i left my house

23-09-2009

i got out of my house with hope and excitement to the brim, slightly weight down by my 1 ton bag, 12kg to be exact.
Reached bugis library at 3pm, quickly deposited the books.

Retrieved the books after an hour.

The bus from Johore bharu to kula lumpur was bumpy. Prior to that Wilson and i were squeezed, knees to knees, shoulders to shoulders in a mini bus with 6 others. Wilson joked that this might be our ride to KL . i really hope not !

I didnt sleep a single bit for the whole 6 hours, we reached kl at 3am plus, checked into a boutique hotel which is the only 1 available for 120rm ,but we r checking out next day, pretty costly.

if i can walk on water

Majority of my classmates knew about my plans to travel after the exams, none were least interest but they share the curiosity of such journey by constantly asking me to post photos of the places i will be going.

Curiosity didnt kill the cat but it sure make the cat stupid. One of my classmate asked if i will be going to philipines. If i can walk on water or get a car to ride on the waves , why not. Obviously this person is not someone who knows much about geography.

i've come out with some guidelines that will steer me back to course in case i veered off.

1.roadside hawkers only because nothing get cheaper than that.
2.good benchmark is if the a meal is close to 2-3SGD after currency conversion,it is expensive.
3.stay away from souvenir shops.
4.dormitory
5.some dormitory has water dispenser, look out for those.

embark

on the 23rd of september 2009, i left home on a journey to reach china by land.

i've made new friends , explored off the beaten path of vietnam,met my mom in saigon , nearly got into a road accident, walk in knee-level flooded road in cambodia ,visited the ancient angkor totally drenched by the rain, ate fried bugs in bangkok, taste foul eggs with dead embryos, met a kind hearted vietnamese gal, (3 vietnamese gals in total though)

the next few entries document my journey, i didn't have much internet access while i was on the road but i kept journal entries and transferred them into digital format as soon as i got back.

updated book list

i usually keep a list of books i've read.
this is what i've gone through since january 2009

Airframe - michael crichton

http://www.amazon.com/Airframe-Michael-Crichton/dp/0963192574/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1289878667&sr=1-1

robin cook - contagion

http://www.amazon.com/Contagion-Robin-Cook/dp/0425155943/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1289878607&sr=1-1

michael critchton - prey

http://www.amazon.com/Prey-Michael-Crichton/dp/1427944024/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129635&sr=1-2


philip pan - out of mao's shadow

http://www.amazon.com/Out-Maos-Shadow-Struggle-China/dp/B0026IBXGO/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129731&sr=1-2


Joseph heath and andrew potter -Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture

http://www.amazon.com/Nation-Rebels-Counterculture-Consumer-Culture/dp/006074586X/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129799&sr=1-5


John perkin - confession of an economic hitman

http://www.amazon.com/Confessions-Economic-Hit-John-Perkins/dp/0452287081/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129981&sr=1-2


Mathew reilly - Seven Deadly Wonders: A Novel

http://www.amazon.com/Seven-Deadly-Wonders-Matthew-Reilly/dp/1416505067/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246130057&sr=1-2


Issac assimov - the complete robot

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Complete-Robot-Isaac-Asimov/dp/0586057242


David McMillan - Escape

http://www.amazon.com/Escape-Westerner-Thailands-Bangkok-Hilton/dp/9810575688/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253469088&sr=8-1

Mahathir mohammad - Malay dilemna


Sarah Langan - Virus
http://www.amazon.com/Missing-Sarah-Langan/dp/0060872918/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1267803804&sr=1-1

i dreamed of a person named Hollow Trigger last night

7th of September 2009

going home

exams have finally ended!

im not sure what's next , but one thing for sure is i will be away for at least a month.

im travelling to china overland = )

freedom

i watched braveheart for the second time since its debut in 1996, yesterday

William wallace fought for liberation and his country's sovereignty with much fervent like any other revolutionary figures in modern history , or should i say his legacy can be seen political icons like Che Guevara , mao zedong and many icons.

He would rather be tortured than swear allegiance to the king of England, his desire for liberty is greater than death.

Just before he was beheaded, he screamed with his last breath " Freedom" . This action reminded me of a classmate of mine from university .

He once told me that he treasured freedom more than any conceivable actions a human can perform in his life time, as such he rather be single and not be betrothed if his freedom would to be reciprocated for marriage.

Don't get me wrong, he is neither promiscious or a ardent fan of polygamy. He wishes to be left alone in his own world

For freedom and whatever is worth fighting for in our lives , Braveheart is a inspirational movie.

