we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Saturday, December 29, 2001
9:08 AM
okay.
back frm china and its as though stepping out frm a toilet bowl
u know those that flushes by spinning the water round and round?
yea, that sort.
china. sucks.
mountains. hills. lakes. thats all.
and to make it all the much more pleasant, my 15-day basketball-less trip was punctured by a 7-day tour of china
and everyone in the tour is like above 50 yr old.
fortunately, the tour leader is a cool funky hk xiaozheng-like guy
and on the 2nd last night of the tour, he brought his collegues and I to a china disco.
not much difference frm singapore, except that the music blaring frm speakers are chinese pop and j pop
and the girls are much more open, yes, not conservative,
its pretty much the same
spent christmas out of singapore for the 2nd time in my life
and wasn't at all pleasant.
jostled in crowds in hk, though the somewhat unique decorations compensated for it
got some cool stuff for all u guys and gals frm hk
and thanks to those who sent those sms and icq and mail greetings.
an even warmer thanks to those who sent me those cards, though that latex toy with a hole garett sent me was totally un-funny
its 1:13 am on the 30th, and i'll be playing basketball in perhaps 12 hrs time.
just pray that it doesn't rain.
oh ya, got myself a KEVIN GARNET shoe frm the airport, lying to my dad that its cheaper by $50 in the airport than at queensway, which is hopefully true.
=p
so thats one down. a bb shoe on my parents expense.
all i need to do now is to get a ball. get ink catridge. act santa. revive my archmage. resume the downloads. cut my hair, redye my hair. get a bag. go to sleep.
gd nite.
the voices in my head-
Tuesday, December 11, 2001
7:28 AM
Cat test removed. Links missing...
the voices in my head-
i've taken a few tests to relieve my boredom... and here're the results...
If I were a work of art, I would be Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory.
I am a surreal landscape composed of several disjointed and bizarre components. I like to keep an eye on the time, although the very concept is fluid for me. People are never sure what they are seeing when they look at me.
I am Matched Phrenology Busts.
I enlighten Norwegian glass bacteria with richly sponged hardwood thought processes. Four ripe metronomes ridicule my lucky castle of relief. My auspicious mercury rides level coral.
If I were a James Bond villain, I would be Francisco Scaramanga.
I enjoy good food, monopolising the world's energy supplies, and sex before assassinating people.
I am played by Christopher Lee in The Man with the Golden Gun.
the voices in my head-
Oh dammit. Just woke up 2 hours ago.
Played mahjiong for 14 hrs last night at terence's place, and eventually lost 30 cents.
HaZ... and know the cigreette smoke's stuck in my nostrils and i've got some weird block nose.
Freaking giddy too...
anyway, will be leaving for china 2 days later, be back on 29.
i'll be getting all your presents there, i wun give a shit if its original or not
=)
dun miss me~.
the voices in my head-
Wednesday, December 05, 2001
6:36 AM
Funny Humans.
We know something's wrong. We still do it.
Masturbation's wrong. Yet we do it. At the end of it, we think its disgusting.
We learn that fighting and smoking is wrong.
Yet, we still fight.
Yet, we still smoke. Only till the effects set in, then we back out hastily.
We know that persistant running would hurt a twisted ankle.
Yet we play basketball. Ignore the pain.
And it lasts even longer.
We know we're smart. We know we're capable of straight A1s if we mug.
Yet we play basketball and archmage, ignoring everything till the 11th hour.
And stretch luck to the maximum.
We are told to treasure moments that last, people that are present.
But we don't
Only when they leave, we remorse.
Funny Humans
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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