of this exercise proves, I am not what I watch.
But I did enjoy watching them.

God Bless
hoppipolla - hopping in puddles

ZEROTWOZEROONETWOZEROZERONINE

2009-01-02T16:54:00.004+08:00

No No No. Not another reflective post! 2008 has been blogged to death. There were three hundred and sixty five days to blog. And also the prerequisite summary at the end about what we feel, what it meant and why it was important. But is not present action far more important? A spanking last decade would mean nothing if on new year's day, you shoot a person dead.

"But looking back is what the mellow do, reflecting on deeds, learning from mistakes and revisiting good times. It is balm to the soul and resolve to face a new year of unknown possibilities."
monica ching

"What an extreme and inapt example! Do you think everyone is homicidal and would shoot people suddenly? Your choice of words reflect a sorry and jealous spite at people's fruitful experiences of 2008. I suggest you make more friends."
blind_leading_the_blind

"A blog is a subjective perspective. People are simply revealing their lives as it was. While what you say may have truth in it, your perspective is just another voice. Don't you think you should qualify your view to recognize this?"
topmanrules87

"But topmanrules87, some views are truer than others."
subaruXiaoZ

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I suppose the year seemed more serious and pressuring.
There was more responsibility, more worries and more plans to lay out into that unknown aether called the future.
At the same time, the crush of failures to do so, the inability to stand up and make the best and that knowledge of limitations pressed.
Where were the days when the future was buying a new school uniform or when possibility was literal, anything could be done.

I could end by saying that the good times will forever be tenuous and tinged with doubt.
But that is a cynic's view. Cynics usually wrinkled young, or bald early.

The most poignant thought must be upon all, the realization of being thankful hit last. The realization that a view so clouded with pessimism is a narrow, selfish view.
Some people think of that first, i thought of it at the tail end.
A major failing of character.
Worry is a pathetic excuse for not noticing a whole panoply of family, friends and events which blessed the year.
I seek forgiveness for ungrateful words and behaviour.
Sorry.

"All this prattling about yourself, is also self-centered. Has anything changed? More love, respect and concern and less trumpeting please."
blind_leading_the_blind

Give me the chance to try in 2009.

God Bless
By His Grace only

They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the poor boy
With naivety succeeds

"Get away from here, I'm Dying" - Belle & Sebastian

Dear Blog

2008-12-20T23:19:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

First, I have to apologize. Blog, I am sorry for not typing on you for a long time. Before you ignore and shut me out completely, please hear out my reasons. I am not writing excuses, but simply stating out the truth.

The facts were these.

I was extremely tired after my exams, and could not find the drive to blog. With my illusions of an easy tertiary education dashed, I frantically tried to salvage something out of this first semester. I believe I am actually dropping hair. Bald by thirty i guess. I suppose you would not understand, hair is quite a vague concept for you.

Next, I had some major money to spend, and hence had no time to blog. By major, i mean anything below fifty dollars. I acknowledge my values may not be shared by everyone but I believe in many societies it is called being thrifty. I did spend on you blog. I bought a new mouse, making it easier for you to hear me out.

Last, work carves up a chunk of my time, making me tired and less prone to blogging. Remember, I am doing it for a greater good. I am adding my contribution to the economy of Singapore, greasing those wheels of commerce and finance for a better tomorrow. I also get paid.
Do not roll your eyes when you read this. You too have an occupation. You host a litany of poorly written posts, sophomoric verses and emotional whining. Thus, we are both simply doing our jobs.

I sincerely hope you will consider these reasons. There is the audacity on my part, that some fragment of emotion will surface from your cold, callous electronics to weigh my case. We do have a long history. I hope for many more years.

The Blogger

God Bless

Sorry for this shit

BV DAY IS COMING

The WTF list

2008-12-04T22:06:00.005+08:00

Not in any order, simply a list of annoying and unpleasant events since the end of semester.

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> Raining spells that last the whole day. Nothing gets done.

> Unlike the monsoon season, his popularity stopped pretty soon.

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> Eli stone is cancelled. Pure bullshit.

> Seriously, does money flow into the stupid and frivolous?

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> Horrible finger poses.

> They should make a tv show on this pose, maybe it would not be cancelled.

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> MUGGING LOLZ! I MUG VERY HARD TIS EXAM.

> A mug is a receptacle you pour liquids in.

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> The inconsiderate person who lets his dog shit all over my void deck.

> WTF

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> Bad acting. Bad voice acting. I tolerate a great deal when it comes to anime. However double zero is "teh shite".

> Probably watching double zero everytime I walk through my void deck.

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> 7 copies of an handwritten book. Which author will hand write seven copies of a single work?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scotland/edinburgh_and_east/7763767.stm

> Headline grabbing i guess.

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> Lil Wayne heads Grammy nominations. This nice jack sparrow look alike rapper.

> But... he Sucks!

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> Leona Lewis does not get nominated as best new artist.

> WTF.

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> Finally, being my own biggest fan as well as critic, i WTF myself. I hope to preempt any criticism levelled against myself (i don't see any here so i am safe i guess)

> Hideous dripping plaque.

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God Bless
Flash sash mash

lashed

Massively Impressed

2008-11-05T03:38:00.003+08:00

by the plot, not so much the acting though.

Tv season

2008-10-22T23:37:00.010+08:00

It is almost like hunting season but actually much more exciting. I do not get to shoot down deer, I shoot down bad shows instead.

The report card: Early impressions of the series watched so far.

House

Pro : Medical cases still as quirky and out of this world. In fact, some of the cases are much more solid than season four. Hugh Laurie is still brilliant, and the supporting casts still put up credible performances. Pace still present, and general plots are tight.

Cons: The character of Gregory House seems to be evolving, intentions most likely to cast him as a complex character. Contradiction is all emo complex and fine, but at times it just seems implausible. The bloated cast, some who get star billing, rarely even get five minutes of air time.

Verdict: Still good, but there exist fears as it enters its fifth season, that the direction of its creators is not focused.

Heroes

Pro: After the debacle that was season two, the third season starts strongly. Heroes leverages best on its multiple plots engaging the viewer constantly, and the introduction creates very much like a web which the season slowly unravels. Some casts are still endearing and enjoyable to root for. Cool powers and villians!

Con: With so many plotlines, the cast get very little individual air time. Their characters and stories seem sometimes rushed and unconvincing. Some charaters are merely there for token sake. Some plots and writing are still horrendous.

Verdict: While it seems to have emerged from the dark pit of crap that was season two, there exist worries. After all, season two started out quite promisingly too. Wonder if I have been too harsh as I examined the latter seasons in light of the excellent first season.

Pushing Daisies

Pro: I continue my love hate relationship with this show. I love it because it is unique in mnay ways. The peculiar motifs such as telling a detailed descpition of a person's lifespan to the rhyme and alliteration of characters and speech are fresh and unique. The cast seems to have gelled much closer than in the first season. It has the most outrageous cases. It is funny.

Con: I hate it because they rhyme all the time. Judicious use spices up the show, liberal use, makes it nauseating. The fairy tale setting grates on one's nerves. The lead is irritatingly needy and the supporting steal all the limelight.

Verdict: Starting out strongly, with whodunnits that are quirky and invigorating, this season looks good. Yet, it still annoys, but right now, these annoyances can be ignored for its strengths.

Eli Stone

Pro: Visionary writing that sets it apart from other series. It is engaging, suspenseful and heart warming. It is kind of like House when it first came out. I was deflated by what I thought the debut would be, but with a deft touch, it completely surprised me. Kudos to a great cast.

Con: My main grouse would be that is is campy and preachy at times. While I understand people change or feel emotional, the pacing of some of these scences feel fake and lame. The main difficulty is to balance light-heatedness with its moral vision.

Verdict: Seriously impressed with the series. Nothing is perfect and if I was given the job of directing or creating the show, I would not be able to produce even 1/100th of its quality. I am actually typing this so as waste time while waiting for the next episode to finish downloading.

30 Rock

YESS
NEXT
WEEK
!

Gundam 00

Pro: I cast away alot of things but big robots will always be a part of my life. The first season was a improvement from destiny. There is a plot, a believable one at that, and the pacing is tight. The animation is of course gorgeous and character and robot designs were good for the former but excellent for the latter.

Con: This was before I caught code geass. That series of course changed my perception. Season 1 and whats available of season 2 seemed a pale copy of that series. Character design and animation are average to sloppy. The plot is laughable. Most importantly, character development and relationship is a fail.

Verdict: Unsure. Nice theme song though. Here's to hoping.

God Bless

seemingly spun, irises which whorled like vortexes
sucking gaze, attention and soul into her eyes

2008-10-16T03:54:00.000+08:00

one may endeavour to not let anyone down
but yet, always let one's own self down

Entertainia

2008-10-03T00:13:00.002+08:00

Short one about how I entertain myself, seeing that I exhibit a marked reduction in my socializing skills. Nothing to worry about, it will take some time to alienate those who tolerate me now.

Hari ini, apa awak bermain?

1. Spore - But it crashed so I am abit sulky to continue playing it.

2. Heroes - Like season two it has enormous potential, the pilot is all so mysterious
but it could crash real bad.

3. House - Still good, hopefully something picks up.

4. Anticipating eli stone and 30 rock, and bsg is on the sidelines. What else to catch?

5. naruto - They better make it good.

6. code geass r2 - Damn damn damn discipline gone to hell, must stop watching.

7. vellum - But its disjointed crap about gays and sumerian demigods.

8. Militant black man on youtube.

--

Busta Rhymes in the previous post is holding his head as he realized how hard his song sucked.

However, "Human" by The Killers is excellent.

God Bless

leaky nose and resilient smile, fighting doubt day after day

Well,

2008-09-28T02:01:00.000+08:00

Just listen to it.

Nombor Tiga

2008-09-21T20:23:00.002+08:00

The seasons has officially changed. The migratory birds have all left, a sure indicator of summer's end. Fall, with orange leaves and colder climes has begun. I see the last bursts of colours, flaring fitfully, a last rally before winter's forgetfulness.

And in other words, to keep with the unimportant theme in the blog, here is the first of the interviews: twenty inconsequential questions.

1. What is your favourite adhesive brand?

3m

2. What is your least favourite fruit?

dragonfruit

3, How many plys do you prefer in your tissues?

3

4. Blackberry or iphone?

I own neither.

5. Your favourite macdonald sauce?

Barbecue

6. Chikungunya or malaria?

I own neither too.

7. Your preferred font?

Arial

8. Your preferred brand of pen?

pilot

9. Death by boredom or death by death by lousy blog posts?

depends

10. Wool or cotton?

polyester

11. Scientology or kabalah?

madonna

12. Your favourite brand of headphones?

anything actually

13. Your favourite brand of academic textbook publisher?

macmillan-palgrave

14. Your favourite brand of kick scooter?

china power

15. Web browsers, opera or chrome?

hahaha

16. Has beens, 50 cent or fat joe?

fat joe

17. Wannabes, sun ho or guo mei mei?

Both

18. Asif Ali Zardari or Morgan Tsvangirai?

They actually are important, more or less.

19. Calluses on your feet or a calloused heart?

20. Being lame or lamed due to being lame?

Punning is lame.

God Bless

chanting magic, wishing smiles

2008-09-15T02:26:00.001+08:00

And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, oh if.... I wont have to cry no more.

Era

2008-09-11T23:38:00.004+08:00

In memory.

A new age for the 21th century began on this day. An age that is defined by technology, money and man, in that order. An age that drew out lines for people as to what they should think for the next decade, the next fifty years. Innocuous beginnings would start an age with a fiery collapse. Here's to the new century and the mild dawn, tremulous with hope.

God Bless

Me spanking the monkey

2008-09-07T01:57:00.003+08:00

Brevity

2008-08-29T00:07:00.003+08:00

The bard as usual identified what brevity stands for. I on the other hand just try to make it brief as wit escapes me.

Eli stone and Pushing Daisies recently entered my viewing list. It has been scarred by supernatural over the past few weeks. The two recent series, more significantly the former, has been the balm to soothe my uni-weary person.

Pushing Daisies bear all the hallmarks of an ABC show. There is the fairytale setting, the intriguing characters, backgrounds and relationships. There is also, the orchestral soundtrack repeated ad nauseum. There is finally, the narrator, a disembodied voice introducing and narrating events, in couplets nonetheless. It is intriguing, but certain aspects really irritate.

