Born Dreaming

Revival?

2008-10-15T06:38:00.000-07:00

I was so much happier back then! Wow. Sometimes i just amaze myslef. Mysefl. Myself. Wow. Army does alot to a man. I was reading my old posts. Nostalgia is something I really hate. I guess it's because it keeps reminding me of simpler times. So much simpler. I'm amazed. My last post here was about a year or so ago. This blog has been here since Sec School.Wow. It's been through alot.I hate it when all the memories start drifting up, when i blow the dust of these old old archives. And yet, it's starngely gratifying. Some posts are really good. It did teach me that i am who i am inside. I'm still that crazy,idiotic, ranting annoying bastard i was. Love me or hate me, it's who i am inside. I've just been too caught up in these goddamn hormones. I'm forgetting. No wait. I'm remembering. I've gotta be happy. It's been years. I've dug a hole of pain and sadness for myself. It's gotta go. The person i love most in still in my life. She would like me out of this rut as well. Somewhere deep down inside of me, where there is that bright yellow memories and love, that small voice tells me again to never give up, to relax, to let go of the bad, embrace my loves and of course, to live. The past few years have been difficult. But they're gone that's what they are.

"Breathe out,you never appreciate how good it feels." - me

Movin' on up!

2007-05-23T01:27:00.000-07:00

Well, my new blog is at borndreaming.blogspot.com Look for me there. None of the original rantings seen in this blog, but merely my collected works. Have fun, and remember, LOVE,LIFE, CELEBRATION!

Back again

2007-01-22T00:37:00.000-08:00

I hate it that blogger takes so long to load. All my inspiration drains away.

Well. Alot's been going through my mind lately. Dark,Light,Everything in between.I'm just tired. I guess this is what growing up is.Exhaustion.When you just can't give a damn anymore. I'm happiest doing lit.And, when i'm with her.I have to learn to be happy when i'm alone.With my thoughts, which are oh so prone to going on flights of fancy.Yet. I grew up in that fantasy. I won't leave it.Not even if i really grow up.Fiction without moral is pointless. For combating the dark, this is ally enough.Time i started down that path that i always wanted to go on. One void of anger, void of any ill intent.I am ready to walk it.And put childish flash anger and bad thoughts aside.I love my life.I love Life.

Annoyance

2006-12-16T09:12:00.004-08:00

I dunno if i told you this before, but you know what i can't stand? Those schoolgirls, of course, i am not being in the least sexist,but it usually is schoolgirl, who stand at the exit of the bus door blocking the way. Now this act is forgivable with relevance to two factors.One, The vehicle of course, being too croweded, with no seats either to the front or back of the bus.Two. If the said school girl was going to alight at the stop next.In most cases, never happens.The boys are not without their faults. They're the little tyrants running all over the place.Now. I hate, no, abhorr, travelling on the bus when school's just out. It evens smells bad.Scarily enough, a scent that i know absolutely well.The scent of chalk and sweat and old bottles that substitute the rare delicacy that is the soccer ball. Now, you know i'm not just a mean old child hating dirtbag. I was one too, and i'll be darned of i ever was like that. Or worse, allow my children to face this nonsense.

Respect

2006-12-10T05:41:00.000-08:00

I respect women. I know, i don't care if i sound fruity or un-masculine, or anything that you judge me as. I respect women. No, i'm not kissing up to the feminist movement, nor am i saying this to please my beloved(Though i do feel she will be so proud.) I am saying this, merely, because this is how I feel. Piercing my ear might have had something to do with it. I finally saw the amount of hardship women go through over the course of their lives. And i ask if the stereotypical "weaker sex" is really all that weak.

Piercing ears is one thing. It doen't hurt at first, but take it out, and you've got a glorious world of hurt. It's not the type of hurt that you get when someone punches you. The kind you can shrug off because of the testosterone. No. It's the kind that draws, invariably, a tear to your eye. It doesn't make you scream out in agony, but it simply hurts,damn it. Like a tiny tiny shrak with tiny tiny razor teeth gnawing away like there's no tomorrow,and it were chewing on a honey glazed ham.It's also a wound that isn't exactly allowed to heal. Ouch.

It only starts at ear piercings, but, trust me it gets worse.Child birth. Women are giving BIRTH to BABIES. Can you imagine just how painful that is?

The world was intended to be matriarchial. Lionesses hunt. Matriachs lead the elephant herd. Somewhere along the way, the natural order of things got screwed up.

I am man enough to respect women. You should be too.

Of the faces,and their couplets

2006-11-28T19:27:00.000-08:00

You know, I ran into an old friend the other day. From primary school. We haven't seen each other in four years.And she remembers my name clearer than day. Was I That unforgettable?

It got me to thinking you know.That everyone that you meet,that you're gonna meet,You're gonna remember them by one incident that happened in your exchange. One line they said to you. That line will resound in you, and over the years, is the line that you will think of whenever you remember their name.I guess it takes time. For that uncanny line to surface up and glue itself to the memory of the face and name.So, what i'm getting at , is that we all remember people by a single thing they say to us.

Like,there was this guy called ronald. He got into a riff with my best friend at the time. And he choke-slammed(wrestling was a single important medium of communication last time) my best friend's well, friend. The words i remember him by are " who's next?". I was prepared for a fight, but it never happened,because we became friends the next day.

As people come and go, my life is invariably filled with quotes, wisdom, they leave behind. And my mortal memory shall honour these as long as i am able.

Toilet musings 1

2006-11-27T05:00:00.000-08:00

And it's actually quite funny as I think during late night TV time, who would be the one lying on the other's shoulder crying softly at the arthouse flick and who would be the one who rolls their eyes and wants to switch to soccer. Wow. My life is so weird. Ah well.

Here's something i came up with in the toilet. All of the work, and the following idea are solely the property of Paul Victor,2006. Thank you. Enjoy!

They call me the teller. Of course, in your world, it would make you think of, most probably, a bank teller. One of those yuppies who act like they’re so highly paid, who wear their branded suits which so much pride and say, they work in “finances”. And yet, who sit, oblivious, behind a counter and a sign which says, “Hi, I’m Donald, happy to serve you.” Oh, How I hate their remarks, and that look they give me when I say I would like to deposit twenty five dollars. Give a working man some credit! It’s an honest amount. Well, so anyway, they call me the teller. The Teller of Tales. Did it create more of an effect, the capitalizing? I thought it would. Time and again, I ask myself why those bumpkins couldn’t have made it more, well, adventurous. Like, The Druid. Or the Oracle. Yes, the Oracle. No one messes with the oracle. The great Grand High all knowing Oracle. Yet, I guess, my role in this tale is far from grand or of great import. You see, I saw the world, that world, not the one you are sitting in, in your cozy armchairs, reading my ramblings with bad lighting on, that world, which I so briefly visited, through the eyes of a tea kettle.

Let us get one thing straight here, this is not your everyday, run of the mill fairy story where tea kettles talk(though I did) and wizards have long flowy beards(The one in my story had one, but that was by pure coincidence) and where unicorns play all day with pixies and forest nymphs. Unicorns, my friend, contrary to popular young female belief, are enormously stupid creatures. Their horns, for example, are an evolutionary wonder that enables them to stop walking into trees. Pixies are sly little buggers that would try to sell you leprechaun gold(which vanishes at the in the moonlight)at a profit. And forest nymphs can hardly be mentioned on the off chance this book in misplaced in the children’s section of the library. Let me just say I tend to whistle whenever I see one.
By now you will probably either be so captivated as to carry on reading, or be thinking that I’m some kind of crackpot(no pun intended). Well, to the latter, let me allow you the promise that the forest nymphs, or one at least, is an integral part of the main plot. And to the ladies, a dashing young hero is also in presence, alongside a Bard who singeth songs of romance and gaiety. Did I mention the bard always wore a tunic so that you could always see his washboard stomach? Got your attention? Good. Let’s move on.

There.Hopefully the start of an epic fantasy of magic, romance and...humour.Well.

Clarity.

2006-11-22T04:18:00.000-08:00

Once every while, God sends you a little calm, amid the raging tempest that is life.A tiny incentive if you will, a chance for all the negative to leave, and trust me, it's gone, and all the positive to take over. A chance for all that sunlight, happy, shimmering ...well, love. And when you cast away the demons of worry,anger and such, everything becomes so much more perfect.And life, is actually livable.

And peace, finally takes hold. To step on the badness, until nothing more remains. And you open your eyes, and ask yourself, why you were doing all the ill that you were. It doesn't matter if the world we're living in sucks,they way you want to live in it comes into existence, and the principles and morals that you place so highly becomes infused to that peace.And that peace, finally, fuses into your being. And I am clear about my life.Thank you, Thank me, Thank God.Perfect.

The Growing Bubble

2006-11-16T03:25:00.000-08:00

Growing up. It's seeing the same things in a different way i guess. But it keeps changing you know,inkilings of the past do remain...but... It's like, i'm a dust particle in a bubble, which eventually pops.Only, i find myself in another bubble, a larger bubble. Things that couldn't be seen past the bubbly exterior of the old bubble make themselves known in the new one. And eventually, i drift to the edge of the bubble, and me, being of non- soapy nature, pops the bubble.Only, again, to find myself in a new universe of ever expanding bubble.And within that bubble, the air that was contained in the old bubbles mingle freely with the air of the new.And that, i guess, is growing up.

Or, you might say, it's a perpetual metamorphosis from cacoon into insect, only to find that you're still within a cacoon, to be made member to the insect world after you shed. Again. And Again. I find it...saddening, that things from your past are all diffrent when you 'grow up'. Like, Barney for example.Once, he was fun and songs and joy. Now, he's just a huge purple homosexual dinosaur.

They say that when you look at a Rembrandt now, and again in twenty years, you're gonna see it differently. I don't think for a second it's just paintings that this occurs in.Like the sky, you know?It's unparalled beauty, every cloud formation, a gift, a delicate painting, from God to you. You just don't take notice.Am I the only one who can continue to look upon beauty,just as it is?

"And I try to remain wholesome in a bootilicious world."
-Me.

Something like...

2006-11-14T20:18:00.000-08:00

Deja Vu.You know, the feeling that this moment has happened before.Deja Vu.You know, the feeling that this moment has happened before.Ever felt it?Kind of a weird phenomemnon,i didn't read up about it, but those bigwig neuro-whatchamacallems probably say that an external stimuli caused a sync with the brain's neurospectroscopic mambo yadda yadda.Well, to me, it's a curious thing that makes life, all the more interesting.

But.I don't just get Deja Vu(s).But.I don't just get Deja Vu(s). Mine can get quite freaky, and it happens pretty often. Oftimes I find myself at a very familiar junction that I know I've walked down before(Metaphorically). Yet, Deja Vu is the felling that the moment itself, is familiar.I find myself experiencing it, you could say, momentarily BEFORE the moment.It's pretty weird, i can then clearly see myself,choosing a particular action in the nexus of possibilities, and then, the resultant consequence of that action.It's not that I'm just imagining it, i can actually really see myself, as in see, what would have happened.Or what can happen, if you think about it that way.Almost like...premonitions, I guess. It would be above me to grant myself a gift, if you will.But it really is freaky,for lack of a better word,when it happens. I don't really know what it can be classified as, a warning? Or is it jsut my imagination working over time because it doesn't want me to suffer for my actions? But why can't I shake off that funny Deja Vu-ish feeling?

The Matrix saw Deja Vu as corruption in the program.

And then there's Jamais Vu.The very opposite of Deja Vu, that something so familiar can seem so new and exciting again.Kinda like Christi. Hee.

Here's how you can induce it.Look at the door. Door.Door.Door.It's a Door. like, Door. D O O R.Haha. Door.A door. door. door. door. door. door.door. door. door. door. door. door. door. door .door. door.door.door. door.A Door. Is it how it's even spelt anymore? Door.

Monumental Tradition

2006-11-11T03:15:00.000-08:00

And now I suddenly find myself gaining a comparitive affinity to hawker food.I'm starting to feel disgusted about fast food.Think about it.Everyone eats the same thing.It's cooked the same way.It's prepared the same way, everyday, day in, day out. Same batter, nothing new.Anything new would just be a planned publicity stunt on something already existing. It's all the same anyway! They're gonna fry it in the same batter, it's gonna taste the same.All that conformity is disgusting.What with all the health hypes and transfats issues, I, the tired consumer will now switch to good old hawker food.

Ahh, hawker food.Every meal is different.Not jus tthe variety,no everytime they prepare it, it's gonna taste different.Taste different, but the inkling of a constant is always present, because the same ingredients are used.Not the strict completely similar fast food. And also, with every dish you eat, a little bit of culture and heritage can be felt. Tradition, and not momentum, I guess.Haha.

I guess i can only agree with Ya Kun kaya toast.Though it's kaya toast.They do still toast it the same way, no matter how hard it is to believe.It's by far the best prepared stall(?) to survive in today's pop culture world. I hate pop culture.It's all so damn superficial.

I still love the Mcpepper.And if they bring it back, i will eat it everyday.

Lookee here

2006-11-09T04:32:00.000-08:00

I have been tagged by Nan!One. Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.Two. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.Three. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.Four. Post them on your blog and let people guess which the five false ones are!Five. Get 6 others to do the same.

1)I own a lucky pair of underwear
2) I have been in the hospital for more than 5 days before
3)I hate violence,especially to women
4)I know where to buy roses for a dollar each
5)I find pink adorable
6)I have cried at a movie before
7)I have eaten betel leaves before
8)I am a fan of final fantasy
9)I hate mice
10)I want to take up rock climbing
11)I own at least one good shirt
12)I churn out poems on a regular basis
13)I have skipped PE for over a month before
14)My brother steals my slippers and loses them often
15)I like things that smell good

I now tag, Seetoe, Dan Fu,Venu, Jia Qi,Darren(in hs chinese blog) and Joy.

Facelift And A New Idea

2006-11-08T04:00:00.000-08:00

First Up, I would like to say a Thank You to Nanny for helping me out of the rut that was my ardous old blogskin.Now it looks so much better, and so much easier to read.Though i can't seem to get out of the green/white colour scheme.Old habits die hard i guess.

While waiting for the 302 at Yew Tee just now, i had the most fantastic script idea.It goes something like this,

(Showdown between Tadakatsu[Generic Japanese Warrior Name 1] and Goemon[Generic Japanese Bandit King Name 1] ensues)

Tadakatsu:You know what must be done.

Goemon:Forgive her!Forgive me! Please do not make me do this...We are but human!(In desperation)

Tadakatsu: I will fight for the sake of my honour and hers! Even if she chooses the path of a...of a peasant's Whore!(As a pained expression transcends into blind battle fury)

Goemon: ...Then,samurai(with contempt), I shall have to draw my blade.(A mirthless laugh at the irony of the situation) And teach you to be a gentleman.

(Tadakatsu unleashes a roar as he charges towards the Bandit king.Goemon likewise, runs swiftly to meet him.Both adversaries draw their blades, ringing, from their scabbards.They seem to pass each other, and only one has scored a fatal blow.Both are a now facing their backs to each other,all is still.Nearby, watching the battle, the pregnant Natsumi is crying.)

(After a long pause,Tadakatsu,already kneeling, digs the tip of his blade into the ground)

Tadakatsu: Natsumi...(In steely silence,eyes closed.) Turn away.I don't want MY child to witness this.(A smile plays on his face as Tadakatsu relinquishes the hold on his sword.He slumps to on the handle,dead.)

(Natsumi remains turned, and only the audience see her close her eyes as comprehension of Tadakatsu's forgiveness dawns.The tears continue to fall,this time, softer.)

(Goemon throws down his weapon,and crying, rushes to the samurai's body.)

End.

Something like that.Tadakatsu is actually infertile.So yeah. I gotta beef up the story some more.
Wish me luck for PW tomorrow.

The Globe

2006-11-04T07:36:00.000-08:00

Will be the name of the bar that i will eventually set up. After the Globe Theatre, of course. And over here, all the drinks will be based on the Shakespearean.Pure,Simple, Genius. The menu would contain delightful items such as,

The Hammie
-Filled with melancholy and drama, this drink has it all.Bittersweet romance and dark revenge converge in a delightful tropical twist of false lunacy that will make you lick your lips and proclaim you are but mad, north- north west. Caution,It is also very very strong, and will have you seeing ghosts soon enough.
$26.00

Spotty Orp
-A special one for the ladies that will have you simply jumping out the next window you see. A myriad of flavours that leave with just a spot of lime after-taste,truly addictive.Just don't get too obsessive about it.
$13.90(ladies drink free on wed.)

Lifting the "Ban"
-Strong,bold tastes explode with barbaric ferocity and unbirdled independence. This cocktail makes a slave out of any drinker.Blended with the freshest tropical island fruits, prepare to be spellbound by this earthy brew.

$25.00(prior drinking exp needed)

"R J" Shots
After downing our patented heady sweet "R" shot, take the strain away with our citrus sour "J" shot. The tastes merge with the intensity of a starstruck lover.Truly these two are meant to be together.

$19.00(for both shots)

House Special: The Tempest

Creating a whirlwind of flavours,colors and aromas, this drink combines all the social aspects of humanity and attempts to blend them into a community.Mixed with sweet-sour pineapples,farmyard apples and european vanilla, This drink is heavy to the senses when drunk, and light on the psyche when done.It creates the perfect illusion.Have Another!

$34.oo

Yeah, something like that.

Copyright:All products,inventions, innovations, ideas related to the Globe and its drinks are solely the property of Paul Victor.If you wish to purchase any of the ideas above, please contact me.Thank you.

Indiana Jones

2006-11-03T23:16:00.000-08:00

I woke up the most contented I've been in awhile today.I had a beautiful dream last night, of which details I will not disclose, except that i awoke to her image bursting into my mind.Glorious way to start the morning. Just perfect. Special things happened yesterday. And i fell for her again. It's a cycle i don't mind in the least being a part of.

-Editor's Cut-
(Proceed:Filler, Ver 1.1)
Start:Filler Ver 1.1
"Dan fu kanna sai"
"Dan fu Pumpkin Pie"
"Dan fu Make me Cry"
End:Filler,Ver 1.1.

And also, my heart is still not at rest.Good luck for your subs,Christi. You KNOW, i'm always here for you. It's like so duh.Just one more hurdle.You so fit, sure you can clear it.

Well, here we are, that lull in the storm.Yet let your guard down and get hit. Or, let your guard down, and evade.This is the Joy of Double Meaning.

"You know the part where he slips under the door and sticks his hand back out to get his hat just in time?Yeah."

The House Of Cards

2006-10-30T07:18:00.000-08:00

A very interesting thing that. The house of cards. Reminds me of life. Patience will get you to the top. But, you are but subjected to the whims of fate, luck, the elements and, of course, other people.Other people who blow your house of cards down with a sniff just so they can make theirs free from competition. The house of cards is life.House of cards.House. More like the mere metalworks of a building. Yet, so fragile.But if you were to make it yours, to protect it. Shelter it, then it only depends on how fragile you are, before it has chosen to fall. Yet,some houses are played, again, against the rules.Gold linings secure it in place.Only because dad could afford the luxury. The gold lined house of cards, more sturdy than the norm,fed, of course,because the norm desire it so.

Then,of course, we merge our card houses, fragile, open to the winds, with another's. To find, i guess, security and warmth. Yet, when this merger is taken apart, cards are lost, and pillars will fall.Pillars that root deep.Ha,Pillars, i have said, that root.Deep.Irony.

Yet, in a house of cards, Kings sit beside fives, aces next to fours.Maybe, it is time, i guess, that we stop building our own card houses, and focus contributing to all.For, the house of cards is made, not of one standard card, but of Aces, kings and numbers.And all can be the foundation.And any can reach the top.

Fine bit of propaganda huh.

It begins Yet again.Lolx.

2006-10-22T22:08:00.000-07:00

I thought i lost this blog for a while...Seems i was just signing in to the wrong blogger account. Haa...No, i'm not usually that blur.Stop laughing. I'll rip your arm off and slap you with it.

Life thus far huh..Nothing much.Alot of waiting.Still. Stupid results which i don't want to talk about. It hits me time and again jsut how crunched up and unmoving our lives here are.Everything is drained. Everything is just, well, for lack of a more perfect word, sianz.Sometimes i just gotta take my hat off to singlish.It's a stupid,horrible mutation of a glorious old language by a bunch of asians who don't know better which, it seems, to be of utmost entertainment to Ang Mohs,foreigners.Which is why i question time and again some of the works of Arthur Yap. And questioning that question, leads me to question the question that if singlish is the only true singaporean Gem that will sell in the english international literary market.Does Singlish sell? I personally, think it's a travesty.

If you're going to curse,use hokkien.If you're going to have a conversation, just use english.Why do we have to include nuances of other languages in one that is crucial to master in the world today?I love hokkien.It's such a rough, down to earth dialect.Nothing like the singsong teochew, or the somewhat melodious cantonese.Hokkien is quick,curt, and very to the point.It's a beautiful language.I would like to learn more of it someday. Everything you say in hokkien is shrouded with the mists of a very generalised insult.You can't help expecting chairs to fly whenever someone orders prawn paste fried chicken in the local seafood restaurant using hokkien.Hokkien comes with a serrated edge i find in few other languages. I cannot judge the english language for it has become a norm.Anything i would say about it, would undoubtedly be biased. I adore the purity of ancient celtic.Generations of wisdom can be found in the african click talk. A certain regal splendor comes with Latin.And Hebrew certainly seems to be the language of angels.The only one tongue i have no love for, is my own.Tamil. I blame society entirely.Don't expect me to do something about it.

La Mer

2006-09-07T08:41:00.000-07:00

I guess there's just something about the sea.That cut,across the earth,that one straight line that seperates sea from sky.Like a perfect sword stroke,horizontal against a backdrop.Cutting.Into the heart,laying bare emotions and tensions.Where it meets with an explosion of red roses in the evening,and an icing silver of white lillies at night.Where the fireflies play, off in the distance, the lights of many ships, bobbing up and down,single candles.

It brings unity.It is the healing of hearts,and more so, the bonding of souls.It is the surfacing of old feelings,the bubbling of purity,in those times.It takes the tiniest opening of the heart to fill with the musings of the sea.It was...special.Especially so.And more so,magical.It was important.It was a new step, in a new direction,wearing the same shoes.Wasn't it? Now, i can say,of all truth.I love the sea.I love my memories with it more so.So much more.Heh.

Sky

2006-08-27T07:16:00.001-07:00

I like the sky.It's like my big,blue insurance for where life will take me.It's like, a constant, you know?Wherever i go, whatever i choose to become, the sky won't change.It's also bluer when a certain someone's around.It also sorta shows us how all man is equal.Everyone is governed by the sky.Therefore,no man is higher than the other.But what if you're looking at it from space?Then literally,yes,you are 'higher' than any man.Then we fly above the heaven of earth,above it's judgement,above its lightning anf hailstromic fury.Above it's lightning?Not really though, i saw a nat geo special on lightning that'a like all cylindery and strikes above the clouds in a cylinerical fashion.But the whole emotional thing seems abit babel's towery to me.Like,we're trying to get too close to the heights we shouldn't reach ya?

