A Lost Passion.
Music is up and running. credit goes to Yongming. thanx man! t'was awfully nice of ya! Hope You didnt hafta go through too much trouble to revive the account.
There's 2 songs. One is on autoplay, the other, well, u can press the play button. to each his own.
i need to ask something. is the saudi-arabia thing true? you know, saudi-arabia's ambassy is in the midst of all the other important buildings in NY and has one of the highest security measures. and how it contributes a third of the US economy and how america attacked afgahnistan and iraq as a diversion from the fact that Osama IS saudi? is that really true? likely cuz Bush was the former CEO of some oil company who had alot of ties with Bin Laden Group in Saudi-Arabia. but if it is, why isnt Kerry doing anything about it? maybe there isnt anything so wrong about it. maybe Kerry knows that when he does take Bush's place (if he does) he will have to face the same thing, to not bite the hand that feeds you. but when it comes to cracking down on terror and islamic fundamentalists, you cant invade another country as a diversion. furthermore, what about the self-interest issue. the US already ahd plans on constructing some natural gas pipe-line across afgahn, and that needed government approval. as for iraq, well everybody knows. with puppet governments in power and obliged treaties sign, the iraqis also face the same conundrum - whether to bite the hand that feeds you. anywz, i was wondering if they're gonna change the 4 years of history form the bush constitution to the Cheney constitution, afterall that speech on last wednesday night proved who was behind the wheel. except now, when religion has become inseperable with politics, Bush mite display an upperhand due to his sensless rhetorical abilities he has with the crowds.
Anwar's back. should be interesting to spectate. Badawi prob released him to gain popularity and the back thing mite've been a scam. anyways, he will have to face the same vexing question that haunted Mahathir - what to do with Anwar. that'll prob dominate Malaysian politics for a few more years yet.
Lula seems to know his econs text. though i was thinking that niether policy had to work. a matter of two evils. yet honouring Brazil's debt and checking a threatening burst of inflation worked. good for him than.
Moldova. Chechnya i thought the flower thing was stupid and was not sincere at all. It never ends does it. sadly history's trend will veto any form of budging. -shrugs-
enough said on politics. not exactly updated anywyz.
i was doing a bit of filing.(notes. not wood.) anywz, i stumbled across an A5 sized note all folded up amongst the trash i was filtering. i gave it a glance and entertained the thought of tossing it aside and getting on with the work i had it do. somehow my hands refused to abey that command. my eyes joined in the rebellion. i gave it a second glance and reminded myself that while i was giving this old and semi-decomposed piece of paper my unworthy attention, my other more improtant notes was doing a 'swan lake' around the room. yet, i couldnt bring myself to care less about the falling leaves dancing to the beat of the fan skywards. this time, i read through the synopsis written.
heritage.
thats what it is. and i ought to have framed it up.
when we were still friends, our discussions, (not conersations), included everything. like the CIA once knew Cheney as 'backseat' short for his nick - 'backseat driver', we too, discussed politics ranging from the horse's stables to the shrieking benshis and the X-pacs to the Peace lovers. noone will understand that. maybe the elbow will.
when we we're still friends, it was all about politics, both literally and figuratively, the different badges, old and new, motions, music (which we frequently competed over), self-esteem, exclusiveness, guy traits, girl traits, you name it.
when we were still friends. that is. now? i'm not so sure. in the not so distant future? will the river change its course? though circumstances prove otherwise, there's still hope.
is there really? or is it just some mindless illusion derived from the pursuit of unacceptance of the future. i couldnt care less. whatever comes comes. its beyond any1's control, so why bother trying.
becuase we we're once friends. that doesnt change. we mite all be wearing the 4 different colours and have to face each other in due time, but we can still live our private life alongside our professional career.
that isnt really the issue.
there are more worrying matters.
how is that the passion that once kept us together can dissipate into nothingness.
that passion brought us together,
that very same passion that took us through the good, bad and ugly.
is the same passion that can break us apart.
for the other, it is the passion that is lost that detaches us all together.
that dergotes you from us.
dissapointingly lamentable.
hope. too high? or an dellusion that served as a temperary vaccine to the future that troubled us all.
haha.
haha.
