Some say

Some say the tempo of life is the beating of the heart.
But there are people who have no heart.
Some say the beat of life is the metamorphosis of the thoughts
But there are people who do not think.

Some say time is like a river
It flows constantly and never stops.
Some say joy is like a fountain
It shoots up and sprays all within range.

Some say music is the color of life
Vividly colors mashing together to be a kaleidoscope.
Some say colors are like ribbons tied together
One links to another, trust to fear, peace to anger, love to hate.

Some say love is complicated
An object not in the middle of the maze.
Some say love is simple and carefree
A bus ride together.

Some say it's not what you achieve in life
But who you helped to achieve.
Some say it's not about the number of people at your birthday
It's how many there are at your funeral.

left right left right

The head lies on the pillow, but the mind lays awake.
It courses through the events of the day
Left right left right
The tempo remains within the head
The cheers, the yells,
The songs, the beats
The constant thump of the boots
Left right left right
Curses swears they fly around
Over under sidewards and yonder
Green brown black and white
Left right left right
Perspiration drips down the brow
Sways gently over and yet clings on
Clouding my vision
Power of a drop of sweat.
Over under sideways and yonder
And the constant throbbing of the heart
And the flow of blood coursing through the veins
Left right left right

When the cold wind blows

In the early morning march
With a field pack on my bag
With an aching in my heart
And my palms are full of sweat
I'm a long long way from home
And I miss my lover so
In the early morning march
When the cold wind blows.

When the cold wind blows
When the cold wind blows
When the cold wind blows
When the cold wind blows

In the early morning shoot
With a rifle in my hands
With an aching in my heart
and my palms are full of sweat
I'm a long long way from home
And I miss my lover so
In the early morning shoot
When the cold wind blows

In the early morning jump
With a parachute on my back
With an aching in my heart
And my palms are full of sweat
I'm a long long way from home
And I miss my lover so
In the early morning jump
When the cold wind blows.

In the early morning row
With a paddle in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my paddle's very wet.
I'm a long long way from home
And I miss my lover so
in the early morning row
When the cold wind blows.

My rifle and my buddy and me.

Purple light, in the valley
This is where I wanna be
FHM Best Companion
With my rifle and my buddy and me.

Attend B, Chao Keng F***er
Attend C, Cannot Make It
Everyday, report sick
With my rifle and my buddy and me.

Booking out, to see my girlfriend
Saw her with other girls
F***ed them all, with my ****
With my rifle and my buddy and me.

Booking in, took a shower.
I dropped my soap, and bent over.
Suddenly, something funny,
It was my buddy and his rifle in me.

Yet another joke found online (revised)

Joker: Batman, you don't have a sense of humour. Why so serious?

Batman: Yes I do!

Joker: Than answer my joke properly.

Batman: Okay.

Joker: Knock knock

Batman: Enter.

Joker:...

Jokes Found Online

Wife: 'What are you doing?'
Husband: Nothing.
Wife: 'Nothing...? You've been reading our marriage certificate for an hour.'
Husband: 'I was looking for the expiry date.'

Wife: 'Do you want dinner?'
Husband: 'Sure! What are my choices?'
Wife: 'Yes or no.'

Wife: 'You always carry my photo in your wallet. Why?'
Hubby: 'When there is a problem, no matter how great, I look at your picture and the problem disappears.'
Wife: 'You see how miraculous and powerful I am for you?'
Hubby: 'Yes! I see your picture and ask myself what other problem can
there be greater than this one?'

Stress Reliever Girl: 'When we get married, I want to share all your
worries, troubles and lighten your burden.'
Boy: 'It's very kind of you, darling, but I don't have any worries or
troubles.'
Girl: 'Well that's because we aren't married yet.'

Son: 'Mum, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me to
give up my seat to a lady.'
Mom: 'Well, you have done the right thing.'
Son: 'But mum, I was sitting on daddy's lap.'

A newly married man asked his wife, 'Would you have married me if my
father hadn't left me a fortune?'
'Honey,' the woman replied sweetly, 'I'd have married you, NO MATTER WHO
LEFT YOU A FORTUNE!'

Girl to her boyfriend: One kiss and I'll be yours forever The guy replies: 'Thanks for the early warning.'

A wife asked her husband: 'What do you like most in me, my pretty face or my sexy body?'
He looked at her from head to toe and replied: 'I like your sense of humour!'

A new chapter

And so a new chapter unfolds.

New characters to be added in. And characters from previous chapters to be vanished or killed off, till their resurrection at the right moment in chapters to come.

And a significant few to follow.

In a new chapter of life.

Touch.

Touch. One of our five senses. Sometimes it gives pleasure, sometimes it gives pain. To touch an ice cube in a heatwave. To touch steam.

