Journey's End
posted by F I S at
10:29 pm
10/29/2005
10/25/2005
DEDICATION to Drama
Hi dearest readers/ friends:
*I especially dedicate this to my drama friends *
I have no time to blog, but I have time to surf. Let me introduce
"Koon Hui" of an unknown secondary school. He's planning to 'take the Arts Major. History, Literature and maths' . I believe he takes art too... heh heh
Let us all welcome him with open arms yah? =D =D
remember... its Koon Hui
*I especially dedicate this to my drama friends *
I have no time to blog, but I have time to surf. Let me introduce
"Koon Hui" of an unknown secondary school. He's planning to 'take the Arts Major. History, Literature and maths' . I believe he takes art too... heh heh
Let us all welcome him with open arms yah? =D =D
remember... its Koon Hui
posted by F I S at
11:08 pm
10/24/2005
10/19/2005
Dedication
I, a humble subject of his imperial majesty, dedicate this post to the ever-great King Of Troy~ Mr. Kyaw Saw Lynn. (excuse him, his is geographically and historically confused)
posted by F I S at
10:40 am
For the sake of Shirah...
Seven things that scare me
Failure
Rejection
Disappointment
Agressive people
Dogs
The dark
Squashed caterpillars (or other gooey beings)
Seven things i like the most
Fishes !!
Sushi!
French Food
Water
My Cameras
Dark Chocolate
err... my nunchaku?
Seven important things in my room
My Bed
my wide wide Ikea table
my toilet
my fish books
my sedimentary layer of notes
my soft toys
my drawing materials
Seven random facts about me
I can crack my right hand continuosly
I have an undigaonesd spelling dsiorder
I am a fish-fanatic
I scream like a girl
I hate kimchi... and maths
I love quiet moments
I am a jedi.
Seven things i plan to do before i die
Free Falling
Go catch the loch ness monster (I'm serious)
be the first man to capture the giant squid on camera
Sneak into a shopping mall overnight
Install a toliet seat in the middle of the road
Direct a movie
See God
Seven things i can do
Jack myself
take photos ?
run like a proverbial chicken in circles
do voice impersonation
play neverhood!
stone
drool
seven things i can't do
can't not jack myself
stop eating
give sound advice, and follow them
look masculine
shut-up and not sound stupid
flirt
assert my anger
Seven things i say the most
what the hell?
Frik you lah
Bloody hell
you ass
that's damn __
What?
Shut-up. stop laughing!
Seven people who will have to do this
Kevin Quek
Tim
Yongxi~~
Clement (get a blog first)
Suue
Nartzzz
Beverly (if you actually see this)
Failure
Rejection
Disappointment
Agressive people
Dogs
The dark
Squashed caterpillars (or other gooey beings)
Seven things i like the most
Fishes !!
Sushi!
French Food
Water
My Cameras
Dark Chocolate
err... my nunchaku?
Seven important things in my room
My Bed
my wide wide Ikea table
my toilet
my fish books
my sedimentary layer of notes
my soft toys
my drawing materials
Seven random facts about me
I can crack my right hand continuosly
I have an undigaonesd spelling dsiorder
I am a fish-fanatic
I scream like a girl
I hate kimchi... and maths
I love quiet moments
I am a jedi.
Seven things i plan to do before i die
Free Falling
Go catch the loch ness monster (I'm serious)
be the first man to capture the giant squid on camera
Sneak into a shopping mall overnight
Install a toliet seat in the middle of the road
Direct a movie
See God
Seven things i can do
Jack myself
take photos ?
run like a proverbial chicken in circles
do voice impersonation
play neverhood!
stone
drool
seven things i can't do
can't not jack myself
stop eating
give sound advice, and follow them
look masculine
shut-up and not sound stupid
flirt
assert my anger
Seven things i say the most
what the hell?
Frik you lah
Bloody hell
you ass
that's damn __
What?
Shut-up. stop laughing!
Seven people who will have to do this
Kevin Quek
Tim
Yongxi~~
Clement (get a blog first)
Suue
Nartzzz
Beverly (if you actually see this)
posted by F I S at
9:57 am
10/17/2005
Public Jacking
Today, Mr. Froggy jacked me really badly. Yes. Really badly.
posted by F I S at
10:57 pm
10/15/2005
Isn't it weird how when the time seems most apt to speak, you never seem to be able to say them? My life in AC is officially over. This fact is all I can say. Everything else is blank. I am overwhelmed and ironically uinable to express anything.
posted by F I S at
7:46 pm
10/09/2005
The Many Faces of Minah
I dedicate this post to the ever-forgiving Suhala-suhalo-minah. I present to you the many faces of Suhala. Please note that this range of expressions were captured within the span of 5 seconds.
posted by F I S at
6:00 pm
10/08/2005
Conflict
Conflicts and cornflakes. One is nutritious, the other is poisonous.
