photos

while i was msn-ing my fren one day i noticed what a great display pic she had. It triggered a poetic vibe and i got her to send it to me. Then i started stifting out all the similiar photos i had, as well as pull out some of my friends'.


'colours of the sky'.



Title: Faries




Contributed by: friend



























Title: Jurassic park sky
(don't you think so. rustic! i totally love this one)



Contributed by: friend







Title: Mirror of Dreams


(its like, sun rise or sun set?)





Contributed by: friend








Title: Mysterious blues




Contributed by: definately a friend









Title: stripes






Contributed by: need i say





Darn I'm pretty hopeless at taking pictures huh. haha.

Nice rite

I'll be back with part II very soon. And part III and IV and V, that is if i can psycho more people to give me their pictures.

ciao.

Gosh You don’t know what the fuck just happened to me. I have this fantastic post that I finished typing, all nice and pretty, and the stupid thing just WON’T publish!!!! WTF, is it because I don’t pay for the service. You lousy thing, no gems for you.

Now I hafta remember what I typed just now. It’s something about how I got stuck with library shift today when I’m supposed to be having dinner in town and how over the weekends I was so annoyed by this whole business about someone’s childish behavior.

Yah now I’m sufficiently convinced that I won’t get my last post back so I’m typing on MSword to avoid being cheated again, by the same damn server, or whatever you call it.

Anywae I was annoyed because (shit I should censor this) *tooooot* (sorri I shouldn’t bitch about people again for fear or reciprocation, which I’m sure had paid off on me several times)

Weeellll, all I can say is that people in this world CHANGE. If you don’ change you probably belong to another universe. It’s such a given, So LIVE WIF IT. And people grow up to move on to better (or worse) things and no one wants to go back to being that same goofy, nervous teenager. At least not me, but there may be some psychos around.

I’m losing faith in people, no actually I mean the human capacity to care outside your immediate love circle.

And the next post will be great, i mean greater..

mid term

I'm terribly irritated by the fact that these several weeks of school had past like an innocuous dvd show on fast forwad. Before i can help it next week's holiday week and in my head i'm on all fours, trying desperately to scrape back some time with my metaphorical fingers. we're now in the middle of my first and only sememter of school for this entire academic year, and i can't tell ya how much that saddens me.

Guess i'm just so conditioned to the day after day of routine school stuff that everythings numbs my head. i've given up trying to find purpose, in a way i'm scared of wat kinda weakness i'll be confronting. Suddenly, having not to do that for the next 7 days ahead rudely awakens some senses that i prefer to keep sedated. Not happy, no.

Maybe going to Missouri will help me in see things differently. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and praying that i make it there.

But sometimes i have my moments of liberation too. If you ever were on the second deck of the 179 bus, go sit at the frontest left seat just before the windscreen (not the right, unless you want the driver to look up and straight into your nostrils). You'll get a great view from there (sometimes even paranomic because of the curvature of the glass), try imagining away the glass in front and beside you, and pretend you're alone. You'll enjoy this split second of a spurious sensation of gliding through the air as the bus moves through the greens and slopes of the campus. Imagine yer flying! quite slendid i would say.

Otherwise, it's been a good 1/2 a sem i think. At least since a super cute and exotic guy has come to study here. haha. totally lucked out!

my msn nick

Wondering wat my msn nick means.
"6 stones to heaven". that's a script i'm writing for class.
A kurdish orphan flees his home at the time of the genocide in search of safety and freedom. But heaven was never quite as far. Here, it take the form of the stanger who loved and protected a lost soul in the darkest of times.

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senseless on 18 sept

This week's busy fer me. There's a big decision to be made between going for GIP and dropping that to stake my chances on landin that Missouri intership, which cost a bomb btw. Either way, I dun like the way the GIP acceptance notice decended on me, taking the form of an inconspicuous electronic mail when i least expected to get one.

Then there is this business presentation to prepare for and my resume to do up. And birthday to go to on sat. There are presents I haven bought.