The sky makes me think.I like it in the day.At night it's like the shavings of ice upon the darkness of time.Every star like a watcher, yet fleeting still, upon the vast unwritten canvas of time,of space,of the whole idea of 'what next'?And Man, i think would be the the brightest shortest spark.For we manipulated a world given to us, and though it isn't really happening at a large scale yet,we shall destroy ourselves.Inevitable.Unless an incident so pure, so human happens again,that all mankind will feel ,the stirring of their hearts.The cry of humanity.The silent weep, that questions, why we do, what we do.Why we did, what we have done.There is a greater power within us, the power to 'See'.Yet we still insist on living on the surface.Which is why i find math utterly useless.And Tamil,even more so.One day,we shall communicate with solely emotions,like how,i think, we communicate with God when we say a prayer.God doesn't listen to your language, i feel, he listens to your heart.Someday,we will communicte with every little intricate emotion we can feel.Tearing it aprt, little by little.Understanding it, reveling in it.New feelings, created everyday.The largest nightmare, if it were to become technical.Then, for once, i have nothing to say.I will be stunned.Though i know,humans, will ultimtely walk down that path.Everything has to be so bloody technical.

"I like mixing things up.Everything.For the world is as much a part of me as I am of It."-Me.

Warmth

2006-08-21T06:07:00.000-07:00

I had sixteen years to find out what's in my head.I still don't know.

What was your earliest memory?I wonder if anyone,some savant or another,can remember the time when they were in the womb.I wonder what it was like.Warm.I guess if you see it another way, it is the only time in your life that love is actually 'around' you.When you are, for lack of better word, immersed in it.But don't you think it would be quite scary to gain consciouness within the womb?Yes,you feel safe, but you would also want out.I wonder if that's how animals go about it.Like horses,that can walk only a couple of hours after they are born.Well, i don't want to go too deep into the topic of Birth.There's too much to say.I'll leave it for another time.

What was my earliest memory?I remember my kindergarten.How there was this kid that kept sneezing on his jacket. I thought my friend,Reuben,i think his name,which feet which shoes go on.What about further back?I remember,nursery.With Sam.In Yishun.I remember how i aced my chinese test.I drew an apple next to my answer for some reason.I have got it, my earliest memory.A toilet.pink walls,mom laid me next to the sink.White tiles or something.Pink tabletop.Mom was changing my diapers.My earliest memory.Perhaps,the very moment that i attained the gift of conscious thought.Lest it's curse.Maybe it was better back then,still clean, not perverted by mankind.Yet.Childhood is such a gift.When i have my kid, he/she's gonna have the best darn one.Before,the world can touch them.

I suddenly don't see the need for speech anymore.Words,in writing is better.They give you that momentary pause, that feeling where all thoughts are exploding in your head,yet you still carry on, writing.If you're speaking, you have to think on your feet.Thinking is a process that cannot be rushed.Or.Thinking is a process,therefore it cannot be rushed.All people want to do is rush.I have learnt my lesson.To enjoy every moment as it is lived.Through.For that moment is that alone.Gone.Yet there.I finally see the whole point of relationships.Why rush.Feel every moment.

"Feel every moment.Feel the warmth."-Me

Old School

2006-08-19T07:40:00.000-07:00

You didn't miss much today,Christine.
Alas,my infamy at Choa Chu Kang Secondary was short lived.Some of my teachers didn't remember my name,though,they did remember my work.That,at least,persists.
I was starting to think that the old place would start to change.But it didn't(what did you expect me to say?Some fun fact about ham?).The school still smells the same.The putrid odour of secondary school sweat and nonchalance mingling with the scent of would be aspirations and desperate teachers.And the smell of those bloody koi in the bloody pond.And the rats.Oh yeah.They were smart rats.They would run through those little nuances that pervaded the canteen.On the air vents.And in the more least used drains.Those were smart rats.Someday,i would like to study one. They remind me of the Rats Of Nimh.

Mrs Martens rememebered a really really old composition i wrote about a mortuary.Wait.It's not what you think.I was never cynical.The question was about horror story.I refrain from saying ghosts,as i think they come under the general heading of Horror.Well, you may not be Horrified of a ghost.I think you would be Terrified...But certainly not Horrified.You might also be pleased,if its the ghost of a loved one.I guess.After the shock has passed.Well,anyways,she still remembers my compos.And i'm very very touched that she does.That i have made at least a difference,though it is only a hanging memory that might fade,it means alot.Thank you.I didn't see Dear Madam Prema(I think she reads this Blog),but i'll be back on teacher's day.I have an obligation.I saw Mrs Choo,whom i think is still the best Lit teacher ever(except for Madam Chitra,in case she gets wind of my blog,whom rivals her indefinately).Yeah.I can't say i miss ccks,but i can't say i don't miss it.

"They were the best of times, they were the worst of times."-The Tale of Two Cities.

I sudenly remebered an old book i read.It was called,"Town Mouse,Country Mouse". I wonder if i can ever see it again.

QUIET MUSINGS

2006-08-18T06:14:00.000-07:00

Little things mean alot.I understand this now.I always used to think,what's the difference,the little things.But i understand now,little things are the beginnings of big things.Big,happy,new things.A touch on the arm.I understand,Babe.

Then little things have its own enigmatic purposes.Every breath has its point.Maybe not as an enigma, but as a function.Every deft movement of-Wait.I just had Deja vu.I was writing this,and i thought of a meadow,a greenish place, with a lone canal running through, dotted with yellow flowers.And a woman,in blue,i think.Bollywoodish.I had deja vu of my thoughts.Weird.You have Deja vu of actions, of people and of places,not of thoughts.Yet,they are stangely familiar,though i am certain i've never thought it before.Now, i'm thinking, what if everything's a deja vu.What if the brain does see, albeit momentarily,into the future,or lest the past?Everything, pregnant with the waiting of the smallest measure of time(which i have talked about in one of my posts) in the next multitude of tiny explosion in consciousness.Everything, pregnant, that the mind's eye can see.Eventually..Eventuality.Bah,I lost another thought.Something came,but it went.Right now, i feel so conscious.

But,i feel conscious even in when i'm unconscious.I had a dream last night.I can still feel that warmth.It was so real.Too real.It's scary.But it was enjoyable.It happened last time too,before everything.Though that was on the cheek.It felt so real.And they both contained one special person.I think you can guess.Thank You.

I dreamt i fell of a cliff once.And when i landed, my body spasmed.The bed shook.I dreamt a friend died,once.It wasn't pleasant.But they were both so real.The sound, the emotion.Always the emotion.Especially the emotion.Scarily real.It was like, it could have happened,somewhere else.Perhaps,it did happen.Another time, another place.It happened there in order for it to not happen here,ya know?Maybe.

COP tomorrow.Then i'm heading to good old CCKSS for some fair or another.We'll see.I hate revisiting places.It brings back memories.And memories,good or bad,are painful.Sometimes, i wonder if its better if no one remembers me when i die.I don't want to cause them heartache.I don't want to cause anyone heartache.It's the worse kind of ache around.A crushing void,vacuum feeling.I hate it.

I don't know why emotions play such a huge part in my life.I don't know why i was given the ability to take it out.Of context,of perspective,and study it.Sometimes,i feel ostracized,because of it.I ostracize myself,i guess.God has his reasons i suppose.Emotions make life just that.Life.
That's why i hold them in high regard.I don't know why i think like this.I just do.It's so me.But i like it.It gives me stuff to think about.If only this were my life's work.Maye it is.But i think it would only serve to depress me.Mankind is flawed.

"I reach out, to touch the heights.And i question,do i want to?But i know i must.Eventually.I just hope it wasn't curiousity that killed that cat."-Me

It cannot be quiet musings if you're reading it.Paradox.The ultimate of which i think is a man shoting himself.That is, if a man goes back to the past and shoots himself.But what about if he shoots himself in the present?Is that not a paradox?Hmmm...Perhaps in QUIET MUSINGS 2.

First base

2006-08-15T06:06:00.000-07:00

Of my life!!What were you perverts thinking?Speaking of Christine,she now has my password,to this blog.So if it's something that sounds like me, it probably is.If it's not, then it's still fine, cause it's by the person who knows me better than anyone else and whom i can trust completely.Me!Nah, just kidding.It's Christi.

Okay, First base.Let's stop for moment.Take a breather,as they say.Stupid saying, that.Take a breather.What the heck's a 'breather' anyways?Is it time taken to breathe?That isn't possible.I know it's supposed to be a figure of speech, but when you look at it, pick it up and examine it like a curious thing...what the hell?Okay, anyways, first base is a look at my life thus far.Let's get it started.

Perhaps the most beautiful aspect of life so far was falling,no, Is Falling,in love with Christi.I won't bore you with details of my(to some of you) sordid soap opera like love life.Minus the always present cancer that someone always has.And the vast amounts of family fortune.My worst enemy walking into my home from the snow outside to tell me off and leave me without so much as a continuation to the next episode,that's gotta go too.SO anyways, i won't go too into that, so yeah.We've been through good and bad times,just so you know.

Next would be me going into Innova.It's funny how time passes.I can still smell hints of the recycled air of the Lan shop playing around my nostrils.The long hours of nothingness that was the First Three Months.And the trepidation.At waiting for the results, that would jump up oh so suddenly,choking you with anxious pungency.I hated it.But i also loved it.

Right,Innova.I'm thankful i got in.Met a whole new crew of people, each personality differing so differently from the rest.Waffle hotdogs make me nauseous,by the way. JC has just been an uber rush.So fast,now,i near my promos.It's a pity,it can't be stopped.Just so i have a chance to smell the flowers.

And there there's Lit and Gp.I enjoy them. Oh yeah, i got best speaker in today's debate on the death penalty.Naturally,i was against it and we lost.I had a line from long ago that just popped into my head."Ireland will win but Viktor'll get the snitch."I did get the snitch.I never expected it though.

I continue, then,living my life.Loving my life.Loving.Thinking has it's perks.

White Mice Just that

2006-08-13T02:43:00.000-07:00

I like white mice.There's something very spiritual about them. And also very human.It's like, all of humanity encompassed into thier furry little beings.It's like, purity,innocence.Reminds me of the soul.Also naivete and the cruelty of getting taken advantage of.It reminds me of everything, of the beginning,but never the end.I like white mice.A soft spot for them.Shunned by superstition and women.Most.It's not fair.The world should be fair to these mice.They make me think of little huddles of warmth,against the rain, and storm.When they curl into their protective balls,nothing can hurt them.I will make sure of it, if they can't do it themselves.White mice are sweet.Not like rats.They're smart too.Oh.Wait.And memories of Algernon come flooding back.Everyone misunderstands the white mouse.They are a needed race.Lab mice they call them, willingly bending to our will.Usually to tests on the nervous system.Sacrificing themselves so we,might, perhaps,learn something.They deserve better.They have lives too you know. I like white mice.If i could,i would save them all.They are a reflection to the world.At least, to me.

Variations On The Word 'Sleep'

2006-08-10T08:18:00.000-07:00

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

-Margaret Atwood.

Possibly one of the most beautiful poems i've ever read.Surely of my favourites.Magaret Atwood went from being a satirical cynic to a minstrel with a pen.Well, at least to me,after the Offred Ordeal.

Dedicated to Christine,To prove that guys(me) don't only have ONE thing on their minds(at night).Hope you like it!

The Singapore Heart Beat

2006-08-08T07:50:00.000-07:00

The hot blood of defiance courses through my veins,met with the overpowering tranquility and Duh-ness of common sense.But.I was born dreaming,and in my world of dreams,common sense is punishable by law.

So much things to say.So much to comment on.So much i want to say.So much i want to shout to the people,to question their petty intelligence to allow it.I ask myself.Why?I sigh.I laugh.I look above, and i say,

"Oh brave new world,with such people in't!"
-Miranda,the tempest.

Political blogging is banned banned banned.No jail for me.Not for this.Not now.
Sigh.
I refuse to sing that...that....TRAVESTY to a Hymn.Not for the church,not for anyone.I shall keep silent.I'm proud i did.And we shall see...we shall see what happens eh?What happens to the meadow,and the cattle in it.How human i am,in the end.

On a happier note,Happy National Day.Oh happy day.

When It's Over...

2006-08-07T07:26:00.000-07:00

'What" will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I wonder why Kid Rock'll miss me though.Lewd behaviour?It's hard not to Zhao Keng in that stupid rubberised shirt.

Reflections On The Prata

2006-08-04T05:26:00.000-07:00

Oh king of flour mountain,
Mighty in thy throne
Drenched in greasy saturated fat,
Your glory is reknown.

Lord of the breakfast table,
With your prince dark Kopi-O
of your fluffy emotions,
We the people of Singapore know.

Your birth in a turbulent uprising,
Tossed by the hands of fate,
Yet skilled the hands they are,
For your ancestral emperors did they make.

Thy romance nay't be a secret,
With the savoury tanned curry,
A match made in heaven,
A marriage in a hurry.

And now glorious conquerer,
Prepare for the end
A rumbling deep within
Will signal the piercing,then the rend.

Yet phoenix like,
Thy nature is,with only a measely dollar
I raise my hand,and one more time,
Pay fate to resume order.

-Me

I dunno what i was thinking when i wrote this.Well, obviously it was prata.Sorry,Christi i'm still working on the perfect one for you.Time and tide may change and pass,but my feelings for you are true.It takes some time for the rhyming to fade,i'm gonna go lie down now,and rest my weary head.

The Huxagon Has Many Sides

2006-07-08T01:14:00.000-07:00

Once in a while, the world just hits you in the face doesn't it?Like taking in a deep cold breath of artic air, life flows back into you.Perhaps, i shouldn't say life.'Now' flows back into you.Past flows back into you.A long sleeping part of your brain comes back.Back into the light.Back and stronger than ever, for, while he was asleep,he was growing.He was dreaming,creating,thinking.Now, as one i have come back to the world.I have returned,now,strengthened,more so with my emotions. More so,with my dreamings.It just takes a tiny trigger,a small thought that sets off a chain reaction,purging worry and thrusting that in the shadow,perhaps,prematurely, into the light.But, who is to question my prematurity now? I am,perhaps drunk on this newfound impetu.Nay,freeway.Driving along at over a hundred miles per hour.And i'm not running out of gas.

Aldous Huxley's brave new world was just that tiny spark that i needed.It got me thinking.And i can't stop.Thinking,weighing the magnitude of a souless utopia,of an emotionless dystopia.It's sorta in the middle you know?Or in a whole new class of it's own.Somewhy, Mustapha Mond sorta brings mind that guy playing Dahlsim in Streetfighters.Anyways, i began thinking about this,and it's kinda scary.Perhaps, if the Savage,no,he is no savage.He is more human than any decanted baby in this,Pfft,brave new world.It's also kind of sad that the traditional human perseverence and determination in most sci-fi fiction is not seen here.Pity,really that john faces a similar unglorious end as Paul Atredies did.Yet,it was all because he was to human,and too revolutionary in his own right.Yet, i feel huxley could have done so much more in his book, enroached on so many more 'ideals' that we see as 'befitting' today.Alas,an idea like this has boundless potential,but he could have done more.I especially enjoyed his little joke about the reporter getting kicked in the coccyx.

Clean and Clear

2006-06-09T08:44:00.000-07:00

Simple, the utmost clarity, yet the deepest complexities how I like things fail,these days, to see the beauty in things is beautiful,yet, true beauty is purity, pure. The coming together of emotions and thoughts so complex, so different,into one single untouched entity evoked deep within the soul. That my friends, is my version of beauty. It is one solitary soap bubble, struggling to survive against the very air it was born to. And in one swift fell moment, it disappears, its existence changing nothing. Except, perhaps, your take on life, your change in perception.I always hated that phrase, change your perception. It's what teachers say when they want you to see in the way that they are. It shouldn't be Change Your Perception.It should be, Copy My Perception. Well, I say, don't. You are entitled to your view. It is your right. What makes you different from the billions that inhabit this earth. What I'm writing now, please, don't misunderstand,I'm not asking you to change what you see.I'm asking you to acknowledge what you feel when your sensory perceptors are evoked. See beauty. Feel it. Revel in it's perfection.It is everything, yet, it is nothing.It is when your mom convieniently ignores your pleas to keep silent when you're trying to think.It is the workings of the human mind. It is...indescribable.Yet I'm trying my best. It is that little explosion of salt when you bite into a potato chip.Yet, no one tastes it.Your hand's already reaching for the next chip. Well, no one might taste it,but i do. I appreciate it. Thanks. Who am i thanking? Myself? For allowing me to partake in this miniscule feast for the human soul? God? For creating the emotions themselves? Thanks anyways.

Beauty is when human emotions reach an animalistic nature. The uncontrollable giggle when your best friend cracks a joke during lecture.It is complete longing for someone's presence by your side.It is anger, spilling over, breaking through,Ugly,but the qualities of beauty remain.It is when you feel true love. I don't have to tell you that now.It's even how embarrassed and stupid you feel when watching an episode of the simple life.

Beauty is everywhere.When you lift your arm,spread your fingers, Beauty is the complete mechanics and unity of all your muscles and sinews working together.Union is purity.Purity is beauty.Unity, of all kinds. The dirt on glass, a shared kiss, union.Complete. Beauty. Feel it.Embrace it. It is the taking out of emotions and studying is as if it were a curious thing.It is beauty in the process. Every moment has it's beauty.Every moment is it's beauty.

And when purity and divinity merge, it is Christine.Then again, I'm just biased. :p

The Paul Victor Encryption

2006-05-30T05:03:00.000-07:00

I've tried to turn a blind eye.I've tried to hold my tongue.But i just can't take it anymore! Like some huge,stinking,hulking frame of a Caledonian boar,The Da Vinci Code controversy looms,red eyed and snorting.Like the Boar,i hope a hero will slay it.But the question is, will we let it be slayed?

Poor Leonardo.Has anyone thought what HE might be going through?You are creating a scandal on one of the most taboo topics in human history in his name.And he's dead,by the way. The least you could've done was start the bloody thing when he was alive! After centuries of sleeping with the maggots, you raise his soul up,tarnish his memory,all in the quest to become Gods.Shame.

"Mister Brown is a genius in his own right,having manipulated the stupidity of mankind in simple logic to expand his controversy to gargantuan proportions.And,bigger is always better.And better is always richer."- me

There is fanatism on both sides.One says,"Yes!Jesus did have children!I am testament to that,I am his descendant! And in such a way,I am divinity!" And the rest of the world claims,"He is God.Fullstop." Yet, i feel that the bloodline of Christ is a notion,created by man, inn his quest to be one with God himself.Self-exultantcy. We cannot stand the idea we are just dust,created-returned.We want to be more.We want to rebel,to fight against the hand that has given us so much.We WANT to! Why? Because we are human.Stupid,puny humans.

Has anyone been listening,no, wait,thinking? This man is cleverly manoevuering his way through 2000 years of history,siphoning off whatever material he can find that barely fits into the postion of Fact.Like a soggy jigsaw puzzle. The knights templar is fact.The Opus Dei still exist. But what dear Langly says in the book isn't. Is this clear?

If we let our minds be so easily manipulated,and we throw peoples deepest beliefs into a moshpit of controversy, how can we even speak of empathy or humanity?It's time we stopped this, people.Let Mr Brown enjoy the money you gave him,all to partake in a,dare i say, deceptive(to idiots) piece of text.

"I have learned that if you question Religion, Spirituality invariably gets involves."

-Me.

Apollo's Envy.

2006-05-18T06:38:00.000-07:00

Lowly Apollo!
Hides a slient scathing.
Against I,Mere mortal,
Zeus's patching.

Oh fair Apollo,
Radiant and Divine,
Your chariot so filled with goodness,
Loved by all mankind.

And yet to me,
You send not light,
You harry cloud and rain.
That unholy deluge
You think will cause me pain.

Several thousand years,
Stewardship to Olympia
Has dimmed your very wit.
Truly,now, water will not,
send my being into a pit.

Dearest bearer of our sacred light,
Show not your embarrassing envy!
I tire of your little muses,
Of sending my soul to slavery.

I will not care,
as did Orpheus,
in his journey into Hades,
I'll you in the eye,
Dare you fire,
an arrow in my side,
If ever you a sadist.

Well,
Prince lord of light
Acknowledge your sad state,
My life is now,
In Aphrodite hands
And nay be loomed by Fate.

And now,
your boiling hate must be away done
When thou watches me lean over,
And kiss my Goddess of the Sun.

-Me

Of the Windows That I Have Seen

2006-05-10T05:44:00.000-07:00

I have lived!
How i have tasted,
The sweetest scent,
Wafting,
Strong, sweet,overwhelming.

It takes me places,
My fingers touch,
lightly upon paradise's door,
Notice, it's intricate carvings,
Her soul at its core.

Her eyes that beckon,
Enigma in their right
Yet,i know,
I follow,She leads
Far away from blight.

I have met,
One and only,
Mysterious light
With angel wings
and hypoallergenic rings
She sits,i behold,
Rapture,Sight.

-Me

Slavery with a tin can

2006-05-01T04:04:00.000-07:00

People see you differently when you're with a tin can.How they avert their eyes with shame,as if we were some form of judgement.How they confidently stride past us, yet embarrassment drips of them in pungent sweat.How some even avoid us,lepers with dropsy.I hate Flag day.No one ever donates.Here are my findings,who even donates:

Guys Girls
1)Machiks 1)Guys
2)Old people 2)Everyone else
3)People we know
4)People who know Flag day

How it embarrasses me that people hardly care anymore.

When Earth Saw Heaven.

2006-04-27T02:21:00.000-07:00

Have you seen,
How North longs to be with South?
How Yin and Yang complete,
Sacred union
Within and Without.

How the Sun and Moon will always stare
At Fire and Ice,
That untimely pair.

How Black and White will ever compete,
Yet bow in submisson upon the other's feet.

Have you seen,
How the wind dances in joy,
Around the head of the mountain
with such innocent coy?

How the mountain below,
In annoyance will grumble,
Yet when his gaze is averted,
Tis his heart that shall rumble.

Oh how the star twinkles
with the greatest of care,
and lays the powerful planet's
Deepest desires bare.

Have you seen,
The shadow and the light,
The ultimate attraction,
Oh what a sight!

How they dance,Moonlight as awning
And thus,terrific marriage,
when the new day is dawning.

How can you miss,
all the signs,
By Mother Nature and Father Time?
My sin is hardly minimal
Opposites attract,
It's practically subliminal.

-Me.

I just wanna Live!

2006-04-26T04:41:00.000-07:00

Nothing really,provides a source of inspiration than getting down to actually writing this thing...i was thinking(what's new?) and...i got pretty emotional about something...

I don't want to be caged up all my life.
I don't want to be stuck here,in drab grey routine.
I want to live.I want to fly.I want to see the world.
How the HDB apartments look like penitentiary walls,
all around me.Sealing me in...So...No!I will not have it.
I will travel.I will see what life really has to offer.
I will make my own judgement about it.
And,thus,i shall not follow what people have judged.

That was pretty much my train of thought.On a happier note, Election day's coming up.I will keep my mouth shut, and not say anything,due to the very strict laws on political blogging and podcasting.I...must....shut...up...Majulah Singapura!

I'm pretty tired now, hopefully,the depression's just a phase.I'll be back to my cheery old self soon.

