Sunday, June 25, 2006
I read this myth somewhere. "It went something like how we're all made of stars, basically carbon, and when stars die, they fall to earth and form humans. So we go through life finding our soulmates - the very ones who were from the same dead star as you. Some are lucky and find them in their lifetime, others go through life never finding that true love that transcends all time. I find that incredibly romantic and moving."I don't know whether people today still believe in love at first sight, meeting that someone, believing that someone is the one, loving that someone, spending life loving that someone and a happy ending and yea, we can all go home finishing that pack of popcorn and overjoyed over the fact that something so beautiful exist. Sadly well in the first place, we couldn't believe we're all made of stars (unless you have eaten too much honeystar and believed pigs could fly) and secondly, people nowadays are too realistic to believe in fairy tale and selling away the glass slipper for money instead of exchanging for a beautiful princess and ya, let's not forget renting a white horse would go at a rate of $80 per hour and galloping down the graceful streets of Orchard with a sword in one hand might simply get you ended up in somewhere more fantasy-tic than what you could imagine. But still, it's a beautiful thought, unpolluted by the complicated minds of many, where restriction, culture, religion, finance etc comes into the whole picture. Maybe we can see the world with a simplier eyes, a pair of naive one where what we see is what we get. Where love is just that simple, you love me and I love you back and where people are that uncomplicated, no betrayal, no mistrust, no backstabbing. Well wouldn't it be tiring to think that one day a book shelf is going to drop on you and the next second you are dead. Red light - Fear, Dead, Negative thoughts; Green light - Relax, Enjoy life, Positive thoughts. Life, it's short, if you have so much time thinking any book shelf could crush you to death, I would rather spend that time enjoying my cup of coffee and my daily Straits Time in my other hand. I am a dreamer, and ya, I am so going to finish that box of honeystar and surprisingly, pigs could fly, "Airpork" in exact. :)
8:56 PM
Saturday, June 24, 2006
what would happen if all graffiti writers overnight would write their names backwards? it is a cheap paperback cliche of occultism that reading the bible backwards will undo the universe while the devil supposedly can be heard by playing certain records backwards..It is enough to mention Babylon, that ancient dystopia of linguistic diversion, to remind you that messing with the structure of language has always been considered to be dangerous. It is the power of computers to generate all permutations that can be made by combining according to different rules a certain range of tokens..It would not be hard to code a small software running on your pockey PC or mobile phone that would tell you what combinations could be made with words you encounter while out on your game: the man-machine graffiti interface..
unlucky koreans, the sole representative of asia, has also been booted out of the competition..what a pity..hai..anw..my italians are in..next stop, bring on the Aussies..its time for revenge..Guus Hiddink..
8:32 PM
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
by our nature, our auras attract things that we want and need.Force animates us and intention guides our minds to manipulate us such that we move towards what we seek, those things we invoke early and often will show up, in the manner they can. But we suffer from eg0-scaffolding that burdens us down with a whole complex of "memes". And a great number of them lead to all sorts of contradiction and negative-around-which we form identities. Thought processes and behaviour pattern begin to take on a life of their own, and for all intents and purposes, may as well be demonic in nature. Whether they exist inside or outside of matters little. Our subject and object collapse such that these entities dwell on the limit-point of self-definition. And a lot of them revolve around statements like"i dont really need to be wealthy" or "i am poor"..
7:51 PM
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
finally!! i had cleared my duties for this month..cant u believe it? 3 duties in a week? esp in a period where my brain is flooded with scenes of goal , goal and of coz, more goals!!! now i can finally settle down and enjoy my world cup already..yeah...
anw, though i never had a good impression of the japanese..but i have to say, the japanese soccer team is full of handsome players..almost the whole team!! oh man!! their looks and their hairstyles..almost perfect..2nd only to my dearest italians..lol..and well, both of them wear blue!! this describe my taste..definitely..lol..
8:25 PM
Thursday, June 15, 2006
I was watching the grammy's which i downloaded long ago.....i was sticking my neck out to see those cool dudes, those divas of song, those rappers with the bling bling (no wonder they need shades) and then i saw her......she was sitting in her assigned seat, a new initiate into this business called music....there were many more professional singers sitting around her, but she stood out. She is Kelly Clarkson. You might be saying, "Oh no! another idol freak!" Not a freak, but an admirer of the someone who said in 2001 that she would love to sing at the grammy's and she did...but she just didn't sing...she won 2 grammy's! I am in love......with persistence, with dreams fulfilled. We need role models like her....if we could stick out our heads like that, we could see rainbows. We could sing at the grammy's.....ok maybe not, but we could win the applause of many for staying the course and seeing dreams materialize....o yah...she's a babe too!
anw italians won..and in fact..they won comfortably..wat a performance..bring on the brazilians..yeah..lol..
2:40 AM
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
my favourite team, the handsome italians are going to play later in the morning..i have been anticipating this moment for a very very long time...can they over come the tough-tackling team from Africa? hopefully they will...blue is the colour, and italians are the men..yeah..ole..
12:32 AM
Monday, June 12, 2006
I wonder, if there comes a day when no one can reach me on my phone, when no one sees me online anymore, when no one sees me around, when those who bothers actually comes knocking on my door only to find the whole house empty, who will care enough about me to find out what happened? Who will spend the time and money to track me down? Will anyone miss me?Or will you just continue your everyday life?For most people, I am nothing but a blip on their radar.Even if the blip's gone,they still wake up everyday, brush their teeth, go to school, study, come back home, sleep.Even if I had been a good student,even if I had been a good friend,even if I had been a good lover,it doesn't matter.When I vanish,nobody stops functioning.Nobody lives in the memories of me.Because memories are of the past,and the clock now is still ticking.Everyone knows that,everyone but me..
time for a change..
2:30 AM
Sunday, June 11, 2006
I think gathering and meeting up with families and friends is a powerful metaphor of community; it's a wonderful reminder that inspite of our busy lives, our hurried lives, anxious to make businesses a success, as we become more competitive to stop and return to how it all started. When a husband and his bride chose to spend their lives together, to write a new chapter and start a legacy for future generations to follow. It was a decision that was filled with risks; no one told them how. It was a time to learn about each other, to accept faults and weaknesses and the challenges of turning them into strengths. It was a time of trial and also a time of joy, to see children develop into adults who accept their identities and find their calling in the game of Life....and to see the next generation being raised up. The beauty of community....let's not forget it, even as we strive to be individualistic.....
8:10 PM
Thursday, June 08, 2006
From where the stark-paper white pages of sour crisp fragrance has been left off; I have begun to write in my handwritten journal, once again. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Of each and every individual who mattered and matters, whom I hold close to my heart; of every little riot and events that have been a part in shaping the boy I am today. Like I knew something is going to happen. In time, everything will fade. But I just want to write. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Like I knew something is going to happen...its just weird..
12:40 AM
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception.
The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Neo: Because I choose to.
I am 'The One'
2:18 AM
Thursday, June 01, 2006
An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero, and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When he wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone. Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race
10:18 AM
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