It's nice to know that there's someone out there who's got your back. Or has a strong enough sense of what being a gentleman is all about to be willing to punch someone out for you.
Call me psychotic, but I think that's sweet. Not to mention noble and well.....all the qualities I want in a big brother...hehe.....okaylah.....not all. But a very important bit. Hey, it shows he cares enough about you to land himself in jail. That or he's just a sociopath and mass murderer waiting to happen...and to me....that's also a good thing. hehe.....
There has been slight mentions of things of old being lost in this brave new age of ours, an age of equality and much cynicism. So it's nice to know that something like chivalry, if you'll call it that and I do, is still around and some guys still know how to be a gentleman.
Monday 29 October 2007
Sunday 28 October 2007
5 am
It' 517am and I'm sitting here...in the lounge area of my latest Singaporean boutique-ish hotel conquest - hangout @ mt.emily - too wired from reading Scott Westerfeld's Specials to sleep properly....thoughts and speech patterns of my latest movie obsession Brick racing through my brain....
I'm suppose to be up at 8-ish so that I can make full use of my stay here at hangout...since it provides me with complimentary breakfasts....but I'm just too wired to sleep....either that...or the Lemsip Max Cold & Flu pills I took for the sickness that threatened to wrack my body Friday evening's keeping me awake because of it's stupid 'non-drowsy' formula......totally bogus-making...
Specials is an awesome series.....really more that your usual YA fiction......very thinking-teen as I like to say and use nowadays....very much like Disturbia and Brick.... This should be the wave of the future....how stuff should be for teens....heavens knows we need less bubbleheads and more....
In the wake of Specials and Brick...Specials particularly...since it's got more solid of love story of sorts......I'm forced to reflect on my certain non-existent love life......as usual.......I mean what else keeps me awake at night? It's never been unfinished work....tho there has been the occasional worry about productions and the state of my non-existent career but that's for a another post....now on to the love life.......Are my standards too high? Hey I can't help it if I need a healthy dose of beauty and brains in my man....sadly tho...that combo doesn't come very often...and when it does..as it has now....there's just something abso-fuking-lutely fleeting about the f-ing encounter.......flippant almost......very short term-ish feel.......very not what I need......tho after a 6 year drought, I'm kinda in a taking whatever I can get kinda mood...... something's better than nothing, right? Tho I'm sure Mark'll beg to differ.......but he's got a girlfriend...so he's one to talk......It's not like I enjoy being an emotional masochist...tho the very word masochist means you revel in giving yourself pain.....so the above statement's an oxymoron......plus I love a good bittersweet/tragic romance as much as, and perhaps more than, the next girl......but whatever........
Okay...sleep if finally beckoning...it's either that or I was just hungry and the Ritz bits Sandwiches coupled with Pokka Green Tea's really hitting the spot......whatever it is...I'm not complaining......so off to sleep it is......
So Good Morning Singapore!
I'm suppose to be up at 8-ish so that I can make full use of my stay here at hangout...since it provides me with complimentary breakfasts....but I'm just too wired to sleep....either that...or the Lemsip Max Cold & Flu pills I took for the sickness that threatened to wrack my body Friday evening's keeping me awake because of it's stupid 'non-drowsy' formula......totally bogus-making...
Specials is an awesome series.....really more that your usual YA fiction......very thinking-teen as I like to say and use nowadays....very much like Disturbia and Brick.... This should be the wave of the future....how stuff should be for teens....heavens knows we need less bubbleheads and more....
In the wake of Specials and Brick...Specials particularly...since it's got more solid of love story of sorts......I'm forced to reflect on my certain non-existent love life......as usual.......I mean what else keeps me awake at night? It's never been unfinished work....tho there has been the occasional worry about productions and the state of my non-existent career but that's for a another post....now on to the love life.......Are my standards too high? Hey I can't help it if I need a healthy dose of beauty and brains in my man....sadly tho...that combo doesn't come very often...and when it does..as it has now....there's just something abso-fuking-lutely fleeting about the f-ing encounter.......flippant almost......very short term-ish feel.......very not what I need......tho after a 6 year drought, I'm kinda in a taking whatever I can get kinda mood...... something's better than nothing, right? Tho I'm sure Mark'll beg to differ.......but he's got a girlfriend...so he's one to talk......It's not like I enjoy being an emotional masochist...tho the very word masochist means you revel in giving yourself pain.....so the above statement's an oxymoron......plus I love a good bittersweet/tragic romance as much as, and perhaps more than, the next girl......but whatever........
