Can't seem to find any inspiration to do anything. Being sick is a reason, some allergic reaction or so the kind doctor said. However, since I am reading tales of fantasy; that of King's Landing, Casterly Rock and the like, maybe I'll pen down stories that might befit my realm if I had one.
Tales of: broken pacts, travails, travels, ailments, violence, and I would suppose romance. What's a fantasy laden written exercise without all of them swirled in a cauldrom, making a heady concoction. Or it might just be so horrid that one sip will kill.
I shall call it, 'Gaols and Serpentines.'
or
'Realm of Serpents'
Cool! Now all I need is a coherent storyline.
I know the start.
'Be not you affected by the shifting thoughts of the men of the Rock. Events happen not for itself but purpose they have as a whole. For the story brought will unfold a greater piece, larger than you can even imagine. We are the serpents of GueaTar, created by the molten when the Earth was moving still. Threatened by men of the Rock appearing suddenly with flying wood and shimmering rods, of origin we know not then, our serpent brethren... '
Monday, December 19, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
My SHIRT!
BAH!
Just remembered about my shirt, my squad shirt, the one that has spidey before my name.. It's gone! I forgot to take it back from Sentosa! aaahhhhhh....
Should have scanned it.. but then, that will be weird. drats! drats! One of my favourite shirts! Well, it's kinda like a conversation opener but still!
Ohhhh the humanity...
Well, kinda slow supposedly, but I did remember about losing it, only now am I able to blog, or remember to type about it. Woe.. Woe...
R.I.P oh shirt of mine.. errr .. gone 12/06/2005
Just remembered about my shirt, my squad shirt, the one that has spidey before my name.. It's gone! I forgot to take it back from Sentosa! aaahhhhhh....
Should have scanned it.. but then, that will be weird. drats! drats! One of my favourite shirts! Well, it's kinda like a conversation opener but still!
Ohhhh the humanity...
Well, kinda slow supposedly, but I did remember about losing it, only now am I able to blog, or remember to type about it. Woe.. Woe...
R.I.P oh shirt of mine.. errr .. gone 12/06/2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Yay Liverpool!!
Thank you my friends for letting me have the pleasure of sharing a wonderful experience with you guys whilst we're watching the Liverpool-Ac Milan match... Esp the heartfelt SMS correspondence and phone ins! Stupendous Euphoria!!
What an emotional rollercoaster, superceeds even that of the National Team versus Myanmar match a little more than barely...
Superceeds even the emotions I felt when Liverpool won the Treble, managed by me albeit in a computer game. (okay that's not saying much)
Superceeds the time when.. hummm too much info, anyways...
It was magical, from a really depressing first half when with weary hearts, the collective base that might be deemed as the 'KOP' were trudging in heavy muddy water, due to the storm they had to weather with Kaka's lightning pace and brilliance....
to..
A barnstorming match which erupted with that header, plus thankfully Hamann covering valiantly the gap between the midfield and the defence. 3 all in a six minute spell! Who would have dreamt it up? There is a sweet silver song of the lark.. And a golden sky at the end of the storm... (not forgetting the silver non-replica Champion's League Trophy!!)
I don't care if there's more Liverpudlians who will jump on the bandwagon "CL success", but then again Liverpool has far more supporters here anyway, even more than the much vaunted other Red Army. A 'perfect' match indeed it was. Esp with the wriggly Dudek, eventhough he had nothing to boast of during the first half.
Walk on...
Etched in my memories would be the experience I'd gladly replay forevermore...
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
I LOVE LIVERPOOL! - Go Team!
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Found: diary of Dannohu. Post 47
I like vegetables. Really I do, sometimes I wish that people would be just like vegetables, just there, without wars and fights and such. But then again, how does a vegetable speak? Do they shake their stems to the sound of music? Do they sway their leafy sides to the beat of she bangs? Nobody knows it but... Tony Rich I suppose.