Eli Stone is another ABC show. Similarities abound, characters and their relationships are really the strong point of ABC. Furthermore, the setting and premise are really interesting and riveting. However, what distances it from the show above is that its direction and scripting help sustain it where other new series fade after the shock of from its debut.

Thanks to Keng for the heads up.

God Bless

It is from Hamlet.

Tired

2008-08-25T23:21:00.001+08:00

Number 2

2008-08-14T21:23:00.003+08:00

Its a pity that Singapore does not allow recreational hunting. Or not I could shoot some of these birds down.

Ah well. They do say migratory patterns are an inevitable part of these birds growing up and pursuing the choices they want in their life.

And if you do not know, I am speaking metaphorically. I have not gone into the loony bin, yet.

God Bless

Man you hit me
Yeah you hit me really hard
Baby you hit me
Yeah you punched me right in the heart
And then you kissed me
And then you hit me

The Cardigans - And then you kissed me

A reckoning

2008-08-13T00:26:00.002+08:00

Reckon - Calculate, Consider, Presume, Judge.

School's a bitch.
It involves waking up early, studying with an amorphous fear of how to restart this inactive brain and travelling. It involves anxiety with grades, lessons and expectation. It is quite alot to take in. It cuts my reading and tv time.

School's a blast.
I can finally study again. The classes are very interesting and fresh. The challenge is a source of stimulus and thrill. I missed that feeling while working for the lion company. I am finally not wearing a uniform.

I reckon that while I cannot decide what to think, I might as well put the literal blindfold on and walk in, ogres or sprites irregardless.

In other news, on the east side of Singapore, at its tip lies a place where birds like to fly. They migrate seasonally, coming back in the summer and raising their wings and flapping back to wherever their roost is at the cusp between said season and autumn. This tip is their focal point by which they depart and arrive. There is a steady traffic of such birds for the past few years but this year sees an upward spike in these creature's movements. Experts are at a loss to describe this phenomenon, though certain ornithologist speculate as a form of "exchange"; other learned individuals hypothesized it as an effect that has been touched of by dismal weather in Singapore.

God Bless

Reckoner - Radiohead

43

2008-08-09T00:08:00.002+08:00

We, the citizens of Singapore,
pledge ourselves as one united people,
regardless of race, language or religion,
to build a democratic society
based on justice and equality
so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and
progress for our nation.

God Bless Singapore

Peace and prosperity please.

Finally

2008-08-02T19:16:00.002+08:00

At long last I completed the collection. Not bad, a marked return from Hail The Thief which sees some toning down of the electronics to a more band sound.

My ratings.

#1 Ok Computer(1997)
#2 Amnesiac(2001)
#3 In Rainbows(2007)
#4 The Bends(1995)
#5 Kid A(2000)
#6 Hail The Thief(2003)
#7 Pablo Honey(1993)

God Bless

Mother Moon in sorrow turned away from Father Sun, eschewing light in grief and pain.
Man had never seen the absence of light, and wondered and feared.
They named it the night and closed their eyes to it, and it was thus that Man was motionless in darkness but worked in the light.
Father Sun still searches hither for Mother Moon, and occasionally sees her, illuminating her.
Man sees it too.
Some call her face the oval moon of beauty, others, see scars athwart a ghostly mien, swallowed in by sea of stars.

Obligatory

2008-07-27T19:45:00.002+08:00

sounds like a dirty word.
It probably should be, as it masquerades it self as a form of motivated choice.

So its my turn to post about the batman movie.

1. It is not my best movie of 2008 so far. No Country for Old Men is better.

2. It is over-hyped.(See sub points 2 a and b.)

2a. Heath Ledger's performance is over hyped.

2b. Ergo, the movie has such enormous living up to do.

I expect to generate massive page views about this post, like maybe even hitting 10 views in a month.

Alright, there must exist of course, the qualification, or not humanity might as well be as deranged as the joker.
The Dark Knight is an excellent movie. The focus on the acting cannot be emphasized more, as we see real stand out performances from its leads. It is also a well thought out movie, a rarity in the superhero genre. Furthermore, the ambiance is as the first movie, no thanks to proper directing and a lush soundtrack.

That said, the movie has been swirling with such loud whispers of magnificence that one would assume to exit the theatre with epiphanies of immortality or the elimination of poverty.
In reality, the movie had to trade off its pacing for more systematic and realistic portrayals of character development and ideas, making it seem choppy at its 150 minutes screen time.
Hence, it is simply an excellent movie, not the map to find Bin Laden.

Much of the hype lies with Heath Ledger. He brilliantly made the Joker his own. But was he really so good? Individual opinion i suppose.
I however must counterpoise this point by saying that recently I learned from a friend of people who do not know Ledger is deceased. What do these people know then?

Whether Rainie Yang's new album is due?

All being said, I am thankful that I kept my mind clear to watch it, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

God Bless

Are you mine?
Cause I stay here
All the time
Watching tele
Drinking wine

Who's have known? - Lily Allen

Technicolour

2008-07-21T14:19:00.008+08:00

REAM
MARE
EAR
ARE
ERA
ARM
MAR
RAM

God Bless

Thank You God

Another week in review

2008-07-07T13:27:00.004+08:00

Where this week is like the other, which is also identical to the one before.

Reading: The Devil You Know (Mike Carey)

He wrote the Lucifer series which went from good to bad, like a bottle of milk. It reads good now, but the milk may turn warm.

Watching: Soul Eater (Some Dude)

I loved the comic, and while hunting through cyberspace, discovered the anime. Hopefully it lives up to the quality of the drawn form. Which I highly doubt.

Watched: No Country for Old Men (Cohen Brothers)

Well written, artfully paced, powerful themes told and above all, brilliant acting.

Javier Bardem was

KN%BCC* AWESOME.

God Bless

Hey and ho.

An 8 Year Wait

2008-06-29T17:10:00.002+08:00

Talking Shop

2008-06-23T23:48:00.002+08:00

The following post may be wholly incomprehensible. This assuredly, does not deviate from the general theme of this web log, which is a pathetic sort of neolithic obfuscation. However, what is more constant throughout this post is the lack of effort even to explain.

I fell in love with the genre when I was thirteen or fourteen. I remember it was or should be a Salvatore that my brother borrowed from one of his friends. The first chapter began in some pit where fell creatures were discussing devious plans of sinister nature. I did not need further encouragement. I did however not read anymore of said creatures planning as my brother returned it the next day. I do not let him borrow much of my stuff now.

The curiosity led to my first purchase. Edding's Tamuli trilogy. I realized after reading the whole thing that it was the last of a quartet of tri/quinto-logies that defined his career. Consequently I own all of it. Compulsively too, I believe I re-read the whole thing at least five or more times. Hrmehm.

There were others along the way. I was at that time not sick of your steoreotypical farm boy and gang getting it on and saving the day to boot. Brooks was good at first. Feist was solid and his first works were especially memorable. Along the way puerile ones like Magic tie in novels crept in. Slight jading.

The renaissance truly set in when I turned 15. It seemed then they came running in, screaming, opening their-selves lewdly beseeching me to read them. Yes, I was bad boy, I read them all. Erikson and the Malazan opus, McDouglas and then Robert Jordan. The grandfather of them all met me too, Rings was just amazing. And most of all, like a comet, was George Martin, him singing his song of ice and fire.

Army was a blur. But it did free time for reading. Susanna Clarke is outstanding and so along this vein, I started chasing debutants. Lynch, Bakker, Rothfuss, Ruckley, Sanderson and Bishop. Sure, there were still old-timers like Bujold, Pratchett and Gaiman.

So many have fallen along the wayside. People say they grew up, or preferered something more corporeal or substantial. People said they are into it, but all they have for it having read Harry Potter and a viewing of the rings trilogy. One gay British boy isn't the genre. Its a small wee world for my breed. I believe one reason is we not having much opportunities to reproduce. All related.

I take heart in knowing still more words await, they, stepping out of the shadows, tightening armour straps and stuffing back djnns. I have talked shop all night. Yet I think no one will understand.

God Bless

My dragon is bigger than yours.

Or luke sky with a twisted long hat

2008-06-21T02:52:00.003+08:00

which would be very weird. He never appeared in a hat. Sure, he appears in a helmet but never headpieces.

But its actually lyrics from a rap song. So, its recommendation time. Rap is a secret shame of mine. I ridicule it constantly but find this mumbly conjugation of words and breathlessness strangely compelling.
Sure it has ample ground for ridicule. You get the stock shit about bitches and hos. You get the bling, drugs and guns strewn in your face over the same beats time after time. They have such monikers.
But some people were different. Some sang about issues, other sang bleeding out their life story.

The Flobots sing it differently.

They combine a peculiar music experience. Like some dude rapping to classical music. But what I enjoyed was their ambition. Listen for some serious thinking.

They say no man is an island.

Indeed, we are but archipelagos.
Jewels across a lady's neck.

Yet, see.
Each island stands apart.
Individually beautiful beyond belief.

Apart, but still jewels across her neck.

Polynesian Poet

God Bless
x

Saying the same thing over again, lying through each pore every time.

Do It Right Now

2008-06-17T00:04:00.003+08:00

Firefox 3 comes out tomorrow. Help Mozilla make a world record by having the most downloads in a day. Seriously, do it.

God Bless

I’ve always been a dreamer
I've had my head among
the clouds
Now that I’m coming down
Won’t you be my solid ground?

Sway - The Perishers

A mountain of ice floating in a sea of fire

2008-06-14T20:56:00.002+08:00

As far as things go, improbability still remains a constant, faithful companion in my life.

Communication is after twenty years still a hurdle.
Example hence.

The Hokkien Dialect One Hundred and One (page 103)
: below are a few common-place examples and the correct responses.

>Situation where one person chastises another for tawdriness.

[Person 1] - Eh, lir kee toe lohk? Sio ji leh hoon kee sio ah ni koo?
[Person 2] - Paiseh lah.
[Person 1] - Sio si mi lah? Sio hoon kee ah see sio lan jiao? *&^%$@#

[Person 1] - Hey, where did you go? Why did you take so long to smoke cigarettes?
[Person 2] - Sorry.
[Person 1] - Hmmph, what were you smoking? Were you smoking cigarettes or penises? *&^%$@#

>Situation where an elder advises a younger upon learning that the latter is going out.

[Younger] - Wah choo kee.
[Elder] - Kee toh lohk?
[Younger] - Kah peng you choo kee jia.
[Elder] - Orhh.
[Younger] - Wah choo kee liao ah.
[Elder] - Mai ahni auhm twuin lai ah.
[Younger] - Eh sai.
[Elder] - Kua chia ah.
[Younger] - Zai yahhn.
[Elder] - Ah.
[Younger] - Bye Bye.

[Younger] - I am going out.
[Elder] - Where?
[Younger] - I am going out for a meal with my friends.
[Elder] - Orhh.
[Younger] - So, I am going.
[Elder] - Don't come back too late.
[Younger] - Got it.
[Elder] - Look out for cars.
[Younger] - Understood.
[Elder] - Ah.
[Younger] - Bye Bye.

>Situation where one extricates himself from an unpleasant conversation.

[Person 1] - Choh mi ahni sian? Yah liao looi gohk bey hua hihn?
[Person 2] - Wah lao! Wah sibei stress leh. Wah kah li kong, wah zahr mi kee geylang.
[Person 1] - Jiat ah?
[Person 2] - Wu lah, gohc wu wa gah Person 3 kee buay hoon kee. Kaih eh.
[Person 1] - Then choh mi sian?
[Person 2] - Then wah nang kee kio kuay. Kio liao then kee serng dua suayh.
[Person 1] - Oh..
[Person 2] - Then serng liao serng gah loong zong eh looi gohc bo liao .
[Person 2] - Koon kah koon bey lohk. Zohc bang kuan tion dua suayh lor!
[Person 2] - Eh, eh sai jio looi bo? Li zap mah eh sai?
[Person 1] - Eh! wah eh chiu tian wu siah. Si person 4 Kah how wah.
[Person 1] - Wah tan kah kah li kong.
[Person 2] - Li zap mah eh say brother!!

