poem

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

by Alexander Pushkin

!!! NOTICE !!!

Calling all who has a "different" overseas story to tell.

Guys, I'm doing this series of news feature on fusion radio, in case that sounds unfamiliar, it's that NTU campus radio station that you see, and hear, broadcasting live at canteen B most wednesdays and thursdays. I came up with a few ideas for the show and this one i think is pretty good and has good potential.

I'm thinking of doing features of interesting, wacky, out-of-the world overseas experiences of young people (best if they are undergrads to justify this being campus radio). So if you ever lost your way in a desert or eaten snakes and insect or spend cold nights in a london park or something, CALL ME NOW you understand. haha. Or if you noe anybody please feel obliged in the good good heart of yours to inform me of their whereabouts eh.

Actually I am thinking along the lines of maybe a volunteer in a UN peacekeeping or medical mision, or an expedition to some ulu-ated corner of the world, or some kind of outrageous bag-packing trip.

I'm sure someone out there who's reading this noes someone else who's done it. So yeah I'm desperate to find YOU haha. Anyway it'll be fun to hear yourself on radio telling the world about your experience (ok i admit it's not really like the whole world's listening) , afterall not everybody is that fortunate to haf an outrageous adventure.

So I hope to hear from pple soon.

Ta ta i'm gonna haf a great week ahead.

me birthday

I'm beat. Just now i was just half drunk, semi goggy and trying to type on my com with a bit of pizza in one hand. Now after a round of mns-ing 5 people I'm really really tired and i've got to fight the temptation of my cluttered bed to press on with this blog entry. (the bed's strewn with presents anyway and its kind of unsleepable in its present gleeful state)

The reason my responsible brain cells insist on writing this now instead on tomorrow afternoon when i wake up , is so that i can still remember to thank the people who had made my birthday a happy affair, at a moment when gratitude is still brimming over my brain and the party is still fresh in my head. As i was going through the pressies just now i can really appreciate the effort that went into choosing and walking till yout legs hurt to get them. Especially when a certain few went the extra mile to buy the present, and flowers (always great stuff to receive) themselves and those who spent time making a personalised cd card (very delightful), those who wrote personal messages and those who made my birthday wishes come true. And my friends who came knowing there is no one there they noe but did anyway because they wanted to be there. just be there.

Thanks. I feel blessed.

Anyway this is gonna be a smashing year. watch out 4 me i'm ready to fight my guts out.
yeah. kudos to not being underage anymore.


Here are some fotos:





Denis the Latecomer














Chong Meng the latecomer



















And Sheu Ying too. Some guts huh












DRINNK UPPPPPPP!!!!!















That's fang jie, nic and grace, ching, huimin, me and jo. The misc pple











ODAC 10th comm.

I'm gng to humptum thos who never come. Nike, steven Watch out










ATC. the fun-nest comm as usual.
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cos got me
wahahahhaha









Hwa Chong OAC. the old pple
















Desaru pple.

cheers!











huimin n me
















hua hua n me

thrusday

Today i'm not myself - i was irresponsible, which is a great thing to be, dun get me wrong.

Most of the time that means getting to do the things you actually WANT to do. But that sometimes does cause a varying degree of discomfort to the conscience.

I skipped the whole morning lecture cos i overslept a little. By a little i mean i could hav gotten there on time if i had rushed out of the house in like 10 min, which i've done successfully for many times. Then at night i pon-ten my tution and went for ODAC welcome tea instead. like for wat right. Really i dunno.

Once in a while its ok to be a immature brat, but i'm suspecting this might be the debut infection of a flu virus commonly known as the whimp. it's actually got a much longer and harder scientific name, something like "leng...uid...pro....kraas....teee...nation" or something i couldn't really remember yah. whatever.... i mean i'm afraid i catch the stupid bug.

I just made coffee. although it's late. never bothers me cos i doesn't keep me awake anyway. (haha wait 3 am u still see me blogging away u know i'm eating my words already) Anyway coffee and coke are like my dope. super unhealthy but very addictive. I love coffee in the morning especially, though it's quite ironic that you feel bitter first thing in the morning. It's like coffee has this interesting, tantalizing taste, it's not all suger like milo and its not all bitter like tea. it's a drink with CHARACTER. so CHARismatic pple drink coffee. haha.

Gee these days my favourite bloggers seem to be taking a holiday in Africa or something, its been so long since i read something nice (hey, remember my distaste for this word) . Maddox is so into his new book there isn't new anything on his site (not that he is a blogger, he hates the word btw). Somebody recommend some new sites please.

Looking forward to my birthday. ITs on SAT not SUN at 7pm. Don't be confused and dun turn up on the wrong day. i admit i've been quite a kuku and sent out some wrong smses and i am really sorry for that.

