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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
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(one)
A friend's selling a pc for only S$400. It's only a year old... he bought it from a friend who migrated to US only to realise that he didn't need it at all.
(two) SOLD
My brother's letting go of his P3 laptop for only S$50. It's almost 5 yrs old but still in good working condition. Except that it's not looking that great, I heard.
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If you're interested in any of the above or need more details, just gimme a ring.
*ps: I'm not earning anything, just helping them out.
A friend's selling a pc for only S$400. It's only a year old... he bought it from a friend who migrated to US only to realise that he didn't need it at all.
(two) SOLD
My brother's letting go of his P3 laptop for only S$50. It's almost 5 yrs old but still in good working condition. Except that it's not looking that great, I heard.
.................................................................................................
If you're interested in any of the above or need more details, just gimme a ring.
*ps: I'm not earning anything, just helping them out.
maybe
if I held the sand in my fist
then slowly release
let the grains fall through my fingers
maybe I’d find something in its midst
maybe even a piece
maybe a single gem that glitters...
then slowly release
let the grains fall through my fingers
maybe I’d find something in its midst
maybe even a piece
maybe a single gem that glitters...
Saturday, August 25, 2007
the mathematics of love
one night
the stars are glowing
two hearts
we're overflowing
three words
hit like a bolt from above
four arms
we're hugging tightly
five times
I kissed you lightly
so close...
the mathematics of love
one, two, three forever
I'll keep on counting the ways
thousand nights I'll hold you
and love you all of my days
one night
the moon was shining
two hearts
we're intertwining
so close...
the mathematics of love
seven, eight, nine, ten of thee
I hold the memory of
the one night, two hearts thundered
the mathematics of love
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(the day I discovered a video of "the one night" song)
Only heard it once...
Many years ago.
Finally...
Trivia solved.
:O)
Listen to:
The Mathematics of Love from Square One TV
the stars are glowing
two hearts
we're overflowing
three words
hit like a bolt from above
four arms
we're hugging tightly
five times
I kissed you lightly
so close...
the mathematics of love
one, two, three forever
I'll keep on counting the ways
thousand nights I'll hold you
and love you all of my days
one night
the moon was shining
two hearts
we're intertwining
so close...
the mathematics of love
seven, eight, nine, ten of thee
I hold the memory of
the one night, two hearts thundered
the mathematics of love
...............................................................................
(the day I discovered a video of "the one night" song)
Only heard it once...
Many years ago.
Finally...
Trivia solved.
:O)
Listen to:
The Mathematics of Love from Square One TV
Thursday, August 23, 2007
collection of short dreams
I was there in my home… yet strangely it wasn’t my home… and yet it all looked too familiar. I then realized, the layout, the furniture… I was there in my old home.
The phone rang and as my mum walked to answer it, my heart whispered… “She’s dead.” And in my mind, the image of a friend appeared. I shook the thought off and looked straight at my mum. She then turned to me and broke the news to me, “Your friend just passed away.”
My stomach felt queasy. “Is it K.Z?” I asked. My mum nodded. Strangely she wasn’t at all surprised that I hit the nail with my first guess.
The next few scenes were blurry… all I could remember now was speaking to my deceased friend’s sister (which was impossible cos she was the only child) and being told not to reveal it to her mum.
I should’ve written the dream down the very day I had it. Now I can’t remember very clearly except for the creepy fact. A similar incident had once happened in reality when I was much younger… that tiny whisper… I was so afraid that it would repeat itself.
I was advised not to reveal it to my friend, but my worried self couldn’t help it but to immediately contact her after the dream… She seemed fine. She was looking for a new job. And that sort of calmed me down.
I think there shouldn’t be anything to worry about…
Because death may also mean a new beginning…
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
I was having lunch with two old secondary school classmates… the guy was sharing with us how he got to know this new girl recently.
Weirdly, the scene changed to his date scene. There he was seated opposite of the girl, chatting animatedly and happily. I couldn’t see her except for her back view… she had short wavy hair. They seemed to be having a good time schmoozing.
