Monday, May 31, 2004
Oh my gosh! Call me a wuss, but I love the puss-in-boots!
No wonder they say chocolate is sinful.
Men can't help but sin because of the temptations that come with it.
Think thick, rich, creamy chocolate, melted in a metal cup under candle fire.
Then sipping it from a metal straw.
Suckao!
Oh! The abundance of joy that fills your mouth!
Get high from the sweetness brought to your tongue.
The beauty of strawberries dipped in the chocolate mixture.
Chocolate fondue!
The sweet aroma of cocoa that fills the room and brings you to euphoria.
All your worrying thoughts disappear with your sinful indulgance.
Go visit Max Brenna(I wonder if I got that correct) at the Esplanade Mall.
The idea is good, but the customer would definately know whether it's value for money.
Chocolate culture!
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I watched Shrek 2 again yesterday.
I think the King(Princess Fiona's dad) was from the fairy tale of the Frog Prince who turned human after getting a kiss from his true love, a princess.
I think there're hints here and there within the show.
1) There was a female frog whom he met in the bar who asked if they've met.
2) The queen asked the King if he remember how they first met and he remembered "The first kiss"
3) Well, he turned into a frog after being zapped. The zap brought Pinocchio back to his true form of a boy and also brought the fairy God mother into her true form(bubbles) as well. I think.
4) His features. He had huge eyes, and a froggish look.
5) Oh heck, I'm just trying to influence your thinking. Only the first 3 points were my true thoughts.
For those who haven't watch the show, please watch it!
I really loved the animation and the humour involved!
Men can't help but sin because of the temptations that come with it.
Think thick, rich, creamy chocolate, melted in a metal cup under candle fire.
Then sipping it from a metal straw.
Suckao!
Oh! The abundance of joy that fills your mouth!
Get high from the sweetness brought to your tongue.
The beauty of strawberries dipped in the chocolate mixture.
Chocolate fondue!
The sweet aroma of cocoa that fills the room and brings you to euphoria.
All your worrying thoughts disappear with your sinful indulgance.
Go visit Max Brenna(I wonder if I got that correct) at the Esplanade Mall.
The idea is good, but the customer would definately know whether it's value for money.
Chocolate culture!
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I watched Shrek 2 again yesterday.
I think the King(Princess Fiona's dad) was from the fairy tale of the Frog Prince who turned human after getting a kiss from his true love, a princess.
I think there're hints here and there within the show.
1) There was a female frog whom he met in the bar who asked if they've met.
2) The queen asked the King if he remember how they first met and he remembered "The first kiss"
3) Well, he turned into a frog after being zapped. The zap brought Pinocchio back to his true form of a boy and also brought the fairy God mother into her true form(bubbles) as well. I think.
4) His features. He had huge eyes, and a froggish look.
5) Oh heck, I'm just trying to influence your thinking. Only the first 3 points were my true thoughts.
For those who haven't watch the show, please watch it!
I really loved the animation and the humour involved!
And who can forget our own masterpiece. Noodles with fresh human male genitals(yz's). Notice the bottom right corner. Another one is dying for attention(Jason's). Thank God Bernard isn't there.
A game that we chinese should be proud of. Mahjong.
We're not relaxing. We're just posing for a picture. Notice the similarities in the characters of the 4 people? ALL DARN SLACKERS.
One of the few things that kept us entertained. Table soccer!
I was thinking, it's about time I sent some pictures pictures taken in Bintan. Come to think of it, there really wasn't much to think about other than my superb driving skills.
Friday, May 28, 2004
This pic is cool. I wonder where I got it from, but I love the way it shows the planet attempting to eat someone.
This is to test out the photo sending. BTW, this is my favourite guitar.
This is just a test to see if this Hello program and Bloggerbot works.
I feel weird.
I've got lotsa mixed feelings.
I don't even know if I'm confused.
I'm feeling lost.
I need to know myself.
I can't forget the dream I had that night.
It was pleasant while it lasted, but it pricks the moment I woke up.
This truly shows how realistic life is, and how we can only dream of certain things.
Dreams show us many things.
I remember reading from Sophie's World about dreams, and that each dream has a meaning.
Either a longing for something, a frightening incident, memories trapped and unlocked, or the sub-concious mind blurting out some truths we don't even know about ourselves.
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Dave Matthews Band - The Space Between
You cannot quit me so quickly
Is no hope in you for me
No corner y’could squeeze me
But I’ve got all the time for you, love
The space between, the tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The space between, the wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain
Will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today?
