Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Its that time of the year again!
(WOOOOOO!!!)
The BURFDAY WISH LIST!
This is for my adorable clueless friends:
1. i-Pod nano with video recording function (16GB)
2. Super Chio Leather Money Clip (Gucci? haha!)
3. Pedro Vouchers ($100?)
4. Converse Hi-cut x Metallica '...and justice for all' (size 7 [yes small feet...])
5. Starwalker by Mont Blanc Men Eau de Toilette (75ml)
6. Topmen Vouchers ($100?)
Although i don't really celebrate X'mas, this is my same list. ;)
(WOOOOOO!!!)
The BURFDAY WISH LIST!
This is for my adorable clueless friends:
1. i-Pod nano with video recording function (16GB)
2. Super Chio Leather Money Clip (Gucci? haha!)
3. Pedro Vouchers ($100?)
4. Converse Hi-cut x Metallica '...and justice for all' (size 7 [yes small feet...])
5. Starwalker by Mont Blanc Men Eau de Toilette (75ml)
6. Topmen Vouchers ($100?)
Although i don't really celebrate X'mas, this is my same list. ;)
dropping the beat @ 9:52 AM.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Every cell in my body is screaming
Run! Flee! Begone!
But my feet are bound
Chained by a heavy heart
Weighted by the essence
of everything and nothing
We die and die again
But wake up a new man everyday
Run! Flee! Begone!
But my feet are bound
Chained by a heavy heart
Weighted by the essence
of everything and nothing
We die and die again
But wake up a new man everyday
dropping the beat @ 1:39 PM.
hope.
If nothing else, we will always have hope.
Hope of getting to work on time.
Hope of striking it rich.
Hope of finding love?
leap.
It takes a whole freaking lot but please do jump in.
The water is warm.
boundaries.
Push it.
Regret later,
Or never at all.
If nothing else, we will always have hope.
Hope of getting to work on time.
Hope of striking it rich.
Hope of finding love?
leap.
It takes a whole freaking lot but please do jump in.
The water is warm.
boundaries.
Push it.
Regret later,
Or never at all.
dropping the beat @ 11:04 AM.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The moral dilemma we face everyday can be quite silly sometimes.
There's no oncoming vehicles but the green man hasn't come on yet, do i cross the road?
Just dropped a piece of ultra delectable gummy bear (and its not the cheapskate kind) but no one saw, do i be a pig and pick it up off the floor and into my salivating mouth? (yes, it has also gone past the 3 secs mark)
What would you do?
There's no oncoming vehicles but the green man hasn't come on yet, do i cross the road?
Just dropped a piece of ultra delectable gummy bear (and its not the cheapskate kind) but no one saw, do i be a pig and pick it up off the floor and into my salivating mouth? (yes, it has also gone past the 3 secs mark)
What would you do?
dropping the beat @ 11:30 PM.
Its time.
dropping the beat @ 2:32 AM.
Monday, August 17, 2009
We all have our own poison in life. Be it the older married man we are seeing and can't get rid of no matter how hard we try to end it, or the nicotine addiction we have that is actually more of a habit than anything else but we just refuse to cut the cankerous tumor out of our life.
I think poisons are important to us, it gives us the comfort we need to get through the daily perils that we brave each day.
Wise man say: choose your poison wisely.
I say: poison yourself generously. Go forth and be free.
I think poisons are important to us, it gives us the comfort we need to get through the daily perils that we brave each day.
Wise man say: choose your poison wisely.
I say: poison yourself generously. Go forth and be free.
dropping the beat @ 10:14 PM.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Sometimes, you get too used to life's routine that when it throws you a curve ball, you don't know how to dodge it.
Then its time for a reflection. What have you done with your life so far? Have you been an angel? Have you worked as hard as you could have? Did you achieve the things you set out to 5 years ago? Have you been a good son? A good employee? A good friend?
Take a step back, review your life and gain some perspective. The world is slowly encroaching upon your naivete. Never again allow life to throw that curve ball without you seeing it coming.
Peace out.
Then its time for a reflection. What have you done with your life so far? Have you been an angel? Have you worked as hard as you could have? Did you achieve the things you set out to 5 years ago? Have you been a good son? A good employee? A good friend?