Okay...sleep if finally beckoning...it's either that or I was just hungry and the Ritz bits Sandwiches coupled with Pokka Green Tea's really hitting the spot......whatever it is...I'm not complaining......so off to sleep it is......
So Good Morning Singapore!
Thursday 25 October 2007
More Poetry!
desolation
the vast emptiness of my inner sanctum
fallen angel
stripped of wings
feathers falling from wings unseen
forgotten
lost
isolation in a crowd
the need for an outlet
a scream in the dead of night
tears cloud the eye
my mind
my heart
a barren wasteland
hopelessness
desolation
isolation
here comes the light
where is the light?
i want
the dark
the cover
of night
of rain
everything means something else to someone else
the insane inane ramblings of a soul
wandering
lusting
doing nothing
wanting everything
what am i doing?
end of the road
hope?
for not……………………..?
the vast emptiness of my inner sanctum
fallen angel
stripped of wings
feathers falling from wings unseen
forgotten
lost
isolation in a crowd
the need for an outlet
a scream in the dead of night
tears cloud the eye
my mind
my heart
a barren wasteland
hopelessness
desolation
isolation
here comes the light
where is the light?
i want
the dark
the cover
of night
of rain
everything means something else to someone else
the insane inane ramblings of a soul
wandering
lusting
doing nothing
wanting everything
what am i doing?
end of the road
hope?
for not……………………..?
Poetry in Motion
Went to No Black Tie yesterday to check out Wayang Kata, now in it's fourth installment. Mostly coz Ron invited me on Facebook, then found out that Zalikha was performing...then finally that Ron was too....so it was that coupled with the party Malik invited me to next door.......so setlah.....an evening it was....
I sat there in the dimly lit No Black Tie, barely knowing a soul who was there personally, only by reputation, clinging to the tenuous connection I had to David till Ikha finished her set and I was able to move and sit with her, I absorbed the marvel that is spoken word. This is isn't my first encounter with it. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I was there too at that inaugural spoken word event at the stiflingly stuffy and sardine packed La Bodega at Changkat Bukit Bingtang, witnessing Francesca Beard along with most of the people present at No Black Tie tonight. It didn't make me feel any easier tho. I just couldn't help feeling out of my depth. But as I sat there listening to others spout pictures made of words and watched my own junior stand up there and recite her own words, I couldn't help but be reminded that I too once dabbled oh so long ago. All that coupled with the fact that darling EuGene reminded me as much that very afternoon over MSN.....
So that got me to thinking.......and that got me to looking......I went home and looked through the stuff I had did for Bernice during that period right after that first spoken word event....remember now that she was rather disappointed that I didn't do poetry for my final assignment....hhmm..........and found my favourite one........it has no tittle...or had.....for now I've decided to give it one......I have to warn you.....it will of course be...rather.....unpolished.....but here it is anyways......
Tabako (tobacco in Japanese)
your presence reeks of tobacco,
half smoked cigarettes
under a starless sky.
the cigarettes butts smolder
in the ash tray of my life
like my affections for you.
half awake and half dead.
an on and off affair that I wish
would leave me
my dreams are plagued
by visions of you
smoking, filling my mind’s eye
with tobacco
threatening to engulf me.
it hurts my eyes and makes me
want to cry but i don’t
my eyes tear as saline threatens
to fall
i started smoking
because of you.
and countless others like you
my unattainable smoking angel army
each smelling of marlboros and dunhills
each stirring and unachievable
yet right in front of me, tempting me
i sigh as i exhale
my breath of toxic smoke.
it coils around me
like the serpent in the garden.
never letting go
I sat there in the dimly lit No Black Tie, barely knowing a soul who was there personally, only by reputation, clinging to the tenuous connection I had to David till Ikha finished her set and I was able to move and sit with her, I absorbed the marvel that is spoken word. This is isn't my first encounter with it. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I was there too at that inaugural spoken word event at the stiflingly stuffy and sardine packed La Bodega at Changkat Bukit Bingtang, witnessing Francesca Beard along with most of the people present at No Black Tie tonight. It didn't make me feel any easier tho. I just couldn't help feeling out of my depth. But as I sat there listening to others spout pictures made of words and watched my own junior stand up there and recite her own words, I couldn't help but be reminded that I too once dabbled oh so long ago. All that coupled with the fact that darling EuGene reminded me as much that very afternoon over MSN.....
