bathing in the afterglow of a new found love =)
Monday, August 30, 2004
Friday, August 27, 2004
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Two less lonely people in the world
two strangers met while stumbling forth
each from their garden of misery and loss
i spied a light beyond the hedge
that light the same i guess she saw
each from their garden of misery and loss
i spied a light beyond the hedge
that light the same i guess she saw
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Raindrops keep falling on my head
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
[trumpet]
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
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Its raining ..... ah .. but i'm still going out. Unlike Janet, the rain doesn't keep me at home *grin*
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
[trumpet]
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
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Its raining ..... ah .. but i'm still going out. Unlike Janet, the rain doesn't keep me at home *grin*
Childhood Musings.
When I was a little kid, I used to share a bed with my Dad. I remember it being a queen size bed laid without a bed frame on the carpeted floor. My mother was partial to Japanese decor, and it was in that manner that the master bedroom was designed. Actually it was more a fusion of Western and Japanese decor. How so? The bed, as I said, was close to the floor, in line with traditional Japanese style, and sliding wooden shutters took the place of curtains. The lamps however, were classic dimmable western glass lamps, casting yellow light of variable brightness.
I only started sleeping on that bed after my Mum left. I had my own room across the hallway. Mine had a wallpaper of stick-figure birds flying among fluffy white clouds, all against a sky blue backdrop that obviously, was meant to represent the sky. I had my own single bed with a pull- out drawer where I kept most of my toys;toys that I used to replace neatly after I was done playing with them. I was three, and if my Mum's words were true, I was one neat freak. Ok, she said "neat boy", not "neat freak".
When I was a little kid, I used to share a bed with my Dad. During nights when he was busy on the phone with one of his girlfriend-of-the-moment, I would dim the yellow lights to a point of it not being too glaring for sleep but not so dark that it casted strange shadows that suspiciously resemble monsters. I would make sure the wardrobe and bathroom doors were securely shut, eliminating the doubt in my little mind that someone, or something might be lurking behind the ajar doors. After the surroundings have been secured, I would crawl under the quilt and lie face up, hands rigid to my side and legs close together, my tiny personal bolster close to my side. I would close my eyes and try to sleep, usually without much success. Then, I would meekly walk out to the living room where my Dad would be lying on the floor whispering sweet nothings to his girlfriend, and I would complain of not being able to sleep. I remember my Dad asking me to try again, and again till he gets fed up and storms to the room, upset that his conversation with girlfriend-of-the-moment had been interrupted by his 4 year old son.
I liked having my ears dug gently with a cotton bud. It calmed my mind and soothed my soul. My dad used to do it for me, probing gently and often remarking that my left ear canal is slightly bigger than my right, making it easier to dig. He was careful and gentle, afraid that he might insert the cotton bud too deep into the canal, and on the rare occasion that he does I would jerk and mumble "ouch".
When I was a little kid, I used to share a bed with my Dad. I remember dreaming about being in a great battle with a giant octopus. We were at the bottom of the sea, little shaun suddenly endowed with the ability to breath underwater I suppose. I clutched a short sword in my hand, thrusting it into the octopus' crusty red hide. I swam around the monster, avoiding the deadly grip of the tentacles, wriggling agilely out of its grasp when caught. As the battle wore on, I felt this overwhelming need to pee. I was in the sea, I thought, surrounded by water, what hurt will a little extra pee do? And so I peed. My dad was furious. Standing aside with a convincingly guilty expression on my face, I watched him clean up the mess with a pail of water and a wet cloth, simultaneously delivering a lecture about peeing before bed before dusting the entire pee area with powder, lots of powder. I remember the powder smelled pretty good. But then again, anything would smell better than the urine of a four year old.
Peeing before bed became a nightly ritual, especially on the weekends that I spent with my dad. Weekdays were spent at my uncle's place, where surpisingly I didn't wet the bed - at least not that I can remember. On weekends I'll stand by the toilet bowl softly whistling to myself, trying to coax the sometimes non-existent pee out. My father was insistent on me peeing before bed, but strangely, it didn't occur to him to add brushing of teeth to the nightly regime. Brushing of teeth on a twice-daily basis only happens when I'm with my mum, during short stays with her when she returns to Singapore, or when I fly to wherever she is at the moment for vacations. I was raised well, between my Mum and my Dad, they thought me almost everything I needed to know, failing only to impart a self-confidence and eloquence that I sorely lack. Ah .. those, and a diligent spirit.
That, was a brief snapshot into the childhood of the great Shaun. Hrms, was I saying something about lacking self-confidence? Ah don't be silly. I was lying. I'm full of it. *GRIN* Daryl mentioned something about that in a friendster testimonial he wrote .. let me dig it out. Here it is:
"..a handsome,
over-confident, obnoxious, cow
murdering monster"
I just had to include the word "handsome". I kind of resent the term "obnoxious" but I suppose greatness must come with the ability to deal with people's envy. Muahahaha.
I only started sleeping on that bed after my Mum left. I had my own room across the hallway. Mine had a wallpaper of stick-figure birds flying among fluffy white clouds, all against a sky blue backdrop that obviously, was meant to represent the sky. I had my own single bed with a pull- out drawer where I kept most of my toys;toys that I used to replace neatly after I was done playing with them. I was three, and if my Mum's words were true, I was one neat freak. Ok, she said "neat boy", not "neat freak".
When I was a little kid, I used to share a bed with my Dad. During nights when he was busy on the phone with one of his girlfriend-of-the-moment, I would dim the yellow lights to a point of it not being too glaring for sleep but not so dark that it casted strange shadows that suspiciously resemble monsters. I would make sure the wardrobe and bathroom doors were securely shut, eliminating the doubt in my little mind that someone, or something might be lurking behind the ajar doors. After the surroundings have been secured, I would crawl under the quilt and lie face up, hands rigid to my side and legs close together, my tiny personal bolster close to my side. I would close my eyes and try to sleep, usually without much success. Then, I would meekly walk out to the living room where my Dad would be lying on the floor whispering sweet nothings to his girlfriend, and I would complain of not being able to sleep. I remember my Dad asking me to try again, and again till he gets fed up and storms to the room, upset that his conversation with girlfriend-of-the-moment had been interrupted by his 4 year old son.
I liked having my ears dug gently with a cotton bud. It calmed my mind and soothed my soul. My dad used to do it for me, probing gently and often remarking that my left ear canal is slightly bigger than my right, making it easier to dig. He was careful and gentle, afraid that he might insert the cotton bud too deep into the canal, and on the rare occasion that he does I would jerk and mumble "ouch".
When I was a little kid, I used to share a bed with my Dad. I remember dreaming about being in a great battle with a giant octopus. We were at the bottom of the sea, little shaun suddenly endowed with the ability to breath underwater I suppose. I clutched a short sword in my hand, thrusting it into the octopus' crusty red hide. I swam around the monster, avoiding the deadly grip of the tentacles, wriggling agilely out of its grasp when caught. As the battle wore on, I felt this overwhelming need to pee. I was in the sea, I thought, surrounded by water, what hurt will a little extra pee do? And so I peed. My dad was furious. Standing aside with a convincingly guilty expression on my face, I watched him clean up the mess with a pail of water and a wet cloth, simultaneously delivering a lecture about peeing before bed before dusting the entire pee area with powder, lots of powder. I remember the powder smelled pretty good. But then again, anything would smell better than the urine of a four year old.
Peeing before bed became a nightly ritual, especially on the weekends that I spent with my dad. Weekdays were spent at my uncle's place, where surpisingly I didn't wet the bed - at least not that I can remember. On weekends I'll stand by the toilet bowl softly whistling to myself, trying to coax the sometimes non-existent pee out. My father was insistent on me peeing before bed, but strangely, it didn't occur to him to add brushing of teeth to the nightly regime. Brushing of teeth on a twice-daily basis only happens when I'm with my mum, during short stays with her when she returns to Singapore, or when I fly to wherever she is at the moment for vacations. I was raised well, between my Mum and my Dad, they thought me almost everything I needed to know, failing only to impart a self-confidence and eloquence that I sorely lack. Ah .. those, and a diligent spirit.