Back to School

2006-04-25T04:30:00.000-07:00

I went back to CCKSS to collect my O level cert today. Funny.I sorta miss the place i loathed for like, four years of my life.I saw familiar faces.Faces i once associated with authoritive fury and no-nonsenseness talked with me.Like i was an adult.It's almost like we're in the same boat now. Almost.It's more like we're in a liferaft aside a mighty ocean liner.Am i an adult?But then again, what is an adult?Someone who's above a certain age?Who's seen the world a lot longer and been through so much more than another?I'm not an adult then.I am merely in a semi-existant place.Like half boiled eggs.I can say i have seen the world.But..by whom? Through the eyes of the media,through someone else.I have seen Singapore. But not the world. Who can truly say they have seen the world?Partaken in a festival from every culture,Seen the many faces of "the other"(if that notion exists with you).Who is to say," i have seen the horrors of the world?" when,thus,new horrors are being created everyday? The world has never been cruel to us.We create our cruelty. Who then,is to say, i am an adult.I know i'm reading too deep into this.It is my nature to do so.The world stil has its mysteries.And puts the wisest man is in the same league with a child without teeth.

We are in the birth of existance.It is sad that experiences cannot be transferred from parent to child.But,hah,if that were possible,such a child would never be considered,sane.We would know too much about ourselves.Then what?Would it, then be considered Relevant information?Survival of the fittest?It must include superior knowledge as well.But, i do not believe in that.Survial of the fittest.I would not be here.But really,why are there those exceptions?If life were given to the "unfit",purpose would be lost.Principles run on purpose.Then, we ask ourselves,if it loses it's purpose,does it exist?

"I will always remember my school,for what it gave me,which i threw away by not attending half the time."-me.

Go Taurus House!!!

2006-04-22T03:24:00.000-07:00

Leadership camp 2006-I have never been a happy camper.I mean,i hate the outdoors.We have comfort,we have technology,so why deprive ourselves?Say what you want, but there's nothing macho about getting bit by a dozen mosquitos and scratching like a tick infested animal.But,i have to admit, this camp was pretty...fun.Yes.I said it.It was okay.Allow me a rundown.

The beginning.The camp lasted from wednesday to friday.That's two nights without a bed.But, leadership camp?If the whole J-ones go, who the heck are we supposed to lead?Yeah,yeah,the future of singapore and bleh...but seriously,i had my doubts.

As usual, i overpacked.I thought i looked like i was hiding a body.I saw worse, trust me.My bag was nearly battering ram standard.So, okay,early morning, apprehensive about going still.Went to school in my bloody PE shorts.They,by the way,DEFINE the words shorts.They guy who invented shorts would be so proud.Such a compromise of modesty in those shorts.They were...Short.Really short.So, yeah.Stupid things.So we left for the camp.House Taurus and House Rasalas.So harry potterish.

Breaking in.At the camp,our activities were held up.By these kids who booked ot late.They called us the "blue people"(our t shirts).Adorable?I think they're just getting dumber.We got down to business,finally.We got briefed,about proper attire.It was then that a very major flaw of mine hit me like an angry woman.I had only ONE pair of school shorts.Yup.It was my precious,precious ichor.My shorts.Here's a revelation.I wore those for three straight days.Stop retching,guys.I don't stink bad.Unlike others.Moving on...Our handphones were also confiscated.Let's all give a hand for Nat's genius plan on getting past this,and still looking like a sweet goody goody angel in the teachers' eyes.The dual Handphone trick.It really was a morale dampener for me.Mom almost skinned me when i came back.And,i missed a certain someone so very badly.

During free time.There really was alot of time to think.I like thinking.It may not get you anywhere in a hurry, but i enjoy the process.It awakens emotions.Without external factors.That's how actors cry on will i guess.I thought about how time can pass so sluggishly.I thought about life thus far.I questioned the purpose of millitary disipline.I thought about Christine.Alot.Knowing for a fact that the camp next to us was called camp Christine made it worse.I really missed her.Everthing started reminding me of her.The peas in my fried rice(she likes peas),the clouds(one was shaped like a hamster.She gave me a stuffed hamster doll.Not a real stuffed hamster,thought that would be cool.) I missed her.The first lesson i learnt.I cannot bear to be away from her.Call me weak,or whatever you want(anand must be having a field day) but my heart used to give this depressive shudder when i thought about our distance and time apart.I love you Christi.

Acts!Activities! I have never gone kayaking.Ever.I got burnt.I look like charred dogpoop now.But Venu's a good guy to kayak with.He has so must experiance, that the kayak almost moves itself.Guys,if you are reading this,Remember Dan Fu and Darren's "turn around" They took a huge loop that took half an hour.And Dan Fu's arms almost fell out.A chopper flew pretty low down,but no one capsised.Darn.Other than that, i didn't really do the high elements.The games were fun though,i still think 3 seconds on the challenge pole can only be gotten by bribery of the ODAC leaders. And who can Forget Edmund's stylish finish on the spider web?2 whole points for Taurus!

Field cooking-NO COMMENT.JUST DON'T ASK.Dan fu choked on a noodle.

Sleeping.The bunk sucked.Darren was forced to brokebag with venu.We did not have space(30 people was way too much).Sorry,danfu,for elbowing you in the space.And Hidhir,for sleeping with raised armpits.We heard malay music at night.Freaky?Nah,just the nearby boathouses.

Now we know why they give the feedback form directly AFTER the camp.We're too tired to complain.

C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G SONG.Campfire night.We Rocked the cazba, 0641b!!The girls were sizzling!Except one(i'll keep you in suspense.I'll tell me if you ask me direct.Unless you're that girl.Duh.Pretty obvious.)Seriously,we were the best.We were born to entertain!Thanks Venu, for saving us guys from our inability to dance(with one exception).You're a great leader,don't get a big head, but everyone else thinks so.Which reminds me,now would be a good time to point out some people i got close to over the days.Friendships formed, strenghtened.As such,also my dislike.(i'm not saying,call me shallow,hypocrate)In no random order,it starts.Thanks for being so unified 41B! You make coming to school fun.It's short,i can write thesises on you guys,but i have a space limit.

Donovon-Snowball,you left your conditioner in our toilet,got everyone scolded and forgot your fancydrill,but the class would never be the same without your jokes and bright red shoes.You're like a little brother to us all.

Dan fu-BASKET!60-gig memory,our walking timetable.Very witty and always smiling.A pillar in our group.Pei Chai Chee is real lucky,the girls will agree.

Joy-Thanks for always being there to talk to during PE.Me and Venu might always kid you about your candylicious problem,but we're always here to help,okay?Continue to jump for joy,joy.And get stuck.

Darren-WATCH OUT, PE TEACHER BEHIND YOU!With a paranoia of PE teachers Darren's really funny.Tkd blackbelt first dan somemore.Always make me laugh till my stomach hurts.Where would we be without your many hand signals?

Natria-Get Busy!!!I'll teach you the chorus to 'we'll be burining' if you want.

Yu'an-We had trouble spelling your name(while we cheered) while you were doing your High elements.We'll vote for you!We'll even rig the votes.

Jian le-Your friend girl la.

Zhong Hao-Our dear CG rep.Thanks.

Thurga- I'll come to you for relationship advice.Don't worry,you're still Thanabalan's fave.

Gurdeep-You're real nice,though you don't talk much.

Xinni-Any girl who plays WoW is cool.

Celest-You think you still eat fast now?Huh?I'll never forget your pink cup.

Edmund-Keep moving those feet.Real talent there.

Jolyon-We'll be working together for PW.You got the best place in the bunk.Thaks for your phone man.

Shahira-Is your leg okay?Be careful...

Hidhir-Hope you tell your mom where you're going nex time...

Cheryl-PW groupmember!Yay.Still a bit of a mystery....

Fiona-I'm not crazy!And keep singing your songs.

Wei jean-You're just too funny la...

deena-Thanks for being so enthusiastic.

Nanthini-Never come...you missed out alot...

That's all i guess.41B,41B OOOIII!

-Your Lit Rep,Me!(AND PAY UP FOR YOUR BOOKS!!!)

Someday

2006-04-10T02:27:00.000-07:00

Routine is mind-numbing.Very soon, you don't mind how numb your muscles are.It's the same thing, day in, day out.And breaking out is near impossible.I begin to question myself.Of my decision. But,i will stop.I put my trust in people i believe in.If it is thus that my life would become clear now,it is so.A-level,Uni,Work. Sure, i might be making tons of money,but is that really what is want? To a certain extent, very much so. Someday, i'll take my degree and go write scripting for games.Yes.It's what i want to do, it shall be thus.Laugh, i don't care.Someday, i will break out of routine.Out of this dreariness we call,life.I will do what i want.I want to LIVE. Someday...I must wait.Sigh.So i shall.

Look at me, going through moodswings like a little girl.I'm just annoyed at how time passes.How life GOES ON,or so they say.I have to admit, i miss my secondary school life.It was boring, it was dumb, but it was mine.We were all together.It took us so long to realise that we were friends,me,seetoh,sean.Damn myself for not seeing it eariler.I was with rruss all along, well, that's one thing right.Life GOES ON.It sucks that is does.I know we'll be friends for years to come.But...well.

Life is...life is...Frustrating.
I will make it better.It's only a matter of time.

And then, i think...What is so bad about it?That i should throttle myself in the womb of semi existance?It's not all about rumination.It ain't about the bad, though, authors are making some moola from bringing it out and exxaggerating it.Like the noodle maker.I think i've never read more a negative book.Like,my god, it's so bloody weird.And so sad.But, life, is not about negative feelings.With ignorance comes bliss?That's why stupid people are so happy? Maybe.As for me, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a stalemate of figuring put what life is, dwelling in the negative,and leave my mind rendered and bleeding from it's encounter with the world.Life should be enjoyed.Do not quote me on this.I mean,the simple joys.Family, friends, love.These really are what makes life worth living.Simple, pure,unadulterated...joy.So hard to find these days, with our madness and obsession of time.

Of the Track.

2006-03-23T03:34:00.000-08:00

Running.
Easy as one foot in front of the other,
Running.
Air in through the nostrils,out through the mouth,
Running.
The deep red stretch, bobbing in and out of view,
Running.
White dashes,summing it all up
Running.
Silence.Breathing,the stench of sweat,
Running.
Silence,feeling the heat roll off my body
Running.
Silence,tire.One thing in the mind.
Running.
Almost there.
Running.
Easy at one foot in front of the other.
Runni-
SHOELACE!!
And the red comes up to meet me.

-Heheh.Me.

Heeerre's Paulie!

2006-03-21T05:00:00.000-08:00

Aaaahhh...What a great feeling it is to be back...I could never abandon this...Writing again, like, being launched from a pressurized volcano, bursting through so many layers of clouds the consistency of mucus secretion.Well, new chapter in life, been busy writing the preface of it.So,like, pardon me.

I got what i wanted, for the first time of my life.Well, the second really.First was a shot with dearest Christi..No,wait, it was when i got my ps2...but before that i got my Gameboy SP...but, never mind i finally got the SCHOOL that i wanted.IJ!!!!! No, seriously, if you say CHIJ, i am gonna skin you and beat you like a dusty carpet.It's Innova Junior colledge.I like the place.It's big,has millipedes and is like, relatively close by.The whole reason for a JC...Well, LIT.Duh.

So, well, got GP this time.Finally...my views will go SOMEWHERE. Made a whole lotta new friends.They're funny.So i'm okay with my social life.It's not a restructuring.The permanent fixtures will still remain,Seetoh,Sean, Rus,Aishah and the like.These i people i share my secrets with, and i see us like, when we're all old and pruny,laughing about life.And,my love life(Yeah,you,babe) i see stability for a looong time to come(let's surprise them,honey).It's easier now, and it's stronger too.

Life is finally okay.It ain't FANTABULOUS,but it's OKAY.It's a grade up from SUCKY and down right,SUCKY MCSUCK SUCK.It's OKAY.I'm 16, i can't be living a FANTASTIC status life.That'll come later.Well, two days into term, and i'm dead beat...so, it sorta numbs the effect of time itself.

Lit is cool.I'm lit Rep.Got Sabotaged into it.I just hate the queues at the bookshop though...it's totally ineffective.And another thing that amazes me is the freedom of this place.It's still on a leash, but the leash is longer.We aren't adults yet.

But i feel so much older...so old...but, i'm warm. Cause life, is now in neutral gear.No worries,no action too though.I'll update soon..Just need to get my mojo back.

"...peace."

It's about time...

2006-03-04T18:16:00.000-08:00

I posted something new.

Ode To The Ancient Hero.

2006-03-01T04:09:00.000-08:00

The breeze blows,
Bringing with it hints of blood and woe,
Death walks with purpose,
Picking through his spoil,
Sword and shield cannot defend
When his scythe touches the soil.

Amid the raging chaos,
The Valkyries fly on high,
And thus they shall pick the warrior
That falls,but shall not die.

My love affair with the battlefield,
I am no cynic,i crave no blood,
It is the glory that comes with courage and honour,
When Life is smeared in the mud.

My search continues, to another meadow,
Tis where i shall cut down my foes
I will not stop,
Not until my memory has become Future's widow.

What i question is my purpose,
To journey to true strength?
The shadows that i overcome,
will they answer me in the end?

Thus the warrior lives his life,
In an enigmatic hovel,
His soul,his power,his very being,
Only contained in a paperback novel.

-Me

Turn the Inner Eye

2006-02-26T19:15:00.000-08:00

You know, let me tell you a little secret,i never know whatt my next postts will be about, this stuff is entirely off the fly.I mean, i've tried thinking about what i should write next, but i would have more chance growing tail feathers.It all starts when i'm in front of the comp,that's when iit starts to flow, very weird phenomemnon.Perhaps, it's because when i'm in front of the bloody thing, i'm not basing my views on what is around me.Take, for example, if i were havng a shower, i would be thinking of the Conspirational amounts of Lead and Iridium in our water supply, i would think, is this the cause we are dying so early?That leads to another connection and so on, that finally leads to my favourite question of all time, WHY?

I will not attempt to answer this again today, it's like smashing one's head into a brick wall.What would you guys like to hear?How funny, a journal that talks back.Ha.

Well, okay, the other day, i was in the library,and i saw a section about Reading.And Me and Russell laughed about it for a while, i mean come on, a section on reading?Filled with books you Read about,well, Reading? I thought it was funny, i even took a picture of it, and when i went home, i started thinking. A book on Reading, of the habit and origins of it, COULD be published.Well, so could a book on typing, or sneezing, or falling down and hurting yourself senseless.A book could be written on the dynamics of picking up a telephone receiver.It's amazing,Everything, can be observered,recorded,classified and put into writing.Even observing the observer.Take, for example, this french arthouse flick bordering on the topic of feminine power,men and lesbianism i saw yesterday(don't ask).I could observe myself as i move through the various emotions and feelings,I could observe the observer!There is always a level deeper, but people don't care.They've never cared.They are infinately complex creatures,but they are stupid.They aren't simple, they're dumb.

How funny this is,.Perhaps this is Knowledge Superior?The supreme knowledge,that one cannot know everything in a lifetime, for everthing that is to be known in infinate, and thus, the deeper a level you go, the more everything seems connected.Somehow.

"I'm doing it again!I'm questioning life again!"- Me

The Lumbar Is Connected To The...

2006-02-22T05:38:00.000-08:00

How it stresses on the soul!Like the unheeded birth of some unholy demon child,Such great weight on my panic that the world would likely never see again.Anguish! Yes, i needed to go to the toilet.Bad. And my problem...There was nothing to read!!!!How many times i hint people.I hint and i hint and i hint. That i wanted, no needed the holy grail of leisurely toilet read escapades.I NEED UNCLE JOHN'S ULTIMATE TOILET COMPANION!!!! But, no....no one would get me the bloody book for 28 dollars retailing at all major bookstores such as times and borders.Cheap fools.

But well, i did learn somthing today.It's all over if Andrea's in the toilet,The only thing readable in the toilet would be old back issues of FHM(guess whos it is.No, go on, guess.)And never...ever ...EVER eat more than 4 bananas in a single day.EVER.

So there i was, on the brink of insanity,with nothing to read. I had already read the back of every toilrtry in the toilet.I can name the color dye used in Colgate's fresh strip toothpaste.So what do i do? My search led me to rummaging around Raymond's room.Guess what i found. Britannica's Encyclopaedia on the human body. So i picked it up and ran.

...And found it a very interesting read.I learnt where the Clavicle is,the locations of the Fibula,Tibia,Sternum,Illium,Radius,Coccyx,Phalanges and much more.I also learnt the functions of the Thoratic Vertebrate and the various cartilidges.Fascinating.And i can remeber them crystal clear.It's amazing what a healthy interest in a subject coupled with the complete peace and serentity of the toilet does to increase comprehension and memory.No longer will the classrooms of the future have cubicles of high tech computers,they would have cubicles installed with what the word cucicle was created for.Yeah, the ultimate learning enviroment.And a Vending Machine in class wouldn't be a bad idea too.And a Snack Bar. Learning should be enjoyed people!!!!When are you stuffed up little tyquods gonna understand that?Making learning fun doesn't mean Group work that consists of a last minute rush to finish a project on the bloody germination of Kang Kong!

So.Like i was saying.The next time you got the urge to Go.Go!Grab a book and learn something new too.Who knows when you might have to perform open heart surgery on the pizza delivery dude?

"Respecting Books means that you care for them so much you wish to be with them in the most private of places.Just watch the flush." -Me.

The Eighth Snooze Alarm

2006-02-20T20:47:00.000-08:00

Somedays you just want to lie back feel a warm breeze on your face and go to sleep. Unfortunately, chances are,someone will be planning to rob you. I'm in not much mood today, so let me update you on my life.Well, so far, my O levels are over(An international examination is a concept i still am not satisfied with) and i've got my results.I've made my tertiary education choices,and i'm waititng for those.I'm not afraid of making new friends,though i always was apprehensive.But, now it's a helluva lot easier.Just walk up to them and say,"Hey, do you play DotA?" I'm not afraid of losing old friends.It's hard to lose someone in this day and age.Handphones and what not.Plus, we actually have actual bonds.Of friendship.We're smarter now,not like in primary school.Where i swear, i couldn't give two hoots.Life is...In a sweetspot.Christi's working in a chocolate store for two weeks.Nothing muuch going on acutually.It's been a fantastic time to sit back and unwind.But, well, all good things must come to an end, i'm ready. Just woke up, so i'm a little woozy.

The Struggle In the Morn

How the enigma, subconscious, procrstinates,
To allow clarity to ursurp its reign.
How i wish to remain in that unjust limbo,
where all is right,without pain,
for the world is what i say to be.
And Stubborn is my nature,
To awake would be to accept defeat
And thus forsake Nike.

How the "other" mind reteliates
To keep its perfect kingdom.
Yet,glory be, when the battle is fought,
And and subconsciousness has lost.
She comes to me, one final time,
And lays my lips in sweet frost.

Alas, i am thrown about,
in winds of sudden epiphany
I know i am here
It is surely so
That i awake to the pleasant surprise
That is life.

-Me.

This Wait Is Killing Me!

2006-02-17T22:29:00.000-08:00

Which is a pretty scary train of thought if you think about it.I mean, look at it this way, Isn't Life itself the ultimate Wait for Death?For the End?It really is a long wait.But along the way, we forge bonds.Of friendship, of love.We keep ourselves occupied.We learn,we study,we help make the world a better place before we depart.Which all comes round in another conclusive circle,And makes me question,again, the ,eaning, the purpose of life.A wait for the end.Ha.What a delightful pun.It so does kill us.

Now,focus down a little,into everyday life.People claim they hate waiting.Well everyday,we wait for one thing or another.Sure, we wait minutes, even hours for the bloody bus.But what about he smallest period of time,where,indefinately,we are WAITING for things to happen.The smallest Nanosecond,or whatever it's called to take it's effect.Take, for example you are seated on the toilet.You are Waiting for your ex-dinner to make it's grand exit.Evertime you breathe,Hopefully,you don't inhale anything foul,you wait for the oxygen you absorb to power up your functions again.You wait.So,we go down the line,smaller time measurements get smaller, until,yes,Thief Of Time makes sense, you get the SMALLEST possible time extension.So it sorta is, that at one particular time, far beyond human senses,the whole world, nay, the Universe is still.Waiting for the next smallest effect to take it's place.If we somehow were to get power over this, then, perhaps, time travel, would have half a shot.

Then we come to this really old theory i heard a long long time ago.In a galaxy far far away. Well, anyways, it sorta goes like this.You let fly an arrow into a target. You take pctures of the arrow's progress until it hits home.Look at the pictures, the arrow is still right?Completely not moving.Unless, of course, we all wore pointy hats and went to Hogwarts instead of Chua Chu Kang Secondary. The theory states that at that one particular CAPTURED moment in time, the arrrow was COMPLETELY stationary.So, what the hell happened to the progress of the arrrow if it was stationary everysecond until it hit the mark?Well, if you look at it philosophically, no arrows are completely still, that would defeat the purpose of the creation of the arrow itself.That's unimportant, but if you relate the theory to what i have written above,The WORLD is supposed to be not moving at all.Zilch.I am not writing this, and alot of stuff would cease to exist.Growth wouldn't happen,and perhaps,well, nothing ever will.Amazing!The world was never meant to exist at all, yet what the bloody blue hell am i doing here?!Perhaps it really is,

"It's all a waiting game."- Me.

Ooooh Her Kisses...

2006-02-14T13:00:00.000-08:00

(Ooh) Sweeter than honey.(Ooh) And Guess what? So is her money.-Which can get annoying at times.I mean, well, she walks around with,Oh, i dunno...Hundreds!And i have measly amounts in my wallet.Which leaves me to be the Broke Ni- well, broke. If i was a gold digger,i struck the jackpot!In more ways than one.

I always thought, hey well, Relationships after i get a job and my own place.I had seen too much heartache from other people to throw myself into one without thinking.But, well, life has a funny way of dropping things on your head.In this case,it's a black haired bombshell from Bukit Panjang.Okay,that doesn't exactly sound...i dunno,it sounds weird, but i don't care.The main thing is,well, i'm thankful.I don't know if i'm ready or not, but it's sink or swim.And well,i'm doing the freestyle pretty well if you you ask me.

I seriously had no idea how she would change my life.Popping up in my head during contemplation of the world hunger situation,becoming very much a permanent fixture in my life so far.It's a funny thing,this emotion.It makes you feel insatiable,yet full at the same time.Now,enough about beating around the bush, let me tell you more about her.

She's unique.You might argue that every girl is unique,but i say they're all abnormal.She is unique.She has all this adorable little quirks like hating condiments(Awww...)But if i say more, well, she'll probably punch me.She's gorgeous.No denying that.Go find a picture of her.You guys are smart, it's out there in the great W W W. She's funny.Well most of the time, i have had my share of lame jokes, but don't we all?She is of few mediums that can make me laugh out loud.Another is Spongebob.She's Cool.Yeah, you don't usually give a complimentt like that to a girl,But she deserves it.She plays DotA.Enough said.If you think all these are important, wait till the next part.She's Intellectual.I mean, i'm so glad that i've finally found someone other that Linda that shares my views and opinions! I can talk to her about anything from Boogers to Death.(Put em together and you get a Boogeyman.) Intelligence!The thing that i fell for most.I guess she must have been the only real competition in my Ex-English class.And one of the very few people to understand my infamous Stars! Essay.She understood it! And i'm i awe.When ever i look at her there are just that in my eyes,stars(Betcha thought awe right?Yeah, that too.) Sometimes i feel that i'm on so many levels at once.And the thing is, she's on those selfsame levels.So when we're together, it's just one.I love that head of hers.She is the personification of perfection,mandate to intellectuality.She is one smart babe.Well, i could go on and on.But, hey! I think i've got my point across.If it hits you, it hits you.Life is one funny thing.

