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2011-05-23T19:17:00.002+08:00

1916. a closet alcoholic comes out.

"things that are good for you always taste like shit."

"like celery and medicine?"

"yup."

"and alcohol? ... oops."

"i see what you did there!"

2011-05-03T17:56:00.001+08:00

1740. a lesson in pre-empted trolling.

"ministers in our country earn a lot."

"how much is 'a lot'?"

"as-"

"you had me at 'ass'. ohhhh yeah."

"-tronomical sum... wtf dude."

2011-02-22T17:45:00.001+08:00

1744. somehow, someone has placed this irreparable gap between us.

2011-02-10T02:21:00.000+08:00

0210. im not much of a gambler hence ive never been an avid texas hold 'em poker player. but lately, due to the chinese new year festivities, ive been parking at the tables and dealt cards to. everyone seemed to become more willing to gamble during this season, and i am one of such persons.

being at table playing poker is exciting. the adrenalin rush of trying to beat the other players through not only sheer luck but skill and deceit is addictive. but thinking back, what really makes people gambling addicts is the mentality they bring to the table.

never ever have the mindset that you are playing to recuperate losses.

if you have lost money, be contented with it. you may have sacrificed in a monetary sense, but at least walk away having learnt a lesson to play wiser, to rely less on luck and more on skill.

even if you have won money, STILL be contented with it. you may use the advantage of having more monetary power to out-bet other players, but the risk is always present WHENEVER a bet is involved.

finally, the most important experience that ive absorbed while playing poker is learning when to fold. even though sometimes you are confident of your cards' ability to win the round, acquiring the foresight to know a bad deal from a good one and not letting your ego override it is vital.

in a game of poker, and in fact in any game of chance, ANYTHING MAY HAPPEN. play wisely and fold wisely.

here's wishing good luck for the lunar year of the rabbit.

2011-01-19T18:59:00.002+08:00

1858. parkour. invented by ancient french adulterers to get the fuck out of the scene of crime.

2011-01-12T11:28:00.000+08:00

1127. "when it gets cold, just get awesome and you're good."

"what are you talking about? i AM awesome."

"really? awesome is my second middle name."

"what's your first?"

"f*cking."

2010-12-25T04:17:00.003+08:00

0414. sand is my mortal enemy. solid granular in immeasurable amounts. annoying in the rain/shade/evening, annoying AND blistering in the heat/sun.

if we're doing NYE at tanjong beach club, im going to hazmat suit up. for the heck of it, even if not for the ubiquitous sand.

anyway, merry christmas. enjoy the rest of 2010 while it lasts.

2010-11-16T18:18:00.000+08:00

1817. alas, we are but slaves to our very own status quo.

the shackles of circumstances and responsibilities will keep us binded from going on the path of achieving our dreams.

unless, of course, your day job is your dream.

until then, good luck and have fun.

the rest of the thorny road awaits.

2010-11-11T03:05:00.001+08:00

0300. using qwiki makes me feel like im in the movie wall.e.

if you havent already watched wall.e (you deserve to be shot if you havent, really) and you have no idea what im talking about - it's a wikipedia-like function onboard the ship's computer that narrates it's knowledge database to the user who keys in search queries and displays relevant imagery and videos as well.

qwiki is very close to being that machine in the movie. pretty cool stuff!

2010-11-08T01:59:00.000+08:00

0156. there are some boundaries you should never cross and certain comfort zones you should never break out of not because it's for the good of yourself but all for the good of the people whom you love and the people who love you.

2010-11-03T17:10:00.001+08:00

1704. revelation of the day: we're all getters.

get up. get dressed. get to work. get shit done. get out. get some chow. get home. get some sleep. get to repeat it all over again tomorrow.

ps: sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you dont. sometimes you get laid, sometimes you dont. get paid. get your bills through the mail. get pissed the bills went up. get to the SAM machine and pay those jerks. sometimes you get let down, sometimes you dont. sometimes you get praised, sometimes you dont.

2010-11-01T23:21:00.001+08:00

2302. 10 reasons why halloween parties are great:

1) the only day you get to dress up like a geek and get away with it

2) or as a flasher in an oversized trench coat and a g-string under it... whichever floats your boat AND STILL get away with it

3) also, the only day usually geeky chicks actually have a reason to dress up like a slut

4) and by sluts i meant fake nurses / santarinas / succubi / etc in less than conservative costumes, but DEFINITELY not that guy in the drag queen get up

5) speaking about the drag queen; take a picture with the dude and victimise a friend by fake tagging him on facebook =D

6) high five every strangers on public transport, not only those in costumes

7) or simply terrorise everyone on the streets with your less than flattering outfit, be it scary or geeky or just pure disgusting / obscene

8) of course, the celebrated bloody mary goes at an extra cheap price, so drink up!

9) actually, so does other drinks... depending on where you go

10) plus this happens only once a year, just like national day / april fool's / children's day / your grandmother's birthday / etc, but you have all the right to be retarded because no one should recognise you in your get up...

unless your costume isn't creative. then it'll suck to be you.

2010-10-18T14:36:00.002+08:00

hello, kayden / myra.

we'll see you sometime in 2012 / 13.

2010-10-18T14:33:00.000+08:00

1414. i think i have been blacklisted from using great world city's cold storage pay-and-go self service counters.

first, i troubled the staff to scan my discounted drinks. afterwards, my nets card decided to screw up the nets system. then lastly, when tearing out the receipt, i pulled THE WHOLE REAM of paper out of the device( it landed and rolled all over the floor)...

and the staff was just standing beside me all the while. her face became damn black. i quickly turned and ran right after tearing my receipt off.

think i might as have used the normal cashier lanes. haha.

2010-09-04T10:40:00.000+08:00

1038. quiet saturday mornings are enjoyable.

mostly quiet because i have music plugged into my ears. yes, quite ironic indeed.

currently listening to shatter by secret broadcast. listen for free here.

2010-09-02T21:41:00.000+08:00

2130. im not sure if it's the weather, or that im super dehydrated, or it's stress from work / aging / growing wider horizontally, etc but something is causing me to have these headaches that creeps from one part of my cranium to another from hour to hour.

it's not painful, per se, but it's fucking annoying to carry around as a burden at the back of your head while you work.

so i attempted to "hypnotise" myself into thinking that the pain can be "rubbed away" in my mind. here are the steps:

1. start by listening to some soothing music, preferably something like waves crashing on the shore, or light guitar instrumentals, or whatever floats your boat. if music is unavailable to you, try a silent place or use your mind to shut away the surrounding noise.
2. close your eyes and focus on the part of your head where it hurts in your mind.
3. while still holding your focus on the painful spot, use your mind to drive the blood away from that spot, imagining the fluids spreading away from the source in a radial pattern.
4. keep doing so for 5 minutes, going back and forth from source to radial pattern.
5. repeat if the pain shifts to another place.

this should work because your mind is in control of your entire body, including your brain at large. and imagining the blood being drawn away from the spot takes your attention away from the actual pain.

the pain should go away in 20 minutes. it worked for me, so the next time if you have a headache, you can try such self "hypnotism" too. have fun!