Diary, animals are interesting creatures, yes they are. Found out that animals are evil. Especially the pihhos.. the pihhos are such evil creatures that they defecate and all on each other, to fight over territories. I mean, if you want to fight, at least soil yourself only after getting a grand daddy of a beating and no soiling of others. Unless you're a vegetable, then it becomes a good thing.
I wonder if there are alien vegetables out there in the universe and if they are, have they been sending out signals? I'm sure that people may argue that vegetables or vegetation in general face the sun to generate food by photosynthesis and all that, but, is there a possibility that they are actually facing the sun because light is a good medium for cross boundary transmission? Phew, that was a long sentence. Everybody knows the speed of light is well, real fast. They might be communicating with other galactic plant species out there to discuss plans for an invasion, and we won't know any better...
It is indeed a sobering thought...
7/02/1966
Diary, animals are interesting creatures, yes they are. Found out that animals are evil. Especially the pihhos.. the pihhos are such evil creatures that they defecate and all on each other, to fight over territories. I mean, if you want to fight, at least soil yourself only after getting a grand daddy of a beating and no soiling of others. Unless you're a vegetable, then it becomes a good thing.
I wonder if there are alien vegetables out there in the universe and if they are, have they been sending out signals? I'm sure that people may argue that vegetables or vegetation in general face the sun to generate food by photosynthesis and all that, but, is there a possibility that they are actually facing the sun because light is a good medium for cross boundary transmission? Phew, that was a long sentence. Everybody knows the speed of light is well, real fast. They might be communicating with other galactic plant species out there to discuss plans for an invasion, and we won't know any better...
It is indeed a sobering thought...
7/02/1966
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Op-Ed Piece 20050213
Hooah! Pong! Kang!
Words that are used to great effect in a certain game called Mahjong. Mahjong, that which is usually associated with gambling, in which the usage of chips acts as a medium to have a mode of transaction in between the four players. But, to play mahjong is not to gamble, just that for all or most games, the element of money adds as an extra incentive, a kick, a desire to win.
Competition is also evident in trivial pursuits such as a game that is Pictionary. One game that pits the drawing and 'analytical' skills of your members against others, to achieve Nirvana at the end of the journey. One move by a team to gain an upper hand will always be met with swift response by the opposing teams. Competition, the survival of the fittest, the move to triumph over others, can be said to be a uniformly encoded trait among people.
Games can be said to be the release valve of tension. To protect oneself from unnecessarily having an uncontrolled reaction towards stress, to test one's agency, or to pit oneself against others. Teamwork is also evident in games, as alliances are made, especially if one is up against computer opponents or relative strangers. The bond to take on and accomplish the task and ending up having the upper hand, is strengthened even if it can be said to be initially temporary.
To understand the intricacies of what games are for, to socialise, or to have a legitimate apparatus to beat down others, one must ultimately ask oneself. The answer might be shocking, but then again, most of the phenomena occuring around us, by us, is just that. Shocking. I suppose I will just take on the challenge to master the various games some other time, as one aspect of gaming is the need for rest. Rest, something which I truly need after hours of games and fun. Today.
Words that are used to great effect in a certain game called Mahjong. Mahjong, that which is usually associated with gambling, in which the usage of chips acts as a medium to have a mode of transaction in between the four players. But, to play mahjong is not to gamble, just that for all or most games, the element of money adds as an extra incentive, a kick, a desire to win.
Competition is also evident in trivial pursuits such as a game that is Pictionary. One game that pits the drawing and 'analytical' skills of your members against others, to achieve Nirvana at the end of the journey. One move by a team to gain an upper hand will always be met with swift response by the opposing teams. Competition, the survival of the fittest, the move to triumph over others, can be said to be a uniformly encoded trait among people.
Games can be said to be the release valve of tension. To protect oneself from unnecessarily having an uncontrolled reaction towards stress, to test one's agency, or to pit oneself against others. Teamwork is also evident in games, as alliances are made, especially if one is up against computer opponents or relative strangers. The bond to take on and accomplish the task and ending up having the upper hand, is strengthened even if it can be said to be initially temporary.