That, was a brief snapshot into the childhood of the great Shaun. Hrms, was I saying something about lacking self-confidence? Ah don't be silly. I was lying. I'm full of it. *GRIN* Daryl mentioned something about that in a friendster testimonial he wrote .. let me dig it out. Here it is:
"..a handsome,
over-confident, obnoxious, cow
murdering monster"
I just had to include the word "handsome". I kind of resent the term "obnoxious" but I suppose greatness must come with the ability to deal with people's envy. Muahahaha.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Dream
the dreamer .. living in his world of dreams and fantasies .. where things never go wrong and the world never seems unfair .. green pastures and calm waters make up his world .. birds fly in clear skies and contented beasts roam the earth .. the heart knows no pain and the mind no agony .. heartaches and hurt has no place in his world .. only joy and contentment .. his world is a paradise lost to modern man .. dream with him.
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I wrote that when I was .. in poly year one I think. Was young, don't crucify me over that. Was just reminded of it after typing that crazy blog entry about my dream.
I dream a lot, and as my friends would tell you .. I dream insane dreams involving, among other things, chasing a flying goose in New Zealand and my family dying despite of having DragonBall-like powers.
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I wrote that when I was .. in poly year one I think. Was young, don't crucify me over that. Was just reminded of it after typing that crazy blog entry about my dream.
I dream a lot, and as my friends would tell you .. I dream insane dreams involving, among other things, chasing a flying goose in New Zealand and my family dying despite of having DragonBall-like powers.
Flung out of Eden
we were young, innocent and fresh
curious about the ways of the world
marvelling at the wonders of creation
movement of the clouds
up in the clear blue sky
never ceased to amaze us seeing
silhouettes of animals and angels
playing before our eyes
we were loved and cherished
adored and cared for
without a single worry in the world
running in the fields
splashing in the pool
swinging high on the swings
look mum i'm flying
we were filled with naive trust
believing without a doubt
promises and assurances
the world made to us
sitting with quiet musing
frowning for the first time
single drop of tear
glistening in the light
why won't they play with me?
we were laden with heavy burdens
loads unfair for a child to bear
stumbling along the beaten path
to find one's true self
realising time and time again
the evils of our kind
friends smiling to our face
snarling when we turn
we were hurt and broken
betrayed and fooled
flung out of eden
into despair consuming
-
I don't want to lose, what I might have already lost. Call me lazy, but living in this world is kinda tiring don't you think?
I just woke up from a nap. I dreamt that I was in an art gallery with a friend, and we were laughing as we drifted from art piece to art piece, admiring the paintings, sculptures and even the general decor of the place. Let me try to describe it. Hm .. okay, generally wood was all around. Haha. Wood in a deep, rich color. The paintings were mostly huge, with elaborate gold borders. Cliche-ish decor I suppose, as I've never actually been inside an art gallery apart from the little one in Takashimaya.
Both my friend and I were having so much fun we lost track of time, and ended up spending an entire day in the gallery. A sales assistant in the form of a cute girl of similar age came and pointedly told us that the night show was about to begin, and, her words, not mine, "female friends" are not allowed inside the gallery during the show.
I looked at my friend, shrugged, and walked out of the gallery. Quite a long walk. Huge place.
As we were exiting, the cute sale assistant caught up with me and said I could stay, and said something along the lines of "stay for the night show. It's worth it."
Er, somehow I left my friend outside and went in. I entered the darkened gallery and noticed that stars of ultra-violet lights were everywhere, lending to the illusion of being in .. well .. outer space? Really Cool. I was handed a pair of white frame glasses and when I put them on, it seemed that I could see through parts of all the paintings on a particular wall. They were enormous paintings .. I can't remember the details .. but the sections of the paintings that were translucent were like stained glass, except that instead of sunlight shining through, the area shimmered, and when I moved my head to alter my angle of vision, it seemed that the scene changes. I walked down the aisle, noticing in amazement that the "stained glass" areas of each painting seems to be speaking the same language, telling the same story, and conveying to the viewer a sense of uncomprehendable wonder. Not that the amazement that I felt was uncomprehendable, but the story they were telling was uncomprehendable.
I didn't understand. But still I walked on, focusing only on the aesthetics of the displays. Okay, now I remember. The paintings were like the frescos and paintings I saw online of Michaelangelo and Leonardo, but the stained glass areas revealed modern engineering, like a ferris wheel .. and .. a pair of black frame plastic specs. (Japheth came over to my place before I took our nap and we talked out having to make black plastic specs for NS)
Fascinating. Okay, I still remember the rest of the dream, but its pretty .. weird. Haha, nonsensical and "classified".
Oh, and in the same nap, I dreamt that while the entire family was in my uncle's car, a old man appeared sitting on my right. I took one look at him, and realised that the old man was my .. grandfather. Different in appearence, but his identity was that of my grandfather. And as dreams would have it, our conversations seemed to be focused on a piece of Yahoo! Email. Ok, I'll spare you guys the boring details, but basically he was unhappy that my elder cousin was attending church. He said in a sombre voice that Wesley, my elder cousin, was not supposed to be a Christian, while I tried to pacify him.
It seemed that no one else knew he was dead, only me. I had the Yahoo! Email screenshot in my head;an email that said my grandfather was dead. A chill shot down my spine, and up again. After I successfully persuaded him to leave, I hung my head between my knees .. shuddering while a sheen of cold sweat formed over my skin. Jasmin leaned over and asked me what was wrong. I stuttered, "That was ah gong. Ah Gong is dead."
Anyway, for your information, my grandfather died before I was born. When my mum returned home for the first time from the hospital, my granddad's wake was being conducted.
This thought crossed my mind in the dream, "What on earth is ah gong doing here?! Isn't he supposed to be ....... burning in hell? Or at least in heaven." Where do people go after they die? Not up? Not down? Left to wander from place to place until judgement day? Okay, another note, in reality, this is subjective, depends on which part of the bible you quote.
I think I'm crazy. It was a 2 hour nap. And I really have a lot of work to do ..
curious about the ways of the world
marvelling at the wonders of creation
movement of the clouds
up in the clear blue sky
never ceased to amaze us seeing
silhouettes of animals and angels
playing before our eyes
we were loved and cherished
adored and cared for
without a single worry in the world
running in the fields
splashing in the pool
swinging high on the swings
look mum i'm flying
we were filled with naive trust
believing without a doubt
promises and assurances
the world made to us
sitting with quiet musing
frowning for the first time
single drop of tear
glistening in the light
why won't they play with me?
we were laden with heavy burdens
loads unfair for a child to bear
stumbling along the beaten path
to find one's true self
realising time and time again
the evils of our kind
friends smiling to our face
snarling when we turn
we were hurt and broken
betrayed and fooled
flung out of eden
into despair consuming
-
I don't want to lose, what I might have already lost. Call me lazy, but living in this world is kinda tiring don't you think?
I just woke up from a nap. I dreamt that I was in an art gallery with a friend, and we were laughing as we drifted from art piece to art piece, admiring the paintings, sculptures and even the general decor of the place. Let me try to describe it. Hm .. okay, generally wood was all around. Haha. Wood in a deep, rich color. The paintings were mostly huge, with elaborate gold borders. Cliche-ish decor I suppose, as I've never actually been inside an art gallery apart from the little one in Takashimaya.
Both my friend and I were having so much fun we lost track of time, and ended up spending an entire day in the gallery. A sales assistant in the form of a cute girl of similar age came and pointedly told us that the night show was about to begin, and, her words, not mine, "female friends" are not allowed inside the gallery during the show.
I looked at my friend, shrugged, and walked out of the gallery. Quite a long walk. Huge place.
As we were exiting, the cute sale assistant caught up with me and said I could stay, and said something along the lines of "stay for the night show. It's worth it."
Er, somehow I left my friend outside and went in. I entered the darkened gallery and noticed that stars of ultra-violet lights were everywhere, lending to the illusion of being in .. well .. outer space? Really Cool. I was handed a pair of white frame glasses and when I put them on, it seemed that I could see through parts of all the paintings on a particular wall. They were enormous paintings .. I can't remember the details .. but the sections of the paintings that were translucent were like stained glass, except that instead of sunlight shining through, the area shimmered, and when I moved my head to alter my angle of vision, it seemed that the scene changes. I walked down the aisle, noticing in amazement that the "stained glass" areas of each painting seems to be speaking the same language, telling the same story, and conveying to the viewer a sense of uncomprehendable wonder. Not that the amazement that I felt was uncomprehendable, but the story they were telling was uncomprehendable.