MUAHAHAHA.
i think blogs all need a certain depressing flavour. i'm just trying to find that spice, without any success.
on a spererate note. i was thinking about self-esteem lately.
it seems to be a very troubling issue. think it was said to be about evident in 70% of the youths. why? i think its got something to do with one's upbringing. if someone grows up in a more conservative family, a more asian background, one that doesnt offer praises to their children, than more often than not, the kid grows up trying to find them elsewhere. they're search for self-worth can come in the form of achademics, sports or any other areas where they can get he attention they've been denied of since young. to the immature, attention is love, and that subconsously becomes ingrained into our disposition. some even go to the extent of using self-pity as a form of reverse phsychology to get it. =/. can be quite irked by it sometimes, albeit it is often mixed with a sense of pity. i'll continue some other time, after putting more thought.
well, if there's anything that provokes me more than that, its those that show an apathetic attitude towards a certain code of conduct which ahs been taught to us. some call it 'senioritism' others call it respect. i like to call it basic, fundamental manners manifested by the pure intention of sincereity. manners were first actions that was a form of covering up one's not so good intentions. not asking your host for food is an attempt to show that your not some lazy free-loader. asking about aother's welfare is an attempt to show that you are actually concerned about the respective other. so, 'senioritism', as some like to call it is an attempt to show that you actually respect that senior. i dont remeber prank-calling robin, lucas, nor anyone older. so you dont like your senior, you dont tell her that straight in her face. tact dear. you dont tell your senior what to do, you nicely suggest it to her without implying that your way is the way the truth and the light. that is only expected of anyone of us.
Copied this from a someone's blog. simple, yet coherently pleasant.
"i came in a box without a charger
every night, when i get home zonked out, i make sure the following are being charged:
1) phone
2) mp3 player
3) laptop
4) cordless phone
yet, when i stumble into bed, feeling as if i were a living breathing zombie,
i can't find that plug where i can conveniently recharge.
oh, if only, human beings came with instruction manuals and chargers,
and you could bring them to the customer service centre when they acted up.
or just change their parts when they got broken.
life would be so much less complicated, wouldn't it?
-other private stuff-
thirdly, Prozac Nation is a cathartic godsend.
when you feel like crap, reading about someone who IS crap really does wonders for your self-esteem.
LOL
whilst it sounds terribly selfish to find strength & solace in Wurtzel's pain,
i believe she would truly be honoured if readers can find comfort through her experience.
fourth, whilst i was in alvin' car this morning,
the rather cheesy 'A Slice of Life' segment on News Radio 938 (yah, and i thought no one listened to them =P )
spoke of being thankful.
i gave it some thought, and well, yeah, there obviously is reason to smile if you just pause to think.
but still... i'm not gonna be sappy like barney the gross purple dino.
rite.
so... i guess reading Prozac Nation has made me acutely aware of the dynamics of my r/ships with ppl around me.
Like Michael Lee would say, "Relationship is self-portraiture".
i.e.: our r/ships, and how we handle them, says a lot about who we actually are.
nice thought right?
-some stuff that was removed-
hah.
but i feel good saying that.
living in denial serves no purpose but for self-deception.
and seriously, when you have to live with yourself, and see your own face all the time (damn all the shiny surfaces in Singapore),
you really have to come to terms with yourself.
and i'm glad i did."
beautifully written.
you've lost sight of what earned you your promotion. 'i prefered the sound of the band rather than the sound of my own drum' remember?. whatever the beef is between you guys, you'd better fry it and eat it. one band. one sound.
never mind that now. i need my A1. and i need it badly.
prayer works.
hint away.
you reminds me of the song - nobody's listening.
i will not surcumb.
when all else eventually fades
will i realise it was all just a facade?
