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31.August.2004 4:35pm

we are all just stardust

I realized that in any events or situations that I come across, most of the time I would give my support to the underdogs, the very people they say are going out. I resent the fact that just because you are black, white, or yellow you would be doing well in this and not that, that genes or just where you were born contribute to how well you would do in certain things.

We all love stories about underdogs. Of oddballs who beats some stupid odds and do some impossible things. I guess for me, I have always believe in the power of self, the self-determination that helps you win through. As opposed to maybe let say money? (where's the Dream Team, you say right)

Caught the closing ceremony of the Olympics the other day. To me it was kind of sad because it seems to have ended before it begun. It was a really good Olympics don't you think?

Well, I remembered Liu Xiang's spectacular win in the hurdles. The killing of the dream team. The heart-wrenching efforts of Ronald Susilo and Li Jiawei. End of the day, China and Japan are up there with quite a haul of medals. And its for events ranging from swimming, to marathon to wrestling.

Hoorah for the oft overlooked people!!

Perfection is an impossible word. We should declare it illegal, unpronounceable and struck off all dictionary. This way we save all of us a bunch of silly high hopes and dumb dumb wishes.

Sheryl Crow got it right when she said "Its not about getting what you want but wanting what you've got"

Reality hasn't caught up with me yet. Been close to two weeks of blissful existence. Didn't realize being pampers and taken care of is such a wonderful experience (duh!). Hmm there is one damper though. Got complained that I ain't nice enough.

And we thought that we have learnt all we did from the last foray into love. The standing committee will be reviewing all the facts and formulate an appropriate action soon.

So we learn and grow.

28.August.2004 10:29am

The sound of footsteps in cyberspace.

Wow, been getting more visitor counts for the week that just past. Well, maybe not enough to start a porno ring but it does have a nice massaging effect on the ego. Found out why, apparently The Atomic Princess has been so nice as to give me a nice mention on her blog. So big thanks to her and all the newcomers. Dang, sound like I've turned into another cheap sell-out.:P

Week 1.5. The relationship is still going along nice and easy. Feeling contented. Squeezing my eyes tight and praying hard...

Fuchsia Lee is the eldest daughter of a Chicken Rice Seller (so typical Singaporean). Every Wednesday she would take some time out to watch the American Idol. You see, singing is kind of her pet hobby.

But of course like any good story, there are always the mean people. Peter Goh, the thoroughly slimy class monitor has always maintained that small-time people (like Fuchsia) with small-time family background (like being a hakwer) from a small-time place (Singaporen, you Peter was born oversea) should just stick to small-time stuffs (like being a housewife)

So lucky us, that Fuchsia is the kind of go-getter kind of girl, who believes firmly in chasing dreams.

The simple answer is "What's wrong with doing what I like"

23.August.2004 2:33pm

The Intimacy of Distance

We humans can be such a strange lot. Or maybe it just me being strange and the whole world is pretty normal. Hmm, that makes me sound slightly schizo or neurotic or something. You see often, we lament the lack of communication or contacts between people, but when it comes down to a face-to-face contact, we either chicken out and run away or just stand there quietly... looking stupid or ass-holish.

So what's the morning glory? (???:P)

The creation of the internet must be the singular most important invention of our times. The anonymity of black text and blinking cursors. The virtual distance within cyberspace. You could be living above someone and feels like you are speaking to him or her across the globe. Which of course is a good thing.

Why is it, we can communicate in the easiest of manners across the internet yet render speechless when we meet? Is it the close scrutiny that strips away every facade? The raw feeling of just being close? Or the just the echoes of something past? So are we saying that black mechanical text are more soothing, comfortable and safer than real life?

So what is the minimum distance we need to go to be able to communicate effectively? Hong Kong. Mongolia? Antarctica? Or just one msn screen away.

Intimacy is one freaking confusing topic.

Argued with Fredrick the other day. Was talking about KC and how I have been quite bad to have been ignoring him for the past  two years. Realized that I am selective in the giving of my affections. Is that a bad thing? I have always tell myself there is only so much room in my heart. Maybe its just an excuse for being lazy.

Finally had a nice chat over net with KC the other day. Things didn't really change much. Realized beside Stress the little evil bugger, Inertial the sneaky bastard is also always hanging around. Where is a good phone when you need one.

Thinking is doing is thinking when we should be doing.

Have no idea why I wrote the last sentence.:P

Blue Tan likes hanging out at KTV lounge. He can't sings very well. Nor does he appreciate some nice alcohol. Not is he privy to second-hand cigarette smoke. Just that he is really good at one thing. Waiting for Fuchsia to get off work...

21.August.2004 9:37pm

Lark. Simplicity.

Two nice things came out during the Rag period. One was me getting my spanking new driving license. And the other one was getting to know my new girlfriend. Hmm, now that last sentence seems to make me sound like some asshole. Sigh.

Well, like I said the previous posts, the last three months been quite a ride in my life. Learn a lot of stuffs, settled some things and most of all grow. And hopefully I am growing in the right direction. Haha, alamak I seems to be giving myself a hard time again with all these self-imposed targets. Sinhui have been saying that to me for as long as I can remember.

Which by the way, I realized the people that matters won't judge you. Instead all they will do is quietly lend their support and accompany you through life's obstacles. Thanks Hippo.

Feeling lucky. Blissful? Still finding it hard to believe I'm attached. Well, being taken care of is really nice:). Looking forward to home-made water-cress soup on Monday. Yeah!

