When you achieve something out of the blue on Christmas.
And I don't even celebrate Christmas.
I'm a free spirit. I don't like to be tied down by rules. I am my own leader. And I don't care for being confined by four walls.
Yet I find that I always get mixed up in it.
I don't mind a 9-5 job (mine is 81/2-5, weekdays). It really depends on kind of job.
I will be stuck in there start on Monday. (Let me brag a bit) Top-notch insurance company in Asia.
I'm delighted, I'll give you that. Almost close to the moon. Alas, not sure I get the job. I'm on probation anyway.
Felicitation. Cheers! And Merry Christmas.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Self-learn -The Whole Shebang
Wish I could use up the time to learn something. Something that would benefit myself in every aspect. I hav quite a few in mind.
Dancing. I never really learn how to dance. Somewhere in me, there's a belief that I can do better. Because of flexibility? Hobby? I guess is because the taste of freedom. Freedom of movement so tempting.
French. I always wanted to learn a new language. It is always a credit and something to thank for to grow up in country like Malaysia. The advantage of learning English as second language, Mandarin, and Malay. Now it is time to take up one of the European language, The Language of Love.
Make-up. Not the complicated one. Just something subtle and very basic of mix and match of the colors. I'm not that good in colors.
Guitar. I was just wondering if I prefer piano over guitar. Taking rate and portability into account, guitar wins hands down. Space-saving too!
Photographing. Since blogging, a special interest towards taking photograph grown in me. Well, again, I merely require the base.
Writing. This, I will have to take up courses and seminars to brush it up. Maybe creative-writing as well. Who knows, you might be reading my Bestselling one day.
Communication. It's the second impression people get though. And it counts! Most people need it to connect and reconnect. You might get filled in your coveted position! Better job prospect!
I hope I able to follow through them. Soon.
Dancing. I never really learn how to dance. Somewhere in me, there's a belief that I can do better. Because of flexibility? Hobby? I guess is because the taste of freedom. Freedom of movement so tempting.
French. I always wanted to learn a new language. It is always a credit and something to thank for to grow up in country like Malaysia. The advantage of learning English as second language, Mandarin, and Malay. Now it is time to take up one of the European language, The Language of Love.
Make-up. Not the complicated one. Just something subtle and very basic of mix and match of the colors. I'm not that good in colors.
Guitar. I was just wondering if I prefer piano over guitar. Taking rate and portability into account, guitar wins hands down. Space-saving too!
Photographing. Since blogging, a special interest towards taking photograph grown in me. Well, again, I merely require the base.
Writing. This, I will have to take up courses and seminars to brush it up. Maybe creative-writing as well. Who knows, you might be reading my Bestselling one day.
Communication. It's the second impression people get though. And it counts! Most people need it to connect and reconnect. You might get filled in your coveted position! Better job prospect!
I hope I able to follow through them. Soon.
Dull Habitation
Since mom's away from town, can't bear the feeling of me and dad cooped up in the house until the cows come home. The house used to be full of noises and thumping footsteps.
Maybe I do miss it. Or just unusual atmosphere.
We are reaching 2nd month now. Just me and dad, which is unusually first-timers.
This season I feel restless. Wish I could do something benefit other than reading. Two Bestsellers in a week sounds like a break-record to me, not to mention four, which is the max number of books you borrow from the library.
To top off, I still have a promise I haven't followed through.
Maybe I do miss it. Or just unusual atmosphere.
We are reaching 2nd month now. Just me and dad, which is unusually first-timers.
This season I feel restless. Wish I could do something benefit other than reading. Two Bestsellers in a week sounds like a break-record to me, not to mention four, which is the max number of books you borrow from the library.
To top off, I still have a promise I haven't followed through.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Shining by Stephen King
412 pages out of 683 pages.
Not that particularly I want to remember. But I just so happened to find myself acted like a baby.
To come this far, I think the climax sign is showing. To tell that I was acting out like a baby last night on account of I kept the light on until sunrise.
It is a chilling tale alright. Everybody knows him well and loud. I'll give you that, an ultimate writer of horror. I had never read any book of his, so this is my first. I was greatly drawn to the story.
I'd been told by Dan it had been made into a movie. Well, I'd like to be indulged in that someday. A gripping yet chilling classic tale must be worth a flick to watch to.
Not that particularly I want to remember. But I just so happened to find myself acted like a baby.
To come this far, I think the climax sign is showing. To tell that I was acting out like a baby last night on account of I kept the light on until sunrise.
It is a chilling tale alright. Everybody knows him well and loud. I'll give you that, an ultimate writer of horror. I had never read any book of his, so this is my first. I was greatly drawn to the story.
I'd been told by Dan it had been made into a movie. Well, I'd like to be indulged in that someday. A gripping yet chilling classic tale must be worth a flick to watch to.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Hunchback of Notre-dame
Watching the long-time film of the City of Love made me wonder how many children nowadays appreciate cartoon like this.
How about Snow White and Sleeping Beauty?
With the never-ending remakes of Beauty and The Beast and the Rapunzel, they all still capture the masses' glimpse of attention now and again. They were great stories once, success in captured the hearts of many children of the globe. And yes, they are romance stories of children!