2010-08-31T01:11:00.000+08:00

0044. the return flight from krabi was painfully punctuated by unacceptable behaviour from some children and their parents.

so ms octopus and i clambered on board the airbus, looking forward to a safe and quiet flight home. i mean seriously, who wouldnt? and of course, like all things in life, you'd almost never get what you want.

a caucasian couple and their 2 young boys located their seats right behind us. the same family whose kids ms octopus and i thought were incorrigibly naughty. the moment the little bastard sit down behind ms octopus, who is dying to get some rest on the flight, i knew trouble would brew.

this tiny ang moh fucker starts making a racket about belting up, wanting to see out of the window and shit and starts kicking the chair in front of him, which unfortunately was ms octopus' chair. obviously she couldnt rest properly and i wasnt very pleased.

after a couple of minutes, i decided to turn back and request the ang moh man, who has his hand full dealing with his other noisy kid to stop this kid from kicking. not only did he not apologise, he gave me the "why the fuck should i care, im busy now" look. fucking hell! never mind. ms octopus is not the sort to cause trouble. neither am i. so i went back to reading and being a pillow for the missus...

until his son SIMPLY CANNOT stop kicking. i almost wanted turn back to the ang moh and burst in full singaporean flare, "eh CCB ang moh! your little CB kia better stop kao beh kao bu and stop kicking the fucking chair. knn beh bu bo kah xi ah? need me to teach him issit?!"

keyword: almost.

luckily, ms octopus couldnt care less and was already dreaming about catching underwater pandas while snorkelling. i decided that if the damn ang moh wanted to be rude and let his kid be annoying, i'll let his karma burn under. already 2 not nice persons on earth right behind me. im not going to join them and be a third. im not going to be pissed off over some kid whose father did a shit job as a parent.

so what did i do in the end? it's something all passengers in front are ENTITLED to do unto the ones behind them:

i lowered my seat all the way to the back.

2010-08-24T01:40:00.005+08:00

0137. ms octopus has this fetish. she absolutely loves pressing her nails on my nose and face to expel blackheads, mimicking facial treatment's extraction process. which i hate. she does it quite well but it hurts like fuck. i bear with it every time she does so by just squirming around and muttering muffled painful noise.

and we're going to krabi for a short getaway this thursday. so guess what?

cl@rice says (1:33 AM):
oh yah i've 4 days of facial for you
woah!!
hon says (1:33 AM):
shit....

fml.

2010-08-23T15:23:00.000+08:00

1512. the next person who begins a conversation with me now using the line "nice weather, isn't it?" will get the reply "nice? how would you like to have all your sweat glands on your back to pour perspiration out, like they were OD-ing steroids, plastering the whole back of your drenched shirt to your sticky skin, not mentioning the heat inside your pair of denim jeans seem like it's microwaving both your legs and your testicles into a swedish snack of shriveled ham and meatballs?" and share an introductory meeting with my shoe on his/her face.

2010-08-19T03:31:00.001+08:00

0329. the norms of typical circadian rhythms no longer hold true to my biological clock.

2010-08-16T02:17:00.000+08:00

0210. nothing feels worse than looking bad in front of your peers, especially when you flock amongst brilliant minds.

2010-07-12T01:11:00.001+08:00

0110. andy approaches me with his relationship problems.

feng says (1:09 AM):
argh
hon
oh
nevermind
hon says (1:09 AM):
awesome monologue

2010-06-10T04:02:00.001+08:00

0402. life is never complicated, really. it's simply about one's perspectives.

well, at least on hindsight.

2010-05-14T01:43:00.002+08:00

0139. the workweek are like difficult women.

there's monday and her blues.

there's tuesday and she's a drag.

there's the midweek and she's a nag.

there's thursday and her turmoils.

then there's friday, a good half of her playing hard to get.

with so many obstacles along the way, she doesnt come easy. you've gotta earn it.

have you earned your friday?

2010-04-27T04:06:00.002+08:00

0343. dear miss octopus,

im sorry if i havent been attentive enough or adequately caring the past couple of weeks due to my work, my relocation of residence... none of these are valid excuses, but nevertheless, i apologise.

i must've been slipping, sometimes showing slight impatience or even being subtly irritated at everything and anything when im with you. but every time i let out these signals of irritation, i immediately regret it deeply and wished that i could take it back away from your presence.

have you watched the minority report before? you know how the murderers and felons in the film are apprehended before they actually commit the crimes they were predicted to? this is kinda like in the film, except in my case i pull the reins on myself and arrest my own emotions in order to keep them in check right before i blow up.

im quite sure on some rare occasions, you must have felt a certain vibe from me that i was on the brink of letting my irritation get the better (or worse) of me. you can trust me when i say i did my best to battle it and force it back into the black hole where it belongs.

whatever the case, i know you wont be angry with me because no actual ugly incidents ever manifested between us before - never even half a time! frankly, this must be some kinda record we should win an award for. but still i wish to, once again, apologise to you for you dont deserve to be shown any kind of anger to.

all in all, i wanna also thank you for being the person you are; perpetually patient and utterly understanding. sometimes i let all the surrounding factors light my short fuse; the weather, the temperature, the weight of my burdens etc... but i know what i should really do is to forget about everything else and just focus on the happiest thing in the world:

simply just being by your side.

xoxoxo,
hon

2010-04-14T11:28:00.001+08:00

1113. yesterday evening was one of the few times in my life i felt so overwhelmed by sadness, i broke down.

i met my folks after work to have a meal before we headed home. over dinner, we spoke about them growing older, and my responsibilities growing larger as well.

and then my mother revealed a untold secret to me, something which they recently found out while buying new spectacles at their optician with my sister:

my sister's lazy eye is losing its eyesight.

suddenly, on top of the financial pressure ive been put under, i felt this undeniable mixed up sense of anxiety, guilt, disappointment and sadness.

how am i going to tackle my family's living expenses? how am i going to handle the amount needed for any specialist treatment my sister needs? or operations she has to go through?

more importantly, why didnt i find out earlier? what kind of a brother am i?

my cheeks and neck felt hot with self-anger and unhappiness. the tears just came tumbling down like someone knocked over a cup full of water.

i cried in the middle of dinner.

however much i detest my sibling of her character and attitude all seemed to just evaporated on the spot. it could all be due to her fast approaching disability. before she totally loses her sight in her lazy eye, i told myself that i have to do something now before it's too late. i have to. i must.

bring her to see a specialist, get an operation if she has to, wear special glasses if need be... whatever it takes.

because i am her brother.

her only brother.