I didn't understand. But still I walked on, focusing only on the aesthetics of the displays. Okay, now I remember. The paintings were like the frescos and paintings I saw online of Michaelangelo and Leonardo, but the stained glass areas revealed modern engineering, like a ferris wheel .. and .. a pair of black frame plastic specs. (Japheth came over to my place before I took our nap and we talked out having to make black plastic specs for NS)
Fascinating. Okay, I still remember the rest of the dream, but its pretty .. weird. Haha, nonsensical and "classified".
Oh, and in the same nap, I dreamt that while the entire family was in my uncle's car, a old man appeared sitting on my right. I took one look at him, and realised that the old man was my .. grandfather. Different in appearence, but his identity was that of my grandfather. And as dreams would have it, our conversations seemed to be focused on a piece of Yahoo! Email. Ok, I'll spare you guys the boring details, but basically he was unhappy that my elder cousin was attending church. He said in a sombre voice that Wesley, my elder cousin, was not supposed to be a Christian, while I tried to pacify him.
It seemed that no one else knew he was dead, only me. I had the Yahoo! Email screenshot in my head;an email that said my grandfather was dead. A chill shot down my spine, and up again. After I successfully persuaded him to leave, I hung my head between my knees .. shuddering while a sheen of cold sweat formed over my skin. Jasmin leaned over and asked me what was wrong. I stuttered, "That was ah gong. Ah Gong is dead."
Anyway, for your information, my grandfather died before I was born. When my mum returned home for the first time from the hospital, my granddad's wake was being conducted.
This thought crossed my mind in the dream, "What on earth is ah gong doing here?! Isn't he supposed to be ....... burning in hell? Or at least in heaven." Where do people go after they die? Not up? Not down? Left to wander from place to place until judgement day? Okay, another note, in reality, this is subjective, depends on which part of the bible you quote.
I think I'm crazy. It was a 2 hour nap. And I really have a lot of work to do ..
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Alf
Was moving stuff out of my dad's flat last week and came across a box of my old stuffed toys. Salvaged this fellow. The rest were thrown away =\ Pains my heart a little, but hey I'm already 20, what do I need those stuff toys for right .. and my room's already messy enough.
Somehow Alf holds special memories though .. I remember pinning my primary 1 name tag on him the night before the first day of school. And also, I think doleful eyes had something to do with him avoiding the incinerator. Haha. I have a soft spot for eyes. Yes, even on stuffed toys. Go away.
Er, do you guys know who is Alf? I got a feeling my mum bought it from Germany. I vaguely remember watching his shows though .. hrms.
Japanese Name and Youth Minutes
My japanese name is 石丸 Ishimaru (round stone) 大輝 Taiki (large radiance).
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Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
Ishimaru Taiki. How's that? The round stone part isn't very appealing, but I kinda like Taiki. Although being someone who speaks virtually zero japanese, I wouldn't know if this Rum and Monkey character is bullshiting. I wonder how the program's algorithm is like though ..
Okay, now. Right after I finish this post, I'm going to swiverl my chair to the left and start typing out the youth minutes. And I'll finish it before I go to bed. Hm. Now.
Ishimaru Taiki .. Hrms.
Friday, August 20, 2004
Swarmi
1999 photo of me and Swarmi Daryl Tay, my mentor in the art of sarcasm, introducer to various vices, and who i'll grudgingly admit was my role model in my formative years.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Braincells Murder
Fancy killing off half of your brain cells? Watch AVP. Alien vs Predator. The characters were poorly formed, like you know, you don't even really know who's the expert in what and what their names are. They die off too quickly. The camera angles for the fight scenes were horrible. What sort of .. er .. cinematography is that?
Aliens don't meet Predators till at least 1 hour into the show, and by the time they come out I bet the less delicate ones among you would have cursed more times than the number of fingers you have on one hand.
The ending sucked. Really, Really, Really Sucked.
Ah .. but I had a great day yesterday. =)
Aliens don't meet Predators till at least 1 hour into the show, and by the time they come out I bet the less delicate ones among you would have cursed more times than the number of fingers you have on one hand.
The ending sucked. Really, Really, Really Sucked.
Ah .. but I had a great day yesterday. =)
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Doggy Poo
http://www.doggypooworld.com/story.html
No joke man. This dog poo is REALLY REALLY cute. Got the link from Lut's blog. Lut's blog is really funny shit(er..pun not intended). Check both out =)
No joke man. This dog poo is REALLY REALLY cute. Got the link from Lut's blog. Lut's blog is really funny shit(er..pun not intended). Check both out =)
Microsoft Office en español
I spent half a day downloading Microsoft Office 2003 to do the Youth Minutes. Guess what, after happily unzipping the winrar archive to get to another 2 winrar archives, 1 frontpage, and 1 the actual MS Office, I got to a *.bin file. Nvm, I used WinISO to extract the contents of the bin file and ran the setup.exe file.
This is what i saw:
Preparación instalar Microsoft Office
ARGH!!! I downloaded the SPANISH version!! What the hell man. And no, the filename didn't say anything about the version being spanish.
Sigh, so I clicked on "Cancelación" and came to blog about this really, really amusing event.
This is what i saw:
Preparación instalar Microsoft Office
ARGH!!! I downloaded the SPANISH version!! What the hell man. And no, the filename didn't say anything about the version being spanish.
Sigh, so I clicked on "Cancelación" and came to blog about this really, really amusing event.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Youth Meeting Minutes
All Hail Shaun, the God of Procrastination, Sloth personified.
I'm supposed to be doing the youth meeting minutes, together with the minutes for the meeting that was held in .. June. *Grin* it's not really my fault that they chose the laziest bum in the committee to be the Secretary right? I didn't even know how to spell that word, had to look it up in the dictionary to type that.
Perhaps I'll work on the minutes after dinner .. Hrms.
Shaun le flaneur. The loafer. No, not bread. Loafer. =)
I'm supposed to be doing the youth meeting minutes, together with the minutes for the meeting that was held in .. June. *Grin* it's not really my fault that they chose the laziest bum in the committee to be the Secretary right? I didn't even know how to spell that word, had to look it up in the dictionary to type that.
Perhaps I'll work on the minutes after dinner .. Hrms.
Shaun le flaneur. The loafer. No, not bread. Loafer. =)
The Carpenters - The Rainbow Connection
Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbows are visions
But only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some choose to
Believe it
I know they're wrong wait and see
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what its done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What do we think we might see
Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
all of us under it's spell
we know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound
That calls the young sailors
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
it's something that I'm supposed to be
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbows are visions
But only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some choose to
Believe it
I know they're wrong wait and see
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what its done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What do we think we might see
Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
all of us under it's spell
we know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound
That calls the young sailors
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
it's something that I'm supposed to be
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Allow me to be .. who I want to be ..
A garden of conflicting emotions. Fairly huge, with lush green grass and clusters of wild flowers scattered around. A hedge surrounds the garden, keeping me locked within, walking around in circles, stopping ocassionally, pausing for a moment, then moving on again.
In the center of the garden was where I spent a lot of time, and where strangely, I felt the most at home. There lies the bottomless pit, where all my sorrows reside. The edges of the pit are jaggered and surrounded by a rough circle of barren rock; the grass that covers the rest of the garden ending a few feet around it.
I sit on the ledge, feet dangling in the pit, feeling the dank air caressing my bare legs, comforting me, coaxing me deeper. There is a certain comfort in depression - indulging in it has the effect of stopping time, when the world goes on without me and I'm trapped in the bubble of melancholy.
There were times when I walked, or even skipped away from the pit of sorrows, naively thinking that I would never return to it ever again - I found love, and love would be all I need. I wrote once about kicking a stone down, looking down into the yawning void as the stone falls slowly out of sight, making not a sound. Bottomless is the pit, where all my sorrows reside. I smiled. Grined. Walked away. What did it matter? I found love. And love was all I needed.
Stepping once again onto grass, feeling the softness under my feet, holding in my hand the hand of one I loved. Perhaps it was merely infatuation, but in the garden of conflicting emotions, the distinction between the two does not exist. We walked hand in hand, our laughter harmonizing with the singing of the birds, filling the air with music so beautiful I left my sorrows behind - forgotten. No longer was I alone. I found love. And love was all I needed.
