The faux graffiti that gave it a look of urbanism,
The square buildings with an unnatural amount of portals
Leading out to certainity,
The common average teenager,
Absolutely sure of the belief,
The belief that they were individual,
That they weren’t part of another mass,
The same everywheres,
The same angers, the same fear, the same destructions,
Too much drink? Too much belief,
In the true individual,
When all you are is another clone,
Manufactured by MTV, designed by Apple,
Bought by you.
The sheer belief, the faith in the spirit of the self,
How sad,
A higher power would’ve scoffed at them,
And extended a hand, a hand to relieve them,
Give them a reason, give them a simple truth,
Anything to take away their ennui.
Mr. Hippie, when all you really are,
Another product of misguided idiocy,
Masquerading as a higher intelligence,
Laziness is not a way to lead your life,
The state cannot provide for those,
Who should be providing for themselves.
Take a look at the smiles,
They are particularly truthful,
Coming from babies, they hide nothing,
Coming from the teenagers, they tell of their fears, their angst, their sexual frustrations,
Coming from adults, they tell you the truth:
How rare it is to actually find the truth.
I prefer a sack of loaves to tell my story,
The sack of loaves,
Sitting next to me,
Giving off a scent of sambal,
Heh, I bet He didn’t get it that good,
And I am grateful for living in a lack of lacking.
I should stop wanting so much,
For it obscures the fact that I have more than enough,
And find little else wanting.
Alone.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
The Slow Dances
Convulsions,
Developments that he never,
anticipated,
cheggit,
OoooO
She thought about how it might have been,
and he wondered how it must have been,
she spent her days travelling,
he wished he could remember his travails,
she understood,
he defenestrated all notions of even comprehending.
The smooth jazz trumpet,
gave his heart a fillip,
OoooO
That's the way he liked to be touched,
OoooO
Her every dance made him fantacise,
And there were places
places that he let his eyes roam to,
that wouldn't have been
allowed in public places,
his mind wondered,
his soul a mess of desiry thirst,
tonight he would drink from the cup,
of lonely self-satisfaction.
The CRASHING, SCREAMING halt,
that brought him to his senses,
and awakened him to the light of,
Manly rationality,
the awareness that
it was a sweet, sober and yet melancholic
finish
like Valrhona. It left no trace of an aftertaste,
just the bittersweet memory.
He stood,
and raised his appendages,
and applauded,
the woman who brought to life all the,
pains, all the furies, the malcontents, the
described and impossible.
He knew it was time to go,
and yet he lingered,
his eyes straying,
one last time to
the slow dance,
record.
Developments that he never,
anticipated,
cheggit,
OoooO
She thought about how it might have been,
and he wondered how it must have been,
she spent her days travelling,
he wished he could remember his travails,
she understood,
he defenestrated all notions of even comprehending.
The smooth jazz trumpet,
gave his heart a fillip,
OoooO
That's the way he liked to be touched,
OoooO
Her every dance made him fantacise,
And there were places
places that he let his eyes roam to,
that wouldn't have been
allowed in public places,
his mind wondered,
his soul a mess of desiry thirst,
tonight he would drink from the cup,
of lonely self-satisfaction.
The CRASHING, SCREAMING halt,
that brought him to his senses,
and awakened him to the light of,
Manly rationality,
the awareness that
it was a sweet, sober and yet melancholic
finish
like Valrhona. It left no trace of an aftertaste,
just the bittersweet memory.
He stood,
and raised his appendages,
and applauded,
the woman who brought to life all the,
pains, all the furies, the malcontents, the
described and impossible.
He knew it was time to go,
and yet he lingered,
his eyes straying,
one last time to
the slow dance,
record.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
SMUN and a Quick Update
Ok, First up, latest news, I have a nice haircut and somehow I've managed to get my hair to become soft again but I think I still will have to condition it a lot, argh. And I finished a carton of Sobe Soy Bean Milk just now, so delish, but its like 1 whole litre of it. Lol. I also have the worst suntan in the history of mankind, why you may ask? Well as one stands in the sun for hours as one trains for the National Day Parade without the blessed protection of Sunblock, one's tan will develop in the shape of one's bent arms, or one's uniform's sleeves/collar. Thus I have a V-shaped burn on my neck, and like this ass shaped one on my forearm and triceps. Anyway...
