Blue Man

"the only time wasted is when you think you're alone." - The blue man in '5 people you meet in heaven'

So true, I'm not alone.

People around me, everywhere. The trains are packed, 313 somerset is packed, Ion is packed, Orchard is packed, Junction 8 is packed, mediacorp wardrobe is packed.

屁啊 is so important...especially when you're neither here nor there, YET(:P).

We're social creatures not just because social feeds our needs or ego, but because social is a way of living. Just like how 屁啊 is so important in getting your way through deals and opportunities.

People who say they don't care for 屁啊 are lying.

Faye Wong may not have been much of a 屁啊 person, but she was lucky. I'm sure other people did the 屁啊-ing for her.

屁啊 is not a bad thing, although in the chinese character depiction i have adopted, it contains 屁, which stands for fart.

Even fart, is not a bad thing.

It may be smelly, but its a form of necessary release because keeping methane in could eventually lead to internal combustion (according to south park).

My point is, it isn't difficult to get people to smell your fart, and make them think its necessary and of a noble cause(and preferably mask it with something nice smelling so they'll not take whiffs, but instead great big gulps.)

it is most difficult to do 屁啊 and not go home thinking that you're own fart is one damn smelly release of gas, and feel ashamed of it.

That's why some people are just cut out for 屁啊 and some people aren't.

Some people are given the gift of confidence, of glib and of a filtered nose. They confidently believe that their fart smells great and hence are able to confidently 屁啊 in all occassions.

This gets them(and the released gases) to places they never would have gotten with just pure luck and hardwork.

In your heart, your sincerity weighs the weight of the entire universe, but when not released correctly as 屁啊, will only weight a minute fraction of the whole.

In your heart, your sincerity weighs the weight of an ant, but when released correctly as 屁啊, will weigh the weight of the entire universe.

That, is not a bad or evil thing. It is a skill.

Just like how engineers are able to make machines function, soccer players are able to make chasing a ball around a field seem noble, singers are able to make belting out notes their living.

Well, having released so much gas on this blog space, I don't really have a final point in this, I just wanted to put out some of the thoughts I conspired in a split second after witnessing somethings into words. Into something we can all think about perhaps?

屁啊 could really get your somewhere, but without 屁啊, life goes on. And if you feel better knowing you didn't release the gas on someone compared to if you did. Then that's that.

屁啊 is a choice of life.

so what is yours?

Take a fart today if you have to.
Or call me if you ever feel guilty about taking one... we're on the same page.


*PSSSssssssssssssssss*

What FB can't reach out to


I posted this on facebook, but you're not on my friend's list you see.
(mainly because you're not a friend.)
So, nah. this is for you. :P


Hate that I don't want to leave a comment where you have left a comment, I don't want to have to look at you in the eye when I see you at events because i'm worried I'll break into a smile, because I'm not the hostile sort and I actually forgive really easily.

If I catch your eye, and you smile. then that's it, I might actually forgive you in that split second.

But in this case, I'm really unwilling to give myself the chance to forgive.

I want to remember you as a lesson.

And I hope you remember me as a lesson too.

Let's see how long I can keep this up before my own unforgiveness strangles me. ARgh.

Why try to change me now?

Watched episode 10 of House the other day.. I'm not a fan of television much less American Drama Series like 'House'. But really House is such a brilliant series. Witty lines. An amazing lead actor. And most recently... a lovely song that was played at the end of the episode which shows a moment where 'House' breaks through the hard walls in his heart and tries to do good.

I love it...




This is a cover by Fiona Apple which was the one I heard, but its originally by Frank Sinatra.





I hope you like it too.

Why try to change me now?
I'm sentimental
So I walk in the rain
I've got some habits
That I can't explain
Could start for the corner
Turn up in Spain
Why try to change me now

I sit and daydream
I've got daydreams galore
Cigarette ashes
There they go on the floor
I go away weekends
And leave my keys in the door
But why try to change me now

Why can't I be more conventional
People talk
People stare
So I try
But that's not for me
Cuz I can't see
My kind of crazy world
Go passing me by

So let people wonder
Let 'em laugh
Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember
I was always your clown
Why try to change me now

Don't you remember
I was always your clown
Why try to change me
Why try to change me now

Dynamics

In physics, dynamics is the study of why objects moves.