"It's just a lowly question,barely worth her time,
On this day where hearts and souls and lovers intertwine,
It's just a lowly question,to keep silent is a crime,
I wonder if she'd whack me in the head if i asked,
Christi,be my Valentine?"

Duh, you all saw it coming...

Today

2006-02-10T19:19:00.000-08:00

Is the First Day of The Rest Of My Life.

I Shall Walk.

2006-02-07T19:35:00.000-08:00

How weird it is,That i must take a step back from looking at the world,to look at my life.Friday is O level Results day...I'm...i don't know what to think.For the first time in my life,I don't feel certain.For the first time in my life i am allowing myself to be buffeted around by the winds of change.Uncertainty because,i do not know where i will go next.My life,my future will be decided come friday.What i will choose to do with my life,If i should enter a polytechnic instituition.A hard decision to make in the prematurity of life.If i were to enter a Junior College,well, i have another two years and one major examination to think about it.For the first time, i cannot see what lies ahead.Where my path will be guided.There is no longer the security of a compulsory straight forward path of education.No more thinking just what lies at the end of the year.I have been thrust into a fog.And Lord,guide my feet.

It is a bit like death i suppose.One faces the ultimate unknown,and the meaning of life becomes clear,yet,well,he dies.That mix of anxiety and blunt curiousity.It is maddening.And depressing.Very depressing.I am forced to stand back and re evaluate the question,what would you like to be when you grow up?It seems to have been surreptitously merged with,What is it you would like to do now?

What is it WOULD i like to do now?Well,words have always intrigued me.I would like them to be my life's work.The ability to convey a myriad of complex emotions,Thoughts,actions, with the use of some primitive markings.Such depth lies in it,such mysteries.It is fascinating is it not?Words,i want to make my life's work.Yet,where in this country might i do it?

Mom always said.Don't worry,God will find a way...what else can i do but let the winds of change blow?And allow God to bear me under his wing to safety.

"And Thus,Another Chapter Unfolds.Let it come,I wait in pleasant surprise."-Me.

The Smell of Novels and Coffee

2006-02-06T01:26:00.000-08:00

You know i would really like to do when i'm old,wrinkly and smell of prunes?Or maybe when i retire early and fall back on my huge stash of cash from the many books i write that take the world by storm and show the west that asia isn't all about Kung pao chicken and fortune cookies.Though i like fortune cookies.Well, anyways, it's always been one of my dreams to open a bookshop.No,it's only partly revenge against Popular bookstore and it's horrible,well, book selection.Other than wanting to run that place out of town and destroy the monotonous monopoly of trashy novels that include such stupid teen favourites as Smallville,Angel,Charmed and other mindnumbing Crap that stares out from that bloody box of idiocy,The reason i would like to open a store like that is to harmonize books and people through my liking of them(The Books, not people.Well,some people.)It'll also serve coffee and other caffeinated beverages.And on fridays, it'll be free form poetry night.Where young Beatniks from all over can come and express their Hippiness through the joy of rhyming words and Bongo drums.On Saturday nights,it'll be Essay night.Where any essay, on any topic,From King James to Zebras can be read out without hesitation or humiliation.My BookCafe(Copyright pending) will be a santuary for the intellgent coffee lover.It will be a temple,dedicated to the art and love of writing.It will be a courtyard where Love flys free and intellectuals find one another.At least,it will be,until either i grow corrupt and start thinking about only the dough,or it is torn from it's innocence and bought over to be replaced by a lowly,filthy strip club.I do not know what is in store for my BookCafe,The Metaphoric Bean, but i swear i will uphold my morals and never ever sell it.It will be as an heirloom,passed down generations,and adapting,Always adapting with the changing flow of the times.But ut will always embody the love i have so pure,for the simple matter of words.For Literature.And there will be discounts for friends and family.We'll see. The future holds many surprises as they say.I am itching to see where mine will take me.

"Where the Bean is a Metaphor."

First time for everything...

2006-02-03T23:51:00.000-08:00

Or,in today's case,the first time i was moved to tears by a movie.It was a rendition of the pulitzer prize winning play,Wit,by Ms Margret Edson.Directed by Mike Nichols.My god.It was one sad movie.It wasn't thrashy romance like,Snort,Titanic.It didn't have some pathetic simpering heroine looking with unrequited yearning in some moronic pretty boy's eyes.
On a side note,women aren't like that.They're so much stronger.God have mercy on your soul,if you find out the hard way. So anyways,Death wasn't potrayed as a breaking of lover's union,It was potrayed in all the glory and justice of John Donne's Holy Sonnets.It was potrayed in depth. The movie...showed,death in the eyes of a Scholar,In the eyes of an intellectual.It came first,in all it's multi facets,all it's many levels.All it's many sides.And then,intellect was thrown aside.It succumbed to simplicity.Simple terms.Because,a professor in 17th century poetry finally saw it it as it happenedd to her.Death,with his scythe,to a philosopher.It was a beautiful show,Strangely uplifting.And coupled with grevious,well,wit.There was humour,but you didn't want to laugh.Such Humour it was!Never seen it before.The like of which will live with me forever.It opened my eyes...It opened my heart.Such a movie it was,such a movie.You would know what was in store,You would know,expect,the tragic end.But...You would keep watching.I didn't know why.Heart wrenching,to see the final days of Ms Vivian Bearing being played out.Her life,the excellent use of stage play in a movie...Amazing.How the doctor would start using the past tense while describing her.The cold...stupidity of the doctors..I could not bear to watch it again.And for that,it remains one of my favorite movies.An intellectual journey that strays from the path television stupidity.It was a fantastic flim.Go and watch it.Idiots would get bored.It was captivating.

So what did i do after the movie?Call and bother Christine of course.

"Brevity is the soul of Wit."-Margret Edson's WIT.

Most touching line: "I am a scholar.Or...i used to be.When i had shoes,and eyebrows..Haha."

I'm awake,I'm awake.

2006-02-03T04:28:00.000-08:00

I've had a lot of time to think about things.Alot of things,Alot of time.I've also learnt alot about Life,Love,The World.The Real World.People.Politics.Oh,i could go on...Basically,i've felt like i've finally opened my eyes.The transition from an uncaring kid to an all seeing entity.Entity,cause even adults forgo thoughts about the world.Entity,cause i know i have devastating potential.Entity,cause i feel like an outsider.I feel i view the world from the above,Rather than from the french grilled windows of my eyes.Entity,cause i know i can change things.The world is your Bento Lunch Box Set.So,i think.I continue to do so.I think.I learn.I understand.I think some more.I have grown.I know it.I see it.It is...sad to wave my youth goodbye.Having partaken the fruit of it,or what i think it is,It is...a pity.Yet,of course,i am glad.My imagination has Exploded!Into a million swirling colors!Blending,swirling,forming,receding!In glorious technicolor.It has...evolved.Like a stupid kind of pokemon.Evolved into Greatness!Harnessable greatness.I love my mind.You should do likewise.

Okay, i know there have been alot of complaints about not featuring my Beloved Christine.I'm shy,okay?But,don't worry,i will.With great aplomb.Yeah,get ready girl...

"I can think of all things,and they merge into nothing.The basis of thought is infinite."-Me

Woof! Bark! Yip! And other Canine Noises!

2006-01-28T21:07:00.000-08:00

Happy Chinese New Year!It's the Year of the dog! Or,the fire dog to be more exact.One quarter of the world is celebrating this momentous occasion.Business men are going nuts with almanacs and stuff.But, we must remeber to be nice to Dre,the dog,and my sister.Cause she's born in the year of the dog.Yes,i will not make any jokes about her likeness to one.No i won't.

Okay,let's take a look at the zodiac a bit.The dog is an earth sign.Got it?Yeah.And the Yearly quality changes every ten years.Therefore,this year is the fire dog.Understood?Yeah...well...

The last time that was a fire dog year was in 1946.Ring a bell?No?Idiots! It was the end of WW2!And the Un had it's first assembly too.So,basically,it was a year of recovery.Something about the emmies too...For flim.The emmy award for flims were founded in that year too.Along with numerous scientific Cradazzle that i will not ramify on.Which makes one appreciate just how much can happen in a year.So,people,Fire dog.

And Lenin was born in the year of the dog too...Lenin.Zepplin,the guy who created them helium balloons too.Andrea has some competition.

This post is just a bit o side note.The post under this,Is still the HIGHLIGHT of this blog.Please read it and comment.Thank you.And have a fiery year of passion,romance,and dogged existance!

"Happy year of the Dog!!!.......Doesn't that sound degrading to you?" - Commander Sean W.M.H

I feel so Old

2006-01-27T20:00:00.000-08:00

Like centuries of dirty soap water has been poured upon me.I feel so old.Grabbed by the ankle and dragged out of the cold dark safety of the womb,forced to open my eyes to a world where i see only grime.And nothing in common with me.I feel so old.

Why though?It IS becoming an increasisngly adulterated world.All for the consumer rights of hot blooded males,we rob our children of their innocence?I mean,i wouldn't be surprised to see strippers on Sesame Street,the rate we're going.And yet, movie companies and the showbiz department always add a little something something for the parents in kid shows.A cannotation,a joke.It's always there.Like,for example,in that movie,Antz?The one with all the Antz? The main character says to the heroine: "All right!You're getting off my most erotic fantasies list!"...Sure,a joke to the adults.But what if a kid asks,what does most erotic mean?Then,well, the parents could always lie...But the fact of the matter is,They are still exposed to this.Another example would be in the movie splitsville,A FAMILY show.You see this little kid,about...6 or 7.He screams out the word,sex!!!!Towards the end of the show.An inoocent potrayal of a child's view on the matter was what the producers were intending.But it was pretty unnnerving to see that seen.All that shit about letting your child "broaden his horizons",well,Sure,but not when the lil bugger can hardly walk!

I remember when i was first exposed to the matter.A tiny kid,with a bloody heavy school bag.Everyone was talking bout it in primary school.It was a topic shrouded in a dark enigma.And all we did was play around the edges.But play we did,mixing fact and fiction,imagination and reality.Horrible times those,when girls transformed from your best friends to something you should,frankly,be afraid off.No one could have a decent conversation with the opposite gender without being taunted.And then there were the crushes.Something i still can't figure out.So primal the instinct,and it is seen so early in life.I had my first one in kindergarten.It was pure.Not filth that was made with dollops of mystery.I truly thought that girl was pretty.It was that.

So basically,Love has always been there.It has always existed.Now it's being confused with lust.And this is happening to younger kids...and getting younger too.

Pornography.Sure,it has existed for centuries.Writings about prostitutes.But it was probably used by grown men in the battlefield.Not by kids.So easily accessible it is today.So easily they can be corrupt.It is the learning factor.And the desire to put into practice that creates offenders.They cannot control themselves.It is sad really.

I feel so old.And as i look at the world,i don't feel that i am part of this.I don't. I watch.And all around me,men holding constitutions and corrupting politics,I see them as undisciplined little children.Running around,thinking about themselves.Is there no one else that sees the big picture?No one else?I feel so old.Thrust into a world i see with all completeness,I know every facet of,And yet,cannot understand why it has to be.I feel so old.Yet i will continue to watch.For i am very interested in seeing where life will take me.Curiosity abounds.I feel old,but my desire to see myself true burns young.It shall never be quenched.

"I would carry an umbrella around these days.I would be expecting a hail of fire and brimstone any second now."-Me

Self presevation,Is what's really going on...

2006-01-26T19:53:00.000-08:00

It has come to my attention that certain of my friends are behaving like carpets and letting others walk all over them,namely,my other friends.Sure,you let Girls walk over you man..Not anyone else...Sheesh.In this day and age,Wit is your only weapon against being chewed up and spat out by the many smartasses and jerkswinebags around.Therefore,it is with great pride that i bring you:My official idiot's guide(declassified and unabridged) to Hurling your very own insult!

Lesson 1) Standing up.

You let me undermine you by calling you an idiot?!What kind of moron are you?You're not going to take that lying down!Be assertive!Stand up for yourself you weenie!You have every right to insult back,whichever ass wipe is insulting you!You have rights too.Well,more than certain domestic animals anyway.

In a goddam nutshell:It's time you learned that you are a person too.Be assertive(i.e. Agressive.i.e.mean).

Lesson 2) Recognizing word play.

Wit,sarcasm,Subtlty.These are the literary devices skilled insulters use.Recognize it.Know what they are.

Wit-Usually whip lash fast.Smart.A retort.A pointing out of a key feature that may not be insulting.That is where the power of wit lies.Making it an insult without much seeming like one.Wit however,might not be taken into account as an insult.Theorists and critics are still argueing this one out.Gravediggers normally use this as a form of humour to the audience.

Countering wit-Now,you're safe it only the two of you are duking it out.Wit is used to generate laughs among those there.If there are more people there,wit can only be combated with wit itself. But remember,the knife takes time to sharpen.You'll get the hang of it.

Sarcasm-Much favoured by those with mediocre to high intelligence.It can go horribly wrong and sound really stupid if not 'delivered'(delivery will be covered later) properly.Sarcasm,the pointing out of flaws and highlighting of a person's stupidity.Generally makes the insulted fell as smart as a piece of corodded iron.It's all in the delivery.

Countering sarcasm-RECOGNIZE IT.Know how it caresses the mind and injects its poison.From there,a knowing look is enough.The sarcasm has been broken through.

Subtelty-Cruel.Being insulted without knowing it.

Countering subtlty-Be strong with your language.Body and words must be read through.There is no direct wall against this opposition.So,USE IT.

Lesson 3)Dodging

An insult is thrown at you.Dodge it.This is entirely using body language.A blur look will only entice the use of more advanced wordplay.Shoot back with a look of defiance.

Lesson 4)Rolling

Roll the insult you've just received over on your tongue and mind.Explore it's many facets and find it's gaping hole.There always is one.We are human.Think.

Lesson 5)Retort

Think of something relating to the insult.And let'er rip!Use the devices.Soon,you'll have your very own style of insulting.Remember,Going the high road is only for people who aren't worth your time.For everyone else,there's mastercard.And protecting yourself from verbal abuse you don't have to take.

Lesson 6)Delivery

With your insults it is best to include a snide edge to your voice.Poison and venom come in handy too.Use in moderation.And if it don't kill you.it makes you stronger.

Lesson 7) Continue

Get the upper hand.And start a barrage.Adjust your ruthlessness to your disposal.

Well,that's it.Now you have been imbued with the power to insult.Get up carpet head.It's time to face the world!

All i am saying...

2006-01-24T23:17:00.000-08:00

Give peace a chance.But alas,the fight for peace has never been easy.Nor has it been completely fulfilled.Peace,War.Life.A natural part of it?Will any man,born throughout any of the centuries,face the dilemma of warfare?Of moral,social or national warfare?Now...Oh yes,now.It is being fought just under the surface,by what bigwigs we know of.Corruption versus Justice.But are they not just points of view?A corrupt man might never see himself that way.He fights for what he thinks is justice.And dies that way.A perception.Just like what a sasquatch might be doing in a pudding factory.

Martin Luther King Jr said,"I have a dream." John and yoko sang,"Give peace a chance." And Malcom X exclaimed,"I believe in the brotherood of men.All men."
And what happened to these dictators of peace?Perhaps it isn't so unexpected.They were all shot.Assasinated.They fought for similar beliefs,through different mediums and stratedgies. Dr Luther shook it up in the political scene.Common people perhaps only knew him as a just man.He was perhaps similar to those he was fighting against.A shadowy figure at the top.But he decended.To the people.He was "at the mountaintop".The very next day,he was assinated.

Mr Lennon fought in a loophole in the entertaiment industry.He connected with the people.He was shot.4 bullets in his back.One severing his aorta.

Malcom X....was different.The rest of his quote is as follows."but I don’t believe in brotherhood with anybody who doesn’t want brotherhood with me. I believe in treating people right, but I’m not going to waste my time trying to treat somebody right who doesn’t know how to return the treatment."

He fought with power itself.He used anger.His perception was not absolute.He held no "anti violence" acts.He used violence.He garnered fear.Respect.Awe.But in the end,At 39 years of age,15.Yes,15 gunmen rushed him on stage.

Of all who fought for peace,most were throttled in the womb of their "dream".

No one listens any longer.A threat to the sovereignty must be destroyed.It has always been.And thus,Rebellion.

Hah! Rebellion.Take for example,the three kingoms era.Dong Zhuo,the ultimate baddie,Using his courtside position to lie his head in the lap of lady luxury.The Yuan Shao's call to arms.

Cao Cao wanted to end the choas.

Liu Bei wanted to restore the glorious Han.

Sun Quan...I dunno.Fought for his family name of Wu.And perhaps for land.

In the end,they fought each other for what they thought was proper ruling.It all comes down to one glorious word.Politcs.Many small bloodsucking insects.

Perhaps we would never truly understand why wars are fought."They" say it is neccessary.We,the people oblige.Political ideals,land,money.Diplomatic ties with millitary deterrence is only perhaps prolonging whatever war.Peace can never truly be attained.People like their guns too much.A lack of understanding.It disgusts me that this,is the glorious ruler of earth.Humph.

"It takes one man to gamble the card of peace.Then he gets shot."-Me

THINK! For once.

2006-01-22T20:42:00.000-08:00

I just woke up.It's twelve pee am.It's smack in the middle of the holidays.I don't have a job.Well,other than updating this,meeting Ms X or any of my friends or cousins and playing Counter Strike and warcraft.Yes,it's the life huh?A hell of a lot of time to think too.About life,Love,Peace,Joy,god,now you know I'm a positive person.Weird.I also think about thinking.Why though?Why think?Why this ability to question the workings of life,when in the end,the greater issues remain unresolved?Look where it has brought us.We are still unsure about Ghosts,and spiritual communication after the big D.We come up with crazy ass ideas like Life was the cause of a chemical and genetic mistake.Yet,thinking has stopped us from dying so fast.It has prolonged life.Survival?The basis of thought?I think therefore i survive?Ah,but that is the big issue isn't it?Thinking about Life's purpose and that.Thinking about the world.

The scope of our thoughts,the ken,reduces as we will.Or at least,it's smaller the dumber your are.We think about the social structure of things.We reduce our ken from life,to mankind.We think of politics.Then following that,we think of our current lives,Family.Detached from the community.And within that lies the darkness.We think about ourselves.Our life.One.What happens next.What am I to do?Is it really true?When we think of the big picture,ME is usually just behind,breathing down one's neck with the dagger of self gain poised at the spine.Human nature,is after all everyone says,self before rest.But...we are more civilised now.Just as Alfieri no longer keeps a pistol in his filing cabinet,we no longer think of ourselves.Why?Love.Has evolved.Thousands of bards over thousands of centuries,still cannot unravel this enigma.A little feeling that fills the heart.That can choke one senseless,and bring you to your knees. Beautiful.Yet at all once,scary. Life without love is animalistic savagry.Love is what makes life i think.Or it could be god's little joke to keep us occupied here on earth.

"Further analysis needed on topic."-me

Guess who's Back.

2006-01-21T20:33:00.000-08:00

Back again.Feels great to get to writing again.No thanks to that stupid site about bacon and velocity...Crashed me hard disks it did.Well,anyways,here i am once again.Came back to the writing.

Lesson 1)
BEWARE KIDS.Especially those in the gifted streams.

Not only will they someday be utilised as our most beloved Grassroots leaders,They can so kick your ass at gaming.Now,when i say gaming,i don't mean Need For Speed,or Space invaders for you...old school..folks out there.Gaming.Comes in many forms.From Halo,to sigh...monopoly.Yes.He can smack you with his gun butt without you knowing,and make THOUSANDS off of ya by Monopolising the Bloody Railways.It's true...Kids are getting stupider.But something has to balance out. Some are just becoming immensly intelligent.

Lesson Learnt:DON'T SELL RAILWAYS TO KIDS!

Hah!It's back! My impromtuness.It's here!Yay!

But...Gifted Stream...There's always been something fishy...Selective theoretical intelligence.What if people are seived through?People are stating to NOT think things over.

Next topic...LOVE!

Or not...

Step by proverbial step...

2006-01-20T22:38:00.000-08:00

I sit here my heart full of grief.No,no one's died.In fact life is going fantastic for me.That is,when i look at myself from afar,over a period of time.I'm young,healthy,i've got the holidays before me,and my dearest Miss X next to me.I've got all my best friends and cousins,and come to think of it,best friends OF cousins backing me up.Russell,Mark,Joshua,Ruben,Sean,Anand.Thanks guys.Meeting newer people,like Nitty,fun fellow,him. And yet...Something seems...off.This teensiest feeling of remorse that sources from,what appears to be a very shallow area.Maybe it's cause i should apologise to Domingo.Sorry man,no harm done.(mutter mutter...happy Jose?) But maybe it's sorta the feeling that...here i am,set to change the world,yet,nothings bloody happening.Stuck in a place that most Ang Mohs think is near Beijing,China or at best a small mining town in Michigan.Check the last part out.You'll be surprised.So anyways,what is my ambition?To rock the world,and when i leave it,to exit with aplomb and several thousand statues?But,statues fall apart.And even memories die.How many heroes are we ignoring today?It is just so human to forget.Sigh....Yeah,to forget huh...Sorry domingo.I mean this one.So,it will come to pass,perhaps i will be a pinprick of blue paint in the canvas of the world.A sentence in the history books.For what?My life to be remembered as that?To forsake so many other feelings in pursuit of what children yawn at in class?Do i need that?Humph.I am too precious to dwell as a half remembered fact.Sure, there will be admirers,enthusists.But for what?They live,praising a noble.They die.With them their ichor of memoirs.Another takes the place.Such a drag.

"What's the point in making a mark on a world that hardly cares?"-Me.

The tough road back up.

2006-01-19T22:59:00.000-08:00

I think i'm back.I'm not sure.Am i?I'm computer hopping away...so,yeah.I didn't really plan anything...And since this is a foreign computer,my impromptu initiative is sorta screwed.Well,i COULD tell you about Terry Prachett...Possibly the greatest fantasy-humour Author on earth.Or i could go on about how Zhang Ziyi,pretty as she is,is so NOT a sayuri...Or i could just blab on about life like i usually do.I'm sorry that i'm beating round the bush today...Wait.It's what i usually do. But this time,i am not presenting facts and asking you to come up with your own.Frankly,your reading of this post is quite simply a waste of your time.Hmm...The munching of fruit loops is really annoying.A new discovery.Speaking of which,so are these,new inventions straight from my head to yours:

1)Self frying fishsticks.Beats me how they fry themselves though.

Well.I'm sure i had a couple more...Weird how these things sorta slip your mind.Just zpppt.Gone.Important stuff too.That could make me millions.Oh yeah,all o this stuff is patent pending.So,bugger off.Okay.I'll be off now.Be back. soon.

Has Ragnarok Come?NEVER!