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we’re playing
We’re strange allies
With warring hearts
What a wild-eyed beast you be
The space between, the wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain
Will I hold you again?
Will I hold you...
Look at us spinning out in the madness of a rollercoaster
You know you went off like the devil in a church
In the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don’t take this ship down
The space between, where you smile and hide
Where you’ll find me if I get to go
The space between, the bullets in our fire fight
Is where I’ll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into your room
The space between, our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain
Take my hand
’cause we’re walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need dear
The space between, what’s wrong and right
Is where you’ll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between, your heart and mine
Is a space we’ll fill with time
The space between...
I've got lotsa mixed feelings.
I don't even know if I'm confused.
I'm feeling lost.
I need to know myself.
I can't forget the dream I had that night.
It was pleasant while it lasted, but it pricks the moment I woke up.
This truly shows how realistic life is, and how we can only dream of certain things.
Dreams show us many things.
I remember reading from Sophie's World about dreams, and that each dream has a meaning.
Either a longing for something, a frightening incident, memories trapped and unlocked, or the sub-concious mind blurting out some truths we don't even know about ourselves.
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Dave Matthews Band - The Space Between
You cannot quit me so quickly
Is no hope in you for me
No corner y’could squeeze me
But I’ve got all the time for you, love
The space between, the tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The space between, the wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain
Will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today?
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we’re playing
We’re strange allies
With warring hearts
What a wild-eyed beast you be
The space between, the wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain
Will I hold you again?
Will I hold you...
Look at us spinning out in the madness of a rollercoaster
You know you went off like the devil in a church
In the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don’t take this ship down
The space between, where you smile and hide
Where you’ll find me if I get to go
The space between, the bullets in our fire fight
Is where I’ll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into your room
The space between, our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain
Take my hand
’cause we’re walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need dear
The space between, what’s wrong and right
Is where you’ll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between, your heart and mine
Is a space we’ll fill with time
The space between...
Monday, May 24, 2004
I feel ______.
I can't even feel in that blank.
I am sick. I feel bottom low. Maybe it's due to the sickness.
I don't feel like going out.
But I am meeting sk for Troy later. I can't miss that show.
I hope I don't spoil his mood later.
I can imagine myself with the look of nonchalance and irritability.
I can't seem to bring myself to care for anything now.
Maybe just today.
I hope it lasts just for today.
It must be my flu. Damn the flu.
I want to get away from camp.
I want to be free from responsibilities that aren't even mine to start with.
Irresponsibility?
I beg to differ.
What is my responsibility? What is yours?
Is this really what I should care for?
DO I HAVE A CHOICE IN THE FIRST PLACE?
I do.
I can choose to be on the run, only to be caught by my colleagues and put behind bars, or serve with all the unwillingness within me.
I detest what I do, but still, I do it.
I feel sick.
My eyes are heavy, my temples are knocking, my forehead is shrinking.
I can't breath with my blocked nose, they leak; though blocked, they tickle all the time.
My throat is irritated, my deep hoarse voice give away my physical condition, my coughs creates enough phlegm to drown me, and my ears are blocked.
Still, I survived another treacherous day at work.
Humbug.
I can't even feel in that blank.
I am sick. I feel bottom low. Maybe it's due to the sickness.
I don't feel like going out.
But I am meeting sk for Troy later. I can't miss that show.
I hope I don't spoil his mood later.
I can imagine myself with the look of nonchalance and irritability.
I can't seem to bring myself to care for anything now.
Maybe just today.
I hope it lasts just for today.
It must be my flu. Damn the flu.
I want to get away from camp.
I want to be free from responsibilities that aren't even mine to start with.
Irresponsibility?
I beg to differ.
What is my responsibility? What is yours?
Is this really what I should care for?
DO I HAVE A CHOICE IN THE FIRST PLACE?
I do.
I can choose to be on the run, only to be caught by my colleagues and put behind bars, or serve with all the unwillingness within me.
I detest what I do, but still, I do it.
I feel sick.
My eyes are heavy, my temples are knocking, my forehead is shrinking.
I can't breath with my blocked nose, they leak; though blocked, they tickle all the time.
My throat is irritated, my deep hoarse voice give away my physical condition, my coughs creates enough phlegm to drown me, and my ears are blocked.
Still, I survived another treacherous day at work.