The hold of a hand. Trust? Some say it symbolizes trust. Assume you fall down and I stretch out my hand for you to grasp on. You trust me to support me and to boost you back up. I trust you to hold on to me lest you fall midway. Trust. It goes two ways. It can lean towards one side heavier but it still goes two ways. You regarding me as your best friend need not necessarily mean I regard you as my best friend. Yet you trust me and confide in me and I trust you. Why do I trust you? To grant you the confidence to confide in me? Or simply because you trust me. Trust. It goes two ways.

Trust leads to acceptance. Some say two hands clasped together is a sign of acceptance of each other by both parties. Why cling on to someone you don't accept? Rotten apples are thrown by the farmer because he doesn't accept them. Shoddy work is thrown out the window because the boss doesn't accept them. People become untouchables and outcasts of the social system because they are not accepted. Not clung on to.

So then two hands clasped together is a sign of acceptance. But acceptance is rather wide. To accept one's talents, gifts and skills? To accept one's mistakes, wrongdoings, flaws and faults? To accept the power and position of oneself. To accept the value of a person.

Value of a person. Can persons be valued? It's easy to value a vase or an artefact, by its rarity along with when it was created, composed or formed. If there are limited pieces available, the price shoots up. If the creator, composer or author is popular or has passed away, the price shoots up. That would mean value of each and every one of us shoots up every day.

Touch. Cool against warm. Cold against Hot.

sad state.

It's a shame sometimes that we tend to overlook passion and fire and classify potential by criteria and thus judge people.

I had brought up an idea with a particular friend and while the idea was shot down, in a way it wasn't her fault since there were SOPs to follow. But sometimes we need faith in others as well. Cause I saw the dude singing his heart out, and she didn't. And true passion is hard to find.

And so a child is so much purer in ways more than any adult can achieve. A child does not judge by appearances. How many adults judge not by appearance? A child observes and looks through the eyes, and into the soul. The adult looks from the hairs of the head down to the soles of the feet, and misses the light in the eyes.

So what if we grow old and die. We would have lived for nothing, if our whole life was spend judging others. For the more we delight in judging others, the lower others will judge us.

Passion burns with fury that few people can comprehend. Some take advantage of this fury and unleash it to bring unto people as much goodwill as they can. Others use it for their own personal gain and rain down destruction on the lives around them. And others.

Others ponder upon this passion within them, question its existence, and then, sadly, let the passion ebb away. Unused. Untouched. Untarnished.

'Tis a sad state.

Bangkok Dangerous

I watched Bangkok Dangerous today. Most reviews I've read give a bad review on it. I think it's actually quite entertaining and what I'm going to write contains spoilers so be warned.

Most shooter movies I've watched usually involve the shooter missing a target or being blackmailed or framed and runs from everybody - friends, law enforcement agencies, anti-law enforcement agencies. B.D. however, is about the main lead running from himself.

There are several interesting plot developments in this film, from teaching a student on killing, to dating a girl who is deaf, to the price of life. It explores rather contrasting elements, from warmth of a cold-blooded hit man who only has four rules in life, to the touch of a deaf girl. In a particular scene, the lead gets mugged as the girl walks on in front, unaware of what that's happening behind her. He however turns the tables and shoots both the muggers. Several blood drops spray onto her coat, and she feels it, touches it and turns around to see the guy she likes holding a gun and two dead civilians on the ground.

The movie also challenges the rules we make for ourselves. The lead has always worked alone, and has left no trace behind. This time, he has a student, and he has to rescue the student. A rather interesting scene was where he had to make the decision to shoot a well-liked politician or not. His student told him the subject was a good man. And for a moment it seemed every person he aimed his sniper scope at was smiling. Thus, the mental battle raged. Rules or goodwill?

A lot of subjects are actually gently prodded in this movie, and blink and you might miss it. While the suspense building up to the ending was a little swift, and there were scenes that seemed improbable, overall, this movie is actually quite watchable and easy to understand, though I would advise you not to watch it from the third row from the screen. Unless you have a very very flexible neck and body that can conform to the shape and angle of the seat.

past to the future

The white moon rose high in the sky, as surrounding stars twinkled and blinked at the world deep beneath, and the sheep grazed on the grass in the cool refreshing night breeze.

The world turns and groans as the weight of the people and their burdens rests heavily on it. A man walks through the streets searching for his one true love. And finds none.

The sun will rise soon, and with it new joys and loves. And perhaps the lady that trudges from street to street might be slip on the banana peel and fall but not be harmed because of the man who saves her.

Past to the future.
To infinity and beyond!

Interesting Names

Names are very very important, most parents would agree. And so they spend hours and hours scouring over encyclopedias and google search results for good baby names. But sometimes no matter how good they are, they can be rather bad when translated in another language. Enjoy what I found online.