In a month's time, i will be graduating.

Finally, after several episodes of sleepless nights and exam phobia, it is gonna end.
The thought of stepping into the working work doesn't scare me abit, but the chore of interviews , saying the right stuff, making a good impression etc irks me.

Before that, i will embarking on a southeast asia trip, the whole idea is to reach china by land.
i really can't wait for that day. Though i've to admit thoughts of strange foreign land and stories of scams at cambodian/thai border scams,
did make me think twice, but nothing is going to stop me.

I shall go and i will be gone for awhile =)

someone i know once said " the world is unfair ".

But why allow your actions to make the world even more unfair.

he said " you can't change them "

but why let your actions make them bigger assholes than they already are.

Pessimists may think that if life doesn't work out for them , they continue as it is.
What selffish action or thought! Affecting others with your negative views and doings , making this place more undesirable as it is .

They have have absolutely no right ! Everyone has an equal opportunity, however if a person does not use that opportunity , does that mean someone else has more.



on a lighter side, here's something we can laugh about = ) smile

book list

i usually keep a list of books i've read.
this is what i've gone through since january 2009

michael critchton - prey

http://www.amazon.com/Prey-Michael-Crichton/dp/1427944024/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129635&sr=1-2


philip pan - out of mao's shadow

http://www.amazon.com/Out-Maos-Shadow-Struggle-China/dp/B0026IBXGO/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129731&sr=1-2

Joseph heath and andrew potter -Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture (Paperback)

http://www.amazon.com/Nation-Rebels-Counterculture-Consumer-Culture/dp/006074586X/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129799&sr=1-5

John perkin - confession of an economic hitman

http://www.amazon.com/Confessions-Economic-Hit-John-Perkins/dp/0452287081/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246129981&sr=1-2

Mathew reilly - Seven Deadly Wonders: A Novel

http://www.amazon.com/Seven-Deadly-Wonders-Matthew-Reilly/dp/1416505067/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1246130057&sr=1-2

Issac assimov - the complete robot

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Complete-Robot-Isaac-Asimov/dp/0586057242

Brent Ruyon -Surface Tension: A Novel in Four Summers

http://www.amazon.com/Surface-Tension-Novel-Four-Summers/dp/0375844465/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1284884918&sr=1-1

i try to read at least a novel per month, if you come across this blog , i would like to exchange book lists or recommendations. i've a vast collection of novels, will shall list them some-time soon

fugitive

last night i had a strange dream.

i was a fugitive , the settings seems to resemble USA , i was running away from the police , there's a guy who's accompanying me , however i never address him by his name, he doesn't talk much but listened to my instructions obediently.

i told him that we should go against the flow of traffic while walking along the road, so if the police car would to chase us, we will run the oppposite direction they are coming.

We came across a pet shop that sells miniature cows , cows the size of poodles. They are rather cute. Then my accomplice disappeared, i walked into a convenient store to get a can of drink , i fumbled with my wallet to make payment .

A loud voice hailed from behind " you there, the man in green shirt, there are some people here wanting to talk to you ".

I turned around to see a tall man ,roughly in his 40s, with short hair and deep eye sockets, pointed to the alley around the corner.

My thought were running wild, im sure it must be the police, should i run ?

Then i woke up and everything is back to normal.

old

old blog

http://veganhoe.multiply.com/

scar

i've taken an affinity towards suicide notes , on my study on anthropology , i observed that mankind wants to remembered in one way on another ; photographs, mementos , souvenirs, the nature that our mind stores vast collection of memories shows and possibly proves that remembrance is omnipotent in us.

Like kurt cobain once wrote "it's better to burn out than fade away ", these famous words left a mark of saying why "die" slowly, allow your image / fame to degenerate gradually.

Leaving with a big bang , or combust quickly leaves an imprint that is difficult to forget.

i
http://www.pwc.k12.nf.ca/PROJECTS/ethical_issues/suicidenotes.htm

a new life

"new life, new life, there is going to be new life "

as easter approaches , new life begins.

i wish to embark on one as well.
ive been feeling uncomfortable in my skin, there's so much animosity that i don't even know myself these days.

on a occasion i am bright and cheerful, on the other i hate your guts ! , yes i hate everything you did, i hate everything people do.

i would stare into blank space and suddenly , a level of anger forms and rises to my head, then i start thinking about the shitty things you've done.

i wanna get out of my skin badly, i really don't know what have i become of who i am anymore.