Conflicts are inevitable, they happen and they cannot be contained. What is sad, however, is not the extent of the damage in which conflict can incur, but the somewhat perverse longing in man for them. I try I try I try to abstain from creating and fueling the inferno affairs around me. Yet, I still see the twisted, subtle nature of people to hold her golden apple. Today, I shall address 3 prominent people in my life lately;
T, C , L
To T:
You flare up. You are pissed off that noone in the world gives a crap about you. You are angsted up that even your classmates pick on you. You wished the world revolved around you, don't you?
You think that it is all about you... when ironically, it is really all about you.
On the behalf on 2AA2, I would apologise insincerely for all the times we reminded you not to throw away your life.
To C:
I still stick by my earlier stand that you are not the one for her. It is nothing personal, but its simply the view from where I am standing. Yet, within the course of the past month, you have truly proven yourself, as you have promised. Perhaps, not yet as a suitor, but certainly as someone who deserves a much more decent degree of respect and dignity.
It takes an ape to throw a chair against the wall, but it takes a man to give up pride to apologise.
I respect that. Notice that I chose to differentiate an apology from 'saying sorry'. There is the difference of sincerity.
To L:
Sometimes I look back at the previous year and ponder where I went wrong. Today, a track in Switchfoot told me the answer. I was blaming myself all along and making you seem like a victim. I am able to separate the different aspects of my life very clearly and there have not been one single moment in which I blurred the line between friendship and courtship. You said that you feel awkward-- I hope you are sincere about it, because all the tension you probably observed were all conjurations of your own imagination. Isn't it ironic, how you are using an invalidated excuse to void me of the slightest respect and dignity? The only apology that I would give you, however, is how a few mere months doesn't re-orientate me like all the other pathetic boys you have encountered. Sorry~ I don't treat relationships like a hunt or a game.
If you have read these extracts carefully, you would realise the ironical truth that respect, frienship, self-validation are intimately intertwined with conflict. On a lighter note, perhaps assexuality is the truest and most peaceful way of existence. Yongxi claims that it is a bad trade off in the long-run (LR), but I don't think so. Think about it.
Conflicts are inevitable, they happen and they cannot be contained. What is sad, however, is not the extent of the damage in which conflict can incur, but the somewhat perverse longing in man for them. I try I try I try to abstain from creating and fueling the inferno affairs around me. Yet, I still see the twisted, subtle nature of people to hold her golden apple. Today, I shall address 3 prominent people in my life lately;
T, C , L
To T:
You flare up. You are pissed off that noone in the world gives a crap about you. You are angsted up that even your classmates pick on you. You wished the world revolved around you, don't you?
You think that it is all about you... when ironically, it is really all about you.
On the behalf on 2AA2, I would apologise insincerely for all the times we reminded you not to throw away your life.
To C:
I still stick by my earlier stand that you are not the one for her. It is nothing personal, but its simply the view from where I am standing. Yet, within the course of the past month, you have truly proven yourself, as you have promised. Perhaps, not yet as a suitor, but certainly as someone who deserves a much more decent degree of respect and dignity.
It takes an ape to throw a chair against the wall, but it takes a man to give up pride to apologise.
I respect that. Notice that I chose to differentiate an apology from 'saying sorry'. There is the difference of sincerity.
To L:
Sometimes I look back at the previous year and ponder where I went wrong. Today, a track in Switchfoot told me the answer. I was blaming myself all along and making you seem like a victim. I am able to separate the different aspects of my life very clearly and there have not been one single moment in which I blurred the line between friendship and courtship. You said that you feel awkward-- I hope you are sincere about it, because all the tension you probably observed were all conjurations of your own imagination. Isn't it ironic, how you are using an invalidated excuse to void me of the slightest respect and dignity? The only apology that I would give you, however, is how a few mere months doesn't re-orientate me like all the other pathetic boys you have encountered. Sorry~ I don't treat relationships like a hunt or a game.
If you have read these extracts carefully, you would realise the ironical truth that respect, frienship, self-validation are intimately intertwined with conflict. On a lighter note, perhaps assexuality is the truest and most peaceful way of existence. Yongxi claims that it is a bad trade off in the long-run (LR), but I don't think so. Think about it.
posted by F I S at
8:20 pm
10/05/2005
10/03/2005
Relativity of Patience
I came to weird conclusion lately:
Patience is relative and the more resources one applies to it, the less it relatively becomes.