Ta. ta.

truth

Not that i like the subject of movies so much i hafta harp on it for 2 consecutive posts, its just a coincidence that one day i was ranting about pirates and the next i'm sitting in a scripwriting class learning and partaking in the ardous process behind creating an original.

Anyway, i was in scriptwriting class - which the teach himself agrees is the most unglamorous job in the TV spectrum - and i was late as usual. Well, point is, the teach said something that that made me think. He said this....ready.....-: "Emotional truth" . Wooooooo.

(ok i really hate it when people use important soundly words like that to ennoble an idea, but that aside fer now)

After he explains what it means and all, i thought - Writing, albeit unglam,is just starkingly brilliant.

bloody cool.

THINK. Why do people watch entertainment stuff, movies, film, sitcoms? Why do people read novels and stories? -- Because they cared. And why do they care, because the characters are worth caring about. why is that the case. because characters feel sad, angry, hurt, happy, psychotic, guilt-striken, mixed up, gay in the head. which we all feel!!!!

but really what it meant is how movies and novels recreates the banality, nobility, nuances and complexities of human feelings that are universal to all. from the high-rung president looking down from a new york skyscrapper to the african women balancing baskets on their heads looking up at God, to the millionaire pop star and the kid living in a slum. people feel the same sort of things. movies makers are best at recreating these exuberant emotions behing a catode ray screen.

so not easy

dun be a cheapo

I saw the trailer of "The Breakup" on tv today.

The funny thing is, I ALMOST saw the movie a month ago.

On the net.

Hah!
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Isn't 21th century technology just freakingly amazing squeal, the way us ordinary world citizens lodged in front of our computer screen can instantaneously pass on squeal any piece of picture and music without the possession of an ounce of royalties knowledge! squeal squeal ! and the best part is we can even peer share it with millions of other strangers. And digital technology squueal miracles of the web that have become the enabling and empowering tools to normal peoples by creating a public squeal sphere where free information prevails like it should be and god help the silent, powerless, masses and forever spare them the squeal egony of actually having to pay for their movies and handphone tunes.



really, if i can't find a job nxt time its all ur fault for screwing up the industry.

silly me

i've deleted the previous post. Cos i was kuku enough to think my mp3 was spoilt when actually...i put in flat batteries. hah. pretty dumb huh. wat's new. i outdo myself everyday.

gee. my mind's pretty occupied with planning my birthday party now. See, last minute. 1 week to go and I'm on ground ZERO. i'm been procrastinating until the date got too frighteningly close for comfort, so now i'm like a mad chicken calling up for venues and stuff. That's why rich people PAY event planners to do the sort of stuff for them.

See ya nxt week at the party then.
(if i dun screw up there will be one)

"Time=Money" ...... what bullshit

WHICH idiot thinks he can get away with a line like that.

You, more often than you like it, hear people, (!grown-ups!) tell ya all self-blievingly that "TIME IS MONEY"... like it's one of the ten commandments carved in stone or something.

I say that chap's either deprived of plain sight at birth to spot a fallacy, or the joker's trying to pull shit over yer eyes.

Otherwise, his address probably reads : Credit Street #$10-000, money world. anyway

Will ya please stop debasing the sanctity of our mortal minutes with a pet phrase like that.

How is money like time? Its not inexorable, its certainly not invisible, it's mutable, and when you lose it there is always a way to earn it back. And how's time like money? Have you seen time and does it look like a stinking stack of dollar bills to you.

The only (sad) piece of supporting evidence that i can think of to maintain the unlikely resemblence of the two, is one occasional realization of each and every wage earner, looking up from his or her desk in the dopey office at mid-day, thinking of how they're selling their life at an hourly rate of $16.57.

Actually I'm begining to think, time spent NOT in pursuit of money is time well spent.

Next time a stiff-tie-choking-collar executive walks past me in Shenton Way I wanna wish fer him to take a fall down the stairs and then be thankful to be spending the next couple of weeks in some quiet moments at the hospital. And while he's there, enjoy the flowers.

The sky rained flowers today

I'm contemplating whether to continue writing my previous post.

Cos that was such a bitchy piece, and now, i'm feeling pretty goddamn happy, and thus mellow and angelic, and can only entertain pleasant thoughts about the world and my fellow human cohibitants. Sigh, who could have thought that such a sappy 1st day of school could turn out to be one lovely of an experience. What happened? I dun wanna tell. Tee hee.

Just one piece of wise man talk: never even evey fathom the thought that something is impossible. ANYTHING is POSSIBLE in this world and you better believe me or you're gonna be in for a BIG surprise one fine sunny day.

