The narcissist speaks.

Long timeeee no photos!

Buddies :)

Abit blur leh this shot.
But nairmind lah, yandao can already.

Wheeeeeee!

How nice it is to just sit around at home.

To laze around.
And while the time away.

Without a hoot about school.
Work.
Or any other randomcrap that has the remote potential to disrupt the serenity one can derive by simply doing nothing.

Ah.
But I am getting awfully poetic.

The news these days have got me really cracking up.

Case in point:



http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/SE%2BAsia/Story/STIStory_431428.html

Really. First of all, what is the intent of making such comments? Is it to 'patent' your country's food to the extent that you want others to pay copyright fees for producing 'your' aboriginal cuisine? Is it to protect your country's cultural integrity?

SO FUCKING WHAT?

Declare lor. Is that going to earn you patent rights if other countries carry on producing your supposed, indigenised food?

Oh really. I am simply going to stop selling my Bak Kut Teh because it does not orginate from here.

Come on. Please understand that YOU are a fucking public figure, HENCE your social standing would entail that whatever you SAY or DO will be under close scrutiny. By default, you'll have to watch your back every now and then because such comments, when broadcast will make people chortle their butts off and throw eggs at you because you are wasting taxpayers' money by focusing on inconsequential efforts to improve your country's economical prospects.

Fucking bor liao.
And my threshold for human stupidity has dipped an all time low.



I feel so much better getting that out of my head =)

Was having a casual chat with Quek the other day on the differences in our generations.
He lamented that some of the music that he listened to during HIS time have been slowly eroding, and that it was a waste that youths today are mired in the diaspason tunes of Lollipop, Jay, and what not.

So I went home, smacked on Google and went on a massive searching spree for those songs.
Surprisingly, after listening to the wide gamut of classics, I managed to actually recognise a few!
I amaze myself sometimes. Heh heh.

Here's one. I present to you-

光輝歲月
曲：黃家駒  詞：黃家駒  編：Beyond

鐘聲響起歸家的信號
在他生命裡 彷彿帶點唏噓
黑色肌膚給他的意義
是一生奉獻 膚色鬥爭中
* 年月把擁有變做失去
疲倦的雙眼帶著期望
今天只有殘留的軀殼
迎接光輝歲月
# 風雨中抱緊自由
一生經過傍徨的掙扎
自信可改變未來
問誰又能做到
可否不分膚色的界限
願這土地裡 不分你我高低
繽紛色彩閃出的美麗
是因它沒有 分開每種色彩

I find the lyrics supremely apt. In idiotspeak, it's a depiction of the class/ racial struggle of Nelson Mendala in South Africa.
Unable to get the tune out of my head now..Ah Paul rooooocks!

Really a breath of fresh air from the saccharine sappy love songs that is dominating the music scene ever so often nowadays.

I'm making an generalised assumption here, don't lambast me if you're one of those rarefied chinese music junkie who likes to chap ji ka your opinions on anything and EVERYTHING.
If you do so I will proceed to bitchslap you before throwing a kettle at your face because I am entitled to my own view and just because I do not give a flying fuck.

Hiak hiak.

Jiang zhong dian.
Go start looking for those golden classics now!

:)

Greetings!

Am feeling very chirpy because of the uplifting 'Lemon Tree' tune that's blaring from my iTunes. 'Lemon Tree' coincidentally happens to be one of my favourite tunes of all timeeeeeee.

Very catchy. and Classic.
And earlier on, I was humming the tune of PoP! Goes my Heart, a supposed fictional hit from Music And Lyrics.
Lin agrees with me that classics absolutely rooooocckkk!

Wah. Sibei dulan.
Today I totally wasted 10 perfectly good smackeroos on a lousy scream flick.
The Final Destination. 3D somemore. Average-ly BLAH cast, predictable BLAH plot, and generally BLAH effects.
Blah blah BLAH.

As usual, it was pretty macabre. What with all the gore and blood that splatters on the screen every few scenes or so.
But strangely! Macabre movies have an uncanny effect of making me happy.
I'm weird, I know.

Hiak hiak.

Okay, and something I've always wanted to do.

[9/3/2009 11:21:12 PM] lin leong: HAHAHAAH
[9/3/2009 11:21:17 PM] lin leong: im not a girl

and this

[9/3/2009 11:30:10 PM] lin leong: hahahahaahahah!
[9/3/2009 11:30:37 PM] lin leong: who says i have to lower my oestrogen level to become a girl
[9/3/2009 11:30:44 PM] lin leong: cant i just take more steroids


Now the ENTIRE WORLD knows.