Take a step back, review your life and gain some perspective. The world is slowly encroaching upon your naivete. Never again allow life to throw that curve ball without you seeing it coming.
Peace out.
dropping the beat @ 12:53 AM.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
dropping the beat @ 1:54 AM.
Uninspired. To say the least.
dropping the beat @ 1:53 AM.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I miss sprinting. The only sport I was remotely good at. The exhilaration before the start of the dash, the anticipation leading up to the sound of the gun and the split second when your brain sends the signal to your legs to go at full throttle.
Then comes the fight against inertia in the first 10 meters up to the point where inertia picks up and you have to start fighting to keep up with the inertia, that is when the real battle starts.
The sound of blood pounding in your head, drowned by the whizzing of the wind past your ear. Adrenaline rushing, deep gasps of air fill the lungs and leg muscles screaming from the burst of movements.
Finally comes the finish line and the sweat glands catching up with the action as you pant like a dog with clothes drenched in perspiration. The throbbing in your head slowly subsides and you are aware of your surroundings again.
I didn't finish last. Sweet.
Then comes the fight against inertia in the first 10 meters up to the point where inertia picks up and you have to start fighting to keep up with the inertia, that is when the real battle starts.
The sound of blood pounding in your head, drowned by the whizzing of the wind past your ear. Adrenaline rushing, deep gasps of air fill the lungs and leg muscles screaming from the burst of movements.
Finally comes the finish line and the sweat glands catching up with the action as you pant like a dog with clothes drenched in perspiration. The throbbing in your head slowly subsides and you are aware of your surroundings again.
I didn't finish last. Sweet.
dropping the beat @ 11:51 PM.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Finally, someone cracked the myserious quote that floated into my mind on a random late night before logging off.
"He who farts shall live long and hard"
"I am just an excuse for your existence"
I pondered over it and even exchange mind blowing thought experiments involving questioning my very own existence and doubting this world even exist.
On a random work afternoon, SH solved it just like that. Here is a blow by blow account of how she did it:
m!cheLLe says (5:07 PM):
i love your nick
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:10 PM):
haha
but it doesnt make sense
m!cheLLe says (5:13 PM):
but its like the other party is living for you
isnt it?
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:15 PM):
but its an excuse.. not a reason
m!cheLLe says (5:16 PM):
an excuse is even beta isnt it?
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:18 PM):
means the other person isnt worh existing issit
m!cheLLe says (5:19 PM):
correct!
exist for you onlie...and tats oreadi an excuse
without the excuse...he or she is nothing
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:19 PM):
u solved the mystery!
Now I can rest easy, sleep peacefully and eat properly.
"I am just an excuse for your existence"
I pondered over it and even exchange mind blowing thought experiments involving questioning my very own existence and doubting this world even exist.
On a random work afternoon, SH solved it just like that. Here is a blow by blow account of how she did it:
m!cheLLe says (5:07 PM):
i love your nick
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:10 PM):
haha
but it doesnt make sense
m!cheLLe says (5:13 PM):
but its like the other party is living for you
isnt it?
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:15 PM):
but its an excuse.. not a reason
m!cheLLe says (5:16 PM):
an excuse is even beta isnt it?
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:18 PM):
means the other person isnt worh existing issit
m!cheLLe says (5:19 PM):
correct!
exist for you onlie...and tats oreadi an excuse
without the excuse...he or she is nothing
Naijiz has a PA -.- says (5:19 PM):
u solved the mystery!
Now I can rest easy, sleep peacefully and eat properly.
dropping the beat @ 7:20 PM.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
When you were younger, you'd probably think that you would grow up, finish studying and start work, earn your first million, start a beautiful family and die a ripe old age. As you grow older, you start to realise (to your great dismay) the fine plan you had as a child might need a teeny weeny bit of fine tuning.
Its just like how a child would start squeezing poster colours onto his palette and get all excited thinking about the wonderful drawing he is going to paint and the awesome technicolour splendor he is going to unleash on his drawing block until the kick in the groin comes; the art teacher handed out a black piece of paper for him to paint on.
So the child thinks to himself, its alright... no big deal... I will just use my awesome poster colours to paint over the blackness of the paper. But try as he might, he will never be able to achieve the painting that he started out to paint. All that vivid colours sullen by the piece of black paper.
