Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Plastic Bags

Ok, this is the entry where I convince you that Kevin Spacey and Mena Suvari are actually the plastic bag that was dancing in the wind.

For those who have watched American Beauty, remember a scene where the voyeur guy was showing a tape recording of a wind-tossed plastic bag to the lead girl?

The guy was saying how this footage of a plastic bag dancing in the wind was the most beautiful thing he has ever recorded.

You can watch it here on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7mypj8uBH0

There is a lesson here: That we do not see things as they are. We see them as we are.

Fuck, why the hell am I so obtuse again?

Ok, ok. Remember how Ricky (voyeur guy) says that Angela (Mena Suvari - mega crush target) was "ugly, ordinary and boring"? Well, that's quite contrary. Why? Because Ricky sees beauty in the "ugly, ordinary and boring". Like the plastic bag.

Angela is like the plastic bag because she is affected by her environment. She has little control over how she behaves. But although she is thinks she is "ugly and ordinary and boring", but because of the way she portrays herself, she is not deemed as such by her peers. She is like a plastic bag that is caught in the wind. Dancing. Beautiful to the beholder.

Lester (Kevin Spacey) was like the plastic bag. But he later took control over his life. So he is no longer the All-American dad with a successful wife, nice house blah blah guy but instead one who has a firm grasp of his life.

I also remember the movie ended with Lester saying he could be angry for what happened to him, but there is just too much beauty that flows through him to hold onto the anger. He finishes by saying that you may not know what he means by that, but don't worry. You will someday.

I think I am closer to that now.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Crazy T-Shirt ideas

I was standing at the edge of Zouk's main dance floor when I thought that FCUK (French Connection U.K.) can come up with a t-shirt that says "fuck (sp)" .

Where (sp) means "spelling error" which is a common shorthand for teachers when they mark essays and compositions. I kinda find the usual "cool as fcuk" and "fcuk like there is no tomorrow" really boring. And the back of the t-shirt can say something like "Oops!"

The Mr. Men and Lil' Miss series of t-shirts are getting real popular as well. I particularly like Lil' Miss Behave.

I thought of a new design too.
Now you can just use a t-shirt marker and fill the rest of the t-shirt up.

Waiting For The Sirens' Call

A siren is a mythical monster that lures lost sailors with her enchanting voice. Then she devours them. Yet as the song pans out, you soon find out that what the man really want is for that to happen.

Sirens 8th Anniversary is happening on 8 Sep 07.

Waiting For The Sirens' Call

What does this ship bring to me
Far across the restless sea
Waiting for the sirens' call
I've never seen it here before

There she plies a lonely trade
Cutting through the breaking waves
Drifting slowly from her course
She is lost forever more

We all want some kind of love
But sometimes it's not enough
To the wall and through the door
With a stranger on the shore

I won't desert you
I don't know what to say
I really hurt you
I nearly gave it all away

I've got it all wrong
Cause you were not the wrong one
And I don't know where to turn when you're gone
When you're gone

Gotta catch the midnight train
First to Paris then to Spain
Travel with a document
All across the continent

City life is flying by
The wheels are turning all the while
Get on board we can't be late
Our destination cannot wait

All the stars and all the worlds
Filling up this universe
Could never be as close as us
Will never shine as bright on us

I won't desert you
I don't know what to say
I really hurt you
I nearly gave it all away

I've got it all wrong
Cause you were not the wrong one
And I don't know where to turn when you're gone
When you're gone

I won't desert you
I don't know what to say
I really hurt you
I nearly gave it all away

I've got it all wrong
Cause you were not the wrong one
And I don't know where to turn when you're gone

How many times must I lose my way, hey
How many words do I have to say, hey
What can I do just to make you see
That you're so good for a man like
A man like me

New Order

Puma X Evisu

The Puma X Evisu hybrid never did quite appeal to me. Basically cause the jeans are poorly made and non-selvage. I mean, I don't necessarily have to wear selvage but since if anyone is paying so much for a pair of jeans, they'd better be of a certain quality.