2010-04-10T06:10:00.001+08:00

0607. today marks an important milestone in my adult life; i am with the girl of my dreams for a grand total of 2 years. that's the longest i have been with any girl and im actually very proud of it.

our time together has been more than awesome. so awesome, i wanna make a new word to commemorate it. i shall call it: mmmmmmmonsterawesome!

yea, damn grand, innit?

i hope everything goes smoothly as planned today. hello, quincy!

2010-03-05T01:38:00.000+08:00

0136. "sorry, can't lunch with you, gotta help my colleague."

"wtf. him/her?"

"her."

"champion. ya let down your ramen kaki for sex."

"nah, she's married."

"duh milf... the more you'd like to tap that!"

"oh, hush!"

2010-02-19T13:46:00.000+08:00

1340. remembering that i am a citizen of my sunny island country yet am unable to put my share of democracy against the money grabbing imbeciles running this city state brings me much shame.

since i turned 21, i have voted 0 times out of 1 time. the coming election will change the score to 0 out of 2 times. why? simply because the parts of the island i stay on are drawn out of the bureaucratic boundaries.

drats.

so, dear people who have the right and the power to vote - use this chance to sound out the voice of the oppressed and free us from this numbing brainwash.

vote wisely. please.

2010-02-12T18:34:00.000+08:00

1829. in fighting, pick only the ones you can win.

if you cant win, dont feel shameful to fight dirty.

afterall... winning is the only reason why you should fight.

2010-02-11T04:16:00.000+08:00

0414. you know how somedays, you just wake up in the middle of the night and just let your mind fill itself up with how wonderful your better half is?

yea, tonight is such a night.

aight, back to bed!

2010-02-09T02:34:00.000+08:00

0221. you'd think lies distorts perspective. but lying is vital to maintain any solid foundation; without lies injected at crucial points, everything would crumble down to nothingness. most people won't risk that, hence they lie.

what's strange is how truth distorts perspective. how shedding light on certain issues exposes the nakedness and vulnerability of fact. like deers caught in the headlight of an oncoming vehicle.

so morale of the story - it's all about how you mix some lies into truth, and stir some fact into fiction.

never linger in the lies. never hunger for the truth.

just touch and go. and be satisfied.

2010-02-06T01:39:00.000+08:00

0134. i haven't wrote here with that official and emo tone in a long while. i dont owe anyone an explanation but i guess it's because life has been rather... fair to me these days. fair to me in more ways than i will bother to describe.

but i still often wonder about how we are everything and nothing at the same time. how one life isnt really just ONE LIFE due to its interaction with so many networks of people, events, incidents... and ultimately memories and moments. we can be everything to one and nothing to another.

everything and nothing at the same time.

i dont know about you, but this fascinates me to no end. sometimes i keep awake at night, tossing around my bed thinking about such things that layman will consider as daydreaming. sometimes i just keep the thoughts going, how all these can be translated to something useful in our daily lives.

but more times than not, these ponderings remain enigmatic and elusive to the use of normal human minds.

not that im abnormal, im perfectly normal.

at least i think.

2010-01-28T01:21:00.000+08:00

0121. i have a kick ass job.

ps: i didn't say who is kicking whose ass.

pps: in it, i often get my ass kicked.

ppps: very much.

pppps: lez, shut up.

2010-01-25T00:28:00.000+08:00

0022. so 3 cocksters were rambling about the charity show on TV when one of them spotted a minister onscreen.

S: "and there's mr goh."

H (who wasnt really watching the show): "who's mr goh?"

S: "our pm lah."

H (erm, who also wasnt really into politics): "who cares..."

*hesitates*

H: "er... MR GOH IS OUR PM?!"

S (not yet realises his mistake): "no meh?"

H: "WTF!"

S (finally realises his mistake): "oops! our pm. is mr lee."

K (whom i guess must have been laughing his ass off): "hahahaha. S, you really deserved to be gan."

2010-01-14T09:03:00.000+08:00

2053. last weekend was rather happening to me. i did things that would, probably, change my life from this point onwards.

1) opened a spending account so i now have a savings account. from now, i can practise the principle of "paying myself first".

2) finally applied for a debit card. online movie booking and internet shopping, here i come!

3) applied for internet banking too. time to save the trees and avoid that pesky, attention whore of a bank passbook.

4) made up my mind to abandon m1. after so many years of abusing me and making me pay for incoming calls, it's only right that i switch ISP! not before calling 1627 and messing with the poor operator. lol.

5) bought an iPhone with hub and jumped onto the smartphone bandwagon. im loving surf anywhere, anytime. very convenient.

6) and lastly, made my first ever sushi in my life. which tasted good too!

2010-01-06T01:59:00.000+08:00

0159. happy 2010? what happy? fuck this.

same shit different year!

2009-12-30T17:12:00.001+08:00

1702. "i kinda hate working with ****-san, even though she's quite hot."

"why?"

"she's a yes-man! or woman. always saying yes to the client..."

"and that's no good? try asking her for XXX, maybe she'll say yes."

"ooh. maybe she'll undress and go onegaishimasu~."

ROFL.

2009-12-24T16:50:00.001+08:00

1649. hab yourself a melly melly kwissmas.

ps: im SO not doused in the holiday spirit this year. so fucking busy at work and stuff. oh well. on second thoughts, im not really into being in the festive mood also. haha.

pps: im still doing work at home on a half-day at work. nice...

2009-12-22T01:14:00.002+08:00

0104. the copy on a tee shirt ms octopus got for me during her recent trip to bangkok reads:

"expect the best, be prepared for the worst, fuck what others think & do your own thing."

i think the best way to live life is to close our ears and open our minds. listen to opinions and comments but keep an open view on them. it doesnt matter, really, what other people think about you; the kind of things you do, the kind of clothes you wear, the kind of smile you put across your face. you do your own thing because no one knows you better and knows what's best for you other than you yourself.

as time passes by, i also found importance in enjoying beautiful moments in life, forgetting the ugly ones and all in all, learning from everything life has to throw at us.

this short few years we have, no matter how long we wish to live, is frail and fragile like ancient porcelain. it doesnt take much effort to break a life, but to make the porcelain a masterpiece artwork takes time, enjoyment, the ability to move on from undesired parts and learning from every experience.

2009-12-08T00:18:00.002+08:00

0016. many happy returns on your 26th, vincent, my oldest, most long time bro of all!

let's hope you'll be done with your thesis (make that theses since it's two of them, but theses look and spells... weird!) soon and we can go PWN SOME ZOMBIE ASSSSS.

hell yea. cheers bro!

2009-12-06T05:12:00.000+08:00

0503. how many of us can safely say we have lived our lives without regrets?

i think there's almost none. but why regret?

"in life, regret is only the school. experience is the true teacher."

regret teaches us nothing. rather, learn from the experience of making mistakes.

and then, move on. because life always goes on, always.