To understand the intricacies of what games are for, to socialise, or to have a legitimate apparatus to beat down others, one must ultimately ask oneself. The answer might be shocking, but then again, most of the phenomena occuring around us, by us, is just that. Shocking. I suppose I will just take on the challenge to master the various games some other time, as one aspect of gaming is the need for rest. Rest, something which I truly need after hours of games and fun. Today.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Op-Ed Piece 20050212
The brain is a remarkable object which can create alternate realities which could have real consequences in the real objective reality which one's body resides in. Often people mistake conceptions by artistes and artists to be the real thing, and to objectify it as their own.
Impressionable is the word they say, and it cannot be faulted arguably, to imagine that kids are the bearers of this description. Imagining themselves to be ninjas, pilots of Gundams, mahjong warriors. However, the funny thing is, children, or people who think of themselves as such are more in tune with reality than others who admonish them.
They can say 'we know it's not real', which precisely is the point. It is enjoyable to just have a form of escape to deal with the drudges of reality, with bits of 'play' time interspersed. They do not wish to be ninjas all the time. The 'adult' adults however arguably view things in a more black and white conception than the rest. "That's so childish." "How come you can't be more mature?" Imposing their powers of 'righthood' over the rest. But it has to be agreed that seriousness is essential when warranted.
For myself, I can say that I do dream a lot, and 'play' and I definitely have a supposedly adult(serious) side. The side that comes out when I want it to. Not seeing it doesn't mean it's not there... or is it. Levi Strauss said that it's all in the mind and looks like he might just be right.
Impressionable is the word they say, and it cannot be faulted arguably, to imagine that kids are the bearers of this description. Imagining themselves to be ninjas, pilots of Gundams, mahjong warriors. However, the funny thing is, children, or people who think of themselves as such are more in tune with reality than others who admonish them.
They can say 'we know it's not real', which precisely is the point. It is enjoyable to just have a form of escape to deal with the drudges of reality, with bits of 'play' time interspersed. They do not wish to be ninjas all the time. The 'adult' adults however arguably view things in a more black and white conception than the rest. "That's so childish." "How come you can't be more mature?" Imposing their powers of 'righthood' over the rest. But it has to be agreed that seriousness is essential when warranted.
For myself, I can say that I do dream a lot, and 'play' and I definitely have a supposedly adult(serious) side. The side that comes out when I want it to. Not seeing it doesn't mean it's not there... or is it. Levi Strauss said that it's all in the mind and looks like he might just be right.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Man sues airlines.
Friday 11/02/2005
Yesterday, at 11pm, a man sued the airlines which uses the airspace above his landed property for endangering his life as well as inflicting severe irreparable damage to his psyche. It was reported that the man was hit on the head by a paper bag full of unidentified material at 5pm. According to the man, "It smelt, felt and unfortunately tasted like vomit, but I can't be sure." He suffered dizzy spells, and often had the urge to throw up, and with a heavy head, decided that someone had to pay.
Most of the spokespersons for the airlines we interviewed, divulged that they do not, as a policy, discharge used paperbags from the air. However, upon repeated questioning, they conceded that sometimes, to save the hassle of having to clear the cabins when the airplane lands, they do flush paperbags down the drain.
"Usually human discharge will disintegrate at a certain altitude, therefore it has never been a problem," a spokesperson revealed to us. He included that "Cheeky cabin personnel will go and relieve themselves as the planes are approaching the runaway, so that they can leave a visible trail." It seems that this practice is widely used by airlines of certain countries which have bad bilateral ties.
The man informed us that even if he does not get a verdict that goes his way, he is satisfied as this means that the airlines will no longer dump things over this property. "I purposely didn't bathe to protect the evidence, which I'm sure they will say that I planted it to discredit me," adding "I'm sure they don't want to meet me again in similar circumstances." A spokesperson for one of the airlines named in the suit, said that the cabin crew will be informed of the location of the man's house, and to mark it in the future.