i've developed phobia of many things, i over analyzed before i make a step.

am i fighting my inner demons? A few weeks ago, i felt that i've hated so much i've become a person that people shunt , i asked my classmates what do they feel about me ?
Their opinons were not even close to what i expect, to them i am still who i am.

i could be doing or saying something, a minuter later i would hate those actions and words that i uttered , i would make mental notes to never to do those again.
But why do i get these ideas ? what could have motivated that?

i'm not bitter about the past either, perhaps i need something impactful, like a spark right now, to get it going.

exams are starting this friday, then a new term begins, i will graduate. i wanna get out here for awhile. The faces i see are getting stranger , less friendly which makes me go into a lapse of hatred.

i wanna learn how to love again, i wanna feel myself again

"Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist. "
Karen Horney

sunday, 12 april 2009 5.22pm

the mourning after

Beary died last night.

It was unexpected, most deaths are.

The family was eating at a coffeeshop near the house,i brought beary along,seeing that he's pitiful; always been left alone.

He was sitting perfectly fine,then he leaped off the chair and made for the road. The lorry was driving too fast to spot him, Beary dashed underneath the speeding lorry and was ran over.

I ran to him immediately, he was howling terribly in pain.Carried him, calmed him, repeatedly told him and myself that everything was ok.

My older brother was just behind ,he acted fast, called my mom who's at home.

Im sure he cared about beary though many times he couldn't be bothered to touch him, my brother grew impatiently,pacing up and down.

Beary's heart was beating fast,i was hopeful that hes gonna survive anyway he has cheated death before.Nothing morbid is gonna creep into my head, not that night.

Moments later, his heart stopped. I cried hysterically and ran toward terence(my older brother) knowing that he's gone.He died in my arms.

My mom drove here, all too late.I decided to head for home, its my duty to bury him.

My dad, as usual was insensitive, shouted at me that it was my fault.I know it wasnt.

He's a coward,always the first to judge and push blames/responsibilities.

Awhile ago I was thinking, why does it have to this way?Why did he have to died at the presence of the family,was his time up?

I shan't exalt Beary,it has been done preceding his death.Now i wish to remember the times we had.

http://veganhoe.multiply.com/journal/item/19

http://veganhoe.multiply.com/journal/item/9

To all animal-lovers who have experienced death of a pet,i know how you feel.

Theres a place connected to heaven,its called the Rainbow bridge, where all animals especially those who were dearly missed and loved.......We will meet again.

http://www.indigo.org/rainbowbridge_ver2.html

http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/rainbowb.htm

To my little guy, you'll always be loved and missed.

I hope to see you by the rainbow bridge one day.

Aug 11, '05 8:52 AM

Anti

Mutiny - Insurgent - Outlaw - Infidel - Renegade - Rebel - Traitor

Treason - Unorthodox - Impious - Heresy - Insolent - Defiant - Dissent - Contumacious

Jul 19, '05 5:38 AM

dormant

A great opportunity appears once in a life-time,

surely there's a first time for everything.

What country calls her people who wish to progress overseas, quitters.

Is progression ever wrong? why do we learn and study till we cant?

What's a home that agonizes its obedient and tired occupants, contradicts and thwarts creative growth and ideas.

Its a sad,demanding society we live in. Will it be another generations of angry,silent-protesters..

When is boiling point. When will you have the key to the exit.

Jun 21, '05 8:08 AM

part 2

Shortly later , I was enrolled in Assumption English School (AES*).

AES* is really run-down even at that time, but it brought golden memories. There was an animal farm which housed the rabbits I donated and tons of fish and hamsters.

Behind the school was a cemetery, beside it was a chapel where mass were held fortnightly. (AES* is catholic school for those who don’t know)

Every morning, my mom would make ham/cheese sandwich for me and my elder brother

Then ,I have a habit of disposing the painstakingly-made (Many years later ,during lunch I confessed to my mom I never once finished eating the sandwich she made, and she was like “no wonder every time I go to the market ,I come across something rotten yet familiar , at the roadside.) sandwich just as I board the school-bus.

At the main road along the pedestrian foot path, that’s where I would throw the sandwich.

Later on in life, nobody (not even me) would expect ham & melted cheese sandwich to be one of my favorite snacks.

Ah, irony in life….

At the end of primary 2, my dad announced to the family that we will be moving to somewhere, I didn’t ask why (I hardly asked questions, not till I became a teen).

Months later (1990), we moved to upper serangoon / yio chu kang which I'm currently staying.

