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Back :: 29.June.2004 11:14pm Let there be light... Our prehistoric ancestor (or at least those before the Industrial Era:) must be a bunch of pretty brave people. You see half an hour ago, my entire town suffered from a power failure and in the blink of an eye the world went dark. Now, as I sat there for a while, even though I wasn't really scared (time in college teaches you about electrons and morons you see), I realized how indispensable light is in my life. For so long I have take for granted the simple flick of a switch and the miraculous bath of energy from tumultuous collision of atoms. So in the long nights of winter, I can picture a shaggy bohemian caveman, wrapped in skins that would have drove PETA(?) nuts, inside his dingy cave staring blankly into the inky darkness. Now I would really pay a lot to know what he saw then. Maybe the invention of ball point pen, perhaps.
29.June.2004 4:31pm I can only write Part Deux I wonder if any of you have check out Alex (technicolor girl) from the web spinners section? Well, it usally takes a really good writing to make me crack up from reading something, and Well, Alex has always managed to do that with me. Funny, witty, insightful (hmm sounds like a personal). Well her blog manage the right amount of interesting thought without the usual whinings and bare-alls. The Strange Times gives it 5 star!!
29.June.2004 9:40am I can only write. Listening to Laura Fygi's I love you for
Sentimental Reason. Most used programs on my laptop according
to Windows: Sometimes, even my so-called cheerful self need some encouraging. Remembered a tagline about a show about Chaplin - The saddest man who made the world laugh. Things do get overwhelming and sad tunes seems to run through the head at such times. The urge to run is strong. If I lost my ability to type or write one day, maybe I will go mad. Like the bad ass Hatter, down the Screw Loose lane. Was the Mad Hatter mad about Hat or was it just mad? Or is it the same? Goodbye.
27.June.2004 11:31pm Insatiable. There are a few things I do not understand about our society. I do not pretend to have a great store of knowledge about how our world works, but I find it illogical that the society as a whole can't stop clamoring for things to be bigger, faster and more elaborate. Take this for example. Are there so many cremation a day that we need a automated system to process cremation faster? Or that doors that detect approaching coffins and open on its own? In the race to be better, we seems to lose sight of what is really better. But then again, all this newness will soon be integrated into our world and suddenly, we find that without all this shiny machines, we are unable to live our lives normally. Anyone remember the days before handphones? I remembered that dates were more or less punctual. And there certainly wasn't any digital messages about "Oops, came out too late". Technology may have helped us. But in a way because of our inability to make real choices of our won, we are caged by them at the same time.
25.June.2004 3:50pm Human Failings Had a bout of panic a few minutes ago. Was thinking to myself, despite all the hard work I put into my design and the number of people who liked it, what if on the competition day itself, the winner is not us? *wry* I know I shouldn't be thinking of this but what if is a pretty powerful demon. That's life right, according to them at least. I wish to talk to someone. Someone who can understand my inner insecurities. Someone who don't judge me. Someone who is just there and know me so. After all we are just humans.
25.June.2004 10:28am Life after next Friday How many munkys does it take to write a story? Well, this entry was started somewhere around 12am last night and like almost every entries, I usually only get to complete them like one, two or five days later. Thoughts need to congeal, words need to appear, and barbs need to be veiled. But what the heck I like being a munky scribbler. Its not everyday we get a revelation about our life. Someday, we might wake up and find that the dog is gone and he has taken your girl. Someday, you might find that your name isn't really yours. Other day you might just stare hard at the mirror and wonder who is that ugly fellow looking quizzically at you.... Listening: Jann Arden's Insensitive. Some mornings are made for big fat melons and cute little collies. Smashing Pumpkins do rock my world with Lily. A touch of grey cloud upon blue. Some things never really go away. Ever. Forever. Fever. Beaver. My name is Enriee, from today onwards it will be the start of the rest of my life, all seven days of them. You see, according to the doctor, I got something that gave me something that causes something within me to go pop. And the net result? - The shortification of me. Don't be sad, you can't really be sadder than me. And as usual like any other clich¨¦ terminal patient, my life before this event starts playing out like some bad movie... I'm feeling a teeny wee bit stress. The need to be a good "boss" means that often times I try too hard to please everyone. Which means, most of the time, I end up being tough (mean?) instead. Need more brain power... Now let us start with the day, I got my first kiss. Well, romance do make for good storytelling...
22.June.2004 2:58am Random Boredom People tend to be unable to face up to emotions or memories that are very strong. For me, I have never properly sit through an entire reading of past letters and mementos. Maybe it just a fear that the heart will burst into a conflagration due to the feelings that were locked away. Due to my heavy schedule, I have degenerate back into your typical hostelite - unkempt, unearthly sleeping hours and endless packets of instant noodles. Harry Potter was really good. And Emma Watson really rocks. The story this time round was better paced. Did I mention Emma Watson rocks? Go download Firefox. Realized Angelfire been putting pop-up ads at the site. Luckily Firefox prevents their popping up. Although it does have issue with all the tables I'm using. George Orwell's 1984 been running through my head a lot lately. Mostly its because the story for my float competition submission is inspired by it. Turned into a full-time MacDee Boy. Sigh. Fries is one addictive shit.
17.June.2004 2:16am Twirl, Spin, Razzle, Dazzle.
"Dance Me To The End Of Love" Caught this song at the introduction of this old movie called Lost and Found. It was about a guy who specialize in finding lost items and how he tried to help this girl find this other guy who left a strong impression on her and end up falling in love with her. When I heard the song, it brought up these imagery of the romance of the earlier times, when love is something deep and lasting when it is here. Maybe it is still the same now but I guess all the celluloid shit that we receive everyday just overwhelms it. So dance me away, sweet love...