As the lyrics of a song goes, all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade. I found myself once again staring into the total darkness, where all my sorrows reside. This time the darkness seemed a little darker, the hollow of the pit mirroring the emptiness in my heart. I guess I fell. The shadows enveloping me as I fell, crushing me, breaking me. I saw tentacles coiled around my neck, visible now as I fell. I realised that although I walked away from the pit, these tentacles kept their hold on me. Past hurts and mistakes refusing to let go, waiting for the opportunity to bring me down, and drag me back to them. I got to break free, I fought, I hoped, I prayed, and most of all I yearned for the love that was lost. Love that was young, love that was pure.
I found love, but it was in another. One that loved me, as much as I loved her. I crawled out of the pit, surprised at how quickly I let go of the past hurt, and the warmth that was quickly filling my heart. She was different. She was special. And she, I loved. When I was with her, everything was made beautiful. I was filled with inexplicable joy, and in my joy I failed to feel the chilling touch of a tentacle silently wrapping around an ankle, waiting once again, to bring me down.
This time I walked further. The garden of confliciting emotions expanding before my eyes. The ocean came in view, stars, clouds, sunrises, sunsets, mountains, valleys, pastures and crystal-clear lakes. Inexplicable - the joy I experienced. There were ups, there were downs. But I was happy. I found love, and love was all I needed.
One by one, the stars grew dim. Slowly, her love grew cold. This time I was older. This time I was stronger. This time, perhaps, I was wiser. I walked over to the cursed pit, kneeled by the edge and cried.
Time passed, and still I stayed. And then, it struck me. This pit is not my home. This is not where I belong. This, is where I have to leave. I climbed to my feet and brushed off the dirt, wet my lips and dried my tears. I see a light, and it is beyond the hedge. I have to leave, I have to go. The garden has been nice, but there is a world I have to see, a love I have to find.
I will find love, and love is all I need.
[Naive. Perhaps. Simplistic. Perhaps. I realise there's a lot more to life than this. But this was about emotions, nothing more.]
In the center of the garden was where I spent a lot of time, and where strangely, I felt the most at home. There lies the bottomless pit, where all my sorrows reside. The edges of the pit are jaggered and surrounded by a rough circle of barren rock; the grass that covers the rest of the garden ending a few feet around it.
I sit on the ledge, feet dangling in the pit, feeling the dank air caressing my bare legs, comforting me, coaxing me deeper. There is a certain comfort in depression - indulging in it has the effect of stopping time, when the world goes on without me and I'm trapped in the bubble of melancholy.
There were times when I walked, or even skipped away from the pit of sorrows, naively thinking that I would never return to it ever again - I found love, and love would be all I need. I wrote once about kicking a stone down, looking down into the yawning void as the stone falls slowly out of sight, making not a sound. Bottomless is the pit, where all my sorrows reside. I smiled. Grined. Walked away. What did it matter? I found love. And love was all I needed.
Stepping once again onto grass, feeling the softness under my feet, holding in my hand the hand of one I loved. Perhaps it was merely infatuation, but in the garden of conflicting emotions, the distinction between the two does not exist. We walked hand in hand, our laughter harmonizing with the singing of the birds, filling the air with music so beautiful I left my sorrows behind - forgotten. No longer was I alone. I found love. And love was all I needed.
As the lyrics of a song goes, all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade. I found myself once again staring into the total darkness, where all my sorrows reside. This time the darkness seemed a little darker, the hollow of the pit mirroring the emptiness in my heart. I guess I fell. The shadows enveloping me as I fell, crushing me, breaking me. I saw tentacles coiled around my neck, visible now as I fell. I realised that although I walked away from the pit, these tentacles kept their hold on me. Past hurts and mistakes refusing to let go, waiting for the opportunity to bring me down, and drag me back to them. I got to break free, I fought, I hoped, I prayed, and most of all I yearned for the love that was lost. Love that was young, love that was pure.
I found love, but it was in another. One that loved me, as much as I loved her. I crawled out of the pit, surprised at how quickly I let go of the past hurt, and the warmth that was quickly filling my heart. She was different. She was special. And she, I loved. When I was with her, everything was made beautiful. I was filled with inexplicable joy, and in my joy I failed to feel the chilling touch of a tentacle silently wrapping around an ankle, waiting once again, to bring me down.
This time I walked further. The garden of confliciting emotions expanding before my eyes. The ocean came in view, stars, clouds, sunrises, sunsets, mountains, valleys, pastures and crystal-clear lakes. Inexplicable - the joy I experienced. There were ups, there were downs. But I was happy. I found love, and love was all I needed.
One by one, the stars grew dim. Slowly, her love grew cold. This time I was older. This time I was stronger. This time, perhaps, I was wiser. I walked over to the cursed pit, kneeled by the edge and cried.
Time passed, and still I stayed. And then, it struck me. This pit is not my home. This is not where I belong. This, is where I have to leave. I climbed to my feet and brushed off the dirt, wet my lips and dried my tears. I see a light, and it is beyond the hedge. I have to leave, I have to go. The garden has been nice, but there is a world I have to see, a love I have to find.
I will find love, and love is all I need.
[Naive. Perhaps. Simplistic. Perhaps. I realise there's a lot more to life than this. But this was about emotions, nothing more.]
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Roces Blades
Roces MonteCarlo
I am now $199 poorer. Really excited to go blading on tuesday though =)
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Sweat drops keep dripping to my eyes
"Sweat drops keep dripping to my eyes .. sweat drops keep dripping to my eyes .. eyes .. eyes, sweat, keeps on dripping to my eyes, keeps on dripping .. sweat drops keep dripping to my eyes .. ", I mentally sang as I wiped sweat off my brow and occasionally out of my eyes.
I was running the final leg of the 3.something km loop from Weeli's house to Tanah Merah MRT and back again. We were running slightly faster than the snail's pace I was used to and my heart, lungs and muscles were working overtime. Through this run, I learnt 3 things. First, having long hair makes you perspire more. Secondly, one functional purpose of eyebrows is to slow down the speed of sweat drops dripping to your eyes, and thirdly, I'm really unfit.
Returned to Weeli's house a half-dead dog, shuffling behind Weeli, who coincidentally was walking with a spring in his steps. As I said, although both "Weeli" and "Shaun" are spelt with 5 letters, our fitness levels are worlds apart. Weeli's dad happened to be around, and went "Huh 3km?! That's nothing. Not like it was 30K" when he saw me puffing and huffing. Haha, so much for encouragement. Anyway, on a side note, Weeli's dad's a rock climber and formal gymnast. During one of the climbing sessions some time ago, he turned to Japheth and remarked "You know what's your problem? You're too weak. Have to do more push-ups, at least 100 every night". Japheth didn't know how to respond. I think he just laughed. I wasn't there; this incident was related to me.
Okay. Next item on the agenda was blading. We were supposed to head to the blades' rental store at East Coast Park - me in slippers, and Weeli in his own blades. Found out that it was closed when we got there and saw a kayak rental kiosk across the store. "Lets kayak", I said. How I would come to regret that statement. Haha, we rented 2 single kayaks for an hour, foolishly deciding to kayak to Macs. Basically I almost died on my way back, tired like crazy.
In between that and climbing at the rock gym, we ate bak kut teh, travelled to Bugis to meet the seller of a sony clie, which I now proudly, or not so proudly own. I expected the Clie to be a standard silver, but it turned out to be white with pink power and jog-dial buttons. A little gay. But it's a bargain at $100, so I'm not complaining =)
Okay, to climbing. Completed a few "feel-good" routes, made a few pathetic attempts at slightly tougher routes, and slacked all the way till 10pm after my hands protested "NOOOOOO. ENOUGH!". Went upstairs to do some pull-ups .. planned to do 3 sets of 10. No problem. Yeah right. Shaun 3 months ago, yeah no problem. Shaun now, BIG problem. Haha.
Here's what happened:
*Shaun and Weeli walk over to the Hang Board
Weeli : "Okay, you go first."
Shaun: "Yep .." *Holds on to Hang Board*
Shaun: *mentally* 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. "something is wrong.." .. 4 .. 5 .. "oh fuck." .. 6 .. 7 .. 8
*drops down* *stares at weeli .. jaw dropped.* *exclaims "WTF?!" and started laughing
hollowly and repeating "oh shit .. what on earth happened."
Weeli : something along the lines of "What the Hell .. you better start training".