V was quite interested in getting Evisu when we were in Tokyo. She sometimes look at the Puma X Evisu stuff at the Puma shop in Marina Sq.

If she is going to get the new Puma X Evisu Black Denim True Love Never Dies series, she gets my unequivocal support.

The crossing of the two brands did do some good afterall....

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Death by 1/2 marathons

There is always a risk in anything you do.

So today a comrade-in-arms collapsed after crossing the finishing point of the half-marathon.

It kinda jolted my memory because I was heading back to the carpark to join my friend when I overheard some guys in front talking about a nice guy officer who always motivated his guys and wears a ready smile for superiors, peers and subordinates.

Now I can put the two events together.

My condolences.

Smoking Korners

Smoking is a great socialiser. Poofie thinks that the Zouk smoking area is the current top place to pick people up. Well, so far, the only thing I managed to pick up is a bad habit and plenty of bad smells.

I was at the squadron's smoking corner about 2 weeks back when one of the flot's branch head joined me. His first question when he saw me was "You still blogging?".

I posted an entry in March on some things about sense-making and it came to his knowledge.

Anyway we started talking about our interests and readings. We are alike in at least one aspects. Both of us don't read Janes.

Philosophy, religion, frontiers of science, geo-politics, pure mathematics, economics and miscellanea.

We agreed that since total omniscience is impossible, ignorance is bliss and a little knowledge is dangerous, we are all better off being ignoramus.

Or should it be ignoramuses? Ignorami? Sounds Japanese.

He also introduced to me the Omega Point Theory which is totally foreign to me and that would be my next topic of interest.....after I am done with Noam Chomsky and Kazuo Ishiguro.

That took up 2 cigarettes. But it was worth the X minutes of life that was taken away from me. (where X could be 3, 5, 7, 11 and depends on who you ask)

Crazy - I know I am slower

Today, after completing 21.1km, sitting on the Yellow Zone of the Marina Bay Floating Platform, I heard Crazy by Gnarls Barkley. I heard about Gnarls Barkley alright. And really liked the song and Rorschach-inspired mtv. I saw it in the Salathai Hotel room when I was in Phuket.

No. I didn't have an epiphany.

It's just that the blazing sun coupled with a run-riddled body made the lyrics so much more personal.


I remember when
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you’re out there, without care
Yeah I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?

And now that you are having the time of your life
Well think twice
That’s my only advice

Come on now, who do you,
Who do you, who do you,
Who do you think you are?
Ha Ha Ha!
Bless your soul
You really think you’re in control?

I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
Just like me

My heroes are at the heart
To the life I wanna live
And all I remember, is thinking
I wanna be like them
Ever since I was little,
Ever since I was little it looked like fun
And as no coincidence I’ve come
And I can die when I’m done

Maybe I’m crazy
Maybe you’re crazy
Maybe we’re crazy

Gnarls Barkley

Half-Marathons and Clubbing don't mix

It's official!

Staying at Zouk until 3a.m. (eternal) - KLF fwah fwah fwah to catch a bit of Akien vs FullScreamRiot on visuals, downing a jug of vodka redbull and a plate of ee-fu noodles at 1230a.m. thereafter returning home to prepare for a half-marathon at 0530a.m. is a body-damaging affair. I don't think I should ever try that ever again.

I wonder if the idea of combining turning up for FullScreamRiot's main room special and running a half-marathon 2.5 hours later is sheer genius or plain stupidity. The difference between the two, being a genius and being stupid, is that stupidity knows no bound. I thought what I did was boundless.

See how mindfucked I am now that I can't even string coherent sentences together. And I didn't finish the half-marathon in a time that I wanted to. After two dry-orgasms and multiple times when the mind was willing but the body was not, I crossed the Finish line past my target by 3mins.

And this time round, unlike the Stanchart half-marathon last year, I registered the pain much better.

On to 3 Dec 07! Fuck, or is it 2 Dec?

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Turquoise is the new Blue

Turquoise is the new Blue.

