Euphoric Paradize

2007-10-10T22:18:00.000+08:00

I dreamt I flew. It was beautiful.

2007-07-22T23:15:00.000+08:00

And so the little boy frowned upon the choice words of reprimand and chide, belittling him. But funnily enough, he WAS a little boy; why should these words hurt him so? Never once had they, for he was tolerant and took them in stride. "Words make me grow," so he said, but not this time. Infuriated by the piteous quotes of those condescending voices, the little boy wondered aloud his persistence of his actions and seemingly indestructible faith. "Blind as a bat," a nagging voice murmurs in his head, "blind faith, blind loyalty, blind lo-" The little boy shut the voice out by clamming the sides of his head with trembling hands. He did not want to hear any more of the Voices. "What's wrong with persistence? After all, there's still hope, no?" The little boy quipped. Booming voices of incredulity and exasperation smothered the little boy, and he cowered in a corner. They scream ever louder and frequent: "No chance, no hope, nothing!"

The little boy pulled the covers over him and longed for safe warm arms but the Voices rang, and there was no comfort for the night.

2007-07-14T22:52:00.000+08:00

I love my camera, and I love my 50mm lens.

Mmmm.

I think I prefer photoblogging; it better encapsulates what's happening in my life.

Of flowers, a tree and small name tags

2007-05-25T23:13:00.000+08:00

In a small town filled with children, there was a park. And in this park, there were many, many flowers. In fact, the park was just filled with flowers; various shapes, sizes and colours. Some flowers had little tags with names on them. The children put them there, calling a respective flower their own. Some of the flowers had special abilities. Some sang, some danced. Some even changed in cilour in an instant. The children were all very proud of their flowers and would show them off with each other. The flowers, in turn, felt respected and very much larger than life for they had owners who would willingly show them around, care for them and love them. And all was quite good. In the small town filled with children, there was a park. And in this park, there was a tree. A small, weak tree. It barely had any leaves left, and it's branches were spindly and dry. The tree sighed. Each sigh was painful, for its trunk and braches creaked with the heavy exhalation. As the tree slumped, another leaf dislodged itself from its branch and floated to the ground. The tree gasped in disbelief and tried to grab the falling leaf, but as it stretched its branches, they snapped and hung limply. The tree wanted to cry out in pain, but had hardly any strength left to do so. Instead, the tree watched the falling leaf sadly. Only one leaf remained. The leaf was not large, but it was healthy and well. The tree heaved a deep breath. It summoned up the last of its strength and curled its branches around the leaf, shielding it from the environment. The tree gazed at the leaf. A small, pink note, a tag, dangled at the tip of the leaf. A little girl's handwriting. But the ink was fading, and the branches too weak to hold the leaf up for long.

In the small town filled with children, there was a park. And in this park, a single tree lived among many flowers.

2007-03-03T10:58:00.001+08:00

Mmmm! Daft Punk!

Yum yum!

On Love - Kahlil Gibran

2007-03-02T21:11:00.000+08:00

On Love

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed.
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it find you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with a gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and song of praise upon your lips.

The Prophet Kahlil Gibran

On Joy and Sorrow - Kahlil Gibran

2007-03-01T18:04:00.000+08:00

On Joy and Sorrow

Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

The Prophet Kahlil Gibran

2007-02-21T18:35:00.000+08:00

"Shawn, it's nobody's fault. Life can really throw a spanner in the works sometimes..."

i'm sorry i'm putting you through all these.

2007-02-12T21:39:00.000+08:00

Today on the train home, this lady sat beside me.

She was eating gum. Very fucking noisily.

Schulp schulp schulp schulp.

Fuck.

My train ride is about 35 minutes.

2007-02-10T22:19:00.000+08:00

This goes to everyone who ever doubted me, or threw knives of spite behind my back.

BACK AT YOU! HA!

2007-02-07T20:53:00.000+08:00

Everyone's afraid. The jitters are setting in.

Hmm.

2007-02-04T21:57:00.000+08:00

Meanwhile on the other side of town,
I see a boy laying in bed.
The boy had his eyes wide open,
Black rings around them,
Red-rimmed too.

I look into the boy's eyes.
I see nothing but a blur.
A silvery swirl of nothingness.
But as I looked closer,
I see everything he sees,
Hear everything he hears,
Felt everything he felt.
Not just his alone...

But everybody else's.

I see the boy trying to shut everything out by closing his eyes.
I hear the swirl getting louder and louder.
I see the boy having a hard time breathing.
And before I knew it...

I'm exhausted.

2007-01-28T22:39:00.000+08:00

Well well.

The internet is finally (almost) back to it's usual speed...
Got my wireless hooked up. Finally. Now the mac is independent.
So I'm currently using the compaq. windows. urgh.

Now...
The past few weeks have been rather busy, with work for Mrs Crothers.
Organising programmes for IMH soon.

My Ares has been on overload these few days too.
Lots of movies streaming in.

My sleepless nights are coming back.

2007-01-22T22:19:00.001+08:00

The internet is so slow, it's not funny.

2007-01-21T20:24:00.000+08:00

It was a clear sign of regret; those hunched shoulders, pained breaths, occasional sighs... The Little Boy knew. He knew it wasn't meant to be. He knew that even if he tried his hardest to hold on to what he wanted, he would still fail. He felt worthless, maybe a little cheated. It wasn't the Tangibles that gave the sour loss, but the mere disregard of his intentions that hurt the most.

Ironically, he knew it would hurt. But why would he still continue his futile pursuit?

The Little Boy wanted something in return. An acknowledgment; a sign to tell him that it's all worth it. Maybe a little more. At least a response. An honest, unhurried, sincere response. Something to warm that tummy of his.

The Little Boy shook his head in disgust. He felt sick to his stomach. He knew he was just being selfish and pathetic. He knew all his doing was just to get things going his way. For once. Just for once. Undoubtedly they did not. A sour taste in his mouth... was it bile?

No, he did NOT want to be selfish and pathetic. He knew all good needs no return. It's the heart that gives, not the hand. But this haunting echo in the deep dark crevice of his mind yanked his consciousness back on track. Desire was gnawing at him. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad. Every time he reached out to it, he felt like he had taken a step forward and two giant steps back. Every time he did, it hurt. Like taking a pacifier away from a toddler. But instead of wailing, The Little Boy swallowed it all with a straight face.

How long can he keep this going without cracking up?

2007-01-20T12:45:00.000+08:00

It's a slow revelation, but you're almost there.

2007-01-17T22:18:00.000+08:00

Today SMRT decided not to provide me with student concession anymore.

No more 45-cent bus and train rides anymore.

2007-01-13T21:03:00.000+08:00

The Little Boy was led into a garden. It was filled with strange-looking flowers. Flowers which seem not to belong. But they are, after all, flowers. They looked, smelled and felt different. But they are flowers. He could not put his finger on the issue which intrigued him so much. A flower had only 2 petals. Another had no smell. Another felt coarse and rough. Another looked so fragile, the slightest breeze will upend it.

The Little Boy sat down among the flowers. The uneasiness had faded away. The flowers were beautiful. He stroked one of the petals of this particular flower. This flower seemed to be sagging with age. To his surprise, it felt warm to the touch. As his thumb ran along the petal, the stalk of the flower appeared to be filling up, engorging in size and straightening itself, as though life was coursing through its veins. He smiled. He was glad the flower looked better now. He pranced forward, ripping up the weeds which seemed to encompass the entire garden. Dirty weeds. Weeds which trap and hinder growth. He ripped them off. Almost immediately, the flowers' petals unfurled to their full glory. The petals were not aesthetically perfect; some had holes in them, some had fuzzy mold on them. But they were unfurled. They were in bloom. The Little Boy felt satisfied. The warmth emitting from the flowers felt like a quilt pulled over him. It felt good.

It was time to leave. He extricated himself from the garden with difficulty; a flower was wrapped around his wrist. It did not want to let go. He tugged slightly, but to no avail. He tugged even harder, this time the flower did let go. But it started to wilt. The colour in it's petals seem to fade. The Little Boy saw that, and was suddenly afraid. He did not want to see the rest of the garden, for he knew the other flowers were doing the same thing. He shut his eyes. He could feel them. The warm atmosphere dissipated with the cold breeze.

The Little Boy was taking step by painful step away from the garden. He tried not to look back. But instead, he muttered.

I'll be back.

2007-01-12T22:21:00.000+08:00

I think I'm doing a great disservice to you.
You never seem to have time to receive.

2007-01-10T10:18:00.000+08:00

Incredible.

I'm so dependent on my handphone nowadays that I can't focus on anything else except wait for that tinkle of a ringtone to arrive.

And whenever a new message arrives, my eyes will dart to wherever my handphone and widen in utmost concentration, as if willing the handphone to float and zoom into my outstretched palm.

Then I'll mutter "please please please please please please please" while taking large strides to my handphone, possibly knocking everything that stood in my way.

So strange.

2007-01-09T21:35:00.000+08:00

I'm breaking out, the skin around my nails are peeling, my lips are exfoliating, my blood pressure in on a constant high whichever the activity, I can't get to sleep, when I finally do I dream strange dreams which feel almost real.

And I'm getting frustrated.

And I need a drink.

Oh, I think Mrs Crothers is brilliant, as always.

"Meanwhile, on the other side of town..."

2007-01-09T08:20:00.000+08:00

I want to get my hands on LSD.

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The effects can vary greatly depending on factors such as previous experiences, state of mind and environment, as well as dose strength. Generally, LSD causes expansion and altered experience of senses, emotions, memories, time, and awareness for 6 to 14 hours, depending on dosage and tolerance. In addition, LSD may produce visual effects such as moving geometric patterns, brilliant colors and "trails" behind moving objects. LSD does not produce hallucinations in the strict sense, but instead illusions and vivid daydream-like fantasies, in which ordinary objects and experiences take on entirely different appearances or meanings. At higher doses it can cause synesthesia and other major cognitive shifts. An LSD trip can have long term psychoemotional effects; some users cite the LSD experience as causing significant changes in their personality and life perspective.
______________________

This is from wikipedia.

Sounds like fun.

2007-01-06T21:11:00.000+08:00

I've wasted copious amounts of time convincing myself of a blatant lie.
This is a facade put on long enough.
Being cowardice and afraid all the time has taken its toll on me.
But you know I'm not ready to confront it.

I feel that I will never be.

Lie long enough and you will never be.

2007-01-05T22:17:00.000+08:00

The Little Boy often felt that the ones closest to him least understood him. They form their own ideas and speculations about him, created a pseudo-livelihood for their own memories' sakes. They molded a whole new life of him.

But it was not his.

The Little Boy felt distant.
They felt distant.
They once said "We hardly understand you!"
But he could not help it.
He tried to tell them.
Tried to tell them everything.

But they refused to listen.

Sometimes The Little Boy felt angry.
He felt hurt that they did not understand.
But he felt that they were not to blame.
He cussed at himself for being weak,
For not being able to stand up.
But now it was too late.

He'll just live it by.

2007-01-03T09:56:00.000+08:00

The Little Boy had a hard time sleeping of late.
Something(or someone) was persistently trapped in the crevices of his subconscious.
He tossed and turned, hoping get into a comfortable spot on his bed, but to no avail.
The thought was there.
There was no denying it.
He tried shoving the thought out.
Sometimes it drove him into agitation.
Not that he did not want to think about it.
But it was ruining his sleep.

Strangely, he was smiling throughout.
He was almost grateful for the moment.