[Person 1] - Why are you looking so glum? Aren't you happy we just got paid?
[Person 2] - Damn! I am very stressed. Okay, I went to geylang last night.
[Person 1] - To eat?
[Person 2] - Yes, and I also went with Person 3 to buy cigarettes. Fake ones.
[Person 1] - So why are you sad then?
[Person 2] - So after that we went to call chickens and after that bout, we gambled.
[Person 1] - Oh..
[Person 2] - So I lost all my pay.
[Person 2] - Now I can't even sleep. When I dream I see my losses taunting me!
[Person 2] - So, could I borrow some money from you? Twenty dollars would be fine?
[Person 1] - WOW! My hand phone rung! Its Person 4!!
[Person 1] - Its important I handle what Person 4 requires immediately. Later.
[Person 2] - Twenty dollars is fine brother!!

Comprehensible?
I don't think i proved anything or explained anything.
Maybe its a communication problem.

God Bless

Wake... from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today.. we escape
We escape.

Pack and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before.. all hell.. breaks loose.

Breathe... keep breathing
Don't lose.. your nerve.
Breathe... keep breathing
I can't do this.. alone.

Radiohead - Exit Music (For a Film)

192 Posts, Last published on 4 June 2008

2008-06-09T23:15:00.002+08:00

N

Light is strewn across dapple ways.
Far away, songs play singing about summer breezes
and deep loves.
But it is night, and the light doesn't
shine so far.

The colour is a shade, peculiarly
of orange and black.
Like a glow in one's eyes.
But it is night, and the light doesn't
allow me to see clearly.

There are summer breezes, conjured up
undoubtedly from the song. I wish
for serenity to follow.
But it is night, and the light doesn't
make me feel good.

God Bless

The Bird and the Bee covered The Bee gee's How deep is your Love phenomenally.

Glazed Wheezes

2008-06-04T18:02:00.003+08:00

Cruller roll,
cinnamon whiff.
An idea such as "
tantalizing treats?"

Cruller hits.
Very painful cheek
athwart very shocked face.
Some call it,
dawning realization.

You can eat all the
cake in the world.
I will suffice,
with my glazed wheezes.

News Flash 1

Barack Obama has won the democratic nomination. Robinson's now sells bronzers at 50% discount. The hairdressers downstairs now offer the "obama" style.

Although in Singapore, all it will get you is the label of convict or very emo national socialist poser/loser.

News flash 2

I saw Terence Cao(TC) and Felica Chin(FC) getting it on on some tcs8 drama. I wonder what is more laughable, FC's delayed response acting, TC pretending to be straight or me actually stopping and watching a whole five minutes of the show.

TV here sucks.

God Bless

Listen to the "The Guillemots" or "Flobots"!

E

2008-05-20T22:19:00.003+08:00

can stand for many things. Take for example, it can be the first letter of any given number of words. Erin, eclectic, estrogen or even entertainment.

This post is largely about eclectic estrogen based entertainment. Well, it does not involve erin, but it does involve veronica(which doesn't start with e).

My current may survey found the CW Networks TV drama Veronica Mars.
I am startling impressed by the show.

"Veronica Mars is a character study masquerading as a high-school drama."
The Boston Phoenix

"In this smart, engaging series about a former popular girl turned crime-solving high school outcast, the hard-boiled dialogue comes from its teen protagonist's mouth in a way that stabs any potential cutesiness in the heart with an ice pick."
LA Weekly

"Equal parts intrigue, drama, and humor, Veronica Mars is also a lesson book for the disenfranchised. Few tv series aim so high; even fewer succeed so well."
PopMatters

This people think so too. A simple advantages and disadvantages study must be done.

Why Good?

1] Strong writing. - The plots are believable and interesting, the dialogue is never insipid and the characters are well fleshed out.

2] Engaging focus. - There are a few eldritch formulaes in the world that when combined will allow people to take over the world. One way is through combining an unflinching view on society with crime, mystery and high school. You get something that is expected to be cheesy, but turns out to be much more mature and real.

3] Cast - When you put pretty blone girls as the lead, you run a risk. It tends to be a gorgeous but facile kind of acting. Kristen Bell's performance shocked me, as i thought of her as as being one of the above-mentioned type of actress. Her role in Heroes was shockingly lame( if you get what i mean). But she pulls her own brillantly in Veronica Mars. Great surprise. Did I mention she i very pretty?
The rest of the dudes fill the supporting role roles they were meant to play. Ho Hum.

Not so Good?

1] Background Setting- The background is in high school, but as usual every ones looks as if spent 10 years advancing form grade 8 to grade 12. They purported say it has school elite, but the elite and the plebs seem to wear exactly the same thing. Worse still, they have this latino character who has a biker gang but is so meek and nice, i thought for a moment it was clay aiken with bronzer.

2] Relationships - The Veronica character has the Carrie complex. Its where she dates all the losers and idiots like a certain Ms Bradshaw. It gets irritating. I wonder why they have to use the normal cast and cannot afford to bring in acceptable guest stars?

It may not be for everyone, hence the word eclectic. It may not be for everyone hence the discontinuation of the series after season 3. It may not be for everyone, which is why people like High School Musical and American Idol.

God Bless

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Provoke 2 (You)

2008-05-10T02:52:00.003+08:00

The Hobbit is being made. Personally i have never read the hobbit. I did finish rings twice and had half of the silmarillion, much good that done.

But Peter Jackson is producing and Guillermo Del Toro is directing, also it will be shot in New Zealand too.

I like Del Toro, he did Pan's Labyrinth. It was intelligence at 4 am at once of those infamous clementi prison GD RM mornings, where by then I usually would be singing or dancing in that room. The movie retained a sense of wonder exceptionally rare today.

That gay dude is Gandalf again but who shall be Bilbo? Bad name.

Xu's Picks

1.Elijah Wood

Experience- 8/10

Appearance - 5/10

Glam Factor - 4/10

Suitability - 4/10

He certainly has the chops, being frodo and all. Yet it is undeniable he and Sam have something on. Four male friends are never that chummy, unless they play rugby or other hard-contact sports. He also has post rings acted in zero movies of consequence.

2. Li Nanxing

Experience- 1/10

Appearance - 5/10

Glam Factor - 2/10

Suitability - 7/10 (adjusted for Singapore Patriotism)

I would like to start by saying that Singapore is a great place to live. I would like to follow that it would be incredible publicity if he can do the role. He has appeared in hits like King of gamblers 3, that special effects extravaganza. He also does those marvelous coffee ads with Zoe, and if it is not too far a request, David Gan can be gollum.

3. Chris Noth

Experience- 7/10

Appearance - 4/10

Glam Factor - 7/10

Suitability - 5/10

Chris Noth is Mr Big in Sex and the City. I do not know this information personally. I googled it. He also acts in Law and Order. Anyways, he would glam up the old Bilbo, he can for example make puns about Carrie while ferrying the ring. He can also act all old and asshole, that being being his typical cast role, thus giving him much good points on experience; being Bilbo is some kind of an asshole too i think.

4. Britney

Experience- 1/10

Appearance - 1/10

Glam Factor - 8/10

Suitability - 8/10 (Why not??)

Lets forget crossroads and dwell on the positive. She still commands alot of respect, has street cred with danja and those community dancing lessons. She also was caught recently holding a copy of radiohead's In Rainbows album. She is always chased by the media so they chasing her to the set translates into additional publicity for the movie. Do New Zealand some good too.
What else? She can always croon gimme more to the ring till the bad guys blackout or something.

5. John

Experience-

Appearance -

Glam Factor -

Suitability - 9/10

Cate Blanchett can act as Bob Dylan, so I don't see why you don't. the androgynous look is in. Half the battle is won from having a male sounding part in your name.
The other half is that special effects are not necessary to render you like a hobbit.
What are you waiting for? Be the Lord of the Rings!

God Bless

The author is not liable for any damages, intended or unintended.

go ahead, go ahead and smash it on the floor
take whatever is left, and take it with you out the door
see if I cry
see if I shed a single sorry tear
can't say that it's been that great
no in fact it's been a wasted worried year

The Raconteurs - Many Shades of Black

Provoke 1 (me)

2008-05-10T02:02:00.002+08:00

This i hope will be mercifully short.

The first order would be to have a system that facilitates a smooth flow of ideas. As far as possible from the screen to readers believing in it fervently. So it shall proceed, where first we see how it scourges humanity, followed by some alleviating point for balance sake.
Oh, if by any chance the topic has not yet been mentioned, please pardon this failing brain; the subject in mention being that of facebook and its role in distancing rather than closing, personal space and its existence with the public space.

The book fails as it reduces the personal and replaces it with the impersonal. This is ironic as it is supposed to do the reverse, making communication more intimate. However, it makes communication too simple, whereby, words typed out on a keyboard are preferred over a few sounds articulated from ones larynx. Something much more rudimentary, but now, infinitely more difficult.

Though the language is harsh, it also doubles up as a substitute for personal accounting. The use of diaries, planners and secretaries are perfectly normal, reflecting a fruitful, organized lifestyle driven by industry. Yet, it is symptomatic of deficiency in one when the intimate details of one's peers, birth dates, much looked forward to meetings are to be glommed from this web agent. It is of course exaggerated, but yet is not the book an increasingly popular source to go to for such bio data, rather than face embarrassment and possible trampled feeling by asking another directly?

It also takes over from its dying cousin frien___, the mantle of the status bench-marker. There is no rule prohibiting the number of or making of friends, in fact to do the converse is to be labelled weird and to be saddled with other term of ingenious insult. However, with the word generation soon to be replaced by "techneration", it first is that not being part of a social networking site is not to be in sync with ones generation. Next, being that somehow among the techneration, prestige is determined by how many one knows(seen, heard, brushed past). Yet, it is dangerous to generalize, not everyone does so or thinks so, being that people do have large peerages. Its just that in an increasingly younger tech-generation, it is not only physical age that is getting youthful, but also expanding is that of the mental age being regressively juvenile.

To consolidate on the last idea, the book is the latest in a string of web mayfly's; short lived, transient and borne aloft in great numbers. The correct word is fad, but i prefer mayfly. Thus what seems a progression of innovation, from one product to a better product, is rather sinisterly; masking what is actually short lived attention spans. It can pan to implications like that of commitment deficits, from simple personal choices of social networking to public responsibility.

All that being said, it is time to give some balance. Facebook stands as one of the cornerstones of the Web 2.0 revolution, a whole new way of defining and applying the internet. Social networking is not new, but it is first in being accessible not only to the consumer but to the developers, providing open source on a stable platform. Ease of usage, celerity of networking and the free traffic of ideas makes the original promise of the internet, that of unimpeded information alive in a world of commercialism and governmental obstruction.

Sum, the idea was sound. The application not. The inbred propensity to shoot oneself in the foot has been present ever since the first bite of that fruit. Hence, solutions are not tenable, neither is despair or regret. Rather it seems, awareness is the intention in this writing. Here's to innovation winning once more.

God Bless

The author is a proud user of facebook and has the applications, "Scrabulous", "Pet Dragons" and EPL Picks". He cannot remember anyones birthdays and frequently refutes accusations of having "no life" by pointing out his accounts present in facebook and past in friendster.

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"Then why bother type so much, no need electricity ah"

Mother upon looking over my shoulder and reading.

"And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people,

And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people,

I never thought I'd need so many people."

David Bowie - Five Years

Mariachi

2008-05-04T22:54:00.003+08:00

is an Italian sounding word, that would go down as another title name that has no effect on or no significance to what i wish to say.

As it is, there is nothing much to say either, so entertainment selections will take precedence today.

Girls and Boys, listen to the Flight of The Conchords. Alternatively, one can do both and watch them while listening to them on HBO or something.

Do also catch 30 Rock. Catch the irrepressible Tina Fey and gang brew humour, the only caveat being just that you have to listen carefully and possess some cognition.

Last, Dr House is back. The after-after-after-after party for his return is at the padang tomorrow night, hosted by Fann Wong of dance with the dragon fame.

God Bless
x

He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance! dance! dance! dance!

Black Kids - I'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you

Oh, so the onion sprouted?

2008-04-24T18:23:00.003+08:00

Competition time. Tag a good caption for this thing and one lucky person will walk away with the mystery prize.