When I watched the Hunchback's, the story was simple and predictable. But great lesson to learn for a kid.
Compare to any 3D animation films, I seem to be more appreciate a classical story with the original classical graphic.
How about Snow White and Sleeping Beauty?
With the never-ending remakes of Beauty and The Beast and the Rapunzel, they all still capture the masses' glimpse of attention now and again. They were great stories once, success in captured the hearts of many children of the globe. And yes, they are romance stories of children!
When I watched the Hunchback's, the story was simple and predictable. But great lesson to learn for a kid.
Compare to any 3D animation films, I seem to be more appreciate a classical story with the original classical graphic.
Big Dress Minus The Cap
Last night was a success at the hotel. Everyone was at their best appearances with best hair, best make-up, best dress and heels.
I donned my plain everyday-school-outfit. You might think I was the dullest one at the scene. I was glad I covered by the big dress.
Dan said he was happy cos he was the only one who knew what's under it. It was funny.
Their outlooks made me thought of we're in a fashion show. Their unnatural make-ups to look best in the shot just way too dramatic to me.
Afterall, it was just a formal function. The dyed hairs and make-ups should be thrown out of the window!
I know I did achieve something I ever thought I'd achieve last night. It proved my appearance there was not futile afterall. I do appreciate it.
The only thing that is left in the back of my mind, perhaps is how I will turn out 4 months from now.
The best award I achieved today, should prove something bigger then meets the eye, in the coming few months. I hope it won't be a let-down.
Now dad has put the heavy award sitting in the main room.
I donned my plain everyday-school-outfit. You might think I was the dullest one at the scene. I was glad I covered by the big dress.
Dan said he was happy cos he was the only one who knew what's under it. It was funny.
Their outlooks made me thought of we're in a fashion show. Their unnatural make-ups to look best in the shot just way too dramatic to me.
Afterall, it was just a formal function. The dyed hairs and make-ups should be thrown out of the window!
I know I did achieve something I ever thought I'd achieve last night. It proved my appearance there was not futile afterall. I do appreciate it.
The only thing that is left in the back of my mind, perhaps is how I will turn out 4 months from now.
The best award I achieved today, should prove something bigger then meets the eye, in the coming few months. I hope it won't be a let-down.
Now dad has put the heavy award sitting in the main room.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Man Without Words
I live with that.
Sometimes, words are not necessary. The more you talk, it only sounds how pathetic you are. It seems to serve a better way for you to give excuses. More you talk, more you're avoiding the topic. All the questions asked.
People always ask to much questions. They seems to have a little trouble in finding the right time - the best time - to ask whatever on their minds.
It's only a way to show how much they care. A way to show how inapropriate they are at times. Being ignorant of how many tons of pressure I find myself to endure.
Whenever they are at the wrong time, they are pestilential.
It isn't something you can just grin and bear.
And I should stash myself away.
Sometimes, words are not necessary. The more you talk, it only sounds how pathetic you are. It seems to serve a better way for you to give excuses. More you talk, more you're avoiding the topic. All the questions asked.
People always ask to much questions. They seems to have a little trouble in finding the right time - the best time - to ask whatever on their minds.
It's only a way to show how much they care. A way to show how inapropriate they are at times. Being ignorant of how many tons of pressure I find myself to endure.
Whenever they are at the wrong time, they are pestilential.
It isn't something you can just grin and bear.
And I should stash myself away.
Mr.White's Visit
The most scary thing I've ever experienced so far is knowing that I'm about to lose my teeth.
But it is not going to happen. At least not during my young age or anytime soon.
Yet in the past, or rather once in a while, I would find myself dreaming of me, either having toothache, tooth losing, or teethless at all.
It was a nightmare, knowing my front teeth fell out.
But it is not going to happen. At least not during my young age or anytime soon.
Yet in the past, or rather once in a while, I would find myself dreaming of me, either having toothache, tooth losing, or teethless at all.
It was a nightmare, knowing my front teeth fell out.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
The Social Network
I wonder if people ever thought about what happen to their page if they die out of the blue. There is always a benefit though. At least, when some people are gone, their memories lives on, in the mind and on social networks. Such free will comes in handy. It allows you to choose the person you trust most to help manage your page once you pass on. Your buddy will spread the word, update your status and everyone mourn for you. Far and close.
You should do it now, if you're mortally ill in your dead bed. Or you might be dead when you walk into the kitchen, or when the next second you stand up from your sit. Who knows, right? Do everyone a favor. At least we all know who we are checking out next time.
I find the movie not much. Basically it touches on Mark facing lawsuits combining the process of how he setting up Facebook. Lawsuit, for the most part.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Lemon Tree and Happy Together
I find it hard to let myself embrace decades old tunes. No matter how they have gone down in history, like The Beatles or Bob Dylan. Especially The Beatles. Believe it or not, I have a soft spot for Hey Jude.
I figure maybe I wasn't born during those decades, and it's hard for me to listen to those "vintage genres" for another mere few seconds. I attempted, actually. However, today I found three vintage jams which I fell in love immediately. Lemon Tree by Fools Garden, Happy Together by The Turtles and Elenore.