I'm going to reveal my best piece of poetry yet:
Its Friday!
YAY!
Its just like how a child would start squeezing poster colours onto his palette and get all excited thinking about the wonderful drawing he is going to paint and the awesome technicolour splendor he is going to unleash on his drawing block until the kick in the groin comes; the art teacher handed out a black piece of paper for him to paint on.
So the child thinks to himself, its alright... no big deal... I will just use my awesome poster colours to paint over the blackness of the paper. But try as he might, he will never be able to achieve the painting that he started out to paint. All that vivid colours sullen by the piece of black paper.
I'm going to reveal my best piece of poetry yet:
Its Friday!
YAY!
dropping the beat @ 11:00 PM.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
dropping the beat @ 1:52 AM.
We didn't really keep in contact much.
We didn't really keep in contact at all.
From time to time, we'd bump into each other,
the usual updates we exchange off another.
You used to tell me sad stories,
of broken relationships and going poly.
I met you at a bus-stop once,
I could tell, once again, you could dance.
Saw your valedictorian speech tonight,
I am so proud everything turn out right.
We didn't really keep in contact at all.
From time to time, we'd bump into each other,
the usual updates we exchange off another.
You used to tell me sad stories,
of broken relationships and going poly.
I met you at a bus-stop once,
I could tell, once again, you could dance.
Saw your valedictorian speech tonight,
I am so proud everything turn out right.
dropping the beat @ 12:36 AM.
Friday, July 10, 2009
More and more, I am beginning to think that what I'm pursuing is really just a piece of toilet paper. There is no academic depth to what I am studying right now. Everything is just very pragmatic and we don't even get to shape our academic profile towards our interests, its just like those silly set meals on St Valentine's Day where the restaurants refuse to take ala carte orders.
If you really sit down and think about it, something is definitely amiss.
I am getting a Bachelor of Communications from Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology via proxy, Singapore Institute of Management... none of the institution is remotely linked to Communications!
Ok. Whatever.
"Billy Jean she's not my girl... ...the kid is not my son" -Where did you think Usher got his moves from?
If you really sit down and think about it, something is definitely amiss.
I am getting a Bachelor of Communications from Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology via proxy, Singapore Institute of Management... none of the institution is remotely linked to Communications!
Ok. Whatever.
"Billy Jean she's not my girl... ...the kid is not my son" -Where did you think Usher got his moves from?
dropping the beat @ 12:17 AM.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I should so get this.
dropping the beat @ 10:59 PM.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sleepiness in the afternoon drove me to go to the canteen to order a cup of coffee.
I walked confidently to the coffee lady and ordered in an indignant tone:
"Kopi-O gao, bao"
The reality of my order hit me as I saw the coffee lady put the lid on without adding milk.
FML
I walked confidently to the coffee lady and ordered in an indignant tone:
"Kopi-O gao, bao"
The reality of my order hit me as I saw the coffee lady put the lid on without adding milk.
FML
dropping the beat @ 4:13 PM.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Looking back now, I see the cracks more evidently than ever. I'm not the least bit bothered but its just an observation that I have to flush out of my system.
The things we did,
were never really for each other.
The stuff we bought,
were never really for each other.
Just like the watch we got,
for each other.
We,
were never really for each other.
The things we did,
were never really for each other.
The stuff we bought,
were never really for each other.
Just like the watch we got,
for each other.
We,
were never really for each other.
dropping the beat @ 3:46 AM.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I think you will eventually reach a certain age in your life when you no longer want to exist in the game and you just want to have fun.
You know, like throw away your inhibitions, clubbing is just to enjoy the music and have fun dancing instead of always trying to hunt. Have fun over trying to look cool, drink instead of giving out drinks, dance instead of dry humping.
Girls have more fun clubbing anyways, they just have to tactically fend off unattractive guys trying to get a piece of them, besides that, its pretty much fun time dancing with their gal pals. Guys on the other hand are pathetic creatures in clubs (most of them anyways), squeezing in and out and trying to get into that already overcrowded 'circle' around the girls. Total losers. I admit I used to be one of them, what can I say, I was going through a phase of folly.
