Merry Christmas
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
and folks dressed up like eskimos.
Doesn't feel like Christmas this year, does it? Actually, it hasn't felt like Christmas for quite some while. From terrorist threats, to SARS, to the gloomy economy, to war and more war.. I have no idea what the world is coming to.
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
will find it hard to sleep tonight.
Gave a quick glance at the clock as i skipped into the train, jeez, i'm late again, as usual. I looked around the train as i slowly put on my earphones- sadden face after sadden face. Good griefs, it's Christmas Day guys. Cheer up already. I jacked up the volume of my mp3 player.
They know that Santa's on his way -
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
and everymother's child is gonna spy
to see if reindeer really know how to fly.
My body started to sway to the charming voice of Nat King Cole. Eyes swerve in my direction as two kids let out a little chuckle. I winked, as mouthed the words, "Merry Christmas~". Their Mom smiled back while the kids wailed, "Merrrrrry X'masssy!". Now, that's the spirit people.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
to kids from one to ninety-two
Although its been said many times,
many ways- Merry Christmas to you.
Happy holidays, everyone. Me, i'll be hanging around the mistletoe tonight, hoping to be kissed.*winks*
23.12.03
Whatever Happened to Christmas
Whatever happened to christmas?
It's gone and left no traces.
Whatever happened to the faces, or the glow?
Whatever happened to christmas, to christmas way of living?
Whatever happened to the giving, the magic in the snow?
Remember the sight and the smell and the sound,
And remember hearing the call.
Remember how love was all around,
whatever happened to it all?
Whatever happened to christmas,
bells in the streets were ringing,
Whatever happened to the singing,
the songs we used to know.
Whatever happened to this christmas,
and when did it disappeared from view.
Where was i, and whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to christmas and you?
Whatever happened to christmas?
It's gone and left no traces.
Whatever happened to the faces, or the glow?
Whatever happened to christmas, to christmas way of living?
Whatever happened to the giving, the magic in the snow?
Remember the sight and the smell and the sound,
And remember hearing the call.
Remember how love was all around,
whatever happened to it all?
Whatever happened to christmas,
bells in the streets were ringing,
Whatever happened to the singing,
the songs we used to know.
Whatever happened to this christmas,
and when did it disappeared from view.
Where was i, and whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to christmas and you?
10.12.03
Why is it dark at night?
You might think that this is a rather trivial, even silly, question to ask. After all, even a child 'knows' that this is because the Sun sets below the horizon, and since there is nothing else in the sky anywhere near as bright as the Sun we have to make do with the feeble reflected light from the Moon and even more feeble light from the distant stars. Well, guess what? It's not as simple as that!
We have good reason to believe that even if the Universe is not infinite in size, it is probably so enormous that, for all intents and purposes, it is infinite. If so, then we come up against something known as Olbers' paradox. Simply stated, this says that the night sky has no right being dark at all. It should be even brighter than it normally gets during the day. In fact, the sky should be so bright, all the time, that it should not even matter whether the Sun is up in the sky or not.
Now consider a simple model universe that is infinite, static and with stars evenly spread out. It does not matter where we look in the sky, if the Universe is infinite we should always see a star in our line or sight. So there would not be any gaps in the sky where we do not see a star and the whole sky should be as bright as the surface of the Sun, all the time!
So why then, is it then that it is dark at night? (To be continued..)
Note: These are extracts from the book "Black Holes, Wormholes & Time Machines" by Jim Al-Khalili.
You might think that this is a rather trivial, even silly, question to ask. After all, even a child 'knows' that this is because the Sun sets below the horizon, and since there is nothing else in the sky anywhere near as bright as the Sun we have to make do with the feeble reflected light from the Moon and even more feeble light from the distant stars. Well, guess what? It's not as simple as that!
We have good reason to believe that even if the Universe is not infinite in size, it is probably so enormous that, for all intents and purposes, it is infinite. If so, then we come up against something known as Olbers' paradox. Simply stated, this says that the night sky has no right being dark at all. It should be even brighter than it normally gets during the day. In fact, the sky should be so bright, all the time, that it should not even matter whether the Sun is up in the sky or not.