Don't believe me?

Hilary Clinton as seen at the Yearly Kos Convention 2007.
Lee Hsien Loong as seen at the National Day Rally 2007.

Don't ask why.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Sunday Run

Going for the Singapore Bay Run / Army Half Marathon tomorrow despite not signing up for it. Tonight still gonna go to Localized 2007 @Zouk.

Pin, in his thinly veiled disguise as FullScreamRiot, is gonna let fly his VJing skillz and do the visuals for Aldrin's partner in crime, Akien. 0230 - 0330. How in the world can I make it for that and still run the half marathon another 2 hours after that??

There goes the weekend really. Yes, they are getting precious.


I am tired.

And it gets worse.

Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow, everybody needs a bosom. Gimme my Brimful of Asha!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Flash Point

Donnie Yen is the man.

If you have not watched Flash Point, well, its run is coming to an end. Donnie Yen was also in Zhang Yimou's Hero. The duel between Jet Li and Donnie Yen in the movie Hero was not the most graceful nor the most elegant. The former would be the duel between Tony Leung and Jet Li over the lake and the most elegant was the autumn leaves set between Maggie Cheung and Zhang Ziyi. The fight scene between those two martial arts trained actors was in the rain and was certainly the most physical. And the scene was such a big thing for fans of martial arts fans cause it was the 10th anniversary of the Donnie vs Jet fight in Once Upon A Time China Part 2. A rematch lah.

And physical is the essence of Flash Point. It doesn't hide behind a visceral front. It is unabashedly a "police catch thief" type of movie. There is a very tired role of a mole played by Louis Koo. And the three Vietnamese brothers were real good. Again, who cares about the story.

The fight scenes were built up to the climax between Donnie Yen and Colin Chou. They were just mixing everything up. Muay Thai kicks, Judo grapples and throws, street-style brawling at times.

Nothing cerebral. A great way to spend time on a weekend.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Paltry....just paltry.

I checked my Nuffnang account today and more money rolled in.


But I've got a long way to go before they pay me......

So go on, get your friends involved. I don't know which charity organisation I will donate the money to but sure as hell I will let you all know....


There was a time when tattoos were tattooed on for loved ones. Like Johhny Depp's famous "Winona Forever" on his right arm.

After their breakup, he lasered off the "na" and it became "Wino Forever".

The wine-alcoholic within. Sigh....

Last Friday night I saw a girl with a tattoo on her right shoulder that read "Val" with a heart around it. The cynic in me told me that her name was actually "Valerie" and she was kinda half-hearted about the whole tattoo business so opted for a shortened form of her own name.

I wondered why didn't I think that her boyfriend's name was "Val"? <-----<< *the fact was that I thought of it but it wasn't my initial impression.

Cynicism is contagious.

Time in hand

I've been meeting people recently. From primary school, secondary school, junior college and university. It's been rather fun catching up and each time it's a different place. Some places I have never even been to before. Like when I met the friends whom I first got to know almost 20 years ago, we were at Vivocity's Marche and later adjourned to Jewel Box at Mount Faber. Really great views were had at night. Cool breeze. Nice music from the live band but a tad too loud though. And perhaps too "soulful".

Have never been to Balaclava in my life and in a span of 3 months I have been there 4 times. The drinks are unearthly expensive. The crowd looked dressed for work. But meeting college friends at the pub was still novel. Live singing by Little Black Book made up for the expensive drinks and unfamiliar crowd.

Last night was with uni friends. Some still pursuing their interest at uni which is always a good thing. Others, civil servants, mostly. We were at tapas bar at United Square (Novena area) called Bungalow. Regularly priced drinks and I had two Guinness stouts. Which is super unlike myself.

Have been with the usual gang at Zouk rather frequently as well. Had the usual amount of drinks though the size of the gang is getting progressively smaller. Usually reduced to a threesome.

Driving lessons are still lots of fun. Just completed the lesson on S-course and Crank-course. The instructor said I had to learn corrective responses. So I had to intentionally mis-steer so that I can learn how to reverse and get out of the situation. So weird, if I can go through the courses correctly everytime, why should I learn corrective responses? I am so smug.