2009-12-04T01:12:00.000+08:00

0107. i forgot to share a piece of news concerning my moving away from jurong to telok blangah... but i guess it's not news anymore now.

the flat i wish to move in is now available and the purchase has been confirmed. after all the drama of the flat ownership, lawsuits for proceeds etc.

however, since we did not take up any loans for purchase, hdb demands to know how and why.

wtf. shit ALWAYS happens.

murphy's law. screwing up everything possible since 1841!

2009-11-30T00:45:00.000+08:00

0035. why do i love pandas?

hmm. partly because i kinda resemble one; their rotund shape, dark eye circles, general lack of motivation and abundance of sloth. and prolly cos they're cute? haha.

i love the pandas for being the symbolic beasts of gentleness and endearment. with their natural habitat being torn apart to manufacture disposable chopsticks and other wooden produce, their place to eat, sleep and mate are being eaten up by us faster than they can do so themselves (an adult panda can eat up to 20kg of bamboo shoots a day!).

and pandas make awesome parents, especially the mother. this is mainly due to their low birth and mortality rates as their cubs are often hunted by poachers with modern day human weaponry... something primitive fang and claw can never beat.

this is why before they die out, something very possible during our lifetime (there are only less than 1,600 pandas in the wild now!), i wish to visit their homeland at cheng du, sze chuan, china to see and hug them at least once in my life.

that'll happen prolly in 2011. looking forward to it!

2009-11-28T02:27:00.000+08:00

0211. today was filled with ramen, first at baikohken, my favourite stall at raffles place, north canal road then later at bishamon, a friend's recommendation at raffles city shopping centre.

today's exploration (and my previous experiences) kinda deepened my interest in the art of appreciating this authentic japanese cuisine.

everything has to be done right for that perfect bowl of ramen; richness of broth, springiness of noodles, tenderness of the cha shu, combination of toppings like menma (fermented bamboo shoot), egg, corn, butter slab... yum.

some shops serve superb sides, grilled chashu and crispy fried gyoza. but all in all, the best ramen can only be decided by the bowl of noodles itself.

looking forward to having more ramen outings to come!

2009-11-25T03:33:00.000+08:00

0328. i cant begin to describe how taxing my job is. really. but i pity my designer. losing sleep and time with your family over work? no matter what work, it's not worth it. if this is taxing for me, it must be a like swimming in quicksand for him.

luckily, even though it's tough, we still joke amidst working.

he said he's a penguin dad, my designer, like the 9pm mandarin drama serial; stay home father, looking after his kid while doing freelance design.

i said no, "with all the sleep you're giving up for work, you're now officially the panda dad."

although another week passing means my december deadlines creep even closer... i cant bear it anymore if i dont say this...

long weekend, hurry the FUCK up!

2009-11-23T03:41:00.001+08:00

0332. i dont regret leaving my previous company, but going to my new company made me learnt that the fact most people leave their managers, not their jobs... is awfully true.

my boss isn't exactly unreliable. he's just rash and haphazard. short sighted too, if i might add. perhaps it's due to the recent big scale event that had just blew over, i dont know. but if this carries on, i sorry to say that he makes a worse boss than my previous one.

i have decided to give myself 3 more weeks (since it's already my first month and first week) to decide whether i would stay on after my 3 month probation. if i think it's not worthwhile staying on, i'll begin the job hunting process all over again.

you may think: wtf am i doing? new to the job and wanting hop already...

not sure if any of you noticed, but ive started to take work home and become gan chiong about work. i dont wish to call this "becoming responsible". i AM responsible. the boss is making me take responsibility for things i didnt quite start, randomly forcing ownership upon me. aiyo, how come like that?

frankly, im someone who has fighting spirit, but when given the wrong reasons to fight... i totally give up. i wanna fight for the right reasons, for the right person, for the right ideals and motivations. i dont want to be sacrificed for the greater good... for the reasons of pleasing your clients and fattening your pockets.

3 more weeks to find out if this company is worth it at all. 3 weeks is all i will give.

2009-11-06T01:51:00.001+08:00

0149. remember the person who'd put a knife into your back because you're going to put two into his.

forgive. but never ever forget.

2009-11-02T01:28:00.001+08:00

0117. the weekend plans didnt work out as i thought, but it still turned out well.

hung out with old frens on friday. we went for dinner together after i sat and watched them hack apart a side of a cpu casing. not something you see everyday. then headed to a lan shop and gamed our hearts out into the wee hours while the outside bawled rain and thunder.

botanic gardens trip with miss octopus was scraped on saturday when some work stuff cropped up for her. we ended up having dim sum for lunch and visiting a temple to offer some incense in exchange for a peace of mind.

bought a new casual blazer that day too, and had to run helter skelter for the shuttle bus at great world city in the downpour. a really gloomy day with all the dark clouds and stuff. and the rain... relentless and unforgiving. miss octopus went home so i had dinner with sky and bunked over his place.

sunday was miss octopus' GE 10k run. went down to show support to my leading lady. im still amazed how someone who doesnt train at all can even complete it. well done!

spent the rest of the last weekend day doing work. then wrapped it up with founder's bah kut teh at balestier. seem to be eating too much of it lately. hmmm. guess somethings need an absence to prove its worth.

anyhoo, overall my weekend wasnt that bad. pretty packed. and im now pretty tired.

gotta rest, if not i'll not be able to start my weekday fight on an "awesome" day such as tomorrow - monday. ah well.

will work for weekends!

ps: didnt quite need any of that halloween crap to make my weekend. maybe next year then. shrugs.

2009-10-28T00:10:00.000+08:00

0007. wow. first day after my new job that ive finally got some free, waking time to write an entry here.

past week was a hectic rush for i-frankly-dont-know-what; new job, new tasks, new environment to adapt, new people to figure out, new clients, new vendors, new shit, new everything!

and my IPT has to coincide with my first week at work. oh boy, what fun.

2009-10-12T01:20:00.000+08:00

0113. the final week at my first job begins. new challenges loom ahead, new environment, new working culture... there is no turning back now.

pardon my anthem reference, but for the lack of a better word: majulah!

in other news, i'll most likely be shifting to 4 story walk up apartment at telok blangah drive. it'll be much closer to town, the CBD area, the future IRs, the rest of this little island in fact and the upcoming circle line. to be exact, the underpass entrance will be just downstairs of my new place.

im crossing my fingers and toes it wont be treated like a woodleigh white elephant. haha.

2009-10-09T02:06:00.000+08:00

0159. i dont understand a relationship that forbids one party to go out with another member of the opposite gender. given my understanding, this rule stands no matter what the occasion is, the reason, the time etc.

it's either possessive, immature or faithless.

or it could be all the three combined together.

ah well. the 101 ways people handle relationships. i shall mind my own business.