Now consider a simple model universe that is infinite, static and with stars evenly spread out. It does not matter where we look in the sky, if the Universe is infinite we should always see a star in our line or sight. So there would not be any gaps in the sky where we do not see a star and the whole sky should be as bright as the surface of the Sun, all the time!
So why then, is it then that it is dark at night? (To be continued..)
Note: These are extracts from the book "Black Holes, Wormholes & Time Machines" by Jim Al-Khalili.
8.12.03
Love Actually
[On sheets of poster board.]
Mark: With any luck by next year
Mark: I'll be going out with one of these girls.
[Pictures of beautiful supermodels.]
Mark: But for now, let me say
Mark: Without hope or agenda
Mark: Just because it's Christmas
Mark: (And at Christmas you tell the truth.)
Mark: To me, you are perfect
Mark: And my wasted heart will love you
Mark: Untill you look like this
[Picture of mummy.]
Mark: Merry Christmas
I feel it in my fingers. I feel it in my toes. Love is all around me. And so the feeling grows.
Call it chessy, call it corny, in fact, call it anything you want. But i really dig Love Actually. It's such Christmas-y, mushy, cuddly films like this that gets me into the mood for Christmas all over again.
*Gives a soft aww* My favourite time of the year, ever.
Oh, did i mention that Kiera Knightley is THE most gorgeous girl.
Jamie: It's my favorite time of the day, driving you.
Aurelia: [In portuguese] It is the saddest part of my day, leaving you.
[On sheets of poster board.]
Mark: With any luck by next year
Mark: I'll be going out with one of these girls.
[Pictures of beautiful supermodels.]
Mark: But for now, let me say
Mark: Without hope or agenda
Mark: Just because it's Christmas
Mark: (And at Christmas you tell the truth.)
Mark: To me, you are perfect
Mark: And my wasted heart will love you
Mark: Untill you look like this
[Picture of mummy.]
Mark: Merry Christmas
I feel it in my fingers. I feel it in my toes. Love is all around me. And so the feeling grows.
Call it chessy, call it corny, in fact, call it anything you want. But i really dig Love Actually. It's such Christmas-y, mushy, cuddly films like this that gets me into the mood for Christmas all over again.
*Gives a soft aww* My favourite time of the year, ever.
Oh, did i mention that Kiera Knightley is THE most gorgeous girl.
Jamie: It's my favorite time of the day, driving you.
Aurelia: [In portuguese] It is the saddest part of my day, leaving you.
29.11.03
Life's a bitch
Life's a bitch. Period. Thou we may all readily agree with the statement - all men are equal. We don't have to live long before discovering that life treats some better than others. Life's inequities shows up on many levels. Cancer ravages the body of a child , while a hard-drinking chain-smoker lives to a ripe old age. Some people enjoy good health, others don't. Some have physical disabilities, others have amazing abilities. Some worked like dogs and remain poor, while others are born to wealth or seem to get all the breaks.
I used to live with great grief, utterly convinced that i am getting the worst end of the deal from life. But i soon realize that there's really no point carrying that extra burden of thought with me. Life's unfair, this is something we must learn to accept without resentment. Be enlightened by the word - contentment. Or as the chinese would put it (my favourite way of putting it too.) - zhi zhu chang le.
Life's a bitch. Accept it.
Life's a bitch. Period. Thou we may all readily agree with the statement - all men are equal. We don't have to live long before discovering that life treats some better than others. Life's inequities shows up on many levels. Cancer ravages the body of a child , while a hard-drinking chain-smoker lives to a ripe old age. Some people enjoy good health, others don't. Some have physical disabilities, others have amazing abilities. Some worked like dogs and remain poor, while others are born to wealth or seem to get all the breaks.
I used to live with great grief, utterly convinced that i am getting the worst end of the deal from life. But i soon realize that there's really no point carrying that extra burden of thought with me. Life's unfair, this is something we must learn to accept without resentment. Be enlightened by the word - contentment. Or as the chinese would put it (my favourite way of putting it too.) - zhi zhu chang le.
Life's a bitch. Accept it.
23.11.03
The mayonnaise jar
I have always found it a chore to clear 200+ mails from my inbox every weekend, but why do i still do it painstakingly week in, week out? Well, because you will never know what you might find amidst all the junk. Like this little gem i found today. Cheers to Damien for forwarding this to me.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar were full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar were full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar were full.