Came back from SMUN yesterday and seriously I was amazed at how great the event was, I mean yeah, there were some organisation and logistical difficulties, but I pardon them because they were organised by students for students and didn't have the guiding light of a dictatorial bureaucrat, a.k.a a teacher.
Anyway, Just a few points I have to make and hope that the Singaporean censors won't get to me,
1) JC students in Singapore have CHANGED, i mean really, I always had this stereotype in my mind that JC students here were like muggalicious and totally unable to have fun, and right wingers, but it turns out they can have fun, and being a mugger is actually cool because it means when you relax-ay-voo you REALLY relax, and lastly, well I haven't asked them bout their political opinions but they seem pretty liberal
2) I am not that different from them. Lol DUH right? But I was totally afraid that I'd be like the big tall guy who speaks with a funny accent and should be laughed at, but the people there were really quite accepting and completely easy to get along with, of course it probably helped that I was completely shameless at the conference and like did all kinds of embarrassing things.
3) If this is the direction Singapore, and Singaporeans are taking with regards to their political world view, and their view of themselves in the world, then I can say that I'm truly proud to be Singaporean, there's no lack of enthusiasm for engaging with world issues, and definitely a desire to know, about history, about the future, about 'most anything, and not just memorising f=ma or an-ions and cat-ions
and Lastly) F.A.M., the Food Aligned Movement, with its 6 or so permanent members will declare itself ready to eat and travel the distance to eat. We shall meet and enjoy the pleasures that comes with imbibing and quaffing and devouring.
Pictures attached above
Came back from SMUN yesterday and seriously I was amazed at how great the event was, I mean yeah, there were some organisation and logistical difficulties, but I pardon them because they were organised by students for students and didn't have the guiding light of a dictatorial bureaucrat, a.k.a a teacher.
Anyway, Just a few points I have to make and hope that the Singaporean censors won't get to me,
1) JC students in Singapore have CHANGED, i mean really, I always had this stereotype in my mind that JC students here were like muggalicious and totally unable to have fun, and right wingers, but it turns out they can have fun, and being a mugger is actually cool because it means when you relax-ay-voo you REALLY relax, and lastly, well I haven't asked them bout their political opinions but they seem pretty liberal
2) I am not that different from them. Lol DUH right? But I was totally afraid that I'd be like the big tall guy who speaks with a funny accent and should be laughed at, but the people there were really quite accepting and completely easy to get along with, of course it probably helped that I was completely shameless at the conference and like did all kinds of embarrassing things.
3) If this is the direction Singapore, and Singaporeans are taking with regards to their political world view, and their view of themselves in the world, then I can say that I'm truly proud to be Singaporean, there's no lack of enthusiasm for engaging with world issues, and definitely a desire to know, about history, about the future, about 'most anything, and not just memorising f=ma or an-ions and cat-ions
and Lastly) F.A.M., the Food Aligned Movement, with its 6 or so permanent members will declare itself ready to eat and travel the distance to eat. We shall meet and enjoy the pleasures that comes with imbibing and quaffing and devouring.
Pictures attached above
Friday, May 11, 2007
I *Heart* USA
The trip started in the city of San Francisco. There were so many things, some beautiful some not so beautiful but definately flavourful. Anyway here's how it all started. My trip began at San Francisco airport, where just like the last time I was there Mayor Gavin Newsom Welcomed me to SF. Interesting. Anyway, by the time we got to the hotel and had dinner it was Tres late and so I slept.
The jetlag woke me at 4ish and I started writing my letter to my foreign shall we said pen pals. They have been such a great crutch for my little, nay, socially crippling idiosyncrasies. But anyway, the next day was filled with much though.
In the morning I visited UC, Berkeley (Tkx Wayne). (Btw, I've decided to post up just one photo each for each location if not it'd be insane, the sheer amount of pictures I have.)
It was not at all like... I shalt not mention its name here for it will earn me Hisses. But it definately had great character. Beautiful doesn't quite describe it, its sub-urban, hippie, bohemian, RENT-like, etc etc. So many things. I can totally see myself studying here. First... Getting IN!
Next we visited Stanford. Which was also really great, but in a totally different way. I mean there was like this row of Palm trees, almost Hollywood-esqe Avenue of PALM trees, and it opens up into this great looking Garden, which frames this brown... coloured... building, try to say THAT gracefully!