Bright idea: Go clubbing on gay's night and be the 'girl' for once and feel how its like being picked up.
You know, like throw away your inhibitions, clubbing is just to enjoy the music and have fun dancing instead of always trying to hunt. Have fun over trying to look cool, drink instead of giving out drinks, dance instead of dry humping.
Girls have more fun clubbing anyways, they just have to tactically fend off unattractive guys trying to get a piece of them, besides that, its pretty much fun time dancing with their gal pals. Guys on the other hand are pathetic creatures in clubs (most of them anyways), squeezing in and out and trying to get into that already overcrowded 'circle' around the girls. Total losers. I admit I used to be one of them, what can I say, I was going through a phase of folly.
Bright idea: Go clubbing on gay's night and be the 'girl' for once and feel how its like being picked up.
dropping the beat @ 8:37 PM.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I think FB should look into developing an app that helps people study for exam.
Like upload your lecture notes or something, and the app will block all FB functions until you finish reading a certain quota of your notes before FB restore your functions for 10 minutes.
I think its a worthwhile app for academia purposes.
Look into it FB and other FB app developers.
It'll help all the poor souls camping on FB the day before exams.
Like upload your lecture notes or something, and the app will block all FB functions until you finish reading a certain quota of your notes before FB restore your functions for 10 minutes.
I think its a worthwhile app for academia purposes.
Look into it FB and other FB app developers.
It'll help all the poor souls camping on FB the day before exams.
dropping the beat @ 12:43 AM.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Scrolling through FB to show my mum what is FB
Found this pic.
FML
as we proceed further...
FML x2
this was when I staged a "Firefox not responding" and told her 'computer spoil'
FMFL
Found this pic.FML
as we proceed further...FML x2
this was when I staged a "Firefox not responding" and told her 'computer spoil'FMFL
dropping the beat @ 12:57 AM.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Was just walking down the street when I saw this couple holding hands. I mean, its normal right? Couples, holding hands. The girl's hand looked abit out of place though, like its caught in an awkward position (her limbs looked abit longer than most people) but it looks like she has been accustomed to holding hands that way for a long time now. Maybe.
This triggered a thought process in my weird little head. Why do couple have to hold hands when they go out? Even though it might be uncomfortable for some, such as sweaty palms and awkward length of arms or having to adjust walking pattern so as to not knock into an on coming bicycle or something.
Is it because we are cultured to do so in order to lay claims on our other halves, or is it because this is how the media has implanted in us the depiction of how you should treat a loved one. Is there a fundamental reason why we should be holding hands as opposed to entwining our legs while we walk? If 500 years ago, the authors of romantic novels started writing:
'they locked their legs in everlasting love and walked romantically down towards the sunset with their fate intertwined as with their legs'
Would we be walking like mutant ducks now when we go out with our other halves?I mean scientifically speaking, you don't see animals having that kind of affection for each other i.e. holding hands or hooking on to each other when they walk, so is it natural for humans or is it something we inculcated into our society?
Anw its just a random thought.
I love holding hands and taking walks along the beach at night.
This triggered a thought process in my weird little head. Why do couple have to hold hands when they go out? Even though it might be uncomfortable for some, such as sweaty palms and awkward length of arms or having to adjust walking pattern so as to not knock into an on coming bicycle or something.
Is it because we are cultured to do so in order to lay claims on our other halves, or is it because this is how the media has implanted in us the depiction of how you should treat a loved one. Is there a fundamental reason why we should be holding hands as opposed to entwining our legs while we walk? If 500 years ago, the authors of romantic novels started writing:
'they locked their legs in everlasting love and walked romantically down towards the sunset with their fate intertwined as with their legs'
Would we be walking like mutant ducks now when we go out with our other halves?I mean scientifically speaking, you don't see animals having that kind of affection for each other i.e. holding hands or hooking on to each other when they walk, so is it natural for humans or is it something we inculcated into our society?
Anw its just a random thought.
I love holding hands and taking walks along the beach at night.
dropping the beat @ 7:31 PM.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
dropping the beat @ 6:20 AM.
Friday, June 26, 2009
dropping the beat @ 2:27 AM.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I have been falling asleep at night. Involuntarily.