Shaun: *mounts board* *mentally* 1 .. *drops*. "Wtf.". *mounts board* *mentally* 1 ..
*lets go of board*
Sigh, anyway I completed the 3 sets. 1st set: 8 + 1 + 1. 2nd set: 7 + 2 + 1. 3rd set: 7 + 3. Pathetic!
Anyway, I'm sure my exercise details are boring you. I'll be buying a pair of blades on Sunday, then repeat the routine on monday. Excited man. Really excited(no im not being sarcastic)
Tired .. tired .. tired, but the first knuckles of six of my fingers are swollen. Again. I LOVE IT =) How I missed it.
I was running the final leg of the 3.something km loop from Weeli's house to Tanah Merah MRT and back again. We were running slightly faster than the snail's pace I was used to and my heart, lungs and muscles were working overtime. Through this run, I learnt 3 things. First, having long hair makes you perspire more. Secondly, one functional purpose of eyebrows is to slow down the speed of sweat drops dripping to your eyes, and thirdly, I'm really unfit.
Returned to Weeli's house a half-dead dog, shuffling behind Weeli, who coincidentally was walking with a spring in his steps. As I said, although both "Weeli" and "Shaun" are spelt with 5 letters, our fitness levels are worlds apart. Weeli's dad happened to be around, and went "Huh 3km?! That's nothing. Not like it was 30K" when he saw me puffing and huffing. Haha, so much for encouragement. Anyway, on a side note, Weeli's dad's a rock climber and formal gymnast. During one of the climbing sessions some time ago, he turned to Japheth and remarked "You know what's your problem? You're too weak. Have to do more push-ups, at least 100 every night". Japheth didn't know how to respond. I think he just laughed. I wasn't there; this incident was related to me.
Okay. Next item on the agenda was blading. We were supposed to head to the blades' rental store at East Coast Park - me in slippers, and Weeli in his own blades. Found out that it was closed when we got there and saw a kayak rental kiosk across the store. "Lets kayak", I said. How I would come to regret that statement. Haha, we rented 2 single kayaks for an hour, foolishly deciding to kayak to Macs. Basically I almost died on my way back, tired like crazy.
In between that and climbing at the rock gym, we ate bak kut teh, travelled to Bugis to meet the seller of a sony clie, which I now proudly, or not so proudly own. I expected the Clie to be a standard silver, but it turned out to be white with pink power and jog-dial buttons. A little gay. But it's a bargain at $100, so I'm not complaining =)
Okay, to climbing. Completed a few "feel-good" routes, made a few pathetic attempts at slightly tougher routes, and slacked all the way till 10pm after my hands protested "NOOOOOO. ENOUGH!". Went upstairs to do some pull-ups .. planned to do 3 sets of 10. No problem. Yeah right. Shaun 3 months ago, yeah no problem. Shaun now, BIG problem. Haha.
Here's what happened:
*Shaun and Weeli walk over to the Hang Board
Weeli : "Okay, you go first."
Shaun: "Yep .." *Holds on to Hang Board*
Shaun: *mentally* 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. "something is wrong.." .. 4 .. 5 .. "oh fuck." .. 6 .. 7 .. 8
*drops down* *stares at weeli .. jaw dropped.* *exclaims "WTF?!" and started laughing
hollowly and repeating "oh shit .. what on earth happened."
Weeli : something along the lines of "What the Hell .. you better start training".
Shaun: *mounts board* *mentally* 1 .. *drops*. "Wtf.". *mounts board* *mentally* 1 ..
*lets go of board*
Sigh, anyway I completed the 3 sets. 1st set: 8 + 1 + 1. 2nd set: 7 + 2 + 1. 3rd set: 7 + 3. Pathetic!
Anyway, I'm sure my exercise details are boring you. I'll be buying a pair of blades on Sunday, then repeat the routine on monday. Excited man. Really excited(no im not being sarcastic)
Tired .. tired .. tired, but the first knuckles of six of my fingers are swollen. Again. I LOVE IT =) How I missed it.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Tamagotchi
Have you seen the new Tamagotchis? They look really cool. Except that they have a "Ages 7 and up" sticker stuck on the packaging and I'll appear real gay playing it. Haha. I've always loved pets. And when first Tamagotchi wave struck a couple .. no .. make that many years back, I was hooked!
My first Tamagotchi was, sadly, an imitation. It was a Dinosaur thingy that was actually really cute, also from Japan, and cost $23(or so, my memory isn't that fantastic. it was 1998). Then, my mum found out about my obsession and fed it by sending from hong kong several Tamagotchis - one original, one puppy, and one tortise. Heh .. I had lots.
Digimon came along a little later, and I upgraded to it. Digimon's much more of a guy thing, and training up little digital monsters to do battle with my classmates digimons became a hobby and obsession. Hrms, for the record, I only got on to the Digimon 1 craze. Lost interest after that. The last time I saw a Digimon, It was Digimon 5, or battle station or something.
Back to the newest Tamagotchis. They have IR ports, the ability to interact with other Tamagotchis, and to mate and have Tamababies! Wonder who will have the custody of the Tamababies though. I mean .. it takes 2 different units of Tamagotchis to mate right. Then where do the Tamababies live? Hrms. With the mum I suppose.
I'm 20. Haha.
My first Tamagotchi was, sadly, an imitation. It was a Dinosaur thingy that was actually really cute, also from Japan, and cost $23(or so, my memory isn't that fantastic. it was 1998). Then, my mum found out about my obsession and fed it by sending from hong kong several Tamagotchis - one original, one puppy, and one tortise. Heh .. I had lots.
Digimon came along a little later, and I upgraded to it. Digimon's much more of a guy thing, and training up little digital monsters to do battle with my classmates digimons became a hobby and obsession. Hrms, for the record, I only got on to the Digimon 1 craze. Lost interest after that. The last time I saw a Digimon, It was Digimon 5, or battle station or something.
Back to the newest Tamagotchis. They have IR ports, the ability to interact with other Tamagotchis, and to mate and have Tamababies! Wonder who will have the custody of the Tamababies though. I mean .. it takes 2 different units of Tamagotchis to mate right. Then where do the Tamababies live? Hrms. With the mum I suppose.
I'm 20. Haha.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Always
JON BON JOVI - Always Lyrics
This romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up
Now I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you - Always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time
Yeah, I will love you baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you
Well, there ain't no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you - Always
*hits imaginary drum and croaks along*
Heh
Life is .. tiring. I'm neither eloquent nor awake enough to put into words what I mean by the previous sentence.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
No .. Noooooooo!
Good morning world. No .. no .. I don't feel like running. I don't want to get up! Er, my knees ache you know .. erm .. back's not feeling so good. *cough, cough* I think I'm sick.
Sigh, I'm lying in bed typing on my laptop, a bad habit that I picked up from Shanghai. Supposed to go to Weeli's house and run to East Coast Park from there, but I'm really lazy and tired .. get up soon get up soon .. now its 9:53 .. I'll get up at 10. *yawn*
A little background info. Weeli has been my friend of many years; since 1999 when we were both 15, skinny, and studying at Hai Sing. We stuck to each other like shadows then, except that he had a girlfriend in the same class .. so I think I was doing most of the sticking. Haha. Didn't have many friends in class. Um, I digress. Okay back to the important part. Secondary school has PE lessons right? PE lessons often involve running around the school right? Right. So. Let me describe a typical PE lesson involving running - Most people leisurely jogging, Weeli sprinting ahead, and Shaun walking behind, or occasionally making a valiant effort to run. As I make my way around the school's perimeter, I would feel a gust of wind and a "Hi Shaun" when weeli runs past me. If he's feeling especially kiam-pa, he'll flash me a grin and go, "Eh, Still here?". This usually happens more than once per run, meaning that Weeli is usually a few rounds ahead of me. *grumble*
Fast forward to our poly days. Yup, I have the unfortunate luck of being saddled with Weeli yet again *grin* (actually we applied together. haha.) where he dragged me to join Rock Climbing, beginning the evolution of Weeli from a sadistic skinny bastarad to a sadistic muscular one-arm-pull-up bastard with an extremely warped sense of humour. Can you imagine doing pull ups for fun? Yeah, that's part of the hanging-out-with-weeli package. In year two, we hung around pull up bars during breaks and do abt a hundred pull ups. Just for kicks. Weeli enjoyed it tremendously, you can see it in his eyes - especially when people have problems pulling up and he pulls up like he weighs nothing. That ass. =)
*Yawn* Its 10:02, but since I'm writing a tribute to Weeli, He wouldn't mind me being a little late. And considering I'm going to be subjected to his torture later on, I don't think I should care. Haha. I hope I don't die. My creaky bones have not felt exercise in a long, long time. *Gulp*.