God Bless

"The prequel to the lord of the rings."

孤行生
命非延
间常道

汝此辞
影随云
乃前言
何生榆?

0243 is not like 1028, its actually the time

2008-04-21T02:43:00.002+08:00

Appetizers : Peaceful heart

INGREDIENTS

* 1 Heart
* 1/2 cup Acceptance
* 4 slices Tolerance
* 2 tablespoons finely shredded Understanding
* 1 tablespoon Cowardice

DIRECTIONS

1. Place ardent Heart in a saucepan, and douse with cold water. Bring water to a boil and immediately remove from heat. Cover, and let Heart stand in hot water for 10 to 12 minutes. Remove from hot water, and cool, as such tenderizing the heart to a more willing state. To cool more quickly, rinse Heart under cold running water.
2. Meanwhile, place Acceptance in a large, deep skillet. Cook over medium-high heat until ready for anything. Alternatively, wrap Acceptance in paper towels and cook in the microwave for about 1 minute per slice. Crumble evenly and set aside.
3. Peel the hard-cooked Heart, and cut in half lengthwise. Remove the emotions to a small bowl. Mash it with Tolerance, crumbled Acceptance and Understanding. Stir in Cowardice. Fill Heart halves with the mixture and suffer until serving.

Main course : Serene Mind

INGREDIENTS

* 1 Mind, cut into pieces
* 1/2 (10.75 ounce) can condensed Cognition
* 1 tablespoon Fear
* 3 tablespoons Passion juice
* 1 teaspoon ground Intelligence
* 1/2 tablespoon Spite powder
* 1 teaspoon Bitchiness
* 1 teaspoon Hopelessness
* 2 tablespoons Yearning
* 1/2 cup Pathetic milk

DIRECTIONS

1. FOR MARINADE: In a large bowl combine the Cognition, Spite powder, Passion juice, Intelligence, Bitchiness, Fear, Hopelessness and Yearning. Mix well. Marinate the Mind in the unrelenting lassitude over years.
2. The next available moment, mix in the Pathetic milk, then grill the mind until cooked through. You'll love it!

Dessert : Humour, Grace and Wit

INGREDIENTS

* 1 (9 inch) prepared Idea of what to say
* 2 (8 ounce) packages of Placidness, softened
* 2 (14 ounce) cans low-fat sweetened condensed Glibness
* 3/4 cup key Lingusitics
* 1 teaspoon grated Timing
* 1/4 teaspoon Inference
* 1 cup heavy Comic sense, chilled
* 1 teaspoon Tack extract
* 3 tablespoons of Erudition

DIRECTIONS

1. To Make it filling: In a large mixing bowl, whip Placidness until fluffy. Add condensed Glibness, Linguistics, Timing, and Inference. Whip until mixture is smooth. Pour into an Idea of what to say. Cover with plastic wrap and ponder thoroughly.
2. To give it a Topping: In a medium bowl, whip placidness until reaction peaks form. Add Comic Sense or tack and Erudition. Continue to whip until laughter forms or mockery peaks. Place topping in a fine-mesh sieve and place sieve over a bowl to catch crap that drains off. Cover topping tightly with mouth shut and allow to drain for 2 hours.
3. Before serving, discard crap that has drained from topping. Spread words over people.

God Bless
xu

"
..what is wrong with the world today?
Think about it, think about it,
think, think about it
...
What man, whose the man, when's a man a man, why�
s it so hard to be a man
Am I a man? Yes,
technically, yes�
"

Flight of the Conchords - Think about it, Think, Think about it

A dream

2008-04-16T01:40:00.002+08:00

Red eyes and swollen veins, gazing 'pon a
jet sky. A memory of the times light-
ed by sol's eye, but soft and faded miens.
One waits anew for the day, but hush, cause
its dark already, all and else steeped in
quiet and dreams.

God Bless
qprxt

20

2008-04-09T00:09:00.009+08:00

The challenge being to recommend twenty inconsequential things in alphabetical order, with or without mention to other considerations thereafter. Recommendations also must be recent.

The motivation being to promote or laud subjects or objects of excellence one encounters.

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1. Artist (Monet) (Dali) (Cezanne)

My education in art is just beginning but i found the impressionism movement to have particularly striking paintings. Monet being the flag bearer of this movement. Cezanne intrigues, but Dali from the surrealistic school paints such gripping landscapes too. In Singapore we get too little art, its only that fat guy art dude Botero.

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2. Bags (Muji)

What can possibly be wrong with Muji? Clean and classic lines that does not eschew function in pursuing aesthetic. It makes minimalism sound look less impotent and more like virile.

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3. Band (Radiohead) (Los Campesinos!) (The Hush Sounds)

It would have gone to another band but i recently loaded Kid A and Amnesiac to properly listen. So the end result being that everything else is shallow and puerile by comparison. It took many hours for this despondency to lift. Los Campesinos is a delightful little indie newcomer with strangely pulled off harmonization in punk music. I always had something for pianos so The Hush Sounds sneaked in with their brand of folkish pop.
But I also happen to like toxic by Britney Spears because she is wicked in the video.

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4. Book (Patrick Rothfuss) (Louis Banyard) (Neal Stephenson)

I think about 5% of people share the same interest in me. When they see me in person about 4% of that 5 will act like they dislike it too.
That said, Patrick Rothfuss wrote one of the best things i read in a while. Mr banyard wrote a clever crime caper that had Poe and the 19th cenuty in it. Mr Stephenson is just stupendous.
As one will notice, my descriptive skills are something i will definitely not recommend, but i suppose the quality of the books dregs up the phrase "stunned speechless".

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5. Bus Service (518) (7) (Mr Taxi)

518 is the bourgeois mode of public transport, taken of course in context when communism was still relevant.
7 takes you to hell and tortures you, breaking finger bone by bone.
For everything else, "uncle" will get you there.

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6. Classical Work (Romance of the Three Kingdoms) (The Ramayana) (The story of the Redhill Boy)

If you like war and fire and heroes and song but you have not read the romance(at least the translated, abridged, pictorial version), then you do not like war and fire and heroes and song. The ramayana intrigues, but i am having a hard time finding the books to rent.

When i commuted to clementi in ages long ago, i would pass the "Ang Sua" train station. On unhappy days its' name would be more colourfully described.
So it seems there is a story behind this station, something about swordfishes and jealous temenggongs.

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7. Chill-Out Place (Sunset Way) (Tom's Way)

I despise that journey to clementi. But the place has surprising secrets. Like well dressed men or people who password protect their blogs, clementi harboured Sunset Way as its secret. A charming row for one to wine and dine. Has none of the pretentiousness of its fangled sisters and brothers, something walk, or road or hill.
Not so charming would be places like the red brick apartments beside tampines avenue 1, where there is this corridor i christened "Tom's way". Lots of whining and dying.

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8. Fast Food (KFC)

Carls Junior is Scarlett Johanssen. Macdonalds is Britney Spears. Burger King is Beyonce. Long Johns is Ciara. Taco Bell is Mandy Moore. But KFC is Natalie Portman, so yes, it is the best.

The Boleyn sistas movie references are rife.

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9. Footwear (Pedro) (Fake Birkenstocks)

Don't wear Pedro footwear. Owning to the fact that they make uncomfortable shoes, of suspect quality and even more questionable style. It also seemed lifted off the Milan footwear magazine.
And of course, they gave me blisters, blood blisters.

Suan Lum Night Bazaar closed down. A pity, but but then the fake slippers originated from that seething locale. Gave the father them and watched him never wear it. In wearing, i realized that any tenderness he would have at my act of piety was erased by more pressing tenderness one would feel on one's sole upon slipping on the mentioned slippers.

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10. Fruit juice (Mixed Vegetables) (Ginger)

A lot of fiber, a lot of suspect flavours too. It does keep the machinery greased and running, if one stretches the analogies.
Not exactly those pink things in japanese restaurants, ginger is actually drinkable.

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11. Graphic Novel (Fables) (Sandman) (Alive)

One fellow i know has incessantly mocked me over this. But, i will reiterate that its among some of the most intelligent and well drawn graphic novels. James Jean according to hf drew the above picture, the cover arts for all the books and also designed for Prada.
Go paragon and see.
Also pursuing the king, the sandman.
Alive sneaks in despite being made half a globe away, but it took such entertaining twists it may stand to reckon as a graphic novel.
Also see my attempts at a graphic novel with ms paint at the bottom.

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12. Men's Wear (Zara) (Queen's Couture) (Esprit)

Because upon looking carefully, the other preppy shirt shops has terrible SS08's.
Queen's couture will turn up a pretty gem, if one tries hard enough. The tattoo dude there was polite. Esprit has a fine men's wear, again subject to trying hard enough.
Disclaimer: This does not make me one of the "well-dressed men". It simply highlights some poseur-ing at having style.

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13. Mouthwash (Oral B Purple) (Light Blue Colour) (Dark Blue)

Purple for gingivitis. ~~Not from excessive ginger.~~ Pseudo purple mouthwash as though the container may be purple, it yields plain blue mouthrinse. But it one ups every mouthwash by having arcane chemicals.

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14. Movie (Gone Baby Gone) (BoB Considered) (My Family)

The last movie i caught was gone baby gone. Ben Affleck's directorial debut starring his brother, it was surprisingly good, if not paced slower dues to it being a book adaptation.
Besides that, are telemovies considered? HBO's Band of Brother's is really something.

My defence for not catching much? That watching the family is entertainment enough. You have the sordid happenings, the questionable characters and even food throwing.

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15. Newspaper (The Newpaper) (Urban) (Today)

The Newpaper is versatile. Most common applications involve it being employed as umbrellas or painting covering. I use it to kill insects.
Urban is like the husband of nicole kidman, it falls short in every aspect. But it is so damn bloody entertaining.
Today, is simply the newpaper free.

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16. RSS

Really Simple Syndication. In a nutshell, free news. Since the only print available is rather outdated, heavily censored and unsynchronized with the geopolitic scene, online news is really the way forward.

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17. Travel (HongKong) (BKK) (The Black Forest)

Hongkong has great food, seasonally great weather, better service, chewing gum and hot girls.
Bangkok has great food, great service, chewing gum, tut tuts and people with fluid orientations , but still hot.
A memory of eternal regret, being the few snatched back from an early tramp in Europe. Upon glancing at the famous and dwindling Teutonic forest, all i could muster was, "trees lor" before sticking my nose back to the gameboy. Idiot.

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18. Tv Series (Doctor Who) (House) (SATC)

When House returns on 28th April, it will be regain its rightful throne as emperor of the series, but for now Doctor Who takes the prime spot. Campy, unpretentious, underpinned by a great cast and proper script writing.
I am wondering whether to buy the limited edition SATC box set UK edition. It is a pink shoebox. But what can you do with it? Carrie it to the movie premiere?

Running out of ideas.

19. Blogs (lala land or something ong or short) -go find it

ThIs OnE vErY nIcE! *WAVE HANDS* GoT SoNg!!!!
So nice i drew her for my graphic novel book.!

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20. Undesirable activities (prawning) (luminous lights display) (reading this blog)

Unless you have alot of money and time or if you want to repress your sex drive for a long time or you want to retard your intelligence for a year, you do the activities mentioned in sequential order.

Thank You
God Bless

Apologies for this drivel.

Amour

2008-04-05T23:23:00.002+08:00

I wooed you.
I courted with knees bent.
Whispered insinuations and
shouted proclamations.

I admired your
lovely form.
Eyes that were not wells
but oceans.
Pools of dark to subsume
not only heart but mind and soul.

Gifts of time,
presents of concentration.
I pored over
the best way to melt your attitude.
To get you to return what i expressed.

She did reply.
"O, silly boy, just like any other.
On your way and Hie."

Crestfallen, I realized.
In romancing Knowledge,
as in understanding,
is to look upon that smiling terror;
for one such as I,
mundane and untalented,
tis a fool's errand.

I might had as well sought to
part oceans and pick the stars from the sky.

God Bless
xuyuqin is still chasing knowledge

"I hate you 100%
I mean that kindly"

Glad its over - Wilco

Observations on others(and myself)

2008-03-29T12:13:00.002+08:00

It struck a chord, so I must textually alleviate my thoughts.