Anne Chang
(Mandarin)-Dirty

Anne Chin
(Mandarin) - Keep quiet

Carl Cheng
(Hokkien) - Buttock

Monica Cheng
Hokkien) - Touching your buttocks

Lucy Leow
(Hokkien) - You are dead

Jane Tan
(Mandarin) - Frying eggs

Henry Mah
(Mandarin) - Hate your mum

Paul Chan
(Mandarin) - Bankrupt

Nelson Tan
(Mandarin) - Bird laying eggs

Leslie Tong
(Mandarin) - Rubbish bin

Danny See
(Hokkien) - Squeeze you to death

Pete Tsai
(Hokkien) - Nose droppings

Macy Koh
(Cantonese) - Never die before

Kenny Nair
(Hokkien)- [Need I explain?]

pow!

An arrow flies through the air.
With a tzing and a tzang and a tzoong.
With a twing and a twang
and a tick tock tang
it flew.

The elephant trumpets through the forest.
With a boom and a wham
and out came flying a little leg of ham.
and a tick tock tang
it flew.

Over the mountains an apple came flying
With zoom zham zimmm zhram
it flew threw the air.

Thrown by the elephant that trumpeted
with a boom and a wham
With an arrow embedded
with a tzing and a tzang
the apple flew
with a zoom and a zham
and a zimm and a zhram and a pow!

Talk

I never cease to be amazed by what members of the older generation can talk about.

I went to Jurong West for lunch today, for steamed fish. Don't ask me what's so special about either the steam or the fish, 'cause it just tastes uh fishy to me. So, in the cab ride there, my mum chatted with my uncle, wait. What I mean to say is, my uncle listened to my mum updating him about the latest developments in the family - who's working where and what and how and why.

And during lunch, she and my three uncles chatted about diabetes and what can be eaten and what not. [My mother's side of the family has a history of diabetes.] Then the topic shifted to making mooncakes.

Thereafter, we went to Dome at Dempsey Road, for coffee. And I spent half an hour trying to explain to my uncle that using a network adapter card and piggybacking on his neighbors networks is illegal. He has this notion that the network adapter card makes him invisible. I hope he understood in the end though. Something tells me he doesn't. But then again, he doesn't have of a lot of bandwidth-intensive applications so that should be alright.

And the topic shifted from Bermuda Triangle to Great Wall of China and how its wall is still so strong to whether emperor of Japan or emperor of China is greater. Then it leaped to differences between a blog and a website followed by advertising methods of websites, followed by a minor discussion on newsreaders and how good and/or bad they were.

Then the topic shifted to silkworms in Malaysia. Followed by how every part of a Yak could be used. Then it shifted back again to how my uncle's colleague demanded an apology from his student who criticized him heavily on her blog, and they had an out-of-court agreement. She paid him some cash for compensation. He teaches law.

Talk is time, so soon it was time to head home. And my mum kindly kept my uncle awake at the wheel with a running discourse about my father's side of the family. I dozed off midway though, but awoke to the still-running discourse.

Now I know where my talking genes come from.

children.

Children standing
Singing
at the top of their voices
not antagonizing
singing
from the bottom of their hearts

With joy with love
with forgiveness embrace
of both genders of various ages
of colors and race

Some close their eyes
Some raise their hands
Some kneel down
to make amends

Though they are but young
though they may still be full of fun
they mean every word they sing
and give it its own ring.

Art

I watched an art performance today. Abstract and deep it was. It had female nudity. And by deep, I'm not talking about the depth of the orifice.

But in life there are many blurred lines. And nudity and art is one of them. When does nudity become art, and vice versa?

Yet art is subjective, and meat to a man is poison to another, and this is so perfect for such an art case study. There isn't a definitive guidebook on boundaries to border nudity and art.

Generally, most of what that borders such is society. While we may not bat an eyelid at artistic performances that contain full or partial nudity, we would most definitely frown and lock in chains those which view pornography as art. Distasteful we exclaim, chuck them in chains and stash them away in dungeons.

But if we were to critique nudity as art and declare it a no-no, are we doing it out of fear that patrons would try to follow and imitate this style of art without knowing its true definition, or are we ashamed of our own nudity, or do we regard it as bold, and something out of the social circle which most of us do not step out from?

Then again if we were to support the notion that nudity can be considered art, would more artistes jump aboard the bandwagon and feature nudity simply so it can be considered as art, or simply to draw the crowd?

Art.
Narrow yet so wide.
Full of probabilities, and countless possibilities.
Art.

And.

And a ray of light shines through the dark room. But light needs no source for it simply exists where there is no darkness. For darkness is devoid of light. Where light exists, darkness fades away.

And a horse gallops through the night. But it must hurry for night turneth to day soon. The sun will rise soon, and with it hopes and exciting prospects of a brand new day. Friendships to be discovered, renewed, revived, or lost. Wounds to be healed. Love to be lost. Love to be found.

