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7.September.2003 7:29pm

today's topic of the day is "abundance"

Hmm guess for anyone, whenever life takes a down-turn, wishing isn't that far away from being your fave activities for the day...

I'm a simple man who knows what he would wish for if the right lamp comes along. And the subject of my wish would be *drums rolling* - ABUNDANCE....

Yupe. abundance.

I could use an abundance of good looks like takeshi kaneshiro, this way i could go through life with such a breeze and i promised i wun bitch about being the sexist man for 5 years in a row...

Or we can go with the people's choice - abundance of money. From Ferrari to the newest Apple's G5, life would just be one big extended shopping spree...

hmm another option might be love.. so much love that i wouldn't mind sparing some for those people who hate me so... urm okie maybe it just a little bit for them but its the thought that counts right?

ok....phew... there goes another whine session.. Hmm i wonder if i revisit these logs in the future would they sound  happier?.. you noe like how wines get better wif age?

 


4.September.2003 12:13am

afterthoughts...

Mindless ramble,
tired boy roy,
slightly tremble
quiet velvet...

This a story about a boy name Roy, who found out one faithful day that he is but an afterthought in the minds of those who he thought had cared, and the lonely adventure he embarked on after that...

where he traveled the world over, looking for stardust to cure the insomniac and finding himself at the end...

 


13.August.2003 7:05pm

unbearabledelights....

Seems like with the end of my float competition, I've put more time aside to write here. Ha, suspecting that I am the only one boosting footsteps to this place. But in a way its seems ok.... I think.

Reading thru the past entries, it seems like I am having a silent conversation with myself, discovering bits and bits of who I am. Hmm, things do change but (ok this sounds clich¨¦) some things don't.

The last 2 entries has been pretty heavy and the last one bordering on the whiny side but heck eh...

Found/rediscover some stuffs about myself:

I can't stand crowds, where it seems I would go awkward and unsure. Hallmark of the frightened? (not the ghostly kind of frightened but that of afraid of being hurt?

Fear of being left behind, of finding myself one day without friends, just a boy feeling much too old for his age...

I thought I've have learnt to not relies on anyone. Well, if I do find myself alone eventually, at least I'm prepared. I was wrong. ha.

Every now and then I would be hit once again by bouts of loneliness. Yes the evidence is there! Maybe that is why I've always wanted to find someone to share my life with. To take away part of that loneliness...

Hmm need to hear the waves to calm my soul... therapeutic ....

 


10.August.2003 2:34pm

sabushi..

Must be all the weird stuffs that I read or those half-remembered phrases from late night j-drama, strange words have always seems to pop up in my head every now and then. Example yahon from the music link and now sabushi here. The meaning my addled brain has attached to this word is lonely, the evening grey of passing days. mellon collie siah.

Finally done with my float competition, won ourselves the Best Design award, yippee. Feeling kinda empty now, realized that I am most alive when I am working hard on something. Was sifting thru the many congratulation emails, posting on our forum, realized that a tiny part of me wished that someone would recognize the effort I had put in, a slight mention of name here and there would suffice (I hope:P) my presentation IC even forgets my name sigh. Hmm getting whiny already..

But all in all what I would really wished for is for my girl to come up to me that day when we won and give me the biggest hug ever...

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Well time to move on old boy, its only the interim period between work that is unbearable so am working hard on my new production this coming semester. Yosh!! (i'm definitely sure this is a japanese word)

anyone caught the article on metrosexual, interesting read eh..

 


03.August.2003 6:21am

breathe, just breathe...

Stirrings in the night,
the sound of tip-toes
Far and light,
The dreamers wonder
Their thoughts wander...

Be still and listen out,
The crashes of the coming dawn,
The songs of the departing night,
And thus insomniac,
Might find his cure...

A song lingers in the air,
It tastes of evening grey
A dreamer remember,
the butterfly fades
a memory somewhere...

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02.August.2003 7:07pm

silence leads the heart...

Came across an article on Times online website. The article talks about the life of the Hmongs in the jungle of Laos. For a long while since Laos' communist government came into power, these people has been hunted down and systematically killed, all because they had sided with US during the fight against communism in this region.

Hmm.. despite the innate take-everything-for-granted attitude in me (a condition more prevalent than it is reported), I feel sympathy. A really profound and deep feeling that at least for now, I wish so much I could do something for them.

There was a picture in the article whereby every members of a ragged band of rebels knelt down in tears begging the journalists to save them. And for this moment I'm thinking out loud "What are US doing for their former allies instead of fighting so many wars around the world?" (I was for the Iraq war back then)

Realized that it is so much easier to start a war than to end it. Sitting here in this air-conditioned room, designing my float, I felt... ashamed for a moment. Sigh, even in our modern times, such atrocities are still going on, makes you wonder whether we had really "progress" as a race? Or are we just animals with better toys?

Does anyone out there knows more information about this situation. I was thinking to myself perhaps through more awareness we might help a little bit? The writer wrote that the Laos army were a few months away from finding the rebels, perhaps it is time something is done. Anyone with information or help can perhaps write to me?

Or then again come the next cool movie, images of severed legs and swollen bellies would be washed away with flying kicks and slow-mo gun fights.

Sigh, Me and my plastic life.

 


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