will be directing aladdin this year for a local school... so it is mandatory that i flood myself with 'a whole new world'... yes, i'm hoping that 2009 and the year of the ox will be a whole new world...
new in what ways?
i am still trying to figure out. maybe i'll just be the money-making machine that i have always been. well, it would be nice to go on the journey with someone by my side but like someone once said, 'wow! you have so many friends to take care of you.'
well, i guess someone's right... when all else fails, my circle of friends are there to cushion my fall. so do i need someone?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
shame on you bush whackers...
never been someone to thrash people so openly... but just wanted to share something i heard over bbc yesterday...
bush moved the war on terror from america to enemy soil hence the war on iraq. he was the man behind the capture of saddam. today, people condemn him and celebrate a new era BUT one day, people will forget the money wasted, the lives sacrificed. however, they will remember bush as the one man who brought down the saddam regime and fought terrorism head-on.
now, I DARE YOU BUSH WHACKERS TO DO THE SAME...
the man is no longer president. cut him some slack...
bush moved the war on terror from america to enemy soil hence the war on iraq. he was the man behind the capture of saddam. today, people condemn him and celebrate a new era BUT one day, people will forget the money wasted, the lives sacrificed. however, they will remember bush as the one man who brought down the saddam regime and fought terrorism head-on.
now, I DARE YOU BUSH WHACKERS TO DO THE SAME...
the man is no longer president. cut him some slack...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
previously...
back in 2007, i started working on a research paper. this paper never had a conclusion. the reason was simple. i didn't need the paper. it was all done in vain. i had to shelf my plans for an overseas masters.
fast forward to january 2009... i know that my dad would prefer that i not go anywhere and stay put in singapore. but the paper is more than going away for a higher education. on it, i placed my hopes and ambitions. it was meant to be a new beginning.
malcolm always asked me when we were backstage what i wanted?
so what do i want? i want to keep learning, keep writing, keep living. the purpose of an education is to fill an empty mind with an open one. there are a million thoughts racing through my mind but strangely each time i sit down in front of my research materials, peace and tranquility overwhelms me.
guess i was born a geek and meant to grow up to be a nerd... haha
fast forward to january 2009... i know that my dad would prefer that i not go anywhere and stay put in singapore. but the paper is more than going away for a higher education. on it, i placed my hopes and ambitions. it was meant to be a new beginning.
malcolm always asked me when we were backstage what i wanted?
so what do i want? i want to keep learning, keep writing, keep living. the purpose of an education is to fill an empty mind with an open one. there are a million thoughts racing through my mind but strangely each time i sit down in front of my research materials, peace and tranquility overwhelms me.
guess i was born a geek and meant to grow up to be a nerd... haha
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
idea hor?
good idea: cut down on clubbing expenses by going super early for free club entry, not drinking, driving (save on cab).
bad idea: having two hours between show and running off to buy a $350 toy
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good idea: come home early on a sunday night to spend some time chatting with the father and catching up on sleep
bad idea: staying out every day till three in the morning since wed... so my dad has not seen me for about 100 hours...
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good idea: maintain a neutral stand about everything
bad idea: hand your phone over to your friends so that they can mess around with your sms-es
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good idea: drive to work
bad idea: parking at work... my parking was a whopping 17 bucks! my heart skipped a beat
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good idea: organise a dinner for three
really good idea: pretend to be on msn or in your own world
extremely good idea: keep eating so that you don't become a lamp-post
bad idea: having two hours between show and running off to buy a $350 toy
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good idea: come home early on a sunday night to spend some time chatting with the father and catching up on sleep
bad idea: staying out every day till three in the morning since wed... so my dad has not seen me for about 100 hours...
---
good idea: maintain a neutral stand about everything
bad idea: hand your phone over to your friends so that they can mess around with your sms-es
---
good idea: drive to work
bad idea: parking at work... my parking was a whopping 17 bucks! my heart skipped a beat
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good idea: organise a dinner for three
really good idea: pretend to be on msn or in your own world
extremely good idea: keep eating so that you don't become a lamp-post
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
tough questions
in life, no one has all the answers. some questions just cannot have an answer. i present to you some tough questions. how would you answer them?
