Prélude

well everything has a start

underneath my skin

explore beyond the seeming

i wish x 3

somehow i know they will never come true

my bucket list

before i kick the bucket...

i still remember the warmth, the smell of grass, and that scene that will never change..





if continue holding on to something gives you nothing but turmoils, even if it was something you once endeared a lot, i'd rather let go..





After contemplating and being bugged for almost an hour at the camera shop..

Me: I think I'll get the sony one.. Thanks.. *smiles miserably*
Camera Uncle: *keeps the olympus camera he was promoting earlier back into the cabinet displeasingly*

I perceived he's quite pissed about me turning down his offer so I thought I should apologize and be a good boy for the day.. (since i juz came back from service)

Me: Sorry for holding you up.. Haha..
Camera Uncle: u tink tink tink so long i want to sleep liao ah.. neber mind one..
Me: Yeah.. Especially when you're getting older..
Camera Uncle: *stare*

i tink the cross gonna fall on me one day, some day. and tampines one really has many interesting people. i shall call them 'mutants'.

1) A confused waitress who mistook her restaurant as some army camps and started telling me the rules & regulations when i was about to make my order. She also mistook me for a kid and started explaining to me the fish & co ice blended beverages are actually big enough for 2 and not the size of shots. and when i wanted to order something from the kids' menu since almost all the appetizers were not available, her reply was, 'sorry kids menu only for 12 and below' (i shall name her after Mystique - Mistook)

2) Another waiter who speaks with a heavy tagalog accent and claimed that his restaurant doesn't serve ice water unless i ask for it, as if his ice were imported from antartica. (iceman)

3) Camera Uncle mentioned above. (Juggernaut's replica - dickhead)







One night, a father overheard his son prays,

"Dear God, make me the kind of man my Daddy is."

Later that night, the Father prays,

"Dear God, make me the kind of man my son wants me to be."







When they were younger,
Still youthful, physically abled and vital,
They could've walked faster.

When we were toddlers,
Still innocent, fragile and crawling like little turtles,
They slowed their paces to let us hold on to so that we could walk better.

Now that we are all grown-ups,
Enjoying the urbanic vibrancy and pursuing our dreams so high up,
With a gait so fast they could no longer catch up.

And they are getting older,
Ailing but still wiliing to keep the house in order,
While hoping the best for our endeavours.

Shouldn't we slow our paces too?
To let our mums catch up and hold on to?

They really could've walked faster last time.. You know?







Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.

3 passions - Bertrant Russel







There was this small island and the only source of power for all the inhabitants was a generator. Well, one day it stopped working and the islanders began to panic. There were two mechanics that could possibly fix the machine on the island, and they decided to call the one they believed who had the most extensive training. This young man had an transcendent education littered with degrees and certificates in engine repair and had his erudition attained from one of the newest and modern schools that had the latest technology.

The young man worked on the generator all day, dimantling and assembling the parts several times but to no avail. Frustrated he even kicked and banged on it a few times. He just could not seem to warrant for his incompetence and explain what was wrong with the machine.

Presumably they called for the other older mechanic who had a far less formalized education and had acquired most of his knowledge directly from some of the greatest generator mechanics from the mainland. This bloke approached the generator and walked around it poring extremely hard. He stood for a second, and thenceforward, as if knocking on a door, he loudly knocked on the generator twice. To the amazement of everyone, it stupendously started up! The mechanic left and sent them a bill for five thousand dollars and fifty cents.

Though the islanders were quite delighted with the results, the bill seemed way too excessive since he was only there for twenty seconds and all he did was knock on the generators twice. "Come on!" They complained, "$5,000.50 for two knocks, that's crazy!"

The old mechanic replied, "No, no. The fifty cents is for the knocks; for I only charge twenty-five cents per knock. The five thousand dollars, that's for knowing where to knock."







in the middle of the night when i believe i must be sleeping and offline..

XXXXX sent 5/13/2009 12:27 AM:
i think you will vomit now if you are in my shoes lor. cos your twin brother is like spewing vulgarities out of his rotten mouth in the background la.
XXXXX sent 5/13/2009 12:28 AM:
he is so disgusting he should just DIE.

he's so cute.. HAHA!











Trail of undulating and warped beliefs,
I stagger.
Chant of nonedescript and archaic syllables,
I stutter.

Rays of light rushed into the room through the window of cold metal.
Specks of dust reflected clearly upon the glass and flatware glisten.
Yet I fumble around in the darkness rummaging for something long lost.
I am blatantly debasing myself.

Waves of ineffable and sinister morbidity,
I shudder.
Reveries of unrelieved and misleading falsity,
I spawn.

Under the embrace of warmth from Mother Nature the flowers wither.
The living beings make space while the dead walk the Earth.
Hitting on the black & white ivory keys I play the sad melodies of a tune once bubbly.
I am aware of the bellowing distended shadows behind me.

Alas! I can only helplessly behold myself diminishing.







This is interesting: 100 movies to see before you die

sadly i've only seen less than 10.. =[







Native English speakers often poke fun of the strange English found in Japanese advertising and whatnot. What about strange Japanese? I was watching Resident Evil lll - Extinction, when I noticed the above sign in a scene in Tokyo where zombies roamed the street. Those that don't understand Japanese will go "meh" and move on. Those that do, like me, will probably start scratching their heads and find themselves in a shroud of quaintness. Let me explain:

The Kanji, or the Japanese characters, have absolutely nothing to do with "Tokyo Metro" or "Zatoichi Square". It looked like they picked random characters out: 夜空雪風 "Night, sky, snow, wind" and 考楽火月星 "Thought, music, fire, moon, star." Who the fuck are they trying to con man? If it were Tokyo Metro it would be written 東京地下鉄 or 東京メトロ or simply JR (Japan Railway). I'm not sure about Zatoichi Square, because from what I know through my several trips to Tokyo it doesn't seem to exist. I mean c'mon they spent millions to create this blockbuster movie, why can't they spend a little more effort by asking the sushi maker in Little Japan in downtown LA or some chicks from Tokyo how to write 'Tokyo Metro' in Japanese? And if they're kind enough they won't even charge you for that.