The students responded with an unanimous yes.
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.. The golf balls are the important things-your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions-things that if everything else were lost, and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else-the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
I have always found it a chore to clear 200+ mails from my inbox every weekend, but why do i still do it painstakingly week in, week out? Well, because you will never know what you might find amidst all the junk. Like this little gem i found today. Cheers to Damien for forwarding this to me.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar were full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar were full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar were full.
The students responded with an unanimous yes.
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.. The golf balls are the important things-your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions-things that if everything else were lost, and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else-the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
22.11.03
Going home
Things have been poping up successively for the past, say, 3 weeks? From field camp to route marches to ranges to tests and what-nots. I can hardly find time to breathe, really. But the pace has slacken now, and i am slowly recuperating, catching up with my so-called life.
Honey, i'm home~ *kisses* ha.
Sigh, now if only i have someone waiting home for me; pass me a chilled drink while massaging my back when i'm totally spent- from a hard day's work.
Now that's life.
Things have been poping up successively for the past, say, 3 weeks? From field camp to route marches to ranges to tests and what-nots. I can hardly find time to breathe, really. But the pace has slacken now, and i am slowly recuperating, catching up with my so-called life.
Honey, i'm home~ *kisses* ha.
Sigh, now if only i have someone waiting home for me; pass me a chilled drink while massaging my back when i'm totally spent- from a hard day's work.
Now that's life.
3.11.03
20 steps to get a Japanese girlfriend
Read this somewhere.
1. Take her to the Brand Products Shopping Trip to Europe
2. Make her always feel secure
3. Don't talk about politics in date
4. She has no idea
5. Take her to the Italian Restaurant for a first date
6. Don't smile too much
7. Don't pretend like you are intelligent
8. She knows
9. Don't say "You are so cute"
10. She knows
11. Don't say "I'm a good cook"
12. She wants to cook for you
13. Listen to her complain till she gets tired
14. Say "Japan is beautiful country", no matter what you think
15. Be polite, but wild sometimes
16. Don't praise her to the skies in front of people
17. She is shy
18. But she loves it
19. Study Japanese TV Love Dramas
20. She loves the way they make love in TV Dramas
Yeah, now i am all set and ready to find my very own Japanese girlfriend, complete with white cotton socks and checkered miniskirts. Kawaii nei ^_^
Read this somewhere.
1. Take her to the Brand Products Shopping Trip to Europe
2. Make her always feel secure
3. Don't talk about politics in date
4. She has no idea
5. Take her to the Italian Restaurant for a first date
6. Don't smile too much
7. Don't pretend like you are intelligent
8. She knows
9. Don't say "You are so cute"
10. She knows
11. Don't say "I'm a good cook"
12. She wants to cook for you
13. Listen to her complain till she gets tired
14. Say "Japan is beautiful country", no matter what you think
15. Be polite, but wild sometimes
16. Don't praise her to the skies in front of people
17. She is shy
18. But she loves it
19. Study Japanese TV Love Dramas
20. She loves the way they make love in TV Dramas
Yeah, now i am all set and ready to find my very own Japanese girlfriend, complete with white cotton socks and checkered miniskirts. Kawaii nei ^_^
2.11.03
Always something there to remind me
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me,
and every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be.
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me,
always something there to remind me.
I tried to forget you, girl. I really did. Yet i guess i never will.
I was born to love her, and I'll never be free.
You'll always be a part of me.
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me,
and every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be.
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me,
always something there to remind me.
I tried to forget you, girl. I really did. Yet i guess i never will.
I was born to love her, and I'll never be free.
You'll always be a part of me.
1.11.03
Halloween
Fcuk, it's Halloween yesterday, isn't it?
Man, i could almost picture it. Bloody geishas, psychopathic nurses, delirious lolitas. I bet there is a Go Go Yubari thrown into the mix somewhere along the way too. Boy, it must have been a helluva party at Zouk. (Or anywhere else for that matter.) All in all, there was a mini pornographic fantasy taking place out there. A mini pornographic fantasy taking place whilst i lie on the sofa reading "The sound of music" - at home.
I slap myself silly once again.
Fcuk, it's Halloween yesterday, isn't it?