Then my friend said to her that he was meeting his friend for the next appointment. Suddenly, his friend appeared right next to him. The sort of appearance that would call for a special audio effect sound *ting!* And then from then on the girl didn’t seem too pleased and everything else turned awry.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
I was lying on my bed when I received a text message on my phone, “If given the opportunity to say something to guys, what would you say?”
It was ridiculous, I know! Yet it carried a serious host-like tone kind of like the sort a Miss World presenter would have. And the hilarious thing was that I actually took the question seriously.
There I was pondering and deliberating on it as if my life depended on it. After much thought, I finally answered.
“Why is it that guys don’t listen?”
The phone rang and as my mum walked to answer it, my heart whispered… “She’s dead.” And in my mind, the image of a friend appeared. I shook the thought off and looked straight at my mum. She then turned to me and broke the news to me, “Your friend just passed away.”
My stomach felt queasy. “Is it K.Z?” I asked. My mum nodded. Strangely she wasn’t at all surprised that I hit the nail with my first guess.
The next few scenes were blurry… all I could remember now was speaking to my deceased friend’s sister (which was impossible cos she was the only child) and being told not to reveal it to her mum.
I should’ve written the dream down the very day I had it. Now I can’t remember very clearly except for the creepy fact. A similar incident had once happened in reality when I was much younger… that tiny whisper… I was so afraid that it would repeat itself.
I was advised not to reveal it to my friend, but my worried self couldn’t help it but to immediately contact her after the dream… She seemed fine. She was looking for a new job. And that sort of calmed me down.
I think there shouldn’t be anything to worry about…
Because death may also mean a new beginning…
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
I was having lunch with two old secondary school classmates… the guy was sharing with us how he got to know this new girl recently.
Weirdly, the scene changed to his date scene. There he was seated opposite of the girl, chatting animatedly and happily. I couldn’t see her except for her back view… she had short wavy hair. They seemed to be having a good time schmoozing.
Then my friend said to her that he was meeting his friend for the next appointment. Suddenly, his friend appeared right next to him. The sort of appearance that would call for a special audio effect sound *ting!* And then from then on the girl didn’t seem too pleased and everything else turned awry.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
I was lying on my bed when I received a text message on my phone, “If given the opportunity to say something to guys, what would you say?”
It was ridiculous, I know! Yet it carried a serious host-like tone kind of like the sort a Miss World presenter would have. And the hilarious thing was that I actually took the question seriously.
There I was pondering and deliberating on it as if my life depended on it. After much thought, I finally answered.
“Why is it that guys don’t listen?”
it's already a brand new day
unless a trade of equivalent value
I’m quite afraid of owing you
so maybe…
let’s just leave it that way
the big night is now over
it’s already a brand new day
……………………………………………………………………………
(quality night is over)
I'm happy
So maybe I deserve it
But I think...
although it may be logical...
I’m just afraid of being indebted
I’m quite afraid of owing you
so maybe…
let’s just leave it that way
the big night is now over
it’s already a brand new day
……………………………………………………………………………
(quality night is over)
I'm happy
So maybe I deserve it
But I think...
although it may be logical...
I’m just afraid of being indebted
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
gakuen alice
your crying face makes you 30% uglier...
but when I see you smiling...
I'm able to forget my troubles...
I like that part of you
so please...
smile
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(G.A. something completely incomprehensible yet may just be completely simple)
You can find yourself in unreasonable places
and you can be wrong about a lot of things...
but if you believe in yourself...
if you choose to keep on smiling
you'll be okay
:O)
Watch:
Gakuen Alice
but when I see you smiling...
I'm able to forget my troubles...
I like that part of you
so please...
smile
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(G.A. something completely incomprehensible yet may just be completely simple)
You can find yourself in unreasonable places
and you can be wrong about a lot of things...
but if you believe in yourself...
if you choose to keep on smiling
you'll be okay
:O)
Watch:
Gakuen Alice
Monday, August 20, 2007
table of discontent
11 rows x 9 columns
1 table x 2 hours
1 day x 70 bucks
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(sigh)
Is there anyone else out there?
