Will you be my juliet

Will you be my juliet
Sa-sa-said the spider to the fly
Together we'll be famous
Like the ca-ca-catcher in the rye.

This he uttered,
And that he stuttered.
Your web's so cluttered
The fly muttered.

Just head into my lair
And here you'll find all's fair
Your death will be your fare,
Come be my eclair.

Fu-fu-furious you will be
despite me tiny weeny
If i refuse to pay the fee
Of my delicious body.

So back and forth
Their sharp words flew
High and low and loud and soft
They parried till the spider slew.

With a click he thrusts
His eyes emblazoned with lust.
He saliviates
And does not deviate.

So, the fl-fl-fly was no more,
The spider cleaned up the gore,
The sun shone bright,
And the web trembled with delight.

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Like a river

You're like the waters
can one describe the waters
of the earth in one
sentence?

At times you're calm
smooth and gentle
at others you've ferocious
howly disgruntled and raging

And every water needs a beach.

To ebb and flow upon
to crash upon
to gently seep into
and then recede
to take a breather
to rest before back
to life

But of what use is the beach
when the waves refuse to surge upon
when the waters decline to crash upon
when you depart and ripple away?

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I'm baaack!

And my internet has restored!
While I update my torrents download list
to maintain all levels of normalcy,
these past days have made me think a lot
about how much of my daily life is spent
using technology.

Having no internet for four days
is rather depressing.
Nah, that's not right.

I guess, the internet can never really escape us.
Or vice versa.
Take my past few days for example.
Even without an active internet connection,
I could use ebuddy on my phone,
check emails and reply important ones,
and access facebook.
Sortof like a limited internet connection,
but I was still active online.

Why not just scrap off the internet connection and rely
solely on my phone then?
Well, that would be a no-no, because it's different.
It's like using a smaller scaled down-size of my computer
and only very very basic functions.
Like checking my facebook wall, but not able to load facebook's games.
Or checking email but waiting for a longer period of time for the images to load.
Or blogging but with terrible organization and all.
Or replying emails but without proper formatting.

So, I've been thinking can I survive without the internet?
Or, specifically, if the internet at my home goes down again?
I can. I've did it, just with a bit of inconvenience that's all.

I actually die without;
playing my facebook games of which I've invested so much time in;
chattin on msn where I can see my contacts pop up on desktop and it is so much easier to
type on my keyboard than on my phone.
Bigger is better.

And I admit, I've gotten used to switching on the computer after I reach home every night,
with or without a working internet connection.
It was definitely hard to kick the habit, and I didn't.
I did use the opportunity to run virus scans, defrag disks etc.
And, I thank God that I had some videos on my drive I had yet to watch.
One of the reasons why downloading videos is much better than streaming it is that even if the internet fails you, you still can watch it on your computer. or portable media device; psp, ipod etc.

Do you think you can survive if the internet at your house went down?

Apologies

It's been awhile since i've last blogged.

My internet is down.
My home fixed line is down.
My cable tv is down.

All three services for no apparent reason,
and it had to take three calls to get the service technician to come down
(he's coming tomorrow)

like they say,
third time's the charm eh?

so if it all goes well
i should be able to reconnect
and get back in sync with
my virtual life again

to clear emails
and reply on my tagboard
and clean up all my
rotting crops on farmville
decomposed dishes on cafe world
unclaimed rents on millionaire city
unemployment on ceo dream
and uncollected taxes on my empire.
And there's restaurant city.

I don't really play a lot of facebook games.
Really.
And i did consider the possibility of having
connection withdrawal symptoms
cause i fell sick on sunday;
severe flu and cough and slight fever and headache
but now i'm better
no thanks to the two people
who promised to call me back with a
remedy for my disconnection problems
and failed to do so.

Regardless, i'll be back soon!
and with better formatting of the posts
definitely.

On a totally different note though,
i think trainers for companies need to brush up
on their english.
Totally incorrigible.

