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Wednesday, July 08, 2009
9:57 PM

Fifty

walking down millenia for lunch today with a colleague, we were tailing this strangely beautiful lady. i think it was the dress she donned, a myriad of bright colours splashed all over.

much like what the aunties put on when haggling at the wet market, but this lady was able to pull it off. a tad too tall, she stood half a head shorter with her shiny heels on. and then suddenly, a blue note of fifty fluttered from her purse.

she bent over. i wished.

instead, she halted in her tracks and her carbonated eyes followed the note. which i picked up.

"finders' keepers."

she was stunned. but even then, she was pretty. probably the 2nd prettiest in the world. and so it was for five seconds, and then the spark in her eyes started to gleam dangerously.

hastily. "i'm joking."

"and i'm crystalle," with a smile, before snatching the blue fifty and skipping off.

it was, of course, the highlight of my day. but when i related this to the prettiest girl in the world, my girlfriend. she wasn't quite pleased.

the voices in my head-

Friday, June 19, 2009
7:44 PM

24

you know these questions we ask.
where do we start. which career is right. how's the progression. what is my direction in life. principles. morals. ethics. how do we love.

never once had i heard two concur. why then, do we ask. the assaurance that we're doing the right thing i would suppose?
silly isn't it. to seek assurance from another, vastly different from yourself and the rest of the world. just like how you are. the blind leading the blind.

and as i turned 24 last night, i pondered such questions again. why why why. and i realised, sometimes we spend more time thinking such whys than putting ourselves on the line. it is after all easier to think than act.

i wished a wish of faith hope and happiness. and as i glanced leftways, i just know. all that remains is when and how.

the voices in my head-

Sunday, May 31, 2009
1:01 AM

I

i sought to write a story about a boy and his pets, but with age comes maturity. and yes, the story didn't quite take flight.

i learnt that it doesn't pay to change another, especially if it were the embryonic form which drew the heart. yet, the lesson ain't learnt well.

i learn now that i need change, because my quiescence ain't tranquility. but a state of boredom. yet, there is this equation that needs to be delicately balanced, because over-the-top as mr spellman says would lead to a repeat of history while none-at-work would have a little bit of me die each day.

i realised, that each paragraph begins with, i.

the voices in my head-

Monday, May 11, 2009
7:07 PM

Perspectives

on random strangers knowing, so much.
saturday was a gentle reminder on how our pasts could catch up with us. from a retrospective viewpoint.

on He knowing all, and more.
sunday was that same reminder, the little paths we walk today would affect our humble tomorrows. this time, a prospective angle.

retrospective. prospective. it is a matter of perspectives ain't it.

the voices in my head-

Friday, April 24, 2009
1:14 AM

Les Miz

Gavroche, the unloved son. lived on his own, a street urchin of sorts.
92-01

Enjolras, king of the revolutionary students.
02-03

Thénardier, master of the house, the corrupt innkeeper ethics of naught.
04-06

Javert, the obsessive inspector governed by his morals, who continuously hunts, tracks down, and loses. strived to excel, poised for failure.
06-09

when would i, be Jean Valjean.

the voices in my head-

Thursday, April 16, 2009
10:26 PM

Life of a Perfectionist

there is so much at stake here. i can't screw it up, any of it.

the voices in my head-

Friday, April 10, 2009
12:15 PM

Bond

i read an article on scholarship bonds, and how it is immoral to break such bonds. so what if one had money to compensate, the article commented. a scholarship bond is representative of more than money, it is an opportunity that could have been presented to someone else if one had not taken it up in the first place.

but truly, in the crude spirit of meritocracy, doesn't the individual under a scholarship have the right to break it. after all, he deserved the scholarship on merit - and at the juncture of decision-making, chose the route that suited him best.

what then, about acceptance of an internship. while still going on other interviews.

it is, a troubling issue. the balance of excellence and morals.

the voices in my head-

Wednesday, April 01, 2009
9:11 PM

Tuition

four years ago, i was bent double over the classifieds. ringing up every agency there was. spamming my name and contact for a desperate bid for students.

these days, i have the luxury of choice. and i am old enough to differentiate the illusion of alternatives and the luxury of options. i do have the luxury, raking twice the market rate.

perhaps this is what randy pausch meant by having something brought to the table.
alas, i grow. and tuition is but a little milestone on the great journey. tuition. passe. dowdy. history.

today, i met with an old friend. a mentor. perhaps she would align my life upon a new direction. a new waypoint. irony for such serious matters on the day for pranks.

the voices in my head-

Friday, March 20, 2009
1:39 PM

Give

money. effort. time.
it was interesting to learn today that what we give to, is dependent on what we're living for.

more interestingly. what we are giving to, determines what we are living for.

it was disturbing. the same way it disturbs a little child when he goes for his weekly piano class. a fierce ratty teacher who raps his fingers each time the wrist ain't arched. yet in retrospect, it is such teachers who teach best.

the voices in my head-

Saturday, March 14, 2009
11:17 PM

Project Dynamics

it was infuriating. how on earth could anyone think this way?
one might as well have asked me to adumbrate the death of the cow from a bee sting 3002 days ago.

but i realized. it is such individuals, vastly different from myself. who teach me the most.

the voices in my head-

Wednesday, March 11, 2009
10:40 PM

Metal

i nearly died today. bukit timah road, just down national JC.
an accident between a lorry and a van happened two metres away from me and i saw shards of flying metal in my rear view mirror.

half a second slower and pieces of the flying metal would have been flying into my car. a strange coincidence i should have the windows wound down this morning, as i was busy chasing out one very fat mosquito.

i now know what is exactly meant by a "sick crunching sound of metal".
yet bizarre as it sounds, the first thought from escaping the clutches of death was how i would have looked with a piece of metal jutting out of my forehead.

the voices in my head-

Wednesday, February 25, 2009
12:58 PM

Case Solving

i learnt today that not all things are meant to be perfect.

but that be damned.
things have to be perfect. because we win only if they are perfect.
the only reason we can win when they ain't perfect, is when others make a mistake.

and i hate, to have my destiny lie in the hands of others.

the voices in my head-

Monday, February 23, 2009
1:11 PM

Copenhagen

Denmark Dance

i danced the folk dance of Denmark today, a curious experience.
i quite like the tippytitap.

Princess Marie

i dined with the Princess of Denmark yesterday, a furious experience.
i very much prefer my very own princess, who draws me silly cartoons on dining with other princesses.
My Princess

the voices in my head-

Thursday, February 05, 2009
1:24 AM

Rest

it is funny how tear means two things.
and, it is funny how ankle rhymes with anger.

the voices in my head-

Thursday, January 22, 2009
6:24 AM

Jordon

my body could stand the crutches but my mind couldn’t stand the sideline.

the voices in my head-