Maybe I wasn't the only one that noticed it. But anyway, I found it hilarious, it's as if they didn't expect people who know Japanese to watch it. Idiots! Or maybe it's some post-apocalyptic Tokyo where all the characters are changed and don't make sense anymore. (zombies language?) Congratulations, Paul W. S. Anderson and his team! Your ability to mangle the Japanese language has impressed us all.





It was a placid and cooling afternoon. I was surfing facebook when I came across the fangroup of this irresistable & dainty designer label - LV.

It is unanimously agreed that owning a LV bag or wallet is voluptuous. It enthralls everyone with its exquisiteness and makes us spend thousands to buy them of our own volition. (if you notice someone prominently emaciated and owns a new LV bag out of a sudden you should know how many times he or she has fainted!) I believe this fever will never deaden and the absurd caprice of turning away from it will never occur.

For me, I personally feel that owning a designer label product is not for its usability or utility at all. It is a piece of iconography used to express individual identity. And most of all, it's PRETTY. I would also like to institute an awareness that people should stop pursuing these products blindly! Apparently this is a game for the riches, and no glamour can conceal the fact that you skipped lunch for half a year just to own a branded product.

OK so i was at this fangroup, and a post alluding to lessons on LV whetted me. Initially I thought I would gain something beneficial from the post, because it was stated 'lessons', but to my dismay it was nothing more than a 2 cents worth article pervaded with nonsensical racism and imbalance judgements which brought tumultuous effects among the readers.

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Desmond Pereira (Australia) wrote on December 16, 2008 at 2:43pm

Why is it that so-called fans of Louis Vuitton can't actually pronounce his name and know little or nothing of the Vuitton Heritage, so they call the label "LV"? They don't even realise Louis is long dead!

In my opinion, if you can't pronounce the name and don't know the history and heritage of the products, you really shouldn't be sporting this line of baggage and accessories.

Sorry fans, but Vuitton has a certain class and sophistication about the label dating back a long time and it has a certain chic about it.

Too many young things (especially the Asian Market) who buy their bags don't know a thing about the label. One really needs Class to carry off this line.

It's like wearing a Rolex or Longines watch, or Chanel or Dior or Gucci, in fact, any great designer label for that matter. So come on fans, at least learn a little about the heritage of this brand or learn how to pronounce the name correctly instead of "LV" before you are seen flashing your bags in public!

My sister and I have been collecting Vuitton luggage and accessories since 1985. She still does, but I don't. Owning Vuitton has become so common, that anyone in the world with a bit of new money can afford to buy these products (genuine or replica), but yet have no class, manners, personality nor education; but money cannot buy class, unfortunately.

I used to work for Vuitton in Sydney a few years ago where knowing Japanese language was an essential part of employment and I still have friends who work there. I now work in an environment that features permanent in-house Vuitton displays for their city salon and I'm surrounded by their ever changing display of products on a weekly basis.

Most of the Asian clients I meet own Vuitton or some other major designer bag or accessory; but they are new money, extremely rude, have very poor manners, no education and a very common outlook - but they have a lot of money to throw around.

It's not about knowing their products, but about the heritage and history (featured in movies through the years/ celebrity advertising/artwork/etc) and how to behave professionally when sporting a prestige designer label.

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Richard Louis Beh's replies to Desmond's post on January 16, 2009 at 10:30am

so you're trying to say only westerners like u deserve to own LV? i mean c'mon u r not selling LV. u r not LV himself. wat right do u have to make remarks on asians on the perspective of LV?

i have to admit tat LV is a great designer and buyers definitely need to have some 'class' to own them. look at the price!! i admit i know little of him because i'm not in the fashion industry. BUT DO I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE DESIGNER IN ORDER TO BUY THEIR GOODS!!! IF THAT'S SO ALL THE BRANDED LABELS ARE SO NOT GONNA SELL THEIR GOODS CUZ EVERYONE NEEDS TO STUDY AT LEAST 1 YEAR ABOUT THE DESIGNERS BEFORE OWNING THEM!! AND DO ALL THE WHITES WHO CARRY LV KNOW ABOUT LV?!!!

i'm from asia and all of us here carry LV. WE CAN AFFORD!! WE LIKE CALLING IT LV. THEY ARE WILLING TO SELL US! SO SHUT UP AND GO HOP AROUND WITH THE KANGEROOS DOWN UNDER! MORON!!

oh ya u keep mentioning about the 'young things'..

u'll never understand the 'young things' cuz you're an old FAGGOT! you'll never get your youth no matter how many LV bags u carry or how much you know about LV. no wonder u're so interested in the history of LV. BACAUSE YOU YOURSELF ARE GONNA BECOME A HISTORY SOON. OLD THING!

i suggest u go for botox on both your face and ass.. cuz your ass is sagging.

and i tink u're a gay.

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And guess what. I have my own supporters now. =]









a nice tune. and i love the pictures. =]

hyde park corner

tell them what you heard

nightmares

don't look back in anger

les garçons et filles

(boys & girls)

the great escape

gasp some fresh air

fondest of all

let it flow let it flow

épilogue

everything has an end too