Patience is like a jello-tube. The harder you squeeze, the harder it becomes to grip and control. Perhaps it's relativity. The more emphasis you place on how long you have been waiting or how much you endure, the more effort you place into keeping up your patience, the more it ironically falters.
I have compromised much, much, indecent behaviours of colleagues. They conduct themselves in the utmost digusting manners possible. From vulgar public butt-scratching and other forms of pollution (visual, audio and aesthetic) to the plain ugly; back-stabbing, closet mugging-vis- bluffing of classmates about their working status. I'm not really a picky person, and I really dont care about other people's mannerism as long as I am not affected. I have survived one and a half years of this, yet within 2 months of enlightenment-via-bitching, my once-patience for them have dried up instantaneously.
Reflections of how much you endured makes what is to be endured seem more unjusified. Stupid human nature compresses the past year and dragged the past weeks. I am worried that I cannot last 7 years... perhaps I am just talking bluff.
Its tough to realise your jokes are not jokes when they really are.
Patience is relative and the more resources one applies to it, the less it relatively becomes.
Patience is like a jello-tube. The harder you squeeze, the harder it becomes to grip and control. Perhaps it's relativity. The more emphasis you place on how long you have been waiting or how much you endure, the more effort you place into keeping up your patience, the more it ironically falters.
I have compromised much, much, indecent behaviours of colleagues. They conduct themselves in the utmost digusting manners possible. From vulgar public butt-scratching and other forms of pollution (visual, audio and aesthetic) to the plain ugly; back-stabbing, closet mugging-vis- bluffing of classmates about their working status. I'm not really a picky person, and I really dont care about other people's mannerism as long as I am not affected. I have survived one and a half years of this, yet within 2 months of enlightenment-via-bitching, my once-patience for them have dried up instantaneously.
Reflections of how much you endured makes what is to be endured seem more unjusified. Stupid human nature compresses the past year and dragged the past weeks. I am worried that I cannot last 7 years... perhaps I am just talking bluff.
Its tough to realise your jokes are not jokes when they really are.
posted by F I S at
11:59 pm
10/02/2005
Black Bali II : Great Ramadan Offensive
12.12.03:
Black Bali
The flickering lights Of Singapore welcomed my exhausted irises as I peered through the porthole. My excursion in the Balinese Tropical island has ironically left a much more morbid tone in me. Within my first few steps on to Bali, the first word that clearly stood out was 'dead'. The once bustling congregation of smiles has now been reduced to a quiet ghost in a shell.
The streets has become silent and empty, the once-tourist-filled rivers now only reflect the lonely sun upon its surface. The people's tired smiles could not hide their obvious sense of exasperation. Ironically, the only remaining things that reflects happiness are the mosses covering the worn-down old statues.
Prices of goods dropped from 125 to 35 with almost zero bargaining, many shopkeepers sat in silence watching my family ignoring the prominent shirts that exclaimed ' F**K TERRORISTS'. In vain, I tried many times to seal off myself from this misery by retreating to the cave in between my MP3 player. Sadly, my delusion has failed me once again.
Exclusive *authentic* restaurants has now been pushed to the extent of offering a "free drink, free salad and a free ride home". Thankfully, upon mingling, Balinese still have hope. Watching them pray to their Gods faithfully three times daily soothed my despicable emotion of uncalled for pity. " It has been getting better slowly," This illuminating sense of hope is wonderful, but I do not expect a miracle. Bali has been killed, I pray for its possible rebirth if one may put it. Is this the price of justice?
-me(12th Dec 2003)
"Video of the scene in Kuta showed the glass windows of several upscale stores shattered, with glass littering the street, and the awning of Raja's Bar and Restaurant blown askew.
The blasts also come after recent warnings from several other governments, including the United States, of a high terrorist threat to foreigners in Indonesia as the holy Muslim month of Ramadan arrives early next week.
A report issued in early September warned that bin laden and his top lieutenant Ayman al-Zawahiri may be planning a series of attacks in October, dubbed "The Great Ramadan Offensive." "
-CNN (1st Oct 2005)
________________
When Sue told me tonight of a bomb blast in Bali, it took me at least 10 seconds to register. In an instance, I remember all the flashbacks of Bali I had the last time I've been there. The quiet streets, the magnificent seaside temple, the enormous trees that reminded me of childhood fantasies... and the quiet streets.
I walked along the empty pathways and marketplace. Shouts of prices and items filled the air around my ear, a solemn mix of desperation and exasperation. Bali has been killed. I strolled along the beach by myself. Yes, by myself. With all the privacy in the world, I snorkled in the fore shore, stumbled in the sand and climbed the trees. Then I realised it again. Bali has been killed, its heart bombed out.