They are somewhat catchy lines, and Lemon Tree etched pretty deep impression in my head. Probably because of the moving house in it I saw and loved so much when I was little. I heard Happy Together a few times through a short commercial before. I never thought it was an old song then. Now whenever I listen to it, I get the feeling of bubble gum and the world turns slow motion. Especially I could see people are skipping or running with hair flying up and big smile on every face. In slow motion. Just like in the video.
Anyway, Simple Plan's version is the worse, and worse version I ever listen to. So now let me belt along with my every leap and bound. Slow motion-ly. Laughing. I wish.
I figure maybe I wasn't born during those decades, and it's hard for me to listen to those "vintage genres" for another mere few seconds. I attempted, actually. However, today I found three vintage jams which I fell in love immediately. Lemon Tree by Fools Garden, Happy Together by The Turtles and Elenore.
They are somewhat catchy lines, and Lemon Tree etched pretty deep impression in my head. Probably because of the moving house in it I saw and loved so much when I was little. I heard Happy Together a few times through a short commercial before. I never thought it was an old song then. Now whenever I listen to it, I get the feeling of bubble gum and the world turns slow motion. Especially I could see people are skipping or running with hair flying up and big smile on every face. In slow motion. Just like in the video.
Anyway, Simple Plan's version is the worse, and worse version I ever listen to. So now let me belt along with my every leap and bound. Slow motion-ly. Laughing. I wish.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sun Tzu Comes Rescue Me
Date. Time. Location. Names. Stories. Something I learn and to forget one day.
You think that our youngs today are not patriotic. The younger they are, the rebellious they are. Their loves to the land are getting diminishing right steamed up into thin air. I don't think our Father of The Land understand us enough. It's a form of coercion.
We are made to study. To absorb other backgrounds of our land. To be made recognizable who were stronger, who were weaker; who were fighters and who were our foes once. Father of The Land is blaming us in the process of detaching ourselves from our land and him, says we're not appreciative enough, because of other influences invasion. So this has to be done. If we're not good enough about our understanding of land, we won't pass to higher level.
History is no longer relevant to me. Lack of commercial values. We don't need much of the details. It's just time-consuming when people are more engross in making their own history than to going into details of memorizing others Histories, which they are not in.
History is just killing me. I'll never good at it. Makes my eyes grow heavy.
You think that our youngs today are not patriotic. The younger they are, the rebellious they are. Their loves to the land are getting diminishing right steamed up into thin air. I don't think our Father of The Land understand us enough. It's a form of coercion.
We are made to study. To absorb other backgrounds of our land. To be made recognizable who were stronger, who were weaker; who were fighters and who were our foes once. Father of The Land is blaming us in the process of detaching ourselves from our land and him, says we're not appreciative enough, because of other influences invasion. So this has to be done. If we're not good enough about our understanding of land, we won't pass to higher level.
History is no longer relevant to me. Lack of commercial values. We don't need much of the details. It's just time-consuming when people are more engross in making their own history than to going into details of memorizing others Histories, which they are not in.
History is just killing me. I'll never good at it. Makes my eyes grow heavy.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Anesthesia
I'm desperately in need of prescription for bowel management. It's taking a turn for the worse.
My wall is white. Not that white. It got a silver rim clock on it. Time flies by, but I feel like been trapping in the moment for so long. Cabin fever struck. Probably life has been a rut lately. Got me twisted.
My creative juices flow is acting up. Guess it got blocked up by Numbness. So little time. So little ideas. Good news is, I recovered from my headache. Other symptom popped. Numbness straight to the head, straight to the heart. Wondering why I'm not even comatose yet. I'm pretty close. I could really use some accidents right now. Just give me anything but the placebo. So much of the placebo effect.
I learn urban people get more gunk from their noses. Actually blackish and dried when you're outdoor, yellowish and mucky when you're indoor. Maybe it's the air. Someone should have told me about it.
It's a joke. What do you expect?
My wall is white. Not that white. It got a silver rim clock on it. Time flies by, but I feel like been trapping in the moment for so long. Cabin fever struck. Probably life has been a rut lately. Got me twisted.
My creative juices flow is acting up. Guess it got blocked up by Numbness. So little time. So little ideas. Good news is, I recovered from my headache. Other symptom popped. Numbness straight to the head, straight to the heart. Wondering why I'm not even comatose yet. I'm pretty close. I could really use some accidents right now. Just give me anything but the placebo. So much of the placebo effect.
I learn urban people get more gunk from their noses. Actually blackish and dried when you're outdoor, yellowish and mucky when you're indoor. Maybe it's the air. Someone should have told me about it.
It's a joke. What do you expect?
Monday, October 18, 2010
Into The Wild
With no map and compass. Only heartily strong will and spirit.
I can never get through a man's head who without any plans in life, to live in this world. A man with a goal in mind and heart, to live off in the wild, is beyond my sense of what he is trying to achieve.
We might claim ourselves have an armor of knowledge to survive in this world, but never without plans of achieving our goals. And we might at some point look up to the man's spirit and determination of "you-want-to-do-it-just-go-and-do-it", yet without proper strategies or planning, then you end up being suicidal, that "spirit" is proved plain stupidity and ridiculous.
