Josh Groban

When The Saints Go Marching In

Voca People

Canon Rock

Messenger turns 10.

And the humble messenger that is now used widely around the world turns 10. And they have a video to show.

Chris Daughtry Lady Gaga

I like this version better than Lady Gaga though. Would her future kid be Man Googoo. Nah, since we already have the goo goo dolls. gigi then. oh but we have gigi leung. Gee, what a pity.

Terry Fator

Terry Fator is such an awesome guy. Though I supposed his kids would think their toys possessed, by it's probably just their dad's voice. But he is awesome. You should check out his playlist on youtube or something. I can only show so many videos here.

Busty Heart.

Not for the weak-chested, that's all I can say.

Ageing romance.

When you're young, romantic might mean cycling in the park with your gf between you and your handlebars.

When you're old, romantic might mean pushing your wife on the luggage trolley around in the airport.

death.

I had this idea for a website just now. I don't know why such ideas just come to me suddenly. Okay, I'm kidding. I actually do know where it came from. From watching Ghost Whisperer. Majority of the episodes were simply about telling the living loved ones that their deceased loved one loves them.

And it got me thinking. Usually we never tell the people around us how much we love them till it's too late. And then we only tell them when we divide our inheritance in our will.

So, imagine a site, where you can write testimonials for your friends, only for them to receive it after your death. Perhaps a word of encouragement or some advice. Or where the key to the safety deposit box is.

But it doesn't have to be limited to just mere compliments. You could write notes of apology for past mistakes too. Just because you're dead doesn't mean you can't make peace with the living.

Like a death note.

The site just might work eh. If only I had a web designer bed buddy.

Edit: Dang. My friend just told me the idea somebody else kope liao. Check out http://mylastemail.com

freelancer brainstormer.

I've been thinking how come commercials are entertaining for only a split second. I could watch reruns of commercials from other countries and still be amused by their novelty, but not here.

And perhaps the designers are getting overburdened with trying to come out with new concepts and ideas for product commercials. Or maybe product companies are too narrow minded.

Whatever the cause, perhaps advertising companies should have a pool of freelance brain stormers. After all, there are probably lots of untapped creativity being unleashed in the world. Just not in the right sector.

The way I'm thinking is, the advertising company notifies its pool of a product, and the target market, but not too specific information, just to protect confidentiality and all that. If the freelancer is interested, he/she/it just applies and receives more info about the product, and each idea submitted and vetted to be a good idea gets cash, and the idea chosen gets more cash.

Simple, and easy way of making money, don't you think.

handwritten printer.

Perhaps one day someone would create a printer that prints out letters in your handwriting. So I could type a letter, and print it, and it would seem as if it were a genuine letter painstakingly written word by word, instead of being typed out.

After all we probably type more than what we write.

To love.

I've been doing slightly serious thinking recently, after a couple of situations occurred. One was my buddy asked me whether I preferred my secondary school days, or my poly days. And the other was his girlfriend remarking on my optimism and carefree attitude that would result in more cons than pros in the future.

And I thought about it for a couple of minutes and I decided I couldn't really compare both. The former, I helped a lot. Played the role of adviser and mentor. The latter, I enjoyed being myself. Played the role of assistant and entertainer.

How do you compare two loves of your life? Feelings by which no scale can balance?

And so I left it there. Not completely answered, but settled for the time being.

Then I bumped into my course mate in town today, and it brought back sweet memories.

And I realize the answer to that question. It's not about which part of life I prefer, or for that matter, which part of me I prefer, since we are a different person at each phase of life, it's about loving who we are and what we're doing at that point in time.

You don't have to love to study, but you can love who you are - a student. Love its privileges and trials and challenges.
And that should be the creed of many, and even more, in this age and time, where death lurks around the corner.

To love who we are, who we're with, and what we are doing at that point in time.

Time-ing.

Boom boom.
The heart gains a steady tempo as
his feet gain their momentum.
Sweat that started off as beads now
evolves into streams
neverending.
Boom boom.
He looks around.
Nothing but blissful silence
save for the galloping of his feet.
Boom boom.
He lowers his head slightly and
sprints forward with a sudden burst
of speed and leaps
over
the edge.
(Image freeze)
(Narrates)
And here the question arises.
What lies at the bottom of the cliff?
Sharp edged rocks as numerous as the stars?
Or the sea with its infinite cycles of life,
the never ending ebbing and flowing
of time-ing.

Grow Growing Grown.

Perhaps growing up is about hiding your flaws.
Your imperfections.
Your secrets.
Your addictions.
Not lying or denial
but simply hiding.
A simple hiding place.
Till the place exists no more
And you're true to yourself
And you can tell yourself
you have grown up
out of growing up.