Sunday, May 29, 2005

bye bye, my little ego friend.

i rather live it up as a loser than to lose it all in a moment of folly on live tv. An event broadcast to the whole of Asia, i add. The talented songwriter and crooner embodied within the hunky appeal of Mr Wang Lee Hom happily hopped onstage to receive the award for Best Male at the Golden Melody Awards just yesterday. Not that anyone had an issue with the dashing white horse, but yet everyone stared at him for that few seconds in bewilderment, feeling sorry for the poor sod. Mr Hwang Lee Xing (Stanley Huang) was still caught in the congratulatory moment with his gang of brothers when he realised that something was amiss. As he proceeded onto the stage, presenters and hosts alike were still trying everything in their wits to sound Mr Wang about his unfortunate misunderstanding. Presenter Karen Mok was flustered; she had just read out Wang Lee Xing seconds back, causing this unbelieveable embarrassing ordeal. With no time to lose, Wang Lee Hom hand over the trophy and dive right back into his seat, luckily for him, model/presenter Lin Zhilin was there, ready to pacify his shattered ego with a nice bosomy hug. No doubt, he is scarred for life.
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Friday, May 27, 2005

back in the comfort zone.

The past three days were spent away from work, back into the nurturing arms of the police force. A place where I spent my 2 years worth of youth and vitality, contributing my service to the country. With fond memories and life-changing experiences, I guess I can consider myself the division’s prodigal son. During my reign as the Staff Assistant to the Deputy Commander, people around would often come to know of my background as a designer and would then shamelessly tap my knowledge in that field. Over time, I’ve would become the One who does all in his will to better the aesthetics and stylings of the station, through a series of random tasks revolving around publications, events and video productions. I was basically running a one man production house the whole time from my little space through a hole in the wall. But the greatest reward from it all, were definitely the great companionships I’ve garnered during those times, that I’m thankful for till this day.

*fast forward to present time*

After half a year absence, the people around still warms my heart. I actually do feel a real sense of welcome when I returned. The rapport was still there, acquaintances still held me in high regards. I ain’t no bigot, but i kinda felt i left a legacy that made me feel really special around my mates.

I guess when all’s said and done, i’m just glad i had a part to play then, and now. The three days of reservist were massively enjoyable. I look forward to meeting up with the gang soon.

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Sunday, May 22, 2005

jack johnson - good people

Well, you win, it’s your show now
So what’s it gonna be
Cause people will tune in
How many train wrecks do we need to see
Before we lose touch of
We thought this was low
Well, it’s bad, getting worse so

Where’d all the good people go
I’ve been changing channels
I don’t see them on the TV shows
Where’d all the good people go
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow

They got this and that
With a rattle’l'tat
Testin, 1, 2
Man, what you gonna do
Bad news, misused
Got too much to lose
Gimme some truth
Now whose side are we on
Whatever you say, turn on the boobtube
I’m in the mood to obey
So lead me astray, and by the way now

Where’d all the good people go
I’ve been changing channels
I don’t see them on the TV shows
Where’d all the good people go
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow

Sitting around, feeling far away
So far away, but I can feel the debris
Can you feel it
You interrupt me from a friendly conversation
To tell me how great it’s all gonna be
You might notice some hesitation
It’s important to you, it’s not important to me
But way down by the edge of your reason
Well, it’s forgetting the show
And all I really wanna know is

Where’d all the good people go
I’ve been changing channels
I don’t see them on the TV shows
Where’d all the good people go
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow

(Where’d all the good people go)
They got this and that
With a rattle’l'tat
Testin, 1, 2
Man, what you gonna do
Bad news, misused
Gimme some truth
You got too much to lose
Now whose side are we on
But anyway, ok whatever you say
(where’d all the good people go)
Wrong or resolute, I’m in the mood to obey
Station through station
Desensitizing the nation

Where’d all the people go

Going, going, gone

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Saturday, May 21, 2005

time, wait for me.

i met up with an old friend last nite. nothing’s changed, it felt like we were back in school, sneaking away from sports meet or some lame lectures, hanging out in town doing silly things. we talked about the past years spent searching for our path in life, and our current perspective, living the way we did. We’re 24 yrs of age, neither young or old, reflecting made us very upset about how the years have slipped through our hands. He for one refuses to grow up and kept his dreams alive. He spoke of no regrets. I can relate to him because i wake up everyday , thankful for person i’ve become, or rather, still am.
But i’m older, and would be even more, the exterior will change but no more damage than that… i hope.
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Saturday, May 14, 2005

here they come,

FHM 100 sexiest women party. A crowd of faceless media people and self-proclaimed fashion gurus. I for one think the whole gathering to celebrate these beautiful vixens felt more like a freak show or sorts. Besides your tv starlets namely ann kok, joey swee and denise keller strutting out in full glory, looking every bit the peerless beings… i saw countless daredevils wearing these death defying dresses that showed more skin that i could’ve imagine. I think someone forgot to inform them that these “stage costumes” are only worn by performers at best, strippers in general…

You could only guess that the main crowd were raging testosterone. Myself included. Such an ogle fest, such an extraordinary event that blindly spells out the shallowest of our very human nature. It hurts not to be beautiful these days.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

my shopping trip closure

alrite. i’m back. the past two days spent in bangkok was a extremely welcome getaway. i haven’t had the luxury of splurging since erm… 3 months back, but that’s besides the point. The point is, no matter how much you indulged in spending on things of fancy, its never quite considered extravagant. No way, not in Bangkok. I’m talking about the 10 fine cut, immaculately finished “TOPMAN” lookalikes shirts, priced at S$10 each. Yeah yeah, I had a hard time trying to convince myself too. Been there, done that.

Between the bargain triumphs and scattering cheap deals, I’ve got myself a nice thai message to soothe away my aches, and delectable meals to fill me up with joy, keeping me in high spirits. All in all, the great company and good buys makes this one of my most enjoyable yet forgivingly laid back trip to date. As i sat in the cab, nearing the airport, i began mind-mapping my next visit… 

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Saturday, May 7, 2005

from changi terminal one, with love.

i’m leaving. bangkok shopping trip. 2day set in place for a manic bargain hunting spree!!! woohooo!!! 2 years since i last set foot in thailand, my “homeland”. Hope this trip would be a fruitful one. goodbye my worries!…erm.. at least for now la. hehe…. bye!

 

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Wednesday, May 4, 2005

my wednesday morning

you won’t believe wat i’ve gona through this morning. I witnessed a man in his twenties stripped down to his knickers right under my shophouse. Apparently, he was changing, and needed a place of convenience and happily hid behind a pillar that did little to mask his indency. I was right across the street having my breakfast, forced to account as the act unveiled (pun intended) gradually to my bewilderment. And as though things aren’t bad enuff, a vindictive black crow descended on a tree branch strategically positioned above me. The nasty bastard proceeded to croak at me incessantly, like marking its territory of sorts, urging me to foresee my life in jeopardy. I didn’t run for my life exactly, but i did leave my spot in cowardice.
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Monday, May 2, 2005

it’s my labour

I’m finally going back to work tomorrow. After my week and a half hiatus, I’m feeling extreme rejuvenation, and whole rounded enthusiasm to jump start my working gear. But the past week will be missed. Loads of drama, massive reading, summing up in fundamental narcissistic fun. And all these hard work ends on a Labour Day holiday! Whoopie!
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