Christmas Story

30 11 2006

Here’s your chance to win up to $50 worth of Metro Shopping vouchers!How? Simply send us Your Christmas Story!

Your story has to:-

1) Be Original – it could be fictional or personal experience.

2) Be Heartwarming – make us feel good about Christmas.

3) Tug us at the heartstrings – touch our hearts.

4) Not more that 500 words

Send your entries to btnews@income.com.sg

Submission period: 20 Nov to 8 Dec 2006.

Here’s what you stand to win!

1st Place: $50 Metro Vouchers

2nd Place: $30 Metro Vouchers

3rd Place: $20 Metro Vouchers

Spent some time listing down some stories I can write. I hope I win LOL. Speaking of which, I wrote a rather nice narrative today, feeling kind of proud. Check it out.





Beyond myself

30 11 2006

Having my lunch today, my thoughts were interrupted by someone’s phone ringing. It’s ring tone brought back a sense of nostalgia of years past, back to my secondary school days, when all that mattered to me were ideals, and how life is just about working towards these ideals. It reminded me of how I was shaped by the band and their songs of inspiration, how I’d challenge everything. It reminded me of how I’d openly argue with the skies, and yet, live my decisions by the toss of a coin.

It also reminded me how life back then was simple and easy.

Beyond were my idols back then. Cantonese rock, 4 man band (unfortunately their greatest asset, the lead singer, died), powerful lyrics, powerful tunes. My life was literally moulded and shaped by them. And on the phone’s ring tone was one awesome song which I had sang over and over back then, it’s 不再犹豫.

Maybe all the answers I’m looking for lay in the past, or maybe I’m escaping by trying to seek the past. Or maybe I’m still pretty messed up (Thanks to a friend who provoked my thoughts today LOL). I keep maintaining that pain keeps you alive, and I guess in a twisted way, I’m happy and laughing for all the pain for it has kept me alive. Inevitably, the next song in my mind from Beyond was 再见理想.

不再犹豫 – Beyond

无聊望见了犹豫
达到理想不太易
即使有信心
斗志却抑止
谁人定我去和留
定我心中的宇宙
只想靠两手向理想挥手
问句天机高心中志比天更高
自信打不死的心态活到老
oh…我有我心底故事
亲手写上每段得失乐与悲与梦儿
oh…纵有创伤不退避
梦想有日达成找到心底梦想的世界
终可见
谁人没试过犹豫
达到理想不太易
即使有信心
斗志却抑止
谁人定我去和留
定我心中的宇宙
只想靠两手向理想挥手
问句天机高心中志比天更高
自信打不死的心态活到老
oh…我有我心底故事
亲手写上每段得失乐与悲与梦儿
oh…纵有创伤不退避
梦想有日达成找到心底梦想的世界
终可见
oh…亲手写上每段得失乐与悲与梦儿
oh…梦想有日达成找到心底梦想的世界
终可见

再见理想 -Beyond

独坐在路边街角, 冷风吹醒,
默默地伴着我的孤影,
只想将结他紧抱, 诉出辛酸,
就在这刻想起往事.

心中一股冲劲勇闯,抛开那现实没有顾虑,
彷佛身边拥有一切,看似与别人筑起隔膜.

许将烈酒斟满那空杯中,
借着那酒洗去悲伤,
旧日的知心好友何日再会?
但愿共聚互诉往事.
一起高呼Rock n’ Roll …
一起高呼Rock n’ Roll ..
.





Little merry-go-rounds in my head

30 11 2006

I was wondering whether just having coffee would be better or the movie might help take worries off her mind. One’s like addressing and accepting the problem, while the other was like escaping and denial. I’m personally admitting that my penchant for movies of late was so that I’d stop thinking about life’s nuances and ironies, and trying to rationalise and categorise them. Being a f**king engineer, I realise it’s difficult to reconcile things beyond my explanation. Being an artist at heart, I find it difficult to stop philosophising (spelling check lol) either.

So against all of my principles of escaping reality, I am watching movies. And torturing white balls. And doing my stencils. Which leads me to another thought. Now I’m seriously reconsidering whether I should carry out a certain stencil design. I can’t help but think of the implications of such a design. Not to mention the difficulty of it LOL. Sounds like a good reason to not do it. Or just choosing the easy way out.

Nah. KNS already spend so much effort. Stick to my principles better, want to do, do it good. Or don’t even think about it.

Well, I’m happy Guns and Roses accompanied me on the drive home tonight. Good Ol Guns and Fucking Roses.