2005-12-05T02:18:00.000-08:00

My,My,My...What a humonguous mess this thing is in...Hmm...Only here to sort all this out..But first,Lemme dish out some thanks.Thank you Mr wei jian,for the generous use of his computer.I also thank the Lovely and extremely gorgeous Miss X,for informing you guys what's really going on.Thanks babe.But but now,comes all this CRAP.Some idiot's posing as,well, everyone...Poor Adibah...And Me!Well,All GENERAL of the blog posts aren't mine..That is,so not my style.Aim for the top or nothing at all.I BANISH you hacker.Hmm,identity may not be SUCH a mystery.Quit creating trouble here.It's only a small blog,ya sick and twisted,demented jerk.So,get away.Like i said,only one me.Stop trying guys,it'd never work.Leave my loyal readers ouut this too.And stop trying to get a piece of the action molina.Seetoh's known youy long enough to see through this.Well,also, my condolences to Mr Ngyen.Mr Ravi,it's going to be a long hard battle ahead.You,as one in the political scene,must already know this.I am sorry for this injust death.For now,our options and where we can take them are limited.The battle is lost,but the war is not.There will come a time where the loophole of justice is so wide open,that a flawless victory may be won.For now,one can only wait.And prepare.I wish you luck Sir.
Alas,i must leave you.If the tag board incident persists,well,contact Miss X,ASAP.You will know my posts.Small chance i'll be posting on the board...If i do,you will know it is I.Trust me.I will lead us out of this mess.Good bye people.I will see you when i do.

I am mad but North-North-West.

2005-11-13T15:07:00.000-08:00

I found a Hamlet guide book in the toilet alright!But,really,What would ol shakesphere say to the reading of his plays in the John...Turn in his he grave he would.But,well,his career didn't exactly strike gold the first time round.Amid cries of "Zounds man!" and "Get off the stage!" volleys of rotten veggies would come hurtling down like some kind of freak thunderstorm.But,well he didn't quit did he?Shook the sphere,ol ruffle neck did.What is it with him and circles anyways?ShakeSPHERE,his GLOBE theatre,that CIRUCULAR ruffle round his neck...An obsession?A hidden conspiracy?Was he part of the council to protect the Heir to Jesus?If i were to write a book on crap based like this,would it also sell like Dan Brown's Da Vinci code?Well,at least you know how i feel about HIS book...Rose Line my toosh.

So anyways,today was Lit paper 2.Piece of cake,though it did have some gritty stuff in it.Questions we've never seen the like of.But i think i pulled it off...i hope.My book was an Anthology called A Sense Of Belonging.Or as we lovingly call it,S.O.B. I can still remember my teacher going,
"Class,please bring your Son of,tsk,Son of,I mean Sense of belonging."

Heh.But the stories in it are quite easy really...But i was hoping we would do something like The Twelfth Night...Ah well,it's over.No use harping about it.After the paper,went to have breakfast.And i went to Popular.And i noticed a shelf.And what i saw on the shelf made me mad.And i thought about what i have seen.And i decided that it was pretty characteristic of Singaporeans anyway.What i saw was a Shelf entitled,'Classics'.On said shelf were the Greats,Dickens,Shakesphere,Eyre...And did you know how much they were going for?$4.93!!!!!
Outrageous!These were the people who revolutionized writing!Who conveyed their lives,ideas and thoughts into writing so beautiful it has touched the hearts of generations of readers!It's not even five dollars!What the hell?!I would have bought their whole stock,but being the broke student that i was,i did'nt.I could'nt.Moreover,hardly a page had been ruffled.They were stacked on that accursed shelf,gleaming under the neon lights,having withstood the tests of time,they stood tall.And clean.And unwanted.They cannot,perhaps,withstand the tests of Singapore.I move further to the teenage fiction section.I see kids sitting on the floor.First up,Buy your freaking book and sit your asses at home!The other thing was what they were reading.Buffy,Angel,CHARMED??!!!!You've watched enough TV,now you wanna read it too?What the?!Ridiculous!Not one weenie kid with hundred degree specs even took a GLANCE at Ursula Le Guinn.How very very sad...Movies are shaping the lives of our young.If you ask me,they're becoming ruder,dumber and less imaginative(This is not the View of an adult,I am but 15.The ken of adults cannot reach their darling,nerdy kids)Also,for my hate of Singlish,Blur.Sigh...All i can see is a bleak future of an increase in even more engineers and I.T specialists...Where is there santuary for one such as I?Only in your company...

"Words without thoughts,Never reach Heaven."-Oh yeah Claudius?Dog my cats if my words didn't contain a hint of anger.Or at the very least,irritation.

To be or not to be.

2005-11-12T00:52:00.000-08:00

Well,it's twelve midnight,friday the ummm,i'm not really one for dates..Refer above..if it don't appear,well,i ain't one for details too.Okay,40 minutes of battery life left in the laptop.Bottom of the ninth inning,and the bases are loaded.It's the do or die moment.I'm not really a baseball fan and i have no bloody idea what the hell i just said.But,hey,i can try eh?If i'm speaking slight Brooklynese(E.g:I can tell you things about Louis that won't make you wave to him no more.)Then it's probably the side effects of over concentration of quotes from Arthur Miller's(Married Marilyn Monroe,the sly dog) View From the Bridge.Yea,today was Literature in english paper one (revised) Went really well, i might add.Seriously, i always wanted to post in the middle of a life deciding international exam....so here it is.

So i came on today,to see what's up at this here old blog,and i see a certain anonymous post.Asking me of my view of capital punishment(will come back later,that is,unless i forget it untimely).And my first thought was,MADAM PREMA.I dunno,Suspect the english teacher first.Sorry that haven't handed in my EL file,by the way, no harm done.Gulp.But then it turns out to be this blogger(wendy) who wins like blogging awards and stuff.And i was like,OH DAMN!Believe me,it's an honour.So, hey.Finally,recognition?Heh,i won't be complacent,that just screws with your mind.Complacency and Confidence should not get mixed.One can toe the proverbial line however...But yeah.An honour,miss.Hats off to you.27 minutes left.I am typing at great speed.Sorry for any spellling or grammatical errors.It sucks typig on a laptop.heh.So yeah,Hmmm CAPITAL PUNISHMENT...Surely alot of stuff to think about.Surely we cannot come to a conclusion so quickly.Surely we must incorporate the unmeasurable human nature,to judge,to survive,to conquer and to control.Well, i'll give you a bloody quick version of mine.24 mins....

Who are we to judge.Many unjust men deserve death.Yet many just men deserve life.Can you give them that?I dunno who said it, but it makes a whole lotta sense.Who are we to judge.I mean,what is the difference in dishing out death and following Justice by what ever other means?By shunning the criminal or by imprisonment?Is that not judging?Who are we to judge?We are but men,created equal in likeness.How is another question.God or genetic evolution,we are still of the same mould.We are of men.And how can we decide on another's life?Perhaps this stems from nature's Pecking Order.The law that there is always someone at the top.But instead of the Strongest,what do we have?The richest?The highest social standing?The most intellectual?Some does come out on top.And someone DOES have the ability to play with lives here.Why?Because we let them?Because we are facing a stronger power?Well,this POWER, is not of cosmic means.It is not of kharmatic origin.It is human.It is the power of the cunning of the human mind.Bravo.Clap clap.Bravo.With the limitations of the meagre human mind,one can rise higher than his peers.The greatest kings and conquerers.Created equal.Yet,that little bit of thinking puts him in the greatest advantage.He holds the power.The power of control.PERHAPS the power to judge,to sentence death.Perhaps.Who deserved this death,assuming that He was right to judge,and so to sentence?That of LOWER intelligence?That does not meet his intellect?the criminal does not?Why not then,say,the intellegince of that ruler used for calculation of a crime.Does that not take us back to the beginning of the cycle?That all are created equal?That all have the potential to attain the height of a leader of men and women?Thus we see,whom do we sentence?Whom do we judge?The next Mahatma Ghandi,or the next Eva Pernon.Terrorist to petty thief,we share that potential,for we are but men.To end a life?People make mistakes.Find me a man that hasn't and i'll deep fry my shorts and eat them.The world is riddled with imperfections.Is it these imperfections,lost in popularity,not of social or moral standing that poison a man with the death sentence?Mistakes are made,why?Why imperfection?Pride,GREED.Roots of evil.It's all a vicious cycle.Greed-crime-judgement.Perhaps,the respect that one has risen above the,the common man,does in fact justify the right for sentencing death.For the benefit of others?To keep peace?Life is truly the most amazing thing on earth.Should we,no,CAN we deny that right?We fight for human rights.Is this,IS LIFE NOT THE MOST BASIC OF RIGHTS?Perhaps judgement is right,to improve soceity.Perhaps soceity is not worth it.But please,ponder this.Are those who judge,alas,also guilty?

There ya go.Well,Me and Her are doing pretty well i say.I'll give more details after the Os or sis'll kill me.See yiz soon guys.I'm halfway there.

FLY,You Fools!

2005-10-31T19:25:00.000-08:00

You ever felt that sometimes,you have so many thoughts racing through your head that it seems that you're trying to squeeze them through one of those cocktail measuring things they use to measure the amount of syrup for your blueberry milk tea in a bubble tea shop?Yeah.Oh,no,not just many different thoughts.The same thoughts seen in different facets,from different view points,from differing perceptions.Like a cube,that's rotating in mid-air,only,it's not a cube,but something with way many sides.You ever felt that sometimes there are thoughts you just can't control?Spoken within your ear to cause doubt,spreading it's seeds through your mind,making you worry?Taking away time that you want to spend with your other thoughts?Thoughts that you know in your heart, are pure and true?Like a veil.A flimsy piece of cloth dangling before you.A cloth that can speak,jeering you,hanging just before the oasis of good.What to do with this cloth?It's so thin,so false.You know it's not true,yet it never allows you peace?What to do?Rip it away,rip it apart.Such lies,disallow them footholds in your mind.Worry,Doubt.Kick them away,and believe in what you know is truth.Believe.Sometimes,they mingle with the truth,seeming to become one.Seeming.Fog,seeming neither to be air nor water.Seeming.Yet we know it's true nature.It is water,claiming to be air!It is water,pure and simple.Thus,lies will always be lies,and truth will always be truth.Do not deny yourself the right of truth.The right of Freedom of thought.They may mingle,but they can NEVER be one.Do not worry.All will be set right.Insecurities will plague your mind.Brush them aside.You are your master,master of your thoughts.Destroy those lies.Zap.Blow them to smithereens.Live life the way YOU WANT TO.Live life without doubt and worry.Live,LIFE.

This happens if you think too much.You reach a cliff.Now,the test.FLY.Everyone can.Fly.

"KABOOM!!!"-Me getting rid of an annoying thought.

Happy halloween by the way.With the bats and witches and the trick or treats.

The Frozen Clock

2005-10-29T12:02:00.000-07:00

The ticking of the minute hand,silent,hardly noticed
Yet,every inching,to complete the cycle,
A gong in my mind,repeating,deafening
How time flees,from my grasp
Slipping through,like an elixer,
Ichor,much needed,forever depleted
What should i do?
How should i stop it?
Like collecting pure spring water,
Using nothing but a broken seive.
Throw it away?
Allow thought to consume it?
Like a wildfire upon a baked savannah?
For shame!
That is the coward's path
Revel in it,become one it,make it yours
For You are time,
And time is you.

-Paul.Victor(trying something new)

Like Mud Through The Hourglass...

2005-10-21T17:53:00.000-07:00

So are the days of my life.But unlike this famous soap opera of life,love and demonic posession,it(my life) isn't exactly overflowing with excitement.These days have been dead BORING.Mock exams here,natural diasters there,Annoying,secret spewing rat traps of sisters the other corner...sheesh.Okay,natural diasters are interesting,though not exactly a healthy interest.I mean,come on...surely you find hurricanes and cyclones fascinating?No?Funny?As in,cows flying all over the place?No?What?No i'm NOT being cynical.There is beauty everywhere,just cause it destroys houses and throws cows around,doesnt mean it ain't worth a gander.Hurricanes and typhoons are the same thing,by the way.Just that it's thyphoon in one hemisphere and hurricane in the other.Okay,enough for now,like i was saying,my life has been like an idiot on a treadmill.He thinks he's going somewhere,but he just ain't moving.At this time last year,i would have been rejoicing at the 2 month long freedom.Frolicking happily in the filthy,chicken cutlet filled shorelines of sentosa,watching movies that made no sense,and waking up with a smile on my face and a song in my heart....at 12 noon.Now,it's just this dense grey fog hanging before me.A tiny pinprick of light far ahead,but all round me the unknown cold of a major,international exam.Sure,everyone goes through it.So?I,have not.But still,optimism to the rescue.And that nagging Nike motto,Just do it.The fog will clear.I hope it does soon.

So,yeah.Not really fun to be me now eh?Then,today,my essay on stars got printed out.And there was this comment by,most possibly Madam Prema,on how i am a philosophical romantic or summat.Mature for a 16 year old. Thank you,Flattered,i am, but i do have regular sword(plastic ruler) fights with Sean(or Saen,as the class photo dictates.).Sides,i ain't even 16 yet...But,Madam Prema,well,hope you have a,i dunno,what do you say to a lady in labour?Safe...er...delivery?.That's right...i think.So,yeah,i'll end here then.But i do think that Blogs are a great way to keep in touch.Maybe i should ask around...see if the teachers have any...

"ALOHAMORA!!Opened any locks?"-You know who you are.Well,not really a chockful of wisdom,but i found it funny.

"There's more to Creation than practicality.."

2005-10-20T16:02:00.000-07:00

A quote from "Kindergarten" by James.E.Gunn.Quite a nice short story about God as a little 0kid.Caught your attention?Well,go and check it out at... http://www.rswheeldon.com/wierd/kindergarten.html

When was the last time you worked that Couch potato of a mind?Read it.Won't take more than five minutes.Unless you read really slow(shut up you...oh yes, you know who i'm talking about.)
but you should do fine.But really, i do feel that there's more to creation than practicality.Don't
you?Sure, all the pretty colors mean that they're poisonous,that cool looking horn and tusks?To crack ice and vegetation.Those sick ass green eyes?To see better in the dark.Those sciency types have a use for everything...what about the simple beauty of these things?Simple.The sky is blue because blue reflects light the best.So?Big deal,it may be complex light reflextion trajectorial crap to you,but to me, it's the granduer of a new day(much as i hate the early mornings).A nice color that reminds me of soft sea breeze and clerity of mind.Well, not really clerity,tried to read a book with the hypnotic splashing of the waves and the warm wind in your face.Good luck.So,yeah, my whole point is,Stop finding a frigging use for every damn thing and just enjoy the looks of it.Where has all the emotion gone?Test tubes and beakers?Speaking of test tubes, what the hell is that about test tube babies?What happened to the old fashioned way?Man's need to be perfect will be this stupid species' downfall.Intelligence,perhaps,isn't our best quality.What with the radpid deforestation and all.

So,anyways, today was Science PRACTICAL!!!YAY! O levels.one shot,enjoy it i say.Pretty easy,i was expecting no less than some sorta radioactive chemical...But we had fun with rolling stuff down a wooden ramp.You know that song?Just keep rollin,rollin,rollin,rollin?Yeah, couldnt get it outta my head.But,really,my mind felt like it was truding through mud,or snow,or muddy snow.Maybe i was sleepy or maybe there was an information overload or maybe i just smelt too much chlorine in question A....But,yeah.it was pretty easy for the dreadedd O LEVELS.i end with this:SHOOT FOR THE STARS,BABY!AND HAVE FUN DOING IT.

Russell said something terribly intelligent and emotional today.Had to immortalize it.
"If you're not crying on the outside,You're crying on the inside."-Russell lim.Ouch.

So much for cornrows...

2005-10-18T22:31:00.000-07:00

Yeah,cornrows...Or are they called cornRolls?Longstanding debate,but, like all longstanding debates,they never come to a definite conclusion.Heck,still can't decide over the falklands can they?So, anyway, visited the -snort- Barber yesterday...The infamous butcher of hair,destroyer of folicles,Razer of the many...okay,never mind...had a bloody haircut okay?There goes the corn rolls...well, it's all cause of dear old dad really...He keeps saying that he's gonna cut my hair to bits while i'm sleeping...Maybe it was the continued threats,maybe it was that bald gut on tv, maybe it was the tuna i ate before bed,whatever it was,i dreamt i woke up bald...Quite paradoxical really,waking up in a dream.Huh.Well, it scared me to such an extent that, well, you know...To add to my great despair,I was happily cutting away on a packet of Jubes Nata De Coco,strawberry flavored,when i cut myself.On the finger,Hard.I swear you could see the bone.And the amount of blood!!!My god!Blood everywhere,the table top,the eggs in the fridge,my mom's tea,it was raining!!!Well, not really...i'm still typing arent i?Not much blood, but i see that iodine and plasters are gonna be with me for a long time to come...so,yeah.Now edward Scissorhands is my greatest fear.

And...is this true?Does our homeboy have a....Love interest?No a very smart move by putting this on the blog...considering that, well,people you don't want to know of these things read it....But...sigh....the way her long locks glint auburn in the morning light that lazily flits through the open window the classroom.How the dust particles dance around her in a parade that celebrates Yin.I sincerelly hope that you will share my secrets and, like good tv crazed addicts,will advise me as you see fit in my coming escapades.Whaddya say my Readers?Be that pool of bad advice?Thank you.I hope you people will SHUT UP about this(Especially one...whom i'm related to.It's no one you know, so,HAH.)Did i mention she had LONG hair?

Well,all bout hair today i see.Now, if you will,i have a conference to attend to.Good day folk.Rememeber,by reading this,you are therefore restricting yourself to a contract that binds you(party A) with an oath to complete secrecy abouth the issues hence and thereoff contained in this blog.Any hinting or blatant speaking of such issues will result in dire consequences.Every dirty little secret i know about you will be sent to everyone of importance.And believe me...I know alot...willing to take the chance?

"You know what they say,hair today,gone tomorrow."-Normad.

Fake=Bad

2005-10-11T20:28:00.000-07:00

Well,i mean that both literally and metaphorically.Or was that figuratively?Whatever it is, i mean it in all sense.Seriously, could'nt think of a title.Why?Well, because the mock "exams" are screwing with my mind.When you wake up at two a.m all drenched out in a cold sweat and thinking about Faraday chasing you around with a giant metal ring...well, i guess even freud would say it ain't a good sign.Mock is a bad word.Not only because it last two letters are similar to a well used and peppered swear word, but cause it M and O in the front.Mental Overhaul.Okay, i know i'm not making sense, i rarely do,so,hey.So, like i was saying,i think these Mock Exam thing is some long running joke from our beloved seniors.Sure, after they got their bloody result in their grubby little hands,the Mind breaking Mock Exams were USEFUL.Argh!Sometimes,in the middle of a two hour long paper, i just lose the will to fight.Then i lapse into happy little dreams where Sir Victor the Brave bravely fights off fire breathing rats with wings(dragons) and saves some beautiful damsel or another from green cannibal midgets.Then i wake uo to find dragon slop on my table(this,might,however,be my drool) and find my test paper missing.After a while though, it falls mysteriously from the above.Well, actually,in the sweltering conditions of the merged classrooms(and from the dragon's breath) it gets stuck to my forehead.

Then, i tried Vegetarian food.My god,that was the worst mistake of my young and accomplished life...Which makes me hate the word Mock even more.Clones never win,and Soy beans can never be chicken.Or fish.Or pork.I now have new respect for vegetarians.So much for healthy living...I wonder if teachers have blogs btw....So, in conclusion,Mock is bad.Stick to the real things.Mock exams are just there to,well,mock you.

"I shall raise a grand clone army...To counter the increasing threats of the seperatists."-Well,clones never win.Not those from kamino or even those of Bobba Fett(Or was it Jango?).Go REBELS!!!!

Current reading:The Golem's Eye,Bartimaeus Trilogy Part 2.Johnathan Stround.Highly Recomomended.

My Bushido(no, it's not a bug)

2005-10-06T07:25:00.000-07:00

Well, the title pretty much speaks it's worth.So,that's what i'm going to do,give you my honour system.Get ready to see what an honourable person i am.

1) I Shall never ever for never ever ever....Steal another writer's work.Well,this is my number one.My commandment number one.I know how much it hurts when what ever it is people plagerise from me is used in the WRONG CONTEXT.Using it in the right context is fine.But come on guys,understand the art,then use it.

2)I will never ever....Steal another guy's girlfriend.That is just downright despicable.However, this law will not apply if said girl WANTS to be stolen.Then,well, sorry buddy,hell hath no fury like a woman scorned(and they get scorned very easily,not doing what she wants you to is in fact,scorning her.)

3)I shall never shun a righteous person.Well, yeah.If i shun you,then, i don't consider you righteouss.

4)I will never beat up or arrange to have someone beaten under false pretences.All evidences and proof will be collected before actual beating occurs.Tongue lashing may continue as per normal.

5)I will only do something i really,really don't want to do when personal or mass gain is involved.Now the mass gain part needs some elaboration.Say those big head science boys in Russia create a growth formula for crops.And they need a human to taste test a strawberry chemically enhanced till it is the size of a human brain,i would go, only if the said formula will cure poverty and malnutrion in the Sahel regions of Africa.

6)I will never insult another's family.Unless, of course,it's my family i'm insulting.Please note that YO MOMMA jokes are not inclusive.

7)I will ALWAYS take the high road and smile insults(or fists) thrown at me.If the conflict is unresolved.Then refer to No.4.

8)I will never ever insult a girl or make her cry,even indirectly.I seriously don't think i can take it.I mean, i can never live with it.(The only girl not bound by this code(at leasst the insult part) is my dear sister.)

And finally,

8)All bushido code of honour laws will be broken if,and only if, there is suffient reason to.Or if the payoff is so immense that i'll drown in it(and i can get out of the situation relatively unharmed and still have my dignity...which is unlikely.)

So,there you go,my code of honour.My Bushido.It may not be samurai like.I am NOT willing to die for them(well except for No 8....sorta...if it's someone i really like). And,well, at least i have something to live by.Sorta.In a twilight zone sorta way.

"Any man who has not yet found something he would die for does not deserve to live"-Some guy.Pretty powerful eh?For me, it's writing.For emotion.For Love.( not really for love, just thought it'd sound more cool.)

Massacre of the Mind

2005-10-02T11:26:00.000-07:00

What do i mean?Well, think about it,then again, don't.What i mean is, every time you think,be about exams,about life,or even if you rack your brains about what you ate last thursday(it take a long time to figure,trust me) you are KILLING your brain cells.GASP!You are murdeering yourself!What a bloody surprise!Now, how is this possible?Well, your thoughts are actaully electrostatic pulses.They travel along your nerves,frying a couple a hundred brain cells on the way.Now, SO WHAT? You might say.Blood cells regenerate,tissues heal.Sorry to burst your bubble,brain cells don't.Meaning, you are steadily dumbening everytime you work out that income tax return form.Not so pleasant eh?Why is it we feel nothing when thousands of our cells are dying in agony as we finally decide what to have for lunch? Scientists(why don't they ever NAME these faceless "scientists",if that is their real name) speculate that either the charges are so minute that you don't feel them,or it is because the brain does not feel pain at all(they are absent of pain...transceivers).So yeah.You might be begging me to tell you what to do to stop the infitismal murder.Well, it's really easy.Stop thinking bout things that don't matter.Stop thinking about painful memories.Stop worrying about the future.Think about what you have to.Live in the NOW people,not in the past or the unknown future.