It's kinda ironic to think that after this week these "problems" will be have to had already been solved. But fer now it's a lot fer my brain to take. It's still in inactive mode since most of last week and the weekends had heavy dosage of the same hideous inactivity.

I'm not excited.

or excitable

Meeting deadlines is a skill that one picks up after a prolonged period of time spend struggling to fit projects, commitment and trivia into little compartments of time. After the mastery of such a skill, week after week is simply mechnical.

Seriously it feels more and more like a factory shift. I dun even have the mood for angry banter now.

Anyway, (as you can see I'm trying to code switch here), I was at the premiere of "Banquet" thanks to the kind invitation of my neighbour and here a picture that pretty much sums up that experience.





















I got as close as i could for a good picture, which's probably the closest i ever get anyway, ha. not a very good shot though i know but it proves one thing, that i was there, i was within a 5 m radius of this incredibly handsome human being.

There is something fiercely sensuous about about Daniel Wu, other absolutely smokin up that velvet suit. He has those amazing features and the height and all, its like you could stare at him forever, at least i can, ha.

Ans I totally dig his long locks in the movie, it made he even more melancholic that he already look. Anyway the story and cinematography and all was ok, and after crouching tiger hidden dragon the swordplay wasn't anything fantastic either. But there is just something fiercely beautiful about the picture, (and the actor, tee hee)

Anyway this thought just poped into my head in pure randomness, as inspired by the thing i said about taking photos. There was this Robbie Williams movie not too long ago running on chnl 5. He said, or rather his character said, that there is something magical about a photo. It takes a moment in time and make it eternal. And the people in the photo are trying to tell generations and generations after them that "I existed, I was once young and happy and someone cared enough about me to take my picture". Didn't that just added another dimension to taking photos. I wonder how much of that is true. I'm not takin any pictures when I'm old then.

till next time folk.

get rid of the emoticon

It's pathetic. Centuries of civilization and we, us we, in this day and age, have reduced ourselves to the mode of communication used by our primitive ancestor, the caveman.

just turn on msn.

betcha won't survive 3 sentences without being terrorized by the EMOTICON!

some people practically speak in pictures.

Like i can imagine a comic strip and the characters have this speech bubble above them when they're talking. And then the bubble has pictures instead of words.

you noe how hard to read anot, with all the "act cute", and totally random graphics spewing across the msn window. It's like i've gotta spend double the time to read a stupid sentence after righ-clicking on every other emoticon to figure out its meaning.

It's like people don't talk properly anymore, they don't type properly, and now they don't even type in words.

where is this going man

by now i should have sucessfully pissed half of the folks on my msn list off.

???

If a leader has no followers, is he a leader?


If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, does it mean it didn't make noise?


If someone has an opinion and people don't agree with him, is he wrong?



I don't think i have the mental capacity to deduce the answers to those wrangling questions, so i hereby welcome comment. The first one is a little simpler though i feel. The other two are just crazy. Enjoy the torture.

poem?

If i could have one piece of invention
anything in the world
i want a space warp
a magical window
through which i will enter
to any place i desire

From my bedroom i can step
straight out of the glass on my window
into a cold quiet desert, a barren sortof outback
walk around a little, then
finding no one
or nothing of value
sit down and start a fire
a tingy humble flame
by which i will watch the heavens
and its stars
shining like little pleasures in their own world
too proud and too aloof
to care

Or i will lie on a field or green
rainbow over my head
sparkling
just sparkling
a little too happy for my liking
but i can live with it


If i can make a whimsical thought come true
i wanna be ghost for a day
drifting through the crowd of faces
like a summer breeze, so unpresent you won't even notice
watch them go about their lives
and sit beside each and every one
as they retreat into the sanctuary of their rooms
behind closed doors
to hide, to reveal, to cry on their beds
to be

To be close, all else impossible
in curiosity, in fantasy, in obsession
hope, and maybe desperation


To see whilom friends and foe
or a fanciful stranger
who passes
into the irrecoverable eons
and only resides now
in fleeting seconds of thoughts

Sometimes to feel pity for them
most of the time to turns the pity to myself



by me