2007-01-01T20:15:00.000+08:00

The Little Boy and The Catherine Wheel - Prologue

In the small town of Foxburrow, amongst the lush pine trees and velvet meadows lies the Crestvale cottage. It was one the few residences dotting the otherwise untouched, pristine countryside. Good, clean and proper it was too and the Crestvales, along with their good, clean and proper neighbours, would keep it that way.

Out of all the strict, no-nonsense and absolutely none of that wishy-washy business and regular ongoings of the residences of Foxburrow, there was Little Boy Crestvale. He was in every way your normal little boy. He had a few good friends who played ball with him although he was not a very proficient player himself, enjoyed going to the village school where he learned writing and reading and math, and hangs out in the village square where every kid does; a television.

It was an amazing thing, that is. A large box filled with light and people in it. Sometimes there were animals and trees and rivers. Other times there were airplanes and explosions and people dying. But Little Boy loved the man with the moustache and cane and walked funny. Charlie Chaplin, they called him. Always made him laugh. It was a whole new world in the television. A strange box filled with wondrous things. When Little Boy asked the adults how did things appear in the box, they would reply rather hastily; something about everything in the box controlled by a team of great and powerful people who built these boxes. Like puppets. They have all sorts of things, from little airplanes to little people who work tirelessly all day to appear in the boxes whenever someone turned the television on.

Many would say that Little Boy Crestvale was a nice, well, little boy. He would always say his pleases and thank yous, and would always speak with such politeness and kept a relatively civil tongue when engaging in conversations with adults (Yeah, in front of the blimin' adults, that is! Clifford Baker, one of Little Boy's friends would exclaim). Mrs Minerva loved Little Boy exceptionally so, for she bore no children herself, she would always regard Little Boy Crestvale as her own. In fact, he was not the only child Mrs Minerva adored; it seemed that a small handful of Foxburrow children would inexplicably flock to her tiny cottage at the edge of the village, just before the Forest. They would spend three, four, even five hours cooped up in that cottage of hers, much to their parents' dismay. The grownups would rather have their offspring rough it outdoors and be prepared for the world out there instead of wasting their youth in that seemingly friendly, pink-roofed Minerva cottage.

The people of Foxburrow were extremely strict on social discipline and were also very intolerable of anything out of the ordinary. Anything of anyone lacking in normalcy was dealt with swiftly and simply; expulsion into the Forest or the gallows. Unlike the other towns which have higher authorities such as policemen or sheriffs to enforce security, Foxburrow residences prefer to create their own set of regulations which they expect all to conform to and comply without question. Appeals for leniency rarely passed. Not since the infamous scandal between Mr Spencer's teenage daughter Mary Anne and the young merchant from beyond the Forest arrived into town in the dead of the night for several months behind Mr Spencer's back. Mr Spencer was searching for his milking can when he saw the two bodies entwined and soundly asleep on the hay with content and peace on their faces, that is of course until Mr Spencer flew into a blind rage, locking Mary Anne in the house and chaining the poor lad to a pole in the middle of Main Street. The entire town was gathered to decide the outcome of the young merchant. After much debate and intricate consideration, the town's decision was unanimous.

There was much revelry and satisfaction all around.

When night fell, the creatures of the dark scrambled out in a mad rush for the feast. It was a godsend. Apart from the inedible multi-coloured fibres adorning the body, the rest of the it was. Even the bones were missing.

Thankfully, the people of Foxburrow have long forgotten about that fateful incident. Five years on, and they spoke naught about it. Of course, young Mary Anne was distraught. Her incessant screams of injustice and nights of crying had driven the poor girl to the brink of insanity. Greatly saddened by the utterly pitiful state of his daughter's mental health(and more because he was ashamed of having a possessed girl for a daughter), Mr Spencer had locked her in the attic of his house, cutting a tiny hole through the bottom of the triple-latched door where he pushed meals through. Besides gazing out of the sealed window, there was nothing much left to do. Time had robbed Mary Anne of her youthful charm and elegant beauty that many of the townsfolk once praised, reducing her into a frail and sickly shell, the light in her eyes ebbed to nothing more than an eerie emptiness.

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It was morning once more. Dewdrops glistened in the rays of dawn. Little Boy was just waking up. Through the dusty, grimy window, Mary Anne was watching with cold eyes.

2007-01-01T17:55:00.000+08:00

Perhaps I should just let it go.

So many times I tell myself...
"Hey boy, you are not a fighter. Then why do you still persist and hurt yourself?"
But then I realise that I'm not fighting.

I'm just surviving.

Then sooner or later I ponder a little harder...
"Hmm, I can get what I want if I am a little braver, or perhaps stand my ground and not give in."
But I'd soon realise AGAIN,
That I'm not a fighter.

I can't and never will be. I can't fight for what I hold dear. I can't hold on to the things I desire the most.

Inevitably, I'd let everything slip through my fingers, and I'll comfort (or deny) myself by whispering in my own ear.

"It's alright... You don't need it. You can always find something/someone/somewhere else. Don't cry."

Maybe I should just realise, once and for bloody all, that I'll never find it.

Because I don't fight for it.

2007-01-01T17:46:00.000+08:00

The story of The Little Boy and The Catherine Wheel will continue.

2006-12-30T17:09:00.000+08:00

Truth is a pathless land. Man cannot come to it through any organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind, through observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection. Man has built in himself images as a fence of security; religious, political, personal. These manifest as symbols, ideas, beliefs. The burden of these images dominates man's thinking, his relationships, and his daily life. These images are the causes of our problems for they divide man from man. His perception of life is shaped by the concepts already established in his mind. The content of his consciousness is his entire existence. This content is common to all humanity. The individuality is the name, the form and superficial culture he acquires from tradition and environment. The uniqueness of man does not lie in the superficial but in complete freedom from the content of his consciousness, which is common to all mankind. So he is not an individual.

Freedom is not a reaction; freedom is not a choice. It is man's pretense that because he has choice he is free. Freedom is pure observation without direction, without fear of punishment and reward. Freedom is without motive; freedom is not at the end of the evolution of man but lies in the first step of his existence. In observation one begins to discover the lack of freedom. Freedom is found in the choiceless awareness of our daily existence and activity.

Thought is time. Thought is born of experience and knowledge, which are inseparable from time and the past. Time is the psychological enemy of man. Our action is based on knowledge and therefore time, so man is always a slave to the past. Thought is ever-limited and so we live in constant conflict and struggle. There is no psychological evolution.
When man becomes aware of the movement of his own thoughts, he will see the division between the thinker and thought, the observer and the observed, the experiencer and the experience. He will discover that this division is an illusion. Then only is there pure observation which is insight without any shadow of the past or of time. This timeless insight brings about a deep, radical mutation in the mind.

Total negation is the essence of the positive. When there is negation of all those things that thought has brought about psychologically, only then is there love, which is compassion and intelligence.

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J. Krishnamurti

2006-12-29T15:54:00.000+08:00

You are seated and reading this right now. You are perceiving the information traveling into your brain as correct. You are receptive to the world around you as you may as long as time shall permit. You are living.

But are you?

You see, hear, smell, taste and feel.

But do you?

Do you really?

Let's imagine a situation. You wake up, feeling groggy and all, wishing a few more moments of slumber will suit you just fine. You drag yourself up and head to the washroom. You look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see? Yes, you see your own face, the same one you've been accustomed to seeing for the past years. But who is it that you see in the mirror? Is it really you?

After washing up, you head for breakfast. You greet your loved ones a good morning. But do you? You drink that tall glass of milk. Are you really tasting it, feeling it's smooth texture, discovering that fresh milk smelled strangely like freshly-cut grass? Or have you just been drinking it for the sake of drinking it?

You go to school. While walking rather hastily, you felt for your wallet in your back pocket but it was not there. Then someone tapped you on the shoulder and hands it back to you, saying that you dropped it. You say thank you.

But do you really?

If perception was worth it's weight in gold, then it will be priceless. Each and every one of us are blessed with emotions and the ability to perceive the world with our senses. We are very blessed with beauty around us; beauty found in the simplest of things. The first ray of dawn. The evening sun. A full moon. A clear night. Stars. Dewdrops. A smile. A firm handshake.

With so much to really See, why can't we all?

2006-12-24T15:43:00.000+08:00

Please remember to read the Instruction Carefully.

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!
4. Tag 5 people at their tagboard to ask them to do this!
5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.

How are you feeling today?
Senses - Lacrimosa

Will you get far in life?
For The Reunion - Nobuo Uematsu

How do your friends see you?
Bedshaped - Keane

Will you get married?
Divinity - Nobuo Uemtasu

What is your best friends' theme song?
Ave Maria - Andrea Bocelli

What is the story of your life?
It's So Easy - Buddy Holly

What was your primary school like?
Matrix Theme (Instrumental)

How can you get ahead of life?
Evil Returns - Shirou Hamaguchi

What is the best thing about your friends?
No One's Gonna Love You Like Me - Mary McBride

What is in store for this weekend?
Brokeback Mountain Theme Orchestrated

What songs describe you?
Love That Will Never Grow Old - Bernie Taupin

To describe your grandparents.
Jenova - The Black Mages

How is your life going?
Our Truth - Lacuna Coil

What song will they play at your funeral?
Sleeping Sun - Nightwish

How does the world see you?
Nurse Whistle - Kill Bill

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so random, so ridiculous.
Thanks Karthik! haha

2006-12-22T10:32:00.000+08:00

Robots could demand legal rights

In Pictures: Robot menagerie

Robots could one day demand the same citizen's rights as humans, according to a study by the British government.

If granted, countries would be obliged to provide social benefits including housing and even "robo-healthcare", the report says.

The predictions are contained in nearly 250 papers that look ahead at developments over the next 50 years.

Other papers, or "scans", examine the future of space flight and methods to dramatically lengthen life spans.

"We're not in the business of predicting the future, but we do need to explore the broadest range of different possibilities to help ensure government is prepared in the long-term and considers issues across the spectrum in its planning," said Sir David King, the government's chief scientific adviser.

"The scans are aimed at stimulating debate and critical discussion to enhance government's short and long term policy and strategy."

Robot rights

The research was commissioned by the UK Office of Science and Innovation's Horizon Scanning Centre.

The 246 summary papers, called the Sigma and Delta scans, were complied by futures researchers, Outsights-Ipsos Mori partnership and the US-based Institute for the Future (IFTF).

The reports also explored the future of manned space flight

The papers look forward at emerging trends in science, health and technology.

The scans explore a diverse range of areas from the future of the gulf stream and the economic rise of India, to developments in nanotechnology and the threat posed by HIV/Aids.

As well as assessing the current state of thinking the research also examines the possible implications for society.

The paper which addresses Robo-rights, titled Utopian dream or rise of the machines? examines the developments in artificial intelligence and how this may impact on law and politics.

The paper says a "monumental shift" could occur if robots develop to the point where they can reproduce, improve themselves or develop artificial intelligence.

The research suggests that at some point in the next 20 to 50 years robots could be granted rights.

If this happened, the report says, the robots would have certain responsibilities such as voting, the obligation to pay taxes, and perhaps serving compulsory military service.

Conversely, society would also have a duty of care to their new digital citizens, the report says.

It also warns that the rise of robots could put a strain on resources and the environment.

"These scans are tools for government to identify risks and opportunities in the future," said Sir David.

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Sounds like a potential Apocalypse moment.

2006-12-22T10:14:00.000+08:00

BBC

Title of Harry Potter 7 revealed

JK Rowling has amassed a £540m fortune from writing

Author JK Rowling has revealed the title of the seventh and final Harry Potter book.

It will be called Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The announcement was made on the writer's official website.

Despite the publication date not being known, the book is tipped to be a big seller, like the rest in the series.