Even you have the zest, the will and the spirit, it will not get you any farther.
I can never get through a man's head who without any plans in life, to live in this world. A man with a goal in mind and heart, to live off in the wild, is beyond my sense of what he is trying to achieve.
We might claim ourselves have an armor of knowledge to survive in this world, but never without plans of achieving our goals. And we might at some point look up to the man's spirit and determination of "you-want-to-do-it-just-go-and-do-it", yet without proper strategies or planning, then you end up being suicidal, that "spirit" is proved plain stupidity and ridiculous.
Even you have the zest, the will and the spirit, it will not get you any farther.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Different Filial Piety
Growing up, I learned what it means to be brothers and sisters.
We never have to worry about pointing out each other flaws and mistakes, keep reminding each other when the other almost trips. Doesn't matter either, if you are an older sister, or younger brother. There is no parts between the flesh and the blood is always thicker than the water.
Sometimes, it is the relationship you share that teaches you. Through fightings and at each other's throats, you learn to meet halfways, or hold out olive branch to the other. Through my relationship with brothers and sisters, it is surprising how we never hold grudges against one another. Even as old as we all are now.
That is what we need to embrace and feel grateful about.
We never have to worry about pointing out each other flaws and mistakes, keep reminding each other when the other almost trips. Doesn't matter either, if you are an older sister, or younger brother. There is no parts between the flesh and the blood is always thicker than the water.
Sometimes, it is the relationship you share that teaches you. Through fightings and at each other's throats, you learn to meet halfways, or hold out olive branch to the other. Through my relationship with brothers and sisters, it is surprising how we never hold grudges against one another. Even as old as we all are now.
That is what we need to embrace and feel grateful about.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Secret Rendezvous
Like it never happened since the day we met.
First time I truly feel the connection. Nothing telepathic this time. Spring Fest was in the air. Dan and I both walked down the path. Going to catch some activities. There was music and people were talking. I thought it was lion's dance. Many Chinese were there getting ready for their acts. We were standing there watching. Waiting on their acts and dances to begin. I was standing beside Dan and feeling his height again. He knew, how I always like his frame.
First time I felt his hand. My hand was holding his, the other locked on to his arm. Feels more like hugging it instead of holding it. We both got struck how it never crossed our minds to hold hands since we started the walk back there. Then I saw his smile. He held my hand. After a while, we left because it was nothing much to see. There was a full parade adjacent and people making speeches. We sort of laughing and going to walk through the carpet.
"Where we're going now?" My first words came out to him. "Don't go there. All the people will see us and we'll get embarrassed." I said. "Ok. I don't know where we're going." His first words came back to me. Still holding hands.
There were stalls on the other side and vendors selling knickknacks. While we were strolling along, "Can you see now? I told you. Sellers here never really look out for their stalls. What if they are sitting there at the front, and we steal things back here? They can't even see us back here." I said. And we kept strolling along. Not really looking at knickknacks. I woke up with a smile on my face. I feel like we are still holding hands and keep strolling to the sun.
This time. He was wearing a greenish gray t. I'm sure. I have no idea what I was wearing.
First time I truly feel the connection. Nothing telepathic this time. Spring Fest was in the air. Dan and I both walked down the path. Going to catch some activities. There was music and people were talking. I thought it was lion's dance. Many Chinese were there getting ready for their acts. We were standing there watching. Waiting on their acts and dances to begin. I was standing beside Dan and feeling his height again. He knew, how I always like his frame.
First time I felt his hand. My hand was holding his, the other locked on to his arm. Feels more like hugging it instead of holding it. We both got struck how it never crossed our minds to hold hands since we started the walk back there. Then I saw his smile. He held my hand. After a while, we left because it was nothing much to see. There was a full parade adjacent and people making speeches. We sort of laughing and going to walk through the carpet.
"Where we're going now?" My first words came out to him. "Don't go there. All the people will see us and we'll get embarrassed." I said. "Ok. I don't know where we're going." His first words came back to me. Still holding hands.
There were stalls on the other side and vendors selling knickknacks. While we were strolling along, "Can you see now? I told you. Sellers here never really look out for their stalls. What if they are sitting there at the front, and we steal things back here? They can't even see us back here." I said. And we kept strolling along. Not really looking at knickknacks. I woke up with a smile on my face. I feel like we are still holding hands and keep strolling to the sun.
This time. He was wearing a greenish gray t. I'm sure. I have no idea what I was wearing.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Gone Baby Gone
When you are not capable of doing a better job.
Our young blood come in this world to have a taste of life just like every one of us. Start off purely innocent with inquisitive look on their faces, and still try making sense of the real world we live in, it's hard to believe the ugly side of human when they lay dirty hands on them.
There is no heaven nor place call Utopia for them to live in, or for everyone for that matter. There is only thing called commitment in making the world a better place and through human efforts to fulfill their needs with means which only god approves.
We keep them save from being lost in the real world in our best effort we are capable of.
Our young blood come in this world to have a taste of life just like every one of us. Start off purely innocent with inquisitive look on their faces, and still try making sense of the real world we live in, it's hard to believe the ugly side of human when they lay dirty hands on them.