On fryday, i went prawn fishing. Affectionately known as prawning, it entails a man made pond, filled with man-reared prawns, exorbitantly cheating man of his cash. Still i am suckered once and again to go.
Furthermore, the company as far as nicknames go, would consist of the crazy butch/bitch, sean kingston and pikachu. For those who know, they would remember those highly charged speeches of how such activities and certain company would be the nadir of anyone's life.
So let the jeers, derision and mocking begin.

The point is, there was this boy who stood beside me. Young, capable of speech, quick in thought, incapable of grace.

So, in fishing, one puts his or her stick forward, as the same in prawning. The above-mentioned boy chose to stick his stick into my face . It may sound suggestive, but it is I who has full control and possesion of both my sticks; not some little kid. What he did was so as to lure the prawn into getting the bait more effectively, but he did so blithely without noticing effectively he has trapped mine and sean kingston's rods. Maybe he did notice, he just didn't care.

Other bitchy details.

- Did not respond even when we made obvious signs of displeasure.

- Yelled at anyone who wanted to put the bait(tadpoles) on themselves, conferring on himselfthe title of "Bait master".

- Got annoyed when his parents criticized his fishing, shouting back at them.

- Refused to stop fishing when called by parents , throwing petulance about in the air as though they were petals.

They say, he is just a kid, and I suppose that is why i never snapped at him. They say its part of childhood, but seriously, at such a young age, he has made fast friends with conceit. That they should be so close is troubling , i suppose.

Made me wonder whether parenting is for me. They speak of a child and his limitless potential, and i wonder if one can be ever up to the task of shaping that potential or even worse, withstand the blow when you know you failed in the task.

Also, hearkened me to the days where the parents were giant beings with the law unto themselves. Was an awkward, paranoid and bespectacled boy.
That actually hasn't changed.

All this from a stupid kid with a wayward stick.

God Bless
x

Inscrutability will return in the next post.

On communication

2008-03-24T20:43:00.002+08:00

One would naturally assume that grammar and punctuation would form some sort of barrier, a geas to protect language from the malevolent creatures that are awful personal communication.

How would a a normal person keep in the loop?
That can be easily solved said one. Newspapers, the internet, television or word of mouth.
Indeed all one can keep in his or hers loop, is that of other him or hers.
So being that people surround you, how can one then fall out of the loop?
That being said, i believe that it is due to the a peculiarity of humans,
that of their preferred method of communication through word and language.
Technically they have body language, unspoken languages and even psychic speech.
Yet it seems that the paradox of the ease in forming tonal inflections is confounded by the
difficulty in presenting it in a given parameters and situations.
This is personal communication at its most awful.

This is the reason why even though people know of which man will become the taiwan president, they do not what presides in their neighbour's mind.
This is not a condition that has appeared suddenly, or has worsened, rather
this seems like a chronic malady, present but ever static.
Can it be ever reversed? I doubt so, as the countless past have tried, there will exist what I term the "defiance".
That we defy even ourselves, blocking true understanding for reasons that to utterly see another is to see deficiency and understand that we mirror each other.

Grigori Mendelev Fyorstevsky - Nizhy Novgorod

In response to Messr. G__ F___ vitriolic diatribe against humanity as a whole, i would like to point out certain errors in his reasoning and offer my view on human communication.

First is his insinuation that other forms of communication are equal methods to the task. He even absurdly even mentions psychic communication. This methods are best utillized by people with bonds and his cant being that all people regardless of relationship can fully wield these sublime methods. It is true that spoken and written are the norm de rigeur, but its fallacious to assume that one can just switch to another method with any hindrance in expression or as per his ultimate task to obtain "true understanding" of others.

Next Ii see he mentions that humans have trouble speaking their minds due to whatever reason they hold. He also posits that it is ever present, and harmful. This is where i interject my opinion that it is has always been around as it is necessary for humans to function in this world. Universally, it is survival mechanism, the mind actively filtering what is spoken so as to avoid harm, damage and mayhem . Words have power beyond their spoken ken, to reverberate in the future. So it is essential that we can regulate ourselves and not speak words and hope it will lead to some wild occurrence of you understanding another.
Besides, true understanding is intuitive and only through effective control will one arrive to at the stage to understand another.

Last, to suggest, defiance could be grace, that we may be flawed but we are thoughtful enough to spare other people this.

Andrea Snodgrass - Newcastle

Isn't this just evasion and not looking at ourselves properly and truthfully?

Sulley Tsvangirai - Johannesburg

Merited discussions on both sides, but to synthesize, couldn't the entire prerogative of the human race be to try and would not the topic discussed be an gigantic endeavour thats is equal parts heartbreak and triumph. Just like us?

Choi Gil Dong - Incheon

God Bless
PLEASE do try out our new voting system on the right.

One blink for yes Two blinks for no.
Sweet Dreams sweet cheeks

Los Campesinos! - Sweet Dreams Sweet Cheeks

Alternative authoring

2008-03-22T22:39:00.005+08:00

Size is rather hefty at 12meg.

Squint you shall
strained ears too
in watching
to realized
actually
alls for naught.

God Bless
-

Poll on the right.

Profundis

2008-03-22T02:54:00.003+08:00

is the name of badly named dragons, or simply latin blog title posturing. Anyways, three thousand is reached and experiments will begin with alternative methods of visual authoring.

Another attempt with meters.

Burned helios upon cha-
riot with revelers wild and
fey. Burghs slided under scrutinized by
none, the focus all on the sun;
glory emanating bored unto souls.

God Bless
xcuiopqin

"make that noise
but i had no choice"
Peter Moren - Social Competence

Painted in motley

2008-03-14T21:49:00.003+08:00

Those most usually so are clowns or prostitutes, though some may argue that the latter's accoutrements are a tad more tasteful. Whatever the case, to keep the company of either is plain odd.

Anyway this post is just to say this is good. Flame of recca-ish, but definitely with original ideas.

Alive - Saishū Shinka teki Shōnen(whatever this means)
Tadashi Kawashima

Recommended by the comic book guy, mostly he just weedles me to put more money out for deriatives but he does unearth gems.

God Bless
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"When you said, "It's a touch too much", I knew, I knew
That I'd be walking home again"

Hot Chip - Touch Too Much

Composite or a really short post

2008-03-06T22:00:00.003+08:00

the former referring to an addition, a merging of diverse elements, elements being of what myriad nature as per composite. In other words, we can also call it as mosaic.

More BKK chronicling can be found on keng's blog. I have done enough elaboration on this journey. Being that as compared to, I am wholly deficient as a storyteller and the glazed eyes or strained smiles are damning indictments to any claims of a modicum of success. Or perhaps, experience comes from customers demanding stories too.

The main point.

A stellar lineup, less than stellar opportunities to watch.

音海茫茫
知音何在

God Bless
th

A great eye burning in the sky.
"The lord of the rings?" Queried one.
Asked another, "Superman?"
Nothing so fancy my child.
Tis above but the sun watching us.

Noir

2008-03-05T22:04:00.002+08:00

is pronounced by the french as "nuah". It can be phonetically used to describe my state of inertia presently. It can also be used to the describe the colour of this blog's background, giving it a parisian effiel tower croissant macaroon feel.

Among other things, had a jaunt down to the eastern banks of the chao phraya river. Alluvial deposits were absent, but in its place, many other disturbing things. Luminous lights and free-falling cockroaches were it seems, a given in these lands. Mustaches too.

Considerations aside, it was good. Had celebrity sightings of the prince of chiang mai in all his splendour, attended by two chinese sisters, one authentic, the other synthetic.
Appreciated.

_ _ _

So it seems almost surreal, that instructor number 1234 was again saying that "You hor, abit lag leh" while pulling the steering wheel. Four days vis an hour, but the four days just flew.

God Bless
x

There could be a hiatus, as the blog may see impending change.

Man may dig upon innumerable fields, yet the great trove may not be buried, but be whom toils beside him.

An attempt with meters

2008-02-28T01:29:00.003+08:00

There resided alone two gentlemen,
environs crafted of timber and soul.
One stayed and opened doors, while another
stayed behind closeted gate helmed with thorns.

A high and merry folk they seem, with naught
cares or sorrows in their time. But see,
one opened doors and grinned, smiles of malice
seamed between. Quiet gentleman just wished

the hoary house whip and burn into ash.

A tale told by hearth and spoken to child

2008-02-22T03:17:00.002+08:00

They say there lived a man who knew many things. He knew the sighs of the sea and the fire's roar, but most importantly, he knew their names.

They say there lived a man who knew many things. He could interpret the dreams of birds and soothe the anxieties of oak, juniper and willow. He knew many things, and grand tales I could tell of how he learnt them, but this is not that story. This is the tale of how he knew nothing.

There lived a youth, fair and bright in lands far removed, who knew many things. He woke to the song of the thrush, laboured and rested with a cloak of stars and crescent moons. But he was not sated. "All my life I have sought and found but my own kind, that yet I have to find."
You see, the youth has lived his life without seeing another man.

The youth traveled leagues upon leagues. He came to a land of kings and great men and he came to see his brethren.
Village, town, city and kingdom; none where overlooked as he trod the four corners of men.
And names he did learn, dread and fey, and he knew many things.

Empires crumble and the sons of robbers sit on thrones and still the youth walked. He learnt then the name of nostalgia. "Hence shall i wend, till i stand in the burgh i first strod." And he made his way to the first ever village he came into.

"Fair are her men, at where i hence!
Grace abound and goodwill sound!"
He sang as he arrived.

But the names men ever hold to heart are avaricious and foul, for the village men cast eyes of suspicion and cunning while the village women batted lashes of slander and malice. The youth was cast out, with nary but the clothes on his back.

Fury gripped the youth and he vowed revenge.

He waited while the womenfolk left the town to laundry by the river. Then he spoke names that children knew nothing of. He spoke the names of greed, hate and lust and the village men fell upon one another till all lay still upon the ground. The youth then took a simple spun cloth sack and put all the children inside. The youth left, to roam the four corners.

Black was the pallor of this village when the women returned, and would remain so till its remaining men from wars returned.

The youth vowed to teach them and bring them proper. You may hear tales of the king of babes, the liege of children, with a queue of children behind treading his footsteps. You should also hear of how this children grew up and left him or grew up and slew each other.

You may also hear tales of a certain piper who played a tune and stole all the children, being that the piper was evil and that no tarnish ever laid on the poor suffering villagers.

There lived a man, dark and fell and alone. He has left the four corners of man a long time ago but he knew many things. They said that he learnt lastly, the name of maturity, and he knew, he knew nothing of how to stop it and what it portends for men.

They say there lived a man who knew many things, and he lived till he dashed himself against the rocks at the bottom of a cliff and he lived no more.

_ _ _
So the storyteller rose by the hearth and spoke, "So you too know a thing or two, and hopefully what names you should keep in your heart. Go home now. Go home."

God Bless
x

To those whom a story is not what floor you are at, but that the ceiling of imagination is limitless.

Gawk

2008-02-17T00:11:00.002+08:00

is an action. Usually accompanied by a open mouth and a dazed mind. It may sound suggestive, but thats only if you have a vile imagination.

So i gawked.
At a video game nonetheless. Call of duty argues as one of the strongest cases for spending time on pixels. Seriously, the marquee has a tradition of excellence but this is seriously them outdoing themselves. Activision had the highest profits of any games publisher in 2007 as it rode on COD as one of its money pillars. (along with guitar hero and wow, whats new)

I also gawked at the length of time spent.
Six hours. As many superlatives though i would like to heap, this is the fabled chink in the armor. Like the un-saintly past of all of Hong Kong's actresses, or david beckham's high voice or even how reading this blog would spoil an otherwise perfectly fine day; six hours is a joke.

People can spend six hours eating a single buffet.
How is six hours enough time to save the earth, foil nuclear missles, kill bad guys etc etc etc.

- -- - -- -

Had lessons.
Driving is like a relationship.
It is far easier initially, when engaging the gear than to do the more pertinent work of keeping the vehicle on course.

Platitude making made easy.

God Bless
x

Two awkward
people.
An electronic
song.
Lazy cafe fans
spinning.
Silence sits
between.

And what else?

O yes.
Too awkard,

too awkard,
people.