Man, i could almost picture it. Bloody geishas, psychopathic nurses, delirious lolitas. I bet there is a Go Go Yubari thrown into the mix somewhere along the way too. Boy, it must have been a helluva party at Zouk. (Or anywhere else for that matter.) All in all, there was a mini pornographic fantasy taking place out there. A mini pornographic fantasy taking place whilst i lie on the sofa reading "The sound of music" - at home.
I slap myself silly once again.
31.10.03
Food for thought
Meat is murder. Eggs are abortion. Dairy is a form of aggravated sexual assault. Vegetables are the product of unnatural seperation of kin from biological parents. Fruits are the result of forceful removal of children from their roots. Rice is castration.
All you barbarous beings should be ashamed of yourself. *tsk* *tsk*
Meat is murder. Eggs are abortion. Dairy is a form of aggravated sexual assault. Vegetables are the product of unnatural seperation of kin from biological parents. Fruits are the result of forceful removal of children from their roots. Rice is castration.
All you barbarous beings should be ashamed of yourself. *tsk* *tsk*
26.10.03
Identity
I was going up the stairs.
I saw a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, i wish he'd go away.
Identity started off as your typical mystery-thriller-horror kind of show and I must admit that although the show led me through pretty smoothly, with packed events that kept me on the edge, the cliche-ness of the movie started to get the better of me. Especially towards the end of the show, when everything turned into an eerie drama of coincidence, i almost thought the movie turned into cheese. But Identity proved itself during the last half-hour, when the "true" plot of the movie is revealed and you finally realize what links all these people together. (I guarantee none will ever see this coming.) I give it a 8/10. Cheers.
I wish, i wish he'd go away.
I was going up the stairs.
I saw a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, i wish he'd go away.
Identity started off as your typical mystery-thriller-horror kind of show and I must admit that although the show led me through pretty smoothly, with packed events that kept me on the edge, the cliche-ness of the movie started to get the better of me. Especially towards the end of the show, when everything turned into an eerie drama of coincidence, i almost thought the movie turned into cheese. But Identity proved itself during the last half-hour, when the "true" plot of the movie is revealed and you finally realize what links all these people together. (I guarantee none will ever see this coming.) I give it a 8/10. Cheers.
I wish, i wish he'd go away.
25.10.03
What kind of kiss are you?
You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully, it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into you playing the dominant role MEORW!
What kind of kiss are you?
P.S. Me dominant kiss worr~ Anyone care to try? Slurp. *wink*
You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully, it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into you playing the dominant role MEORW!
What kind of kiss are you?
P.S. Me dominant kiss worr~ Anyone care to try? Slurp. *wink*
24.10.03
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
I read somewhere that friends - are just associates that come together for a common interest. Say, playing soccer or watching movies or whatever. You will find different friends in different areas of your interests. You might get attached to them over time, but in the end, they are still merely associates that came together for a common interest. The day you find yourself growing out of that particular interest is the day you lose that particular friend. Maybe not immediately, but they'll fade from your life eventually. No matter how close you think you are to them. So they claim. Seriously, i did not buy that idea. Or i maybe i just did not want to admit to it. Either way, it's bothering me.
I used to dabble with games alot. In fact, you could say i lived and breathed games once. In the recent year or so thou, i did not "game" as much as i used to. Scarcely would be a more appropriate word. I guess i just don't enjoy them as much as i used to. (I never dreamed such a day would come, but so it did and here i am.) And along with it, i must say, i lost some of my closest friends. Those that i spent as much time as i did with my games, or rather with my games. Somehow, i find it harder and harder to "connect" with them these days. Our conversations became mere superficial dialogues. And our yearning to even start that conversion became rather reluctant. I am utterly disgusted. At myself. At them. At the thought of us, being mere associates that came together for a common interest. Surely there is more to that than friendship, no?
A friend should be someone who walks beside me through my journey in life, someone whom i can connect with to a significant level. A level where interests could hold no ground. Do i have friends like so? Maybe. Maybe not. Time shall tell.
I read somewhere that friends - are just associates that come together for a common interest. Say, playing soccer or watching movies or whatever. You will find different friends in different areas of your interests. You might get attached to them over time, but in the end, they are still merely associates that came together for a common interest. The day you find yourself growing out of that particular interest is the day you lose that particular friend. Maybe not immediately, but they'll fade from your life eventually. No matter how close you think you are to them. So they claim. Seriously, i did not buy that idea. Or i maybe i just did not want to admit to it. Either way, it's bothering me.