Come on now
You knew you were lost
But you carried on anyway
Oh come on now
You knew you had no time
But you let the day drift away


I love your depression and I love your double chin
I love 'most everything that you bring to this offering

Oh I know that I left you in places of despair
Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair
At night I trip without you, and hope I don't wake up
'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone
Our clocks are ticking now so before our time is gone
We could get a house and some boxes on the lawn
We could make babies and accidental songs

I know I've been a liar and I know I've been a fool
I hope we didn't break yet, but I'm glad we broke the rules
My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through
I cover my eyes, still all I see is you


Saturday, August 18, 2007

Audrey Kawasaki

A regular guy seldom shares his stash of porn. Locked away from the prying eyes of girlfriends, mothers, wives, partners, mistresses, flings, one-night-stands, fuck buddies and secretaries, it is a treasure he guards furiously.

So for the one time here in littlefish.blogspot, I will share with every one of you the regular porn site that I surf. (***warning*** NSFW!)

Clickety lick click. Touch me here.

There is so much I wish to own!!!

Giles for Intel

Asus - a Taiwanese IT company that provided us with real value for money laptops and other computer peripherals is a recognised brand here. The company was started by engineers from ACER who jumped ship.

Asus derived its name from "Pegasus". Without the "Peg." So it's suppose to be pronounced as "er-sirs"? I know for sure nobody will understand that in Sim Lim or Funan. You're better off saying "ah-soos".

So after the Asus-Lamborghini VX1 laptop head-on clash with the Ferrari-Red Acer laptop has come and gone, Asus has teamed up with British Designer of the Year - Giles "Get Yer Freak On!" Deacon to do up a laptop for the fashion conscious.
(image from Selfridges.com)
Sold exclusively at Selfridges, the price tag at £1,499 for a machine with specifications that cost half the price is not inviting. Coupled with the tribal-ish design that is heavily featured in his A/W 07 collection, not very exciting.

Or appealing. (image from nymag.com)

But generally, you do see a rather obvious new wave of designer-led eletronic products. Prada-LG phone comes to mind. So is the Dolce & Gabbana-Motorola phone. How about the less known and unavailable in Singapore Diane von Furstenberg collabaration with T-Mobile Sidekick 3 phone. Thus far, this is the first of possibly many forays into laptops by designers.

My opinion? I think when you are creative, it doesn't matter what you specialise in. You apply that creativity and sense of design-aestheticism in everything you do. Conscious or subconsciously. So it makes perfect sense for designers to cross fields and design products not normally associated with their name.. It's not a new idea. Design and creative collectives have been around for the longest time.

Thursday, August 16, 2007


我嘛是想要我嘛是想要 重新来做起

3 "UCK"s in life

If you're a person of zero substance, that's what you basically need to get through life. The 3 "uck"s.

But as with most objects that have over-whelming form but limited function, the sell-by date arrives much earlier.

The first "uck" is LUCK. That can really get you ahead. Securing that interview you want so much. It's not always about what is written in your resume. Sometimes the Head of Huamn Resource picks up your file and just happens to like your face, the university you attended etc etc....

The second is SUCK. Now don't be naughty. I don't mean to do a fellatio or cunninglingus. I mean to "suck dick" metaphorically. Nobody hates a compliment. S/he may refuse it but compliment once given cannot be returned. So go ahead, praise that 40 year old virgin who is approving your job application. Wax lyrical about the virtues of MILFs and how the scene just exploded in the last 5 years or so. If that fails, well, "suck" can be taken literally.

Lastly, to get ahead of everybody else, there is always the option of FUCK. Well, you knew that last "UCK" must be fuck right? Admit it. You were just waiting for it.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


Some songs tear you apart from the first note. Some song titles tell you that you will fall in love with them even without listening to them. It is the promise held within that first note. Those few words that conjure up images that you can identify with. These songs may ultimately let you down but those first impressions count for much.