Lost in the supermarket

2008-02-09T01:15:00.000+08:00

Not in truth of course, that would be disastrous. Rather, as artfully sang by the clash.

This would aspire to be no more than an rambly construct of sentences in the exercise of incoherence. In fact, all the other posts also aspire to.

So, we may first speak of the indirect approach. This is typed to please myself only but, "A method so indirect in expressing the basic idea of giving is utterly stymied by its own poltroon meekness.".

Next, would be the sheer delight in watching johnny depp serve up macabre in his latest film.
Now, thats a musical.

And, what else?

This has been repeated many times but Messrs and Dames, what is the worth, of an unmarried individual, who can stand and smile and shake hands?

About a few hundred.

God Bless
T

She remarked one day,
over tea.
"What if this rain would n'ver,
turn tap to stop faucet."

"Would the malls sail?
Garments marooned?
Colours bleak and reefed?"

Well, it couldn't be murkier than the tea I stared into,
thought I.

She waited, feet
tappin'. But I never got around to
answering.
But I suppose the tea wasn't murky,
it was
then in faint light, of the lightest shades of white beige and

black lace.

Dissolve

2008-02-03T03:28:00.000+08:00

It seems that the a while ago, it was only in the literal world that everything i touched turned to shit. Now that the world is a seething hell, it seeps into the literary world too.

More to labour through i suppose.

The tremulous voice

2008-02-01T22:14:00.000+08:00

is like a whisper drawn across a silent night. It is like the smile one wears when faced with uncertainty. The quavering cadence of your footstep when you hesitate is synonymous.

The fumblings of random people, across random events looks to the observer, like an infant's playpen. The so described observer will notice a few peculiarities. The foremost that this individuals will lead minuscule lives, perfectly mundane. They do not slay kings, erect towers or cause revolutions. They rather tread the well worn path of anonymity, the soil packed hard by the countless treads before; and excellently provided to receive the countless that would follow. It seems safe, innocuous and secure.
This observer will receive further enlightening. Peculiarity number two is that while secure may be accurate, safe hardly is. Tragedy is central to anonymity. The individuals would universally grief. Not at the same time of course, for that much outpouring would crack the world into pieces. What the observer would see is that everyone lies secure in knowing that his neighbour is a fellow sufferer.
In such dens of infants, a chaos envelopes, so that one smarts in pain with just a visual inspection.

The observer may also at last see the walls. The edifice telling, that whatever may ensue in this lands, it will be kept fast. The anonymity, the tragedy, the happenstances of these people will never be known. Rather than pollute the heroics and triumphs that we read of everyday, in what we see everyday of those who trump from the peaks of fame; this walls ensure that interesting remains as we understand it. The observer may intuit that the walls, keeps the children from the adults, the infantile from the mature.
So the summary of this peculiar realm can be thus as that this individuals are of such similarity that they pale significance, the product being people have little knowledge of their fellows and their insular doings. In some quarters this is encouraged as they are seen as of no matter.

They say I play this metaphor too long, to which i agree and apologize.
Forbear as I toy with another.

Say that the observer is blinkered. Say that one is of enough learning and empathy. The synthesis will produce the dawning fact, that this 'no significance' is actually of most significance. People will live entire lives emulating other lives. Entire lifespans spent regretting or striving to overhaul oneself. I qualify, bettering and improvement are virtues to be pursued, but going to the point of delusion and fallacy is dangerous.

You are special. Being is significance enough, that beggars even the most glamourous.
The smiles, friends, hates, loves, tragedies, endeavours, struggles, fears, jubilations scintillate and they scintillate everywhere you look.

Playpen should be replaced by constellation. An ebony canvas upon which constellations blaze.

So never fear o tremulous voice, you burn bright.

God Bless
t

i want to watch the aliens quadrilogy

Brevity

2008-01-24T21:23:00.000+08:00

Two things.

Firstly, a reflection on the idea of a permanent place and what it means to people. We speak of a terra firma, literally solid ground, when dissecting the permanent place. This solid ground is not merely physical. I suppose people do feel that marshes, sinking cities or even underwater would not only suffice but be perfect.

Yet, the individual is a variant. In fact only broad ideas or demographics can be pluralized to any accuracy in definition. As such, the concept of the permanent place varies. The average person, to simplify, will perhaps use the yardstick of where one has grown up to fixate a permanent place. This is largely synonymous with memories of youth being a permanent ground in identifying oneself.

Mayhaps, what irks a person would also contribute to cementing a permanent place. The million irritations of one's surroundings would in retrospect help a person(if he tries) reconcile with what he really loves of the place.

Variants abound, and in truth, so much variance will only highlight that permanence is an illusion. "A long time" is more apt.

And so for a long long time, I hope I may call my land my home.

__ __ __ __ __

Secondly, I ate the fabled Krispy Kreme.
So one has to look at the doughnut. Roundus fried doughtus would be the latin name.
My opinion after sampling the local fare and the international fare?

Simply that oily glazed bread is oily bread glazed.
It could fried in Singapore or it could be fried in hell.
All that hype may only thus come from the phonetically correct but otherwise ineptly spelled brand name.

So go queue or go flying to buy them, I wouldn't be buying them. Though you can always treat me one.

God Bless
t

If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes

Condemnation - Depeche Mode

It's an awfully small affair

2008-01-18T20:31:00.000+08:00

There comes a time when every island borned boy has a obligation to fulfill, full time.

There also comes a time when he is released from said obligation.

Now could be one such time, for one such boy.

One can convincingly argue that it is a time where stagnation and waste occurs. Others can choose to see it otherwise. Personally, it is a time of immense change in inadequate width. I see steps taken forward. You can also hear the tread receding into the gloom behind.

Not observed in a plural context, but rather from staring at a mirror.

In fact, the loudest stamp of a feet is that I look the same.

God Bless
3SG(NS) Xu Yuqin

Mayhaps i don't think the same?

Of note again, just hopefully not the type with death in it.

2008-01-14T16:32:00.000+08:00

I suppose its just grousing. But with the posters plastered across every wall, its hard not to notice. Its harder to not get irritated.

Rule being for every sentient being, Eye shadow and kooky looks does not a detective make.

It does a exude a druggie look though.

Seriously, if he ever changes the world, it will only be by so.

God Bless
yu

I did at one point hold out my hand.
We were at some road.
The direction signs we faded, but the roads were marked and
diverging.

Somehow, the songs still play.
The anthem even, blaring down lanes
filled with mnemes dancing.
How they pirouette!
How they languish.

I still remember good nights that ended with kisses.

Of note

2008-01-11T03:10:00.000+08:00

Just caught "American Gangster".
And I am telling you something dawg.
No matter how many times you say mofo in the movie, or how much drugs, nudity and guns you brandish, a hollywood ending is a hollywood ending.

You know what I'm saying y'all?

God Bless

i wish you all the grandest shows in the theatre of life

The feeble shrug

2008-01-08T17:50:00.000+08:00

I always felt that it was pathetic allowance. That the best they could do was give wood.

But then why do i feel warm?
Mayhaps from a life devoid of good?

Nah.

God Bless

grin but don't laugh

Dreamwhirl

2008-01-03T16:52:00.000+08:00

Is not to be confused with the dreamworld. Though they are similar, whirls are more random and disturbing. I fear affliction.

Oh, I forget my manners. Welcome again! We open for business again in this bright new year, so tell your friends! Performance nights go for a pence and a farthing per person. Come!

So, shall we go?

The Road Map

1) Video Blogging - Have always been interested, though certain capital needs to be invested and hurdles overcomed.

2) Hopefully Lesser Frequency - Realized a deluge is not helpful, but when the ideas ripe, i got to type.

3) Verbosity - Long windedness is used to conceal truth. Have to decide whether it shall be used as a recurring style.

4) Poetic License - I do not have this. If they actually gave licenses, i would be jailed for grand vandalism. I know, its crud. But never begrudge the diligent improver.( at least i think i am)

5) Tagging - I suppose there is a hush of bafflement and scorn upon walking the road i trawled here. So vent that emotion, let me know. (Here I assume again, maybe people do not even care)

God Bless
xu

I looked at the black
sea, roiling with thunder.
It curdled my blood and alack!
The sea moved, parting men and
ship and soul and

wonder.

End of a Century

2007-12-31T17:00:00.000+08:00

I had not intended to blog again this year, but this is distressing indeed.
It is fell news.

Rock Lee has had his head severed from his body.
Lee has been my faithful companion and we have braved many dangers.
From sound ninjas to sneaking home late at night, he has always been ready at the jangle of a key.

I can think of no other fell beast that has slained him except for,
the headless horseman.

He may have jumped out when i enjoyed sleepy hollow too much.
Mayhaps even from the spanking dvd i procured.

I shall remember you Lee.
I shall also need a new keychain.

God Bless
Here's to a 2008 of splendour and hope

"....there is always a meaning behind words.", He counseled. "You simply need ask."

Oh My Darling Clementine!

2007-12-28T01:03:00.000+08:00

Some stupid cartoon hound used to sing this.

Yet, this will not be about cartoons or animals. This will close the year.

In short, a review of 2007 and the postulations of 2008.

If anyone would really bother, one might check out the last post of 2006. It was of two things, one being me loserishly doing duty on the twenty eighth and later as i remember also on new years eve. The second being watching really intelligent indie movies. If anything changed, it is that i don't watch as many movies and i don't do duty anymore. The latter would gives me a short burst of joy.

Moving forward, 2006 saw unhappiness tempered by contentment. It saw responsibilities and realities. Why would 2007 see then, discontent and fantasies? 2007 is pivotal. Its a year of assassinations and politics but most importantly, it saw the armed forces discharge what was a boy but now is something less so. Is it really so?
I argue the case for both sides. Endurance and reality would fit like glove in hand. 07 saw some of the most unreal situations pressed upon. It detaches far from the laid back life i oft describe and i choose to fabricate as people do not understand. That they would accord some nomination for best soldier is at best like raping a person and then saying sorry.
Yet, one can see that sea of discontentment. Work is the ultimate dough roller. It presses all thoughts flat, focusing in its narrowness, a direction. Maybe a lack of work messes the dough, rising discontent like yeast. (Do forgive the lame metaphors)

There are successes, and there are failures. The shrinks assure that this is perfectly normal.

2008 unfolds slowly. A beautiful flower with twelve petals.
I intend to not pluck a single one.
But i see the garden behind me, with its twenty stalks shaking in the wind,
some ravaged and I fear.

What have I to do forthcoming? Ask me if you see me.

I worship at this shrine.
RADIOHEAD

God Bless
tom tim and tam

Oh my darling, oh my darling,

Oh my darling, Clementine!

Thou were lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

The Mirror

2007-12-25T18:41:00.000+08:00

Brandon Flowers is the frontman of the Killers. I recently saw the video of him at Glastonbury. And it hit me. He did not use to sport a mustache till recently. Only when he performed live that I recognized what twitched me so about that mustache.

Flowers at Glastonbury

Then see this.

Freddie Mecury at Wembley

Freddie Mecury of Queen. HaHa
Both sublime singers and piano players.

God Bless
Have a Merry Christmas

motivations clouded by sprays of jet

The Inaugural : A Farce in two parts

2007-12-23T00:05:00.000+08:00

Dramatis Personae

Tan - An average person of particularly mundane character.

Kim - A student of Korean descent.

Jusuf - Indonesian Militia, possessing a particularly nervous personality.

Lenin - The Ghost of Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, Father of the Soviet Union.

Soseki - The Ghost of Soseki Natsume, a Japanese literary great.(author of I am A cat)

Ahmose - The Ghost of Ahmose I, Router of the Hyskos and
First King of the 18th dynasty.

Sarcesti - Demon.

Part 1
__ __ __ __ ~ __ __ __ __

Batam, a dank night. In an apartment with six chairs. Tan, Kim, Jusuf seated.

[They wait expectantly, except for Jusuf who fidgets. It is cold and they blow repeatedly into
their hands. They are obviously strangers.]