I was enrolled in another catholic school (why not, we are a catholic family) , St Gabriel’s Primary. I didn’t quite like that school however I’m grateful that later on I was educated in St Gabriel’s Secondary.

I was pretty much an outcast and loser in secondary school (or rather in my teen years).

Majority of the former primary students would enroll in the affiliated secondary school.

Having known them prior to secondary education, makes adapting to the new environment a lot easier,. Unfortunately it also meant that there wasn’t much chance for me to start anew.

Though I talked a lot and try to be friends with everybody I didn’t fit or was invited to any posse / group.

I was always picked last in football/basketball or any sports during P.E…I remembered being picked last in a canoe expedition , nobody wanted to be in the same vessel as me , I felt miserable, I lied to the teacher that I don’t want to take part in it, he then paired me with a kid from another school. He seemed to me like a fellow-loser as well.

(Even in my pursue of education in polytechnic , I was chosen last for group projects.I hated that , I guess it’s fine because before enlistment in national service I realized that I'm no team player or leader. I’ve never liked rules , boundaries...And much to that , I developed an interest in anti-establishment , anarchic views and concepts.)

By the time I turn 16,I'm accustomed to being alone ( I finally found solace in libraries and churches when I'm 21.)

When I was in secondary 3 , I met Marvin , who digs punk rock as much as I do.

After school, we would hang out in mine or his house , listening to music cassettes.

We would talk about which band influenced another and who’s cool and stuff.

One day, he asked if I wanna pick up skateboarding .i was elated and anxious. I’ve been thinking of skating for a long time but I don’t have anyone to skate with. Now it’s my chance to fit in or be accepted.( my first encounter with extreme sport was on a way to swimming classes, I often seen kids older than me riding bmxs in a ramp in front of the swimming complex.)

I got into skateboarding pretty much just like that , I skated everyday after school.

My mom , didn’t like what I was doing. She doesn’t understand (till now she still doesn’t) why would anybody wanna jump off a flights of stairs with a board, risk breaking every imaginable bone in the body, paying $100+ for a pair of skate shoes which the manufacturer claims it made solely for skateboarding but could barely last for more than 6 months.

In fact she was mainly upset because she thought I was made for golf , you see , I played golf at the age of 10. It was an entirely sport or not-so-common sport at that time, honestly I love it and I was not bad at it ; able to aim and strike golf balls to a distance for 100+ meter, that’s excellent for a kid at that age.

It was challenging , knowing that you’ve gotta get da ball into the whole with less strokes as possible, what can be more challenging that that? (well , skateboarding.)

Back then,skateboarding was an alternative, outlawed, alien sport (till now it’s still is, albeit its popularity and widespread with ESPN, video game , tony hawk).

It didn’t matter that Marvin and i and a few kids were shunned by basketball players, footballers because of skateboarding. We have our posse , and that matters the most.

By the time O levels are over , most would have grown up or growing up. Leaving their shackles , exploring/threading into new territories.

Marvin left, he found drums n bass(which was new at that time too, Subvert and Guerrillas didn’t exist yet) . Nicholas was no where to be found ,he moved out of my neighborhood.

That didn’t stop my passion for skateboarding, I got into polytechnic shortly , befriend a fellow skater who brought me to memorial tower and raffles place. It was then , skateboarding took off for me and it lead to a whole bunch of debauchery ( peeing in the public , theft , grievous harm to my body ß I tore an ACL in my right knee twice and dislocated my elbow ,etc.)

As much as I’m proud to ride a board , i get devious when its comes to introduction to a new person. When one (a person belong to the general public) ask what do I during weekends or what sport do I play, I would love to tell he/her I get all dirty,sweaty, injuries from skateboarding and very often evading arrest from the cops but I find it wiser or less embarrassing to say something or lie that I do some normal, main streamed , more accepted activity like soccer and stuff.

I remember an occasion which the opposite sex said “Isn’t it meant for kids? “ in response me being a skateboarder.(I was 19-20 then)

At the same time , skateboarding did stir up some controversies and mystery.

A classmate of mine, back in polytechnic thinks that I perform self-mutilation , because I often go to class on Monday with cuts, grazes and bruises from a weekend of menace.

After a knee surgery at 21 , I mellowed a lot . I swear never to jump down any stairs bigger than 4 steps. I decided to be more technical like flips to grinds n slides....or maybe watch let my board sit underneath my ass while i torment my friends who are skating by bugging them to sit with me

Jun 1, '05 4:48 AM

Die happy, Happy dying, Dying happy

You know how some songs put a smile to your face.