"No one can run from their past,they'll be running in circles."-Max Payne.
My say:Stop running.Turn around.Destroy it.

So yeah,an update into my life at large.Well, finally listened to the constant nagging.Took to studying.Results Suck.Motivation attained.The only thing i'm happy about was that i topped the class for Literature.Took a humonguos Risk(the game of global domination) in the fact that i went AGAINST what the question was asking about.

Eg. "How sorry do you feel blah blah"

Me: "I Do not feel sorry for blah blah at all."

Well, what's life without a couple of gambles?I am only saying this cause this one paid off.But anyways, my scope of the world has been greatly reduced due to mugging,i'll see ya guys again...soon....i hope.

"I am going through a process f dumbening,wait a minute,that's not how you spell dumbening....Wait a minute! Dumbening isn't even a word!"-Lisa J Simpson.

EL-E-VA-TION!!!

2005-09-21T15:48:00.000-07:00

Yes,it's from U2's single.I dunno,i just like the song i guess,listening to it now...U2 makes so much more sense than say,BRITNEY SPEARS.And most modern pop songs are just full of crap.I ain't saying go listen to mozart(his music is said to be syncronic with man's brainwave patterns,by the way) or anything,but these days,i've been hearing the word baby and girl wayy too much.And rap.listen to rap.Rap has alot of emotion in it.Usually,no,always, it's rage,but it's rage you can share with the artist.Elevation just ended,the song i mean...Gee...my typing sucks...Anyways,rap.Rythmic Affirming Poetry.I don't mean just any rapper,people like busta rhymes and chingy(sure,their different,but aren't you sick of hearing how them girls should move their booty around?) i mean people like Coolio.Like DMX.You lend them your ear, you'll be saying screw the police too.They personify injustice.How they have been wronged.How soceity has changed,how it just "ain't right".All that anger...And that catchy music too.

Not too many have the talent to rap.It takes a quick wit,good vocab and "the voice".As you know,Not many Singaporeans have that.Let's just say i haven't seen a single one.So next time you hear your bud or some moron burst into free form Rap,just tell them they're KILLING the culture.Sure,you can dress up like them,have your little durag tied around your head,start talking like them,it's Aiite.But we can never be black.Heck,singapore doesn't HAVE a culture,so we take others.So,what ever you do, whatever you wear, don't try,you can never be them.Now,what about me and my cornrolls?Well, i do it to respect them.That culture which have been oppressed for so long,yet gifted in so many ways,African americans DEFINE culture.They taught the world to break away.And that's what we should.Critics only have so much to say.Just break away.

Hmmm...more cramming this past few days.Followed Nons and sis to Noni's birthday bash by the beach.Lotsa laughs,though i was afriad of leaving them.Let's just say they aren't exactly mermaids...Dog had a good time though.Some dogs have all the fun...Science paper today.Okay,i guess,wasn't as difficult as i had expected.Many people celebrated the end of exams...though we still have A.maths tomorrow...Well,to give up before the battle is even fought?Dishonourable.But...of course,honour only gets so far.It crumbles in front of self gain....hmmm...interesting disscussion topic...maybe next time.

"Oh DAMN!!!"- heartbroken Brother after finding out that two girls at the beach were...seen in close proximity to each other...very close...

In the eye of the storm

2005-09-17T22:09:00.000-07:00

Now....I am smack in the middle of my preliminary examinations...Hurah.How very fun...Why aren't i studying,You might ask(wet towels),well, like i said, this is the eye of the storm.The very centre,smack in the middle,centerstage....you get the picture.In the eye of a storm there is peace...in other words,this is the weekend, so,get off my back and give me a break.Now...let's see...english,lit and geo papers are just over.Not too bad i guess,but,well....PALM OIL PLANTATIONS SUCK!Ahem...so,yea.Lit Paper 2 was the most easiest thing on earth.I don't think our dear teacher put her heart in it when she set that paper...English was fun though.I fell in my rush to reach my table in time...so all the while, i had a pain in my pelvic...But, of course, enough about me,let's see what the country is up to.

Dengue(remind me to check the spelling) fever outbreak increasing in intensity...blasted mosquitoes...my idea to combat this is that we order by the shiploads,tiny buzzards that prey on those blasted creatures.Not only are the birds useful in this manner, they are also brightly colored,thus removing the monotony of skyscraper grey on dismal weather grey.With them terrorizing the population,there'll be some life here...PLUS,we can make them the national bird...speaking of which, DOES singapore have a national bird?Now,at the moment i mean?WHat is it? The pidgeon?bloody rat with wings...flying diasease bags....

Never mind...next topic,WELCOME BACK LINDA!!!YAY! Everyone's favourite potstar is back!Thanks for the toffee and vodk...i mean,water...-wink,nudge-...i promise i wont touch it till i'm 27.

Okay, moving on.The goverment,everyone's first love, is stepping up policies to step down racial intolerence..Well, i say,IT'S ABOUT TIME!Finally justice to those assholes who have spent years tormenting me cause i have a skin color that is less prone to cancer.I wonder...talkingcock.com should be closing soon...shame.But...i wonder,If i insult every race in singapore(inclusive of my own) am i breaking a law?Hmmm...Well, an indian,chinese,malay and eurasian walk into a bar....

"For one who toes the line,one does not deserve the finger."

Politicians are tho only people who can throw themselves at the ground and miss

2005-09-09T16:30:00.000-07:00

Main Entry: pol·i·tics Pronunciation: 'pä-l&-"tiks
Function: noun plural but singular or plural in construction
Etymology: Greek politika, from neuter plural of politikos political
1 a : the art or science of government

Now,obviously,today is all about Politics.I'm sure some of you must be either rubbing your palms in anticipation or raising your eyebrows in mock sarcastic disbelief.-cough,dear sister,cough.(Note:no particular govermental system is being attacked here,i do not have Mr.Moore's iron bal....i mean,nerves.)

"Politics is the use of public affairs for personal gain."-Er...some guy

Though i can't rememberhis name, this dude sure makes a whole lotta sense.The use of public affairs for personal gain.Sure,helping the common working population is great and all, but who's complaining if there's big money to be gained in the process?Politicians nowadays don't talk TO you, they talk AT you,it's not what YOU,THE PEOPLE want,it's what they think you want.I mean,come on,A politician is always there when he needs you.Come election week,they suddenly knocking at your door at six AM in the morning,flanked with cameras,all for what?To pass you a bloody phamplet that you can as easily find in the ruddy dumpster! "I...Care for our children.They are the future.Therefore,they need good education NOW." How many times have you heard this? Well, that's all well and good.Sure,kids nowadays need a good education,But read the fine print dear people.Those people TAX your asses off the improve the funding for schools.Schools get extra cash,what do they do?BUY POTTED PLANTS! That's not the bad part,oh no, who do they tax?EVERYONE WHO IS A DOLLAR ABOVE THE POVERTY LINE!!! Aren't you just SICK of seeing that tax form?Has anyone EVER traced exactly where every dollar goes? Don't we have a Freedom of information act or something?Well,i dunno,maybe YOU don't care,BUT sure as hell i'd like to know what my dad's BACKBRAKING labour actually funds.Politics is supposed to be for the people,not the COUNTRY,not THE POCKET.So,get out there folks,make a difference.Also, i just can't stand them calling us,"the normal working population." what are we,donkeys?Everyone works for a living,well,every non-communist.So, make a difference, vote for me,king of the world!

You can bet that i have loads more to say,i just don't want to be too...Objective...Well, sees ya.
Remember, I WILL make a difference.

"Politics come from two words,Poly,meaning many,and tics, small blood sucking insects."

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."

2005-08-29T14:45:00.000-07:00

Yes it is.Stayed at home today too...blasted rhino virus.As you can see,i did a little sorting hat test online.I'm proud to say i'm in ravenclaw.House ravenclaw has many wonderful characters in the harry potter series such as Cho Chang and my personal favourite,Luna Lovegood.Now, for those of you who think i've gone off the deep end,that i'm off my rocker,i say,well,boo hoo to you! I was gifted i the sense that i was never really ON the rocker per se.A little insanity never hurt anyone,at best, it makes a great legal defence.So,anyways,what am i blabbing on about?Well,let me start by saying KUDOS to Ms Rowling,for revolutionising english fantasy.I know the pressure on her writing of the final chapters in the harry potter saga must be psychotic.But not to worry,I here at born dreaming feel that she only needs to put pen to paper to make people smile.So,why would i go on and on about harry potter?To those of yiz who never even gave the guy a chance,all i can say is "Go and read the ruddy book for crying out loud!" AND DON'T JUST WATCH THE STINKING MOVIE!ya bunch of lazy yellow bellied.....So,take it from me, read the books,you don't have to start with book one,i started with book four,which didn't make me throw my hands up in frustrated agony but actually fanned the fires of "potter passion" or so they say.I could still remember thinking what the heck was a snitch or a nearly headless nick.Well, stop wondering, read the book.The good thing with harry potter is,for one,(though i am a fan of Tolkien's too) you do not have to follow the adventures of a group of midgets or watch some idiotic show-off elf(who has hair like beckham) traipse across 6 feet of ruddy snow for crying out loud! So, by now, you may probably want to head over to your nearest bookstore and secure a copy of "the philosopher's stone"(which is now also published in welsh,greek and latin for all you...EUROPEAN folk,Linda.) or, this article might make you think Ms Rowling had included some kind of mind control drug into the books' printing ink.Or,if you're already a fan of the Harry Potter series,you have just wasted your time reading this.So,yea,well.

Teacher's Day tomorrow.Must play my cards right....Am also performing in skit.Wish me luck.But...what is luck other than an event occuring in one's favour.

"I contradict the Sunday Times.The english speaking world is NOT divided into those whom have read the hobbit and the lord of the rings,and those who are going to read them,but in fact,divided by those whom have read the harry potter series and those who WILL read them."-Me.

Clown but not out.

2005-08-28T15:42:00.000-07:00

Didn't go to school today.I have been bested by the common cold!Now, before you guys start rolling your eyes and tutting your tongues out,lemme give you sow you ow this blasted rat race began.The common cold,commonly caused by the common rhino virus.

FRIDAY,AUGUST 26.I just headed to school as per normal,but the night before, an eyelash flew into my eye.Yeah,i know,bloody annoying.So i did what any civillised homosapien would do,i clawed at it.So,in the morning, my eyeball looked like it joined a "fun with red paint" programme.And as luck would have it, they did a check for sore eyes that day.Well,i talked my way out of heading the General office to be deported.It cleared up by recess,but the problem was,my body's defences had already fought the good fight at hamberger hill,that is to say, my antibodies were used up in getting my eye back to normal.So that day,diaster struck.I was in fected...

SATURDAY,AUGUST 27.I began to feel the ill effects of that blasted virus.Simple organism my Darwin ass kicking foot.My nose began runnin runnin,and runnin runnin,and runnin runnin,and RUNNIN RUNNIN.In that context,there was disrespect,when i bust my rhymes, i sneezed like heck.There was no five minutes for me to disconnect,from all intellect,cause skit practice was in effect.Yesh.Skit practice.Bloody thing.I think for once i may lean towards the dark side on this one.I share GGA'S views on this,goth girl aisha.I would like to see you guys try to get her to state her views.Then anand,that prat,and russell,decide to come over to my place.Anand dowloads some songs and we spend some time bashing each other's brains out in star wars episode iii,the ps2 game.I of course,had the most wins on me.And i wasnt even on form...Day passed with snivelling and sneezing.Throat as sore as a baboon's backside.

SUNDAY,AUGUST 28.Food and FUN fair day at church!!!Mom looked forward to this day for years.Sneezing came to abrupt stop,as did sore throat.Thought i was in the home stretch.But, alas,i was only in the eye of the storm.Drank loads of drinks,at two bucks a cup too...where were the morals in church?Sharon and keith duped me into buying some porcelein stuff.Afflicted with slight cough.At around evening,Cough grew worse.Mom brought me to J-lin's.A clinic at limbang.A teensy mall at choa chu kang.A suburb of singapore.A place in south east asia.Contrary to popular belif,nowhere near china.

And so,that is how i ended up with an MC for today.And today's the audition for the blasted skit.Today,we find out wich classes make the cut to perform during the T-day celebrations.Snort.Cough muchh worse,asses forcing me to make presence at the hall at 4:30,no other alternative is seen.Wish me luck.I'll tell you guys how it went k?But the cool thing bout the cough is that i recorded some Ringwraith noises on my phone.Darn H button not working too ard.Performing isnt really my thing.....

"I must not fear.Fear is the mind killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over and through me.And when it has gone past,i will turn the inner eye to see it's path.Where the fear has gone,there will be nothing.Only i will remain."-Litany against Fear.Bene Gesserit teaching.Dune.

....And Scene.

2005-08-21T22:25:00.000-07:00

Whooowheee...I am more bushed that an aussie coralsnake stuck in a pickelbarrelfull of raw tomatoes.Ah-HA!!!There you go,there are no coral snakes in australia,but i am bushed.Stay on your toes now...

So anyway,today was confirmation for seetoh and the blasphemous bible boy.Yup,Seetoh's new name is now Daniel.So,no more jokes.Woke up bloody early today,practically falling asleep at the bishop's sermon.You'd think that cool looking holy staff would make a guy interesting And there was this over enthusiastic guy who kept adding his own lines to the worship songs,laughed real loud at the bishop's jokes and...well,sheesh,that guy's one happy fella,kinda freaky,...you know the kind...Well,anyway,we left later and headed for harbourfront.We had lots of time to kill,about five hours,by russell's calculations.Yea,russell was there too.So, we found nothing of interest there,so we left and wandered some how into plaza singapura...Really,when youre looking for a cheap form of entertainment close to central singapore...well,there are none.And we learned that the hard way...So at plaza sing,seetoh and that moron ditched me and russell,thinking they were so high and mighty,well,let me just say that the tables were turned!Me and russell couldnt care less.jerks.We hung out at times.Singaporeans must be the only nationality that goes to times bookstore,a prominent well known institute of fine reading materials,and crowd around the ruddy MAGAZINE SECTION!Disgusting.I saw a tornado in a bottle...that was like, so cool!it was a tornado...in a bottle!amazing.

Well,bro picked us up and we went for that darn skit practice thing...Nothing uneventful,but there was one part where felicia,our co-ord,beat one of our actors with her slippers for smiling...whatever happened to a salary cut or even democracy?Well,like i said,i'm bushed.Started reading harry potter again.Thank you Rowling.Feel much entertained in this bland cold world....

"You're the writer!I'm the drawer."-Russell Lim at our differing artistic expressions.

Stuff that was forgotten....

2005-08-16T20:30:00.000-07:00

Over the course of my draining week of crap-based activity.
1) Forgot to mention that i left my I.C in the EL Oral Room.I said i forgot my "Identification"...Have to be American ya?

2)Andrea would like me to mention that she won/found on the floor/received from a football playing king in space with a moustache,a...what was that called again?A Maurice Bodykin?Michelle Bobbins?...Oh yes,a Hermes....burkun?burkin?Some glamourous zoe tay handbag.Yeah.So what ever she tells you,it's fake.She got it for 30 bucks at some jewellary-made-bagshop.

3)Saw Noni from the bus today.I was in the buus next to the bus she was on.She was too busy checking her eyebrows to notice my frantic almost lunatic waves and vehement gesturing.Many people thought i was a proper nut.So,don't be surprised if you see Noni in the next issue of Vanity Fair.I however will make my appearance in TIME in due time...

Yea..i think that's it...Hmmm....been some time since i created this blog,Here's to even more years and posts!The LRFK(Linda ROCKS Fan Klub) sends their regards as Linda once against braves the language barrier and fussy cab drivers to traverse the strange sights of Europe.Just say Spacatum Tauri when you're around Latin people.That'd shut em up.Contact the president of the LRFK if you would like to curse in different languages.You never know when a good "And take that you Slimy *#%@@#$#@$" would come in handy.Why,some people even feel honoured to be insulted in their own language.

The most Blasphemous Quote i've heard.
"I am god."-Morgan Freeman,Bruce Almighty.(By the way, you ever wonder why God is always portrayed as a black dude?Cause african americans are more holy?The universal Sucking up to a black audience?Some other insecurity?Hmmm...to be discussed at a further date.)

The Psychology Of Curry Puffs

2005-08-11T19:50:00.000-07:00

Okay.I know what you guys are thinking...What the hell am i doing studying the complex emotional aspect of a fried dumpling?Well,sorry to burst your lurdicrous(if the spelling's wrong,blame my dear sister,currently pursuing her HONOURS.) bubble,but i dont interrogate foodstuff.What then,am i ranting about?My face off with uncle sam and a shaolin monk,of course.Now, you might be partially right in saying that this boy has LOST it.No, it all makes perfect sense.Let me tell you about my harrowing adventure in the search for gold.Black Gold.An A1 on my O level Certificate.Maybe i'm a bit ambitious,but hey,It was the great Mr .Donald Trump that said "ambition is the first step to greatness"(In the negligible off-chance that Mr.Trump actually visits this site, i would like to say that the man quoted no such thing.On the even more rare chance that Mr Trump would like to BUY this COPYRIGHT PENDING quote,he would please E-mail me at kungfu_skunk@yahoo.com.sg Thank you Mr.Trump.) Well,it's actually quite simple to make sense of my words.Come on,Ya don't need a Mensa high I.Q....Okay fine.It was my O level English Oral examination today,hence the mention of black gold.Uncle Sam and Mr.Monk were my invigilators(D.U.H) and psychology and curry puffs were what i talked about.See?How many of you guys got that?Linda?Sis?Coin collecting Blog guy?No one?sheesh....Now,why would i want to talk about a malay potato snack for my O level?You Got me there.But of course!The picture showed a group of"domestic helpers" or maids cooking curry puffs!Ingenius!How can you not see the connection?Curry puffs,most important exam in my life(literally)....And then Uncle Sam keeps questioning me!Jerk.But he's Kinda okay, i guess.If he visits this site....ah well, he dunno me,i dunno him.Anyways,the conversation was what i would like to do in the future.First reaction:DUDE!Are you like,SERIOUS?Yup.Sure breezed through it.Said that i would like to pursue a degree in Psychology(Finally get it?) And i also whacked that my dear sister was my inpiration cause she pursued a similar degree and is now in australia,A fully qualified,Highly paid,Savoire Faite SHRINK.Yeah.Lying through the skin on your teeth really works...Well, i'll leave ya here then,the shrink wants to use the pc.

"You seem like a QUIET and STUDIOUS young man."-Uncle Sam(EL ORAL INVIGILATOR,'O' levels)Lesson Learnt:I AM the master of manipulation.

A tribute.To the greatest potstar on earth.

2005-08-05T21:03:00.000-07:00

Pot star= POLITICAL star.Not Hendrix.Now,what can i say about her?The black haired bombshell that was dropped on our fair nation,Apparently,singapore wasnt ready.So,now she's back in scandyland(No,sister(andrea) i never told ANYONE about Sandyland.Ooops.) aka scandinavia...i think...And though she left without SAYING A WORD to poor old me,i still think a tribute is in order.She reads the Art Of War,by Sun-tsu,which is what is probably scaring off the guys,she someday wishes to murder a certain Flower throwing Hippie(Err...no one in particular i know,say,have you heard of mega-WATI?Yea,she's a powerful FiguRe head.Once this woMan eveN Used Silence as a weapon.PS:PUT THE CAPITAL WORDS TOGETHER.)Yup.No tea parties for this headstrong(as a yak) young lady.Quirky and full of ideas for world domination,she really is fun to talk to.I respect that she puts up with a Tabloid CRAZED....person,starstruck even, who lives in my house.Yea.Want a totally non-biased real world view?Then,by right,Linda is the person for you.So,from everyone here at the LLC(LINDA LOVERS CLUB)current member population 1,"HAPPY LIVING IN SWEDEN!!!Come back soon okay?You ROCK!"Linda,truly someone worthy to be immortalised forver in the sacred archives of this blog.
PS:You owe me a postcard.

Life is basically crazed cramming and unnending schoolwork.The feeling is similar to being perpetually high on dope.

"Anyone who speaks german cant be evil"-jury of sideshow bob.

TEE OFF!!!

2005-07-22T19:45:00.000-07:00

Let me open with a little something i heard on GOLD 90.00FM."Women play golf to meet doctors.Men play golf,well,because they are doctors."Lame,i know,Doesn't make much sense..but hey,What can you expect from a jock at a oldies station?Sure as hell i don't wanna be in a job that calls what i do"practice".I mean,you make a little mistake,leave a small stainless steel instrument in someone's chest cavity,and you get screwed by every judical system in a eight hundred mile radius.So,anyways,You know me, not really into the whole soccer scene.Heck, not into the whole sports scene.What's the fun in kicking a ball around?Hitting a tiny weeny ball with 336 dimples for max air time(time in tha air,not time on TV.) with a heavy metal stick.Now,that's where the action is.A wonder that golf isn't a more bloodier sport...Why the sudden interest?Well,i don't know.Seriously.How hard can it be? Hit ball "A", with stick "B",into hole "C".Like hell.There are 34 standard golf rules by the...umm...Official golf rules making organisation.The OGRMO.Plus,there's no annoying,not to mention BORING commentator saying the name of everyone on the damn field!I mean,someday...i'm gonna puch his lights out."..and rooney gets the ball.Passes it to ronaldo.rooney again.Ronaldino.(at this point he slurps his coffee.)Rooney.Rooney has the ball(DUH).Rooney runs.Rooney....CRASH!!!(Thats where i punch him.)So yea,Golf.God's Original Life of intended Fun.

So,today...Well.Pretty routine.100 days to go to the O Levels...100 days until judgement day.Oh yea, the class felt tremors the other day too.During Social Studies.God does not like Singapore's housing policies.When the big guy says something.I LISTEN.So anyways,today we practice the Teacher's day Skit thing.I became some kinda Divine character.Don't ask.So yea.I hope those dumb little juniors in their dumb little classes in their happy half crazedd delusions get ouur jokes.So,yea. i have to go study now.Bye."Someone" is sure making a fuss...Asshole(not you,that someone.).

"The silence of the lambs is not denoted by the noiselessness of farm animals."

Contemplation...Understanding is up to the intellectual.

2005-07-12T21:35:00.000-07:00

In light of recent spats of socio-political views,Aww,come on guys,don't be so modest,Get up paul(domingo),Linda,give the people a bow...I have simple advice for you,domingo,Don't mess with the political science student until you KNOW half the impact of the words leaving your pie-hole(mouth.Do you eat pies through your behind?).Remember,tangle with the queen,and buckingham palace guards with the long furry hats come after you...So anyways,I hate to brag,but this is MY blog, and like it or not,You guys are hearing MY views on this.Quit sighing.Okay,Let me pretend i care.....There,done.Remember,Secondary school social studies can only take you so far.That is,if you aren't tempted by the bright lights of PROPAGANDA!Hmm.Well.Yea.