Actually, Weeli has been rather kind to me the last couple of times we ran together. I think he realised that the gulf seperating his fitness level and mine is so wide you can fit a million elephants in it. =) Haha. Weeli, will I die? No VJC/TJC bus stop to perk me up you know. Mon Dieu. My God. Help me! Haha .. enough procasinating, time to get upppppppppp! er..4 more mins. Haha.
Sigh, I'm lying in bed typing on my laptop, a bad habit that I picked up from Shanghai. Supposed to go to Weeli's house and run to East Coast Park from there, but I'm really lazy and tired .. get up soon get up soon .. now its 9:53 .. I'll get up at 10. *yawn*
A little background info. Weeli has been my friend of many years; since 1999 when we were both 15, skinny, and studying at Hai Sing. We stuck to each other like shadows then, except that he had a girlfriend in the same class .. so I think I was doing most of the sticking. Haha. Didn't have many friends in class. Um, I digress. Okay back to the important part. Secondary school has PE lessons right? PE lessons often involve running around the school right? Right. So. Let me describe a typical PE lesson involving running - Most people leisurely jogging, Weeli sprinting ahead, and Shaun walking behind, or occasionally making a valiant effort to run. As I make my way around the school's perimeter, I would feel a gust of wind and a "Hi Shaun" when weeli runs past me. If he's feeling especially kiam-pa, he'll flash me a grin and go, "Eh, Still here?". This usually happens more than once per run, meaning that Weeli is usually a few rounds ahead of me. *grumble*
Fast forward to our poly days. Yup, I have the unfortunate luck of being saddled with Weeli yet again *grin* (actually we applied together. haha.) where he dragged me to join Rock Climbing, beginning the evolution of Weeli from a sadistic skinny bastarad to a sadistic muscular one-arm-pull-up bastard with an extremely warped sense of humour. Can you imagine doing pull ups for fun? Yeah, that's part of the hanging-out-with-weeli package. In year two, we hung around pull up bars during breaks and do abt a hundred pull ups. Just for kicks. Weeli enjoyed it tremendously, you can see it in his eyes - especially when people have problems pulling up and he pulls up like he weighs nothing. That ass. =)
*Yawn* Its 10:02, but since I'm writing a tribute to Weeli, He wouldn't mind me being a little late. And considering I'm going to be subjected to his torture later on, I don't think I should care. Haha. I hope I don't die. My creaky bones have not felt exercise in a long, long time. *Gulp*.
Actually, Weeli has been rather kind to me the last couple of times we ran together. I think he realised that the gulf seperating his fitness level and mine is so wide you can fit a million elephants in it. =) Haha. Weeli, will I die? No VJC/TJC bus stop to perk me up you know. Mon Dieu. My God. Help me! Haha .. enough procasinating, time to get upppppppppp! er..4 more mins. Haha.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Looking for PDA ..
Anybody with color-screen pda for sale? I'm looking for one to read my ebooks. Basic features are fine. Budget : $200. Poor pre-ns guy. =)
Alternatively, you can buy me an ipod =)~
Lack sleep .. sleep deprived ..
Alternatively, you can buy me an ipod =)~
Lack sleep .. sleep deprived ..
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Ol Blue Eyes - Here's to the losers
Here's to those who love not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well
To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell
To the guy who'd throw a party if he knew someone to call
Here's to the losers, bless them all
Here's to those who drink their dinners when that lady doesn't show
To the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe
To the lonely summer lovers when the leaves begin to fall
Here's to the losers, a-bless them all
Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of the rain
Those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne
Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe
All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive
Here's to trouble-free tomorrows, may your sorrows all be small
Here's to the losers, bless them all
[Musical Interlude]
Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of that rain
Those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne
Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe
All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive
Here's to trouble-free tomorrows, may your sorrows all be small
Here's to the losers, here's to the losers, here's to the losers
Bless them all!
To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell
To the guy who'd throw a party if he knew someone to call
Here's to the losers, bless them all
Here's to those who drink their dinners when that lady doesn't show
To the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe
To the lonely summer lovers when the leaves begin to fall
Here's to the losers, a-bless them all
Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of the rain
Those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne
Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe
All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive
Here's to trouble-free tomorrows, may your sorrows all be small
Here's to the losers, bless them all
[Musical Interlude]
Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of that rain
Those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne
Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe
All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive
Here's to trouble-free tomorrows, may your sorrows all be small
Here's to the losers, here's to the losers, here's to the losers
Bless them all!
What a night.
She's back. Fled to pasir ris to find Daryl, headed to Elias mall for a simple dinner. Ended up with a black pepper crab, dish of sambal kang kong, and sliced beef. $25 per head. Haha, passer-bys would probably think one of us struck 4d.
Met Qingwei, went for car ride to jurong to drop off his gf, went to sentosa - or rather, the entrance to sentosa .. heard "$8" .. made a U-turn, went to Harbourfront, bought 2 lousy alcoholic sodas, looked for a way to the waterfront, found none, ended up sitting on the stairs.
Jiaju and gang arrived, chatted a little, then a convoy of 1 merz, 1 sonata and 1 caddy made its way to kallang stadium waterfront, had booze and many crazy rounds of bridge .. really crazy bridge. Stupid Jia An. Starting Bid - "2 no trumps". Crazy bugger.
After bridge, when to Gelyang .. (shit how to spell? Geylang?) .. 126 for dim sum, THEN finally came home. Now its 4:02am and I have to be in church tomorrow by 9am for bible study class.
Mon Dieu.
je la reverrai demain. un dieu m'aident.
Met Qingwei, went for car ride to jurong to drop off his gf, went to sentosa - or rather, the entrance to sentosa .. heard "$8" .. made a U-turn, went to Harbourfront, bought 2 lousy alcoholic sodas, looked for a way to the waterfront, found none, ended up sitting on the stairs.
Jiaju and gang arrived, chatted a little, then a convoy of 1 merz, 1 sonata and 1 caddy made its way to kallang stadium waterfront, had booze and many crazy rounds of bridge .. really crazy bridge. Stupid Jia An. Starting Bid - "2 no trumps". Crazy bugger.
After bridge, when to Gelyang .. (shit how to spell? Geylang?) .. 126 for dim sum, THEN finally came home. Now its 4:02am and I have to be in church tomorrow by 9am for bible study class.
Mon Dieu.
je la reverrai demain. un dieu m'aident.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
IRC Quotes
There's this website that has the top 50 funny quotes from IRC. Check it out. Funny shit.
Egg?
shaun says:
okok i must tell u this
shaun says:
i was snorkeling near the beach..shallow waters
shaun says:
then i saw a couple of fishes nibbling a round white object
shaun says:
abt the size of a turtle egg
shaun says:
i observed a few mins..then i felt certain it was an egg of sorts..
shaun says:
dived down..gingerly picked it up..then made my way towards the tree where step dad and mum were resting
shaun says:
they took one look..stared at me..and said.."shaun its a rambutan."
okok i must tell u this
shaun says:
i was snorkeling near the beach..shallow waters
shaun says:
then i saw a couple of fishes nibbling a round white object
shaun says:
abt the size of a turtle egg
shaun says:
i observed a few mins..then i felt certain it was an egg of sorts..
shaun says:
dived down..gingerly picked it up..then made my way towards the tree where step dad and mum were resting
shaun says:
they took one look..stared at me..and said.."shaun its a rambutan."
Friday, August 06, 2004
Graduation Day
Today's Graduation Day =)
I'm now offically a graduate of Nanyang Polytechnic with a Diploma in Engineering Informatics, without merit. Blah. Japheth has a certificate of merit, and he's the top student for EI, year 3 sem 2. Amazing? Maybe not till you see this pic:
shaun on left. japheth on right.
Slacker number 1 and Slacker number 2. Haha, and he has certificate of merit. *Grin* Okay, he's a lot smarter. He just looks slack. Let's leave it as that shall we?