Despite accepting this reality, I left the island inspired and lifted. I was amazed by how the whole island was lifted by a single thread of hope in the future. It was "getting better, slowly"
As of this very afternoon, that delicate thread has been snapped. Damages and burning wreckages could be rebuilt, bodies could be buried. Hope, is not one of theses things. Bali lost its hope once, and now... its completely crushed.
How I wish I could take a stroll with these planners. Just a pleasant stroll with these lovely bunch. I will hold no grudges, I will hold no contempt and no anger. I wish I may walk with him through the quiet streets, the magnificent seaside temple, the enormous trees that reminds us of our childhood fantasies... and the quiet streets. I wish we could walk along the empty pathways and marketplace and let the cries mingle in our ears. Then perhaps, we may, with all the privacy in the world, snorkle in the fore shore, stumble in the sand and climb the ripe lonely trees.
Then perhaps, they may finally see something more than a blueprinted map of retaliation and see what they crushed in the price of justice.
Black Bali
The flickering lights Of Singapore welcomed my exhausted irises as I peered through the porthole. My excursion in the Balinese Tropical island has ironically left a much more morbid tone in me. Within my first few steps on to Bali, the first word that clearly stood out was 'dead'. The once bustling congregation of smiles has now been reduced to a quiet ghost in a shell.
The streets has become silent and empty, the once-tourist-filled rivers now only reflect the lonely sun upon its surface. The people's tired smiles could not hide their obvious sense of exasperation. Ironically, the only remaining things that reflects happiness are the mosses covering the worn-down old statues.
Prices of goods dropped from 125 to 35 with almost zero bargaining, many shopkeepers sat in silence watching my family ignoring the prominent shirts that exclaimed ' F**K TERRORISTS'. In vain, I tried many times to seal off myself from this misery by retreating to the cave in between my MP3 player. Sadly, my delusion has failed me once again.
Exclusive *authentic* restaurants has now been pushed to the extent of offering a "free drink, free salad and a free ride home". Thankfully, upon mingling, Balinese still have hope. Watching them pray to their Gods faithfully three times daily soothed my despicable emotion of uncalled for pity. " It has been getting better slowly," This illuminating sense of hope is wonderful, but I do not expect a miracle. Bali has been killed, I pray for its possible rebirth if one may put it. Is this the price of justice?
-me(12th Dec 2003)
"Video of the scene in Kuta showed the glass windows of several upscale stores shattered, with glass littering the street, and the awning of Raja's Bar and Restaurant blown askew.
The blasts also come after recent warnings from several other governments, including the United States, of a high terrorist threat to foreigners in Indonesia as the holy Muslim month of Ramadan arrives early next week.
A report issued in early September warned that bin laden and his top lieutenant Ayman al-Zawahiri may be planning a series of attacks in October, dubbed "The Great Ramadan Offensive." "
-CNN (1st Oct 2005)
________________
When Sue told me tonight of a bomb blast in Bali, it took me at least 10 seconds to register. In an instance, I remember all the flashbacks of Bali I had the last time I've been there. The quiet streets, the magnificent seaside temple, the enormous trees that reminded me of childhood fantasies... and the quiet streets.
I walked along the empty pathways and marketplace. Shouts of prices and items filled the air around my ear, a solemn mix of desperation and exasperation. Bali has been killed. I strolled along the beach by myself. Yes, by myself. With all the privacy in the world, I snorkled in the fore shore, stumbled in the sand and climbed the trees. Then I realised it again. Bali has been killed, its heart bombed out.
Despite accepting this reality, I left the island inspired and lifted. I was amazed by how the whole island was lifted by a single thread of hope in the future. It was "getting better, slowly"
As of this very afternoon, that delicate thread has been snapped. Damages and burning wreckages could be rebuilt, bodies could be buried. Hope, is not one of theses things. Bali lost its hope once, and now... its completely crushed.
How I wish I could take a stroll with these planners. Just a pleasant stroll with these lovely bunch. I will hold no grudges, I will hold no contempt and no anger. I wish I may walk with him through the quiet streets, the magnificent seaside temple, the enormous trees that reminds us of our childhood fantasies... and the quiet streets. I wish we could walk along the empty pathways and marketplace and let the cries mingle in our ears. Then perhaps, we may, with all the privacy in the world, snorkle in the fore shore, stumble in the sand and climb the ripe lonely trees.
Then perhaps, they may finally see something more than a blueprinted map of retaliation and see what they crushed in the price of justice.
posted by F I S at
1:36 am