Speculation about the plot has surrounded the book after Rowling admitted two characters will die - some think it could be Harry Potter himself.

'Elated and overwrought'

The title has certainly got some fans excited.

Harry, 13, from Leicestershire emailed BBC Newsround and said: "It sounds interesting, but a bit sinister."

Book chain Waterstone's children's buyer, Sam Harrison, said the announcement had been greeted with "huge excitement" among Potter fans.

"This is a wonderfully intriguing and ominous title, with all the sense of magic and adventure that any true Potter fan has come to love and expect," Harrison added.

I'm now writing scenes that have been planned, in some cases, for a dozen years or even more

JK Rowling

The last book, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, broke UK records by shifting just over two million copies on its first day of release.

Sales of all Harry Potter titles now total more than 52 million worldwide.

This week Rowling revealed how she has gone back to writing in cafes - as she did 13 years ago when starting to write about the boy wizard.

She has also admitted how she has been dreaming of the character.

Writing on her website she described it as an "epic dream" where she was Harry and the narrator simultaneously.

THE HARRY POTTER SERIES

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in the US)

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

In a recent web posting, she said she has been working hard on the last book.

"I'm now writing scenes that have been planned, in some cases, for a dozen years or even more," she said.

She also described feeling "alternately elated and overwrought" at writing it and joked she cannot decide if she wants to finish it or not.

The first four novels in the series have been turned into films, while the fifth, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, is currently in production and is due for release in July 2007.

Helena Bonham Carter joins the cast as the evil Bellatrix Lestrange and Imelda Staunton will play the part of dark arts teacher Dolores Umbridge.

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What can I say? I'm a fanboy. =)

2006-12-18T16:17:00.000+08:00

I'm all of a muddle lately.

~breaks into song~

Muddle muddle
This fresh puddle
Sploshed in something new.

Muddle muddle
This funny puddle
Didn't know what to do.

Muddle muddle
This strange puddle
Had someone trodden on him and
Had no clue who.

Muddle muddle
Now look at this puddle
What has he gotten himself into.

Muddle muddle
Silly ol' puddle
You think you'll pull through?

2006-12-16T12:56:00.000+08:00

The Banana Guard

You know the feeling, just when you fancy eating that banana you've been carrying around, you dig it out from the bottom of your bag to discover it looks like it has gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson.
How many times have you taken your banana to work or school only to find it transformed into a black inedible mess?
Only hours before your banana was perfect, now it is just fit for the bin.

How can you stop this happening to you again?
Transport your banana in a BananaGuard and never throw your banana away again.

This sturdy plastic case is designed to fit the majority of bananas.
Comes in 9 Fantastic Colours.
Easy Snap/Click opening and closing action.
Dishwasher Safe.
Great for use in:
- Rucksacks
- School Bags
- Briefcases
- Golf Bags
- Or even on its own with the aid of our BananaGuard Holster (Coming Soon).
Ideal for use by all the family.
Makes a great gift for banana lovers everywhere.

The BananaGuard is also great for keeping the inside of your bag free from "Banana Mush". No more messy jackets or books to clean.

Keep Britain tidy and take your banana skin home in your BananaGuard.

We Brits love our bananas. Yearly consumption in the UK currently stands at 13kg a head. Considering the population is around 60 million, thats a lot of bananas. Not surprising really as bananas are very good for you. Packed with energy, fibre and vitamins. Rich in potassium and low in calories.

Its time you returned the favour and took more care of your banana.

Other items that fit into a BananaGuard:

Grapes & any other small soft fruits
Cherry Tomatoes
6 Cream Eggs (Useful for posting to Australia)
Toothpaste & Toothbrush whilst Trekking

The BananaGuard currently comes in 9 colours, available online:

Ravishing Red
Outrageous Orange
Mellow Yellow
Sublime Green
Skyhigh Blue
DeepSea Blue
Passionate Purple
Pretty in Pink
Glow in the Dark

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i found this on a website. www.bananaguard-uk.com

2006-12-15T16:16:00.000+08:00

'This world enforced its bitter truths on me and made me a slave to them.
And so, with the knowledge my life has so far blessed me with, I will be a happy slave.
I will sing and dance to the songs of the oppressors of the world and make them my own.
I will not call for the chariots to swing low, but for my guardians to carry me above it all.
I will not let any weaken me, control me, oppress me, belittle me, or confuse me.
I see more clearly now.
I was blind suffocated by the pain of my thoughts.
I wished for escape, so drowned myself in tears, I was deceased.
Thoughts and visions of death plagued my thoughts.
But whilst I’ll still shed tears, I am now reborn
Baptised by my tears, which are blessed, and should not be misused again.
Now, I crawl above the reality which threatens me.
Where there is no place for me I will create one.
Hold my own.
Never again will I let my kindness be taken for weakness.
I cannot stop others from underestimating me but I can stop underestimating myself.
Instead I will stand tall in all I do.
Proud and victorious, I refuse to lose.
I refuse to be a victim of greed, jealousy, and envy.
A slave to my own dark thoughts; no more.
And the snakes in the grass, those who’s mere negativity can bring out that sorrow;
I will actively fight against.
I will be a soldier, and my guardians or whatever is bigger than me in spirit, that lifting force that comes with things such as love will be my army.
My mistakes will be blessings and I will embrace the lessons they teach me shamelessly in the knowledge that I have followed my heart for I know that it is good.
It has been witness to my struggles and for that it is strong.
It has loved and trusted many, and been hurt as a result, but no more.
The scars my body bear are my strength.
They document my life.
All this will replace the hurt that once existed.
I will be knocked again, and I will stand again, faster, and taller than I stood before.
I will live the dream, not dream the life.
I will treat my body as my temple.
My feet, my hands, my legs, my eyes, all that is me, for it is all that I have which I cannot lose without losing myself.
Literally and figuratively.
I realize this now.
I have realized my worth and I will reflect this worth in all I do.
In the things I say, in the people I choose to spend my precious time with.
I want to be a blessing to those whose lives are entwined with my own.
I ask that spirit to help advise me, shield me, give me the strength and courage to achieve all that my heart desires.
I write this not knowing what the future brings.
But I presume little.
But all presumptions aside, I can confidently say this;
“I will not lose”. '

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something from the net.
something everyone should read should they feel displaced.

2006-12-15T15:31:00.000+08:00

#1 Are you an english or chinese freako?
English.

#2 If time is going to stop, what would you possibly do during that period of time?
I will do THINGS in public.

#3 Do you prefer a playpool or playground?
Playground. I miss my childhood. Yes, you too, you jaded twit.

#4 Do you usually gossip others or others gossip you?
Others do. But it doesn't matter.

#5 Do you like simple or complicated stuff?
Simple. Complicating them is fun too.

#6 Do you tackle numbers better, or alphabets?
Alphabets.

#7 What makes you pissed off?
Those who lose themselves to everything else.

#8 How's your childhood?
Strange and reeks of garlic.

#9 Do you have inspiration without perspiration?
Yeah.

#10 Do you think 24 hours is too short, too long or just ok?
It's just fine. Unless I find Others.

#11 Would you judge people by the appearance?
The way they carry themselves, what goes through their minds.

#12 What is attractive in your eyes?
Depth.

#13 Do you like the day or night, explain why?
Night. Moonshine is beautiful.

#14 Do you treasure stuff that you own, or you have insatiable desires?
I treasure what I have.

#15 If your computer just hanged up with a long long document not being saved, how will you react?
Sigh and start over.

#16 Do you believe in miracles?
No.

#17 Do you often tend to forget about the past, or trying hard to do so?
I do not forget the past. Memories make a person grow.

#18 In your mind, what colours are out there?
Silver swirls.

#19 Have you ever pity those who are real pitiful, shed tears for them, etc.?
Yes.

#20 Describe yourself as in attitude.
Thoughtful.

#21 Do you suddenly lose the grasp of hope to survive as yet?
A number of times. But here I am! =)

#22 Give 3 advantages when you get to live.
People. Love. Food.

#23 What is your ambition in life?
Leave no question unanswered, leave nothing unresolved.

#24 Do you believe in horoscope etc.?
No.

#25 Describe music in your life.
A channel; an alternative Voice.

#26 Which country would you like to go; when you can afford it?
New Zealand.

#27 What do you think blogging is about?
Somewhere in the virtual world to let people know you exist.

#28 What kind of style are you trying to get hold of?
One that's not bound by everything else.

#29 When you fail a test, how will you react?
Grieve for a few minutes, then move on.

#30 Pass this to 5 friends.
Belinda, Clara, Delphine, Mark, Yew Jia

2006-12-10T10:25:00.000+08:00

Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head.
Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of people.
At the end tag AT LEAST 8 people.

Mrs Crothers
Clara
Belinda
Jesselyn
Yewey
Mark
Erman
Samuel
Charlene
Hazel
Julia
Malcolm
Bush
Jacklyn
Delphine
Amy
Sanjoy
Lawrence
Mr Crothers
Girl with the green shirt at Harbourfront station

1. How did you meet 14 [Jacklyn]?
When we were in Primary 3. Long story. =)

2. What would you do if you haven't met 1 [Mrs Crothers]?
I won't be me today.

3. What would you do if 20 [Girl in green shirt at Harbourfront Station] & 9 [Charlene] dated?
woo, unless charlene's lesbian.
aww.
i will cheer them on and call them over to my place.
yum yum.

4. Did you ever like 19 [Mr Crothers]?
yes yes, but he's married.
tsk.

5. Would 17 [Sanjoy] & 6 [Mark] make a good couple?
Oh yes! They sure will. Mark will adore him loads.

6. Describe 3 [Belinda].
Crude, a little loud, teetering on the edge of instability...
A great, great, great friend.
A great conversationalist
Someone to count upon in need. =)

7. Do you think 8 [Samuel] is attractive?
Yes he is. I am a little envious.

8. Tell me something about 7 [Erman].
Graphic designer, great at what he does, and a great friend.
Let's go out sometime! =)

9. Do you know any of 12 [Malcolm] family?
Yes, everyone well enough. =D
His mom, dad, maid, his wife...

10. What is 9's [charlene] favourite?
Favourite... what?
haha, that i'm not sure.

11. What if 18 [Lawrence] confesses that he/she likes you?
Shit. no way man.

12. What language does 15 [Delphine] speak?
english, chinese.. yeah

13. Who is 9 [charlene] going out with?
Her lovely girlfriends!

14. How old is 16 [Amy]?
18.

15. When was the last time you talked to 13 [Bush]?
HAHAHA...
never.

16. What is 2's [Clara] favourite band/singer?
Zai Zai!!!
hahahaha.

17. Would you ever date 4 [Jesselyn]?
Nope.

18. Would you ever date 7 [Erman]?
gosh, if he wants.
HAHAHAHA.

19. Where does 6 [Mark] live?
woodlands, right? =)

20. what is 10's [Hazel] last name?
Lee.

21. Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11 [Julia]?
hmm... sounds fine, but...

22. What school does 3 [belinda] go to?
cwss... but graduated

23. What's your favourite thing about 5 [Yewey]?
She keeps giving me fun stuff to do. haha.

24. People who MUST do this survey:
Clara
Belinda
Mrs Crothers
Delphine
Jacklyn
Malcolm
and you, looking at this now, =)

Really Random

What song are you currently listening too?: Seraphic Deviltry - Theatre of Tragedy
Are you watching anything? If so, what?: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind... for the 12th time.
What are you wearing?: Would you wanna know! ;p
Where are you right now?: On a chair, facing the iMac, at home.

