Yeah. They should have a 24-hour everything, including car repairs with a cafe.
Tis strange. I would usually be more of an ass than a dumbass, and perhaps I'm too tired and I wasn't paying attention - I drove right into the rear-side of a stationary truck, successfully shattering the left side-mirror in a split second. And the most wonderful part: the car suffered one, mind you, ONE single minor scratch at the corner of the mirror case. The impact was so loud it actually caught the attention of some passerbys. The cutest thing was, I was moving at 2-5 kmh (I am so serious).
Hmmmmmmm............ [LINE] I had a rather interesting conversation with Lars earlier on - and he's a firm believer of the Chinese almanac and the characteristics of those born in the different years.
He's been pondering about the coming Chinese New Year and how luck for those born in the Year of the Dragon would be affected. Apparently, come the Dog Year, it's gonna be mines everywhere for Dragons, and it seems not threading carefully bodes ill-fortune.
Now how much I would read into that I wouldn't say, but fact is, this year's supposed to be good. Yet, I've got bad moss gathering right till year-end. Perhaps turning to being wide awake would serve the days, and perhaps, the coming year well.
Double hmmmmmmmmm............... [LINE] I've been rather interested in the concept of healers lately, and wondered if I could be one.
The definition of healers are, of course, unclear in both ancient and modern interpretations. But in generic terms, as to my understanding, healers generally provide a sense of resolve to specific problems - like a tribe healer would be a medical doctor of sorts and a counscellor for the mind.
I'm not trying to argue and prove any point, but it seems - after several people have mentioned rather briefly that I could say the right things at the right time - I pondered about the vast possibilities that may attribute to such a situation: past experiences, people interaction, personality, character, and possibly even teachings. So for the last 6 months, I took my time to evaluate the possibilities, and it pointed to certain, unexplainable abilities that may have been at work.
Instance #01: A young Regular soldier ever approached me and so suddenly spoke of his dire financial situation at home - his mother was the sole bread winner, and his little brother had problems with school fees. They were evicted from their home and were almost out in the streets. He came to me, of all superiors, and just talked.
I didn't know what I said exactly, for after that, I did not see him thereafter for a period in time. But when I did see him again eventually, he told me things were going fine, and he thanked me.
Instance #02: I was alerted by a couple of drivers one night at the barracks, about this driver who perched himself precariously on the 5th level parapet of the block we stayed in.
When I put on my shirt and got to the stairwell, I saw him holding a half-empty bottle of hard liquor and seated right at the parapet. A small push, and he's off the building that's for sure.
When someone tried to approach him, he barked and waved that poor fellow off, visibly high and quite no nonsense about suicide. It's difficult to comprehend the anxiety at that point, but I just told everyone to leave us. I approached him slowly, and he wanted to wave me off too, until he finally saw me, he just calmed down. Perhaps it was rank, or perhaps I made friends with just about everyone around me.
I asked what he was doing, and his eyes just welled. My heart ached. And if I remember correctly, I told him straight in the face something to the effect of what he was doing wouldn't solve a single one of his worries. I held out my hand, and he grabbed it - I pulled him in, and we had a chat.
Couple months down the road, I met him at a bus terminal. He called me (by my rank, so cute), and acknowledged me, and thanked me profusely. I didn't know why, but things worked out for him I presumed.
Instance #03 I got to know a friend through teaching kids how to make proper videos. She was one of the administrative staff at the centre, and had been, as she confided, rather stale at the job.
We had a few brief conversations about interests and likes, and subsequently, my contract ended, and she ended hers to join an arts community. The last time I checked, she's got a good position, elated, happy, and definitely fulfilling at her new job.
So. If ideologies paved the way for new and exciting thoughts processes, that would have been easy to understand. But with un-rehearsed and untested idelogies to be applied, that would also be a little difficult to digest.
And where did a little magic go? [LINE] I'm getting a little distracted making this post with phone calls, smses and chat msgs. Think I'll fill up the next time.
A sudden thought dawned upon me: what if the 7 deadly sins were never written, would we commit any of them?
I posed this question to a theology (kinda) undergrad, and he asked me in return, "You think its cos they are there that we are tempted to commite them?" To which I replied, "Neither, it's just an honest question." Of which, he don't think we are.
My take, if it ain't there, who would commit them in the first place since there wouldn't be such consequences that precedes a pre-defined action. In other words, had music sharing/download not been outlawed, it wouldn't be illegal already.
And after all that carnage and bleeding, things have finally settled in - the family has begun picking up the pieces that have been, for a while now, been one of the more trying times that we don't quite deserve to be put through. Nursing the wounds were not easy - food were scarce and medication were somewhere making things quite muddy.
Good news is - the toothie aches are finally gone! And nobody needs to hear my grunting no more~! :wink: [LINE] Christmas this year had been interesting, save for not going to parties and celebrations, or crowd integration if I can put it that way. I got some cool gifts, and definitely lots of greetings! I'm a happy chap!