Anyone...
Someone who can meet our expectations...
Listen to:
Disease by Matchbox Twenty
1 table x 2 hours
1 day x 70 bucks
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(sigh)
Is there anyone else out there?
Anyone...
Someone who can meet our expectations...
Listen to:
Disease by Matchbox Twenty
Friday, August 17, 2007
three months left to live?
"What are you doing here?" my dad asked. Boy, was he surprised to see me... Never did he expect that I would turn up at the polyclinic. Knowing him, he was probably planning to keep to himself the doctor's advice and trivialise everything when questioned... I guess it takes one to know one... Well I definitely wasn't about to let him get away with it for sure - not when the doctor called urgently to bring his appointment forward.
"It can't be delayed," my mum, who answered the call was told.
So there I was, sitting next to my dad, waiting for our turn. It was obvious that he felt awkward... Refused to be fussed over... Refused to cause any unnecessary worries... Unsure how to react when receiving any acts of care and concern. Again, it really takes one to know one.
"It sounds serious. I won't be surprised if its a 'you-have-only-3-months-left-to-live kind of thing'," he said with an air of calm dutch courage. He later proceeded to tell me a story about his friend who died from leukemia. As I listened to him, I somehow distanced myself from the whole scene to observe him. And my mind wandered away....
There he was.... my dad. The man who did not even carry any of his children when we were babies cos he truly believed back then that he would die young and he didn't want us to be too emotionally attached to him.
This was the man who caned me when I scribbled and drew on the walls yet inspired me to try my hand at painting. Who objected to a lot of my academic decisions yet left me alone in my independence. Who wanted so strongly for me to quit my line and leave it all yet silently supported me in my career endeavours. Who believes in me and my capabilities yet had once scoffed in disbelief that I could saw and nail a perfect wooden frame. (He really can be chauvinistic!!)... Who'd nag and scold me if I refused to visit the doctor when I'm sick, yet behaves the same way when he was the sick one.
As much as I've been telling myself that I wouldn't want to be like my dad in some ways... I do identify some similarities that we share. I think he could see himself in me too... sometimes... I don't know...
It was finally our turn to see the doctor.
My dad was diagnosed with diabetes.
Did you know that diabetes can never be cured? I never knew that. Only then did I learn that the whole objective of diabetic treatment was merely to delay its effects. My dad didn't need medication... yet. But like all other illnesses, if no precautions were taken, it would worsen. Quickly.
Instinctively, I gave my dad the I-told-you-to-watch-what-you-eat look. But he was smiling to himself... "I thought it was something serious," he said.
"???!!! It's diabetes!! There's no cure!!" But of course... he was oblivious to my reaction. He was obviously missing the whole point!
Sigh...
Am I really gonna grow up to be like him?
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(08 August 2007)
"It can't be delayed," my mum, who answered the call was told.
So there I was, sitting next to my dad, waiting for our turn. It was obvious that he felt awkward... Refused to be fussed over... Refused to cause any unnecessary worries... Unsure how to react when receiving any acts of care and concern. Again, it really takes one to know one.
"It sounds serious. I won't be surprised if its a 'you-have-only-3-months-left-to-live kind of thing'," he said with an air of calm dutch courage. He later proceeded to tell me a story about his friend who died from leukemia. As I listened to him, I somehow distanced myself from the whole scene to observe him. And my mind wandered away....
There he was.... my dad. The man who did not even carry any of his children when we were babies cos he truly believed back then that he would die young and he didn't want us to be too emotionally attached to him.
This was the man who caned me when I scribbled and drew on the walls yet inspired me to try my hand at painting. Who objected to a lot of my academic decisions yet left me alone in my independence. Who wanted so strongly for me to quit my line and leave it all yet silently supported me in my career endeavours. Who believes in me and my capabilities yet had once scoffed in disbelief that I could saw and nail a perfect wooden frame. (He really can be chauvinistic!!)... Who'd nag and scold me if I refused to visit the doctor when I'm sick, yet behaves the same way when he was the sick one.