*Faves*

Fave Band?: Nightwish
Fave Theme Park?: hmm.. only cool one i've been to is Ocean Park, Hong Kong.
Fave Movie?: Matrix Trilogy
Fave Color?: naww.. all are fine.
Fave Subject In School?: English
Fave Food?: currently... stuffed eggplant

*This Or That*

Disney or horror movies? Disney
Movies or music? Movies
Skaters or Cheerleaders? oh, cheerleaders, of course.

*Random*

What Is Your Deadly Sin?: I love indulging in good wines.
What Are You Scared Of?: Lack of love
What makes you laugh?: what.... DOESN'T make me laugh?
What Makes You Cry?: Any decent, deep, sad movie.
What is something you like to do when nobody is watching?: oh boy you don't wanna know.
What Song Are You Listening To Now?: These Good People - The Gathering
What do you wanna be when you grow up?: An educationist

Are you in love?: Yes
If so, with who?: Good wine and myself
Fave cartoon?: Superman
Fave ride at Disneyland?: Bring me to one, and i'll tell you. =)
What's Your Hobby?: Reading, writing, eating.
Fave Game For N64?: haha... i've never owned one.
Do You Like Little Kids?: mmmm! yum yum of course!

2006-12-06T14:39:00.001+08:00

Emmylou Harris - Love That Will Never Grow Old

Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true
Just lay back in my arms for one more night
I've this crazy old notion that calls me sometimes
Saying this one's the love of our lives.

Cause I know a love that will never grow old
And I know a love that will never grow old.

When you wake up the world may have changed
But trust in me, I'll never falter or fail
Just the smile in your eyes, it can light up the night,
And your laughter's like wind in my sails.

Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time,
Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long.
Who cares where we go on this rutted old road
In a world that may say that we're wrong.

2006-12-06T14:12:00.000+08:00

Life's simplest pleasures

As the world goes by, many of us sometimes forget to stop and take a breather. We are all instead all so hectic and busy in our little pursuits, oh who's going to this party, oh my grades aren't good, oh the dog needs its water bowl refilled... that we almost forget to take care of the most fundamental and essential entity;

Us.

We plunge ourselves into the depths of our lives without even our soul experiencing it in it's truest essence. It is unfortunate that many of us(including myself) are sucked into the murky depths of materialism and care too much about our appearances rather than trying to improve our character or improving our relations with people. The apparent lack of love between any of us reduces these relations to very superficial and meaningless ones. To love, is universal and has no boundaries, yet why are we still close, yet so distant from the ones we love so much?

Maybe it all boils down to taking the initiative to love one another again. To enjoy the Simple Pleasures of life once more. For instance...

-strolling by the beach (corny, but hey, anything goes)
-literally stopping to smell the flowers.
-engage in hearty conversation with that stranger in the lift.
-sharing your little tube of M&Ms with the person next to you on the bus.
-giving a sincere smile to the person who helped you pick up your fallen documents.
-looking at photographs, and remembering the times you had with your loved ones.
-sharing your iPod with the person next to you on the train.
-turning off the telly during family dinners.
-share the cooking with your family.
-tasting your food slowly.

So many more things you can do to spread a little bit more love around.
Not only will it make someone else feel better, you'd feel more comforted too!

2006-12-06T11:51:00.000+08:00

What do I get when being close to her?

2006-12-05T12:48:00.000+08:00

A Night @ Q Bar

A strange new experience. My first visit to a bar. Drank a Chardonnay and a vodka lime, ate some finger food.

Amazing night. Full of big important people I can hardly hold a conversation with. Sorry if I am generalising, but to almost all of the people there, everyone's conversation is bent on the following:

-How can meeting this person broaden my business horizon?
-Will cooperating with this person result in financial increment?
-Will it instead incur a loss?
-Is he/she a key stakeholder in this entire kahoona of a business?

Profit profit profit.

Is this the dreaded adult world that we will all grow up to become and live in soon?
What about love, quality time spent with the ones we care about, and more importantly, time off to ourselves, to find ourselves, to realise that we have yet to love the closest and most neglected being of all... us?

Being in this AFFF has made me realise something, as Erman has thoroughly emphasised; it's all about PR; a friendly face or approach has something behind it, be it profit or business proposition.

Is that all there is?

CGS musical night

2006-11-28T10:08:00.000+08:00

It wasn't half bad, but it could have used more rehearsals. The symphonic band needed more. Come to think of it, I find the CSS audience to be brilliantly well-behaved and respectful, compared to the audience at the Musical Night, that is. People buy tickets to complain about it loudly and fool around in the seating.

And coming into the ESPLANADE CONCERT HALL in tshirt and shorts?? What the hell?

It's not about being a bitch and dressing up solely for the occasion, but it's merely respect, man. You don't pay for a ticket in the Esplanade Theatres to fool around. If the performance is not of your standard, don't bitch around your seat; the least you could do is just to shut up and give the performers some respect they deserve.

It's just respect.

Ultimate school prank.

2006-11-12T11:18:00.001+08:00

Fifth Chicken Prank

by Jenson

This is the ultimate school prank. you get five chickens and a can of dark colored spray paint. you number them 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6 with the spray paint and set them loose throughout the halls of your school. Then sit back and laugh as everyone searches for that fifth chicken.

2006-11-12T10:59:00.000+08:00

42 Things to Do When You Are Bored in Class

Make a paper football and get someone to play with you. When they put their hands up into a little goal, flick the football at the teacher and immediatly go back to doing your work.
Out of nowhere, or when it is quiet, say loud enough for the class to hear "When I say heeee-aay, you say hoooo, Heeee-aay?" and see how many people say "hoooo"
At another quiet time, meow really loudly.
Practice your tai-chi. Wave your arms all around like your really know what you are doing.
Meditate. Humm as loud as you can and when your teacher says something about it, act all offended. "Do you have a problem with my religion, sir!?"
If one of your friends is drinking something, in the middle of a drink start chanting "choke! choke! choke!"
When the class is very quiet, say in a casual voice "Knock knock"
When the class is quiet, sigh and say "This class is really boring"
Shoot rubber bands at someone, when they accuse you look confused and point to the person to the left of you. After that, point to the person on the right of you ect...
Start humming nursery rhymes.
Make as many paperballs as you can and set them on your desk in a giant pile. If anyone looks at you, look tough and nod at them.
If you are a male, start singing The Pussycat Dolls' "Don't Cha", and stand up and shake your ass.
Take everything out of your bag and stack it on your desk. Take out a sheet of paper and take invintory of your stuff.
Take an empty sweet wrapper and put it in your palm, then signal someone by going "pssssst. Hey!" Make them lean all close to you and get them thinking you have something interesting to show and say. Look around and then give them the sweet wrapper.
See how many tiny paper balls you can set on the person in front of you without them knowing it.
Tie someones shoe's together and kick them.
Use a 'kick me' sign. As a challenge, see how many people you can put a 'kick me' sign on without them knowing it.
Start singing "Can you feel the love tonight" from the Lion King.
Fall asleep. When you wake up say shit like "I had a dream and you were in it. And you! You too!... and you!...
Froth up Sprite in your mouth and fake a seizure on the floor.
Stare at your teacher until he/she gets freaked out.
Stare at your teacher, close your eyes, and imagine him/her without clothes.
Start to yawn and see how many people you can get to yawn too.
Scratch yourself down there. When somebody looks, just smile at them meekly.
Stare at another student and do not look away no matter what he/she does.
Click your pen as fast as you can.
Stare at the ceiling and start saying prayers.
Pretend that you are reading a very complicated book, but hold it upside-down.
Try to memorize the entire dictionary.
Try to see how long you can hold your breath.
Convince yourself that pain is just your imagination.
Start talking to your pencil, and act like your pencil is talking back.
Insist that you are Mariah Carey whether you are boy or girl.
Put a finger down your throat and throw up on the teacher's desk.
Start laughing uncontrollably.
Arm wrestle yourself.
Try to follow with your mouth what the teaher is saying.
If your teacher asks you a question, tell him/her that another student knows the answer.
Make your pencil fly.
Keep saying that you would like to go to Hawaii.
Make your fingers do a can-can dance.
Ask your teacher the same question he/she asks you. When he/she won't say, tell him/her that if he/she can't answer the question, why did he/she ask you the question in the first place.

100 Ways to be a Better Asshole

2006-11-12T10:42:00.000+08:00

Argue with everybody.
Touch the paintings at the museum.
Get hysterical.
Threaten law suits.
Insinuate, implicate and insist.
If you got it, flaunt it.
Eat produce at the grocery store and don't pay for it.
Gamble with the rent money.
Record over a borrowed vcr tape
Tell people that they are in your will, even if they aren't.
Don't get caught.
Stay directly in front or behind fire trucks and ambulances.
When giving out directions, leave out a turn or two.
Don't make up your mind.
Improve your posture by walking with your nose in the air.
Remind people who lose their job that they should work harder.
Talk with your mouth full.
Accuse, confuse and refuse.
Comment on the weight gain of others.
Adjust your nuts (boobs) whenever you want.
Keep a pile of wisecracks for tense and serious situations.
Answer a question with a question.
See what it takes for the lifeguard to blow the whistle.
Don't give to charities unless you get something back.
Drink through 6 straws.
Clean your fingernails at the dinner table.
Tell people what they think they wanna hear.
Notice good ideas and pass them on as your own.
Put a title like Professor or Doctor before your name when making dinner or hotel reservations.
Don't volunteer for the back seat and never take the middle one.
Before exiting the elevator, push all the buttons.
Never do anything until you have been asked twice.
Put off until tomorrow whatever you can do the day after tomorrow.
Walk across fresh cement.
Go up on the down escalator and vice versa.
Dont shower after a hard workout.
Lie about your age.
Change channels every two seconds.
Develop at least 3 strategies for cutting if front of a queue.
Underline in other people's books.
Slurp your soup.
If you can't think of something nice, say something nasty.
Be judgemental.
Announce when your going to the bathroom.
Read over people's shoulders on the bus.
Ignore deadlines.
Revenge is sweet... so get some.
Squeeze the toothpaste from the top, and while your at it, leave the cap off.
Curse the President during his speech.
When it says "Reserved Parking" that means you.
Take the labels off of unopened cans.
Cover up your mistakes and pass the blame.
Nibble all the entire box of Godivas Chocolates until you find the one that you want.
Borrow handkerchiefs to blow your nose.
When your done with your gum, stick it under the chair.
If you do something nice, make sure everyone knows about it.
Bribe little kids... 'cause they're easy!
Put a rude message on someone else's answering machine.
Measure people by their money and the clothes they wear.
Be ambiguous, it lets you work both sides of the issue.
Leave your underwear in the sink.
Chew other people's pencils.
Support the death penalty for parking tickets.
Get a backseat drivers license.
Dish it out, but don't take it.
Be a perfectionist in absolutely everything.
Apologize a lot, but don't change.
Change the rules to suit your needs.
Smoke in front of a 'No Smoking' sign.
Wear a shirt thats says 'Fuck You' or to that effect.
Pull the covers over to your side.
Eat cookies or crackers in other people's beds.
Slam doors in people's faces.
Repeat yourself.
Repeat yourself.
Tell your kids 'How it was..' back when you were a kid.
Vividly describe a hysterectomy to your date before ordering dinner.
Scribble your signature on important documents.
Use the whole can of lighter fluid on the charcoal.
Put things back where they don't belong.
Take a colicky baby to the movies.
Have belching contests in restaurants.
Make the same mistake twice.
Pee in the swimming pool.
Ride on the shoulder un you pass all the jammed traffic, and then cut in.
Wear a large hat to the movies.
Always have an ulterior motive.
Always take the biggest piece.
Forget the pooper scooper when walking your dog.
Take cheap shots.
Take forever to find a word in Scrabble.
Cause gridlock.
Get up on the wrong side of bed.
Change your mind.
Glue a chip on your shoulder.
Put salt in sugar containers.
Blow out other people's birthday candles.
Don't refill the ice cube tray.
Ask people what they paid for their clothes.
Cut off people in the middle of their sentences.