2009-10-07T15:54:00.000+08:00

1541. finally, im selling my flat for $310k. sometimes i wonder why people grow sentiments for a concrete house that offers no emotions and feelings for you in return, only mere necessities; a shelter over our heads, doors for our safety and privacy, power and water supply for a habitable condition.

these 9 or so years have gone past in a wink but it seems only lately when i moved in while my mother was suffering from cancer. it was a terrible time of all our family members' lives. lots of nonsensical stuff have happened here in my life while i stayed here too.

ergo, i dont have good memories with this house. nothing but death staring us in the face, inconsiderate and sometimes psychotic neighbours (like the upstairs folks who throw used condoms out their windows onto our level), hefty transportation bills for being so incredibly far from everyone and anyone and worst of the lot... my nasty and shortlived varsity experience which cost me $3k and half an economic year. haiz.

it's time to thow all the bad stuff away and start afresh somewhere else. somewhere closer to town.

2009-10-01T01:31:00.001+08:00

0127. had my haircut for the first time in a while last saturday. turned out to be a refreshing punk rock mohawk hairdo which is quite not very me.

but why do i sound so calm when i usually detest having my hair chopped?

because there is NOTHING i could do when the shaver goes down onto my head. no ctrl+z button for real life stuff. cant ctrl+v my fallen hair back from the ground. no close and do not save.

and no turning back for waltzing into the hairdresser's arrogantly saying, "surprise me."

2009-09-28T02:20:00.003+08:00

0212. in the midst of being busy with my life. regardless, it has been enjoyable.

yesterday, miss octopus and i did random things. i was pleased and genuinely surprised that she was spontaneous. i like that a lot. it opens new horizons for the both of us. im glad i still can learn new things about her 17.5 months into the relationship. we're growing stronger together.

today, two friends and i went places and shot random stuff with our cameras. again, a spontaneous and wonderful event. fruitful too. we went around shooting, chilled and drank tea. even though the weather was rather merciless, the company and activity was excellent.

so what's up tomorrow? it's monday. a work day in the office that can suck it and die and i wouldn't give a shit about, really.

15 more days to closure and it's toodles to y'all!

with that said, im off to bed.

2009-09-21T03:53:00.000+08:00

0349. i resent people who assume they know who i am.

that if i own a bloody dslr, i MUST be at events that features pretty models or cars or the like.

sorry to disappoint you, my friend. im not a fanboy with a camera like you are. i dont own my camera for the purpose of showing off shots of pretty models and what not. what you think you own your camera for compared to my reasons are worlds apart. so dont assume you know me and asked me why i wasnt there.

not because i didnt wanted to.

more because i dont have the need to be like you and the rest of them mindless shutterbug fanboys.

2009-09-20T17:30:00.000+08:00

1728. finally, closure.

the new phase, starting 19 october, was described to be challenging and demanding. but i strive for the weekends. and the increased pay as well of cos.

i'll see to it that i'll survive with my slacker mentality.

live. and let live.

2009-09-16T02:23:00.001+08:00

0215. an emergency is a situation where people, ideally, panic. say an air crash, or a derailed train. but instead, i could foresee people whipping out their mobile devices to send their last words as tweets.

i think technology these days have this effect that would render all probable notions of "fuck! i'm going to die!" into "holy shit! i have to share this!".

im just glad social networking about an imminent accident with oneself involved in it could temporarily take one's mind off facing unavoidable death.

a twitter / facebook death. cool.

2009-09-11T01:18:00.001+08:00

0117. sigh, closure is elusive.

in life, most of the time you can have the cake but you just cant eat it.

so near yet so god damned far.

2009-09-09T01:58:00.001+08:00

0158. hopefully, closure.

2009-09-08T02:08:00.000+08:00

0158. as the bus slowed to a halt at its berth, my brain instructed my legs to carry me down the line and up to the entrance through practiced mechanical routine. the little card reader buzzed and i let myself slide into one of the many weathered but smooth synthetic leather seats.

as the vehicle traveled towards home, the trees and buildings crawled past the large glass panel in an orderly fashion. hazy lights from passing cars on the opposite lane eased across, then before leaving the commercial area at the bus interchange, the ugly hue of vomit pink crept by.

beyond that was a straight stretch of orange street lights and tainted yellow and white markings on the tar road. the red traffic lights seemed to flicker like a lethargic sloth, somewhat like how this final bus trip for the day is feeling like so far.

at long last, which timed about roughly 8 minutes, the gigantic double-decker arrived at my stop. i found myself standing at a familiar bus shelter as the bus took off, leaving behind a cloud of invisible carbon monoxide.

and as if in mockery that the night has grown thin and my brain screaming for a little oxygen, i yawned.

tears of sleepiness welled up in my eyes.

2009-09-06T23:59:00.002+08:00

2350. you cant control when buses arrive. you cant control when the cinema operators would stop playing advertisements and trailers and just get on with the film proper. you cant control the weather.

so you wait for buses to arrive. you wait for films to start. and you wait for the skies to stop raining so you can go out and fly some kites.

at the end of the road, you wait for the doctor's call to his/her room, an emotionless bright red led display of some digits, then you stay in a hospital because some disease has finally gotten its way with you, and henceforth begins your final hospital stay.

perhaps one day, enough patience will produce a cure. you may leave the hospital and lead your life again. but then again, at 80 years of age, what else do you have left for you?

in life, there is nothing for us to control. you think you are in control, but mostly all those little things that wont affect the ending to this story called "life" delude you; you could learn how to drive a car to avoid waiting for the bus, you could buy a dvd to avoid waiting for the films to open at the theatres, and you could stay indoors and read a book instead of wanting to fly a kite in the rain.

control? you can call it whatever you want. in the end, try controlling the final destined day of your death. you simply cant. the truth is we're all just waiting for our turns to meet our maker.

i wont doubt it.

and so, we all wait.

2009-09-01T02:30:00.001+08:00

0229. the nonchalant waitress replies to her customer's query, "sorry, we dont serve hot cakes with lukewarm jaguar blood and fresh bat guano. can i get you a mcmuffin instead?"

"bummer," says the ancient sacrificial totem.