So that got me to thinking.......and that got me to looking......I went home and looked through the stuff I had did for Bernice during that period right after that first spoken word event....remember now that she was rather disappointed that I didn't do poetry for my final assignment....hhmm..........and found my favourite one........it has no tittle...or had.....for now I've decided to give it one......I have to warn you.....it will of course be...rather.....unpolished.....but here it is anyways......
Tabako (tobacco in Japanese)
your presence reeks of tobacco,
half smoked cigarettes
under a starless sky.
the cigarettes butts smolder
in the ash tray of my life
like my affections for you.
half awake and half dead.
an on and off affair that I wish
would leave me
my dreams are plagued
by visions of you
smoking, filling my mind’s eye
with tobacco
threatening to engulf me.
it hurts my eyes and makes me
want to cry but i don’t
my eyes tear as saline threatens
to fall
i started smoking
because of you.
and countless others like you
my unattainable smoking angel army
each smelling of marlboros and dunhills
each stirring and unachievable
yet right in front of me, tempting me
i sigh as i exhale
my breath of toxic smoke.
it coils around me
like the serpent in the garden.
never letting go
Paolo Plug # 2 - Bent Out of Shape by Paolo Delfino
the sunlight burns my eyes
no cure for broken pride
i've got another side
that i wanna show - to - you
been singing out of tune
can't seem to put the words in motion
been crying like a loon
bent out of shape by misdirection
and i, i said to you
i told you things that were never meant to make me hurt my pride
i've got nowhere to hide
the sunlight burns my eyes
no cure for broken pride
i've got another side
that i wanna show - to - you
you're calling it a fluke
but i never meant to let you down
i'm falling out of loop
now i've got to leave this crazy town
cos i, i said to you
i told you things that were never meant to make me hurt my pride
i've got nowhere to hide
i'm pretty sure that this won't last
i can't escape my broken past
i've got to leave this crazy town
Check out Paolo's Music on MySpace @ myspace.com/paolodelfino
no cure for broken pride
i've got another side
that i wanna show - to - you
been singing out of tune
can't seem to put the words in motion
been crying like a loon
bent out of shape by misdirection
and i, i said to you
i told you things that were never meant to make me hurt my pride
i've got nowhere to hide
the sunlight burns my eyes
no cure for broken pride
i've got another side
that i wanna show - to - you
you're calling it a fluke
but i never meant to let you down
i'm falling out of loop
now i've got to leave this crazy town
cos i, i said to you
i told you things that were never meant to make me hurt my pride
i've got nowhere to hide
i'm pretty sure that this won't last
i can't escape my broken past
i've got to leave this crazy town
Check out Paolo's Music on MySpace @ myspace.com/paolodelfino
Paolo Plug #1 - Little Things by Paolo Delfino
it's not the cars you drive
not the flashy title on your tabletop
the fancy clothes you wear or the way you do your hair up
oh i don't know, maybe it's just me
but i believe a little kid would know what to do
doesn't need that a crutch or is cos we forgot
the simple things we're meant to do
we eat and we drink
sometimes the problem is we just don't think
nobody knows
how this world got so complicated
but i'll tell right now
i don't need fancy titles or all your bling-bling
if you just can't be nice then that just doesn't swing
i don't count pennies or all the fancy things that you do
you're given a lifetime
to do the little things that you should do
won't you stay on a while
stop and smell the flowers by the roadside
martha's busy washing and she can't decide
to stay or to go
don't let me say i told you so
perhaps you thought you needed it that much
it was never meant to be this complex
living in your bottled drinks labled "life's regrets"
i haven't sold my soul yet
if only i counted the price i would pay
nobody knew
that life could be so disappointing
but i'll tell right now
i don't need fancy titles or all your bling-bling
if you just can't be nice then that just doesn't swing
i don't check ratings and i don't read your accolades
only good for a ride at the penny arcade
i don't count fame and i don't care bout the trophies you won
the end of the day you go back to square one
i don't count pennies or all the fancy things that you do
you're given a lifetime
to do the little things that you should do
Check out Paolo Delfino's music @ www.myspace.com/paolodelfino
not the flashy title on your tabletop
the fancy clothes you wear or the way you do your hair up
oh i don't know, maybe it's just me
but i believe a little kid would know what to do
doesn't need that a crutch or is cos we forgot
the simple things we're meant to do
we eat and we drink
sometimes the problem is we just don't think
nobody knows
how this world got so complicated
but i'll tell right now
i don't need fancy titles or all your bling-bling
if you just can't be nice then that just doesn't swing
i don't count pennies or all the fancy things that you do
you're given a lifetime
to do the little things that you should do
won't you stay on a while
stop and smell the flowers by the roadside
martha's busy washing and she can't decide
to stay or to go
don't let me say i told you so
perhaps you thought you needed it that much
it was never meant to be this complex
living in your bottled drinks labled "life's regrets"
i haven't sold my soul yet
if only i counted the price i would pay
nobody knew
that life could be so disappointing
but i'll tell right now
i don't need fancy titles or all your bling-bling
if you just can't be nice then that just doesn't swing
i don't check ratings and i don't read your accolades
only good for a ride at the penny arcade
i don't count fame and i don't care bout the trophies you won
the end of the day you go back to square one
i don't count pennies or all the fancy things that you do
you're given a lifetime
to do the little things that you should do
Check out Paolo Delfino's music @ www.myspace.com/paolodelfino
Monday 8 October 2007
Ramly Burger Song
Check out my friends' entry for the Drive 4 Food campaign.......