I used to dabble with games alot. In fact, you could say i lived and breathed games once. In the recent year or so thou, i did not "game" as much as i used to. Scarcely would be a more appropriate word. I guess i just don't enjoy them as much as i used to. (I never dreamed such a day would come, but so it did and here i am.) And along with it, i must say, i lost some of my closest friends. Those that i spent as much time as i did with my games, or rather with my games. Somehow, i find it harder and harder to "connect" with them these days. Our conversations became mere superficial dialogues. And our yearning to even start that conversion became rather reluctant. I am utterly disgusted. At myself. At them. At the thought of us, being mere associates that came together for a common interest. Surely there is more to that than friendship, no?
A friend should be someone who walks beside me through my journey in life, someone whom i can connect with to a significant level. A level where interests could hold no ground. Do i have friends like so? Maybe. Maybe not. Time shall tell.
23.10.03
I'm fine
Yes, i know you are getting recurring nightmares involving Arnold, Maria and cheerleaders with oversized pompoms.
Yes, i know you are sick of reading a jillion times about men molesting straphangers in school uniforms on commuter trains.
And yes, i am still very much alive and kicking. In fact, i'm fine, if that's where you are getting to. I just find it harder to find time to sit in front of my com to "blog" these days. Too many commitments to myself, too many obligations to others, too many what-nots.
*deep sigh*
I'm fine, hell yea i'm fine.
And you know what fine stands for, don't you?
"Freaked-out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional."
- The Italian Job, 2003
No, i'm fine. Really.
Yes, i know you are getting recurring nightmares involving Arnold, Maria and cheerleaders with oversized pompoms.
Yes, i know you are sick of reading a jillion times about men molesting straphangers in school uniforms on commuter trains.
And yes, i am still very much alive and kicking. In fact, i'm fine, if that's where you are getting to. I just find it harder to find time to sit in front of my com to "blog" these days. Too many commitments to myself, too many obligations to others, too many what-nots.
*deep sigh*
I'm fine, hell yea i'm fine.
And you know what fine stands for, don't you?
"Freaked-out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional."
- The Italian Job, 2003
No, i'm fine. Really.
12.10.03
Worldly-wise
I've offically read more news, in the form of newspapers that is, for this past week in Tekong than i will ever read in an entire lifetime on "mainland". But all this is good right? It could only mean that i am more "worldly-wise" now.
*pause*
Who am i kidding? ha.
One peculiar piece of news i've read, which i would like to share here is this. The "Terminator" as governor of California. Now people, surely that is something worth brooding over. Just when you thought he is done and over, he's back. (Just like he promised. ha.)
Putting those so-called-serious issues aside thou, here's a juicer article for all you *cough* guys out there. I confess. I would gladly give my votes to any cute Japanese schoolgirl in white cotton socks and checkered miniskirts. *wink*
God bless America, I love Japan.
I've offically read more news, in the form of newspapers that is, for this past week in Tekong than i will ever read in an entire lifetime on "mainland". But all this is good right? It could only mean that i am more "worldly-wise" now.
*pause*
Who am i kidding? ha.
One peculiar piece of news i've read, which i would like to share here is this. The "Terminator" as governor of California. Now people, surely that is something worth brooding over. Just when you thought he is done and over, he's back. (Just like he promised. ha.)
Putting those so-called-serious issues aside thou, here's a juicer article for all you *cough* guys out there. I confess. I would gladly give my votes to any cute Japanese schoolgirl in white cotton socks and checkered miniskirts. *wink*
God bless America, I love Japan.
11.10.03
When the cold wind blows
In case any of you cared *cross my fingers and hope you do* i am back in hell's resort at Tekong for my Basic Military Training.
Again.
I shun from going into the details of why it's the second time. *looks down innocently and twiddles fingers*
Anyways, one week has passed and i am still alive to "blog" about it, so cheers for that.
Epsilone: Hey dude, why did you start a blog when you will be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
*pause*
Me: Well... I... Erm...