It probably brought back memories or it's just the tune.

Occasionally i've the desire to be knocked by a speeding car while listening to that particular song.I hope the pain doesn't stay for long and neither do i wanna be paralyze.

That one of of ways i want to die ; die happy.

But it wouldn't be dying, would it . To me its ready to end this life, moving-on to the other side.

May 7, '05 3:39 PM

He

i just got home an hour ago, something grabbed my ankle.

It was dark, i cant see anything. i felt something clambering around my ankle, it turned out to be Beary, he's so happy when he sees me, he wags his tail and prance around, well, the feeling is mutual.

It pains me to think that one day he will leave, its a really selfish thought (because death brings life. Life brings death, its nature's way of preventing overcrowding, i suppose and because a life gets replaced by another ; there will be changes, thus progression, which is good).

Beary waits for me all the time.

When I'm in the kitchen, which is out of bounds to him. He will wait for me patiently by the entrance. If i take kinda long, he falls asleep, however that doesn't mean i could walk out of kitchen without waking him up. He's a light-sleeper, like me.

He waits for me in my room when I'm in the toilet,(the toilet is in my room, its also out of bounds to him) .

He waits.

When I'm at da gate, he would be waiting by the main door. When i walk down the stairs he will be waiting at the foot of it, wagging his tail as usual.

Im not looking forward to the day he doesn't wait for me.

Was it because i took too long ?

Beary, beary.

Apr 30, '05 4:47 PM

incomplete by bad religion

mother, father, look at your little monster,
I'm a hero, I'm a zero,
I'm the butt of the worst joke in history,
I'm a lock without a key,
a city with no door, a prayer without faith,
a show without a score,
I'm a bad word, a wink, a nod, a shiver,
an untold story, sex without purity,
a creeping gray memory,
I am incomplete.

doctor, cure me; what is the cause of my condition,
this madness shoots me,
like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie,
I'm a trap without a spring,
a temple with no god,
a jack without an ace,
the tip of your tongue,
I'm a promise, an unmailed letter,
an unbuilt motor, deck without a joker,
a creeping gray memory
I am incomplete

tell Saint Peter not to bet on me,
I got a naked obsession,
a good intention gone bad,

farewell to beloved "friends"

Just a week ago, i had my tongue pierced.

i was stoked!

Another metal-element collection to the existing one in my knee which i receive from a surgery.

When i got home, i did some post-piercing research (this is a huge NO-NO to those who intend to get body mods, please research before action),

The aftercare was nothing much, besides tongue piercing is one of the safest body mods around, forget about urban myths which you heard from a friend of a friend about someone who had profuse bleeding.

I was horrified by the risks involved in tongue piercings, as painful as it looks, being impaled in the tongue is nothing more than a pinch on your elbow.

After reading an article on the risks involved in the long-run,

i was thinking "haa, just another urban myth,probably it happened to minorities..."

I was pretty sure it wont happen,but the paranoid side of me gets me all da time.5 days later i checked my gums in mirror. Well you know what ? My gums have receded , exposing part of the teeth roots. According to a medical journal and dentists, elderly suffered from gum recession which could lead to teeth decay.

It was a tough decision , to remove them or not. After a few days of deep thought, I'm sure i dont wanna suffer premature tooth decay.i guess my body wasnt made for this particular modification.I have friends who had tongue piercings for year and have no complains at all.

Or is it that they didn't check out their gums in the mirror?

I'm sure the truth could be shocking.

A week of damage has done quite alot on my gums , i cannot imagine how its gonna be in 5 years.

I hate to have them removed, i loved them alot.i dont wanna lose my teeth either.Its a saddening choice ,but a smart one.

Au revoir tongue studs !

http://www.molokosynthemesc.com/risks.exe?cmd=risk&whichone=Bone+erosion+from+jewelry

http://www.molokosynthemesc.com/risks.exe?cmd=risk&whichone=Gum+Recession

Mar 30, '05 9:23 AM

screw the media, this is propaganda

Todays straits times (09-03-2005) front page ran an article on Sheena.

According to the newspapers , Sheena is a pitiful kindergarten kid who's body was found along with her mom and brother's corpses when the police busted their house, after her dad jumped to his death at the corridor.

The teacher from school claimed that Sheena was a good student in class and blah blah.
Well did you actually believe that?
Come on, would a person speak ill of a deceased.
Anyways if the teacher did talk shit about Sheen, it would be censored and edited.