There is no heaven nor place call Utopia for them to live in, or for everyone for that matter. There is only thing called commitment in making the world a better place and through human efforts to fulfill their needs with means which only god approves.
We keep them save from being lost in the real world in our best effort we are capable of.
Stage 1 Plus Mind Games
No, no, no. You're seeing it wrong. It's not the beginning. It's the final stage.
Mine is taking a nose deep dive. If I should compare, mine has been worse than Romeo and Juliet.
I can sense the vibe. The unspoken energy, becoming stronger. The pattern is coming out, I see it as going backwards.
I made a laugh about it. We should make a laugh about it.
It's about time, somebody, anybody, is going to crap out.
Mine is taking a nose deep dive. If I should compare, mine has been worse than Romeo and Juliet.
I can sense the vibe. The unspoken energy, becoming stronger. The pattern is coming out, I see it as going backwards.
I made a laugh about it. We should make a laugh about it.
It's about time, somebody, anybody, is going to crap out.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
It Started Off As A Sudden Headache In The Classroom
Why the sudden?
I spent 3 hours trying to get my power nap after a whole day of thinking. To ward off this mighty headache.
Only to find I ended up thinking about life again. About the people around me. The way they treat each other, the way they treat themselves, the way they treat us.
A let down.
And I'm still feeding my gray matter with full of ideas. Full of randoms. Full of distractions. Then I realized it's the pressure causing the headache. If I don't halt it now, I'm afraid it might just bursts. Inflicted nervous breakdown.
I wish I could help them. So I could help myself.
I spent 3 hours trying to get my power nap after a whole day of thinking. To ward off this mighty headache.
Only to find I ended up thinking about life again. About the people around me. The way they treat each other, the way they treat themselves, the way they treat us.
A let down.
And I'm still feeding my gray matter with full of ideas. Full of randoms. Full of distractions. Then I realized it's the pressure causing the headache. If I don't halt it now, I'm afraid it might just bursts. Inflicted nervous breakdown.
I wish I could help them. So I could help myself.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
180 Degree Vow
Sitting here for more than two months has not done any good favor for the body and soul. My flesh has almost stiffen up. It almost hard for me to get to the 180-degree bend down to my toe.
Sedentary is not always a good thing to live with, nor a couch potato.
5 to 10 minutes everyday for a head-to-toe (or feet) stretch is an ideal way to go for the sedentary folks. Everybody get to feel that mere few minutes blood rush, heart beat plus a few drops of sweat won't do any harm.
Just remember when to drop the tube and shake that booty!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Where The Wild Things Are
Wish I could be like this.
I feel I had never been the real me. She is there, but is caged. The real me is crying to come out freely.
I think, just like in the picture, to dig out the real me and feel free, is just simply to scream out loud. Or step up and dance freely.
Dance works better for me.
The wild spot. There is one in all of us. Whichever it is.
I feel I had never been the real me. She is there, but is caged. The real me is crying to come out freely.
I think, just like in the picture, to dig out the real me and feel free, is just simply to scream out loud. Or step up and dance freely.
Dance works better for me.
The wild spot. There is one in all of us. Whichever it is.
Friday, October 1, 2010
The Lost Soul
Been a very good friend. A good friend of mine.
Together we built houses. Always went for an adventure. Played games we never played. Exchanged little secrets you and I. Pulled each other legs whenever we had the chance.
A bigger missy now. Paving your own path. Going places without me.
Hope you find your destiny. Be who you want to be. Passionate in pursuing your goal.
Stop whining and keep on searching. Until then, hope we meet again.
Together we built houses. Always went for an adventure. Played games we never played. Exchanged little secrets you and I. Pulled each other legs whenever we had the chance.
A bigger missy now. Paving your own path. Going places without me.
Hope you find your destiny. Be who you want to be. Passionate in pursuing your goal.
Stop whining and keep on searching. Until then, hope we meet again.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Lucifer's Visit
When he comes, he brings:
+No cellphones.
+No satellite TV
+No World Wide Web
= A life of Darkness
I start to enjoying it.
+No cellphones.
+No satellite TV
+No World Wide Web
= A life of Darkness
I start to enjoying it.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Throwback
Before I'm gone to war, I would like to draw a final reviews of the past 16 months journey. Of what I had achieved so far, in this final stage of preparation.
Joining this battalion after my high school years, I gained a lot. What I knew, what I didn't know, and it cleared my curiosity and doubts.
Everything made sense to me. Now, all puzzles finally fall in one place.
I know much. In terms of...facts.
I really enjoyed the process of digging stuff along the way absorbing facts. Though most of the time, I was doing it all by myself. Yet, this camp still gives me the creeps.
All the sergeants and commanders hardly kept themselves in line. Even most of the troops in it. Their minds were poisoned by the Commissioned Officers. Just because.
Rarely obeyed the Code of Conduct. Abandoned any protocols. How sad and pathetic.
I was the odd ball and still am. That explains the reasons why I'm on my own, fighting my own battle. To outdo myself while making enemies along the way. Even from the same unit. Just so inevitable.
In a month or so, I'll be out of here. Far away from this hell hole. Another month or so, I'll be in a battle.
Ultimately, Medal of Freedom will be mine.
