Saturday, November 25, 2006
Shattered Dreams
Ok guys, this is definitely worthy of being looked at. I mean, come on, you just have got to watch this ok!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g08d_WzinTA&eurl=It made me delirious!
3:02 AM
Friday, November 24, 2006
Needs
A long time ago, when I was still enjoying my life as a secondary school kid, there came a point I was asked to explain something to a teacher in class. I don't remember what it was about, but in the end, we I had an enlightenment on two very simple words. Those of 'Want' and 'Need'. She explained to me that there's a big diferrence in wanting and needing something. It could be anything. A desired object of affection, a human source of affection, a scheduled favourite television programme, or even the action of going to release yourself in the loo. A sentence is made less or more meaningful when either words are substituted in.
I remembered I wanted a lot of things when I was younger. Those cool, remote-controlled mini helicopters, the Nikkon remoter-controlled cars, the Power Rangers Megazord and Dragonzord, the cool Hot Wheels set and much more. As a kid, you'd want anything that entertains you. I didn't even give a thought as to how much money goes into it. All that mattered was me getting things. I didn't really get all that, save for the Megazord and Dragonzord. Maybe it was because I was shy, an introvert who wasn't willing to show any hint of desire for anything. I couldn't understand it back then, as to why I never said I wanted all those things. But the moment my teacher talked about the important difference between 'Wants' and 'Needs', it struck me right then. A sense of renewal as I understood myself. Why I never wanted it was because I never needed it. I fought the urge of showering myself with gifts as I kept on thinking about how my mum and dad worked so hard just to afford me education. That's why, everytime I gaze into my parents, I just couldn't bear to say it out. Simple words with heavy burdens. Money does not come easy, and neither do good parents. I'm proud to say I have the best parents around, and it pains me sometimes, to think I may not be able to achieve the one thing they want from me. Still, I love them. I need them in my life.
Even now, those words still linger in my head. I have a lot of things I want to get: American Fender Stratocaster Standard; Nikon D40; Nikon L5; Alienware computer; Playstation 3; Nokia N80; Gundam Wing model collections; Martin acoustic guitar. The list can go on, but I just think to myself, it's just things I want, not those I really need. I'm fortunate to be where I am now, to be who I am, and life goes on for me, with or without things I want. I never want to be the burden on anybody. It's just a bonus if I can get any of those.
I wish people knew how to distinguish what they want and need, because we live in a world oblivious to people's needs, needy people, historical artifacts and sites in need of repair, forests in need of protection, animals in need of preservation, and a global population in need of the truth from corrupted organisations. Are we that blind to the truth that we forget that we were given eyes? Are we so deaf to the cries of millions in pain? Are we that dumb to believe lies to be called the most intelligent being on the planet? It's time we started being aware of the things around us by finding it out ourselves. Free your mind from the bars of conformity, and seek the ugly truth you never knew. Do you want this knowledge? Do you need to know? The decision is solely up to you.
6:39 PM
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Kiwi
Worthy of mention.
http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/66534/Kiwi.htmlEnjoy.
2:45 AM
Monday, November 20, 2006
Rainy Pleasures
There's always been a certain type of relationship between me and the rain. I've always admired it. Somehow, I feel it makes the world a more beautiful place with every downpour it endows us. I realised this while walking the normal route to the old 147 bus stop, a place with fond memories of my first crush, insane early rides to zhonghua (a habit in the early years because I wanted to be in school first), having my butt molested by a short, old woman (it's sadly true) and of the longest 'open fly' record ever made by me (a woman got a first class view just 10 centimeters away while I was standing in the crowded bus; silent apologies to her). Well, let's not elaborate further on that. Heh.
In any case, it felt good to be outside once again, after days of wasting myself at home, punishing my biological clock by sleeping close to five in the morning, and waking up in the late afternoon. I can't seem to sleep early nowadays. (My mind tends to get active in the silent hours of morning, so it drags me along with it.) While I walk in the rain, shielded by my umbrella, I took a careful look at my surroundings. Sure, it's the same old path I used to take, but everything looks so pristine when it rains. You see all forms of objects glimmering to life, radiating some sort of beauty. The tree leaves were brightly green, as if it didn't need the sunlight anymore. The buildings displayed its colours proudly, after a cool, clean bath in nature's shower. People change with the rain too. I saw old folks relaxing under a hut-like structure, sitting down while enjoying the cool winds the rain offered, sometimes trickled by the tiniest drops of rain. Everything around me just feels so peaceful. I love the rain.