Imagine Elizabeth as an unborn baby girl. This is the song written for her.

Now console the living who may never recover from it.

(to insert story here)

Elizabeth, You Were Born To Play That Part

For you I'd do anything
Tear myself in two
Just to hear you breathe

Calculate the changes that in time
Turn to nothing and then multiply
Yourself by my pain

Over you is where I stand
I wish I knew why
But I don't understand

I'm waiting on someone that just won't show
And every night it seems like there's no tomorrow
Not that you will ever know

Wherever you are, I hope you're happy now
I'm caught in a dream and I can't get out
I'm caught in a dream
I'm caught in an endless dream

Wherever you are, I hope you're happy now
I'm caught in a dream and I can't get out
I'm caught in an endless dream
And I'm not strong enough to let you go

And I have tried everything
But that

Ryan Adams

Human Condition

To me, this few lines from SRXT by Bloc Party explains the human condition very well.

If you want to know what makes me sad,
well, it's hope - the endurance of faith.

A battle that lasts a lifetime,
a fight that never ends

To be flawless may not be possible but it is our belief that perfection can be achieved or near achievable that will disappointment us.

881 Secret

Watched these two much talked about movies recently. I think 881 will do wonders for the local Getai scene this 7th Lunar month. It will also change the impression of hokkien song for many. Secret will introduce a whole lot of youngsters to the music and life of Chopin. It will make learning to play the piano by couples the new "in" thing after Ghost made pottery classes big in the 90s.

881 wasn't much of a comedy. Even the funny bits weren't totally funny. The cinematography reminded me of Hou Hsiao Hsien's Three Times or Zui Hao De Shi Guang. Alot of depth that is created by way of using door and window frames, curtains, grilles, gates, beads etc etc. The story was not too bad but lacks a good scriptwriter. Perhaps a better editor. The laughs were generated mainly from usage of dialects, over-the-top acting and innuendos. No clever script. I like the bits where at the drop of a note, Guan Yin - mute played by Qi Yuwu would automatically grab the table to make space for the song and dance routine. Qi Yuwu confirms his status as Benedict Goh II. I see more credible acting from the chicken he is holding. The rest of the cast was par excellent though. Yeo Yann Yann and Mindee Ong owned their parts. So did the angmoh durain sisters May and Choy. Super bitchy. And their lousy mandarin just made them all the more bitchy. The music was super as well. The music production team headed by Eric Ng, head honcho of the Funkie Monkies captured every little detail of the Getai sound. Down pat to the techno remix of popular tunes so evident these years in the Getai scene. Don't get me wrong about the movie. I think the setting was super. Getai, why didn't anybody else thought of that. The acting quality ranged from totally credible to poor. Story was typical but emotionally told and portrayed. But the script like not very por-fessional [sic]....editing also....and how the sisters decided to call themsleves 881 seems sudden and unexplained.

Secret or Bu Neng Shuo De Mi MI by Jay Chou was amazing considering this is his big screen debut. He really did do his homework well with the MTVs he helmed for his songs. The story again was totally fantastic although character and love development between Jay and the lead girl, Rain (not the Korean star lah) can be further improved. Script again....can we hold back a little of the Taiwan Idol-drama crap? Acting was...... alright, nothing too challenging here for both leads. As to his directing skills, well I must say Jay has the chops. But he most probably has got a full-fledged professional team behind him. Don't want to diminish his talent by saying that. I wish him all the best for his next movie.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Harajuku gets all the fun

Uniqlo's T-shirt specialist store, UT, has been operating out of Harajuku since April this year. With special collaborations with people like Gareth "UHU" Pugh, Kim Jones and Peter "New Order" Saville, it's should be getting people excited.

Sine H&M is supposedly gonna come our way in the future (I ON, I heard). Will Uniqlo do the same?

I don't mind the whole world's Giordano equivalent to be in Singapore. Who would really?