1) how's your day?
2) are we drifting apart?
3) so where do we go from here?
4) why do you love me so much?
5) are you afraid of losing me?
6) can i say no?
1) how's your day?
2) are we drifting apart?
3) so where do we go from here?
4) why do you love me so much?
5) are you afraid of losing me?
6) can i say no?
Saturday, January 3, 2009
snapshot of love... version two...
sweet
superficial
weird
haha
lol
go away
hugs
gosh
sleepy
tired
thanks
goodbye
and this is love...
superficial
weird
haha
lol
go away
hugs
gosh
sleepy
tired
thanks
goodbye
and this is love...
Thursday, January 1, 2009
long long ago...
in a land far far away, there lived a prince. this prince was not just any ordinary prince. he was the meanest, the most cruel prince ever lived. in fact, he was so full of bile that rumour had it that venom ran in his blood and his heart was made of stone.
one night, while convening with his closest group of advisors (the council he called them), a question was posed to him, 'if you had only one wish, what would it be?' he thought about it carefully. he had everything he wanted, every thing that he fancied, he could obtain with a wield of the iron spectre he held in his hand. in all earnesty, he looked them in the eye and said, 'i want to know if i still have the ability to love.'
the council could hardly believe what they heard. is this the same prince who mocked the lowly, scoff the grotesque and spits on the downtrodden? then the wisest among them spoke, 'if you want to love again, you will need a heart of flesh. a heart that beats and feels.'
'where can i find this heart of flesh?' he asked.
the council members had no answer for him. no one that night could furnish him a reply but the stone-hearted prince was not about to give up. armed with a stallion, he rode off in search of a heart of flesh.
his first stop was a village. a little hamlet tucked away by the shadow of night. a place that was far beyond the reach of his kingdom. it was a sight that he never seen. laughter, smiles, kisses, hugs. silk, satin, cotton, linen. he asked, he questioned, he inquired. where was this elusive heart of flesh? not there apparently. no one there could offer him any clue. eat, drink and be merry. that was their proclamation.
the prince then thought, perhaps a decree would hasten his search. a decree he wanted, a decree he got. like a wildfire, news went from town to town, village to village. some came with a heart of gold, others offered a beating heart. he fancied none of them.
after searching high and low, far and wide, the prince finally threw in the towel. this search has brought nothing but tears and cracks on his heart of stone. his heart cannot be replaced. he was destined to live with his heart of stone simply because only stone could resist the venom that flowed within his veins. he had failed in his quest.
like every tale, he lived happily after.
one night, while convening with his closest group of advisors (the council he called them), a question was posed to him, 'if you had only one wish, what would it be?' he thought about it carefully. he had everything he wanted, every thing that he fancied, he could obtain with a wield of the iron spectre he held in his hand. in all earnesty, he looked them in the eye and said, 'i want to know if i still have the ability to love.'
the council could hardly believe what they heard. is this the same prince who mocked the lowly, scoff the grotesque and spits on the downtrodden? then the wisest among them spoke, 'if you want to love again, you will need a heart of flesh. a heart that beats and feels.'
'where can i find this heart of flesh?' he asked.
the council members had no answer for him. no one that night could furnish him a reply but the stone-hearted prince was not about to give up. armed with a stallion, he rode off in search of a heart of flesh.
his first stop was a village. a little hamlet tucked away by the shadow of night. a place that was far beyond the reach of his kingdom. it was a sight that he never seen. laughter, smiles, kisses, hugs. silk, satin, cotton, linen. he asked, he questioned, he inquired. where was this elusive heart of flesh? not there apparently. no one there could offer him any clue. eat, drink and be merry. that was their proclamation.
the prince then thought, perhaps a decree would hasten his search. a decree he wanted, a decree he got. like a wildfire, news went from town to town, village to village. some came with a heart of gold, others offered a beating heart. he fancied none of them.
after searching high and low, far and wide, the prince finally threw in the towel. this search has brought nothing but tears and cracks on his heart of stone. his heart cannot be replaced. he was destined to live with his heart of stone simply because only stone could resist the venom that flowed within his veins. he had failed in his quest.
like every tale, he lived happily after.
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