James Bourne

30 11 2006

Caught James Bond tonight with a friend.  The hilarious James Bond tonight. Mr Emo, Mr I-got-cheated-by-a-bitch, Mr I-am-an-egoistic-compulsive-gambler and Mr I-drank-poison-while-gambling. LOL. Perhaps the best part was when he didn’t care whether his martini was shaken or stirred lol. I like the new concept of Bond. Minus all those gadgets, it’s more down to earth and more realistic. But unfortunately, this young Bond has absolutely NO style. I give him a BIG 0 for finesse.

I wonder, maybe they might want to merge Bourne Identity with James Bond and call it James Bourne. Unfortunately one’s American and one’s English. Hmmm, actually, on second thought, Bourne beats Bond anytime. Oh well, at least it was an action packed comedy for me.





The Day I couldn’t blog at work.

29 11 2006

It’s been a rather hectic day at work, and perhaps for the first time, I couldn’t find time to actually post about my night before.

I had met an old secondary school classmate for a chat and some catching up. It’s amazing sometimes, when I think back, how I have missed so much in barely a decade. When I try to recollect certain memories, they just seemed so gray, so blurred that I wonder, whether those memories ever took place at all. Which was what I was afraid at one point in time, where I thought I remembered something to be so true was actually challenged. Thankfully, those memories were real while others just forgot it. I have to thank my friend for actually remembering that memory and keeping evidence of it LOL.

Anyway, I had lunch with my friend at the airport today, which was rather interesting as I met some of his colleagues. It was interesting listening to their work life while they asked about mine. But the best part was taking the train to and fro. Watching people.

Well. I don’t know what to write about it. I don’t even remember what went through my head. I guess I was just tired and looking around the people at the airport and train was just a rather enjoyable stoning past time.

Ok, gonna go stare at my stencils again…





Thirty Three is the Holy Age

29 11 2006

Was listening to this song yesterday and I suddenly missed it so much. I used to listen to this on my first CD I ever bought in my life. Did some research into it and I’m amazed by the meaning of this song. I found a detailed explanation here.

Anyway, enjoy, it’s a rather light tune.

Thirty Three by Smashing Pumpkins

Speak to me in a language I can hear
Humour me before I have to go
Deep in thought I forgive everyone
As the cluttered streets greet me once again
I know I can’t be late, supper’s waiting on the table
Tomorrow’s just an excuse away
So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own
The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet
At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk
Steeple guide me to my heart and home
The sun is out and up and down again
I know I’ll make it, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
And you can make it last, forever you
You can make it last, forever you
And for a moment I lose myself
Wrapped up in the pleasures of the world
I’ve journeyed here and there and back again
But in the same old haunts I still find my friends
Mysteries not ready to reveal
Sympathies I’m ready to return
I’ll make the effort, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
Tomorrow’s just an excuse
And you can make it last, forever you
You can make it last, forever you





Long Morning

28 11 2006

These few days have been spent thinking really hard on planning my stenciling. Now that my tools have been bought, and everything is ready for execution (more like a test run), I have been planning over and over my head. Like how do I handle those islands; how do I align the different layers; how do I match up the smooth areas flawlessly; how to manage areas likely to screw up etc. I have printed out a few copies and looked at them over and over. And oh man, I’m getting so excited on doing it. But it’s going to be hell doing it, since it’s really like a first attempt at a multi-toned stencil. Now I got to find the time and space to get down and dirty.

Other than that, I have also been thinking about getting a new phone. I didn’t mention that I dropped my phone the other day and now the front screen, glass, has a huge crack across it. But I love my phone. It’s still so sleek, black and so professional. It’s the Motorola V3, a really old one.

And so today, at work, I was getting my work done, listening to music, checking out my mails and chatting; all this while having the stencil at the back of my head. And with my phone in front of me, I kept caressing its crack.

Wait. That didn’t sound too right LOL. But technically that was what I did.

I just got back from a simple lunch, eating alone, reflecting on myself and on recent events. A colleague is leaving the team for another and that spurred me to think so much; predicting my next steps, what may happen etc. Amazingly, I concurrently thought about some relationship issues that a 2nd degree friend and another friend at work was having. I guess that’s why I am so exhausted suddenly. I wonder this concurrent processing of thoughts was influenced by my duo-core Acer laptop that I had in school….

Sorry, that was lame LOL.

Inevitably, it led to a reflection of my own issues. Last night I received a sms from my ex, asking how I was. That was kind of her, but I had deleted her number. It wasn’t because I hated her or anything, but back then when we were shopping for her phone, she had said that she will get one new phone and use it for everything, and cancel off the old one. I was thinking: it was something that I went through with her back then and that was her decision despite my suggestions for 2 phones. So she messaged me with her old number and for a moment, I couldn’t recognize it. Fortunately I spent some time to think instead of usually replying “I’m sorry I think I may have lost your number. You are?”