Monday, August 13, 2007


My MacBook is currently in a hospital for treatment. No ICU needed. Probably in a Class C ward. Minimum 5 days. For a wonky left Command key. If you don't know what a 'Command' key is, well, it's that button with the four-clover icon and a small Apple logo. It's also commonly known as the 'Apple' key.

Sunday Breakfast

They were not from the estate. At 9 o'clock on a Sunday morning, to be dressed so spiffily, they were most probably stopping by for breakfast before attending the morning service at the church along the main road. A brisk walk of 5 minutes will quickly get them in time for the 9:20 service.

The man, in his neatly pressed shirt, sat down at the table eagerly. The woman, in a blouse and skirt combination that looked better suited for a wedding dinner banquet stood near the table, looking around. They definitely were not related in any other fashion besides being from the same congregation. The body language showed it all. Such warm and orderly cordialness. Words spoken in a lilting tone.

Both looked to be in their 50s. They might have known each other for the last 2 or maybe 3 decades but had always only met on a Sunday. Sometimes they might even miss each other because they were so many other such friends and so little time. A Sunday morning was all they could afford for each other.

She sat down but not before smoothing her skirt with her palms pressed firmly from the back of her waist down to her knees. She tilted her head and glanced to ensure that her petticoat wasn't showing. Tugged the bottom of her blouse and straightened her back.

She ordered kopi (coffee with condensed milk) while he had milo kosong (chocolate drink without milk or sweetener). Upon hearing his choice of beverage, she gave an awkward smile of approval. As if to admit that she should be more careful about her sugar intake.

"So healthy ah? Milo kosong?", she remarked.

Cleanliness was not the only thing next to godliness it appears. Perhaps being health-conscious was on par. Given that new forms of cancer are found on a regular basis coupled with sky-rocketing medical charges. He just smiled back before saying he doesn't take much sweet stuff.

Her order came first. Two pieces of toast, crust still intact and sliced down the diagonals. Spread in between the bread was kaya (coconut and egg jam) and Planta margarine.

"Just bread?", he asked. Raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I try to eat lightly. Seldom hungry in the morning. Sometimes I even skip breakfast.", she replied. Her lilt finding its way back into her voice. She seemed to have found her worthiness again.

At around this time, his order came. Mee-kiah tah (dried noodles).

"Well, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I try to have a hearty breakfast so that it can take me through the rest of the day.", he continued matter-of-fact-ly.

They settled down to their breakfast. She decided that she will attend the 7:45 service next Sunday forth.

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere
I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one,
Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a 10-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out


Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, well, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people said that you were easily led
And they were half-right
Oh, they ... oh, they were half-right, oh

It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
It's time that the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
You made him old


Singapore Rojak

They say New York is a melting pot. I hear people saying Singapore is "rojak". A mish-mash of cooked and raw ingredients tossed in an earthen bowl. A dressing comprising crushed peanuts, prawn paste, belachan, sugar, lime juice and finely cut ginger flower.

When asked to name a distinctly, or "uniquely" - the Singapore Tourism Board would have foreigners believe, Singaporean whatchamightcallit, most would say "Singlish". Which is a really a linguistic version of "rojak".

This afternoon I saw the world as I sat down at a local eatery near my home.

I ate Hainanese Chicken Rice. Which is really the nation's hawker food champion. Real Hainanese from Hainan Island don't make chicken rice the way Singaporeans do. I forgot to mention that the chicken rice was Halal - Arabic for "permissible" which meant that Muslims can consume this chicken rice. MUIS Approved!

Furthermore, the seller had a Chinese National server and preparer. The sounded like they were from Beijing. Maybe not.

To top things off, there was music playing in the background. Guess what? They were Christian songs singing songs of praise! Oh well, it was Sunday afterall.....

Sunday, August 12, 2007

That shaped my perspective

I was no my way to grandma's with my mum today when she told me about a neighbour who was showing signs of early alzheimer's disease. The neighbour was only in her early 60s. Her husband was still going strong and it was him who told my dad about it. Of course my dad told my mum.