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All the best in the future

Have you ever wondered
why in cards and such
we tend to wish the other person
all the best in the future
or all the best in your future endeavors
or all the best in life?

It's as if we expect them to have the worst in the future
or we're already prepared for them to face the worst in life?

Maybe we should change greetings to really reflect
our heart's desires.

Think about that the next time you write a card.
Or a letter
Or neither.

That said, it's back to civilian life for me.
No more wearing green and berets or jockey caps
Well, not till they call me back for reservist.
Hurray to keeping long hair.
And probably dyeing too.

Another stage of life has gone,
soon will come another.
But I shouldn't think
sia la, time pass by so fast.
where got time?

But I should think
time passes by so fast
so each second should count
and not just be a numerical value
but an impression or a memory.

Songs in the key of V

Twinkling stars, a cool breeze,
rippling of waves, and nice music wafting around.

Only this wasn't your average walk in the park or picnic by the beach. This was the setting for a performance by Vocapella, a local acapella group.

Held at the Blue Moo Cafe, rooftop of YMCA, Vocapella serenaded its hundred-odd audience - most of it friends and family members - with songs ranging from kpop, to english oldies to chinese pop.

In fact, the songs were so varied by genre and topic, that the members found it rather difficult to link the songs together, to great amusement and enjoyment from the audience.

I found it rather odd that an acapella group would have a concert on an open-air rooftop, and I was a little disappointed with their sound setup of just two tripod-mounted speakers.

Perhaps it was cause of the environment that I didn't enjoy the concert fully. Sure, there were a couple of renditions that were refreshing, but the banter between pieces was weak and often, cold. Or, it could be that I attended the second night concert thus the reason for their fatigued tones and rather lacking-in-enthusiam voices.

The concert started off with great expectations but failed to deliver. The first few pieces were flat, but the standard rose over time. Slowly but surely, the group managed to find their footing (or pitch) and climaxed with their encore.

Honestly, one of their best pieces was their encore choice; an ABBA medley. Maybe they put all their heart and soul in it because they knew it signalled the end of their two hour long concert.

While they should be applauded for a long (by my standards) concert, they might consider just having a one night concert in the future, at a bigger indoor venue.

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Love The Way You Lie - MASHUP (free mp3!)

Parenting

I've been thinking about parenting recently.
Not that I want to be a parent,
but what sort of parent I should be.

And so I've decided.
I would definitely want to cultivate a free speech policy at home
And where trust is there, and we can share what we want.
Though I am skeptical about this,
cause when they become teens,
they would definitely want their own space.
And it would be totally totally require a lot of self-control
not to pry into their lives and fuss over every single thing.

I think I would want one boy and one girl.

And maybe there'll be a no-holds meeting on a particular day every week.
Like can talk about anything, and I will promise not to hold anything back.
Whether it be 'Why I can't have a wii for christmas' 'Can i get more pocket money'.

I envision a family that's bonded by transparency.
They will know how much I earn
How much of it is allocated to them.
They will be responsible and we can all check each others' finances
without worry.

We might set ground rules,
like maybe each person's phone will be private.
Or each computer account will be private sorta thing.

I envision a rather free family though.
Where there ain't any sexual or intelligence biasness.
No comparison, but freedom to pursue one's own interests.
And I'll talk to them about sex.
In fact, me and my wife will.
To both of them.
A family where among the things we celebrate
would be coming-of-age too.
Celebrate my daughter's first period.
I wonder what a guy's coming-of-age requirement is.
I mean, I want it to be free and no holds barred.
Like maybe my daughter will go 'eh dad my period's here. Can help me buy some pads'
That sorta thing.
That their maturing bodies isn't a bad thing.
That it's alright to talk about such stuff.
Or 'hey dad my girlfriend coming over to stay, can a not?'
And I'll be like sure. Want to on the aircon not?
Instead of, 'uhm get your own pads la. how old liao!'
or 'oh. where's she from. how old. how long have you been together. leave the door open ah!'