*real long pause*
Me: Hey dude, why did i start a blog when i am going to be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
Epsilone slaps Me with a giant trout
After some thinking-through thou, i have come to realize that all this makes perfect sense. Really. I mean, on every one of those oh-so-cold-lonely nights in Tekong, as i lie on my bed, countless thoughts pour into my mind.
Things like - computers, girls, the-shit-training-today, girls, movies, girls, new-vulgarities-learned, girls, "e=mc2", girls, the-shit-training-tomorrow, girls... and so on and so forth.
You get the picture.
If i can recollect all those and project them to words here voila~ you guys will have enough "blog" to read for a lifetime. (And yes, that is the amount of stuff that go on, on that mind of mine.)
P.S. I am still working on the part about putting them to words thou.
Okay, this is getting abit too lengthy. I shall end here with a word to all the girls out there - every night before you sleep, blow a kiss across the oceans and sent it this home-sick, love-sick, medically-sick, sickly boy off-shore on a island they call, Tekong. That should keep me warm at night. ha.
Oh. When the cold wind blows.
In case any of you cared *cross my fingers and hope you do* i am back in hell's resort at Tekong for my Basic Military Training.
Again.
I shun from going into the details of why it's the second time. *looks down innocently and twiddles fingers*
Anyways, one week has passed and i am still alive to "blog" about it, so cheers for that.
Epsilone: Hey dude, why did you start a blog when you will be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
*pause*
Me: Well... I... Erm...
*real long pause*
Me: Hey dude, why did i start a blog when i am going to be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
Epsilone slaps Me with a giant trout
After some thinking-through thou, i have come to realize that all this makes perfect sense. Really. I mean, on every one of those oh-so-cold-lonely nights in Tekong, as i lie on my bed, countless thoughts pour into my mind.
Things like - computers, girls, the-shit-training-today, girls, movies, girls, new-vulgarities-learned, girls, "e=mc2", girls, the-shit-training-tomorrow, girls... and so on and so forth.
You get the picture.
If i can recollect all those and project them to words here voila~ you guys will have enough "blog" to read for a lifetime. (And yes, that is the amount of stuff that go on, on that mind of mine.)
P.S. I am still working on the part about putting them to words thou.
Okay, this is getting abit too lengthy. I shall end here with a word to all the girls out there - every night before you sleep, blow a kiss across the oceans and sent it this home-sick, love-sick, medically-sick, sickly boy off-shore on a island they call, Tekong. That should keep me warm at night. ha.
Oh. When the cold wind blows.
2.10.03
Mental block
So much going on around me, so many thoughts bubbling ceaselessly - all of which i would so very love to "blog" about, yet i just can't seem to piece them into words.
Mental block, they call it?
Maybe.
I'm tired. Guess i'll just end the night with a joke i ripped from an email, it's titled - obsession.
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.
"You all have obsessions," he observed.
To the first mother, Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This, too, shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers.
"Come on, Dick, we're leaving."
So much going on around me, so many thoughts bubbling ceaselessly - all of which i would so very love to "blog" about, yet i just can't seem to piece them into words.
Mental block, they call it?
Maybe.
I'm tired. Guess i'll just end the night with a joke i ripped from an email, it's titled - obsession.
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.
"You all have obsessions," he observed.
To the first mother, Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This, too, shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers.
"Come on, Dick, we're leaving."
29.9.03
Retro counter
Check that little "retro counter" at the bottom of the page out! Cute, ain't it? ha. Well, it has a much more pompous role here, other than looking oh-so-very-adorable that is.
I mean, because i am way cool and all, right? The people who reads my blog got so intimidated that they hid themselves. Despite my pleas for comments, those *cough* pussyfoots kept very quiet and pretended they didn't hear me. Ah, but I was way too smart for them. Man, if you ain't reading this, explain the hits i get on my counter.
Ingenious.
Side note: This doesn't really explain why i get only one hit on the counter for the whole day thou.
Check that little "retro counter" at the bottom of the page out! Cute, ain't it? ha. Well, it has a much more pompous role here, other than looking oh-so-very-adorable that is.
I mean, because i am way cool and all, right? The people who reads my blog got so intimidated that they hid themselves. Despite my pleas for comments, those *cough* pussyfoots kept very quiet and pretended they didn't hear me. Ah, but I was way too smart for them. Man, if you ain't reading this, explain the hits i get on my counter.