I don't know what is going on! I'd get off from work, go home, catch a few eps of PBs and I'd fall asleep and move myself onto my bed and the next thing I know, its already 7am in the morning and time for work.
I feel cheated of my life! Where has my energy gone to? Where has all my late night stamina gone to? Has the 2 screens at work sapped all energy from me (just like how the female ghost used to suck 'human spirit' from the men she slept with) and when I return home I'm just a carcass?
Maybe I should really start working out. I heard people who works out have more energy, and the more they work out the more energetic they feel.
Gym anyone?
I don't know what is going on! I'd get off from work, go home, catch a few eps of PBs and I'd fall asleep and move myself onto my bed and the next thing I know, its already 7am in the morning and time for work.
I feel cheated of my life! Where has my energy gone to? Where has all my late night stamina gone to? Has the 2 screens at work sapped all energy from me (just like how the female ghost used to suck 'human spirit' from the men she slept with) and when I return home I'm just a carcass?
Maybe I should really start working out. I heard people who works out have more energy, and the more they work out the more energetic they feel.
Gym anyone?
dropping the beat @ 9:42 AM.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Ridiculous Work Desk
Do I look like I have 4 hands and 4 eyes?
dropping the beat @ 4:31 PM.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
"Call me
Call me
Baby Baby
Call me now"
Project night
Project fright
Project flight
dropping the beat @ 7:47 PM.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Painful memories are usually attached to good times.
That is why it becomes painful when the good times are lost.
Sometimes, we just got to let go of the pain and relish the good times.
Because as we grow older, we can only seek comfort in the past,
as we move towards the future and dominate the present.
That is why it becomes painful when the good times are lost.
Sometimes, we just got to let go of the pain and relish the good times.
Because as we grow older, we can only seek comfort in the past,
as we move towards the future and dominate the present.
dropping the beat @ 2:39 AM.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I've come to realised that everyone is trying to get answers.
Either answers to pressing questions that have stalked them from their childhood or questions that they encounter as they grow and mature (is this word pronounced as mer-chure or mer-twer? I was brought up to pronounced it as mer-chure). I've also come to realise that the quest for answers drives the strongest emotions from us.
Whether it be:
Does she love me?
What if she doesn't love me?
What do I like?
What do I want to do with my life?
Am I good enough?
When am I ever going to drive a BMW?
What is life made of?
Why am I here on Earth?
or:
How far can I go before I break down?
How am I not good enough?
How did it turn out like that?
How do I get that perfect tan?
How do I get that perfect life?
Millions of questions. Millions of answers. Millions of different ways life could play out.
Live life. Loathe life.
For in loathing, just as the phoenix rises from the ashes of death, love comes.
But pain.
Pain is a whole other story.
Pain is like a drug. You get a momentary stimulation to the senses and just like a prisoner (of your own pathetic existence!) with Stockholm Syndrome, you fall in love with pain and it sticks to you for life.
"Live through this, and you won't look back"
Either answers to pressing questions that have stalked them from their childhood or questions that they encounter as they grow and mature (is this word pronounced as mer-chure or mer-twer? I was brought up to pronounced it as mer-chure). I've also come to realise that the quest for answers drives the strongest emotions from us.
Whether it be:
Does she love me?
What if she doesn't love me?
What do I like?
What do I want to do with my life?
Am I good enough?
When am I ever going to drive a BMW?
What is life made of?
Why am I here on Earth?
or:
How far can I go before I break down?
How am I not good enough?
How did it turn out like that?
How do I get that perfect tan?
How do I get that perfect life?
Millions of questions. Millions of answers. Millions of different ways life could play out.
Live life. Loathe life.
For in loathing, just as the phoenix rises from the ashes of death, love comes.
But pain.
Pain is a whole other story.
Pain is like a drug. You get a momentary stimulation to the senses and just like a prisoner (of your own pathetic existence!) with Stockholm Syndrome, you fall in love with pain and it sticks to you for life.
"Live through this, and you won't look back"
dropping the beat @ 7:17 PM.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Hope is for people who do not already live in grace.
dropping the beat @ 6:28 PM.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Stop being such an animal.
Stop being a dog.
Dog get bones.
You want meat.