Yesterday, at 11pm, a man sued the airlines which uses the airspace above his landed property for endangering his life as well as inflicting severe irreparable damage to his psyche. It was reported that the man was hit on the head by a paper bag full of unidentified material at 5pm. According to the man, "It smelt, felt and unfortunately tasted like vomit, but I can't be sure." He suffered dizzy spells, and often had the urge to throw up, and with a heavy head, decided that someone had to pay.
Most of the spokespersons for the airlines we interviewed, divulged that they do not, as a policy, discharge used paperbags from the air. However, upon repeated questioning, they conceded that sometimes, to save the hassle of having to clear the cabins when the airplane lands, they do flush paperbags down the drain.
"Usually human discharge will disintegrate at a certain altitude, therefore it has never been a problem," a spokesperson revealed to us. He included that "Cheeky cabin personnel will go and relieve themselves as the planes are approaching the runaway, so that they can leave a visible trail." It seems that this practice is widely used by airlines of certain countries which have bad bilateral ties.
The man informed us that even if he does not get a verdict that goes his way, he is satisfied as this means that the airlines will no longer dump things over this property. "I purposely didn't bathe to protect the evidence, which I'm sure they will say that I planted it to discredit me," adding "I'm sure they don't want to meet me again in similar circumstances." A spokesperson for one of the airlines named in the suit, said that the cabin crew will be informed of the location of the man's house, and to mark it in the future.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
New age Mulan
Thursday, 10/02/2005
Me-subishi, a 17 year old girl was caught trying to enlist for National Service for her brother. National Service is a bond with the government in which able bodied men sacrifice at least 2 years of the life, safe guarding the sanctity that is the island country.
Her brother, Me-amwik, it seems, faked an illness, which he calls ' iidunkare abutme koontriitis' to his family, and related his worry to his sister about not being able to protect the family honour. Me-subishi then decided to go in his place after being told that there has been a precedent in the past. Upon reaching the enlistment camp, she then went to register herself using the most manly voice she could muster.
"I thought she was a you know, one of those, they change their gender people," said Sergeant Man, apparently trying his best to sound politically correct. "I knew something was wrong when I saw her. I mean, most girls who try to become a man don't realise that their look is obviously not fooling anyone."
"I then called for one of our female officers to take a look and my suspicion was proved correct. It takes one to know one." sniggered Sergeant Man. Me-subishi was warned that it is an offence to impersonate a person, and advised that using historical context is acceptable but not that which goes back hundreds of years.
"Thank you. A flower that blooms after overcoming great adversity is one of the most precious flower, and oh yeah, be true to your heart" replied Me-subishi apparently paraphrasing quotes from the show 'Mulan' which has been attributed to her wish to take her brother's place.
Me-amwik will take up his obligation to the country this coming Monday, and will be punished by the military for tricking his sister into embarking on such a mission. While the family honour is said to have been undermined by the whole incident.
Me-subishi, a 17 year old girl was caught trying to enlist for National Service for her brother. National Service is a bond with the government in which able bodied men sacrifice at least 2 years of the life, safe guarding the sanctity that is the island country.
Her brother, Me-amwik, it seems, faked an illness, which he calls ' iidunkare abutme koontriitis' to his family, and related his worry to his sister about not being able to protect the family honour. Me-subishi then decided to go in his place after being told that there has been a precedent in the past. Upon reaching the enlistment camp, she then went to register herself using the most manly voice she could muster.
"I thought she was a you know, one of those, they change their gender people," said Sergeant Man, apparently trying his best to sound politically correct. "I knew something was wrong when I saw her. I mean, most girls who try to become a man don't realise that their look is obviously not fooling anyone."
"I then called for one of our female officers to take a look and my suspicion was proved correct. It takes one to know one." sniggered Sergeant Man. Me-subishi was warned that it is an offence to impersonate a person, and advised that using historical context is acceptable but not that which goes back hundreds of years.
"Thank you. A flower that blooms after overcoming great adversity is one of the most precious flower, and oh yeah, be true to your heart" replied Me-subishi apparently paraphrasing quotes from the show 'Mulan' which has been attributed to her wish to take her brother's place.