That kind of confirmed certain beliefs that I hold. And that is when you have met the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start soon.

After visiting my grandma, I was a little freaked out by how old she is now. She didn't have white hair till she was like in her 70s. Her hair is greying rapidly, her sense of hearing has been going down for some time now and her eyelids are getting too heavy for her and so she has to pry her eyes open or tape it up in order to get better vision.

Families are very important to me. I constantly remind myself of that.

If Picasso did AIDS Awareness Ads....

Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before

Question: Which song by The Smiths does this remind you of?

Answer: Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others

Friday, August 10, 2007

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the sky here
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
The night


Thursday, August 09, 2007

Are you on it yet?


In my not so brilliant moments

I still harbour thoughts of making my own t-shirts.

Or are you just happy to see me?

I think modern life changed the way we view sex. I have a feeling that before the Age of Enlightenment in Europe, 8th Century in India (before the introduction of Islam) and the rise of the Qing Dynasty in China, the human race were a rather hedonistic bunch. Sexually.

There is so much literature on sensual and sexual practices from before those times.

So now when I see a reception lady grimacing awkwardly when I ask her for assistance, I am wondering if she in the midst of doing her Kegel exercise.


It's a few days before the lunar 7th month begins. That's when the Gates of Hell open for the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Just like last year, I really want to go Phuket in the 9th Lunar month for the Phuket Vegetarian Festival which is a nine day celebration of the Taoist Ninth Heavenly Emperor.

Check out the special site for the event. Went alone last year and will do so again if can't find suitable people. It's crazy to some to travel so far for photography. It's only 3 hours or so lor. Then there is the delicious street food, cheap massages and fantastic views. Muay Thai is exciting, tour of surrounding islands is exhilarating and entertainment is extensive. I should not talk about cheap alcohol, cigarettes and other forms of debaucheries. *twitch*

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Twenty Four Hours - Joy Division

Same songs share the same title but the sentiments are polar opposites....

Take Twenty Four Hours for example. One's by Athlete the other's by Joy Division. Both British. The former is from Deptford, South London while the latter is from Salford in Manchester. The former is hopeful while the latter is kinda hopeless.


He allowed the silence to hang in the space between the two of them. Her head turned away. The anguish he felt was apparent enough to wrench his heart. The silence had hung on too long and too often. He felt at a loss. Desperation took a hold of him yet the reticence in him had always stopped him from doing more. Or saying more.

They were stopped at a traffic light and the vehicles whizzing across them became a blur. The familiarity of the moment provided the only distraction for him. Was it in a movie? The pedestrians crossing the road formed a kaleidoscopic strip no his windscreen. Occasionally he could catch one or two faces turning to look into the car. Nobody he knew. But from the cursory glance, he felt that they had a knowing look. At that moment, he remembered again how the world had always continued to go on about its business even in the greatest of his personal tragedies.

He fought to hold back the tears and anticipated the warm stream flowing down his cheeks. He secretly wished that was the reason why she was turned way. To hide the tears. But he knew better. That only made him want to tear more.

The lights changed and he moved off. The amber streetlights casted shadows in his car, forming a regular pattern increased in its frequency.

He let her turn away so that he can escape into the wicked night. Alone with his demons.


Twenty Four Hours

So this is permanence, love's shattered pride.
What once was innocence, turned on its side.
A cloud hangs over me, marks every move,
Deep in the memory, of what once was love.

Oh how I realised how I wanted time,
Put into perspective, tried so hard to find,
Just for one moment, thought I'd found my way.
Destiny unfolded, I watched it slip away.

Excessive flashpoints, beyond all reach,
Solitary demands for all I'd like to keep.
Let's take a ride out, see what we can find,
A valueless collection of hopes and past desires.

I never realised the lengths I'd have to go,
All the darkest corners of a sense I didn't know.
Just for one moment, I heard somebody call,
Looked beyond the day in hand, there's nothing there at all.

Now that I've realised how it's all gone wrong,
Gotta find some therapy, this treatment takes too long.
Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway,
Gotta find my destiny, before it gets too late.