Now that's the best part.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Jennifer's Body
What's wrong with the picture?
There is nothing wrong with Jennifer's body.
I couldn't make any point out of it.
My BFF is jinxed. She is running around hitting on people and eating them alive. Our BFFs completely shattered.
I kill BFF.
And I end up in jail with a vampire's bite.
Real crappy.
Anyway, I love some of the fast soundtracks in it. Especially from Low Shoulder.
Starring Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried. (2009)
There is nothing wrong with Jennifer's body.
I couldn't make any point out of it.
My BFF is jinxed. She is running around hitting on people and eating them alive. Our BFFs completely shattered.
I kill BFF.
And I end up in jail with a vampire's bite.
Real crappy.
Anyway, I love some of the fast soundtracks in it. Especially from Low Shoulder.
Starring Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried. (2009)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
God Says So
As I say so.
I opted three kind of people that I'd be better off stayed away from. (and three in one):
Pretentious.
Liars.
Self-centred.
In sequence.
The number one is I loath most. Which makes me feel nauseous. They talk in certain ways, act out in another way. Could be a backstabber. Real dangerous people.
They don't listen. Will not listen. Never listen.
Pretend to listen. They never learn.
Recently, I witnessed someone right before my eyes. The scene sickens me. When thou see them talk, they talk to impress thee, to win thee over.
Here's how I get high blood pressure. They become liars.
Create the other side of the truth. Mish-mash of true and false. Cook up stories. Enjoy when thou falls to their lies.
To get the thrill, they turn into self-absorbed lot. Here is when I turn my back on them
Real pathetic human beings. Degenerate themselves. Shame on them!
They are frowned upon. Jinx them! Jinx them! Burn them in hell! Burn them in hellll!!!
AHAHAHAHA.
I opted three kind of people that I'd be better off stayed away from. (and three in one):
Pretentious.
Liars.
Self-centred.
In sequence.
The number one is I loath most. Which makes me feel nauseous. They talk in certain ways, act out in another way. Could be a backstabber. Real dangerous people.
They don't listen. Will not listen. Never listen.
Pretend to listen. They never learn.
Recently, I witnessed someone right before my eyes. The scene sickens me. When thou see them talk, they talk to impress thee, to win thee over.
Here's how I get high blood pressure. They become liars.
Create the other side of the truth. Mish-mash of true and false. Cook up stories. Enjoy when thou falls to their lies.
To get the thrill, they turn into self-absorbed lot. Here is when I turn my back on them
Real pathetic human beings. Degenerate themselves. Shame on them!
They are frowned upon. Jinx them! Jinx them! Burn them in hell! Burn them in hellll!!!
AHAHAHAHA.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Ticking-time Bomb
Is inside of me.
Nothing works. Nothing. Ever. Works.
It's getting bigger. Bloated. Flattened. Flattened. Bloated. Bloated. Flattened. Bloated. Flattened. Bloat...
Like a ticking-time bomb. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-to...
I'm 21 years old. And I started to count the days I'll live. Yes. This discomfort has been my company ever since I hit puberty.
21 years old. Feel like 80s or 90s.
LOL.
My mind has been roaming all the possibilities. All the wh-questions.
Somehow, a voice or an intuition of mine is telling me that this is a critical stage. Watching my ticking-time bomb, it worries me. Depresses me.
Taking a toll on me. Can't feel when I'm hungry. Breath hardly. Can't slouch.
It could be so huge sometimes I thought at any given moment, the bomb will goes off.
I'd be done.
I appreciate all the supports my mom gave me. She tried.
Except meds. Yes. No meds.
Maybe I should get my will written. Make some confessions. Treat everyone even.
Eat. Pray. Love.
Meditate in peace. Just in case, I get my second chance.
Nothing works. Nothing. Ever. Works.
It's getting bigger. Bloated. Flattened. Flattened. Bloated. Bloated. Flattened. Bloated. Flattened. Bloat...
Like a ticking-time bomb. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-to...
I'm 21 years old. And I started to count the days I'll live. Yes. This discomfort has been my company ever since I hit puberty.
21 years old. Feel like 80s or 90s.
LOL.
My mind has been roaming all the possibilities. All the wh-questions.
Somehow, a voice or an intuition of mine is telling me that this is a critical stage. Watching my ticking-time bomb, it worries me. Depresses me.
Taking a toll on me. Can't feel when I'm hungry. Breath hardly. Can't slouch.
It could be so huge sometimes I thought at any given moment, the bomb will goes off.
I'd be done.
I appreciate all the supports my mom gave me. She tried.
Except meds. Yes. No meds.
Maybe I should get my will written. Make some confessions. Treat everyone even.
Eat. Pray. Love.
Meditate in peace. Just in case, I get my second chance.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Lost In Translation
Boring. Lonesome.
I can see how it appeals to some.
Somehow, it strikes my chord. I feel through the process all my life without going to some places afar.
The problem is, how can this happen, even when you are with someone you love, someone who are closed to you?
I comprehend the reality side of the story. It totally sold me.
Traveling and adventure.
Solo could not be the very best option. Unless you're a photographer, writer, painter, singer or any other professions or interests which after some creative inspirations and artworks.