2006-11-10T08:04:00.000+08:00

The Asra Entry.

[11/09/06]

Q: Name the four seasons.
A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.

Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.
A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large
pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.

Q: How is dew formed?
A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.

Q: How can you delay milk turning sour?
A: Keep it in the cow.

THE ORIGINAL QUOTE
If you love someone, Set her free...
If she comes back, she's yours, If she doesn't, she never was....

Pessimist: If you love someone, Set her free ...
If she ever comes back, she's yours,
If she doesn't, as expected, she never was.

Optimist: If you love someone, Set her free ...
Don't worry, she will come back.

Suspicious: If you love someone, Set her free ...
If she ever comes back, ask her why.

Impatient: If you love someone, Set her free ...
If she doesn't come back within some time forget her.

Patient: If you love someone, Set her free ...
If she doesn't come back,
continue to wait until she comes back ...

Playful: If you love someone, Set her free ...
If she comes back, and if you love her still,
set her free again, repeat

C++ Programmer : if(you-love(m_she)) /* m name of girlfriend */ m_she.free()
if(m_she == NULL) m_she = new CShe;

Animal-Rights Activist : If you love someone, Set her free,
In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!

Lawyers: If you love someone, Set her free,
Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom Act clearly states that...

Bill Gates : If you love someone, Set her free,
If she comes back, I think we can charge her for re-installation fees but tell her that she's also going to get an upgrade.

Biologist : If you love someone, Set her free,
She'll evolve.

Statisticians : If you love someone, Set her free,
If she loves you, the probability of her coming back is high
If she doesn't, your relation was improbable anyway.

Schwarzenegger's fans: If you love someone, Set her free,
SHE'LL BE BACK!

Over possessive person : If you love someone don't set her free.

HR specialist : If you love someone set her free
by Offering her VRS and other benefits
Then out source her.

MBA : If you love someone set her free instantaneously
and look for others simultaneously

Psychologist : If you love someone set her free
If she comes back her super ego is dominant
If she doesn't come back her id is supreme
If she doesn't go, she must be crazy.

Somnambulist : If you love someone set her free
If she comes back it's a nightmare
If she doesn't, you must be dreaming.

ERP functional expert : If you love someone set her free
If she comes back, map her into your system
If she doesn't, carry out a gap-fit analysis

Finance expert : If you love someone set her free
If she comes back, its time to look for fresh loans
If she doesn't, write her off as an asset gone bad.

Marketing Specialist : If you love someone set her free
If she comes back she has brand loyalty
If she doesn't, reposition the brand in new market

You have two choices in life: You can stay single and be miserable,
or get married and wish you were dead.

HER DIARY
I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing." I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home, I told him that I loved him, but he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behaviour; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you too." When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent

Finally, I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I fell asleep. I do not know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

HIS DIARY
Today Australia lost the cricket match again. DAMN IT.

After numerous rounds of "We don't even know if Osama is
still alive", Osama himself decided to send George Bush a
letter in his own handwriting to let him know he was still
in the game.
Bush opened the letter and it appeared to contain a coded
message:

"370HSSV-0773H."

He was baffled, so he typed it out and emailed it to Dick
Cheney. Cheney and his advisors had no clue either, so they
sent it to the FBI. No one could solve it so it went to the
National Education Association and then to MIT.

Eventually they asked Britain's MI6 for help. They cabled
Mr. Bush back:
"Tell the President he is looking at the message upside
down."

GHANDHIJI

God asked Lal Bahadur Shastri (a former Prime
Minister of India) how many children he had during
his time on earth.
He replied saying he had three!

Happy with the relatively good family planning
adopted, God gave Shastri a Mercedes!

Subhash Chandra Bose is asked the same question.
When he replies he had 10 children, God is a bit
upset and gives him a cheaper car, The Ford!

Jawaharlal is next. He decides to see what happens
if he says he had 15 children, God is pretty angry
and gives him an Inexpensive Maruti 800.

Sometime later the three see Mahatma Gandhi
returning on Foot.
They ask why God hadn't given him anything.
Gandhiji replied With anger, "Some idiot told God
that I was the father of the Nation!!!"

Silly things to do

1. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

2. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and Point A Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See if They Slow Down.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with That.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In".

6. Finish all Your Sentences With "In Accordance With The Prophecy."

7. dont use any punctuation

8. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."

9. Sing Along At The Opera.

10. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme

11. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"

12. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking Lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"

A guy happened to participate in a competition, which was about writing the shortest story. The organizers had put a condition that a story must have four ingredients religion, sex, suspense and mystery. A guy's turn came after many attempts by others.

The guy gave a story, which was just one sentence and read "Oh God, my wife is going to deliver a child".

Ostensibly amused, the organizers asked the guy whether it contained the four ingredients !! The guy replied affirmatively and gave his explanation as below Oh God : religion My wife: sex Going to deliver a child : suspense (whether a girl or a boy) "Okay.... but where is the mystery ?" asked one of the organizers. The guy replied : "who is the father ?"

TELEGRAM #1 A daughter sends a telegram to her father on her clearing B.Ed exams, which the father receives as : quote; Father, your daughter has been successful in BED."

TELEGRAM #2 A husband, while he is on a business trip to a hill station sends a telegram to his wife : "I wish you were here." The message received by wife: "I wish you were her."

TELEGRAM #3 A wife with near maturing pregnancy goes to railway station to return to her husband. At the reservation counter, while her turn came, it was the last ticket. Taking pity on a very old lady next to her in the queue, she offered her berth to the old lady and sent a telegram to her husband which reached as: "Shall be coming tomorrow, heavy rush in the train, gave birth to an old lady."

TELEGRAM #4 A man wants to celebrate his wife's Birthday by throwing a party. So he goes to order a birthday cake. The salesman asks him what message he wants to put on the cake. Well he thinks for a while and says: let's put, "you are not getting older! You are getting better". The salesman asks "how do you want me to put it?"The man says, Well put quote; You are not getting older", at the top and "You are getting better" at the bottom. The real fun didn't start until the cake was opened the entire party watched the message decorated on the cake: "You are not getting older at the top, You are getting better at the bottom".

One comes up with the slogan, "Coverage from the cradle to the grave."
The second one tries to improve on that with, "Coverage from the womb to the tomb."
Not to be outdone, the third one comes up with, "From the sperm to the worm."
The fourth insurance company really thought hard and almost gave up the race, but finally came up with, "From the erection to the resurrection."

4 husbands were sitting at the waiting room in a hospital waiting for their wives to give birth. Soon, a nurse came out from the delivery room and told the first daddy: "Congratulations, you've twins!".
"Oh!..... maybe it's just a coincidence" said the daddy, "as I'm working at the Twin Towers". Then another nurse came out of the room and told the second daddy: "Congratulations, you've triplets!"
"Wooow!, this is a coincidence, too" said the second daddy. "I am working for 3M Corporation". A while later, another nurse appeared and told the third daddy: "Congratulations! your wife got quadruplets,"
"Thank God. Perhaps this is also a coincidence". "I work at Four Seasons Hotel!" Meanwhile, the fourth daddy-to-be was becoming very worried. All the 3 daddies asked him: "Why do you look so worried?". He said , “I work at Seven-Eleven!”

This is from an actual trial in the UK: (verrrrry funny) A young woman who was several months pregnant boarded a bus. When she noticed a young man smiling at her she began feeling humiliated on account of her condition.
She changed her seat and he seemed more amused. She moved again on her third seat and he burst out laughing. She had him arrested.Then the case came before the court, the young man was asked why he acted in such a manner.
His reply was: When the lady boarded the bus I couldn't help noticing she was pregnant. She sat under an advertisement,which read: 'Coming Soon: The Gold Dust Twins'. I was even more amused when second time she sat under a shaving advertisement, which read: 'William's Stick Did The Trick'.
Then I could not control myself any longer when on the third move she sat under an advertisement, which read: 'Dunlop Rubber would have prevented this accident.'

Dear Friend,
When i asked you flower, You give me bouquet.
When i asked you for a stone you gave me a statue .
When i asked you for a feather you give me peacock .
ARE YOU REALLY DEAF ?

When I call you;
1 ring means i'm thinking of you;
2 ring means i like you;
3 means i miss you;
4 means ........pick up the phone idiot.

My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden.
Before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of t radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated. My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity. You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun will be making an angle of 160 degrees with our horizon, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.

Yours ever loving,

PythagoraS

2006-11-03T19:09:00.000+08:00

The Music Genome Project

On January 6, 2000 a group of musicians and music-loving technologists came together with the idea of creating the most comprehensive analysis of music ever.

Together we set out to capture the essence of music at the most fundamental level. We ended up assembling literally hundreds of musical attributes or "genes" into a very large Music Genome. Taken together these genes capture the unique and magical musical identity of a song - everything from melody, harmony and rhythm, to instrumentation, orchestration, arrangement, lyrics, and of course the rich world of singing and vocal harmony. It's not about what a band looks like, or what genre they supposedly belong to, or about who buys their records - it's about what each individual song sounds like.

Over the past 6 years, we've carefully listened to the songs of over 10,000 different artists - ranging from popular to obscure - and analyzed the musical qualities of each song one attribute at a time. This work continues each and every day as we endeavor to include all the great new stuff coming out of studios, clubs and garages around the world.

It has been quite an adventure, you could say a little crazy - but now that we've created this extraordinary collection of music analysis, we think we can help be your guide as you explore your favorite parts of the music universe.

We hope you enjoy the journey.

Tim Westergren
Founder
The Music Genome Project

Visit this fantastic website @ www.pandora.com

2006-11-02T16:15:00.000+08:00

Paris airport bars Muslim staff

By Clive Myrie
BBC News, Paris

Lawyers have submitted a criminal complaint for discrimination

More than 70 Muslim workers at France's main airport have been stripped of their security clearance for allegedly posing a risk to passengers.

The staff at Charles de Gaulle airport, including baggage handlers, are said to have visited terrorist training camps in Pakistan and Afghanistan.

One man is thought to have been a friend of Richard Reid, the so-called British shoe bomber.

Richard Reid tried to blow up a flight from Paris to the US in 2001.

Discrimination lawsuits

Earlier this year officials at Charles de Gaulle airport, north of Paris, conducted a security review of staff and questioned dozens of Muslim workers.

More than 100 baggage handlers and aircraft cleaners had been under surveillance for months.

In all, 72 people were later told their passes allowing access to secure areas were being withdrawn.

Airport officials say some of the workers had frequently visited Pakistan and Afghanistan the previous year.

It is also believed another worker had been close to a senior figure in an Algerian terrorist group with links to al-Qaeda.

But some of the men who have lost their security clearance are suing airport authorities.

They claim they are being discriminated against because of their religion.

However, about a dozen other workers who have been identified as security risks still have access to sensitive areas of the airport because under French law they must be allowed an opportunity to respond to the charges before they are suspended.
___________________________________________________________________

This is one bad bad baaaaaaad move.
The folly of it all; we segregate and isolate what we do not understand, or MISunderstand.
And in the end, it begets more trouble and more misunderstanding.

The act of the extremist minority is definitely not a representation of the entire religion.

Unfortunately, they do not see it.