Me-amwik will take up his obligation to the country this coming Monday, and will be punished by the military for tricking his sister into embarking on such a mission. While the family honour is said to have been undermined by the whole incident.
Found: diary of Dannohu. Post 40
As I walk along I wonder, of what went wrong. It all seemed so good. I mean, she was the one.
You know, the one where you know, she is the one.
Time slows down, matrix effect, movement and the like. You definitely know that she is the one.
The smile, the laughter present in the eyes. not quite sparkling but they seem to lighten up the area surrounding her. You wish you can have a Kodak moment there and then. Immortalize the moment, in full splendour. Replay mode over and over and over again.
How come I never have the chance to write things like this in my diary? Oh yeah, cos I am not good in resonating my thoughts on paper. stupid brain. But then again, will I ever write in you, oh diary, of such things? No, I'm just ranting. It'll pass over, it's just a funny thing called lust anyway. I mean, do guys go, oh wow, she definitely looks like a great friend. How do girls work anyway, do they go, wow, look at him, he looks like such a good friend material.
but, good thing people don't work that way. much. anyways. thankfully I don't. maybe. Maybe I should think about it more. Nah I wont. too tired on my brain... not today I suppose.
btw diary, today, I had a crocochop. it was fantastic. I didn't know crocodiles tasted so good. underneath the hard exterior lies, succulent meat, after cooking of course. must try again soon.
11/01/1966
You know, the one where you know, she is the one.
Time slows down, matrix effect, movement and the like. You definitely know that she is the one.
The smile, the laughter present in the eyes. not quite sparkling but they seem to lighten up the area surrounding her. You wish you can have a Kodak moment there and then. Immortalize the moment, in full splendour. Replay mode over and over and over again.
How come I never have the chance to write things like this in my diary? Oh yeah, cos I am not good in resonating my thoughts on paper. stupid brain. But then again, will I ever write in you, oh diary, of such things? No, I'm just ranting. It'll pass over, it's just a funny thing called lust anyway. I mean, do guys go, oh wow, she definitely looks like a great friend. How do girls work anyway, do they go, wow, look at him, he looks like such a good friend material.
but, good thing people don't work that way. much. anyways. thankfully I don't. maybe. Maybe I should think about it more. Nah I wont. too tired on my brain... not today I suppose.
btw diary, today, I had a crocochop. it was fantastic. I didn't know crocodiles tasted so good. underneath the hard exterior lies, succulent meat, after cooking of course. must try again soon.
11/01/1966
Found: diary of Dannohu. Post 17
Dear Notebrook,
I wish you were still with me...
Compie wasn't as good to me as you were...
Tho now you cannot see, and your system is weak,
Eventho I try my best to up my hopes...
I believe, one day, you will see again.
no longer will you be in darkness...
wailing. and I can see you, as you me.
we'll evoke memories we had together, all of them.
one day...
you shall see again...
15/10/1965
I wish you were still with me...
Compie wasn't as good to me as you were...
Tho now you cannot see, and your system is weak,
Eventho I try my best to up my hopes...
I believe, one day, you will see again.
no longer will you be in darkness...
wailing. and I can see you, as you me.
we'll evoke memories we had together, all of them.
one day...
you shall see again...
15/10/1965
Found: diary of Dannohu. Post 1
Dear Compie,
I miss you so much...
There isn't a day that pass by without me wondering, if only you were still here...
The fun we had together, interacting till the wee hours of the morn...
But now you're gone.
Died.
of a damaged brain.
memories we had together are erased...
all the shows, all the stories which I suppose I gave you...
now gone.
Goodbye...
thanks for the memories...
I shall be independent from now...
09/08/1965
I miss you so much...
There isn't a day that pass by without me wondering, if only you were still here...
The fun we had together, interacting till the wee hours of the morn...
But now you're gone.
Died.
of a damaged brain.
memories we had together are erased...
all the shows, all the stories which I suppose I gave you...
now gone.
Goodbye...
thanks for the memories...
I shall be independent from now...
09/08/1965
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