As much as I've been telling myself that I wouldn't want to be like my dad in some ways... I do identify some similarities that we share. I think he could see himself in me too... sometimes... I don't know...
It was finally our turn to see the doctor.
My dad was diagnosed with diabetes.
Did you know that diabetes can never be cured? I never knew that. Only then did I learn that the whole objective of diabetic treatment was merely to delay its effects. My dad didn't need medication... yet. But like all other illnesses, if no precautions were taken, it would worsen. Quickly.
Instinctively, I gave my dad the I-told-you-to-watch-what-you-eat look. But he was smiling to himself... "I thought it was something serious," he said.
"???!!! It's diabetes!! There's no cure!!" But of course... he was oblivious to my reaction. He was obviously missing the whole point!
Sigh...
Am I really gonna grow up to be like him?
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(08 August 2007)
Monday, August 06, 2007
quality night
unexpectedly blown away
when luck's on my side
a good night and day
ended as a quality night
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(27 July 2007)
For pix: my friendster (UPLOADED!)
when luck's on my side
a good night and day
ended as a quality night
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(27 July 2007)
For pix: my friendster (UPLOADED!)
stupid, stupid, stick
defying all directions
refusing all control
against my intentions
blasting the accidental
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(defiant joystick, impatient fingers)
stupid, stupid, joystick
the neck down to the ribs...
just who was I trying to kid?
Sigh...
I pray the image wouldn't stick
refusing all control
against my intentions
blasting the accidental
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(defiant joystick, impatient fingers)
stupid, stupid, joystick
the neck down to the ribs...
just who was I trying to kid?
Sigh...
I pray the image wouldn't stick
Sunday, August 05, 2007
a star in my own right
shining...
feeling...
like a star in my own right
with brilliance of my own might
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(this is me... dressed as I would be)
where simplicity meets comfy
meets girly and querky
the most important thing to me is staying true
to myself
what I wore:
knitted white cardi, black tube tunic, red vintage bag, turquoise shoes with red cherries
feeling...
like a star in my own right
with brilliance of my own might
.........................................................................................
(this is me... dressed as I would be)
where simplicity meets comfy
meets girly and querky
the most important thing to me is staying true
to myself
what I wore:
knitted white cardi, black tube tunic, red vintage bag, turquoise shoes with red cherries
rhythmic revenge
I plunge myself
into the depths of the sounds
and yet it seems
the thirst remains unquenched
but still I swim
in the webbed audio seas
continuing my rhythmic revenge
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(random playlists)
It's unmistakable... this void...
I suppose lately it's been sort of like a mental vengeance for me. Fleeting online from one playlist to another. Receiving daily surprises or facing stagnant jukeboxes.
I plug into the playlists of others, shut myself out from the world.
and I wonder...
if conversations were songs...
what would you say?
what would you sing?
If you have a radioblog playlist, do share it with me.
Listen to:
Rewind by Stereophonics
into the depths of the sounds
and yet it seems
the thirst remains unquenched
but still I swim
in the webbed audio seas
continuing my rhythmic revenge
......................................................................................
(random playlists)
It's unmistakable... this void...
I suppose lately it's been sort of like a mental vengeance for me. Fleeting online from one playlist to another. Receiving daily surprises or facing stagnant jukeboxes.
I plug into the playlists of others, shut myself out from the world.
and I wonder...
if conversations were songs...
what would you say?
what would you sing?
If you have a radioblog playlist, do share it with me.
Listen to:
Rewind by Stereophonics
Thursday, August 02, 2007
overdue thank you
Wanted to wait till I had decent time to blog my entries, but before this becomes really way overdue...
I'd like to say...
Thank you.
Thank you all who voted :OP
I will post the pictures up soon... Just need your help in reminding me :OP
And I'll be back with entries... by end this week? Hee...
I'd like to say...
Thank you.
Thank you all who voted :OP
I will post the pictures up soon... Just need your help in reminding me :OP
And I'll be back with entries... by end this week? Hee...
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