Hiak hiak.

Adios amigos!

So I'm back with that irrepressible urge to blog, AGAIN.

I remember there was this one period in my life where I was obsessed about detailing the nitty gritty chronicles of my life in this cosy little corner of mine. Obsessed to the extent that I would (upon reaching home from school) smack on the web browser, key in my net address, and spend at least a good half hour re-reading my past entries.

Every. Fucking. Day.

I think now a more appriopriate word here would be - narcissistic. Maybe crazy. Or retarded. Or-too-much-fucking-time-on-my-hands.
Very apt indeed hur hur.

Moving on, I found that there were many other more noteworthy distractions to occupy my time with; hence, the sporadic inactivity.
No matter, now that I have been once again bitten by the literary bug, thou shalt brave on to battle the demons of procrastination and mindblocks and churn out even more read-worthy entries (to myself of course) -grimace -

To be honest, I have always felt that keeping an online journal is an oxymoron in itself. Much like the seafood restaurant which displays proudly in size 100 font "No Signboard Seafood" on it's entrance. (which serves fucking awesome chilli crabs by the way.) I believe the irony here is self-explanatory enough.

For the stupid wupids though, evident as it is that I am setting out to record some of the most brilliant and inspirational entries of all time (Somebody, please smack my head) I am going to make a consciencious effort to ignore the fact that the internet is a public domain, where millions of other people can have access to my words, thoughts and of course, privacy.

Growing up, I've always felt the need to maintain this veneer or facade with the people around me. Mainly because I am unwilling to show them the other side of myself (which is actually pretty multi-faceted)
Probably to avoid possible judgement.

But along the way, if there's something I've truly gained from my college years, it'll be how some of them boys would advocate the 'Do first, talk later' mentality.
Moral being. Fuck it. just whack.

Hiak hiak.

It's not going to stop here. This entire idea has alas got me revved up on the idea of revamping the skin and all. In the meantime, let's make do with this folks.

And I'll be back.

A not very boring Friday

His body slightly hunched forward, I reached out to place my hand on his back - both to assuage him of his nervousness and to prepare myself to give him a light rap on his non-muster arm. Hand still on him, I could feel a persistent reverberation through his vest, possibly the disquieting shivers brought about by the realisation of the fulminant object he grasped in his hand.

"Hey. Ya okay?" I asked loudly.

A momentary pause followed. He stood frozen, not budging the least, seemingly lost in a repertoire of his own thoughts.

"State anxiety" I thought, running through whatever smattering of knowledge I remembered from a Times article I read a couple of weeks back. Defined to be a temporal emotional reaction varying in intensity with subjective experience of threat during the situation. The reaction is characterized by worry, nervousness and tension and an increase in arousal due to the activation of the autonomic nervous system. Temporarily I wondered how terrible it would be to end up in a state of permanent distress.

"Hey. HEY. Ya okay here?" I echoed my previous question, ruffling his shoulders to get his attention. Then, my focused eyes registered a brief nod of his head, coupled by a feeble "Ye...Yess, sirrr sir".

I stepped back to ascertain that he had maintained the appropriate posture, and got him to prepare himself. A bead of sweat formed up on his forehead and trickled down to his violently quivering hands. I noticed his cracked dry lips that I knew had nothing whatsoever to do with the recalescent midday sun beating down relentlessly upon us. The fact that his eyes were darting wildly around him were not lost upon me either.

"Don't worry, I'm here with you. Just focus on what you gotta do yeah?" I attempted to assuage him of the anxiety that I'm sure was eating him up from the inside.

"I...I'll tr tr tryy my best sir" came his weak reply.

I tapped his arm.
And he swung his arm backward in a graceful arc.

For a moment, it crossed my mind that his fingers would, without warning, release it's grip and cause a paroxysm, and the explosive force would propel shrapnel and ball bearings outward like, possibly a scene out of prime-time television. Immediately, my instincts kicked in, and I crouched, mentally rehearsing the the drill I would execute should such a scenario occur. Those few seconds felt like several agonising hours, as I waited in anticipation for the object to leave the bay. I stole a quick glance, and saw it hurtling higher and further away. A mild streak of relief settled.

"Th...Tha..Than...ank you sir" he stuttered when the worst was over.

I grunted, and nodded my head in acknowledgement.


P.S. None of this was made up eh. It really happened hor.