Stop it.
Stop being a dog.
Dog get bones.
You want meat.
Stop it.
dropping the beat @ 5:10 AM.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sometimes
The greatest distance in the world
is from the place where you lay
to the button that switches off the alarm on your phone
The greatest distance in the world
is from the place where you lay
to the button that switches off the alarm on your phone
dropping the beat @ 12:31 PM.
Friday, June 5, 2009
If there is one song I would put on loop forever.
This is it.
dropping the beat @ 3:39 PM.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Back to the system I suppose. Getting out of the matrix is not as easy as I thought in the end. Blue pill. red pill, blue pill, red pill. Just got to run the race again while secretly plotting my escape, rich dad poor dad style.
I really wish I would receive some sort of boon in my life, you know, like a lucky break. Not that I am that unfortunate in my life, but its never enough is it? Live life. Love life. HAH! Suckers who believe in this motif is going to be in big trouble. Hate life. Hate life with all your guts. Only then would life give two hoots about you. Why should you work yourself around life? Life should meander around you!
Being the whimsical hero of my own quirky anime, I want to get stronger and continue on my quest. Its funny how sometimes when you read your old entries, you realise you are running around in circles experiencing the same problems over and over but its just on a different scale and at a different stage of your life. Like how you used to struggle to scrim and save enough to buy that big ass clay marble (thats as big as an elephantiasis-ized balls) from Big bookshop to pawn your friends at the playground, now its scrimping and saving to get the latest handphones, bags, clothes and what-nots.
OK tired of ranting. This shall end here.
"I was born. FML"
I really wish I would receive some sort of boon in my life, you know, like a lucky break. Not that I am that unfortunate in my life, but its never enough is it? Live life. Love life. HAH! Suckers who believe in this motif is going to be in big trouble. Hate life. Hate life with all your guts. Only then would life give two hoots about you. Why should you work yourself around life? Life should meander around you!
Being the whimsical hero of my own quirky anime, I want to get stronger and continue on my quest. Its funny how sometimes when you read your old entries, you realise you are running around in circles experiencing the same problems over and over but its just on a different scale and at a different stage of your life. Like how you used to struggle to scrim and save enough to buy that big ass clay marble (thats as big as an elephantiasis-ized balls) from Big bookshop to pawn your friends at the playground, now its scrimping and saving to get the latest handphones, bags, clothes and what-nots.
OK tired of ranting. This shall end here.
"I was born. FML"
dropping the beat @ 3:40 PM.
dropping the beat @ 4:29 AM.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Some say love is the most powerful force on Earth
I say unrequited love is the most powerful force on Earth.
I say unrequited love is the most powerful force on Earth.
dropping the beat @ 1:42 PM.
Tennis is a bitch.
Balls flying.
Rackets swinging.
Air whizzing through racket strings.
Just like a bitch jilting her lover.
The ball grazes past the racket
Leaving bruised ego
For reconciliation.
Balls flying.
Rackets swinging.
Air whizzing through racket strings.
Just like a bitch jilting her lover.
The ball grazes past the racket
Leaving bruised ego
For reconciliation.
dropping the beat @ 10:33 AM.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
I realised now after a few tries that:
1. I blog/write better when I'm behind the com
2. My handwriting really sucks and I had to try really hard to scribble 'nicely'
3. It is cute to blog using pen and paper but scanning and editing it to a readable scale sucks
Guess I'll still stick to computer processed writing for now. Thank god for spell check and google (and god forbid, Thesaurus). Speaking of god or God which some of you prefer, had a lengthy chat about this topic with the brothers, we don't normally discuss such heavy topics but it was one of those nights where the winds blow warm and the beer in our veins was already making its way into our bladder. We had 3 different views of religion and 2 major viewpoint; 2 major viewpoints explicitly: 1. Jesus is real and Christianity pwns all, or 2. Christianity is a figment of ancient story teller's imagination and has gained massive traction in the last 2 millenniums.