When I was in secondary school, whenever there was rain, I would leisurely walk in it, be it a light drizzle or a heavy downpour. Of course, this usually happens when I'm on the way home, and alone. I enjoyed the sounds of the raindrops hitting me, especially of those hitting my skull. It was music in the making, and if only I knew Gene Kelly's 'Singing In The Rain' lyrics then, I would have gladly danced and sang to it. I probably didn't care if anyone thought I was crazy, but I was always enjoying it. I'd come home, all drenched and shivering, pruned, and having all my books partially wet, thanks to a little protection from my bag and plastic folders. It was never my intention to get sick from the rain, which rarely occurs, as I love going to school. Back then, there was always something to look forward to. No, it's not because of school activities, but the friends I've come to know and love. Nothing beats life when accompanied by great friends. Glad to say I've met many good ones there.
There was also a very weird relationship between the rain, me and a particular friend of mine. When we wanted to go out and meet, there were a lot of times when it rained just before or immediately after we met, and we'd always be amazed how it always happens to be that way. But I liked that. It made me think that there was really a connection between me and her. Normally, people will be thinking it should be regarded as an omen, but hey, I love the rain. To me, it was a blessing.
Rain, rain, go away Come again some other day We want to go outside and play Come again some other dayWhoever thought of this song must have been a spoilt kid. Heh.
11:06 PM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Can I Speak To You
I found this audio clip that is really damn creative and hilarious. Now I know I'd never work as a telemarketer, well, at least not in the USA anyway. Strain your ears, cos there's quite a bit of laughter that blocks the conversation. Still, it's good.
http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/65836/How_to_Mess_With_Telemarketers.htmlI'm currently using a Nokia 6610 right now, and somehow, it feels good to use old things. It's not old enough to be considered an antique or a thing of the middle ages, but old enough to be out of trend. It's my most reliable phone. It has never failed me, is user-friendly and is filled with sentimental value. I've had this phone since 2003, on my birthday. I bought this phone because of my ex the last time. We made a promise to buy the same phone. (It was one of the famous colour handphones at that time. She never bought it in the end.) Since then, I've been saving messages of importance to me. Some people can never see why I should be even saving a message that only says 'Yes'. But you know, by looking at the date and such details, I can remember conversations that really meant something. Things and subjects that gives those little tugs in your heart, like how an angler feels when he he hooks something heavy in the Pacific Ocean, unexpectant of what kind of big catch he is getting. On a side note, it seems my Inbox is a source of entertainment, seeing as to how I keep some ridiculously useless messages. One man's garbage is another man's treasure.
Anyway, I'm kind of enamoured by the Nokia N80. Haha. I will try and get it during the Christmas promotions, when my Starhub line expires. Whether I keep the old number or not, I'm still unsure as to that for the moment. I want to leave some of the memories behind this number. But N80 is definitely on my list of things to get. I need to get a job.
6:32 PM
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Colours
Red. My favourite colour, probably the first one I got such feelings for. People who know me have seen me wear red a lot of times. Clothes, accessories, bags, there's definitely some red you can find on me. My all time favourite character was the Red Ranger, Jason, from the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. I was so into the program that after saturday extra lessons at my primary school, I'd run home, even through the rain, just to catch it in the nick of time. (It was broadcasted weekly, on saturdays, at 10 am, if memory serves me right.) I was recently crushed when I was told he acted in a gay porn movie. *Goes into shock* Although I've not seen direct evidence to this, the image has been tarnished. Heh. I still support the Red Ranger though. Anyway, my take on red? Power and lust. It feels good, wearing red.
Green. Comes close to red. To me, it represents every environmental aspect of me. Green makes me calm, as it reminds me of the wonderful world of nature, with all its little insects to the giant beasts of the jungle. It's not exactly like a five-star resort to live in the wild, but you have to admire the beauty of nature, and the course it takes. Eat or be eaten, every organism has to live with the fear of losing their life everyday. It's not easy. And you'd wonder, what if we started living like the wild animals? Murder wouldn't sound very wrong if that happened. Aside from the reality of such a world, there's underlying beauty everytime. Just take a look at National Geographic Channel or Discovery Channel once in a while. It feels good, watching green.