And in case you're wondering, why a bit emphasis on periods,
it's a slight influence of the mensinmenstruaton link a couple of posts ago.

I would like that freedom in a family.

Fantasy or reality?

Babies toddlers

If babies or toddlers are influenced by what they see and hear,
and what they see the most are usually ceilings and designs on their mothers' shirts,
then wouldn't it be beneficial to have educational materials on such places?

Like rainbows on ceiling
Or twinkling stars,
Or colorful symbols printed on shirts,
Letters of the alphabet embossed,
Numbers emblazoned.

Imagine a wanderer,

Imagine a wanderer

Walking through the lands
On his own
Just a staff for company
And a load of rocks
on his back.

Why rocks you say?
Well they are his secrets
Dirty little secrets
Each don't weigh much
But when accumulated
They drag him down.

Small and sharp,
They cut into his skin
Scars self afflicted
Yet he bears all
And walks through the land.

Till one day, he meets
a girl walking
With a sackful of rocks on her back.
Blood dripping down her back
Drop by drop
Yet she shoulders them all
And walks with a smile.

So, the question remains.
Will they walk together hand in hand
With rocks on their back
Together they will withstand.

Or each will walk his lonely path
of shame and suffering
of eternal wandering
till perhaps they meet again.

Men in Menstruation

I just came across this blog that made a rather interesting read.

http://meninmenstruation.wordpress.com/

Don't ask how I stumbled across it, though strangely I kind-of relate to him.

I find it right insightful though. I mean, his godsisters tell him when their periods come, and he even records it down on a calender. It's like as if he's their father or uh period manager. Which I suppose isn't all that bad for his girls, because they don't really need to worry about bringing out pads or being caught off-guard. Just ask him to bring some. Though I kinda bet he already brings a few in his bag around nearer their periods.

I doubt it would ever happen over here though. Too socially-shy and all. Though I would definitely keep track of my girlfriend's dates so I know when not to go out, or when to ask if she wants a hot drink instead of a cold one. Simple things, you know.

Besides, I really agree with the writer about how it shouldn't be so gender-biased. Perhaps we should talk about it more. But what to do?! We are brought up in a conservative society what.

Though I definitely would try to cultivate an open concept within my family. Periods, sex, and low birth rates. Transparency would be good too I think.

Grow Up

To see them think for themselves
To see the cogs in their mind
Turning, whirling

Some turn later
Some turn slower
Others earlier
Others faster

But they all turn.

A journey each has to make on his or her own
A self-identity crisis I call it.

Where they learn about themselves
And make crucial decisions
In thinking,
In deeds,
In actions,
That will affect them for the rest
of their life.

I can only guide
Watch from afar
And smile to see
them grow up.

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire in thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art?
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand, and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake

Sandcastle

I watched sandcastle today.

It's a locally-produced film that's airing in GV. I personally think it's awesome that GV shows local films because it makes such films more easily accessible to the public.

Local films are a challenge because you never know what to expect. For example, western films are usually action or romance or comedy. Local films tend to fit into none of these genres. They usually try to cover more than one, or none at all, in this case, none at all.

To put it simply, Sandcastle is a reflection of life in Singapore that comes a bit too late.

An 18 year old male stays at his grandparents house for two weeks because his home is undergoing renovation. His dad died of cancer a few years ago and his mum is going to china. He doesn't speak dialect which is his grandparents' main language so they communicate in a mixture of silence and mandarin.

Death occurs, and along with it is his self-exploration into the idea of family, as he copes with lust, responsibility, and filial piety. Oh, and he also learns of a link between his father and a communist riot in the mid 50s in Singapore.

The film's pace could have gone faster a bit, because it does get draggy at times, and I yawned thrice during the movie. While plenty of themes were touched on, perhaps a few could have been explored more indepthly.

That said, i'm thankful the show was only 90 minutes because I would have dozed off if it were any longer.

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