2006-10-28T21:17:00.000+08:00

Recently, there was a rather respected Australian Muslim cleric who made headlines in the press.

Unfortunately, for all the wrong and stupid reasons.

He explained the rationale behind rape cases. If the women wore hajibs and stayed at home, that wouldn't happen to them. He also used this term to describe them: UNCOVERED MEAT. If you left uncovered meat in the streets, and the cats come to eat it, who do you blame? The cats or the uncovered meat.

What the bloody hell.

He got what he deserved.

2006-10-18T22:53:00.000+08:00

clara's so nice. she's always giving me strange stuff to do.

1) Single, taken or crushing?
Ans: i took a single m&m, crushed it.

2) Are you happy with your life now?
Ans: mmm

3) When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with her fast?
Ans: not really

4) Have you ever had your heart broken?
Ans: hmmm. i still have the fragments though.

5) Do you believe that there are some circumstances, where cheating love is acceptable?
Ans: ehhh.... you can do that?

6) Would you take someone back even if she cheats on you?
Ans: adios honey

7) Have you ever talked about marriage to someone else before?
Ans: yes =)

8) Do you want children?
Ans: yes

9) How many?
Ans: 2

10) Would you consider adoption?
Ans: i said i wanted 2 kids... strange question...

11) If someone likes you now, what do you think is the best way for her to let you know her feelings?
Ans: tell me that using your eyes.

12) Do you enjoy getting into relationships?
Ans: yum yum, of course

13) Do you believe in love at first sight?
Ans: no, but if you're talking about alcohols and food, WELL... hehe...

14) Do you believe you can change someone?
Ans: absolutely. just not nappies.

15) If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?
Ans: on the beach.

16) Do you give in easily when you are fighting?
Ans: i haven't really gotten into one...

17) Do you have feelings for someone right now?
Ans: mmm yes yes

18) Do you ever wished that you could have had someone but you messed it up?
Ans: hmmm. let me sleep on that.

19) Have you ever broken a heart?
Ans: ask the broken-hearted

20) If one day your best friend falls in love with the girl you are deeply in love with, what would you do?
Ans: someone's gonna get some whoop-ass reaaaaal bad... congratulate him of course!

21) Are you missing someone right now?
Ans: mrs crothers!!!!

22) Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs. Write down their names in the list below. Tag them in their blog to let them know.

1.jesselyn
2.hakim
3.gerald ajam
4.mark
5.yew jia

2006-10-18T22:43:00.000+08:00

I want answers to these questions.

What is my purpose? Why am I here?

2006-10-18T22:31:00.000+08:00

Just mere days before the final judgement, I take a look back over my hunched, weary shoulders and ask myself; have I done what I wanted, what I can, what I could have done, what could I have not. I think to myself, hey, you've come this far. Everything that has happened happened for a reason. Everything that has occured to me, everyone whom I have met, everyone who have hurt me in one way or another, has made me who I am now.

Funnily enough, on the day of graduation, I was SUPPOSED to feel all nostalgic and emotional and whatnot. Funnily enough, I did not. Why?

I did not feel that I have done what should be done, especially for the issues of late. I lost courage to talk to the people whom I wanted to;

To heal wounds left open for a very long time. I wanted to say sorry to the people whom I have hurt in one way or another. I wanted to give encouragement to the people whom I care about. I wanted to hug the people I love the most, and tell them how much they meant to me.

But I hardly did.

I am tired.

Tired of all these futile attempts to strive for something better.
Tired of all the fruitless efforts.
Tired of being so.... so tired.

What the shit.

RANDOM TIME!

Mrs Yip : "So Shawn, how are you coping?"
Me : "Well, I'm still alive."
Mrs Yip : "Well that's nice to hear. Keep it up! =)"

2006-10-18T22:28:00.000+08:00

Existentialism

Existentialism is a philosophical movement that is generally considered a study that pursues meaning in existence and seeks value for the existing individual. Existentialism, unlike other fields of philosophy, does not treat the individual as a concept, and values individual subjectivity over objectivity. As a result, questions regarding the meaning of life and subjective experience are seen as being of paramount importance, above all other scientific and philosophical pursuits.

There are several philosophical positions all related to existential philosophy but the main identifiable common proposition is that existence precedes essence, i.e. that a man exists before his existence has value or meaning. This value or meaning, and the value or meaning of the world around him, man defines himself in his own subjectivity, and wanders between choice, freedom, and existential angst. Existentialism often is associated with anxiety, dread, awareness of death, and freedom.

Existentialism emphasizes action, freedom, and decision as fundamental to human existence and is fundamentally opposed to the rationalist tradition and to positivism. That is, it argues against definitions of human beings either as primarily rational, knowing beings who relate to reality primarily as an object of knowledge, or for whom action can or ought to be regulated by rational principles, or as beings who can be defined in terms of their behavior as it looks to or is studied by others. More generally it rejects all of the Western rationalist definitions of being in terms of a rational principle or essence or as the most general feature that all existing things share in common. Existentialism tends to view human beings as subjects in an indifferent, objective, often ambiguous, and "absurd" universe in which meaning is not provided by the natural order, but rather can be created, however provisionally and unstably, by human beings' actions and interpretations.

2006-10-14T21:36:00.000+08:00

my sister is watching trashy channel 8 drama. shit.

disgusting.

2006-10-09T20:36:00.000+08:00

mrs tham gave me a bottle of vitamin c chewables today. she even wrote some encouraging stuff on the bottle cap.

i should do her dinner some day.

2006-10-09T20:29:00.000+08:00

why do we all harbour weapons.
why do we all trying to kill everyone.
why do we all fire our missiles to prove our strength.
why do we intimidate.

and to think living in a fairly troublesome adolescent world was bad enough.
the adults aren't very much better off.

to the people responsible for starting forest fires,

is it worth killing everyone around you, in order for your crops to grow?

Kill Bill and Patty Hou

2006-10-02T13:24:00.000+08:00

I watched Kill Bill. It's so so amazing. I love the blood and gore from it. Absolutely brilliant stuff. Quentin Tarantino is the best. All the various styles of film are all employed in this. Superb.

I would recommend it to all the kids too.

And oh yes. I watched this programme on channel 49. It shows Patty Hou frolicking in New York.

I am now officially obsessed with Patty Hou.

mmmmm.

2006-09-28T22:50:00.000+08:00

someone is 15 years of age this year.

and she has just learnt a new word : possessions.

well done.

2006-09-24T12:50:00.000+08:00

Love That Will Never Grow Old

Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true
Just lay back in my arms for one more night
I've this crazy old notion that calls me sometimes
Saying this one's the love of our lives.

Cause I know a love that will never grow old
And I know a love that will never grow old.

When you wake up the world may have changed
But trust in me, I'll never falter or fail
Just the smile in your eyes, it can light up the night,
And your laughter's like wind in my sails.

Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time,
Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long.
Who cares where we go on this rutted old road
In a world that may say that we're wrong.

2006-09-24T12:09:00.000+08:00

i think health foods are all very dodgy.

it takes a great deal to convince me of the functionality and authenticity of a certain greenish, 'health-enhancing chlorophyl' juice drink or a new-fangled mashed-up mumbo-jumbo of a pill or plant extract.

do they REALLY contain the beneficiaries that will cure my sinuses (i took my flu jab already, so there) or, the famously overused gimmick again, DETOXIFY my intestinal tract by injesting some purple-brown pill or sticking a garden hose up my fanny and gushing coffee-and-vinegar solution to flush my bowels of 16 years of icky muck?

i don't think so.

i will say this once and for all; I DO NOT BELIEVE. and hence, it will not work for me.

take my grandaunt for example; when she heard that i've undergone a minor procedure to remove my 2 wisdom teeth, she instantly took the oppotunity to push some strange product into my dad's hands, saying that 'this will accelerate the healing process of post-surgery by 15 times and ensure good health'.

my grandaunt is one of the unfortunate souls to get sucked into the (bleak) prospect of pyramid sales. why? don't ask me.

so when dad came back with the 'promising' product, i expected something with stamps of approval by health organisations or at LEAST some written stuff to show it's potency or it's method of dosage.

there was none, and for safety reasons, i will not post the image of the packaging up. there was no stated dosage or instructions on the package. it was just a sleek martell-like red package with 2 travel-size-ribena-drink-packs-kinda-thing stuff inside. and the ingredients? cactus juice, lemon juice, and sorbital.

my grandaunt instructed; take 2 tablespoonfuls on an empty stomach before meals. not to be rude or anything, but, HOW THE HELL WOULD SHE KNOW?

ridiculous.

it's absurd. but to please my dad, i'll take it in with a straight face and not say much. i have to admit, it doesn't taste THAT bad, but it does leave a rancid, scratchy feeling at the back of your throat, like young, bad shiraz.

then why drink it? you might ask.

because, according to lovely grandaunt, it costs US$100.

my ass.

2006-09-19T20:53:00.000+08:00

Ahh... to feel pain is so refreshing. The tingle of the jolting sensation sends adrenaline coursing through your veins and leaves it's mark with a salty taste in your mouth. The red-hot sear of raw flesh emblazones it with an open wound, the blood no longer restrained nor forced to move in it's monotonous cycle. The annihilation of the physical barrier brings forth new routes, those of which the blood had never seen before.

It is all new.

However the exhilation of the new-found freedom was not meant to last. Without it's original guidance and natural order, it loses tension, and falls apart. The trails oozing towards the earth... never to return to the once peaceful and regular cycle.

And meanwhile... the wound closes, the blood forcibly prodded back into it's order, back to the rigidity of it's natural course.

All that's left is a minute line on the flesh, a scar, in memory of the futile escapade.

Then, the scar disappears.

2006-09-19T20:45:00.000+08:00

after today's return of several results, i have half a mind not to study anymore.

especially after receiving chem results. my god. So much money for tuition down the drain.

hmmm... and i felt quite good about the paper too. same goes to SS.

my god.

a few subjects returned : 20+++ points. i see hope flying out of the window.

i see motivation squished on the pavement.

i see failure.

2006-09-15T18:09:00.000+08:00

In the bus today, there were a group of primary school boys. They were noisy.

and i thought... why do they not care about what they were doing, the noise they were generating...

and then it hit me; they are young. mmm. adolescence is beautiful.

to not care, to not be bothered with the things around you. to be INHIBITED.

mmm

2006-09-15T18:03:00.000+08:00

prelims are over.

to sum it all up, english and e maths paper were the difficult ones.

i hope i can get below 20... that'll be swell.

i'm hungry

2006-09-09T14:55:00.000+08:00

I've learnt a new phrase from Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita...

EXCRUCIATINGLY DESIRABLE

yeah.
cool huh? =D

you are excruciatingly desirable. mmmm. nice.

2006-09-09T14:50:00.000+08:00

Alright.
After prelims, i'm SO definitely gonna buy a bottle of Bailey's.
And i'll get malcolm to split the cost.
yum-bo.

2006-09-08T11:58:00.000+08:00

Last night, Lawrence and I went to the worst buffets I've ever been to.

KUBLAI KHAN MONGOLIAN BBQ BUFFET

It sucks so much. Food is crap. Worst of all; NO BBQ. Where the hell was it?

Hmm. Lucky for me, there was Lawrence's handy-dandy Three Leg Cooling Water. At least it brought me some solace. And after that, we had eThirty Cider. mmm. yum.

All's not all bad, was it?

2006-09-08T11:45:00.000+08:00

I discovered something from Jac yesterday, while at the library...