Humbug.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
All good things must come to an end.
Finished my one week leave with a wound as well as feeling sick.
I blame in on the erratic nights and the sinful food we ate.
Had my wrist impaled by a badly done up fence at a basketball court during the chalet.
It was like the first time i ever remembered watching myself lose so much blood.
I've always been free from the hands of illnesses and bodily harm.
So much so that I believe a divine body has been behind my safety with his protection.
Had to get 2 stiches done up and endure with the fact that I can't use my hand as simply as I did before.
The week has really been enjoyable.
Though I didn't do much, Risk and Bridge were enough to entertain me throughout my week of leave.
Of course I must give credit to those who were with me too.
I've been seeing them almost everyday and I'm still not sick of it.
I think I see them even more, compared to my brother or my parents.
Maybe I'm just unfilial..
I'm getting real sleepy...
I must recharge for a movie tomorrow!
and work of course... damn it.
Finished my one week leave with a wound as well as feeling sick.
I blame in on the erratic nights and the sinful food we ate.
Had my wrist impaled by a badly done up fence at a basketball court during the chalet.
It was like the first time i ever remembered watching myself lose so much blood.
I've always been free from the hands of illnesses and bodily harm.
So much so that I believe a divine body has been behind my safety with his protection.
Had to get 2 stiches done up and endure with the fact that I can't use my hand as simply as I did before.
The week has really been enjoyable.
Though I didn't do much, Risk and Bridge were enough to entertain me throughout my week of leave.
Of course I must give credit to those who were with me too.
I've been seeing them almost everyday and I'm still not sick of it.
I think I see them even more, compared to my brother or my parents.
Maybe I'm just unfilial..
I'm getting real sleepy...
I must recharge for a movie tomorrow!
and work of course... damn it.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Just got back from Bintan like a couple of hours back.
Let me try to describe the trip with a couple of sentences.
It was cheap as we did not do much.
Then why go there in the first place!?
You don't have to spend money to enjoy.
It's always about the people. Not how much was spent or what we did.
We could just bum around and bitch or just watch MTV all day long.
Lazing on the beach, watching girls go by, with music of the beatles in the backdrop.
Laughing at the dumb things we do. Getting alcoholic.
Struggling to stay awake. Taking over continents with the roll of the dice.
Learnt about bidding and trump cards, and the selection of a partner.
The pleasure of cooking crap with close mates, or doing the dishes.
Driving was a breeze, if it's a buggy you're talking about.
Getting all footy with the fine warm sand beneath your feet.
Getting wet in the crystal water, with a school of fish, jellyfishes idling away.
Being buried under the sand and struggling to break free.
Or how about the beach during the wee hours of 2 or 3am, with a couple of beers, Baygon, a camera, packs of ciggys, and two close friends?
What more could I ask for out of a trip?
Let the bonding increase with each day.
On to zouk!
For more bonding!
Let me try to describe the trip with a couple of sentences.
It was cheap as we did not do much.
Then why go there in the first place!?
You don't have to spend money to enjoy.
It's always about the people. Not how much was spent or what we did.
We could just bum around and bitch or just watch MTV all day long.
Lazing on the beach, watching girls go by, with music of the beatles in the backdrop.
Laughing at the dumb things we do. Getting alcoholic.
Struggling to stay awake. Taking over continents with the roll of the dice.
Learnt about bidding and trump cards, and the selection of a partner.
The pleasure of cooking crap with close mates, or doing the dishes.
Driving was a breeze, if it's a buggy you're talking about.
Getting all footy with the fine warm sand beneath your feet.
Getting wet in the crystal water, with a school of fish, jellyfishes idling away.
Being buried under the sand and struggling to break free.
Or how about the beach during the wee hours of 2 or 3am, with a couple of beers, Baygon, a camera, packs of ciggys, and two close friends?
What more could I ask for out of a trip?
Let the bonding increase with each day.
On to zouk!
For more bonding!
Monday, May 17, 2004
Watched Whale Rider yesterday.
It was a fabulous show. Many teared in the cinema.
It triggered my tear glands too.
Gaining acceptance, fulfilling destiny.
But who decides our destiny?
Who actually do we need acceptance from?
Do we really need to fulfill our destiny which we don't even know is ours?
Do we really need to be accepted by people all around us?
What is your destiny?
Have you found it yet?
Or is it already decided by someone else?
Usually I would say something like go follow your own dreams and yada yada stuff.