And a unicorn glides through the forest. The creatures all stop and stare at such mesmerizing beauty. One horn to rule them all. One horn to distract them all, and make them do her bidding.

And laughter to rule the day.

And a rainbow gently pierces the clouds and radiates through the sky. A kaleidoscope of colors. Children point up and tug at their fathers' sleeves, and murmur and stare, hypnotized. Babies look at it, from their resting place on their mothers' shoulders, look away and then look back at it again, curious at this strange phenomenon.

And a glass sits on my desk, a drop of water perched precariously on the edge. A slight draft of wind and it would lean over and slide. But for now, it remains there, undecided, unmoved, and in no hurry to go downwards.

And the eagle looks down from his nest, as people below scurry about to and fro. Full of worries, full of things to do and to be done which were meant to have been done the day before. No time to think, no time to rest.

And love to start the night.

Turandot.

What is love?

If love is beauty, then she has it all. For with her beauty, there was no lack of suitors. All came, far and wide, seeking her hand in marriage, only to be faced with three riddles to be answered correctly.

What is born each night and dies every dawn?
What flickers red and warm like a flame but is not fire?
What is ice but burns like fire?

Hope.
Blood.
Turandot.

What is love?

Car USB Stick

It's only a matter of days before the F1 comes. What used to be months, now is days. And if you can't get a seat or a ticket, who cares? All that matters is to bring home a piece of the F1 and just gloat about it right? After all, nobody's going to demand to see your ticket or ask your opinion on that particular second of the race where whats-his-name overtook whats-the-other-dude's-name, [a trick is to just nod and say 'han nor!']

But if you're like me, who has no cash to even bring home a piece of the race, [I don't think they sell tar spots of the roads], and you prefer practicality over well, over anything else, why not get a USB memory stick embedded in a car?

A Lamborghini USB memory stick would cost you US$43 bucks, and it has 1GB storage space.

But why stop at 1GB? You can get a Beetle-style car that can hold 8GB of personal data. And for only US$49 dollars.

You can check them out at http://www.gadget4all.com/prod_detail.php?prod_id=00439

Elac MicroSub 2010 BT

So, you're a Rubik freak. You've 2 by 2, and 3 by 3, and 4 by 4, and 5 by 5 and virtually any Rubik is judged unsolvable by your intelligence! Well, here's one Rubik you can never solve, simply because it's not meant to be solved.

Meet the Rubik Subwoofer (Elac MicroSub 2010 BT). It's bluetooth enabled, so you don't have to worry about messy wires being tangled, or untangled, but should you need to, you can connect using an RC jack.

Best thing about this 'Rubik' is there's no vibration, so it doesn't matter what kindof music you blast out of this cube, it ain't gonna affect the surrounding objects.

Price? Unavailable. But, one thing I know. It's only 4.7kg.



http://www.shinyshiny.tv/2008/09/rubiks_cubesubw.html

Speaker Bag

Well, if you wanted to bring your speakers around and bag it too, look no further.




http://www.geekalerts.com/ghetto-blaster-tote-with-built-in-speakers/
http://www.karmaloop.com/products.aspx?ProductID=37537

Chrome.

Internet Explorer, Mozilla Firefox, Opera, Safari yada yada the list goes on and on. Applications we use to surf the web, though most of us only use the first three. Well, the first actually. Since it's built in and readily available with every new computer preloaded with Microsoft.

But now there's Chrome. No no, it ain't a paint color or type of car but rather a new browser. What makes Chrome stick out from the rest is simply its creator company.

Google.

Search engine giant, and 'owner' of blogger and having a long list of stuff to its name. You can uh, google them, to find out more.

Will the name make the browser more popular, I wonder?

After all, any product that Google has released has achieved a certain standard of quality, can we expect the same quality from their browser, and how would it differ from the other browsers readily available in the market?

I wonder.

companion

Companions.

They don't just accompany or provide assistance. They provide refreshment too.

Companions.

They provide refreshment to the heart, soul and mind.

A smile of a model is but able to be bought. A smile of a companion is not from the mouth but from the eyes. It could be a twinkle or a wink or a light or a blink.

Companions.

Scandals, friends, partners, lovers, siblings, it goes by many names but it still denotes the same.

Companions.

Words of the wise originate from them, words of wisdom sprout from their mouth. Their tongues may speak bluntly yet it boasts of truth and nay a heartfelt lie. Shoulders swing freely, and sleeves can be dried.

Companions.

Love flows freely, words ain't a necessity. Gestures, movements and messages passed through the eyes. Nods, shakes, slight shifts of the eyes, and a sentence is formed.

Companions.

Regardless of facial features, or body sizes, or accents or exaggerated movements.

Companions.

Scandalous companion.