To share your ideas,

To let lose your personal barriers without losing trust,

To have common interests,

To have someone who'd be there for you,

or someone to talk to,

To talk to someone comfortably in emotional and physical proximity,

To feel whole;

...is a gift. A treasured gem. Something worth keeping, and remember by as you grow. And for that, I'm very grateful. :)

[I can't feel anything. How can you feel when you have such a mix-up in your emotions? You're too busy with the feelings complicating existence to have any in others.]
-Sybil

2006-09-05T12:20:00.000+08:00

Last night.

Clara, Jesselyn, Erman, another senior(sorry forgot your name!) and i went to the Crothers Residence. Clara, Jesselyn and I were the surprise. Hahaha... she took quite a while to process the surprise. Clara found out something about Mrs C that she didn't know before. A cup of amber liquid was resting on the tabletop where she worked. Seemed a bit too early for that.

Then i showed her the Controversy. She seemed disgusted, shocked, amazed, all in one. Manipulative, she said. Dangerous too. She didn't like it, even if she hated the victim(s). She's right. So i destroyed the Controversy. It will cease to exist.

I found out that Mrs C can cook. A little. She made tiramisu with lots of irish cream. She froze it, and eventually there was no flavour. Then we let it defrost and it tasted better. We had peach tea. With other stuff. Just before we left, we had something special. I prefer the this one. There's mint in it.

Mr Crothers is so cool.

Dinner

2006-09-05T12:14:00.000+08:00

2nd Sept.

Cooked dinner for family and 4 other guests; robert, kim, claire and carmen.
jody and i made dinner.

MENU

-smoked salmon on sour cream and chives on baguette
-coral lettuce salad with prawns and mango cream dressing
-charred potatoes (they strangely worked!)
-my best crispy-skinned baked chicken with 5-spice salt, freshly ground pepper and butter
-baked cod on a bed of rosemary, drizzled with extra virgin olive oil
-Shiraz

Wish i could do dinner again.

2006-08-28T16:09:00.000+08:00

Something kept me up all night.

No it wasn't a dream.

It was a thought before sleep.

[note to belinda: I think you're right]

2006-08-06T15:55:00.000+08:00

hmm!

Here's something for you to ponder on.
When you are angry, are you an EXPLOSIVE person or an IMPLOSIVE person?
Here's a tip:

EXPLOSIVE
The customer checks out his items at the cashier at a supermarket.

Cashier:
"I'm sorry sir, but this item is not a 2-for-1. So that will be $12 instead of $6."

Customer:
"Err... but it says here in your newspaper advertisment that - "

Cashier:
"I'm sorry sir, but the pricings have been revised (points to nearby pricing sign)"

Customer:
" (raises voice slightly) But I've read the papers TODAY. The advertisement was meant for TODAY, isn't it?"

Cashier:
"(deadpan voice) I'm sorry sir, but it's either you buy it, or you put it back in it's respective shelf"

Customer:
"No. No I won't. I came here today to buy 2 of this for the price of one. I'm not gonna walk off."

Cashier:
"(looks behind the customer) Next please."

Customer:
"I said NO. I wanna speak to the manager (starts looking around)."

Cashier:
"(closes eyes for a moment) Sir, you're holding up the line."

Customer:
" I SAID NOOOOO!!!"

The customer then grabs whatever he can hold and starts flinging them everywhere, and grabs the cashier by her hair and slams her head against the cash register. You are the customer.

IMPLOSIVE
The situation's almost the same, except...

Cashier:
"That will be $12 sir"

Customer #1:
"But I thought it's 2-for-1!"

Cashier:
"No it isn't sir."

Customer #1:
"F*** OFF AND BURN IN HELL B****!!!" ~stomps away without paying~

Cashier:
"(deadpan tone) Next. That will be $12 sir."

Customer #2:
"But I thought it's 2-for-1!"

Cashier:
"No it isn't sir."

Customer #2:
"SUCK MY F***ING DICK, B****!!!" ~stomps away without paying~

Cashier:
"(deadpan tone) Next. That will be $12 sir."

Customer #3:
"But I thought it's 2-for-1!"

Cashier:
"No it isn't sir."

Customer #3:
"F***!!!" ~stomps away without paying~

You kinda get the idea. It goes on and on and on until one day...

Cashier:
"That will be $12 sir"

Customer:
"But I thought it's 2-for-1!"

Cashier:
"No it isn't sir."

Customer:
"F*** OFF AND BURN IN HELL B****!!!" ~starts walking off...~

The cashier then snaps, grabs a semi-automatic from beneath the counter and starts spraying bullets everywhere, to hell who gets hit. She then walks briskly to the Kitchenware section and grabs the cleaver. Walking quite calmly back to her counter, she begins hacking at the customer, limb by limb.

You are the cashier.

2006-08-06T15:54:00.000+08:00

I am getting surreal dreams again.

It is hard to tell what happened, and what didn't.

It is very scary.

Hmmm.

Anyways, i STILL believe in chocolate mousse.

The 7 Thingies

2006-08-05T16:56:00.000+08:00

hmmm.

7 Random Things About Me.

i go by the alias euphorian.
i wish i can experience a natural disaster.
i like to see things explode.
i fart alot.
i can overstuff my stomach, i really can.
i don't gain very much weight.
i don't make friends very well.

7 Random Songs At The Moment

Calender Girl by Stars
Blue Clouds by Kajiura Yuki
Requiem For A Dream
Evil Returns by Nobuo Uematsu
Sleeping Sun by Nightwish
A Little Less Conversation by Elvis Presley
A Love That Will Never Grow Old by Bernie Taupin

7 Things I Like The Most

Drama
Mrs Crothers
Mr Crothers
Fullerton Hotel
Daydreaming
Food
Alcohol

7 Things That Scare Me

Tears
Anger (self)
A buffet filled with local food
A world with only chicken rice
Screwing up a performance
An empty fridge
Overly-friendly people

7 Things I Say The Most

Relax
Chocolate-coated marshmallows
Mrs Crothers
Drama
Mmm
I don't see any point in that
I'm hungry

7 People To Do This

Clara
Belinda
Mrs Crothers
Mr Crothers
Mom
Dad
You

2006-07-24T17:07:00.000+08:00

Into My Own - Robert Frost

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto th eedge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him the knew--
Only more sure of all I though was true.

2006-07-24T16:55:00.000+08:00

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Revelation - Robert Frost

2006-07-24T16:51:00.000+08:00

mmm... clara and belinda would understand this.

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated hear
Till someone really find us out.

'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hid-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.

Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken

2006-07-24T16:49:00.000+08:00

mrs crothers read this to me as a bedtime story. i can still remember. =)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

It's Back To School Once More

2006-06-26T07:23:00.000+08:00

School is back... and i have to swallow my words once more.

Be less showy.

as usual... conversations are very much left to be desired.

i wonder how belinda will manage.

i miss Mother Hen.....

2006-06-20T09:35:00.000+08:00

I am having Random Dreams again.

These Dreams are inexplicably strange and random.

But hey, Dreams are Dreams, aren't they?
----------

There's a little less than one week of holidays left. mmm.

I love jacuzzi.

The Simplest Ice-Cream Treat!!

2006-06-14T12:59:00.000+08:00

Try this.

Take ordinary tub of vanilla ice-cream, or any mild-flavoured ice-cream, scoop a generous amount for yourself, or simply to stuff yourself silly.

Drizzle a healthy dose of RIBENA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trust me on this.

Alternatively....

Pour youself a tall glass of Coke.

Then splonk on some ice cream at the top.

Stir and ENJOY!!!!

2006-06-08T17:34:00.000+08:00

I'm going to pick my sister up from the airport tonight.

sheesh.

i wonder if she bought me anything. hmmm.

shan't keep my hopes too high up.

2006-06-08T17:32:00.000+08:00

I am going to write a story: The Little Boy and the Catherine Wheel.

Yeah. That's what I'll do.

2006-05-17T18:20:00.000+08:00

How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

--------ESOTSM

2006-05-17T18:19:00.001+08:00

Sand is overrated. It's just tiny, little rocks.

2006-05-17T18:19:00.000+08:00

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

Quotes from ESOTSM

2006-05-17T18:16:00.000+08:00

Joel: [In the house on the beach] I really need to go. I should catch my ride.

Clementine: So go.

Joel: I did. I walked out the door. I was too nervous. I thought, maybe you were a nut. But you were exciting. I felt like I was a scared little kid.

Clementine: You were scared?

Joel: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.

Clementine: Was it something I said?

Joel: Yeah, you said so go. Said it with such disdain you know?

Clementine: Oh, I'm sorry.

Joel: It's ok.

Clementine: I wish you had stayed.

Joel: I wish I had stayed to. I swear to god I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish... I wish I had stayed.
[Walking out]

Clementine: Joely? What if you stayed this time?

Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.

Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Pretend we had one.
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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Review

2006-05-17T18:00:00.000+08:00

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND is an unconventional romance told in the abstract, inventive, and comedic storytelling style of screenwriter Charlie Kaufman. Like his scripts for ADAPTATION and BEING JOHN MALKOVICH, this plot works off of a relatively complex idea that is easier explained through language of film than through words. In its most basic description, Joel (Jim Carrey) is undergoing a medical procedure to erase the memory of his ex-girlfriend, Clementine (Kate Winslet). However, while he is unconscious and the procedure is underway, he takes a journey through his mind, reliving moments with Clementine for fear of losing her forever. Using disjointed sound and action, foggy periods indicating Joel's confusion, and flashbacks to childhood where objects appear much bigger than they are to adult eyes, the cinematography communicates Joel's dilemma with visual hilarity. Only occasionally is the film laugh-out-loud funny; instead it is much more deeply and darkly amusing as the absurdity of the situation grows. ETERNAL SUNSHINE is nothing short of brilliant--a credit to director Michel Gondry (who has a topnotch reputation for his aesthetic music videos by artists such as Bjork). Carrey is wonderfully understated in the role of a simpleminded nice guy, and his signature goofiness is used only a handful of times. Winslet lights up the screen with her blue hair and orange sweatshirt, playing a lively free spirit and loose cannon. There are also strong supporting performances by Kirsten Dunst, Elijah Wood, and Mark Ruffalo, along with an excellent score by Jon Brion and a peppy soundtrack including songs by E.L.O. and The Polyphonic Spree. The film's conclusion promises to satisfy viewers; it offers a beautiful metaphor for the end of a love affair that brings perfect closure to this excellent film.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

2006-05-17T17:40:00.000+08:00

2 days ago, I watched a brilliant movie; Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Mrs Crothers first spoke of it after she watched it, back in 2004, when it was released in the cinemas. I did not give it much thought, and did not intend to watch it. As a consolation, it was rated NC- 16.

Ah well.

But NOW... hahaha.

It was a great film, starring Jim Carrey, Kate Winslet, Kirsten Dunst and Elijah Wood. The show is about a man(Jim Carrey) and a woman(Kate Winslet) whose contrasting personalities led each other to friendly banter and eventually, love.

One day, this man bought her a simple necklace as a Valentine's Day gift, and went to the bookshop where she worked to give it to her. UNFORTUNATELY... she has no inkling of who he is. Confused and devastated, he went to seek answers, and found out that she, for reasons that the movie eventually revealed in the end, had her memories of him ERASED. In his utter sadness, he wanted to have his memories of her erased from him as well. So, he went to see this doctor who instructed him to bring every item that he owns that left a memory of her or associated her with him.

So this doctor puts on this weird helmat on him and the process began. During the process, his memories being slowly erased, his consciousness crept into his memories, and...

get this.

His conscious superego was fighting to save his memories of his love. Within his memories, he met the woman's memory-cum-conscious-superego. From there, they relived their lost moments in life, but both got snippets of scenes of their life repeatedly and mysteriously erased, for instance, midway of a conversation or an intimate scene, from their memories.