2009-08-31T03:43:00.000+08:00

2009-08-28T18:17:00.001+08:00

1815. getting weird punishments for making weird remarks.

cl@rice says (6:09 PM):
hmm is ok lah
i shld be able to do myself
juz a few email reports to send
and waiting for a proposal
IAWИOH says (6:10 PM):
wah!
proposal
lol...
who's the lucky guy? =p
cl@rice says (6:12 PM):
dear dear!
cl@rice says (6:13 PM):
to shut u up..u shall help me submit leads online again
haha

morale of the story: when you look for trouble, you WILL indefinitely find it. haha.

ps: i love my gf. =)

2009-08-28T00:23:00.001+08:00

0009. tom waved at me as i stepped out of the gantry at dover mrt. he is vietnamese but speaks a passable level of english. the AI-S 50mm f1.4 E prime lens he held in his hands that was made in the 80s looked haggard and frail, but it felt substantially heavy when he passed it to me.

although the front element was speckled with dust, as i tested some shots, i found that they made no impact on the images at all. the focus ring was smooth and result bokeh was creamy from f2.8 onwards. i liked it. especially when i had to put in effort to make sure the manual focus was sharp instead of relying on the automation of a modern dslr.

so i paid him, and bought his word too that if i wanted a full refund, i could meet him again within a month. basically, i was renting this lens until i decide it's good enough not to return it for my money.

manual focusing and metering is troublesome, but they let me learn the most out of this hobby. i hope in time to come, my experiences will be put to good use. =)

2009-08-27T01:04:00.000+08:00

0054. i was on the late night train home and i was amazed by how my senses were engaged.

sight: bright fluorescent lights, wearied, tiresome faces, reflections of hand held game consoles on players' glasses, lackluster plastic seats.

sound: constant rumbling, low chatter, occassional laughter, a couple's soft whispers, tapping of keys being depressed on a cell phone.

touch: cold metal handle bars, grimy overused hand grips, jagged paint chippings, wrinkled floor mattings.

smell: fastfood from the clothes of last shift employees, sweat from a hard's day labour, remnants of cologne, stale air conditioning.

taste: absent.

hmm. if they never had the 'no food and drinks while on board the train' rule, i could have filled the last sense up too.

oh well.

2009-08-19T01:36:00.001+08:00

0136. we all have kinks in our armours that we dont wish to talk about.

dont we?

2009-08-16T01:13:00.002+08:00

0041. this just in:

i will never trust another retailer who grabs random and obviously exorbitant numbers from the air, punches them into a casio calculator, shows me the display and tells me, "genuine product, can't find this price elsewhere one."

on top of that, when i immediately reflect to him that the price is way over the stratosphere (and silently in my mind to him that im no fucking tourist, asshole):

he does some mental sums and punches in another set of numbers, this time 10% lower than the first but still can be deemed as an extortion, and says, "i give you discount lah."

fuck you and your calculator. here's why:

1) im not deaf. you can tell me the price loud and clear. you dont need to shove some numerals on a piece of cheap ancient device into my sight.

2) i repeat - im not a fucking tourist, asshole.

3) you didnt consult ANYONE for that price. no price tags, no price lists. dont pull prices from that receeding hairline of yours and expect me to buy it.

4) you didnt consult ANYONE for that "discount" either (cos this guy wasnt the boss, tell you how i knew later).

5) dont even dream that i do not know the market price and try to rip me off.

6) and the most important thing of all: SERVICE ATTITUDE. if you speak to me with that condescending tone of yours for whatever reasons you have, which i dont give a flying fuck to, i'll just walk off.

which, in fact, i did.

he called after me when i took my camera back (i was trying to buy a stock rubber eyecup) and left, "tell me what's your budget lah, i talk to my boss!"

which proved that he did not know the price (and he wasnt the boss!). i wanted to turn back and signal to him a single digit number less than 2 in the form of flicking him the bird. but i decided not to waste anymore time. so i walked on.

good luck to anyone buying or have bought stuff from these assholes at sim lim square #01-63 (HI-V Trading). and good luck to them being able to sell anything at all.

ps: the shop name has an uncanny resemblance to a sexually transmitted disease. stupid fools.

2009-08-13T02:36:00.000+08:00

0221. being miserly had nothing to do with spending lesser on a piece of second hand precision equipment.

i was merely being prudent.

putting the costs aside, ive always wanted to try photography with my own dslr camera instead of constantly trying to borrow such an expensive piece of gadget from my friends. and lest i forget, my own camera should include, at least:

1) a lowepro ex180 camera bag
2) a hoya 52mm uv filter

both of which i do not own at the moment. anyone keen to sponsor me?

ah. prudence at work again.

2009-08-07T12:50:00.001+08:00

1251. lez, with his cock and balls project. LOL!

IAWИOH says (12:44 PM):
what's 'the cock'?
zuwei says (12:44 PM):
shuttlecock launcher
zuwei says (12:45 PM):
lol
for badminton players
IAWИOH says (12:47 PM):
OOOH
interesting!
zuwei says (12:47 PM):
yep
IAWИOH says (12:47 PM):
somewhat like the tennis ball launcher?
zuwei says (12:47 PM):
kinda
but trickier
IAWИOH says (12:47 PM):
yea
projectile trajectories and such
nice =)
zuwei says (12:47 PM):
lol
that aint much prob
IAWИOH says (12:47 PM):
it should be able to execute SMASHES
HAHAHAA
zuwei says (12:47 PM):
the launch is hard
yep
IAWИOH says (12:48 PM):
cos the cock isnt round like normal balls
cock and balls
zuwei says (12:48 PM):
yep
IAWИOH says (12:48 PM):
nice project u have going on here
HAHAHAA
zuwei says (12:48 PM):
enuff of the innuendos there
lol
IAWИOH says (12:48 PM):
hahahahaha
zuwei says (12:48 PM):
else i'm thinking you're coming on to me
;)
IAWИOH says (12:48 PM):
c'mon
IAWИOH says (12:49 PM):
u've made passes at me since 10 years ago?
cut me some slack, dude
=x

2009-08-07T01:34:00.000+08:00

0121. i looked into the mirror and there was this empty patch at the top of my crowning glory; somewhat akin to a clearing in the forest, or an area of hiroshima that got nuked out back in 1945.

fuck, i was freaking balding!

the said "clearing" appeared to be about as big as the size of a burger, or maybe even larger. definitely androgenic alopecia aka male pattern balding, no doubt. i cautiously prod the open area with my finger and the skin really felt like my own scalp. damn, my hairline wasnt even receding yet and this happens!

then strangely, i tugged at the back of my head and peeled an adhesive object off the top of my crown. the balding patch (along with some fake hair along the edges) came off just like a worn out plaster on a girl's feet that wanted to fit into some heels.

and there it was, under the bald scalp sticker, was my own natural hair. before i had time to react, i woke up, subconsciously touching the top of my head.

got hair, got hair. whew. just another of my weirdo dreams.

2009-08-05T01:38:00.002+08:00

0121. i didnt hear tyres screech, or any loud crashing for that matter, when the two vehicles collided. it just so happened that i was gazing out of my mother's room to the ground below that i saw the heap of metal and smoke.

there had been an unfortunate accident. a container truck of sorts had smashed into an oncoming minibus. from where i was, a pile of squashed metal and glass was what remained of the smaller vehicle. the hair at my nape stood when the sound hit my ears. children were crying. and there was blood.

i found myself appearing downstairs, closer to the carnage. the driver of the overturned container truck was nowhere to be seen. all i witness at the scene were pedestrians trying to save bloodied kids out of the piece of scrap metal pasted to the tar floor. all i heard were cries of children, and all i saw was blood in its deepest crimson.

unknowingly, i had moved to stand a stone's throw away from the epicenter of the bloodbath. body parts of children were mangled and sandwiched within the seams of what was used to construct the minibus. i saw a head or two, and a massive pool of innards squirming on the vehicle's crushed chasis. i could no longer see the tar on the road as the blood oozed to my feet.

i looked down and saw myself wearing the shoes i went to work in. the blood swept onto them, splattering all over the leatherwork.

oddly, i didnt felt like hurling my last meal despite the gruesome event. i just woke up after my shoes were dirtied. i found my head on my familiar pillow, with the images of the trauma burned and etched in my mind.

and those images pretty much ruined the rest of my day.