But now I'm thinking if those dreams were meant to be ours.
Is there really a fate and destiny for every single one of us?
I hope to watch Whale Rider once more.
It's a wonderful show.
Leaving home for Bintan in a few hours time.
I hope it'll be an enjoyable one.
Let me share with you more of my scribblings.
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Time
Ask yourself,
what is the most important thing
that we have, we need and we yearn?
Precious time.
It consumes us,
yet contains us, and controls us.
We bow and listen to his commands.
Following his orders, begging for mercy
Just rewards,
it's all we ask for,
for him to slower his pace, to increase it, or to stop at times.
But who are we to ask?
We are but lowly slaves, to our master, Time.
Entrapped by his venom,
the antidote we seek,
but can never find.
When can we turn tables?
And be the masters of time?
It was a fabulous show. Many teared in the cinema.
It triggered my tear glands too.
Gaining acceptance, fulfilling destiny.
But who decides our destiny?
Who actually do we need acceptance from?
Do we really need to fulfill our destiny which we don't even know is ours?
Do we really need to be accepted by people all around us?
What is your destiny?
Have you found it yet?
Or is it already decided by someone else?
Usually I would say something like go follow your own dreams and yada yada stuff.
But now I'm thinking if those dreams were meant to be ours.
Is there really a fate and destiny for every single one of us?
I hope to watch Whale Rider once more.
It's a wonderful show.
Leaving home for Bintan in a few hours time.
I hope it'll be an enjoyable one.
Let me share with you more of my scribblings.
-----
Time
Ask yourself,
what is the most important thing
that we have, we need and we yearn?
Precious time.
It consumes us,
yet contains us, and controls us.
We bow and listen to his commands.
Following his orders, begging for mercy
Just rewards,
it's all we ask for,
for him to slower his pace, to increase it, or to stop at times.
But who are we to ask?
We are but lowly slaves, to our master, Time.
Entrapped by his venom,
the antidote we seek,
but can never find.
When can we turn tables?
And be the masters of time?
Saturday, May 15, 2004
I'm at the snake's lair and something tragic happened.
My template from blogger screwed up, which explains what everybody is looking at now.
And to think the snake said "Just press republish lah!"
I did just that and this happened.
Thank you slimy snake.
My template from blogger screwed up, which explains what everybody is looking at now.
And to think the snake said "Just press republish lah!"
I did just that and this happened.
Thank you slimy snake.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Class 95 kept playing the song "You Gotta Be" on the radio.
The lyrics are so straightforward and easy to understand.
Gosh, I'm addicted to the song. It's so catchy.
Went to court for a court martial session today.
Went to attend my friend's dad's cremation.
It is one of the most saddening moments I have ever experianced.
Maybe I haven't experiance much out of life anyway.
But it really gave me lots to think with regards to my fellow friends and my family.
Sigh..
Gotta run.
Managed to trick Weising into watching a foreign film with me.
I'm gonna be late.
The New Zealand Film Festivals!
(They're showing the rest of Peter Jackson's crappier shows..)
The lyrics are so straightforward and easy to understand.
Gosh, I'm addicted to the song. It's so catchy.
Went to court for a court martial session today.
Went to attend my friend's dad's cremation.
It is one of the most saddening moments I have ever experianced.
Maybe I haven't experiance much out of life anyway.
But it really gave me lots to think with regards to my fellow friends and my family.
Sigh..
Gotta run.
Managed to trick Weising into watching a foreign film with me.
I'm gonna be late.
The New Zealand Film Festivals!
(They're showing the rest of Peter Jackson's crappier shows..)
Des'ree - You Gotta Be
Listen as your day unfolds,
challenge what the future holds
Try to keep your head up to the sky
Lovers they may cause you tears
Go ahead release your fears
Stand up and be counted,
don't be shamed to cry
You gotta be..
You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold,
you gotta be wiser
You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough,
you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm,
you gotta stay together.
All I know, all I know
Love will save the day
Herald what your mother said
Read the books your father read
Try to solve the puzzle
in your own sweet time
Some may have more cash than you
Others take a different view
My oh my,
Time asks no questions, it goes on without you
Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace
The world keeps on spinning, can't stop it if you tried to
The best part is danger staring you in the face
Remember Listen as your day unfolds,
challenge what the future holds
Try to keep your head up to the sky
Lovers they may cause you tears
Go ahead release your fears
my oh my....