There was little or no coverage of her mom, besides an occasion which she threaten to divorced her husband.

Did Sheena die alone? Hell no. So why the front paper? Why focus the attention on her?

In every country, the media is biased. Troops of partisan journalists/reports spreading rumors of celebrities, creating strings of urban legends, misleading one-sided articles thus causing paranoia, confusion and destroying people's lives.

A very good example is the trial of Charles Manson.
"Manson Family" was often used and seen in the papers when an article of his trial/life was published.
Actually, "Manson Family" consisted just his cult members.

They have no paternal or biological relations to Charles.
That concocted term got everybody thinking that he's evil enough to coax his family to commit murder.

If the press company's head favors a certain political party, that particular guy who's running for election is gonna have a high chance of winning.
His works of charity, stature of determination and how a role model father/citizen he is will be published and televised
In reality, he could be the most inept, unscrupulous and indolent person in the congress.
But if you're not in their good books, you can jolly watch your life been destroyed in the new-papers.

This brings a thought, perhaps celebrities pay paparazzi good money to fabricate, publish and air dirty linen.
After all, any publicity is good publicity.

I oughta watch my ass. Who knows , tomorrow's papers might feature my so called life.

Mar 9, '05 8:22 AM

boys in blue

boys in blue , boys in blue
watcha gonna do when they come for you?

Mar 4, '05 2:03 PM

early years

i was born on the 10th of september 1981.
I could hardly recall my childhood however i have recorded down as much as i can.

i remembered staying in Woodlands till primary 2, which my dad came home one day, told me and my older brother that we are moving.It was abrupt and strange, till this day i never knew why.

ive never explored my neighborhood except the corridors shared with my neighbors back then.There were 2 malay kids staying opposite my unit, they were probably the coolest bunch of kids ive met, i would like to know where are they now though.

It was then and them whom i got to know about circumcision, not that I'm intrigued about it ,being a kid less than the age of 10.i was curious.
1 day as usual we would play outside along the corridor, making a hell lot of noises.My older brother(terence) and i do not own any bicycles, strangely ive never requested one from my parents as much as i'd like to have one.
The malay kids were no where to be found, as they were always around in the noon.The 2 of us climbed , peered through their windows , found out they were watching tv.

They came out of their house, dressed in t shirts and sarong which they were never in, every time we played. Explained that they were pretty much in pain between their legs.

There was an occasion, the elder among the 2 malay kids gestured 3 of us to lie down on the stairs, then he would release his tricycle which will rumble down.It was fun, it was my close brush with almost defying stunts.It will be long till i get into something more risky ( skateboarding)

to be continued................

Mar 3, '05 12:15 PM

death to acronyms & abbreviations

How often have you gotten confuse or misled by
acronyms?

Sk, do you whats that? well i dont, till someone told me.
Well you see i was chatting with this person online and i was like "where do you stay? "
she/he replied "sk" . (what the hell is that?)
she/he enlightened me " it's sengkang " . what ? Is that legalized?

Sometime ago, i was skating with my usual pals when a couple of them asked if we wanna go to "YP" .I racked my brains,
thinking what could that be..

It turned
out to be something less complex than what i came up.
YP= youth park , man they oughta be decapitated.

My younger brother used to say "hey can i use the com?"
It totally irritates me, i know he was refering to the computer but in computer terms "com" mean communication port ,thus com port 1 ,com port 2 and so on.I corrected him,made sure he never say "Com" again unless he's refering to com port 1.

In general, shortforms and abbreviations are fine as long as it's internationally used. E.g PC ,everybody knows whats that.
And who can forget the infamous KKK and the most commonly used ASAP,AKA.

By the way , whenever i hear someone say "suntec" or "taka" , that pisses me off.Why cant the particular person say suntec city or takashimaya.Is it that difficult ?

The fact that people come up with all sort of abbreviations that
were first used among their
their posse makes it ambiguous to the public.

So next time say "PC" or computer instead of "Com" !

Feb 20, '05 8:09 AM

my little guy

Honestly i didnt like beary when he was first brought to our household.

I thought of him as ugly and disgusting.Ive no intention of touchin him at all.There was even once i loaded my air gun wif pellets and fired at him together wif my younger bro.i was really an ass.

You see ive never liked smaller dogs.They are wimpy tiny creatures that dont deserve my attention.