17.June.2004 2:16am Daring Joe. Recently I realized that courage is a commodity that is really hard to find in our lives today. Even as we embark on some new undertaking, you never realized that what we are doing is actually just the same old thing packaged in a different manner. And it is a rare thing when we really find the courage to really change our life. For me, there are plenty of things that I hoped I have the courage to face. The courage to actually make a conscious and proper effort to go after someone. The courage to pursue my dream of becoming a real theatre practitioner. The courage to grow up. And the courage to face my self in the mirror and look at every single flaws of mine straight on. Now I would really pay a lot for someone to come up with a capsule version of the brave potion (syrup is way too yucky). Imagine on the verge of a jumping off a helicopter with a bungee rope around your legs, one little pop of the pill and off you go. But then again like so many cool invention of our times, we find that sooner or little we will be be abusing it and everything goes down the drain from there. Lol. Feeling kippish. Have absolutely no idea what that means just that it sounds like how I am feeling right now. *shrug*. Need a compass.
15.June.2004 3:29am Insane Hours The time is 3:29am and I am still awake working on my designs. And for the past week I have been going through this routine every other day to meet my datelines. Well, the body and the mind is tired. Can't imagine how it will be like as the competition date draws near. Hmm actually I can. Sigh. Just have a need to rattle off here. Mumble Mumble Mumble. Blah blah blah. Brain is working very well here but then again as some would argue my brain hasn't been working for a looong time. Am quite glad that those past designers who have seen my design are quite impressed by the concept. Or at least in front of me they look impressed:P. So score one notch for henry's confidence level. yippe. Did I mention my brain is dead. Need coffee, warmth, money and a lot of other fuzzy thing. Body aching from another bout of intense handball game. Need to improve. Need to be faster. Too much needs and wants make for an unhappy boy. Came up with a story for the short film project I hope to do come semester. Its a humorous take on the attempts of a mute who tries to find a conducive place to penned a important letter. And it is at the end you realized that he is mute because of some fatal illness and the letter he is writing is actually a suicide note for his family. Twice Shy Kyle.
09.June.2004 6:50pm Simply. Chevy loves to write. Chevy decided to do an experiment one day. He thought he would like to see how many times can he write the word "pain". He started off well, with a good rhythm in his writing. But he managed to reach 200583 words before he got so sick of it he had to go to the toilet to barf. A few days later he decided to redo the experiment but with a little difference. This time he would try "love". Well, someone heard that there's cool old dude living by some beach out there writing "love" on everything he could see...
08.June.2004 4:42am Quietly I have always thought the post box something of a wondrous device, much better than overrated telephone or the chilly email service. The way I see it, a post box is really like a time machine. You start off by finding a piece of paper and then writing your thoughts on it before putting it into the post box and voila a few days in the future, you would have managed to tell the person receiving the mail what was on your mind. Okay maybe that is a little romantic but I guess this new shiny world filled with sleek handphones and others need all the romance it can find. Okay this may have been done countless of times but who cares... ... I think the art of letter writing is such oft-forgotten but important skill. I mean, yah you might have a gazillion fonts inside your pc and that spell check really works wonder for your vocab, nothing can ever duplicate that ink splotch on the first page or scrawny letters that scream you. A weird habit that I have always done whenever I traveled was to mail a letter to myself. (NO!, I am not a narcissist:P) And when I'm back going through the letter, the deja vu of reading what went through my mind then is really refreshing and incriminating. (Incriminating? 'coz I realized that I was really a bastard during the trip after I read my letter) Hmm. Maybe I should collect more incriminating data of these sorts to force myself to be a better man.:)
06.June.2004 2:25pm Do I. As usual, I've been rather busy this holidays. Rag & Flag competition has come around again and I'm pretty harried by all the datelines I need to meet. Trying to find a job, start my dissertation paper, cleaning up my room and trying to become fitter to pass my IPPT, my days are just a tad packed at the moment. But I still found time yesterday to help out at my cousin's wedding yesterday. According to her slightly skewed logic of me being a three-time director, she has appointed me her main video cam man, citing my supposed knowledge on what constitute a nice shot as the reason. well...*shrug* :P The wedding was held at church near my house and boy was it grand. I guess the holy grounds gave the whole ceremony a touch of solemnity and yet at the same time a grand effect that left me awed by the whole thing. A family friend of the groom started the traditional walk down the aisle with the song Ave Maria and truth to be told I nearly shed some tears there. (Actually I cried a few times throughout the entire day.. shh). And then before you know it, the second that separate two different person has passed and the ceremony over. Later at night, the dinner was held at the classy M Hotel. And it was a good respite from the usual unknown Chinese restaurant that I have been used to in weddings. Beside the usual cheeky jibes at the groom, the Yam-Shengs, there was also a special performance by the groom's Catholic Youth Group. You see, yesterday was also my cousin's birthday so the group sang a birthday song for her. And then it was followed by, first a miscue (the song was offp-pitch) then a touching rendition of Adam Sandler's I wanna grow old with you. And for a moment, it hurts like mad because it was so good. One day. That was all it took for one's life to change totally. I was there talking to the groom and I realized what a major decision marriage is and frankly, no matter how brave you are, its pretty scary. One big step away from the old life. The best man did a heart-felt speech on the groom and standing there, I was thinking who would be my best man when/if I get married and what would he say of me... Hopefully something in the likes of handsome, rich, kind blah blah blah. By the way, there isn't many good guy friends in my life so most likely its you so be prepared k :P. After going through the whole day I realized how much work the best man have to do. Haha. Just realized this cleaning up of my room that I started at the start of the holidays (well, I have ALOT of things) was my way of soul therapy. As I go through all my memories, I recall bits and pieces of me that got lost along the way and also things that didn't change at all. Drank a glass of wine yesterday. Was an exception. Got bloody tired instead of drunk. Go figure.
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