Ingenious.
Side note: This doesn't really explain why i get only one hit on the counter for the whole day thou.
28.9.03
Love
"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences. You build up this whole armour, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-Rose Walker in Sandman : The Kindly Ones
"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences. You build up this whole armour, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-Rose Walker in Sandman : The Kindly Ones
26.9.03
Cutesy
I am so gonna kill the next girl who says i am cute. I mean, everytime i talk to girls about my love life, or rather the lack of it. They would go, "Aww... but you're sooo cute!..."
*ahem, excuse me?!*
Contrary to popular belief, this does not make me feel better.
For one thing, what kind of "cute" is she talking about here? It could be the "i-wish-i-had-a-drink-too-much-so-that-i'll-have-an-excuse-to-rip-your-clothes-off" cute, but chances are, I'm betting money that she's talking about the "oh-you-look-like-a-fat-baby-let-me-pinch-your-cheeks" cute.
I could vividly recall how my relatives used to squeeze and pinch my cheeks when we were over during the Chinese New Years. I was not prepared to sacrifice so much for an ang bao. Yet.
*flashback*
Random relative: Aww... you're sooo cute!
Proceeds to squeeze and pinch my cheeks.
Me: Ouch?
Random relative 2: Aww... look at him, such nice rosy cheeks!
(Hello? It is red because it was pinched. Hard.)
Proceeds to squeeze my cheeks while attempting to swing my face left and right.
Me: OUCH! (Goddammit, stop it bitch! Take your darn hands off me!)
*ends flashback while falling back on my chair*
And so i was traumatized for life.
P.S. To random relatives who might actually read this- i am just kidding, i don't hate you at all, bitch!
I am so gonna kill the next girl who says i am cute. I mean, everytime i talk to girls about my love life, or rather the lack of it. They would go, "Aww... but you're sooo cute!..."
*ahem, excuse me?!*
Contrary to popular belief, this does not make me feel better.
For one thing, what kind of "cute" is she talking about here? It could be the "i-wish-i-had-a-drink-too-much-so-that-i'll-have-an-excuse-to-rip-your-clothes-off" cute, but chances are, I'm betting money that she's talking about the "oh-you-look-like-a-fat-baby-let-me-pinch-your-cheeks" cute.
I could vividly recall how my relatives used to squeeze and pinch my cheeks when we were over during the Chinese New Years. I was not prepared to sacrifice so much for an ang bao. Yet.
*flashback*
Random relative: Aww... you're sooo cute!
Proceeds to squeeze and pinch my cheeks.
Me: Ouch?
Random relative 2: Aww... look at him, such nice rosy cheeks!
(Hello? It is red because it was pinched. Hard.)
Proceeds to squeeze my cheeks while attempting to swing my face left and right.
Me: OUCH! (Goddammit, stop it bitch! Take your darn hands off me!)
*ends flashback while falling back on my chair*
And so i was traumatized for life.
P.S. To random relatives who might actually read this- i am just kidding, i don't hate you at all, bitch!
7.9.03
Ncie one
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.
1.9.03
21
Happy birthday to myself!
One hour into being twenty one and i don't like it already. You know that kind of feeling when you enter a room filled with strangers, staring at you straight in the face.
*smack*
You feel so out of place. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try to cling on to the past with your dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. As take that step ahead, you start to realize that life is truly short, and you have but very little time to realize what it is you have to realize. You ask yourself, "where do i go from here?". What would become of me in a year or two?
*goes into dream sequence*
"I may not have gone where I intended to go,
but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."
tommorrow... morrow... row... ow...
*ends dream sequence*
21 liao loh! Time to grow up and take life more seriously... NOT! ha.
Happy birthday to myself!
One hour into being twenty one and i don't like it already. You know that kind of feeling when you enter a room filled with strangers, staring at you straight in the face.
*smack*
You feel so out of place. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try to cling on to the past with your dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. As take that step ahead, you start to realize that life is truly short, and you have but very little time to realize what it is you have to realize. You ask yourself, "where do i go from here?". What would become of me in a year or two?
*goes into dream sequence*
"I may not have gone where I intended to go,
but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."
tommorrow... morrow... row... ow...
*ends dream sequence*
21 liao loh! Time to grow up and take life more seriously... NOT! ha.
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