New Year's round the corner, no resolutions yet, although every year I make the same one! LOL.
A tale of 2 cities was spun into something of an epic dramatic sequence - I think we've had enough of NKF and peanuts. 5 days of non-stop NKF stories fronting all the papers - that's a real record breaker against MTV's Non-Stop Hits. Best part - the profiling of the parties involved stretched longer than that of our late ex-President. [LINE] Okay, looks like my NYE plan is washing right down the drain. Are there like any new brilliant ideas on NYE festivities that I can like...PARTICIPATE?! Your opinion counts and would be deeply appreciated! Best proposition wins - a date with yours truly! :wink: [LINE] 2 toothies gone, 2 more to go. Have this horrendous feeling its gonna be major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, major, pain. Yeah. I hate dental visits.
Ah well. The wounds are closing up, so I think that's a good thing. Beyond that, I'm now on semi-soft diet. That sucks man...watching people holding peanut pancakes and soft drinks. It's like...TAMADE...lau nua only. [LINE] Anyways, 3 times over the last 2 weeks, the trips to Sentosa were thrashed due to a variety of ridiculous reasons:
- Air-Con Maintenance?! - Lau Sai?! - WORK?!?!
People. Try something new man - like cabbage growth somewhere down there, or toe-nail paint fading. I gotta get back to the darn beaches soon!
"THE BOTTOM LINE Your deep feelings need to be addressed. Expose yourself emotionally and be heard.
IN DETAIL You're ready to tell it like it is, but is your audience ready to hear the real deal? It's certainly not an unfamiliar crossroads for you to find yourself at, and it's highly unlikely that you'll hold back this time. While your straightforwardness makes you a valuable asset, it may not make you incredibly popular right now. If you're concerned about keeping your fan base, engage your tolerant side before you decide what you're going to say." - Friendster Horoscope for today~!
Now what can I say to that?
I'm feeling darn anal about life at this moment. And I hate it when it reflects. HH, sorry if I don't wanna discuss more about it at this point.
I think we've become quite trained to imagine the possibles - and this was between 9 to 10pm~!
It's like...woohoo~!
This year's been quite a rough ride, but as much as I can remember, some new and interesting things did come along too. Anyhow, here are some firsts:
Sabrina with her new gifts in a photograph~! That's a first!
Angel with an underwear gift~! (2 to be exact) That's also a first!
Me with my yellow-T pressie~! That's definitely a first!
Thanks for all the pressies~! Love 'em all! Berry Merry! :wink: [LINE] Okay, this is just to show off:
My new red shoes from ma ohmomo~!
[LINE] Hope everyone's had a swinging good time~! For those who weren't happy with me for not showing up somewhere, thanks for the invites! But toothies got me quite tamed ha~ So bash me up another time - well...probably why they have Boxing Day after Christmas day eh?
Merry XMas all and look forward to the New Year! NYE06 Sentosa, I'm not passing you up!
Okay, this just in - the young of a mouse is "mickey" and that of an elephant is called "dumbo". Whatever happened to our Animal Farm?! Man...I cracked up when I heard that... :lol:
In anycase, my sis got me a fabulous white zipper top! Fab! Loved it! Couldn't resist it, especially after somebody commented that I finally look like a teenager! Maybe I got that part wrong, but that's at least what I thought I heard, so I took my own fab pics:
Oops! Sis did it again!
My arms couldn't stretch any further, so that's the max I can photograph :?
So how's everybody's Christmas preps coming along? Will post the good old greetings later yeah!
Yeah. The Impeccable ordeal of wisdom removal - that staunch inclined seat with that unforgiving search light hanging above... the rumbling of the sucking machine topped with an air of floss and the squeaky clean vibe.
And the soothing, monotone voice of the doctor makes the environment altogether rain-clouds on a sunny day.
Ok ok. Till this horrendous spinning in my head stops, I got to write the entire chain of event another day. As is, the physical pain was bearable, but as always, losing vitamin M over this is traumatising.
At least the toothache is gone, replaced by heartache. :?
Do you remember that One song that could make you cry, make you feel like the loneliest person in the world, that could move you till you ache? And it haunts you till you cannot comprehend why you feel this way or that, and you keep the song playing over and over till you fall or cry yourself to sleep?
There's this song, by Hole, that just refused to die. It's not an evergreen, it's not balladry. It's a memory.
If you get a chance to hear the song "Playing Your Song" by Hole (Track 11 on Celebrity Skin), don't be too surprised it points to the death of Kurt Cobain, hero of the 90s through Nirvana. Or at least that's my interpretation.
By the way, I was an unwilling Kurt-fan. And the memoribilia I hold...amazing. Worth thousands when I got them, now, probs worth zero. Mags to posters to unreleased CD albums. Yeah, I was a flowerboy for the 90s - or a rebel to be exact.