1. I blog/write better when I'm behind the com
2. My handwriting really sucks and I had to try really hard to scribble 'nicely'
3. It is cute to blog using pen and paper but scanning and editing it to a readable scale sucks
Guess I'll still stick to computer processed writing for now. Thank god for spell check and google (and god forbid, Thesaurus). Speaking of god or God which some of you prefer, had a lengthy chat about this topic with the brothers, we don't normally discuss such heavy topics but it was one of those nights where the winds blow warm and the beer in our veins was already making its way into our bladder. We had 3 different views of religion and 2 major viewpoint; 2 major viewpoints explicitly: 1. Jesus is real and Christianity pwns all, or 2. Christianity is a figment of ancient story teller's imagination and has gained massive traction in the last 2 millenniums.
Ok I know this is probably a bad idea to discuss religion on a blog, off the bat, I would like to start by saying that I do not believe in any one religion and am almost an Atheist. So we started off with the regular chitter chatter between the newly baptised J and the hedonistic paganistic massochist, yours truly, about how Christianity is the one true religion and how it is a personal experience for everyone so everyone sees it differently and interpret Christian teachings and lifestyle differently as well. So usually when we go on and on about this, Mr Cool L will just stay quiet and let us ramble on. But this night, this particularly peculiar night, L chipped in on our religious banter. So his view on religion is that it doesn't matter which one you hail from, as long as religion makes you a better person and help you to feel better, why not? My point of view is that religion is for the weak; I won't go into the fine details because I can sense the stones and pickaxes coming my way, ask me if you really want to find out my view on religion and of course the third one is from J and although he is representin' the Christian peeps now, somehow I still have some doubts about his faith.
Alright, this should end here. Bye.
"We are all atheists about most of the gods that societies have ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further." -Richard Dawkins
dropping the beat @ 4:30 PM.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
dropping the beat @ 11:32 AM.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
dropping the beat @ 12:45 PM.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
what is not illegal to steal?
Hint: It has a beat.
Hint: It has a beat.
dropping the beat @ 3:44 PM.
dropping the beat @ 10:35 AM.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
If all the raindrops
Were lemondrops and gumdrops
Oh, what a rain that would be!
Standing outside, with my mouth open wide
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
If all the raindrops
Were lemondrops and gumdrops
Oh, what a rain that would be!
Were lemondrops and gumdrops
Oh, what a rain that would be!
Standing outside, with my mouth open wide
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
If all the raindrops
Were lemondrops and gumdrops
Oh, what a rain that would be!
dropping the beat @ 1:11 PM.
Panic seeps in with each passing second as the countdown begins.
The seed of despair has been planted, which hopefully will not take root and just remain dormant forever.
I really want this to be the start of things and not the end of it.
Pretty please give me a lucky break.
With a big fat juicy cherry on top?
The seed of despair has been planted, which hopefully will not take root and just remain dormant forever.
I really want this to be the start of things and not the end of it.
Pretty please give me a lucky break.
With a big fat juicy cherry on top?
dropping the beat @ 3:19 AM.
Monday, May 18, 2009
When love pushes you to make your voice heard, there is no backing away or shirking that irritating thought that has been swirling about like a seed planted in your mind awaiting its time to sprout.
One can argue that love is an illusion, in that skew, everything else can also be an illusion. Money, success, ambitions, dreams, the perfect house, I wish all of that are illusions (cos I've got none of them), then people won't have to run around like headless chickens trying to achieve them. Love on the other hand is on a completely different playing field. Unlike money and jobs and success, which if you follow a certain formula you are bound to get it, love is like trying to fit different pieces of jigsaw puzzles every single time. Too much attention: sticky, possessive. Too little attention: play hard to get, play mind games. Speaking of mind games, or mind fucking which i prefer to call it, it is the daughter of a son of a bitch. Why can't we all come clean with each other and its either yes or no, together or separate, friends or foe, spouse or spoof. It will make the world a much simpler place to live in. But I gotta admit, I do like to play the game sometimes, it can be quite exhilarating, however for the better part of my love career, I'd rather not have a stake in it at all.
I guess when love comes knocking or when you go knocking on love's door, you have to be prepared.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you will beat love down.