LOL that would be so hilarious then.

So we had a short sms exchange. I hope she’s doing and feeling fine. I had some thought of her on the train to work today. I was thinking of how I had always proudly declared I would love her till I’d breathe my last. And then if it’s not meant to be, I’d still care for her well being as much as I could. I realized that she has been fading from my mind everyday. If not for her messages now and then, I’d not bother to ask. If I did, it wouldn’t seem too right either. It’s like now I’m just there if she needs help. Unfortunately, I couldn’t help but feel like I’m being used, but yet I know I am not. Oh well, so many thoughts with no conclusion again.

I confided in a friend, about how the sms ended like that because I felt that I said something she usually didn’t like to hear when we were back together. She told me that maybe she might had hoped for me to reply a completely different message.

Nah.

To me, honestly, I think it’s going to be difficult for anyone to accept the situation I am in. Yes, I know, I’m jaded and all, probably because dear old Mr Fate hasn’t done his job yet, I haven’t met the right one blah blah. But no matter what, when I list down my wants, I look at it from a girl’s point of view (of course my perception may be very badly skewed), it’s plain difficult to accept. I realized that in the end, my whole perception of everything has deviated so much from the norm. Or at least the norm that I perceive things in general to be. Crap, I keep ending up in circles. Anyhow, this path I tread is lonesome indeed.

And it’s not helping Fix You is playing on iTunes as I am writing this.





Redirecting my Energy

27 11 2006

And so I effectively converted my suicidal tendency today to a rather good day at the driving range. Somehow my Driver is being fickle about her love for me, but I’m coaxing my irons to love me now LOL. It was just awesome, especially I feel lighter in the head.

No I wasn’t on drugs. I just had a haircut LOL. It’s a rather simple and normal night out, but it hit the spot I guess. And as I’m writing this, I’m looking at the “A Good Year” postcard in front of me. Perhaps it is meant to be, in all it’s irony, it might jolly well be.





I’m very suicidal.

27 11 2006

Yes. At this very moment, I feel like taking the giant leap off the building and ending it all right now. 3 meetings in the afternoon and the very last one, (now it’s 5:50 pm) I’m put on hold. Oh my GOD. I give up on gym already. I brought my stuff and my fricking heavy bag and …. oh fuck this. I’m so gonna kill myself……..

Zzzzzzz, and it didn’t help that the only rest in sight was being 6 below.





No Rest till 6 Below

27 11 2006

Yesterday had been a rather productive day, just like Saturday. Moved a rather big step towards completing my stencil projects. Spent a large part of the afternoon shopping around in Taka alone, buying stuff from Art Friend there and then a gift for my dad’s 30th wedding anniversary. WOW, 30 years. It seems so far fetched to me now LOL. Perhaps things were simpler for their generation.

Then headed to Starbucks from 4 to 8pm, inking my friend’s names and desgining more. I’m really getting excited making those stencils, especially I got all my stuff. But each time I think about doing it, the issue of having no space at home begins to fuck me up. ARGHH!

My friend D had to head home early and that was a huge dampener on my Sunday. My usual Wala Wala Sunday! Fortunately another friend was in the vicinity and it was so sweet of her to come back and join me, else I’d give Wala a miss and chill with the Siem Reap waiter friend the rest of the night. And I was damn glad I went Wala too, EIC was good, churning out new songs weekly. I’m kinda glad as well that the EIC lead guitarist did check out the recommendation I gave him. I hope they start playing it soon. I recommended this song I posted previously here.

The night’s chat with the SR waiter left me with lots of thoughts though. I realised that I have been drawing so many things for peopl, but I have never drawn something to please myself. But try as I might to design my own name, I don’t feel I can do it, nor see any significance to glorify myself. I guess I’m still strving to prove my mettle. I’m proabbly still seeking justification for my existence. I guess that’s why I don’t feel any rest, no matter how much I sleep. There’s like no end in sight. And I feel myself crawling on and on. Zzzzz I guess that’s why I feel so tired at work, or it could have been the late night. Anyway, my personal message on msn today says “No rest till 6 below”.





I’m Called Love

26 11 2006

I’m Called Love

Did this some time back, I think it’s hilarious. It may seems like a rather sinister and cynical picture, but there’s a deeper meaning to it. Hope people get it. I’ll probably get down to colouring it after getting those stencils done.