I guess, at some point, I fall for the category.
Scarlett is a real Sheila by the way. Bill is all pruney.
Starring Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray.(2003)
I can see how it appeals to some.
Somehow, it strikes my chord. I feel through the process all my life without going to some places afar.
The problem is, how can this happen, even when you are with someone you love, someone who are closed to you?
I comprehend the reality side of the story. It totally sold me.
Traveling and adventure.
Solo could not be the very best option. Unless you're a photographer, writer, painter, singer or any other professions or interests which after some creative inspirations and artworks.
I guess, at some point, I fall for the category.
Scarlett is a real Sheila by the way. Bill is all pruney.
Starring Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray.(2003)
Friday, September 10, 2010
Spirited Away
Watched twice.
Once, when I was very young. Second time was yesterday.
I think this is my favourite Japanese animated film of all time so far.
The film opens with ten year-old Chihiro and her parents traveling to their new home. Along the way, her father mistakes an off-beaten road for a short cut, and they inadvertently wind up in what he thinks is an abandoned amusement park.
A brief exploration reveals a restaurant's unattended buffet and Chihiro's parents succumb to the delicious offerings. While her parents gorge themselves on the food, Chihiro continues to explore and encounters a young man named Haku. Haku warns her to leave at once, but by this time it is too late.
Chihiro discovers she is trapped in a vacation spot for the spirit world and that her parents have literally become pigs. With no one to turn to, she must learn how to survive in this strange land and, more importantly, to rescue her parents and return home.
Directed by the legendary Japanese anime director, Hayao Miyazaki.
From the Japanese anime Spirited Away by Chihiro (voice-over by Rumi Hiiragi) (2001)
Once, when I was very young. Second time was yesterday.
I think this is my favourite Japanese animated film of all time so far.
The film opens with ten year-old Chihiro and her parents traveling to their new home. Along the way, her father mistakes an off-beaten road for a short cut, and they inadvertently wind up in what he thinks is an abandoned amusement park.
A brief exploration reveals a restaurant's unattended buffet and Chihiro's parents succumb to the delicious offerings. While her parents gorge themselves on the food, Chihiro continues to explore and encounters a young man named Haku. Haku warns her to leave at once, but by this time it is too late.
Chihiro discovers she is trapped in a vacation spot for the spirit world and that her parents have literally become pigs. With no one to turn to, she must learn how to survive in this strange land and, more importantly, to rescue her parents and return home.
Directed by the legendary Japanese anime director, Hayao Miyazaki.
From the Japanese anime Spirited Away by Chihiro (voice-over by Rumi Hiiragi) (2001)
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Hachiko: A Dog's Story
I just named my dog last night. Name is Bob. Say hello to Bob.
Indeed. Somewhat generic dog's tale. Yet the emotion was too overwhelming for me to handle.
Each moment I was with the film, every forms of positive feelings blossomed before me. From family warmth, to especially dog-to-master's deep devotion, tugged on the heartstrings.
The plot thickens when Parker pass on, and Hachi starts to wait on his master's return at the train station. Same time, same place, everyday for 10 years.
The moment you cannot resist.
His every facial expression (if dog has one) speaks his emotions like he truly comprehend. No matter how people tell him to stop, he keeps on waiting for his master's return.
The film is based on real-life event in 1924, in Japan of a professor named Hidesaburo Ueno, owned a dog pet, named him Hachiko.
A statue was being built for Hachiko at the Shibuya Station, in Tokyo.
An American version by Richard Gere. (2009)
Indeed. Somewhat generic dog's tale. Yet the emotion was too overwhelming for me to handle.
Each moment I was with the film, every forms of positive feelings blossomed before me. From family warmth, to especially dog-to-master's deep devotion, tugged on the heartstrings.
The plot thickens when Parker pass on, and Hachi starts to wait on his master's return at the train station. Same time, same place, everyday for 10 years.
The moment you cannot resist.
His every facial expression (if dog has one) speaks his emotions like he truly comprehend. No matter how people tell him to stop, he keeps on waiting for his master's return.
The film is based on real-life event in 1924, in Japan of a professor named Hidesaburo Ueno, owned a dog pet, named him Hachiko.
A statue was being built for Hachiko at the Shibuya Station, in Tokyo.
An American version by Richard Gere. (2009)
Thursday, September 2, 2010
For All The Wrong Reason
It ate me.
I aborted my plan at the last minute which I mapped out well since two months ago. Supposed to be a form of escapism. Now is failure. (sigh)
My knees on the floor. Staring blankly on the carpeted floor. Tears well up my eyes and hurts me to the core.
I was in despair.
Look! Six doggy eyes on me!
Wise words come through my ears.
One. Two. Three.
A jam I'll never hear.
Ok. It wasn't a neat cop-out then. I'll give you that. I hate to make fun of myself.
Unlike my other pals, they are on probation for a month. What a luck!
Then. Queen's words struck me real hard like a hammer. It all come down to this.
Fore-ordination. Or doom?
I can't go back in time. Scientists fail me. God forbids me. It was a mistake. I had made myself a black sheep among the white ones. I have to accept the fact. The fact is, I screwed up. Big deal.