Joy Division


I can't help but pigeon-hole people. Bad habit but it's a necessary evil. I can't help but read too much into things. I do my mental sums and jump to conclusions.

I can't stand the smugness that some people have when they try to do the same only to put me into the wrong pigeon hole and fail their maths hence the wrong conclusion.

They should belong to a species that are best suited to be naturally de-selected.

I <3 Darwin!

Monday, August 06, 2007

Because you asked

What else is there when you find only disappointment in the human condition but yet you do not lose your sense of irony. You may be saddened by situations around you yet you continue to have a healthy sense of humour. Your current plight keeps you in despair yet you remain your best hope for salvage. You read and your write to fill up the silent corners your heart. You imagine and conjure up vivid images in an attempt to replace the memories that remain.

You may soon realise. Sooner than you think. Than you actually prepared yourself for.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

I Taught Myself How To Grow Old

His hair touseled by the wind, two fingers holding Camels like a vice and his watching showing 4:20. Dressed casually in his jeans and leather jacket, he sat down, took a big mouthful of beer and smiled easy. With his eyes downcast, he began to sing......... (Live on David Letterman)

I Taught Myself How To Grow Old

Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane
Without the numbness all the pain is so intense to feel
Especially now it added up through the years
And I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Now I'm crooked on the outside and the inside's broke

Most of the time I got nothing to say
When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway
I know I'm probably better off this way
I just listen to the voices on the TV till I'm tired
My eyes go heavy and I fade away

Cause I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Till I was crooked on the outside
I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Till I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved
Crooked on the outside, inside's caved
Crooked on the outside, inside's caved

I taught myself how to grow old

Ryan Adams

So when will radio play this song?

P.s. There is a favourite line to almost every song that I like. And in this song, it is the part where it goes "Without the numbness all the pain is so intense to feel, especially now it added up through the years".

Left was left alone

Not a very clever title, I know.

Auto cars are so easy to drive. Amazing....

Made a very bad statement today while I was stopped at a traffic light. Looking around, I figured I wasn't exactly in the middle of the lane and pointing a wee bit to the left as I prepared to turn left..."I'm not exactly straight." said I, nonchalantly. "It's ok..." replied my instructor.

Oh well.......I should keep my mind focused on driving.

I can't think of a title

I have not been to a certain watering-hole amongst the bankers and the sort until this year. And within a span of 2 months, I was there thrice. Nope, still don't like the place much and the beer prices are too high.

Friend of mine sings there on Friday nights so I make it a point to go there. She was in Singapore Idol (first edition) and amongst the top twenty. She and her friendster face friend, Kewei, sing covers of almost anything under the sun. Carpenters, Bon Jovi and everybody in between. The songs can be evergreen like Somewhere Over The Rainbow to recent stuff from Amy Winehouse.

Wanted to bum at Timbre but Timmy was not playing and there was a queue outside so we decided to head off for drinks and an early night. It's weird conversation with Ser. Japanese pornography, 9-11 conspiracy and Korean hostages.

No Zouk this weekend. Which isn't a bad thing cause I'm having driving lessons in the morning. After a sleepy afternoon, had a short 40 minute running session before succumbing to McSpicy and upsized fries. I think hubbub spoiled her dinner with McWings. The calories!!! I am having McGuilt.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

I wondered...

I did a Google Search for "irritating mum" but didn't see my mum's name in the hits. There were 417, 000 results but not one had my mum in it.

To say I am disappointed is an understatement.

Random fact?

So there I was, brushing my teeth. Looked into the mirror and for the first time in all my 28 years I realised something. Alright, so I didn't have full set of teeth till I was past a year old and never started brushing till I was what? 5? 6?

Anyway, I realised that the foretip of my tongue follows wherever the toothbrush goes. It's like there is some magnetic force attracting them to each other...

Does your tongue get attracted to your toothbrush like mine?

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

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Funny Post

I seriously have nothing to blog about.

So will just do some funny shite.

Tell me if you get it.