>Cue Curtains Roll

Jusuf : I'm going back.
Kim : Do wait a while longer Mr Jusuf.
Jusuf : This is just nonsense, fancies and flights of this man's mind![Points at Tan]
Jusuf : Speak up!
Kim : Uh ..
Jusuf : Speak up man!
Kim : Yes .. do explain, Mr Tan.
Tan : I also don't know.
Tan : They say you all must come.
Jusuf : They!! What do you mean by they?
Kim : Could you elaborate for us Mr Tan? We require a coherent explanation at the very least.
Tan : Err .. like those people, uh.. three men.
Jusuf : [impatient at the stammering]
Tan : They said they would tell me about life.
Jusuf : Bullshit! Why did I even listen to you in the beginning!! [Stands up and leaves]

>Exit Jusuf

>Enter Jusuf [Slowing backing into the room]

Jusuf : Who is that outside? [Pale]
Tan & Kim : Who!?
Jusuf : The cau-cau-caucasian man! I can see the door through him!
Kim : What sort of devilry have you ensorceled us with Mr Tan! [Stands Up]

>Enter Lenin, Soseki and Ahmose. [Materialize]

Lenin : Destiny.
Soseki : Wisdom.
Ahmose : Endeavor.

>Exit Lenin, Soseki and Ahmose. [DeMaterialize]

[The cast stands slack jaw]

Tan : I think-
Jusuf : we are going to die!!!!
Kim : ......
Tan : I think that they are the three men.
Kim : But they are spectres?!
Jusuf : Die Die Die!!!
Tan : But they did tell me to find and call you people. [Wide eyed]
Jusuf : Black Magic Bomoh!!
Kim : Calm down! Calm Down Mr Jusuf! Help me Mr Tan[Restrains Jusuf]
Tan : But why did you all did come? And no one force you right?
Kim : Thats not important, what we have to do is to get out of here as soon-

>>Enter Lenin, Soseki and Ahmose. [Materialize]

Lenin : We will answer questions now.

[The human trio scream and make for the door]

Jusuf : LOCKED!! [Hysterical]
Ahmose : Ask and verily all doors shalt be unlocked to thee.
Jusuf : BUKA BUKA!! [Hysterical and slamming door with more force]
Kim : Keep us through this o deity of protection. [Mumbling and fingering beads]
Tan : Let us go please!!
Soseki : As my companion mentions, ask.
Kim : How do we open this door?!!
Lenin : By seeking what is meant to be yours.
Soseki : Through the virtue that is learning.
Ahmose : With your own two hands.
Jusuf : No NO no! This door. [Points at exit]
Tan : Do not kill me!
Soseki : You kill yourself only by perceiving too little and assuming too much. Narrow thoughts are the constrictor that coils around all our necks-
Kim : What will you do with us!?
Ahmose : Nothing.
Lenin: We have nothing to do. We are simply here to instruct. The doing will simply come later.
Jusuf : Later!! You will eat us up later!!!
Soseki : Humans rarely literally eat other humans up. Even figuratively, the wisdom of man lies outside, rarely imbibed
Lenin : Indeed, you eat yourself up. You ravish your ideas and aspirations upon reality and base emotions.
Ahmose : Thus, in belief of success, you fail, by your own hands.
Tan : So we all die already??
Lenin : A dialect maybe? [To Soseki]
Soseki : Vile yet comprehensible. Clumsy yet mobile. Peculiar.
Tan : Huh?
Jusuf: Please, I will do anything!
Ahmose : And by doing that you will surely die!
Jusuf : Ahhhh!
Ahmose : I simply reiterate. That one has a path destined for him. That all that obstructs him is himself. It may sound like a paradox but the solution is but twofold.
Lenin : You simply learn and do.
Soseki : It may sound elementary but defeating yourself, your lies requires an understanding.
Ahmose : That the basic stumbling block is-
Kim : Sa rang hae yo Ama!
Ahmose : No, it is not your mother.
Soseki : It is rather the conception of the future. The future as one sees it.
Lenin : This the future of calculations, of hope and of despair.
Ahmose : The common man is like a papyrus reed in the wind, swinging to and forth.
Jusuf : What are your motives, you you ..
Soseki : Ah! Motive! The rudder. That steers you to doom or glory. Don't you see? The future is not something one can tabulate. It is predestined. The future one sees are but thorns by the wayside. And in seeking them, one strands.
Tan : Is there no salvation then?
Lenin : It is a battle. That our intellect must wage. The first, realization. The second, understanding where our motives are leading us and steering ourselves back.
Soseki : And repeat.
Ahmose : Till you crash and flounder or achieve.

[The room shakes violently]

Tan : What? [looks up]

Part 2
__ __ __ __ ~ __ __ __ __
A dark place. A large book with a cutaway looking into the room of the previous scence.
[Sarcesti hulks, staring at you with molten eyes.]

Sarcesti : What are you doing human? Looking at the farce that is humankind. You may actually learn its answers and save yourself! NOW BEGONE!

>Cue Curtains close

_____________ END ______________

God Bless
t

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11. 1 NIV

The Bare Minimum

2007-12-21T22:54:00.000+08:00

is what i shall compose today.

Why? If minimum can be considered a rung in measurement, ascribed to the gauge of individual chymical states in the mind(e.g. moods) , why then it is mine very own weigh.

So i shall just end with axioms.

"Take it not that the Earth feeds upon the dead, but rather thrives off the grief of the living."

God Bless
榆钦上

I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives

The Shins - Saint Simon

Four fifteen and something is on my mind

2007-12-16T04:14:00.000+08:00

As I, under the sable sky,
spied redolent a figure one.
She stood by the fence,
striped and eyes luminous yellow,
blinking the world real.

I knelt, (not to profess love)
but to greet a good night.
But like the wont of ladies,
a swish of the tail was all it took,
to dismiss.

I wandered,
looking to squander at the midnight shop.
And Ho, there stood a feline.
He lounged and cared naught,
least of all the sapien clothed in white.

"Perhaps a chat or two, old chap" I ventured.
But as of how it went,
you should infer.
A punctured hand clasped in a healthy one,
trotted I to spending gold.

Bottle in hand, spirits in air.
There the tortoiseshell lay.
Steps the weave of the
inebriated, I bowed and inquired.
With utmost courtesy of course.

Alas, that the Creator made this creatures so.
For in their glances tell us oh,
as we are the masters
of this land, to such a fallacy
they say no.

God Bless

I would name this tiga kuching.
equal close bracket

The Perverse

2007-12-13T00:26:00.000+08:00

There are many examples.

This is going to be long.
A heart attack is explained as in one instance being too much hardened fat in arteries causing a blockage and hence disruption in the heart's rhythm. Rhythm is small, blood not being pumped is big.
A internet heart attack is caused when the following causes unite. Wireless, Maxonline and many downloads incite massive arterial blockage , leading to a disruption of the net.
My heart attack is caused by not getting access to the internet due to its blockage, the subsequent rage causing the arteries to swell, hence disrupting rhythm. Rhythm is indeed small, perverse internet speeds is big.

The spendthrift in me screams like a little girl. The wastrel chortles like a pubescent female. The only similarity is that the two ladies are figures of speech.
Yet , I would still initiate it. The Amazon raid commences. Whereupon they raid my wallet of its cash. Yes, i wish to purchase costly goods on amazon.com and would invite all those who even have the patience to read till here to join me. I will bring the safari jackets, you would be in charge of keeping at bay, the exotic animals.

Lastly and my topic for today is, the varying levels. Feel free to apply it to any interaction and activity that involves the sapien race.

The formulae.

So, an example would be, say my brother asking me to go line dancing. My motive in this case being disgust at dancing coupled with fear of embarrassment would then, be multiplied by a great postive degree. Being that it is only my brother , the action would thus be a firm rebuttal.
Me: " Screw You!"

Another example would be the generic boy in no smoking ads succumbing to smoking. More people added and the fear of trying tempered with peer pressure(both positive) would lead to personal justifications and that all fateful first puff.

Stop and ponder whether this is correct.
That being said, I have no mathematical or scientific experience.
Its a visual aid.

God Bless
t

".... being that heterosexual relations, ergo bearing children, are evolutionary impulses, is there basis for platonic relations such as friendship then? I say that it is a fallacy. This impulses are never absent, but simply that the laws of attraction are of varying levels."

Mark Kutner MD.
"America in the Twentieth Century and Sex : An Essay"

Reaction

2007-12-10T01:29:00.000+08:00

could mean what the doctors call deep-tendon reflex. Also knee-jerk reaction. Most of the time, the knee tends to kick people in the face. One could also swivel the chair, and come up with, a negative action brought about by a prior one. Semantics.

I have always wondered.
In occasions such as in supper establishments, where food is doled out, at premium quality.
In instances where upon moving carriages, squeezing against a crowd of inhumanity.
In event being explained as riding a conveyance that is hired.
I have always wondered how could one breathe at such low heights. I mean altitude.
Such inconvenience! Always being reassured that its alright, people accidentally shoving their ankles into your face or even being mistaken as an armrest.
I promise to will my best wishes across the vast ether that is called the world wide web.

At least one can always aim for the stars.

Startling revelations. i am suffering a reaction from a state of have nothing to react to. The lion company has etched its burning brand across me. In doing so it may have revealed things I need not know. I am bored as there is no work to do. Mortifying as I strongly adhere to the belief that I am synonymous with passive. Yet, I suppose the satisfaction derived from industry is addictive.
There, illness becomes me. ( I shall get well )

God Bless
(thom = how pretentious can i get)

i am sorry - in fourteen languages

Single

2007-12-06T18:35:00.000+08:00

has many contexts. It could be nouns, verbs and even a lame adjective. What however, it would never mean is contentment.

Unfettered and free, the birds flies. Flies over vistas unimaginable, travels the invisible waves of air, exults in the strength of its wings and also, it searches.

It could be a flashlight in a underwater city, a spanner in your toilet or even the furious reading of a student. A process of investigation is underway.

Maybe a type furious drive underlines all this curiosity. For some that is. For others, maybe only curiosity can sate, as nothing else is available. So when using the torchlight, remember, are the batteries new? Are you sure? As having them fail halfway in a corridor, would be unpleasant.

I just remembered Robert Jordan. I like Robert Jordan's novels. He is unfortunately deceased.
Not just the gargantuan scale of it, but rather i suppose his world provided a refuge from mine.
I followed rand and gang all over the place and just as they struggled, i convalesced. I think it was few Decembers back.
Thanks Rob, for the great times.

God Bless
thom

" ..... if the land were an ironing board, and we the garments, what would stretch us and straighten? Is it the dominant, the otherworldly or our own beliefs? Or is it simply the burning culmination of our lies, pressing all into lines? "

Ezekiel Mark Orreiro
" The physiognomy of South East Asia"

sporadically unconnected

2007-12-03T18:46:00.000+08:00

An Obituary

2007-11-25T21:02:00.000+08:00

Salt
2007-2007

Died of callous hearts and spca

God bless your little soul
t

pupils dilate, wishes fixate

Masterpiece

2007-11-23T19:06:00.000+08:00

just finished le cirque de karakuri

am so bowled over by it
that i have to forgo grammar this time

sure, it i had to struggle through its convolutions
and wordiness

but its story and characters are
indescribable

and thats whats important right?
the story

God Bless

Bravo

An exposition on cowardice

2007-11-20T19:59:00.000+08:00

Response is the fleeting essence that many crave.
It but lingers for a moment, a frame
in which the answer, or rather
expectation is met.
This sapien never knew that sometimes this things would haunt.
For maybe expectation is simply drummed up fantasy.
So that in reality,
it can never but always
inevitably,
fall and crash.
200 degres of searing heat
to strip souls,
and
not so much as let pain,
but rather the memory,
the ache,
flail.

God Bless
hom

bouts of gastric flu that afflict thyself

The many armed deity

2007-11-18T01:39:00.000+08:00

If i had that many arms, one would forever be holding the tissue to wipe my nose. Another would be assigned the futile task of holding people's hearts.

If had that much energy, i would be at work moping floors at this time. (or sweep, or organize or..)

Unfortunately energy, like hands are finite.

Where is the recharging appendage when you need one?

Bohemia beckons tomorrow once more, and whether ready or not, I will mop.

Karakuri came in last weekend, some respite, in a way.

God Bless
t

In an Ocean of noise,
I first heard your voice,
now who among us now,
still believes in choice? (Not I)

The Arcade Fire- Ocean of Noise

"alea iacta est" - the die is cast

Gaius Julius Caesar, upon crossing the Rubicon River into Rome, knowing the full implication and repercussions his action would cause. That of war.