For Ladies

26 11 2006

Hey ladies, have you ever wondered what are the intangible side effects of those facial products you have been using? Have you never realised that it might be happening to you?

Check this out





I’m a CQ regular!

26 11 2006

LOL, after a really long day at home doing my stencils, I met up with 2 friends at Clarke Quay. We caught up and chatted on some pretty regular stuff about life. I’m thinking pretty soon I can write a doctoral thesis on life…

Anyway, so I applied for a membership card at tcc. My friend’s the manager there so it’s a little funny watching him approve it in front of me and wrote down “CQ Regular” on it. I thought that was hilarious LOL. I guess I just might be a regular there, running out of places to hang out. I’d welcome any new accessible suggestions.

Met up with another friend after, who suggested Zouk. I’d say no but luckily he said Wine Bar, which was free, so that’s fine. He said he wanted to go there and “pose”, LOL. Ok lor, went with him to check out the funny people there and I posed as well. We had a light supper after and I must say, Boon Tong Kee plain porridge is quite tasty.

And today’s conversations gave me some thought, thoughts of how I wasn’t really fucked up. Just pretty messed up. I’m quite convinced that there are people who are really really fucked up out there.





Sleep, Slept

25 11 2006

Last night was one hell of a joy ride. Literally, considering I was zipping all around town.

After I got home, impromptu plans were made to head to the driving range at Tg Rhu. So I zipped to Zouk first to get my free chop, and zipped to Tg Rhu. By then my friend and his sis was already there. It was an awesome night at the range: I rediscovered my Driver’s love LOL. Then we had really interesting conversations at the range, though I don’t really really know what to make out of those conversations. Anyway, from there, we zipped (3 cars, omg overkill) to this indian kopitiam near Tg Pagar. 3 cars in line was hilarious, especially the 1st car didn’t seem to be concerned if the other 2 were following LOL. Hell nearly broke loose on the way there lol, me being the last car saw everything in the front. We reached the kopitiam and berated my friend’s sis. LOL I think it’s funny now when I think about it again.

Then my friend suddenly called, telling me she was super pissed and asked if I still wanted to go Zouk. Of course la! I got my chop already, and was like expecting the whole world to fly my aeroplane, then she called, and it felt like a godsend. I went home for a change and went to pick her up and headed to Zouk. Didn’t drink much, and just danced the whole night.

It was really interesting watching people on the dance floor last night. There were so many hilarious people, guys with their funny antics trying to pick up girls, an unlikely couple making out like mad on the dance floor, another guy trying to make out with a girl who turned away, another guy trying to dance close with another girl (they seem to know each other) probably being inspired by the couple making out. LOL, so many things to see, and my friend and I were talking about it all the way. Laughing, joking and dancing, it sure felt good, considering I haven’t danced in awhile. Which reminds me there’s a salsa class coming up. Sweet.

Went home at 3:30 am, sent my friend back and I got home at 4. Got woken up at 8:30 am and once more at 10:30 am, in the end I slept till 1pm. It was schocking that I slept till so late, I guess I really haven’t had a good rest for a long time. My friend had asked me last night as we left Zouk, “When was the last time you really slept?”

I replied, “I think I never really slept.”





Shoot me in ‘Nam!

24 11 2006

There’s an addidas off season sale at the expo starting today, and my colleagues and I headed over there for lunch.

No, we didn’t check out the sale, it had an hour long queue JUST TO GET IN. It was followed by a rather crappy lunch, expo food court sucks. But oh well, at least it keeps me filled.  Looks like there’s no point heading down to the sale over the weekend either, it’ll probably be overfilled.

Just realised that the Standard Chartered run is next Sunday. GOOD GAME. 21 km, I wonder whether I’ll even turn up LOL. But the race pack they gave was quite nice lol. 6:30am… hmmmmm, that means I have to sleep early on a Saturday night…..sounds like an impossibility LOL.

So while spending the day waiting for emails, I decided to check out details for the Vietnam trip my friend and I are planning. And writing this. I’m bored. Oh shoot me. Maybe in ‘Nam they will LOL.





BAA LAA CLAA VAA

24 11 2006

BACK from BALACLAVA!

Funnily, the crowd wasn’t there. But still, the music was quite good and we didn’t stay long. And I was happy, though I think my friend was hitting the dumps. I swear I know what’s he thinking of, but I think I don’t want to touch the subject. Still, I’m concerned, but it’s really his own battle to fight.

Anyway, I’m happy. Why? I don’t know. Maybe for tonight, I got nothing on my head. Nothing floating around in my mind. Maybe it’s that single glass of wine, maybe alcohol is the solution….