Dave Grohl would have gotten nowhere with Foo Fighters without Nirvana, that's for sure. And that's how it's been. Ripped. And Kurt himself, yeah well, attention-deficient.
So there you go. Gone are the days of Grunge. :cry:
I saw a reflection in the middle of last night and this brilliant idea dawned on me - take a picture, and keep taking it. For all its worth, be it I'm ugly, outta shape, cool, cute, horrific, charming, I gotta take that ONE picture.
For I suddenly fear death in this good earth, in god's country. [LINE] There was this song that took me some time to put together long time back - it was written and composed by Mario, but I kinda twisted the song a little bit and it just fell in place for me. You can download the song here http://studiobaby.sg/media/Pr...
It wasn't like some great song, but it kinda exuberated what I'm feeling now, in terms of the vibes.
And since Christmas is round the corner, why not put this song in your media player? http://studiobaby.sg/media/Su... Stars David from the band Electrico.
Okay. I busted my limit on picture uploads with Friendster... and this never ending project is really pulling me way back into oblivion over time to manage new pictures... and a hundred plus of them for the third part of the Chronicles. Geez.
In any case, we took like tons of dumb images, some silly, but some incredibly amazing! This is what I have managed so far at this point:
That typical Boyband shot.
Self-indulgent shot.
I love this one! Thanks Alan!
So yeah. There you go! [LINE] I'm beat, but I'm like still at it at 5AM in the morning. I sure hope I can grab some winks soon cos the coffee ain't working no more.
Been an incredibly slow week - was so caught up in the last couple of days with a project that has been dragging so indefinitely. Good thing it'll be a home run by Friday.
And then, there was Lost. I covered the entire first season over Sunday and Monday till the eyes nearly popped. Gracious - if there was a more engrossing drama, I cannot imagine my devotion.
I guess that's as far as I got to being on Holiday-Indefinite. I should be doing something more constructive soon before I turn to stone.
Hope you have a laugh, but this is what happens to people who get too exhibitionist in front of me! Ha~! [LINE] And this, is the happy face of the month!
:wink:
[LINE] Now, to think yesterday's ordeal was bad, wait till you hear this one: we were done at Siloso Beach and headed back to Harborfront right, having lunch at the hawker center right, than this gal appeared right, and she was selling pens, presumedly for charity right. I saw the box of pens she was carrying right, and saw she got this limping right, then I look back at the box right, the original price was $1.20 a pen right, but that price was scratched, and an $1.80 was written over it!
Then right, I kindly told her I don't want any right, then she look at me with one kind of upset face right, and she glared at me right, then she did this lizard call leh! Fwah lau! Tu lanz right?!
Then when she limped off, I decided to take pictures of her to have all you good cyberfolks to seriously think about being charitable or not:
She approaches with a limp, and shoves the box in your face
If you don't respond, she hangs around. Seen here, this striped shirt uncle went on with his lunch and a chat with one of the stall holders. And she just stands there waiting for a response.
Until she spots another potential customer, she won't budge. Here, someone else is about to sit down for lunch in the background.
I am totally open to charitable causes, I'm even prepared to give a little more if the cause is just and if I am able to, but upon her attitude, and mind you, she ain't the first one, I'm just very hurt that I work hard for my money and don't need no pens, and if I don't buy a pen, I'm being an ass.
I mean... What's the logic?
Nonetheless, the skies finally opened up and poured. It's gonna be a beautiful day tomorrow! That's all for today folks!
The latest trend seems to climb towards individuality - presentation, style, charisma; the list goes on but somehow still reflects a state of limbo - humans are just plain selfish.
Not that I have any objections, and neither is the following incident any relation to that:
I was out with my sis to the IKEA store for a little window shopping. Nothing much happened there till we exited the car park, where a family drama took place. Earlier on, prior to leaving the store, I had a smoke outside, and noticed this family of 4 packing their purchases at the entrance. And by the time I was done and exited the car park, that same family held up the traffic at the exit. I saw the husband pick up a pouch in the middle of the road and (eat this) threw it at the wife with a toddler in arm. She caught it, and promptly threw it back at the husband, mouthing (presumedly) some nasties at him.
The pouch then landed at the wheel of a 4WD, with the driver obviously stunned at the commotion. Both incoming and outgoing traffic to the car park came to a standstill as the drivers were afraid to run any of the family down.
The husband picked up the pouch again, screamed (presumedly) some curses, held up the purchases, and started in the opposite direction along the pathway. The wife continued her yacking with the toddler in arms, with a 3 year old tagging behind. The driver of the 4WD had a look of disbelief on his face, and both my sister and myself were - stunned. That's the only word I could find. And according to her, the wife threw the pouch at the husband first.