Ramly Burger Song....featuring the talents of Raz and Ryan......yes i know there are other people..but i only know these two buggers...so yea!
Ramly Burger Song....featuring the talents of Raz and Ryan......yes i know there are other people..but i only know these two buggers...so yea!
Missed the beat....
OH MY GAWD............HOW IN THE BLOODY WORLD COULD I HAVE MISSED THE HANDS PERCUSSION 10TH ANNIVERSARY SHOW? HOW WILL I EVER LIVE WITH MYSELF......
For the uninitiated...Hands Percussion is the most rocking music performance troupe in town....I mean......it's all just drums.....but wonderfully choreographed........ it's just amazing to watch!! And last weekend was their 10th annivesary show....AND I MISSED IT!!!
I was like...ooo...must go watch.....must go watch...but I completely forgot about it!!! in all the madness that was my last week.....
Please please please Hand Percussion PLEASE DO A SHOW IN GENTING..........yes...I am fully willing to pay cut throat prices to see them......they are that good.......
For the uninitiated...Hands Percussion is the most rocking music performance troupe in town....I mean......it's all just drums.....but wonderfully choreographed........ it's just amazing to watch!! And last weekend was their 10th annivesary show....AND I MISSED IT!!!
I was like...ooo...must go watch.....must go watch...but I completely forgot about it!!! in all the madness that was my last week.....
Please please please Hand Percussion PLEASE DO A SHOW IN GENTING..........yes...I am fully willing to pay cut throat prices to see them......they are that good.......
Thursday 4 October 2007
A song to Andrew.....
北極星的眼淚 - 張棟樑
作詞：李念和 作曲：戴浪 編曲：Martin Tang
像斷了線 消失人海裡面
我的眼終於失去 你的臉
＊再等一會 奢望流星會出現
願 如果真的實現 愛能不能永遠
明天 或許來不及變
但曾經走過的昨天 越來越遠
＃北極星的眼淚 說不出的想念
原來我們活在 兩個世界
北極星的眼淚 你哭紅的雙眼
被淋濕的諾言 淹沒在心裡面
我抬頭看著 愛不見
Repeat ＊,＃
當對的人 等不到對的時間
就在放開雙手的瞬間 愛撕成兩邊
Repeat ＃
整個宇宙都 流眼淚
对不起....你永远都会是我这一身中.......最要好的.....知己。
作詞：李念和 作曲：戴浪 編曲：Martin Tang
像斷了線 消失人海裡面
我的眼終於失去 你的臉
＊再等一會 奢望流星會出現
願 如果真的實現 愛能不能永遠
明天 或許來不及變
但曾經走過的昨天 越來越遠
＃北極星的眼淚 說不出的想念
原來我們活在 兩個世界
北極星的眼淚 你哭紅的雙眼
被淋濕的諾言 淹沒在心裡面
我抬頭看著 愛不見
Repeat ＊,＃
當對的人 等不到對的時間
就在放開雙手的瞬間 愛撕成兩邊
Repeat ＃
整個宇宙都 流眼淚
对不起....你永远都会是我这一身中.......最要好的.....知己。
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