Okay, moving on! Check out "space" on the side bar. Showcasing my Chrome bag. It's pretty rare in singapore, few people carry it.
I remember 2 incidents involving my beloved Chrome bag:
Incident 1
Location: The adidas(korn - all day i dream about sex) boutique in citylink mall.
Story: While walking out of the boutique, I saw, from the corner of my right eye, a shiny metallic reflection. I paused. Taking a step back, I turned my head to the right to stare at a nerdy looking black specs doning male carrying a Chrome bag, in electric blue. I stared. He stared. The same thought must have been going through his head, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT PUNK DOING WITH A CHROME?!"
Incident 2
Location: Pumpfest bouldering competition 2003, outside plaza singapura
Story:
I was having a shit of a competition day. Struggled with the previous 3 routes, completing none, resting on a chair facing the crowd, waiting for the attempt on route 4. Japheth, Weeli and Jeryd were standing in front of me.
One of them, Jeryd I think, leaned forward and said, "Shaun, you know what, your Chrome is now going for $160". My jaw dropped. The chalk bag in my hand dropped. I bought my Chrome for $185, and that #@$!@! store owner said that was after discount, best price.
Well, its only a $25 price difference you might say, but after pumping the shit out of my sack of bones for the previous 3 routes, my brain was pretty numbed. According to my friends, I was dazed, providing them with the entertainment of laughing at me - "The look on Shaun's face when he heard the reduced Chrome bag price, priceless".
Yup, old joke. But I'm bored, and there's some problem with my project that I'm reluctant to fix. So ya, here I am crapping away.
I'm now offically a graduate of Nanyang Polytechnic with a Diploma in Engineering Informatics, without merit. Blah. Japheth has a certificate of merit, and he's the top student for EI, year 3 sem 2. Amazing? Maybe not till you see this pic:
shaun on left. japheth on right.
Slacker number 1 and Slacker number 2. Haha, and he has certificate of merit. *Grin* Okay, he's a lot smarter. He just looks slack. Let's leave it as that shall we?
Okay, moving on! Check out "space" on the side bar. Showcasing my Chrome bag. It's pretty rare in singapore, few people carry it.
I remember 2 incidents involving my beloved Chrome bag:
Incident 1
Location: The adidas(korn - all day i dream about sex) boutique in citylink mall.
Story: While walking out of the boutique, I saw, from the corner of my right eye, a shiny metallic reflection. I paused. Taking a step back, I turned my head to the right to stare at a nerdy looking black specs doning male carrying a Chrome bag, in electric blue. I stared. He stared. The same thought must have been going through his head, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT PUNK DOING WITH A CHROME?!"
Incident 2
Location: Pumpfest bouldering competition 2003, outside plaza singapura
Story:
I was having a shit of a competition day. Struggled with the previous 3 routes, completing none, resting on a chair facing the crowd, waiting for the attempt on route 4. Japheth, Weeli and Jeryd were standing in front of me.
One of them, Jeryd I think, leaned forward and said, "Shaun, you know what, your Chrome is now going for $160". My jaw dropped. The chalk bag in my hand dropped. I bought my Chrome for $185, and that #@$!@! store owner said that was after discount, best price.
Well, its only a $25 price difference you might say, but after pumping the shit out of my sack of bones for the previous 3 routes, my brain was pretty numbed. According to my friends, I was dazed, providing them with the entertainment of laughing at me - "The look on Shaun's face when he heard the reduced Chrome bag price, priceless".
Yup, old joke. But I'm bored, and there's some problem with my project that I'm reluctant to fix. So ya, here I am crapping away.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Tioman
From what you can no doubt gather from my two previous posts, I'm back from Tioman. My blog was frequently on my mind as I went about the island, making mental notes of what to blog and how to blog. Unfortunately, I forgot 80% of everything I planned. -_-"
Okay to refresh my memory, we'll start with something that's close to my heart ..
Girls
Ok now, I went to a beach resort right, and with a beautiful beach one would picture images of pretty bikini babes sun bathing or something right? WRONG! I didn't see a single pretty girl, not to mention bikini babes. Gosh. In fact the prettiest girl I saw in the past 4 days was a CNN newscaster on television! Sigh. Anyway her name was Kristie Lu, Chinese American. Pretty pretty =)
Cycling
Cycling, or an attempt at cycling. The resort I stayed in was the Berjaya Beach Resort, and those of you who stayed there before would recall the disgusting (shut up weeli, i know you like slopes) slopes that lie in between the resort entrance and the village. San Francisco on Tioman man.
Anyway, my mum's husband and I rented 2 mountain bikes and proceeded cycling towards the village. I saw the first hill, switched the bicycle to 1st gear and sped up it. No problemo. I was panting a little, but I thought what the hell, I can do this. I came to the second hill and cursed. Bloody steep. Picked up speed a little and sped, no, struggled up the hill, using all of my weight to push the pedals down, one at a time, slowly. Made it to the top, turned and saw my stepdad struggling, perspiration dripping down his face. He's fourty-four.
We then came to the third one. And this, is one (*#^@$@! of a steep hill. We exchanged looks, shooked our heads, mumbled something about how the return trip would be torture, and went down the slope behind us.
Now, that was my attempt at cycling. Haha. I suck. But hey, I was sick you know, fever. *grin*
Snorkeling
I was snorkeling in shallow waters, tracking the movements of individual fishes, following them, observing as unobtrusively as possible. Really, I think a fish's life is terribly simple. I saw a school of fishes, okay, a group of 6 to be exact, just stoning! Motionless - no, they're not dead. Wonder what goes through their mind as they stone. Maybe : "When does that stupid 4 legged fish intend to scram anyway".
Swimming away from the particular school of stoners, I came to this clump of rock and corals where different type of fishes gathered (in contrast to deeper waters, it's relatively difficult to find "fish activities" in shallow waters")
I saw this punk of a fish, middle-sized, bigger than some of the fishes, smaller than some others chasing every smaller fish that crossed its path and even some that happen to find themselves in the field of vision of this particular punk fish. Obviously the punk ignored the bigger fishes, prefering instead to snip at the sides and tails of smaller fishes. I observed this punk's behavior for a couple of mins I think, then I told myself, the next time this punk snips at a smaller fish I'm going to teach him a lesson.
I waited, and sure enough, that punk chased down another small fish and nibbled it a little. The smaller fishes are obviously too big for be eaten by that punk, he's just doing it for fun. Crazy bugger. I took a deep breath, spat out my snorkel, and went after that bugger. Haha. I went after him with my right hand outstretched and my fingers in the shape of a crawl. That punk FLED. Haha. I chased him around a little bit, until I ran out of air, than I kicked myself up to the surface, disturbing the whole community of fishes in the process.
Nevertheless, I chalked that up as a good deed of the day. *Grin*
Okay thats all folks. Enough for now.
Okay to refresh my memory, we'll start with something that's close to my heart ..
Girls
Ok now, I went to a beach resort right, and with a beautiful beach one would picture images of pretty bikini babes sun bathing or something right? WRONG! I didn't see a single pretty girl, not to mention bikini babes. Gosh. In fact the prettiest girl I saw in the past 4 days was a CNN newscaster on television! Sigh. Anyway her name was Kristie Lu, Chinese American. Pretty pretty =)
Cycling
Cycling, or an attempt at cycling. The resort I stayed in was the Berjaya Beach Resort, and those of you who stayed there before would recall the disgusting (shut up weeli, i know you like slopes) slopes that lie in between the resort entrance and the village. San Francisco on Tioman man.
Anyway, my mum's husband and I rented 2 mountain bikes and proceeded cycling towards the village. I saw the first hill, switched the bicycle to 1st gear and sped up it. No problemo. I was panting a little, but I thought what the hell, I can do this. I came to the second hill and cursed. Bloody steep. Picked up speed a little and sped, no, struggled up the hill, using all of my weight to push the pedals down, one at a time, slowly. Made it to the top, turned and saw my stepdad struggling, perspiration dripping down his face. He's fourty-four.
We then came to the third one. And this, is one (*#^@$@! of a steep hill. We exchanged looks, shooked our heads, mumbled something about how the return trip would be torture, and went down the slope behind us.