Other than that people, I hope ya all have the bestest life possible and i luv all of ya. (see i totally flipped)

GOD BLESS. Lolz (lame)

dependency theory

*Disclaimer* (about the other post) : when ya tough as nails nuttin can crap up ur system, which is why I'm absolutely FINE.

Tonight I wanna talk about the finer points of human relations, ma own sketchy but intensely deep felt 50 cents worth on why humans are a gregarious species. I call it the "dependency theory".

See, a person won't die being alone. Look at the history of "survivor-hunk-stuck-on-a-deserted-island" movies! (which, btw, accords no further need for proof that hollywood treats movie-goers like walkin airheads) And, unlike Tom, people living in any decent kinda civilization don't even need ter find their own food. So what's so hard about walking into a store, waving a bill at the cashier, and then filling your cart with whatever you want. So we won't die from the fact of being ALONE. Period.

Then why does everybody surround themselves with a complex, and complexing, web of family, relatives, 2nd uncle, 3rd cousin, long-distant ties that you see once a year on Chinese New Year, friends that do little other than fill up your msn list, friends that don't even make it to your msn list, buddies that disappear after a while, activity friends, hi-byes....

BECOS. In some ways, or another, we THINK that we need these people, or that we MIGHT need them some unforeseeable time in the future.

Parents have kids not so as some teenager would help them burn their lunch hour making trips to the principle office, or so that they can spend time worrying about the stupid kid making through his PSLE. Parents have kids because if one day they might turn wrinkled in the face and weak in the knee with arthritis and they would need more than just a retirement fund...

And relatives, oh i don't even know how to start. These people you don't know personally. You have no idea what's their pet peeves are or their happiest moments or whether they support freedom of speech or not. Everyone is cordial and"nice"(the one word in the english dictionary that means nothing at all), and binded by blood, which is the seal to a tacit agreement that each will thus commit to show extra effort and provide help for the other in times of trouble. Which is why it is not advisable or wise, and simply not "nice", to estrange these "relations".

*sleepy....this post is to be continued,tomorrow*

losers

I'm not dumb. OKAY.

so it irks me that EVERY guy i know seem ter have found it a god-given duty to "suan"(rain sarcasms on) me. Do i wear a sign that says : "Hi there! my ego's worth a miserable 5 pennies so go ahead and feel free ter trample on it a little, cos i dun mind a bit that you're being a stupid jackass, loser!"

And hey i dun haf a pea fer a brain so quit insisting that i do.

Why, in the freaking hell of a world, would i need someone ter tell me that i stupid. (*squeals* hey bud i really appreciate yer telling me how dumb i am cos i really can't tell fer myself what a airheaded bimbo dumbass i am *squeal*) (*pukes*)

thanks guys yer really made my day. Hate ya.

kelong

I spent 2 days on a Kelong in M'sia. I wouldn't call it fun "fun" because I have got no idea what "fun" on a Kelong is like. You might just think its kinda romantic living in the middle of the ocean, nonwhere near another human or just nowhere near anything, but it wasn't anything vaguely like that cos there were so many people on that kelong you couldn't quite be alone. But if I were ter live stranded at sea on a 15 by 5m platform, dangling over water, alone, i think i will just die a pretty sea sick ghost. cos it gets lonely. and yer got plenty, if not all, of yer time to think. and thinkin too much gives me a nauseating feeling. So much for the fantasies about living in some unknown corner of the earth, maybe africa, in a quaint lil shack by the sea passing the days sipping coffee and staring forlornly into i-dunno-what out there in the horizon.

Someone told me there was a man who sailed the world on a floating house propped by empty barrels, and he grew whatever he nids and blah blah blah, anyway it was a self-sufficient thing. Either that guys is a hopeless romantic or he's nuts, or the whole story is fake.

well anyway back to my kelong adventure... We fished. A whole lot of time. My friends were kind enough to lend me some gear and teach me how ter do it. And i caught a few fishes. MY FIRST FISH. yipie!!!!!! I dun noe if this sounds cruel but i actually felt excited from the tugging at the end of my line, knowing that that's an animal fighting fer its stupid life, and really it's got no chance at winning. morbid? the really morbid part was when the scaley thing stared me in the eyes with its mouth wide open as i tried(my bestest) to unhook it and hopefully not kill it so that i can throw it back. yew, !, now that i think about it. So fish only what ya need. and what ya can eat. dun be a stupid idiot and fish fer fun cos something that belongs to the earth is dying fer it.

we went island hopping too and i made 2 sandcastles. one was destroyed by a very mean shu hong and lionel and i hope the other ones stays on the beach forever.....

hopefully i learn to post fotos soon. so you can see the stuff.