Blue. An underdog of a colour. It's the one colour that I truly feel relaxed in. People say I resemble a blue guy, because of the calm person I am. Well, their opinion anyway. I'm unsure as to whether that is really true, but I do know I enjoy watching the blue sky and sea. Again, something to do with the world, but you've got to admit, we do live in a wonderful world. Whether it remains that way, I guess humans have to realise sooner or later that unless some conservative attitude is imbued into us, the world will continue to rot further, or, die off sooner. Does humanity truly knows no boundary, or is it ignorance in play? In any case, blue makes me feel small. Compared to the sky and sea, I'm nothing more than a tiny speck, ignored by the world. It feels good, to be warped in blue.
Pink. Not exactly a colour I would appreciate, but it has its admirable side. In all honesty, I am quite the kind to be biased against it, at first. Then someone made me wear a pink shirt once, and I thought to myself, it ain't all that bad. Heh. I guess I hated it because of Barbie and stuff like that. It made anyone who touched it look gay. Well, childish thoughts aside, it's just a colour, predominantly judged by society to be a girl thing. Mental barriers in place, it's not hard to see why I was kind of biased. Alas, I've grown, and I appreciate, the colour, especially when today, I've finally gotten back my pink Identification Card (IC). Haha. Pink. It's the new trend. It feels good, to feel pink.
Colour. It's good to see all of them.
Well, that sums it up. On a side note, I would like to say ORD LOH~!
I know it's cliche, but heck, it's finally over! The tradition of such exclamations lives on.
11:09 AM
Friday, November 03, 2006
Viewing Pleasure
From one end to the other, the view caught me by surprise, and I was left there speechless, awed by the serenity of such a sight. The air was still that night, but it was only a minor discomfort to endure in exchange for the joy I felt. Indeed, our pair of eyes are one of the greatest gifts given, unmatched by any forms of optical technology that claims to be the "world's best". Scanning the sky and the horizons, I was glad that hoon brought me to such a magical place. It was exactly the kind of scene that I had wanted to see. A mixture of Mother Nature's stunning beauty, with a slight pinch of civilisation basking in its technological achievements, under the permanently humble light from the moon and stars, to be doubly replicated in the reflection of the gentle waters, and left untouched by the corroding hands of humanity. Simply put, it was stunning. A sight I shall selfishly keep secret, to preserve its beauty for just a little longer.
From a request, I went on to search for a perfect place to view the sunrise here in Singapore. It is that never-ending quest to find that one spot that will make you feel lucky to be alive, just from the sight of it. What better person to ask for such help other than hoon. Through the many times we've gone out, I've always respected her for always being out of the ordinary, conversing and knowing many things and places we normally do not even notice. She is the ultimate outdoors buddy.
What was originally set out to be a quest for the perfect sunrise ended up being a journey of admiration, travelling to different corners of the land, enjoying the breeze and wavy waters. Sometimes, you just don't need a sunrise to make your day. All you need is the serenity of your surroundings, the cool breeze with no weird odours, a cooling spot to chill out, and great company. Of course, a starlit sky is a bonus if you're lucky. We stayed till very late, or rather, very early.
I also feasted on watching 'The Prestige' yesterday. Like any other person who has watched the movie, I would like to say it was downright awesome, and in the words of a friend, 'tricky'. I like movies that will keep you grounded, with no guesses, until the very end of the movie. May there be many more great movies to come. Anyway, no spoilers here, so I'd just like to say, please watch the movie. I highly recommend it.
Pardon my absence from the blogging world, but I've yet to find any form of inspiration to induce myself to a sense of endless writing. For the moment, I'd like to ensure that I've been busy immersing myself in the world of books, and not rotting myself away. A friend had been rather worried when she didn't see me online or blogging for a rather long time, and I am very touched by that. Haha. A toast to you for feeling that way. I'll keep in mind that I should at least drop you a short mail, or a sign, to show that I'm not dead or have been paralysed by a sting from a dangerous organism, or maybe tied up by secret operatives hired by people with too much money, or had my fingers, toes and nose chopped off by the mafia, or had my computer disabled because I was too poor to afford electricity or go to a cyber cafeteria. Thank you. I miss you.
Other than that, silently cheer for me to continue blogging with a higher frequency. (That goes for you too inner voice.)
8:58 PM