To begin with, I wanted to take a picture of the scene. But being on the slope up and out the carpark didn't quite help. I think it is just outright ridiculous that good folks opt to pick a fight in public, and totally ignorant to pick a fight right in front of the kids.
I felt completely exhausted to relate my horror simply because I don't think I comprehend the logic, or the emotional breakpoint of the human trigger. And the best part, others are inevitably involved - like the good drivers who refused to budge to prevent any accidents, and good old folks like my sis and me whom are marred pyschologically to an event so unfortunate.
If there is one lifetime to choose to live, this one would still be it simply because it is so full of violence that I see beauty in imperfections, and most of all, kindness.
But for all its worth, please: love the kids. They don't deserve this, like I don't deserve to be forced to witness family squabbles in full view involving knives and threats.
One last notion: love love, not pretend to. [LINE] Messages:
Inch - thanks for remembering and the email, been trying to write back but the mails kept bouncing back. If you read this, please email me again. Best bet, add me in Friendster and you can PM me there.
Jean - I'm extremely exhausted. Please be back soon, need your evaluation on my current predicament. Missing you hippo.
All the rest, stay healthy and positive. I feel a tide coming. :wink:
Someone told me lately that there's been some rather interesting readers of my blogs. Here's a big hello to you~! Just hope that all I've posted aren't too extreme and indigestible for your reading! Thanks! Leave me a note :D Add me on friendster! :wink: Keep in touch! There's this lifetime only! :lol: [LINE] I've been thinking of late: like I've always been thinking - much like Aristotle in his robe at dawn on a marble bench glaring at the setting moon and the rising sun - about myself. I'm looking so forward to consoling myself over the passing of... I don't think I know what I'm typing.
Been trying to surround myself with people lately. I'm so afraid to lose touch of myself, and I thought the solution was to be in touch with people in touch with me.
I guess it ain't working.
Sleep cyberspace! Islanders on the roll soon! :wink:
I've made consecutive posts within the last 24 hours - guess it's enough to fill you good cyberspacemen in a bit on what's happening. Just to get something off my chest: when all that's good become the norm, it'll soon disappear.
I was pondering about something that was said to me which triggered my thoughts: of flambouyant fashion accessories to expensive IT gadgets, all these could have been exchanged for many things that children around the world could have benefitted from - at survival level.
I'm not against the living of the "good-life", but if its to take a step back from it, perhaps many others could live.
Then again, blindness takes the form of being in a different environment - the way things are built and done, the coagulation of material things or survival necessasities on the extreme ends makes a different person altogether.
There's a report in the Straits Times today - 2 girls with the highest score achieved in their PSLE opted for 2 very different education advancements; one was "gunning" for a top school, another, a neighborhood one. The former was the daughter of a pair of pretty successful parents, the latter that of 2 very humble blue-collars.
The writer was hoping that more encouragement, subsidies and help be given to those who are humbly opting for lower education costs even though they excel in this aspect.
(I don't intend to misquote, but that has been my interpretation)
But no matter how many illustrations are given, the different strata of our socio-economical structure cannot be made amalgam. Where there is a man, another is stronger or weaker. Where there is an employer, there will be an employee and vice versa.
So who do you love? Yourself, or the world? Then again, who would you love - you or the world. Parallel: why do you care?
I also find it quite queer when people who participate in social and welfare work at an international level to subject themselves heavily into it, when we have our own lesser fortunate and abandoned. Perhaps our countrymen aren't as bad, and those in other countries are worse off. My take: if you can't take your next door lonely elderly as human, then how humane are you.
Ever since my grandmother passed on, I've never once done social or welfare work after that. I admit I beared a grudge against her - she had my mother at her mercy when she first stepped into the family, consistently being put down with her obligations and contributions to the family in general. I hated her, and pratically gave her no respect and had zero tolerance for her words and actions.
Till she became sick, I crawled with my emotions. I was somewhat indifferent till her death many years ago. And in her final days, she showered my mother with all the love she knew was too late. Yet, my mother remained opened to her, at her beck and call, even when her movement became restricted.
She once fell from her portable toilet in the room in the wee hours of the morning - all the dirt spilled across the room and my mother and sisters cleaned her up without a single complaint, murmur, or curse. They were in fact concerned.
Then it happened - she passed away. I was on the way home from school and just walked right into the funeral. Nobody said a thing for they were worried I couldn't concentrate on my books.
I cried for that very first time for my grandma.
Ever since then, I've always thought that if I failed to commit myself to my loved ones, in what mental and ethical capacity am I to help any others. Mind you, not that I don't care, but I care more. It's been a long and painful lesson.
And this adds on to the fact that whenever someone sells a charity ticket without knowing who or what the charity is or does, I never bother to make that donation. Show some heart please, or don't do it at all.
Perhaps you may think this is heartless. But think again, how much more heart do you have?