One can argue that love is an illusion, in that skew, everything else can also be an illusion. Money, success, ambitions, dreams, the perfect house, I wish all of that are illusions (cos I've got none of them), then people won't have to run around like headless chickens trying to achieve them. Love on the other hand is on a completely different playing field. Unlike money and jobs and success, which if you follow a certain formula you are bound to get it, love is like trying to fit different pieces of jigsaw puzzles every single time. Too much attention: sticky, possessive. Too little attention: play hard to get, play mind games. Speaking of mind games, or mind fucking which i prefer to call it, it is the daughter of a son of a bitch. Why can't we all come clean with each other and its either yes or no, together or separate, friends or foe, spouse or spoof. It will make the world a much simpler place to live in. But I gotta admit, I do like to play the game sometimes, it can be quite exhilarating, however for the better part of my love career, I'd rather not have a stake in it at all.
I guess when love comes knocking or when you go knocking on love's door, you have to be prepared.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you will beat love down.
dropping the beat @ 3:29 AM.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Being lost is not all that fun when its not a game of hide and seek. Its probably a little stupid when you are 25 and still lost in life not knowing what to do or where to go while everyone around you is moving up or moving on with their lives. Worst thing is when you refuse to do anything about it.
I guess if you ask most people, they don't really know what they want to do with their lives anyways, but they are moving, constantly generating kinetic energies so that their lives move on. I understand the part where if you do nothing, nothing will do you in. I'm not comfortable being a bum, but I don't want to be coerced by society or whomever else into doing something which I do not think is what life is supposed to be. Maybe that is an excuse to do nothing cos when no effort is put in, no hurt will be obtained, or from the words of someone, if something didn't start, it won't have an ending.
"Sometimes you don't see the light at the end of the tunnel but if you just keep moving forward, you will come to a better place"
I guess if you ask most people, they don't really know what they want to do with their lives anyways, but they are moving, constantly generating kinetic energies so that their lives move on. I understand the part where if you do nothing, nothing will do you in. I'm not comfortable being a bum, but I don't want to be coerced by society or whomever else into doing something which I do not think is what life is supposed to be. Maybe that is an excuse to do nothing cos when no effort is put in, no hurt will be obtained, or from the words of someone, if something didn't start, it won't have an ending.
"Sometimes you don't see the light at the end of the tunnel but if you just keep moving forward, you will come to a better place"
dropping the beat @ 3:53 AM.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Its been a long time since I've felt like this. The bitter sweets along with a tinge of sourness that goes all the way to the back of your throat and leaves a nasty aftertaste that you would rather not have. At the same time, isn't this what I have always wanted? To be able to feel, to not be a carcass any longer. I hate feeling confused. I hate feeling like an unwanted child, not knowing whether his parents loved him or not. I want a fantasy, a real fantasy. The kind of fantasy everybody lusts after: unadulterated requited love. Only in my fantasy, I don't want to be the prince that wins the princess, I want to be the stable boy that wins the princess' heart by just being his useless self.
All this gloom is not doing me any good. I'm sick of the little games I play with myself. Someone asked me why I can't just stay out of trouble. Does trouble come bearing gifts when he visits the trouble maker or does the trouble maker source out his own mischief? Maybe I am a little masochistic after all. I mean who isn't? That's why we do the things we do. Work out in the gym till your muscles scream in delightful agony, wolf down mouthful after mouthful of super spicy Mee Soto soup till your lips burn a magnificent crimson or rubbing your eyes and not stopping even when your eyelids turn pink and starts to sting.
Give it some time, I say to myself.
I've got nothing but time, I consoled myself.
Approach with prudence, I warned myself.
Fuck it all away, I taunt myself.
All this gloom is not doing me any good. I'm sick of the little games I play with myself. Someone asked me why I can't just stay out of trouble. Does trouble come bearing gifts when he visits the trouble maker or does the trouble maker source out his own mischief? Maybe I am a little masochistic after all. I mean who isn't? That's why we do the things we do. Work out in the gym till your muscles scream in delightful agony, wolf down mouthful after mouthful of super spicy Mee Soto soup till your lips burn a magnificent crimson or rubbing your eyes and not stopping even when your eyelids turn pink and starts to sting.
Give it some time, I say to myself.
I've got nothing but time, I consoled myself.
Approach with prudence, I warned myself.
Fuck it all away, I taunt myself.
dropping the beat @ 4:32 AM.
Monday, May 4, 2009
dropping the beat @ 5:54 AM.