2009-08-04T02:48:00.000+08:00

0232. when one or more of the following things happen to your life, you begin to blog lesser:

1) being tired from work, leaving no space for creativity at home
2) microblogging, the lazy man's answer to macroblogging (as such, this post)
3) returning to an old hobby of reading, mostly fiction
4) enriching my emotional and psychological state of mind by being an active participant in the social circles and relationships around me
5) and overall, spending less time with this dreaded machine

weekdays are filled from head to toe with, for the lack of a better word, shit. to earn that measly payroll i have to push pen, paper and keyboard buttons. boring stuff, really. kills all, whatever, any passion or interest i would have had outside of school in the past.

doesnt matter to me, it's things like these that will ultimately keeps me out of focus. which is bad. so im quite really better off without them; film making, amateur photography and all that juju.

weekends are packed, usually, with saturdays spent on forging stronger bonds with my loved ones and sundays on resting so i can tackle an entire work week of work. i just hope i have more time over the rest periods to brighten up the people whom i love, to encourage them and urge them along the upcoming week.

because the feeling would be mutual. i would be stirred and psyched to face a brand new week of challenges.

life might have become a systematic cycle, but i am approximately at least 500% happier than i used to be.

dont really got plans, but at least things are fine the way they are now. there will be better days ahead, i foresee.

so, please, let the mayans be retarded and wrong. the world wont end at 2012. if it did, i'll be sad.

cos i wont even reach the fabled age of 30 (where i have previously decided it would be my limit) yet.

2009-07-30T21:41:00.000+08:00

2139. after more than one and a half years, the "appreciation" i got is a laughable 3%.

so much for the good news.

2009-07-21T00:36:00.000+08:00

0032. it's ironic how some things that are essential to life will one day kill us too. like oxygen and the sun.

if only life isnt as complicated. but then again, it would be less than interesting, wont it?

2009-07-17T15:52:00.001+08:00

0350. "what would YOU dress up as during halloween this year?"

"adam, from the bible."

2009-07-14T00:34:00.000+08:00

0032. my mother never fails to surprise me.

oh man. the fire was interrupted BIG TIME.

thanks ma. really.

2009-07-09T02:05:00.000+08:00

0142. ndp09 is only a month away. i wonder how many of us are genuinely excited over our country's birthday? or is it none of our business at all? let's find out.

those who are under the age of 12: "clap clap cheer cheer (for what also dunno, just do it for fun)!"

those who are still in army: "knnbccb, tio ndp. nvm, got free kfc."

those who are no longer in the army: "heng ord liao! ndp can go and fuck off!"

those who are anti big outdoor crowds: "go there so squeezy and noisy, and no aircon! worse than squeezing on mrt!"

those who are lazy: "watch at home better. got aircon and can switch to hbo if boring also."

those who are into pyrotechnics: "sit at the bay watch for what? watch from the bridge better!"

those who are currently working or studying full time: "LONG WEEKEND!"

and lastly, those who think like me: "not sure why people are cheering and being happy when the gahmen is burning taxpayer's moolah for the same shit every year. nothing fresh, and nothing to clap about!"

2009-07-08T15:34:00.000+08:00

1531. here's to a simple yet awesome night out with bday boy hao and the guys; dinner at fish and co, chocolate banana from awfully chocolate and brilliant disguise moscato from two hands...

have an unforgettable 26th, my brother from another mother.

2009-07-07T00:26:00.001+08:00

0025. for all the concerned folks about the entry dating 4 july 2009 (that i have so conveniently removed)...

and all is fine with the world.

2009-07-06T02:11:00.000+08:00

0203. the best thing on earth is spending a quiet, rainy afternoon with the love of your life, sipping hot drinks and cuddling as the cold, gloomy world out there swirls in a pile of financial turmoil, threats of imminent disease and violence, and (a closer example to us here) political imbalance.

perceived safety is an imaginable sphere you draw around yourself; how safe will determine how thick this sphere is drawn. if you allow this enclosure to thin or leak, you damage yourself psychologically with anguish and anxiety.

dont worry and be happy! live everyday and cherish each moment with your loved ones. let them know that they are part of this safety sphere and make them feel the same sense of security.

that way, even if a catastrophe ends the world... you know you will always be in the arms of your loved ones and vice versa.

2009-07-04T02:41:00.009+08:00

404! the blog entry you are trying to read cannot be found.

or has been removed. or whatever.

2009-07-03T00:05:00.000+08:00

0004. i should have known better than to waste my time writing to you fucking useless dipshits.

go fuck yourselves, you so called officials.

2009-07-02T02:30:00.002+08:00

0223. someone posted a question to me today concerning the massive closeness of game graphics to reality as computers become more powerful to handle better rendering and animation.

"if graphic realism in driving games, for example, simulates actual driving, does this realism in violent games, such as BioShock, simulate murder?"

murder is admittedly a heinous crime, punishable by corporal means if found guilty on this island of ours. but how we have come so far as to blur the line between virtual and reality begins to bother me.

with all these viscous undead blood, dismembered body parts and brain goo splattering all over my screen... should i consider myself a zombie serial killer in the eyes of the law?

i dont think it's fair to blur this thin line. it's the only thing that a gamer has to bind him unto reality yet allow him the methods of escapism away from being real. a gosu who seeks entertainment and perfection in his gaming skills will always float on the line, and will never offset the balance by moving even an inch off. realistic visuals only add to the excitement when chasing this high.

2009-06-30T00:28:00.001+08:00

0026. insolence is no different from heroin.

addiction is their side effect. a favourable one at that.

2009-06-29T03:25:00.000+08:00

0316. was talking to miss c about all the things we did as kids; she with her 5 stones and me with my one leg matches.

though we're 2 years apart, we were raised in a more or less similar era of the 80s. it was an age of innocence, she said, to which i agree. we enjoyed our lives, carefree like the mynahs and sparrows in our neighbourhood housing estates. we didnt gave a damn to war, to economic crisis, to pandemics, or whether we would have dinner set on the table by the end of the day.

but i would never wanna go back to that time when i was young and naive. i knew so little about the world and thought about so little things. all i cared for was to do well academically so my parents would reward me.

it's true everything on hindsight seems clearer. im glad i am where i am today, no matter what the problems are presently around or going to be ahead of me. because when she is by my side, i feel empowered.

i feel i can take on the world without batting an eyelid.