People of the world!No,don't spice up your life...Anyways, a very controversial topic has been brought to us yesterday.A certain SOMEONE mixing hate and theology and sympathy for the london blasts.But first...,Dearest Linda,Might was right in the old testament you know,cannanites and bloody battles and all.Led by GOD.Why?Hmm...Interesting.Why?Such a universal question.So simple in it's antiqty,yet the most complex in all it's ramified proverbial meanings.Why?What is the answer for so cosmonomical a question?Because.That's it.Because.Wise men leave it at that.The contemplation would destroy half your brain.Because.So,If someone asks you why,Just say because.It may sound airheaded and bimbo-ish,but hey!Things always have a level deeper.There is always something more.Man is Man.We are unable to see the WHOLE picture.Sure,we can acknowledge the fact, but come to a complete answer.Never.The mysteries are too deep.Therefore,maths,science,language,politics,Man -made intangibles always have an answer.X=?.Man can never attain that depth.Think about it,Everything man made has an answer.Deep within the confine of man's heart lies the truth.But,What is truth?Layers upon layers of lies.Isn't life a lie to some?Then what is truth?Superficial levels in a pandora's box of the unknown?The heart.Do you see what i'm getting at? Everthing man says,does, a little bit of that infinity,that everlasting greatness,That which is unknown gets left behind.I said before that human problems have a solution.Maybe they don't.Maybe they are as the secrets of life?Swirls and layers of mystery.Neverending.But man has that limit.Ha.Calculus teaches of limits.Limit.Mankind is bounded by it.No matter how far man unravels life,he cannot go the whole way.Limit exists.The End.It will come.That is what God is all about.To receive you when you finally fall in this mortal body.Why would life exist,No,why would the universe exist,the sun,moon,stars,planets,why would they exist?What is the purpose of existance?GOD.A force,a father,a creator.Life didn't just happen.Every beating heart,heck,even things that have no hearts,that spark of life,exists.You tell me that "just happened"?Where did that come from?That spark.A soul?A spirit?Personality?Where did that come from?And you tell me we come from somekinda freaking MONKEY?God is there.he created us.You may think it superficial,blaming life,something man has contemplated foe centuries,on a reason because he can't come up with something better?God.Just a reason for life?Nonsense.God is here.He created life.Life did not just HAPPEN.God.Father.Why bind us?Why not let us know the truth?It is your will.Your will father.Whatever happens, i live my life with you in my heart.For you provide comfort,not from the unknown,for you created the unknown itself.And one day,All will be revealed.Life ,existance,why,they will make sense,the unknown will be no more.For the lord will deliver us.For he is God.Mighty creator.Lord over all.All things come from him.For GOD=LOVE.and i find spiritual assesment,spiritual peace as i write this.Please listen.This isn't some ranting rave.This is my contemplation.May be i will never reach an understanding.Maybe i already have.This is my view.Far as i go.I have mixed my heart with my mind.And this is what has been birthed.Call me a raving lunatic,call me what you want.I have found peace.I have found understanding.You can too.Go ahead.Sit down for an hour.Contemplate.

Well....My largest side track so far.Whatever happened to the london bombings?Heh,maybe another day.i'm pooped.skip my life view today.okay?Well,bye folks.You guys think too.I hpoe you get this...

"Today,i can truly say,I HAVE THOUGHT!"-Paul.Victor.

"Hey!Antonio!Who put the violin in the violin case?"

2005-07-06T15:58:00.000-07:00

Alphonse Capone.Who was this man?Are you kidding me?Al Capone(Snorkey,as affectionately called by close friends) was,hands down,two thumbs up, the greatest mob boss the world had ever seen.Seriously.This man REDEFINED organized crime.More than a mere bootlegger(supplier of illegal liquor), more than a petty theif.Al Capone was...revolutionary.He may not have preached peace like Ghandi,May not have slapped the face of science around like Thomas Edison,May not have made differently...oriented men slightly accepted like Boy George(Yuck Yuck! ptuoooi!*spits* *scrapes tounge*Basta...Baskets.They should create something like a T-Virus to wipe every last one of them queer folk from the face of this earth.)So anyway, Al Capone,criminal,leader,figurehead.Who was this man?Well,for one,he assainated his old boss Frank(ie) Yale.Yup.Gunned him down at some sidewalk.First time a tommygun was used to kill a gangster.Some of you may know him also as scarface.Well,seems he went and insulted(or complimented some dude's girl(told her she had a nice ass.No,he seriously did.)So this guy had a knife see?And things got ugly.You know these mobsters,You Toucha My babaee,i'll cut you inta bits and make sure yis sleep with tha fishes.So yea.Al grew greater as time passed.Married an irish chick,Mae,i think the name.When he was finally arrested,He made headlines.The chicago Tribune format:
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JURY CONVICTS CAPONE
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In other news,Thomas Edison dies in sleep at 84.

There.October 17 1931.You would think the guy who brought you,oh, nothing big,ONLY THE LIGHTBULB!!! would be page 1.You'd be wrong though.And so,Alphonse Capone will forever be immortalized in this blog.A tribute,To the Mob Boss who opened a Soup Kitchen for the unemployed during the Depression.

Today,i missed school again.Why you think i brushed up on my mob knowledge?So,yeah.Just lazed around.The new TV's here.With it's 5 SPEAKER STRONG HOME THEATRE SYSTEM!!!Yeah BABY!.Well.yea.Okay,i think i'll go laze,i mean study somemore.Sees ya.

"Worried,Who wouldn't be?"-Al Capone,with large smile on face as he heads to court.

This may stem from the tiny unimportant fact that he thought he BOUGHT out the Jury.You just gotta love this guy.

The Star Spangled Banner

2005-07-05T14:33:00.000-07:00

Hello All!!Happy Independence Day Everyone!Today(Well, yesterday,to be exact) we celebrate the day when the world's leading nation(No,not kurdistan,A-M-E-R-I-C-A) came into sweet independence.Yes,it was this day long ago when the nation's finest minds came together to sign the sacred constituition that gave that country it's law,justice,equality and freedom of speech.Yes.The Declaration of Independence was signed this very day...Okay,so i'm a day late,so what? The people who signed it included John Hancock(Now who is remembered only through the insurance company which bears his name), Benjamin Franklin(The twit who was flying a kite in the middle of a storm.) William Whipple(I don't know who he is..but check out his funny name.) John Whitherspoon(Ancestor of Reese Whitherspoon?) and..yea.So on.This day in history! We salute the birth of the Red,White and Blue! The Stars and the Stripes.The land of the Free!!!!(Which the white men stole from the red men.)Whoo!Go George Washington!(Who is now remembered for his white hair,wooden teeth and love of all things free.) OH SAY CAN YOU SEE? IN THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT...

Well,missed school today.Why you ask?Well,i believe that it is of the utmost import that every country in the world, no matter how small and corrupt, should take a day off to gaze upon that hallowed banner of the free.Of the uoppressed.Of the brave.The banner upon which the world sits on,the dignatory of peace,the congress of progress.Okay fine. I had a really bad stomach ache last night.I mean REALLY bad.It felt like Hiroshima's twin world trade centres coming down with the panic of the Bali bombing.In my tummy...er...stomach....i meant Crap-Factory.I know it doesn't make sense.But for the love of Mankind! It was the pacific ring of fire in there(which by the way is located around indonesia,hawaii..)So yeah..One AM and i was in the toilet,feeling like i was being repeatedly run over by a garbage monster truck.Sheesh.Okay,i should stop freaking you guys out with my water closet escapades.So yea.just lazing around today.Have a new goal in life though.Buy my own ISLAND.Yes.And you,my loyal fans,will have all access VIP passes....To paradise!Where women in grass skirts will be serving you mango juice on the rocks in coconut shells.Yea.Paul-ra-dise.Perfect.

In the news today...Gay marraiges are now allowed in Italy.Amazing.Does no one else see that this is hugely wrong? "They are people too" i've heard that alot of times.But....Come on!Man wasn't created to behave like that! Say what you want,but my assertion stands.Down with gays!There's something about men and...well,men...that just disgust me.They make me shudder.What is the world coming too?I really don't know.

"One must bury the proverbial hachet before one can kick the proverbial ass."

Death To Tamil!

2005-07-01T18:08:00.000-07:00

Death to Tamil!!!It's time to put some camomile on that 2000 year old itch upon the face of fair earth!But,i do doubt that Camomile can extinguish this language.It's like a roach of some sort,No matter how many times you stomp on it another one pops up somewhere.Heck,Roaches can even run around without heads.Kinda reminds you of the equally filthy scum of the indian political system.Don't get me wrong,banging on the table and shouting about politics brings me down to their...level.They talk so much about politics but don't do nothing about they're own.Please people,don't follow suit in the indian bashing. I have the rights to do so cause i AM one of em.There.I admitted it.I'm not proud of their state,i hate their food, and also their accent and i destest their mentality and culture totally.But facing facts, i am one of them.I am Indian. And that is one of my many great purposes on earth.To bring the Indians back to their former glory(if they had any) and change the mindset of the world! I don't speak the language, But i don't care. Indians are smart people.Haven't i established my hate of their current disposition? I'm not raising them up.They do have brains,"IT support", but just aren't allowed to open it up.You know what's blocking that?The same thing that's preventing villages,and millions, from hopping onto the bullet train out of third world idiocy.What is this force field that even mimes fear gestulating about? CORRUPTION! For a country of 1,YES ONE BILLION PEOPLE, No one stands up to the calamity the socio-political scene is in.Come on! Can no one see the perpetual drunken party going on in the parliament?2 billion eyes are watching.1 billion minds know.2 billion hands swing aimlessly as they shun away the situation.Assumption made that everyone in india know of political unrest.So that's why i'm here.And so with me, the chaos will finally,come to an end.*lights dim on solitary figure sitting at desk*
"Until Next time,Paul's eye on the world will be watching...You!"
*Figure gets up to exit stage area.*
*Figure hits knee at desk leg.Cursing ensues.*

So,today.Hum.Well.Tamil Oral Examinations.I can't remember it properly.I think adrenaline causes memory loss....At least the two examiners were all happy,smiley.I think.The topics for converstion were,Why is singapore such a great place to live in,I got prompted with this: If you had the opportunity,Which Country would you move to and why.I said i'll stay in the Sing dynasty.The other one was your views on parents squeezing out info from your friends.Yea.Well,at least i didnt get Terrorists and Diaseases.The past few days were also spent doing math,geography and social studies.Sheesh.Well,i flunked physics by 1 and a half points.Darn . How was i to know that Sec 3 topics were prevalent.Swing serenade.Song of springfield swing.Heard on radio.You know my bad sentence structures mean i'm watching simpsons.Today's episode is 22 short stories of springfield.Okay,i'l go now can't...multi task..

Saying" read siglet."

Check This out!!!-------> arrow misplaced.pointing at siglet thing.

2005-06-23T18:14:00.000-07:00

Hi everybody!(In voice of Doctor Nick Riviera from the simpsons) Expected reply:HI Blogger Paul! Go ahead.Say it.Come on...say it.I won't start till you do.Say it.Say it.Okay.Thank you.
First up, we seem to be having some sorta population explosion cause its alota people's birthday all of a sudden.So,Happy Birthday Reina,Russell and Taufiq. Well, you know what they say,Another year older,Another year closer to a dingy retirement home.Good luck ya old cronies! I was going to give you(audience) my hypothesis on how to successfully cheat death itself.But,meh, why talk of death on such a happy occasion.

Okay,Since this is MY blog,the article today will be,Famous people born on the same day as,well, me! They should count themselves lucky to share their birthdays with one who exceeds the greatness of all them petty little european royalty. Yes, i am talking about my oh so awe-inspiring self.Stop sniggering.Quit it or face the awesome wrath of Paul! I mean it.Stop.Stupid.
Well, would ya imagine that! Denzel Washington Shares my birthday! By the way, you ever wonder why all them americans have contradicting names? Like Washington sounds white.And Jack Black,well,he ain't african american. See? Its all a vicious cycle wherein white people try to be black(What up all you Schnizats!) and black people try to be white(as seen in double take). The world has to move to a point of understanding where colour don't matter no more.You dig? I ain't preaching somekind of save the whales! Fish are friends not food! crap.Seriously.It don't matter if you're black or white.

Also you checked out the siglet thiinngie at the side? It randomly gives you a random saying randomly. Go ahead,refesh the page.Do it.Now.I'm waiting.It's not hard.Refresh it.See?cool!

Okay,I'll go now.The simpsons are on now. hershal smoiichal krustovschy.Krusty's real name.

Todays saying-"how many dyslexics take lightbulbs too does it change?"

Fanteastic-C'mon,lifestyle uses stupid puns like these.

2005-06-16T18:14:00.000-07:00

Ah...inspiration.A fresh,cool breath of wind through the gold panelled french millefleur set windows.Okay,fine, a sunlit,lukewarm whistle of air through the intricately carved ivory tinted windows on a cool june day?Okay,sheesh, you've got me.A blast of hot singaporean air,with the faint hint of chicken poop(courtesy of seng choon chicken farms)Floating through,uninvited,through a hole in the poorly developed HDB prison-like house's wall.There.Happy?Cynics.

Okay.I want you to imagine sipping a wholsome cup of tea.No milk,no sugar,just the pure goodness of water imbued with the fragrance of tea leaves.Stop spitting it out.i know it's tasteless and disgusting,but,please,not on my blog.Did you know that the tea bushes on the plantations in the cameron highland are over seventy years old.Yes,way older than some of your grandmas.So next time you open a pack of cameron highlands tea,just remember that those poor dried creatures in those teabags have seen this world,faced sun and rain, and stood against the wind longer than you have.So stop drinking your elders.Also, the best kinds of tea come from the youngest tea leaves.The ones ot the tippy tip.So why all the tea things?Well, got reminded of my trip to cameron highlands.Yes,Ha! i was there! were you?okay,fine, nothing to brag about,Well, except to those tree hugging,tea lovers,you know,the ones into zen thingys and free from poetry and conceptual art.You know....

Now,where do i begin?It is the june holidays,well,at least a week.Today,ii just lazed around.Predicted a 4D number.3118(if you do strike, you owe me 45% of the money,kapeesh?) So,yea.Seetoh daniel is MIA(missing in action).I think it's time to report to the "missing" show.Ah well,no one would recognise him anyways.Oh,yea,on more important issues,i went to PCK musical on a complimentary ticket by compliments of domingo.YEAH!I KNOW!Never in a miillion years after watching the advertisement,did i think i would actually see the blasted thing.YOU ARE CONNED,YOU ARE CONNED,YOU WERE REALLY,REALLY CONNED!CAUSE I'M A CON-TRACTOR..Well,talk about lasting impression.3 million dollar production?What did they spen it on?No,seriously,other than the propaganda,where did the cash go?Cleaning those yellow boots?Teaching Irene Ang to sing?Hiring Sheikh Haikal?But,it was okay, i guess,Candi Choo(May i help chooo)made an appearance,in voice.Haikal,the feng shui man,submitted to the fact that his "Powers" were inferior compared to the bishop Dr(?) John Chew(yes he was there.It was a complimentary from the arch diocese of singapore.So,yeah, hope that there's more stuff to do during the holidys,what's left,anyway.Okay,Simpsons now, gotta go.

And today's saying-"Did you know that your name Nigel,in swedish is Neegel,which means snail."-Linda,Evey ones favourite walking,talking quirk.Whoohoo!!!You rock Linda!!!

That was COO COO.

2005-06-06T14:10:00.000-07:00

Okay,no time to explain,but i'll skip the article.A hell of a lot of stuff happened over the past few days.So,let's get it started!

Okay,first up, some dumbwad nutjob sent what i think was suposed to be a threatening,mocking notice about my dog.Yes,poor Dre,he didn't do anything wrong!Well, but this was well, a mockery of a mocking letter.For one, the english was horrenduouus(spelling mistake a pun).The person made practically no sense,he/she even tried to be sarcastic.To the best of his very pathetic,menial,sad ability."Is dog mad or u owner mad."Yes that was a quote.And he even asked us to prepare to send Dre away.To that i say...SCREW YOU!Who died and made him the head of agri food and vetinary?Man,if only i could get my hands on that dumbassclown who is so discourteous with his language....For the name of English!People who can't use it,should just crawl in a hole and die.

Okay,Next, i can proudly say i survived 12 periods of physics.Yes people,a hero walks among you.12 periods,six hours of learning about induced magnetism and electrical transformers...I can make one of them T-shirts"i survived 6 hrs of physics."Also, please remind me to custom make a t-shirt that says "i'm with stupid" and an arrow pointting up.Heh.Or one that says weapon of ass destruction...

Okay, the final important event affecting mankind is that a ringtone hit the british top charts.Yes a ringtone.Crazy frog.Tht's the name.Okay, that wasn't the event.On saturday 4th june 2005,Class 4/5 of choa chu kang secondary school had a barbeque.A poolside barbeque.At first all was fine,we cooked hotdogs and lay around in wooden chairs lazily sipping pineapple juiced served in coconuts by ladies wearing grass skirts...Okay no,we were self serving ourselves with ribeina in plastic cups while we sat on hard plastic chairs that made our butts hurt.Are you happy now?So all was fine, the chicken was grilling a bit too slowly on the grill, people were laughing,the radio was playing akon's lonely and i was looking carelessly at the darkening sky as the remnant clouds floated purposefully across the azure eve.Tranquil.The world was right.After the class tried to push Wei Xing into the pool after the class photo(they stopped cause they were afraid that he had electronics on him.)Oh yea,the class photo,Peggy was the phtographer,so she clicked the camera and a red light began to blink,getting faster.Yes,this was the timer.Before i could shout out,she had already turned the camera towards her face.The last thing i remember was FLASH!AHHH!and laughs.Later,when things had more or less quietened down, Wan jun and Pei shi was knee deep in the water,splashing around quietly and Celest was squatting silently by the poolside.I did think of pushing her in but,well,thought the better of it.I left my perch from russell's contemplation and went next to Celest,still half habouring thoughts about pushing her in.We talked a bit, and suddenly,she got some crazy idea that she could manage to throw me in.So i plonked down at the edge and refused to move."One must be as immovable as a mountain."So there she was tugging at my DMX T-shirt,when firdaus,or sean,no,firdaus, comes and shoves her in.The first had fallen.So there i was, still sitting there, laughing my head off,still as immovable as a rock.Celest was there too,whining,in the water that is.So,all i could say was that i let my guard down.Sean comes from behind and pushes me!I slid it,after being pushed,cause the poolside was (DUH) wet. So there i was, the second one in.Fasihah takes a picture of me and celest. I was disoriented,and someone overthere starts annoyingly flicking water at me.My eyes still hadn't adjusted to the chlorine yet, so i was blind, to say the least.So i just grabbed the nearest arm and wrentched that person in.Wrong?sure it was, But i was in bloodlust.That,by the divine fate of what ever cosmos,happened to be jennifer.Yes.Jennifer=danger.So i went under again, cause i had to when i pulled her in.And when i broke the water surface,something hit me.Well, let's just say that jennifer began thrashing me in a very uncivil and barbaric manner(that slap still hurts!Well,at least the class got something of a drama series,those who saw it that was.).C'mon, how was i to know she was wearing a skirt?So a few abuses and complains of a new blouse later,she relatively calmed down.Sheesh...remind me NEVER to do that again.But she did help me find my shoes.(Which i think domingo hid.)Sorry jennifer!

So,soon, everyone was either throwing people in the pool,of getting thrown in.Yes,bible boy domingo went in too,after much ravings about the moslems instigating it.He tried to psyche everyone out of throwing him in,but joined in when other people got thrown in.That's why he deserved it.I told him that i'd give him a chance to escape,but seriously i was just tired from running.So at long last he got thrown in,he fell in a couple of times on purpose too,then left early,still raving like a lunatic.Sour lemon.

The only one present who didn't get thrown in were Taufiq and Firdaus(Their names have to be coupled.They were hanging out in some stair landing.) and kang wei.He gave reasons about hi toe(but he could run) and his arm.So everyone just ignored him.Even russell got thrown in.Aisha went in too, in the end.So Anand wasn't theoretically, the last one in the pool.Gordan the monitor got thrown in lots of times(i pushed him in at least 4 times...) so after every thing quietened down,people were just somersaulting(anand),jumping(the girls) and cannonballing(yours truly) into the pool.We just floted around then, looking at the stars.I tried to teach russell to float but,he's just too bony i guess.The boys then picked a girl to sit at the edge and proceeded to jump over her and into the pool.I pretended to take a shot.And scared a couple of people.My innability to jump in well reknowned.So i jumped beside her(han lin).The chlorine really stung my eyes.Mom was worried silly because i left at about 11:30.I dropped Pei shi at her home and proceeded in the taxi back(soaking wet,but mom was right, the driver didn't notice,it was too dark,which shows that mom knows best(she told me) but i do feel bad cause he even gave me a 50 cent discount.)I didn't get to eat the chicken and my Greiver necklace broke(Celest broke it whiile trying to drag me to the pool)But it can be fixed.But overall it was EXTREMELY fun.Thanks Delia, for the hosting.I also learned that satay takes really long to cook.Well, this is really long(the post) so i guess i'll stop here.Also mr koh left early.He came with his kid, by the way.Remeber to bring towels and clothes next time!(Darn anand foresaw this and did bring clothes.)Keep cool Y'all!(too many word to spell check,so sorry!)This post took an hour to type.

Today's saying-"Spinning Idiot" Zi Xiong(after i spinnned away from being pushed in a second time...or is that third...fourth?)

Extra!EXTRA!Green Day makes scientific sense!

2005-06-03T20:53:00.000-07:00

"I'm walking down the line,that divides me somewhere in my mind".Theoratically,Green Day is making sense.Ya,Amazing,I know!(I still don't get why American IDIOT though.Don't we already know?)Well, the thing is, the brain is divided in two hemispheres.Funnily,The right side controls the left side of the body!And vice versa.Which reminds me,How exactly do you pronounce that word?VI SEE versa or VICE versa?Ah,well that ain't important.And,You get the picture.Now,Please join me in conducting a simple enriching excercise.Stop hopping around.I don'y mean PHYSICAL excercise.Sheesh.Now,are you ready,let's go!

Why is abbreviation such a long word?Don't you find it funny?Well, i guess that...Oh yea, The excercise.Sorry,lost concentration.Went to the can.Now,loosely clasp your hands together,Like youre praying,see?,Interlock your fingers,one thumb over the other.Okay,not that hard is it?Now,carefully observe your thumb positions.Is it your right or left thumb on top?The more...intellectual of you may be able to figure out the point of the excercise(Look at the brain explanation part.)The even more Intellectual of you may guess that i am also wasting your time in the process.Bravo!So you see,if the right hand comes first, then congrats!Like me, you're an artsy fartsy person.If it's the left on top, you're one of em "analytical"brain users.Go on,go ahead and annoy your friends.

Sorry about the absence y'all.Really busy what with school and all.(Yes, school during the holidays.C'mon guys,get out your picket fences!No,wait,picket signs.Don't you find it so cool to type in italics?)Well,paul didnt come today(for those of you who don' already know,he's one of my best friends.Great, now he's head's the size of a watermelon..)So, i have to admit that it was kinda boring.Oh yea, you know that english teacher?Madam prema?Her jokes went...well, a little off hand,so i sent her a passage to read in Leviticus.Yes.Ha.My english teacher, a regular comedian.What a riot.Okay,so like , thanks to that stupid 307 bus,with it's long delays, i reached home a 5 pm.That sucked.I think we need those picket fences again,this time,NO TIBS !BAD SERVICE!YEAH!YEAH!So i just wanted to play Suikoden 4(Imagine,20 years from now, that game would be like pac man.Or worse,space invaders!!!)But sis was at home(the Ps in her room...The t.v's better there.)But, well, no chiepoo,tal or paula (game characters)for me...Also no Zhuge Liang or Sima Yi too.Historical characters,er,made into a game...so well, ya.That's it i guess.Tune in next episode,"Paul writes more stuff!"