Forgotten?
Nay,
Only Pretension.
There's 2 songs. One is on autoplay, the other, well, u can press the play button. to each his own.
i need to ask something. is the saudi-arabia thing true? you know, saudi-arabia's ambassy is in the midst of all the other important buildings in NY and has one of the highest security measures. and how it contributes a third of the US economy and how america attacked afgahnistan and iraq as a diversion from the fact that Osama IS saudi? is that really true? likely cuz Bush was the former CEO of some oil company who had alot of ties with Bin Laden Group in Saudi-Arabia. but if it is, why isnt Kerry doing anything about it? maybe there isnt anything so wrong about it. maybe Kerry knows that when he does take Bush's place (if he does) he will have to face the same thing, to not bite the hand that feeds you. but when it comes to cracking down on terror and islamic fundamentalists, you cant invade another country as a diversion. furthermore, what about the self-interest issue. the US already ahd plans on constructing some natural gas pipe-line across afgahn, and that needed government approval. as for iraq, well everybody knows. with puppet governments in power and obliged treaties sign, the iraqis also face the same conundrum - whether to bite the hand that feeds you. anywz, i was wondering if they're gonna change the 4 years of history form the bush constitution to the Cheney constitution, afterall that speech on last wednesday night proved who was behind the wheel. except now, when religion has become inseperable with politics, Bush mite display an upperhand due to his sensless rhetorical abilities he has with the crowds.
Anwar's back. should be interesting to spectate. Badawi prob released him to gain popularity and the back thing mite've been a scam. anyways, he will have to face the same vexing question that haunted Mahathir - what to do with Anwar. that'll prob dominate Malaysian politics for a few more years yet.
Lula seems to know his econs text. though i was thinking that niether policy had to work. a matter of two evils. yet honouring Brazil's debt and checking a threatening burst of inflation worked. good for him than.
Moldova. Chechnya i thought the flower thing was stupid and was not sincere at all. It never ends does it. sadly history's trend will veto any form of budging. -shrugs-
enough said on politics. not exactly updated anywyz.
i was doing a bit of filing.(notes. not wood.) anywz, i stumbled across an A5 sized note all folded up amongst the trash i was filtering. i gave it a glance and entertained the thought of tossing it aside and getting on with the work i had it do. somehow my hands refused to abey that command. my eyes joined in the rebellion. i gave it a second glance and reminded myself that while i was giving this old and semi-decomposed piece of paper my unworthy attention, my other more improtant notes was doing a 'swan lake' around the room. yet, i couldnt bring myself to care less about the falling leaves dancing to the beat of the fan skywards. this time, i read through the synopsis written.
heritage.
thats what it is. and i ought to have framed it up.
when we were still friends, our discussions, (not conersations), included everything. like the CIA once knew Cheney as 'backseat' short for his nick - 'backseat driver', we too, discussed politics ranging from the horse's stables to the shrieking benshis and the X-pacs to the Peace lovers. noone will understand that. maybe the elbow will.
when we we're still friends, it was all about politics, both literally and figuratively, the different badges, old and new, motions, music (which we frequently competed over), self-esteem, exclusiveness, guy traits, girl traits, you name it.
when we were still friends. that is. now? i'm not so sure. in the not so distant future? will the river change its course? though circumstances prove otherwise, there's still hope.
is there really? or is it just some mindless illusion derived from the pursuit of unacceptance of the future. i couldnt care less. whatever comes comes. its beyond any1's control, so why bother trying.
becuase we we're once friends. that doesnt change. we mite all be wearing the 4 different colours and have to face each other in due time, but we can still live our private life alongside our professional career.
that isnt really the issue.
there are more worrying matters.
how is that the passion that once kept us together can dissipate into nothingness.
that passion brought us together,
that very same passion that took us through the good, bad and ugly.
is the same passion that can break us apart.
for the other, it is the passion that is lost that detaches us all together.
that dergotes you from us.
dissapointingly lamentable.
hope. too high? or an dellusion that served as a temperary vaccine to the future that troubled us all.
haha.
haha.