2009-06-28T15:36:00.001+08:00

1518. these days, i feel as if the world has gone mad with turmoil.

the thais and the iranians are have political violence in their own countries. people smashing up property and cars, massive numbers of protesters roaming the streets, clashes, riots... resulting in death and bloodshed.

h1n1 spree is still on the rampage across the world as it claims more lives in the US and infects more people in other countries, namely our own little island city. with schools, army camps, clubs becoming hotspots where people congregate, spreading the infection becomes easy. the number has grown to 315.

tensions of a nuclear war strickens even a peaceful country like ours. as the US navy spots a north korean ship sailing pass china in our direction, being the world's busiest port and refuelling hub, we begin to wonder if taking up "appropriate action" would aggravate this tension. what if they carried weapons? do we intercept? north korea did say that any interception will be seen as "an act of war". the US navy has a destroyer tailing it... but who is it to say that the north koreans won't hurt an innocent US ally to demonstrate their malice?

all this uneasiness is making my head woozy. i dont know much, but sometimes, i feel that it's better to keep my loved ones close. if the world ends tomorrow, i know even if i havent done anything great in life, we are together.

2009-06-26T01:06:00.001+08:00

0048. so h1n1 cases are on the rise. k decided to search for PPCs (pandemic preparedness clinics) through moh's site. here goes the msn convo.

kenophobic says (12:36 AM):
moh use street directory
IAWИOH says (12:37 AM):
lmao
kenophobic says (12:37 AM):
instead of gothere.sg
http://www.street-directory.com/hpb.ppc/
IAWИOH says (12:37 AM):
i clicked boon lay
kenophobic says (12:38 AM):
how many u have?
IAWИOH says (12:38 AM):
and i got a very very despairing result
"Sorry, there is no clinic found from your search criteria."
so we're screwed?
lol!
kenophobic says (12:38 AM):
U SURE?
IAWИOH says (12:38 AM):
yea
u try boon lay
kenophobic says (12:39 AM):
EH REALLY LEI

and so, dear folks from boon lay, if the pandemic hits, we're all fucked.

or so i thought.

later, k found out there were 10 in jurong west, an area closer to me. compared to his 6 in marine parade.

ok saved! =D

2009-06-25T15:37:00.001+08:00

1526. did we, as a nation, and our beloved almighty government; mr lee and his monarchy-like cabinet of money-faced chimpanzees, learn nothing from the h4n1 and sars epidemics?

or is the media puffing up the news about the sharply ascending number of h1n1 cases to scare the apeshit out of the citizens (so that we will know the taste of fear and end up relying on the powerful government to step up in the nick of time to save this crumb of an island)?

either way, we lose. whether we get our gst offset package in july or not.

lee 10 (10 sounds like a decent number since i lost count), citizens 0.

2009-06-24T02:48:00.011+08:00

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2009-06-22T02:42:00.001+08:00

0235. father day's had slipped by faster than i thought. i had a simple dinner with my folks; we ate out, to commemorate something we keep silent in the family - the appreciation for my dad.

over the years, the credit of bringing up my sister and i are his to keep. he worked hard and put the bread on the table, but there was never once when he whined about it. he kept clean from vices and loves his wife and his children unconditionally.

even so, we do not thank or praise him outright because my folks are conventional and conservative asian parents who do not show their children their love blatantly. so my sister and i do the same but in one way or another, we find ways to display our gratitude.

i respect my dad for being a man of virtue, a symbol of perseverance to me, and ultimately, a father figure whom i can never come close to.

happy belated father's day, pa.

2009-06-20T02:09:00.001+08:00

0205. sooner or later, we'll come to a point where we will have to confess that the fire was started by the two of us.

there is no escaping the sweet sound of music. we will have to face it by ourselves. alone.

that is until we get caught trying to burn down the house.

but i have learnt that as long as you dont get caught, nothing is wrong or illegal.

2009-06-19T02:57:00.000+08:00

0253. being special wont mean a thing if nothing is done to stand out against the rest of the mundane ordinary.

conformity makes humans behave like sheep. like cheap pathetic clones.

2009-06-17T02:22:00.000+08:00

0220. ive come to terms with failure, and accepting the fact that whatever i output in this life will never surpass the genius and talent of those destined to be.

it's like... i now know failure on a first name basis.

hi, bob.

2009-06-16T13:22:00.001+08:00

1320. the next person to ask me to organise an event or a gathering will get kicked in the face.

2009-06-16T04:21:00.000+08:00

0412. today, while traveling on the bus home, i stared at my shoes. although i'd brushed it a couple of times, it still looked ragged and worn out.

i have lost my shine.

but unlike my shoes, it's not the kind of shine that will return after brushing. it's the kind that gets washed down the toilet bowl and will never be yours once you've lost it.

no matter how hard or how long you try to brush it again.

in this big process called self discovery, i have lost tonnes of things. i guess it's now finally time to admit that i have lost the sparkle.

2009-06-14T17:33:00.000+08:00

1718. it's strange how people you havent met in a while dont seem to recognise you on the streets but are able to do so after you approach them on social networks sites?

in real life:

"im sorry, do i know you?"

on facebook:

"hey it's you! so how have you been? i think (after checking out all your wonderful pictures on your facebook albums) we havent seen each other in prolly like a year?"

i thought to myself, "wow. not really, cause it's been almost 3!"

what is this becoming of? are virtual identities and presences turning into some kind of new society trend that supersedes our real memories of another human being? so much that you rely on flickr pictures, facebook comments or tweets to individualise a person?

what have we become? puppets of the world wide web? whatever happened to face to face interaction, body language and the uniqueness in everyone's scent and voice? everything has been diluted by information on "personalised" facebook profiles and psuedo memories rebuilt from flickr images.

this is seriously abhorrent!

2009-06-12T12:38:00.009+08:00

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epic tgif!

2009-06-12T03:50:00.000+08:00

0340. first, phua chu kang, the infamous singaporean (and some even say batam) ah beng contractor in his yellow boots tickled the funny bones of primetime coach potatoes in the mid 90s.

then, he gave us the SARS song to remind us to take care of hygiene matters - to wash our hands regularly and not to spit everywhere we deemed fit.

and now... pck makes a comeback in a less than theatrical release as the public transport courtesy ambassador or something to teach my fellow countrymen the meaning of graciousness. there are pictures of him with speech bubbles going: "give up this seat to someone who needs it more than you... OR I'LL KICK YOUR PUNK ASS OUT THE BUS!" or "let me alight first YOU IRRITATING KIASU MRT GAN CHIONG SPIDER!"

wow. a signature tv character goes a looooong way. anyway, happy 13th anniversary pck! i sincerely hope the new series "phua chu kang sdn bhd" can take our dear neighbour by storm as well.

ps: the speech bubble text has undergone a slight degree of cosmetic enhancement. reader disgression is advised.