Sunburnt. Went for Inter-block touch rugby games today. Scored some nice tries, but didn't really pulled through in the critical moments. Need to improve. Well, we all learn.

17.August.2004 9:57pm

Roll roll by.

Feeling bored. And this is despite a 6 credit dissertation project waiting for me to start on. Feeling bored because I'm not in the midst of a flurry of activities where decisions are made on the fly and stress level is a Richter 5.

Feeling slightly enlightened on the world. Realized things are because things just are. Its a matter of being different. You know what I'm taking about?

Pleasant lunches and short quiet chats.

Fuchsia Lee "My dream is to sing. To sing a medley of heartbreaking love songs. To sing a concert of heart-thumping rock pop. To sing a string of radio-friendly tunes. But really My dream is to sing for you..."

- Fuchsia Dreams.

13.August.2004 4:56pm

Sublime.

Listening to Beck's Golden Age

Recognition, I'm thinking could be the root of all problems that we lowly mortal have. There lies an inner urge within us to be recognize. For our talents, of what we can do, for our looks, for our jokes, or simply for our existence.

You see, often enough we find someone who is a complete ass or poseur, who tries every trick in the book to look cool, capable but in the end just leave a sour taste in our mouth. Well, I figure he is just a lonely guy who needed some attention. So the great truth is out, everyone is just lonely deep down and all we want is more than 15 seconds of fame.

So the thing we should practice perhaps is to be comfortable with ourselves. A supremely difficult task, given insane condition we live in, where we are bombarded by messages telling us that we should live by another standards. Well, the words that come to mind is "Screw you all". But that will just means a jump in condom sales.:P

Perhaps, we should all make like Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie and live the simple life.

I believe, I haven't change much over the last three months. The only things that change is how I felt about myself. Which at the moment is good. :). Maybe a bit un-appreciated. Slightly depressed? Lonely maybe?

Omigod! Quick stop the downward spiral into darkness !!! Haha. But some things are still true.

Btw Sam is a copycat for announcing her 100th post too. Bleah. But nevertheless here's something for the people you are irritated with. In the words of sunny, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest the ass of the person who fuck up your year and may his arms grow too short to scratch his ass.

Kick ass curses.

09.August.2004 11:54am

Life.

The way I see it, life is the ultimate test that we lowly mortals need to take in order to pass with flying colors. Its not exactly a science or mathematics but a whole different category all together. I mean that is pretty ok given the scope it covers. Hell, just one lesson takes a lifetime to complete.

But I do have one gripe about it. That is using the school metaphor, there isn't enough assessment book and past year papers for referencing when we are faced with one of those surprise pop quiz during lesson time. Or to rephrase that, there is a lot of examples but there isn't any the applies to ME specifically. Like me, Henry Soon, stuck in school, slightly unkempt, tired, 27 degrees Celsius, heavy traffic kind of situation.

So don't blame me if I scored badly at first because I am just collecting my own set of data. But I'm pretty sure I will do better as time passes.

For the loyal fans, the previous entries was the 100th one. Pop some champagne. Hoorah!

08.August.2004 6:58pm

The elegance of regret is experience

Saw this phrase inside the window display of a wine shop. And I interpreted it as saying that even in regret that is something also beautiful in the process of going through something.

Rag ended yesterday at approximately twelve plus. It ended when the announcement for the best design was made saying TH was the winner. Strangely I felt nothing and there was only a slight urge to cry. I felt that if I (let me be selfish) have won, I might have cried more.

Since our first presentation to the hall itself, comments about the float has been rather complimentary. How good it looks, how refreshing the concept is. There was even a junior who said that he is staying back in hall to help because he felt that we would win. And now even after the event, I still hear comments on how we could have possibly lost. But of course in any competition, there are always losers. And maybe we lost by just a little bit and bad luck just got us in the end.

Was walking among the Raggers after the event and looking at the face, I started to cry. Not because I didn't win but more of that my idea couldn't win the prize for them. And yupe it hurts to see them believe so much in the float. Thanks.

I think perhaps the lack of urge to cry might be attirbuted to the fact that I believed that I did well. From management to designing to people handling, I thought I did ok. Minus the occasional small mistakes of course. And I guess knowing I did a good job and earned quite a bit of respect was I think a comparable reward if not better. Still remembered what Mark (one of my ex-cast) said to me "I hope the rag team that I join next year will be as good as yours" And as I am typing this I'm tearing again. Three months ago, I started out trying to prove to my ex I was worth it for her, but in the process I realized I should defined who I am and not lived by other's standard. And now coming so far by just doing what I like, I think I did well. From Stellar to Remix to Nexus to GAWM to Esentya, it has been a long road. And I am happy to say that as I am going to spend my last year in University, I am going to leave on a good note, a decent amount of respect, great friends and a treasure box full of good memories.

A lot of thanks should have gone to my designers (not all of them, but...:P I'm still bitchy tho). For being cute, fun, hardworking, responsible and all other good adjectives. I'm really going to miss all the silly dinners and playing that we did. You guys rock 10 out of 10. So hall people watch out for them and don't lose them.

Well, for me I had lots of good memories from this Rag. Really enjoyed designing non-stop for three whole months. Made a bunch of really great friends (lucky right!) Sorted out my thoughts. Found a new objective.

Life is pleasantly artic blue at the moment. (which incidentally is available as a spray can color from Nippon Pylox:P)

Time for a long rest. Will post my pictures when I have the time.

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