Week of Strife

2007-11-12T00:02:00.000+08:00

There is also the week of the Cat, the week of the Thumb Drive and the week of Awkward Laughter.
I depart.

God Bless
T

Our endeavours are like being balanced upon a single finger, the slenderest sliver of hair.
The wild wind would without hesitation, blow it afar.

Diosyntian - 'Second Glances'

Disco 2000

2007-11-07T20:04:00.000+08:00

Its a new era. The establishment received its two thousandth visitor.
Such a precedence requires a mention.

I got an idea, turn the theatre into a disco.
Will still be empty though.

Among other things, I shall file a report.
- The Cavities War - Transcript 5.89 J

XYQTV 1 - 5.45pm 07/11/07

This is fluoride news reporting straight from Cavitia ground zero. Our correspondents are literally embedded into action there.
The war wages particularly fierce upon the lower gum. P.L.A.Q.U.E has resorted to weapons of mass embarrassment. Across miles and miles of enamel, the enemy has used STAIN sprays. The once verdant whiteness now sags upon such damage inflicted on it.
Furthermore, P.L.A.Q.U.E dug in tenaciously and is not giving a single inch it won. Rather it counter advances has won it additional ground. That despite twice daily bombings to root them out.

Not to worry though, the top brass has brought in the sophisticated weaponry.
1. The "Mother of all Removers", the electric brush was rolled out. Research has shown it mowed down the enemy by the sheets.
2. They fight with chemicals, we shall too! The paste was commissioned for use. Colgate Defence Industries, a long time strategic partner, touted the paste's efficacy such that its results can be seen as early as fourteen days.
3. ListerineCorp has also developed the agent orange of Cavitia. The brass, has approved such heavy handed means as it is for the greater good. This agent is even Antiseptic! It would scour the world of Cavitia, inflicting pain. Yet it will all be worthwhile, as the enemy they say, will be limited and reduced for up to twelve hours! Glorious!

The is the news update at this hour, we shall return at 10pm after the horror feature "Ulcers".

Fluorocam TV will be broadcasting all the live feeds 24/hr.
For a PURER WHITER WORLD!

Among all the tripe i have typed, i suppose this reeks right at the top.
But its sadly true. Boo Hoo.

God Bless
Th-

work and work and work and fold origami like into nothing

Lies, Truths and Lieruths

2007-11-03T01:15:00.000+08:00

I speak in gray. Not the many hued variety. Its the gray that people paint all the time.
Shade? None. Its a gray that we see everyday.
I speak of not speaking.

Again, motives revisit. They are few but have wardrobes full of masks. Many of these masks,
have no mouths slits. They instead, have large eyes.

All the better to see you my dears.

To observe, to analyse, to plan and calculate the infinite permutations that will reverberate
the world, or at least, his/her world.
And to lose. Utter.

Mr Bakker spoke of logic, of what coming before affecting what came after. Its simple and beautiful and absolutely gray. Are blinders really preventing one from seeing a world of colour?
Or is there no colour actually beyond what one thinks there is.

ARISE! THE ANTI-LOGIC! ARISE TO SCOURGE OUR WORLD!
(some play acting and melodrama)

Illogic would be more apt. Other words are stupid, irrelevant and plain nonsense.

But then, the clowns are always the most brightly coloured.

_ _ _ _ _ _

pepper is much better now hurray!

God Bless
T

Asking an empty theater, "should we just jump and grasp?"

Condendsed

2007-10-30T20:02:00.000+08:00

milk is fine but i prefer carnation. It makes good teh-c.
I like tea, but it stains my teeth so.

Rather, in this few hours of respite, i shall compress everything .

The first is accomplished.
My next step shall begin this weekend.
I also have a glut of play with no time to play.
The prince of Attrithau, Mr Gregory, pink floyd and even unreal.
Unprecedented.

Indeed, unprecedented tragedy.

The best i can finish with is this.

hate me

God Bless
T

The roads are mortared, criss with tracks.
Walking away from the rutted path, upon
floors that dance.

They tease me, hither and whither.
I stumble faster. Rapt.
Yet, feeling at ease. As the stalker,
walks behind me not anymore.

I think.

All that razzmatazz

2007-10-26T22:55:00.000+08:00

In reply, it seems that short girls like to mock me. The tall girls are nicer and the gays just ask weird questions.

Among other things, I just survived another squeeze. This one had contractions among other difficulties. However, it was well endured. I got triplets!

Pikachoo took one though.

God Bless
T

lets not even get started about the webcam

A million question marks

2007-10-24T00:19:00.000+08:00

huh?

Glitterati

2007-10-21T21:45:00.000+08:00

I never expected this to happen to me. I am so bored i resort to writing again.
Games do not have the same grip. Or maybe its that i playing the same thing over and over again.
My book is not here. Comics are too expensive. The dramas are also not here.
My music is rocking, but there is only so much you can stomach a day.
Personal distraction has shriveled up and died.
Perhaps writing would help?

My mind comes up with things to write, but this glowing screen whirlpools everything away.

Thus, with nothing else, I shall elaborate so on the thing that has followed me everywhere.
It doggedly stalks me. I can think nothing but of it for the past month, such is its staying power.
At such a juncture, to have that shield of personal distraction cleave away, is a scenario of unprecedented emergency.

I have already informed the authorities, but they are laggardly. Having already fallen to my knees many times from repeatedly blows of this "assailant", i know not my outcome. I can't feel my nose.

It is only three months to the end of my service. Resolve faltering and will taxed, i am tottering.
Funny why i shouldn't hide from it, yet welcome lash after strike.

Or maybe, that felon in mind, is really in mind, and I have just built more aeries, rookeries and palazzos to suit among my senate, that imposing one i always humour, Wishfullus Thinknius.

25 more working days

God Bless
T

Smoke and chimes
tinkling, mist in that cupboard.
That cupboard,
i know better,
better
than to touch.

Fake Plastic Chinese Trees

2007-10-20T10:29:00.000+08:00

Are sold at a discount at BHG departmental stores.
I ask the cardinal questions.
1. What time is lunch?
2. How will I get my money?
3. What do I want?
4. Are my obstacles larger than me?

I also ask by far the less pertinent questions.
Will I live happily ever after?
Will world peace be realized?
Where is my cat?

A simple listing of expectations shows screwed-up frames of thought and uncertain priorities.
Like having a top goal of procuring polymer models of plant life from BHG.
I suppose that I need to iron out myself, but I lack the strength and the heat tolerance.

Heroes has some cool storylines, but some are getting lame. I shall watch and see.

Recently, I really miss my karakuri circus. Yet I am too stingy to get new books from star. So i resort to whatever i can get. I am reading for the third time, the short man, the slightly shorter pretty girl, the short boy and the tall man. I read about them fighting vengeful brothers, men holding two swords, men who pose with swords and expressionless smiley men. My mandarin is better this time round, that I actually understand the background context.

Callow and sallow.

God Bless
T

in a sea of ginger tea, upon waves of spices

The latter-day muse

2007-10-17T00:07:00.000+08:00

What i mean is, its late and i am musing.

The code word is "squeeze" and I just went through another of these squeezes yesterday.
I even got a bargain from it. On such sojourns these past few days, I thought a little.
Do excuse me, my recital in this empty theater shall begin.

It all started with a canvas. A pure white canvas stretching for spans. The Infinite took it and created the universe. He painted the universe, an endeavor across seven days. What inks and pastels, or even that divine brush, we would never ever fathom.

One of those drops of paint is you and me. Layered and stitched, pigments dotting an ocean of colour, we partake our role in the big picture. We lie upon that canvas, that fabric which is reality.
I ask, would it be thick enough, that we wouldn't just soak through and end up upon nothing?

Sometimes I think it is simply a painful analogy. A long and tiresome one. Puerile? Surely.
Take your thoughts for example. If one thinks of something, is it a sum of consciousness?
When one thinks of something, it may either be inert or uncertain. People do say that they acted without thinking, or that they could not believe they have done that. I feel thoughts are a
facet of one's consciousness. A person is a myriad of motivations and feelings, thoughts being a projection of one such. Do bear with me, its long-winded drivel, i know.

So if a person is a sum of thoughts, wouldn't the Grand Picture be a sum of wills, a sum of that-which-lives. Like a soul, which is unique, but carries a connection with everyone else. The Infinite drew us all, each of us a painting collaging into The Painting.
So I believe that as souls we are not meant to seep. We are meant to define, to tease and to flare. We will never seep as long as we are the bearers of his will.

I could just have said the Infinite gave us something indomitable, our souls. Yet i eke out laboriously this post. Just so for me to ask.
Step back one of these days and appreciate, the highest art created, its beauty and pain mingled.

And give thanks.

My thoughts at 12.47am, Wednesday.
God Bless

work is piling up for october and november

I miss

2007-10-14T17:17:00.000+08:00

its been a very long time since i got my hands on one of this

The first analytic of myself

2007-10-13T14:18:00.000+08:00

Grammar forms the backbone of the English language. Imagine spaghetti without the noodles. As though you see meat, tomato and all sorts of delicious bits, but without any noodles. A sense of emptiness stems form the lack of familiar structure and underlying purpose. Endeavors shall be undertaken to always use my fullstops and keep sentence structure in mind. Do keep me company, as i orate in this empty theater.

I have a few matters on my mind, but they lack any order or distinction and may so slip and hide as i type. I suppose this type of moment forgetfulness is temporary, but i harbour darker misgivings over this.

I have just returned unscathed from another trimester session. This microcosm of learning, fear and eventual reward, drains the body of strength but fills with experience. That and i only have another eight or so to go. The forces has many particular quirks and idiosyncrasies, and this is one of the most salient. Everyone goes through this day-long squeeze, and I suppose not everyone is so lucky, some turn out blue.

Fables just expanded. Like a child with spurt growth tendencies, it shoots a few centimetres, then goes into a mute limbo, repeat upon circumstance unforeseen. This analogy can be grafted almost universally into the branches of that short limbed tree I call my being. Did a ditty in the Japanese bookshop with Chua and Teo to summon this two writings to my lap. This particular dance yielded me little except of the fact of the inscrutability of my ignorance and among other things, languages.

Am unhappy my music education could not be faster. Yes, faster(stupid bittorent).

Matriculation questions abound. May or August. May Kasahara or Augustus the Emperor. Enticing or stolid. I may run a span or two with this fellows longer. Expect a decision.

Last but not least, i met peps again. He seemed stronger, leaner but infinitely dirtier. Surprise is an understated description, joy being the more apt emotion. He didn't seem to remember me though. Anyway, his was the stronger soul and adulthood would come naturally upon him that ever upon mine.

There is so much moping today.
Deus tribuo nos vires.
God Bless

And if destiny is kind, I got the rest of my life

the coming of a golden age

2007-10-07T11:14:00.000+08:00

trends and cats

2007-10-03T22:11:00.000+08:00

i shall endeavour to make this post contain more than twenty words
please give me your support in this empty theater

two topics being the first, of trends
there is another word for trend and it sounds vaguely unpleasant
its called in various names, like the various dialects for the same earth deity
being, "bandwagon" "hip" "hot" "in-thing" "buzz" and other guttural sounds from throats
i have prostrated before one of these

its like a tome
the great book of faces it announced
its thousand iron shod feet strutting
THE social solution it promises
its gaze avaricious
THE online companion it whispers

i feel its interesting
has great promise
than the other trend shrines that i visited
and of course i am an inductee in the
"Order of the Protectors of the Profiles and Applications"

someday the wall would crumble under too many writings
and pimps and dragons that i rear will kill me

Next is a secret i kept
i kept it a secret as revealing it would cement reconciliation being nil
yes it involves me and somebody else
its a lithe body to be sure
but now we are back together

so i shall tumble
my cat was missing two weeks ago
some asshole with warts(i curse)
let it go
today it came back
hurray except maybe for the toilet training i gave it went down the drain

the prodigal cat

God Bless
tom

Robbers

larks and wrens upon fields myr and saltire
dusted with bodies
bandits and merchants
the birds loot

genius

2007-09-26T22:00:00.000+08:00

fujita kazuhiro

Ushio and Tora

Karakuri No Kimi

God Bless

a million little feet, all pattering