And today's quote-"Mankind is indeed a mystery.It is composed of two words."Mank" and "ind".And until we find out what those words mean, mankiinnd will forever be a mystery."-Well,i am against Plagarism,but i really don't know who said that.Sorry mystery person!
This is the gut who puts the AR(pirate voice) back in ARts,Paul!Out.

Hurtling through the hurdle

2005-05-30T18:47:00.000-07:00

Booyakasha!Hey all you cool cats and square squares out there how's the cycedelic keleidescope called life been treating ya?No,i'm not on weed.No,not marijuana too.Okay,Fine let's move on.Really no mood to write today.So i'll skip the Article.Today was 'o' level day.Yes tamil.And no,i did'nt read the dictionary....But i did use alot of proverbs.Lucky there's another chance.Damn cambridge.I never expected the security to be so laxed.It's like one blur dope after another.Well, it did go pretty well,i guess.So i'll end here.Word for the wise,"Ford-Built around the driver."

May the force be with Y'all!

2005-05-27T21:52:00.000-07:00

Hey Y'all.Pardon the redneck speakin' if ya will.Ah was over at yonder large medow,pickin ma theeth under uncle ben's lean to fer tha last couple...uh..seconds?Dahys?Ya see,Us rednecks are purty bad than whut you booksmart fancy pants call language.Ya see,Am doin this here spokeing to honour one of our redneck pride,Carrie Underwood.For winning that dang 'Merican idol....Okay,you know what,my brain hurts just thinking in that dang accent.Ah hope it ain't permanent.Uh-oh.But seriously how can Carrie UNDERwood win?Bo was soo much cooler and unique.SOOOO much cooler.You know what i'm goin' ta do when ah see miss Carrie?(if she ain't already tending cows.) I'm going to say"Hello Miss CLARKSON." HAH!Take that(not the band.the make me nauseous.)Darn Simon,i thought he was cool too...Tight t-shirted weenie.Well,on to my life.My lack of enthusiasm for writing may seem disconcerting.But i'm all puckerd out from that language called tamil.Eugh..

Sorry for the absence Y'all(I know...i's scaring me too.The accent,that is.) But like i said,it's the tamil..Fine,go be hostile somwhere else. But today was just a blur of swirly letters and useless yapping from the world's first pregnant man.Yes that super uber huge man we all know and love(not scwartzenegger in that....movie...forgot the name.) Ranganathan!Ya.Found out my o level number.So guys,the fated time arrives soon.Let us pray.

So my sister finally forked over her MPthre....(Okay.if SOMEONE finds out about the ...item,I'll be in deep POODOO(cute word.))Ya,so i downloaded this p2p called Areis,Which is really cool.And i bought a whole kitten kabootle of games at russell's pllace the other day.(not his house geniuses,a shop Near his place.)And yea.That's about it i guess.Pretty disturbing from a natural born dreamer eh?I'm tired,so get away.(But come back for next post k?)So yea.

And today's saying is "You must control your drinking."-Genjo Sanzo.

This is the guy that puts the Hey back in HEY YA!Out.

Under the TUSKan sun,TUSKan raiders.

2005-05-25T16:56:00.000-07:00

Did you know that a metre tusk of ivory brings at least a small fortune?Okay,put those elephant hunting rifles down,i'm against poaching(animals,not eggs.I love poached eggs.) I doubt one of them tranquilizers can bring down my sister.Heh.So,three countries in south africa are selling off all stockpiled ivory.Stuff the goverment gets from poaching the poachers(serves them right) and dead elephants(Yes,ivory comes from elephants you twit.)Plus, theres also an ivory amnesty programme where you can donate old ivory products to help those cute,grey,wrinkly big eared mammals(Not your grandmothers!).Elephants are my sisters favourite animal.Well,takes one to know one i guess(No offence...)Also,the head honncho of an elephant herd is not you big scary bull.It's a female called a matriach.Go figure.Girl power,i guess.Elephants also bury their dead.So,elephant graveyards aren't exactly a myth(looks like a job for the myth busters!)I'm also sure you know of the african and indian(these are better in IT support.) elephants.So i hope my little soiree of facts have helped you appreciate the granduer that is the Elephant.Coming up next,MY LIFE.

Samurai 7 is over....SOB.And...and..4 of them died.Kikuyichi got melted...So sad.I have to admit that it was one of the best anime i've seen in a looooong time.It was so emotional.The only other pixels that overwhelmed me with such sadness was Final Fantasy X.Okay,it's making me cry.Today was just tamil,follwed by tamil,then some more tamil and school ended with a dash of,you guessed it,tamil.The same schedule awaits tomorrow.PANIC!!!!O level tamils are next monday!Okay.CALM DOWN.And pray.No point getting so worked up.The class talked the teacher out of social studies remedial.I guess the gift of the gab is a lit student's uhh...gift?(Pun intended.) Mom bought me a t-shirt that has DMX's dog on it.Whose said Moms aren't cool.Straight up tripping Dawg.So,yea.I think i'll end here.Gotta go study tamil.Never in my life would i have imagined in my wildest nightmares to use those words.Okay,got to go gargle with toilet water.

Today's word for the wise(Screw copyright infringement laws!),"May i ask you something entirely non-judgemental?HAVE YOU NO SHAME?-Louis(the drew carey show) on Mr wick dating drew's 18 year old cousin.

Okay,This the guy who puts the nut back in walnut,Paul,Out.

Meh.Monday blues

2005-05-24T15:40:00.000-07:00

I don't really feel like writing today,so i'll skip the usual article.But sorry about yesterday's absence,i went to a electrifying political rally that may change my life forever.No,actually,it was my aunt's house warming party.But the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife.Did i say cut?More like SAW.So the jedi knights of the light side fled the senetorial council early not wanting to cause an uproar wiith the present sith lapdogs.And flee we did.Anything for keeping the peace.Mace armstrong had to be soothed in his becoming rage to cut down the evil that was the cavernous mouth that was Dark Lord chuckles,the evil piggy.But the food was good.Almost worth the indigestion and diahearr(is that right?) that caused my untimely absence from the Acedemy today.(I missed school,in other words.)So i sit,alone with that wretched beast that is the family dog,waiting for nourishement i gravely need.I wait for the bill payer's return.And no,I'm not delirious due to hunger.I'll end here guys.I dunno, been feeling real depressed of late.Well, see ya.

Today's saying,"If one steals the spotlight,one dethrones a star."-Me(meant literally)

A person in a twisting vortex of shame and dismality,Out.Wait a minnute...It's not monday...

Catch the tiger by its tail...

2005-05-22T16:28:00.000-07:00

Let me begin today's post with a story.I'll begin after you people have finished rolling your eyes.(Which reminds me,Nokia is a finnish conglomerate...amazing they aren't into the fishing industry.)So onto the story,if you doubt its credibility,well,it came from the kumars at No.42.And we all know that their word is law.So,Let's begin.

Once there was this british writer(forgot his name) that moved to india innit.So one day he found this tiger cub see?He took it home, and begin caring for it.They had a long and happy friendship,man and beast.The end.Okay,fine,not quite.So the tiger would just roam around the house,and when the limey was writing his stuff,his striped buddy would lick his hand like the cutest dog.Then one day, the brit pricked his finger on some wooden thing,but was unawares of it(don't ask me).Then the tiger as normal licked his hand,and for the first time tasted human blood.So the writer told his friend(A human one) about the incident.The friend,being indian,instinctively overeacted.He told him to put the tiger in a zoo cause the thing already tasted human blood,and it'll gobble him up next.The writer was reluctant about doing so but finally agreed.He would visit the tiger everyday,but one day, he was posted far away to some Godforsaken desert area.He couldn't see his buddy for three years.When he fianlly returned to the zoo,he went to the office to look for the warden to open the cage to reunite him with his predertory friend,but the warden wasn't in,so what this english man does is he takes the key out of the hook and opens the door.There he found his tiger,which he hugged and kissed and told of the horrible journeys he undertook.He cried, and the tears wet the tiger's fur.After he unburdened himself he went back to the office and proceeded to place the key back.The warden stood there, horrified as he told the writer that it was the wrong tiger!

Well,an important lesson is that you should always pay attention to minor details(tiger stripes differ.)Heck,i say stay away from tigers.Now, go back to the passage and read it again.How many times did i use the word lion instead of tiger?Go on.

Done?HAH!Gotcha,none.Waste your time why don't ya?Okay, let's head to my life today.

Today is sunday.Sundays are supposed to be fun.Today just bit.Let's just call him er...THE MORON.Well,he flew into a rage today,nag nag nag...geesh,he could beat an old woman at a nag-off.So,yea.So this sunday,Mr. Funny pants wore......drumroll.....Mercedes Benz Pants!My question,What the hell are those?LUXURY PANTS?Well, yes.Went to west coast to eat.Everyone was in a stinky attitude...And i started reading the Star Wars trilogy.I guess i'll just laze around today.Mr.Ng Khoon Seng talked about the second coming.Every door needs to be open in order for it to happen.All must have the opportunity to know of christ.Hmm..deep stuff.Tomorrow's Vesak day and also HIS birthday(scoff) also got no worry about homework.Ah,Bliss.But am anxious about o level tamil paper that's in like,A WEEK.Lucky there's another chance...But hey,as long as God backs me up...So,i'll stop here today,Need to go and worrry somemore.Must not panic.Stop panicking.WHY ARE YOU PANICKING?
Sorry if i'm a little boring today...Boring day.

And today's saying,"Friends?More like Fiends."-David Schwimmer on working with the cast of Friends.

I put the Star back in Star Wars,this is Darth Victor,(breathes) Out.May the Force be with you.

Safely try to die

2005-05-21T05:17:00.000-07:00

Orlando,how i dream of you,it's not all about voodoo,basketball or seafood,it's about ROLLERCOASTERS!(Are you THAT dense?I am talking about the city you know,not that elf guy who strangely looks like beckham for some reason.No, really,one of Beckham's wild hairdos looked like legolas's...Elf fixations...geesh what's next?Hobbit dating shows?)So,the wonderful world of rollercoasters.What's not to love?Flying down some 200 feet above,men screaming(wetting their pants even),women screaming louder,kids crying,old people who try to be young gasping for air(due to heart attacks,siezures,asthma...well,don't blame me if they want to try it!)Ah rollercoasters,Exactly why God forbid man the fruit from the tree of knowledge.Hurtling through the air in a metal tube supported only by metal framework that will ultimately rust and fall apart.Rollercoasters, the true measure of a man.Spins,corkscrews,loop de loops,coup de graces, that's enough to make the slickest coolest dude babble like an idiot and squeal for his mommy.Rollercoasters,near death experiances,in total safety.If you do find yourself in the country which is making Kyoto Protocol supporters pull their hair out,tear their clothes and then burn them in a big bonfire,then vist these places(You do know i'm talking about Canada senior right?The allies,Mother Liberty's land,The red,white and blue?Yea.America,the home of the brave) Cedar point,home to the world's only wooden rollercoaster(who knew trees could be fun?Well at least they don't rust..But what if there was an 'accidental' termite outbreak.....hehehe....) and there's also...Univerasal studios Orlando!Where you can experiance earthquakes,THE twister,alien invasions and fight alongside spiderman,all in the comforts of an uncomfortable cramped coaster like vehicles.And remember Discovery cove,Where you can play with dolphins,those lovable pieces of blubber and rubber!Yes, remember these places when you decide to hit the country with one of the highest murder,suicide and bankrupcy rate,The land of the free!Now, lets look at my day.

Todays Saturday.We all know what that means,Saturday morning cartoons!Yay!So i switched on the T.V and what do i see(heh,i'm a poet and didn't even know it..) pokemon,okay i guess,but haven't you guys at the pokemon company milked enough cash out of this cow?The cow looks anemic!And the flow of the story is the same as,oh i dunno,EVERY OTHER DANG EPISODE!The heroes meet team rocket.They steal pokemon(usually that rat,pikachu) and run off.Some other pokemon attacks their get away hot air balloon and they go "blasting off again!!!!"....Give it a rest guys.Then came the worst part,the show after pokemon.The gransazers.Look at the word again enunciate it slowly and think about how lame that sounds.Gransazers.It's EXACTLY the same as power rangers.Where have all the originality gone?Where's the transformers?WHERE'S THE LOVE?You know those big robots that the power rangers used to have?They're called Ultra Star Gods.Ultra star gods?ULTRA STAR GODS?That's the STUPIDEST fragment of words i have ever heard!There should be a law agianst such stupidity for crying out loud.Yeah,so i was forced to watch this crap(don't ask) and starving cause mom went to pick up Bro from camp.It's the ultimate punishment!I...I..I..think I might be traumatised...So yeah,T.V all the way today.Saturday.Thank heaven for Saturday.Hope you guys had a great time.I won't hold you no longer, go out and stretch youself or something.Don't get piles or something cause of me.

Todays word for the wise..."He can't possibly go to any jail that exists now.My idea was that they build him a fantasy jail like Captain Hook's Pirate Ship cause he's into the whole peter pan thing.-Alice Cooper on prince of pop,Michael Jackson.

Well,keep sanitary y'all.This is the guy who puts the Amp back in swamp,Paul,Out.

Of kites and men

2005-05-20T19:45:00.000-07:00

Hang-gliding is so cool!Before you give me a sanity questioning look,just think about it, the wind in your hair, the excellent scenery,you entrusting your life, family,hopes and dreams to a really big kite.What a thrill.Speaking about human flying kites, it is speculated that the ancient chinese used it for the first air attacks.They basically straped themselves to giant paper(hopefully two ply) and jumped off a wall.The great wall to be exact.Which is by the way the only man made structure visable from space.If it were storming,...well, let's just say that benjamin frankiln would be tossing in his grave.you just got to love the chinese,kites,gunpowder,pointless warfare,communism,the art of war,mao ze dong...the list goes on...So, gotta try hang gliding.And people have just successfully cloned human stem cells.Well,playing god is one thing,but being him?And all this modern talk about morals,AND civics and moral ed classes,which is actually our time for various other activities.Now you know why singaporean students are so rude...so, back to the cloning,my bet is if the russians get the tecnology,they'll clone lenin,the germans,Hitler,the chinese, Mao ze dong,the indians,gandhi,the scots,william wallace, the brits, diana,the french,the creator of the bagguette,jamaica,bob marly and the americans,elvis,whom they probaby have already started.Well, that's my guess.I say again,messing with what stuff is made of is asking for it.If you see a huge meteor the metric size of the state of florida heading for earth,well, don't say i did'nt warn you.Now, enough doom and gloom,let's head for my life, which is hopefully better.

Did i mention that i made some surprisingly good tasting thai red curry?Yeah, totally cool.Or should i say hot.Well,sorry for the bad joke...Today was SCIENCE DAY!Yes the science exams were today.Physics was quite alright, but chemistry just sucked.The MCQ was okay...So like in the middle of the exam i desperately needed to umm....contribute to NEWATER...So i was quite pleasantly surprised(About as pleasant as you can be when your natural dams were about to, i dunno, EXPPLODE!) when they said i could go, so what my chemistry teacher did was....she FOLLOWED ME!!!Gasp!But i guess she was just following protocol...I wonder if she got raise...So yea, she waited outside(which is a bit pointless because if i wanted to cheat i could do so in the cubicle,DOI.)so, we actually had a chat about the paper(walking down the stairs,not from the toilet...) so it's a bit funny.Heh.Sorry for making you read my lavatorical adventures.And it was NOT my cooking...
So when i decided to meet domingo to go cycling(yes, i can cycle,drop those eyebrows wadi...) so by terms of dicretion, it was SOMEONE'S brilliant idea to go cycling through some GODFORSAKEN dingy, smelly,dog den,kampung village not to mention WET path.You know why? Just to eat some pig organ soup!(just between us guys, if mom finds out, well, i'll be in your next slice of bak qua...)But the good part is that i also visited the St mary of the angels church.It's so....Zenny(zen inclined).Also ate some perfectly soft frozen soft drink popsicles(80 cents!A rip off!The seller could be the next donald trump!) so yeah.Took a civillised path back.Okay, got to go now,fingers hurt from gripping the handles too tightly, legs hurt from paddling up hill,butt hurts from cheap material chair.I so need a new bike...

And today's saying,"When the allies landed on Hiroshima,they did'nt have better weapons than the germans."- the coach from even stevens.

Okay,Booyakasha people!This is the cyclists that put the ball back in ballistics,Paul,Out!

Lead us not to the test but deliver us from evil

2005-05-19T21:48:00.000-07:00

Hey guys,how was your potentially great day?Did you make it kinetically great?Pardon the sciency talk, studying for science exams tomorrow.I'm sure you guys know what an urban legend is,don't you just love them?Like a small town in north germany actually drove off their enemies using a cannon.Yea, I know what you're thinking in your twisted twisted little minds, What's this moron babbing about?Any monkey with a brain tumor could destroy stuff with a cannon.Well, this cannon was made from exactly ONE TREE.Yes, you heard me right, a tree cannon.Before you start have those weird thoughts about a leafy tree shooting out cannon balls(i did..)you should watch MYTHBUSTERS! The newest craze to hit the discovery channel.So it's these 2 guys that go around proving urban legends wrong.Their really funny and actually make learning fun!GASP!I know,how can education be fun?All you have to do is blow stuff up!KABOOM!!!WHEEE!!!Definately this show gets paul's one-of-a-kind super supreme extreme whopper,2 thumbs up your nose, mark of excellence!5 stars!Note:Do NOT watch this if blowing items sky high freaks you out.Wuss...

Oh yeah, i just have to relive this moment,it's too funny,happened some time ago...not sure when.Celest points the visualizer at the class at large so that an enlarged image appears on the screen.We hear lit teacher at the door, Celest tries in vain to adjust the visualizer, her enlarged face on the screen.Lit teacher comes in, Celest abandons her quest to right the visualizer and runs away,not knowing that the teacher sees her running away via the visualizer...HAHAHA!!!Okay, now a look at the life of moi.

Today was english exams,felt sorta green all the way!...Well you know how your mind blanks out about what happened at an exam a few hours later,BINGO!Yup, clean as a whistle(have to find out where that stupid saying comes from..) All i can remember is picking up my pen and then....something ...about ...signs... and for paper 2....i'm getting a....river?That's all,everything is static.Sorry if i'm a bit short on writing today,really tired just copied notes like some kind of deranged lunatic with a pen as his only friend. I'll be back,just you watch.Nicholas tried to exocise my writing ability...Yeah,Dumb, i know... But hey, God'll never take away whatever talent,ability,intelligence he gave you.He's like,a really powerful buddy.It sure is nice to have friends at high places,or, as high as it gets.So, yeah.Successfully made thai red curry today, turned out fine.At least i don't feed people BRUNT OFFERINGS, right DAD?Well,really tired now,i think i'll stop.Stay explosive guys!

Today's wise words,"The way of war is the way of deception."-Master sun.Yea, something that is actually WISE...
This is the guy who puts the FAN back in FANATIC,Seacre...Paul,Out!

Lord of the Blog-The Return of the King

2005-05-18T20:12:00.000-07:00

I'm back people!!!And let my fans shout for joy!I have seen the enemy, i have stared down face of evil!I have spit,upon the pimple that is the blemish of the earth!(Well, not really,)And i have survived!Yes, nothing can keep me from my loyal fans, not even iron bonds, not even the torture of being sealed in an icy cave, Not even a subway double meatball sandwhich!!!Okay, fine, maybe the sandwhich.Banned?BANNED?HAH!Paul bounces back like bungee!Speaking of bungee,have you ever heard of BASE jumpers?The next time you see some psycho nutcase try to jump off a really tall building,don't stop him, he might be a base jumper.BASE jumpers jump off lots of stuff, if there's a high point, it attracts them like houseflies to...let's say what NEWATER is made of.So what are they?Some kind of satanists that summon the devil, smoke crack with him and dance around the scripture fire?NO! BASE is actually a cleverly placedd acronym.B=buildings,A=antennea,S=suspension and E=Earth.Basically(pun intended),they jump off these things.Smart,NO!Life threatening,MAYBE!Crazy,HELL YEAH!Someday, i'll be jumping from super high man-made or natural structures and scream my lungs out,my only guarantee of life being a flimsy piece of banana yellow poncho(parachute to you)! WHOOO!What a rush!Sorry mom,you can't stop me!

Well,now that we've got that out of our system, let's proceed to my day, or what i remember of it.

Today was orange and sea blue all the way!There was a lit exam today, mid-year.It went quite well,though i didn't have much time to complete the second part of the questions...The unseen prose confuddled most,Well, your fault if you don't read much.Also today, i played a birthday prank.Due to the graphic nature of that prank, the prankee(who is seemingly in the dark) shall not be mentioned.Yesterday, I bet who would win Miss USA with domingo, he won(curse you Miss north carolina!!!).But seriously, she resembles a bit of plant fossill.Also, remind me to smack my sister when she least expects it(because of the taunts about a certain someone.When wil the voices stop!!!)Had english after the Lit exam...And the english paper is tomorrow.Wish me inspiration and Godspeed guys!Funny,about this same time tomorrow,I'll be writing about my English Exams....and the next days science exams....Time "what finicky buisness..."In twenty years, who knows where i'll be....(base jumping?Ireland?)Which reminds me of an inspirational story about a dancer who made it to one of MR.Flatley's(Notice the respect)
productions.Which reminds me,Please remind me to somehow get feet of flames out the IT room in school,even if it means breaking in.Oh yeah, and had a real controverrsial chat with that P.E teacher, Joseph or something.That american teacher with no thumbs is also a nice guy(not Mr.Thomas, the one at school) he took one look at the tamil paper during the exams and wished me luck.Heh.I shall also not insult my doofyhead sister(paradox inclined).Well, i guess that's all for today....C ya..Note to self,do not allow sister to read sms...

Today's word for the wise,"Two sticks,Double chocolate(on a frozen banana) what is this Mardi Gras?!"-Michael Bluth,Arrested development.
This is the person who brings back the say in sanity, Paul,signing out.

The names Bond, Paul Bond

2005-05-17T18:11:00.000-07:00

Sorry, Can't chat today.My seriously Overbearing sister, also a psychotic nutcase has BANNED me from using the computer, meaning no posts for a while, due to exams...Sorry guys, Beat her up for me okay?Just a note, i had the longest phone conversation yesterday.To be discreet, it was with me, E and O.We invited Q and listened in...That's all i can say for now...I'm really cutting it close by using correct grammer and tense.Okay, i got to go before, SHE aka, you know who comes back.C ya guys, don't be too sad without me okay?Stay crazy!
This is your favourite spy,incognito, on an espionage mission, Paul, signing out!

Word for the wise,"Do not look too deeply at a dot, for in the end, it is but a dot." and also, "They say haste is a folly,but i've never seen wise delay".Thrills are just so COOL!