In human terms, its the social relations we have that affect us and what we do in a group setting.

It really isn't easy to find a group that has good group dynamics, and if you think you've found it, then I think you've found something more priceless than the rarest ruby on earth.

But if you're in a group setting where the dynamics are weird, then just hold your ground for a while longer and stay a little bit away from the epicentre of the dynamic. You'll be alright.

You'll be alright. :)

Westlife

My secondary school crush. Was them.

I'd have their picture in my wallet, and then tell my friend's that they were my 'concubines'. "huh? then who's your husband?"

Honestly, weirdly enough, I can't seem to remember who my 'husband' was.

The power of 5.

Of course, now there's just 4 of them.

And I still love Shane's voice.

Laughing in my own face!

"I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure"

- Jason Mraz "I'm Yours"


And so I blogged and released it all. And then I read a devotional passage about how God answers prayers, and another about how we shouldn't be afraid to ask because you never know the answer till you ask!

I'm not gonna bend backwards and waste time tryin' to do things I obviously can't do by myself unless I have am a slug with no vertebrae, but then again, i'm not sure a slug has a tongue, or can bend backwards because it has no spine... ok i am totally running myself over with this train of uesless thoughts.

I'll check the pimple. but I'll get my besties to check the places I can't check.

Thank god for these people.

Where would I be. What would I do.

Yayness.

Endorphins

It was mostly a happy day, and then a slip of the mind by a trip of the devil cast a grey cloud over my blue skies.

And also, the new discovery that a pimple has set up camp just beside my nose on my left cheek.

I'm stressed because this is a FYP like no other.

Because there are simply too many variables, too much to ask for, too much to hope for, too much to know, too much to do, too much to achieve.

And its all eggs in one basket.

This is one FYP, where we don't all get the same grades, and yet I require them to all have the same vision and hopefully the same gusto.

at the same time, who am I to ask for all this when it is basically help and love I need.

A slip of the mind, and all this came crashing down.

I'm normally very faithful when it comes to things like this. I always believe it'll come to pass, and my imagination always manages to take me beyond the farthest borders my mind allows me to reach.

I'm always faithful, that i'll be able to get the help I need.

but today, tonight. I'm worried.

I dare not ask for the help I need.

I don't know how.

Where to begin.

If only I had a blank check I could sign off to make sure everybody's efforts could be repayed in some form of monetary way.

My first adulthood FYP.

Although it's nothing final.

朋友别哭

Wild guessing sends us on a wild goose chase to nowhere.
多生气也得听，
多么不想原谅，
多么不想让步，
多么不想。。。
多么不想。。。
多么不想就这样放弃。


耳朵

作曲:陈小霞作词:姚若龙

太亲密的关系像不像海底
看着温柔的草美丽的鱼
屏息太久一瞬间快不能呼吸
秘密会不会是某种氧气

有没有一种孤僻能被允许
当着最爱的人面无表情
躲在自己的世界混乱或战栗
就是单纯的不想被干预

翻完我的简讯我的信
能不能顺便翻翻我的心情
我们有个件不同的心灵
所以有动线不同的情绪

当爱情只剩嘴巴少了耳朵
就变得你只相信你猜测的
当感应在你我之间不再流动
该怎么说没死不代表活着

当爱情只剩眼睛少了耳朵
就变得你只看到你怕看的
我努力越解释你越流泪激动
但有些事不仔细听不会懂

Owned.

Some of you look at me, and see nothing good.

I look at some of you, and see nothing good.

but the next time you look at someone and see nothing good.

stop for a moment in that overwhelming disgust and think to yourself quietly.

But someone in this world loves this person for who she/he is,
even though I see nothing good,
all this particular someone can see is good and more good.

That is the power of love.

That is how incredibly imperfect humans are, and how much we need love to bring us a baby step closer to perfection.

so scary.