Nah.

Anyway, here’s a song I played on the radio on the drive home, which sounded exceptionally good tonight:

Jumper - Third Eye Blind 

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you’ve been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
The angry boy a bit too insane
Icing over a secret pain
You know you don’t belong
You’re the first to fight
You’re way too loud
You’re the flash of light on a burial shroud
I know something’s wrong
Well everyone I know has got a reason
To say, put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you’ve been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
Well he’s on the table and he’s gone to code
And I do not think anyone knows
What they’re doing here
And your friends have left you
You’ve been dismissed
I never thought it would come to this
And I, I want you to know
Everyone’s got to face down the demons
Maybe today
You could put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you’ve been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand





Emotionless

23 11 2006

As my work wasn’t really moving, partly due to my commitment to the course and various other reasons, it was pissing me off a little. Emails weren’t replied and I couldn’t see any progress. And so my msn nicktoday was:

eMotionless





Going Off Course

23 11 2006

Finally my course is over today, but many really nice skills I have picked up. Now I have to really practice it, like, trying not to stand on one leg.

Anyway, it’s been a long day and I’m glad it’s over. My sanity is still lost I think, haven’t entirely found it since last week. Now that I’m actually home waiting for a friend before heading out later, I decided to type out the poems in the book I read. And that reminded me that I got a few stories I would like to write but I doubt I have the time to get down to writing them since I got a shitload of Christmas presents to make. Oh suddenly I feel so lazy and tired LOL.

Had a friend poking fun at my miserable life today on msn, which was actually quite hilarious. KNS, I hope she would do it at a less frequent pace so that the joke won’t go stale so soon. Which of course I had told her. Keep it coming, it’s funny really.

And so after the course today, I hung out with 2 of my course mates for coffee and a smoke before heading home. One guy said: All the hot chicks end up with ugly guys, either because 1) the ugly guy is really faithful and can hence give a sense of security or, 2) the ugly guy is rich. LOL, it was funny at the moment in time when he said it. Can’t really recreate the atmosphere la, he has a chao ah beng pattern which carried that out well. Then he went on to say, if guys don’t check out chicks, then he’s gay. Alamak. My recent disinterest in girls and my previous post made me wonder if there’s a possibility if I’m turning one……..

NAH lol.





The Fire Reports!

23 11 2006

Check it out, the fire I talked about appeared in the papers.

http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost639.aspx





The Borders Run Around

23 11 2006

So after today’s class, I rushed off to meet my friend GL for dinner. KNS, I thought my NYDC 1-for-1 voucher can use, turned out it was for set lunches only. I felt stupid cos this dinner was supposed to be in return for her own 1-for-1 treat the last time. LOL.

But it was a very interesting dinner la, so much stories to tell, LOL. Her stories were equally hilarious, I wonder if she has more…… I’m so gonna bug her for more stories.

Then we headed to Kino which was closed and ended up at Borders. LO AND BEHOLD! I saw “Neverwhere” and “Fragile Things” by Neil Gaiman, proudly displayed in all its spitshine glory right in the front. Without further ado, with a huge compelling reason to buy, I bought it, despite my friend insisting that she has a 30% discount and she can get it another day. No need lah, good things don’t need to save on one. Like my ex like that, never scrimped on anything less for her. So mushy lol.

Waited for her bus at the bus stop and she told me more stories which was hilarious as well, which by now, as I’m writing this, I’m going to get ideas from them and write them down. I think it should be quite hilarious. Just need a plot now.

After she left, I met another friend who coincidentally wanted to get a book as well. She picked me up at Borders to head down to some obscure book rental place which we never found, and ended up at Borders again. Lucky it was just closing, so we could sneak in to get her books.

IMO, Nicholas Sparks has such uninteresting titles. Anyway, I went back in to check Charles Bukowski. His poetry, I must say, is unique.I read through some of his poems and they were a little interesting, a little dark at times and a little comic. I’ll try to get them at the library after I’m done with Gaiman. Which reminds me, I had kept reminding myself to post a picture of the last poetry book I was reading (which was attracting attention on the train), which in turn just reminded me I wanted to put some more of it’s poems up in my stories blog. Anyway, here is the picture:

Best Remembered Poems

Yeah, so now you know where those odd stares came from…

So we had coffee after getting her books and chatted awhile before heading home. Upon some reflection over some of the things that was discussed, I thought about this statement:

All good men are either married or gay.

And in closing for this rather long post, I would like to say, I’m neither married nor gay. LOL! Good night!