Very cool movie.

2006-05-17T17:35:00.000+08:00

It's strange.

I DID try hard.

At least.... harder than what I used to.

But still.

No.

I will not give up.

The Four Noble Truths

2006-05-14T14:38:00.000+08:00

The Four Noble Truths sound like the basics of any theory with therapeutic roots:

1. Life is suffering. Life is at very least full of suffering, and it can easily be argued that suffering is an inevitable aspect of life. If I have senses, I can feel pain; if I have feelings, I can feel distress; if I have a capacity for love, I will have the capacity for grief. Such is life.

Duhkha, the Sanskrit word for suffering, is also translated as stress, anguish, and imperfection. Buddha wanted us to understand suffering as a foundation for improvement.

One key to understanding suffering is understanding anitya, which means that all things, including living things, our loved ones, and ourselves, are impermanent. Our peculiar position of being mortal and being aware of it is a major source of anxiety, but is also what makes our lives, and the choices we make, meaningful. Time becomes important only when there is only so much of it. Doing the right thing and loving someone only have meaning when you don't have an eternity to work with.

Another key concept is anatman, which means that all things -- even we -- have no "soul" or eternal substance. With no substance, nothing stands alone, and no one has a separate existence. We are all interconnected, not just with our human world, but with the universe.

2. Suffering is due to attachment. We might say that at least much of the suffering we experience comes out of ourselves, out of our desire to make pleasure, happiness, and love last forever and to make pain, distress, and grief disappear from life altogether.

We are not therefore to avoid all pleasure, happiness, and love. Nor are we to believe that all suffering comes only from ourselves. It's just not necessary, being shot once with an arrow, to shoot ourselves again, as the Buddha put it.

Attachment is one translation of the word trishna, which can also be translated as thirst, desire, lust, craving, or clinging. When we fail to recognize that all things are imperfect, impermanent, and insubstantial, we cling to them in the delusion that they are indeed perfect, permanent, and substantial, and that by clinging to them, we, too, will be perfect, permanent, and substantial.

Our lack of "essence" or preordained structure, our "nothingness," leads us to crave solidity. We are, you could say, whirlwinds who wish they were rocks. We cling to things in the hopes that they will provide us with a certain "weight." We try to turn our loved ones into things by demanding that they not change, or we try to change them into perfect partners, not realizing that a statue, though it may live forever, has no love to give us. We try to become immortal, whether by anxiety-driven belief in fairy-tales, or by making our children and grand-children into clones of ourselves, or by getting into the history books or onto the talk shows. We even cling to unhappy lives because change is too frightening.

Another aspect of attachment is dvesha, which means avoidance or hatred. To Buddha, hatred was every bit as much an attachment as clinging. Only by giving those things which cause us pain permanence and substance do we give them the power to hurt us more. We wind up fearing, not that which can harm us, but our fears themselves.

The most frightening things we've seen in this century are the mass movements -- the Nazis, the Red Guard, the Ku Klux Klan, terrorist groups, and on and on. The thought seems to be that, if I'm just a little puff of wind, maybe by joining others of my kind, I can be a part of a hurricane! Beyond these are all the petty movements -- political ones, revolutionary ones, religious ones, antireligious ones, ones involving nothing more than a style or fashion. And hatred is the glue that holds them together.

A third aspect of attachment is avidya, meaning ignorance. At one level, it refers to the ignorance of these Four Noble Truths -- not understanding the truth of imperfection and so on. At a deeper level, it also means "not seeing," i.e. not directly experiencing reality, but instead seeing our personal interpretation of it. More than that, we take our interpretation of reality as more real than reality itself!

In some sutras, Buddha adds one more aspect of attachment: anxiety. Fear, like hatred, ties us to the very things that hurt us.

3. Suffering can be extinguished. At least that suffering we add to the inevitable suffering of life can be extinguished. Or, if we want to be even more modest in our claims, suffering can at least be diminished.

With decades of practice, some monks are able to transcend even simple, direct, physical pain. I don't think, however, that us ordinary folk in our ordinary lives have the option of devoting those decades to such an extreme of practice. For most of us, therapy is a matter of specifically diminishing mental anguish rather than eliminating all pain.

Nirvana is the traditional name for the state of being (or non-being, if you prefer) wherein all clinging, and so all suffering, has been eliminated. It is often translated as "blowing out," with the idea that we eliminate self like we blow out a candle. Another interpretation is that nirvana is the blowing out a fire that threatens to overwhelm us, or even taking away the oxygen that keeps the fires burning. By "blowing out" clinging, hate, and ignorance, we "blow out" unnecessary suffering. Perhaps an even more useful translation for nirvana is freedom!

4. And there is a way to extinguish suffering. This is what all therapists believe -- each in his or her own way. Buddha called it the Eightfold Path.

The structure of the Mind

2006-05-14T14:37:00.000+08:00

Buddhists describe the person as composed of five skandhas ("aggregates"):

1. The body (rupa), including the sense organs.

2. Sensations and feelings (vedana), coming out of contact between sense organs and objects.

3. Perceptions and ideas (samjña), especially manifest in our ability to recognize things and ideas.

4. Mental acts (samskara), especially will power and attention.

5. Basic consciousness (vijñana).

The last four are called naman, name, meaning the psyche. Namarupa (name-form) is therefore the Buddhist term for the person, mental and physical, which is nevertheless anatman, without soul or essence.

Buddhism also differentiates among six "fields" (ayatana) for the five skandhas: sight, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching, and mind, as well as the objects of these six senses.

Mahayana Buddhism adds alaya-vijñana, “storehouse” consciousness, to the skandhas. This is similar to Jung’s idea of the collective unconscious. What is stored there are called bijas or seeds, which are inborn tendencies to perceive the world in a certain way and result from our karmic history. They combine with manas or ego to form the illusion that is ordinary existence. By quieting this ego and becoming less self-centered, your mind realizes the "emptiness" (sunyata) of all things. Then you have peace.

2006-05-14T14:28:00.000+08:00

When ignorant people see someone who is old, they are disgusted and horrified, even though they too will be old some day. I thought to myself: I don’t want to be like the ignorant people. After that, I couldn’t feel the usual intoxication with youth anymore.
When ignorant people see someone who is sick, they are disgusted and horrified, even though they too will be sick some day. I thought to myself: I don’t want to be like the ignorant people. After that, I couldn’t feel the usual intoxication with health anymore.

When ignorant people see someone who is dead, they are disgusted and horrified, even though they too will die some day. I thought to myself: I don’t want to be like the ignorant people. After that, I couldn’t feel the usual intoxication with life anymore.

Impermanent are all created things;
Strive on with awareness.

It is proper for you... to doubt, to be uncertain.... Do not go upon what has been acquired by repeated hearing; nor upon tradition; nor upon rumor; nor upon what is in a scripture; nor upon surmise; nor upon an axiom; nor upon specious reasoning; nor upon a bias towards a notion that has been pondered over; nor upon another's seeming ability; nor upon the consideration, 'The monk is our teacher....'

What do you think...? Does greed appear in a man for his benefit or harm? Does hate appear in a man for his benefit or harm? Does delusion appear in a man for his benefit or harm?... being given to greed, hate, and delusion, and being overwhelmed and vanquished mentally by greed, hate, and delusion, this man takes life, steals, commits adultery, and tells lies; he prompts another too, to do likewise. Will that be long for his harm and ill?" ...
...when you yourselves know: 'These things are bad; these things are blamable; these things are censured by the wise; undertaken and observed, these things lead to harm and ill,' abandon them.

The disciple... who has a hate-free mind, a malice-free mind, an undefiled mind, and a purified mind, is one by whom four solaces are found here and now.

Suppose there is a hereafter and there is a fruit, result, of deeds done well or ill. Then it is possible that at the dissolution of the body after death, I shall arise in the heavenly world, which is possessed of the state of bliss. This is the first solace...

Suppose there is no hereafter and there is no fruit, no result, of deeds done well or ill. Yet in this world, here and now, free from hatred, free from malice, safe and sound, and happy, I keep myself. This is the second solace...

Suppose evil results befall an evil-doer. I, however, think of doing evil to no one. Then, how can ill results affect me who do no evil deed? This is the third solace...
Suppose evil results do not befall an evil-doer. Then I see myself purified in any case. This is the fourth solace...

--- SIDDHARTHA GAUTAMA BUDDHA

2006-05-14T14:27:00.000+08:00

It is a mistake to believe that a science consists in nothing but conclusively proved propositions, and it is unjust to demand that it should. It is a demand only made by those who feel a craving for authority in some form and a need to replace the religious catechism by something else, even if it be a scientific one. Science in its catechism has but few apodictic precepts; it consists mainly of statements which it has developed to varying degrees of probability. The capacity to be content with these approximations to certainty and the ability to carry on constructive work despite the lack of final confirmation are actually a mark of the scientific habit of mind.

-- Freud

2006-05-14T14:25:00.000+08:00

Anyone who wants to know the human psyche will learn next to nothing from experimental psychology. He would be better advised to abandon exact science, put away his scholar's gown, bid farewell to his study, and wander with human heart throught the world. There in the horrors of prisons, lunatic asylums and hospitals, in drab suburban pubs, in brothels and gambling-hells, in the salons of the elegant, the Stock Exchanges, socialist meetings, churches, revivalist gatherings and ecstatic sects, through love and hate, through the experience of passion in every form in his own body, he would reap richer stores of knowledge than text-books a foot thick could give him, and he will know how to doctor the sick with a real knowledge of the human soul.

-- Carl Jung

a night piece

2006-05-13T18:15:00.000+08:00

      THE sky is overcast
     With a continuous cloud of texture close,
     Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
     Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
     A dull, contracted circle, yielding light
     So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls,
     Chequering the ground--from rock, plant, tree, or tower.
     At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam
     Startles the pensive traveller while he treads
     His lonesome path, with unobserving eye                        
     Bent earthwards; he looks up--the clouds are split
     Asunder,--and above his head he sees
     The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens.
     There, in a black-blue vault she sails along,
     Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small
     And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss
     Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away,
     Yet vanish not!--the wind is in the tree,
     But they are silent;--still they roll along
     Immeasurably distant; and the vault,                           
     Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds,
     Still deepens its unfathomable depth.
     At length the Vision closes; and the mind,
     Not undisturbed by the delight it feels,
     Which slowly settles into peaceful calm,
     Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.

wordsworth

once I took your face

2006-05-13T18:14:00.000+08:00

Once I took your face into
my hands. Moonlight fell on it.
Most incomprehensible object
under overflowing tears.

Like something docile, that quietly endures,
it felt almost the way a thing feels.
And yet there was no being in that chill
night, which endlessly eludes me.

O these places toward which we surge,
pushing into the scant surfaces
all the waves of our heart,
our pleasures and our weaknesses,
and to whom do we finally hold them out?

To the stranger, who misunderstood us,
to the other, whom we never found,
to those slaves, who bound us,
to the spring winds, which promptly vanished,
and to silence, that spendthrift.

Rilke

you who never arrived

2006-05-13T18:12:00.000+08:00

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me--the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...

rainer maria rilke

2006-05-09T16:33:00.000+08:00

It's funny how dumb some guys can get when you see them in those chatrooms. They'll just pop a seemingly friendly question...

hi! asl? me 23 m chi sg... you?

which eventually leads to...

wanna go out and meet and dinner?

and then the final words...

u open? wanna sex?

It's hilarious, posing as a girl and watching them excite themselves. Hahaha.