But during my painful days in NS, i grew to love him. He was always there, esp on those lonely weekends, Beary would be there! i would bring him out for walks almost everyday.He and me would explore the neighbourhood.Very often he gets nice comments on his beautiful fur and pats from strangers= )

Then Oreo(a golden retriever) came into my life,Beary was rather territorial, i love both of them, i dun practice favouritism. Oreo got into trouble for a while, my parents didnt believe in second-chance,esp my mom.So he was returned to his previous owner.

Anyway, back to Beary....

This little buddy of mine is a really shy creature,those pictures of him are so rare and hard to snap.He hides underneath the table at the sight of a camera.He's under-rated, i believe this journal about him oughta be typed ages ago.Gotta pay him his dues, aint it?

Beary's very obedient and intelligent.But be sure he marks his territory ; ) Humpee and Snoopy(a beagle which i had for awhile) were Beary's best pals, they chased the rabbits whenever they are bored.

Every evening my younger bro n i would walk them to da playground near our house n "torture" them by pushing them down da slides, nah they love it. So put down the phone as this instance, theres no need to call SPCA to report animal abuse = )

My mom dislikes dogs while i love them to bits.

It worries me that all living things come to a halt someday, i would be so depressed when da day Beary has to go. It would be worst if i go first , he will be so alone cos nobody in the family takes care of him.

Ive read an article on the papers about a german shepard whom waited for its owner outside the hospital, not knowing that he died from an operation a year ago.How saddening...

I dun wanna think about how beary is gonna be when im gone, but i would like to clone him if da technology is available here.Becos theres only 1 Beary and i dun want any other dog.

Bearys older than me but he will always be my puppy. im very protective over him too, sometimes i rush home just to be sure he's fine = )

fallen from grace

About 2 hours ago, i was eating alone.
I heard a voice,it was from my business partner aka my dad.

"Check out the website.what do u think of it?"

"wow thats cool ! " i exclaimed,then i felt a change in feelings.
"Dad why dont you take a break? go play golf or something. im really disappointed , we've been working like dogs yet no harvest fruits.Go take a break you know, i feel so discouraged "

My dad(boss) was really patient, he explained to me that things are going fine, besides we started at the wrong time of da year, we kicked off in xmas and now new year's eve.everybodys in a holiday mood, besides i like what im doing.i will play golf tomorrow"

Very often i fall and ive no intention of standing up, ive been in this hole long enough not to wish for a ladder or help from external sources.

Im glad that my boss isnt some ass who would disclose everything.Anyway setting up a business isnt easy like ABC and im still in the learning process, i shall have an empire in the future .

Godspeed ahead.

www.nanosys.bravehost.com <-- i think he has done a great job.

Dec 31, '04 6:43 AM

Money, everybody loves them.
Some would kill for it,rob or even betraying one's conscience.
But many work for it.
While some choose to eat bugs,marooned on an island with 20 over individuals who are after some dineros as well.

It buys us moments of happiness, for some lucky few it's an eternity.
USA has it printed in green,most countries currency have important/past political leaders printed on it.Singapore's dollar note are printed in many colors.

But what is a value of money these days?Is $1 still a dollar? or its just worth a can of cola.

As time changes,economic grows.Value of money depreciates hastily.No longer will the plate of chicken rice be $3,while in the past it was a mere $1.50,$2.

Money is everywhere.In the bank,in your wallet.Occasionally at place where it's least spotted.i once found $2 under a bridge.

Its presence felt, everywhere.
Besides the people who work in the mint, does anybody actually know where and how it's printed ?

Alot say,its printed using huge and heavy stamps.Ive heard people sayin its etched on special paper with a laser beam.

Money isn't a living thing.But it talks.
If you give $10 to the needy,it says " i care.this $10 will buy you meals for a few days "

A $100 note is given to a charity would say "I could do more than buyin you meals.maybe even insulin shots"

Money does good,but people do evil to get it.

Next time when you spend those filthy lucre.
Give a thought to what it can buy for the less fortunate and please find out how it's printed and where is the machinery available ! Cos i need to know.Lol

error is a programmer's nightmare

it's been eons since i blogged, i've been caught with school work, predominately ASP.net assignments.

i don't detest programming ,however it is short deadlines that i wish it never existed.

Tonight i've this odd feeling that i've been a jerk, i really dont know if i've been one to my classmates ,family members or even strangers. If i am, i'm really sorry.

i wish

I wish the day would last longer than nights.
I wish my life isn't like this.
I wish you weren't so far away.
I wish i was happy.
I wish , i wish

4th dec 2004

he's gone like the wind

one day i got home,as usual i would call for my dogs (humpee and beary) . Only one came."humpee ! humpee! " i panicked.