Got to be bold. Got to be bad
Got to be wise. Not ever sad
Got to be hard. Not too, too hard
All I know is, love will save the day
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Soul To Squeeze
I've got a bad disease
from my brain is where i bleed
insanity it seems
it's got me by my soul to squeeze
Where's all the love for me
with all the dying trees i scream
The angels in my dreams yeah
they turn to demons of greed thats me
Where I go I just dont know
I've got to got to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give ya some of my good time
Today love smiled on me
it took away my pain say please
Oh let your ride be free
you gotta let it be oh yeah
Where I go I just dont know
I've got to gotta gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give ya some of my good time
Oh so polite indeed
well I've got everything i need
Oh make my days of greed
and take away my self-destruction
It's bitter baby and its very sweet
I'm on a roller coaster but I'm on my feet
Take me to the river lay me on your shore
Well I'll be comin back baby I'll be comin back for more
Do do do do ding go sing a dong bong go ding ba domba somba nomba cong dong bing
I could not forget but I will not endeavor simple pleasures aren't as special but I won't regret it never
Where I go I just dont know
I've got to got to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give ya some of my good time
Where i go i just don't know
I might end up somewhere in Mexico
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna keep it for the end of time
I've got a bad disease
from my brain is where i bleed
insanity it seems
it's got me by my soul to squeeze
Where's all the love for me
with all the dying trees i scream
The angels in my dreams yeah
they turn to demons of greed thats me
Where I go I just dont know
I've got to got to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give ya some of my good time
Today love smiled on me
it took away my pain say please
Oh let your ride be free
you gotta let it be oh yeah
Where I go I just dont know
I've got to gotta gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give ya some of my good time
Oh so polite indeed
well I've got everything i need
Oh make my days of greed
and take away my self-destruction
It's bitter baby and its very sweet
I'm on a roller coaster but I'm on my feet
Take me to the river lay me on your shore
Well I'll be comin back baby I'll be comin back for more
Do do do do ding go sing a dong bong go ding ba domba somba nomba cong dong bing
I could not forget but I will not endeavor simple pleasures aren't as special but I won't regret it never
Where I go I just dont know
I've got to got to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give ya some of my good time
Where i go i just don't know
I might end up somewhere in Mexico
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna keep it for the end of time
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!
Thundercats!
Hooooooooo!
(This is just a test...)
Wow! I've not blogged for ages?
Blogger has changed it's look and format! It's super!
Something sent a shiver down my spine yesterday.
My good friend's dad passed away just yesterday.
How fragile is the body of a human being.
It comes and goes.
All this sounds familiar, life being fragile, blah blah, but when it actually happens to us, or the people around us, would it be?
Like what my friend said with tears in his eyes, "I always see funerals at the void deck, but who would have thought that it would be my dad's?"
I was at work when he sms-ed me to inform me of the dreadful news.
I sat in my chair staring into space for close to 5 10 mins. I'm not shitting you.
It was like only a month ago that I played mahjong with his dad and he seemed so perfectly in the pink of health.
Once more, I must emphasise on the fact that life is indeed fragile.
I will not go into the details of how he passed away.
I remember myself sitting there, with him telling me about how the family used to be happy, the pictures he flipped in the album, the times we played mahjong together.
I couldn't even console him. I was at a lost for words most of the time.
I've always thought that death was just a transition of life.
Always thought that it was the next phase.
But is it? I could feel the deep sadness imbued in their hearts.
I couldn't imagine myself in his place.
I wouldn't know what to do, which is exactly what my friend felt.
Life. Some take it for granted, other's deprived of it.
Sigh.
Though I know it's difficult to do this, but, laern to cherish what we have.
Blogger has changed it's look and format! It's super!
Something sent a shiver down my spine yesterday.
My good friend's dad passed away just yesterday.
How fragile is the body of a human being.
It comes and goes.
All this sounds familiar, life being fragile, blah blah, but when it actually happens to us, or the people around us, would it be?
Like what my friend said with tears in his eyes, "I always see funerals at the void deck, but who would have thought that it would be my dad's?"
I was at work when he sms-ed me to inform me of the dreadful news.
I sat in my chair staring into space for close to 5 10 mins. I'm not shitting you.
It was like only a month ago that I played mahjong with his dad and he seemed so perfectly in the pink of health.
Once more, I must emphasise on the fact that life is indeed fragile.
I will not go into the details of how he passed away.
I remember myself sitting there, with him telling me about how the family used to be happy, the pictures he flipped in the album, the times we played mahjong together.