Now, that was my attempt at cycling. Haha. I suck. But hey, I was sick you know, fever. *grin*
Snorkeling
I was snorkeling in shallow waters, tracking the movements of individual fishes, following them, observing as unobtrusively as possible. Really, I think a fish's life is terribly simple. I saw a school of fishes, okay, a group of 6 to be exact, just stoning! Motionless - no, they're not dead. Wonder what goes through their mind as they stone. Maybe : "When does that stupid 4 legged fish intend to scram anyway".
Swimming away from the particular school of stoners, I came to this clump of rock and corals where different type of fishes gathered (in contrast to deeper waters, it's relatively difficult to find "fish activities" in shallow waters")
I saw this punk of a fish, middle-sized, bigger than some of the fishes, smaller than some others chasing every smaller fish that crossed its path and even some that happen to find themselves in the field of vision of this particular punk fish. Obviously the punk ignored the bigger fishes, prefering instead to snip at the sides and tails of smaller fishes. I observed this punk's behavior for a couple of mins I think, then I told myself, the next time this punk snips at a smaller fish I'm going to teach him a lesson.
I waited, and sure enough, that punk chased down another small fish and nibbled it a little. The smaller fishes are obviously too big for be eaten by that punk, he's just doing it for fun. Crazy bugger. I took a deep breath, spat out my snorkel, and went after that bugger. Haha. I went after him with my right hand outstretched and my fingers in the shape of a crawl. That punk FLED. Haha. I chased him around a little bit, until I ran out of air, than I kicked myself up to the surface, disturbing the whole community of fishes in the process.
Nevertheless, I chalked that up as a good deed of the day. *Grin*
Okay thats all folks. Enough for now.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Roman Emperor to Sick Puppy
I'm sick. Woke up this morning feeing like a train hit me, or a rail slug was shot through my middle section. To put it simply, I woke up sick. Crawled out of bed and started work on the youth newsletter. No, its not that I'm very committed and still insist of working even though I was sick, it's just that I was supposed to have completed it yesterday and they need it for today's youth service. So, I did it. Sleepily cut and paste stuff, arrange the formatting, walk over to Jasmin's computer, copy her cover article to my thumbdrive, come back to my laptop, plug it in, cut paste, format, put in thumb drive, walk over to her pc, printed, realised it was printed in "letter" size, cursed a little, set the print size to "A4", printed again, told my aunty to bring it to church for me, message Pearl to account, and promptly went back to sleep.
Felt like puking. Tried not to move so as to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach and pray the damn gastric juices work more efficiently. My gastric juices suck. They're really lousy I tell you. I have a freaking weak stomach. Had food poisoning the day after my baptism last year. Had a "rare" steak at Swensens, WhiteSands on the baptism night, slept well. Next day, went church, after church went bugis food court to eat Sen Mian, or crispy noodles, lived through the day and went to sleep around 12. Woke up at 4 .. made it to the doorway of my room, fell prostate and proceeded to puke my guts out. I looked at amazement at the green chillies and whole leafy vegetables that managed to survive in my stomach for so many hours. After cleaning up the mess i attempted to return to sleep but my stomach kept churning, threatening to throw up once again. Sigh, what am I doing, this is a long and boring story. Anyway so as not to leave my readers hanging, the summary from that moment to the end of the story is that I woke my uncle up, convulsed like crazy on the floor of the lift, he laid hands on me and prayed for me, helped me to his car, went to hospital, got a jab, puked and shited in his car on the way home, came home, showered and placed a pail beside my bed while I slept. The pail was half full by the time I recovered, and stinking like crazy.
That, together with another episode where I ate a rojak of different foods and a unhealthy amount of beer, resulting in a bout of stomach flu and cause me to puked ard 10 times, made me adverse to puking. I rather hold it in me than to convulse and puke. The pain in my chest when i puke is just killing.
Back to present time. I just puked. And I feel a whole lot better. Which differeniates this case of stomach upset to the previous two. Only problem is that I have fever too. The #@!$#@ host of the steak party last night was SICK. And we shared forks. Sigh.
Christians out there, pray for my speedy recovery. And I mean speedy, express, fast, fast, haiyaku, haiyaku! I'm going tioman tomorrow. Don't want to be a sick puppy padding along the beaches.
Oh man this post contains a lot of gross stuff huh. Hope none of you are eating while reading my blog. When it comes to Shaun, don't take any chances.
Felt like puking. Tried not to move so as to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach and pray the damn gastric juices work more efficiently. My gastric juices suck. They're really lousy I tell you. I have a freaking weak stomach. Had food poisoning the day after my baptism last year. Had a "rare" steak at Swensens, WhiteSands on the baptism night, slept well. Next day, went church, after church went bugis food court to eat Sen Mian, or crispy noodles, lived through the day and went to sleep around 12. Woke up at 4 .. made it to the doorway of my room, fell prostate and proceeded to puke my guts out. I looked at amazement at the green chillies and whole leafy vegetables that managed to survive in my stomach for so many hours. After cleaning up the mess i attempted to return to sleep but my stomach kept churning, threatening to throw up once again. Sigh, what am I doing, this is a long and boring story. Anyway so as not to leave my readers hanging, the summary from that moment to the end of the story is that I woke my uncle up, convulsed like crazy on the floor of the lift, he laid hands on me and prayed for me, helped me to his car, went to hospital, got a jab, puked and shited in his car on the way home, came home, showered and placed a pail beside my bed while I slept. The pail was half full by the time I recovered, and stinking like crazy.
That, together with another episode where I ate a rojak of different foods and a unhealthy amount of beer, resulting in a bout of stomach flu and cause me to puked ard 10 times, made me adverse to puking. I rather hold it in me than to convulse and puke. The pain in my chest when i puke is just killing.
Back to present time. I just puked. And I feel a whole lot better. Which differeniates this case of stomach upset to the previous two. Only problem is that I have fever too. The #@!$#@ host of the steak party last night was SICK. And we shared forks. Sigh.
Christians out there, pray for my speedy recovery. And I mean speedy, express, fast, fast, haiyaku, haiyaku! I'm going tioman tomorrow. Don't want to be a sick puppy padding along the beaches.
Oh man this post contains a lot of gross stuff huh. Hope none of you are eating while reading my blog. When it comes to Shaun, don't take any chances.
Steak Party
I'm typing on my friend's computer now, the friend whose birthday falls on today and who opened his house for a steak party AND sponsored $270 worth of groceries for the above-mentioned party.
Yum. I was chef number one. Marinated the steaks with various combinations of Red cooking wine, worchester sauce, HP steak sauce, basil leaves, bay leaves, rosemary and black ground pepper. I also whipped up 2 batches of pretty decent caborana pasta - pretty decent according to my friends and the parents of the host. of course they could have just being proper and dish out compliments cause i worked hard over the pasta. Ah well, if it makes me happy, I'll accept the compliments gracefully.
Wine was aplentiful. I'm drunk. 3/4 drunk at least. Lots of, lots of wine. Good wine, Good food. This is life folks, this is life. I just lack a gf. Haha. I'm supposed to be monking. Oh i forgot about chef number two. Chef number two is my friend who worked at ponderosa for 2 years. He cooked the steak i marinated and cooked his speciality, CHEESE STEAK. It rocked. believe me .. it ROCKED. Really. ahh..im sick of beef now. I'm gonna puke. And i'm sick of my own pasta. Now i know why chefs don't eat their own cooking :)
And i did something taboo. Haha.
Yum. I was chef number one. Marinated the steaks with various combinations of Red cooking wine, worchester sauce, HP steak sauce, basil leaves, bay leaves, rosemary and black ground pepper. I also whipped up 2 batches of pretty decent caborana pasta - pretty decent according to my friends and the parents of the host. of course they could have just being proper and dish out compliments cause i worked hard over the pasta. Ah well, if it makes me happy, I'll accept the compliments gracefully.
Wine was aplentiful. I'm drunk. 3/4 drunk at least. Lots of, lots of wine. Good wine, Good food. This is life folks, this is life. I just lack a gf. Haha. I'm supposed to be monking. Oh i forgot about chef number two. Chef number two is my friend who worked at ponderosa for 2 years. He cooked the steak i marinated and cooked his speciality, CHEESE STEAK. It rocked. believe me .. it ROCKED. Really. ahh..im sick of beef now. I'm gonna puke. And i'm sick of my own pasta. Now i know why chefs don't eat their own cooking :)
And i did something taboo. Haha.
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