Still he didnt appear.i began to worry.

Then my mom appeared , i asked her where humpee is.
She replied "SPCA took him ".
Man, how could she! how could they! i miss him terribly..i feel so alone.Having beary around is good,but humpee makes it twice the fun.

I woke up one morning to find a jack rusell at da garden..
he was chained to the bench with no food or water.Who could be so cruel!? immediately i released him from the clutches of doom,he and beary were frolicking in the sun. they look happy.They made me happy.
I decided to name him humpee,he reminds me of humpty dumpty.Both are equally clumsy and cute.

I grew fond of him.Humpee and beary would chase the rabbits.K9 Twin terror!
Very often, my younger bro and i would bring the dogs to da playground at a park in da vicinty.
There,we had fun.we would push da dogs down the slides at da playground.they liked it:)

i found out that it was my idiotic older bro who found humpee a month ago,he brought it home. My mom told him to call da SPCA to take humpee anyway.

I protest,but to no avail.They were deteremined to get rid of my furry friend.
Im very sure humpee will be happy here,furthermore if nobody adopts him within a certain period of time.he will be terminated ! : (

Any living thing deserve to live.Especially the animals at SPCA,they deserve a home.

Humpee,where-ever you are,i miss you.You filled the holes in my life.

1st dec 2004

insomnia

13 oct 2004

Music is the only sound floating through the darkness.
"Ive been such a fool , but i played it so cool.No more pain, no more taint..."
The itching in my head is expanding.Concepts and possibilities are everywhere.Feelings are taking on less importance and weight is dropping from my being.Thoughts becomes crystal clear in the still of the night.

I cant sleep tonight. i cant sleep most nights.There are too many things i want to do , and i cant stop thinking about them.I cant seem to shut myself up.

How can i sleep when i know people are doing things right now?Working on a construction site,installing pipes,guards doing their patrols,Kids from the other side of the globe playing football.A husband,father just got back from work who cant wait to tell his family about this promotion.You name it..

Things that are creative , helpful-changing the world for the better ,adding or depositing to the overdrawn bank account of the human spirit.
But most importantly some people are skateboarding right now,in the middle of the night,while i sit on the roof staring at the stars.

Those who tap the energy needed to skateboard at night will be rewarded with extrasensory sensations that come with an open mind and limited light.The thrill and purity of purpose is undiluted.

Sometimes not sleeping isn't so bad.Nothing ever seems the same in the morning.

-excerpt from my journal
14th of October 1999

lost and found

i wrote this in 2002,while i was recuperating from a knee operation,i was distraught.i thought i would never get to skate again.

i was eating dinner in the kitchena moment ago and the thought of making this ink and paper entity live forever came into my head.so here it is,it's life extended by many years.

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i have lived just to ride on you,
you are like air to me ,essential,
yet you're artificial.
Joy,laughter and tears,
these are some of the harvest.

i gave up worldy things for you.
In return i was made a king.
A kingdom, of ledges and curbs.
Those jagged and ridged edges are emblems of my reign
Euphoria...
I hone in supremacy!
As dark knights come , like cowards other kings and i ran.
But in another time, another world, we know we dominate.

A moment ago,you are my everything.
Now , are you something?
You gave me nothing but broken bones and a broken heart.

Like drugs, i'm onto you.
And like fire ,you burnt me bad.
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3rd oct 2004

rollercoasters

i was watching tv and this ad featuring rollercoasters came on during the interval,not that it was advertising rollercoasters..
anyway i miss been on a rollercoaster,its been years since i last clamber on to one.
i was at disneyworld and this hotel called "new york new york" at Las vegas many years ago,they had really awesome rollercoasters that guarantee to make one puke.
These giants toys arent cheap but if ive da money and land..i will get one that snakes around my huge house: )

29 sept 2004

the day a blog was born

im your father,You(blog) and i are gonna have many grec years ahead. ok,look at this before doing anything else e.g touching yourself,pay bills,eat a booger or whatsoever fuck.

29 sept 2004

D	Dirty
E	Extreme
R	Responsible
R	Relaxed
I	Important
C	Clumsy
K	Keen

name acronym
http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php

to a new begining

i will be importing entries from my old blog laboriously , the next few entries will be from the old blog.

http://veganhoe.multiply.com/journal

the beginning

i stayed in highland walk ,kovan for 17 year till i moved to seletar hills.
Highland walk holds many fond memories i would never trade anything for .

if i've a time machine , i would relive those moments and if it's possible, secure a place there permanently