I couldn't even console him. I was at a lost for words most of the time.
I've always thought that death was just a transition of life.
Always thought that it was the next phase.
But is it? I could feel the deep sadness imbued in their hearts.
I couldn't imagine myself in his place.
I wouldn't know what to do, which is exactly what my friend felt.
Life. Some take it for granted, other's deprived of it.
Sigh.
Though I know it's difficult to do this, but, laern to cherish what we have.
Saturday, May 08, 2004
Had a great time today at happy hour.
It's like the first time I felt happy. Sounds contradicting eh?
But yes, I enjoyed the food, the company, and the alcohol.
Had lotsa talk about today. Saw fuz too. We bitched a lot and craped a lot. It was nice to see him.
I couldn't really associate myself with much pple in DB, even up till now.
I don't know, maybe I keep myself trapped within my own cage, not willing to face the rest and open up, or, I can't seem to open myself because of the way people portray themselves.
Fuz and I bitched about people and about how people can't be trusted.
Can't be trusted as in we couldn't believe that they actually lead a different kinda life outside from camp.
From this I see that people actually expect things outta people. We expect people to lead a life which we all think they should lead, but actually they choose another path far from ours.
We as human beings like to impose our thoughts onto others.
We like to be in control.
I guess that explains dictators and "leaders" among the others in history.
Argh humbug. I am in a daze.
Alcoholic effect.
Good night.
It's like the first time I felt happy. Sounds contradicting eh?
But yes, I enjoyed the food, the company, and the alcohol.
Had lotsa talk about today. Saw fuz too. We bitched a lot and craped a lot. It was nice to see him.
I couldn't really associate myself with much pple in DB, even up till now.
I don't know, maybe I keep myself trapped within my own cage, not willing to face the rest and open up, or, I can't seem to open myself because of the way people portray themselves.
Fuz and I bitched about people and about how people can't be trusted.
Can't be trusted as in we couldn't believe that they actually lead a different kinda life outside from camp.
From this I see that people actually expect things outta people. We expect people to lead a life which we all think they should lead, but actually they choose another path far from ours.
We as human beings like to impose our thoughts onto others.
We like to be in control.
I guess that explains dictators and "leaders" among the others in history.
Argh humbug. I am in a daze.
Alcoholic effect.
Good night.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Programmed for progress
Made for deceitful lies
Executed for progress
trained to replace the misplaced
We are but empty pieces
on a board, being played by our makers
We can only watch
And not move, as we fulfill destiny
which isn't our own
Made for different purposes
We're chosen to fill the gaps of a game
A game we name life.
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I was watching TV yesterday, doing what I usually do on a boring day.
Channel surfing.
I was watching Dr Dolittle, Bolton Leeds, News, and a lotta other crap on TV.
Later on the reality show "The Real Beckhams" came up.
So much for the REAL beckhams.
It showed much of Victoria drowning in her snobbishness.
Beckham hardly spoke a word.
VB (Victoria Beckham) seemed so Lady Macbeth.
She went on and on, never leaving him a chance to speak. Even if he spoke, she would ALWAYS interrupt him and adding stuff like him beating her at being more famous and yada yada...
She openly flaunted her wealth on TV, pointing her scrawny finger at every item she sees.
"Oh that seems nice." There goes a coat.
"That's lovely!" There goes a hat.
"I don't know if David could wear this." There goes something else, a T-shirt I think.
Don't you agree she's a bitch?
The biggest contrast was this. I surfed into Channel U where they were showing this documentary about Touching Hearts Touching Lives which I think is the title.
They were showing about the life of this family struggling to keep their son alive and to upkeep the family. They needed money.
They showed old people who were penniless, doing chores in a home which kept them alive for the time-being.
What is this!!?? Where is the world heading???????
Is this right????
Thousands of branded shoes laid up in Beckham's closet, but just a pair of worn slippers for an old women.
A pink diamond for a wife who thinks of nothing but fame and fortune, but a filthy bed for a sick boy, made filthy from the uncontrolled bowel movements, who thinks of nothing but ways to keep alive.
I was disturbed by these scenes of life.
I want to know what God has in mind for us people. Why this?
But I still believe that God has a purpose for everything. Call it blind faith.
If I knew, I'd be God wouldn't I?
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Where can we find a balance?
To my left, the rich and snobbish
To my right, the poor and suffering
There's no way ahead
It's just a dead end
And you can't retreat.