MUAHAHAHA.
i think blogs all need a certain depressing flavour. i'm just trying to find that spice, without any success.
on a spererate note. i was thinking about self-esteem lately.
it seems to be a very troubling issue. think it was said to be about evident in 70% of the youths. why? i think its got something to do with one's upbringing. if someone grows up in a more conservative family, a more asian background, one that doesnt offer praises to their children, than more often than not, the kid grows up trying to find them elsewhere. they're search for self-worth can come in the form of achademics, sports or any other areas where they can get he attention they've been denied of since young. to the immature, attention is love, and that subconsously becomes ingrained into our disposition. some even go to the extent of using self-pity as a form of reverse phsychology to get it. =/. can be quite irked by it sometimes, albeit it is often mixed with a sense of pity. i'll continue some other time, after putting more thought.
well, if there's anything that provokes me more than that, its those that show an apathetic attitude towards a certain code of conduct which ahs been taught to us. some call it 'senioritism' others call it respect. i like to call it basic, fundamental manners manifested by the pure intention of sincereity. manners were first actions that was a form of covering up one's not so good intentions. not asking your host for food is an attempt to show that your not some lazy free-loader. asking about aother's welfare is an attempt to show that you are actually concerned about the respective other. so, 'senioritism', as some like to call it is an attempt to show that you actually respect that senior. i dont remeber prank-calling robin, lucas, nor anyone older. so you dont like your senior, you dont tell her that straight in her face. tact dear. you dont tell your senior what to do, you nicely suggest it to her without implying that your way is the way the truth and the light. that is only expected of anyone of us.
Copied this from a someone's blog. simple, yet coherently pleasant.
"i came in a box without a charger
every night, when i get home zonked out, i make sure the following are being charged:
1) phone
2) mp3 player
3) laptop
4) cordless phone
yet, when i stumble into bed, feeling as if i were a living breathing zombie,
i can't find that plug where i can conveniently recharge.
oh, if only, human beings came with instruction manuals and chargers,
and you could bring them to the customer service centre when they acted up.
or just change their parts when they got broken.
life would be so much less complicated, wouldn't it?
-other private stuff-
thirdly, Prozac Nation is a cathartic godsend.
when you feel like crap, reading about someone who IS crap really does wonders for your self-esteem.
LOL
whilst it sounds terribly selfish to find strength & solace in Wurtzel's pain,
i believe she would truly be honoured if readers can find comfort through her experience.
fourth, whilst i was in alvin' car this morning,
the rather cheesy 'A Slice of Life' segment on News Radio 938 (yah, and i thought no one listened to them =P )
spoke of being thankful.
i gave it some thought, and well, yeah, there obviously is reason to smile if you just pause to think.
but still... i'm not gonna be sappy like barney the gross purple dino.
rite.
so... i guess reading Prozac Nation has made me acutely aware of the dynamics of my r/ships with ppl around me.
Like Michael Lee would say, "Relationship is self-portraiture".
i.e.: our r/ships, and how we handle them, says a lot about who we actually are.
nice thought right?
-some stuff that was removed-
hah.
but i feel good saying that.
living in denial serves no purpose but for self-deception.
and seriously, when you have to live with yourself, and see your own face all the time (damn all the shiny surfaces in Singapore),
you really have to come to terms with yourself.
and i'm glad i did."
beautifully written.
you've lost sight of what earned you your promotion. 'i prefered the sound of the band rather than the sound of my own drum' remember?. whatever the beef is between you guys, you'd better fry it and eat it. one band. one sound.
never mind that now. i need my A1. and i need it badly.
prayer works.
hint away.
you reminds me of the song - nobody's listening.
i will not surcumb.
when all else eventually fades
will i realise it was all just a facade?
Forgotten?
Nay,
Only Pretension.