Now. I just have to accept whatever falls on my laps. What is there left to me. Even it means merely scraps.
Freedom.
To get there. Whatever the balls and chains, it is in my court now. Only stone thrown away.
They have to let me through. Let me pay my dues.
Can't wait to catch my third flight getaway.
Whosh! Wheee...whoooo...whee...
I aborted my plan at the last minute which I mapped out well since two months ago. Supposed to be a form of escapism. Now is failure. (sigh)
My knees on the floor. Staring blankly on the carpeted floor. Tears well up my eyes and hurts me to the core.
I was in despair.
Look! Six doggy eyes on me!
Wise words come through my ears.
One. Two. Three.
A jam I'll never hear.
Ok. It wasn't a neat cop-out then. I'll give you that. I hate to make fun of myself.
Unlike my other pals, they are on probation for a month. What a luck!
Then. Queen's words struck me real hard like a hammer. It all come down to this.
Fore-ordination. Or doom?
I can't go back in time. Scientists fail me. God forbids me. It was a mistake. I had made myself a black sheep among the white ones. I have to accept the fact. The fact is, I screwed up. Big deal.
Now. I just have to accept whatever falls on my laps. What is there left to me. Even it means merely scraps.
Freedom.
To get there. Whatever the balls and chains, it is in my court now. Only stone thrown away.
They have to let me through. Let me pay my dues.
Can't wait to catch my third flight getaway.
Whosh! Wheee...whoooo...whee...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Lets Pretend
I could really use a wish right now. A wish right now.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
What I do Best
Inconsistency. My biggest rival.
Funny thing is, not sure when I should stop. Always missing something.
I can't help. I just thought nothing feels right. Nothing fits the look. So trial given to every new title seems fair enough.
Well. Still. Inconsistency sucks. Inconsistency means no identity. Loser. A worry-ward. Always one step behind. No tradition.
And He always triumph me. In control of me.
Shoot!
I really need to come up with something. Real fast. A name that fits the look. Fits the sight and sound. The tone, don't forget the tone.
Damn.
3-words is better than 2-words name. A foreign name maybe...? What about a boat name? A venue's sounds great?
Girl's name should be nice...girl...or boy...?
What about the font?
Go around and round...and...round...and round...roun...
Funny thing is, not sure when I should stop. Always missing something.
I can't help. I just thought nothing feels right. Nothing fits the look. So trial given to every new title seems fair enough.
Well. Still. Inconsistency sucks. Inconsistency means no identity. Loser. A worry-ward. Always one step behind. No tradition.
And He always triumph me. In control of me.
Shoot!
I really need to come up with something. Real fast. A name that fits the look. Fits the sight and sound. The tone, don't forget the tone.
Damn.
3-words is better than 2-words name. A foreign name maybe...? What about a boat name? A venue's sounds great?
Girl's name should be nice...girl...or boy...?
What about the font?
Go around and round...and...round...and round...roun...
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Genie is Gone at The Moment
We are tight. Really, really tight.
The expression is shown on both of my lovely aging faces.
I figured. Causing her to act the way she has been acting. Been so close to him. So nice. Been teasing him. Thrown in a few English phrases.
To ease his frustration. Take him to Utopia. Even meant for a second.
Yet his mood is not set for the play. His mind is wandering. Belong to somewhere else.
Whole life, he had been slaving away. That was what he had been once. Toiling all his life.
Now. He is sitting on the same chair, pondering on life. Counting up his creases. He knows well he still capable of. Despite people around him are rejecting him. Shut him down.
I.
I have so many wishes right now. So many plans mapped out in my mind. I can't wait. I have to.
Wish I'm a little older, yet young enough to take their places.
Undo their furrowed brows.
Take them on lifetime vacation.
Hong Kong.
China.
Japan.
Taiwan.
Or Korea.
If there's a place call Utopia. We stop there.
The expression is shown on both of my lovely aging faces.
I figured. Causing her to act the way she has been acting. Been so close to him. So nice. Been teasing him. Thrown in a few English phrases.
To ease his frustration. Take him to Utopia. Even meant for a second.
Yet his mood is not set for the play. His mind is wandering. Belong to somewhere else.
Whole life, he had been slaving away. That was what he had been once. Toiling all his life.
Now. He is sitting on the same chair, pondering on life. Counting up his creases. He knows well he still capable of. Despite people around him are rejecting him. Shut him down.
I.
I have so many wishes right now. So many plans mapped out in my mind. I can't wait. I have to.
Wish I'm a little older, yet young enough to take their places.
Undo their furrowed brows.
Take them on lifetime vacation.
Hong Kong.
China.
Japan.
Taiwan.
Or Korea.
If there's a place call Utopia. We stop there.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Belting Out
Out of boredom. This is what I do. What I do best.
Find my way back to where I came from. Lost and confuse.
It's a rut. Mind-numbing junk. Along the way, I count the days go by.
I lose track of time.
What I see.
Is what I get.
Gotcha! With my treasure. You found my treasure.
Find my way back to where I came from. Lost and confuse.
It's a rut. Mind-numbing junk. Along the way, I count the days go by.
I lose track of time.
What I see.
Is what I get.
Gotcha! With my treasure. You found my treasure.
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