Blindly a choice is made.
A choice of regret.
Made for deceitful lies
Executed for progress
trained to replace the misplaced
We are but empty pieces
on a board, being played by our makers
We can only watch
And not move, as we fulfill destiny
which isn't our own
Made for different purposes
We're chosen to fill the gaps of a game
A game we name life.
--------------------------
I was watching TV yesterday, doing what I usually do on a boring day.
Channel surfing.
I was watching Dr Dolittle, Bolton Leeds, News, and a lotta other crap on TV.
Later on the reality show "The Real Beckhams" came up.
So much for the REAL beckhams.
It showed much of Victoria drowning in her snobbishness.
Beckham hardly spoke a word.
VB (Victoria Beckham) seemed so Lady Macbeth.
She went on and on, never leaving him a chance to speak. Even if he spoke, she would ALWAYS interrupt him and adding stuff like him beating her at being more famous and yada yada...
She openly flaunted her wealth on TV, pointing her scrawny finger at every item she sees.
"Oh that seems nice." There goes a coat.
"That's lovely!" There goes a hat.
"I don't know if David could wear this." There goes something else, a T-shirt I think.
Don't you agree she's a bitch?
The biggest contrast was this. I surfed into Channel U where they were showing this documentary about Touching Hearts Touching Lives which I think is the title.
They were showing about the life of this family struggling to keep their son alive and to upkeep the family. They needed money.
They showed old people who were penniless, doing chores in a home which kept them alive for the time-being.
What is this!!?? Where is the world heading???????
Is this right????
Thousands of branded shoes laid up in Beckham's closet, but just a pair of worn slippers for an old women.
A pink diamond for a wife who thinks of nothing but fame and fortune, but a filthy bed for a sick boy, made filthy from the uncontrolled bowel movements, who thinks of nothing but ways to keep alive.
I was disturbed by these scenes of life.
I want to know what God has in mind for us people. Why this?
But I still believe that God has a purpose for everything. Call it blind faith.
If I knew, I'd be God wouldn't I?
--------------------------------
Where can we find a balance?
To my left, the rich and snobbish
To my right, the poor and suffering
There's no way ahead
It's just a dead end
And you can't retreat.
Blindly a choice is made.
A choice of regret.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Just watched a play this evening.
I really love the passion and sincerity out of local productions.
You can practically hear these people behind the scene screaming out to be heard.
Give these people a break. A clean break.
They need recognition for their efforts, and for the spirit amongst the low budget that they keep.
Be it just for a momentary glimpse.
Follow that dream.
"What dream? Whose dream?"
Those words came to me when I heard that line.
Are we following OUR dreams? or SOMEONE else's dream?
I need courage. We need courage. All the courage in the world to be against all odds.
We don't dream on this island.
We can't.
We were taught not to dream.
The play really placed many thoughts into my head.
At times I have all these thoughts rushing throught my head but I've got nowhere to jot things down.
Only sometimes I do write on paper, but that's a rarity.
I guess I have to carry out a notebook wherever I go.
But let's say in the middle of a movie or concert or play etc. How do I write!?
I've gotta think of something.. PDA? Argh. Money matters.
Further more I blasted a red light today. I guess that costs me $200 with 12 points.
Who cares bout the points. It's the money I'm worried about!
Help. Soccer tmr at 9. I'm dead beat.
I really love the passion and sincerity out of local productions.
You can practically hear these people behind the scene screaming out to be heard.
Give these people a break. A clean break.
They need recognition for their efforts, and for the spirit amongst the low budget that they keep.
Be it just for a momentary glimpse.
Follow that dream.
"What dream? Whose dream?"
Those words came to me when I heard that line.
Are we following OUR dreams? or SOMEONE else's dream?
I need courage. We need courage. All the courage in the world to be against all odds.
We don't dream on this island.
We can't.
We were taught not to dream.
The play really placed many thoughts into my head.
At times I have all these thoughts rushing throught my head but I've got nowhere to jot things down.
Only sometimes I do write on paper, but that's a rarity.
I guess I have to carry out a notebook wherever I go.
But let's say in the middle of a movie or concert or play etc. How do I write!?
I've gotta think of something.. PDA? Argh. Money matters.
Further more I blasted a red light today. I guess that costs me $200 with 12 points.
Who cares bout the points. It's the money I'm worried about!
Help. Soccer tmr at 9. I'm dead beat.