After my Lunch, I was whizzed off to Powell Street Station where I met the fantastic Victoria Lim! But of course the first thing we were to see, a dude standing on the box, SCREAMING at the top of his voice that Jesus was here to save us all and to put our faith in the Lord. Seeing as I've recently found spirituality, it was not only disconcerting but mildly scary. We hurried our way to the bus stop and grabbed a bus down to Vic's school. And contrary to popular belief, there actually exists workable public transport in the US of A! It really just depends on the city I guess... Anyway, we hit her University first, (University of San Francisco). Where the drinks are expensive and the dorms nice and cozy. Which is just another way of saying that SF has the second highest standard of living in the USA, and the rooms are small. Sorry Vic!
This is the view from outside SFU's Law library, the other pictures were also quite good but somehow, I thought this captures SF so well!
After hitting her Dorm, we left SFU's hallowed and well trodden and mildly graffitied grounds, to go visit the Gay Mecca, A.K.A Castro. Definately a sight that has to be seen for one's self to be believed. It sorta had a carnival atmosphere even though it was just another day really. The Starbucks there was like the place to cruise and be cruised. And I got novelty gifts for the girls back home, You know who you are;)
After some trolling, we hit Fisherman's Wharf, yes, the touristy place, the place where if I had been in a right frame of mind wouldn't have dreamed of hitting. Yes. Well! Dinner though was good and I had a great time with Wayne as well. 林家团圆!
Ok. Moving along to Atlanta, as we had only one night in the great city of SF, (I know, I know but I HAVE been to SF and by now its like... yeah I've seen much of it already, though of course not the underbelly, that I'll leave to Vic and Wayne on my next trip;)
Atlanta was interesting, upon landing I was treated to a nice long ride through wide expanses of Highway, surrounded by trees. Definitely a much different sight from SF. We hit several places in Atlanta, Emory Uni, Georgia Aquarium, and of course, the CNN Headquarters. I'm just gonna skip the narrative, since I've already run to like ... Pages Lol.
First, SFO Airport where I left my Dad, he went to Colorado. Don't even know if I'm spelling this right. He looks ... either constipated or annoyed at my taking a photo of him. Can't be the latter coz I'm such a nice guy so he's constipated, yeah. That's what he is...
That's the back of Candice and her sister Ying. See the Shark? Btw, Candice is my cousin. Debater. But not in the way the rest of the world does it. Silly Americans wanting to be different.
The jetlag woke me at 4ish and I started writing my letter to my foreign shall we said pen pals. They have been such a great crutch for my little, nay, socially crippling idiosyncrasies. But anyway, the next day was filled with much though.
In the morning I visited UC, Berkeley (Tkx Wayne). (Btw, I've decided to post up just one photo each for each location if not it'd be insane, the sheer amount of pictures I have.)
It was not at all like... I shalt not mention its name here for it will earn me Hisses. But it definately had great character. Beautiful doesn't quite describe it, its sub-urban, hippie, bohemian, RENT-like, etc etc. So many things. I can totally see myself studying here. First... Getting IN!
Next we visited Stanford. Which was also really great, but in a totally different way. I mean there was like this row of Palm trees, almost Hollywood-esqe Avenue of PALM trees, and it opens up into this great looking Garden, which frames this brown... coloured... building, try to say THAT gracefully!
After my Lunch, I was whizzed off to Powell Street Station where I met the fantastic Victoria Lim! But of course the first thing we were to see, a dude standing on the box, SCREAMING at the top of his voice that Jesus was here to save us all and to put our faith in the Lord. Seeing as I've recently found spirituality, it was not only disconcerting but mildly scary. We hurried our way to the bus stop and grabbed a bus down to Vic's school. And contrary to popular belief, there actually exists workable public transport in the US of A! It really just depends on the city I guess... Anyway, we hit her University first, (University of San Francisco). Where the drinks are expensive and the dorms nice and cozy. Which is just another way of saying that SF has the second highest standard of living in the USA, and the rooms are small. Sorry Vic!
This is the view from outside SFU's Law library, the other pictures were also quite good but somehow, I thought this captures SF so well!
After hitting her Dorm, we left SFU's hallowed and well trodden and mildly graffitied grounds, to go visit the Gay Mecca, A.K.A Castro. Definately a sight that has to be seen for one's self to be believed. It sorta had a carnival atmosphere even though it was just another day really. The Starbucks there was like the place to cruise and be cruised. And I got novelty gifts for the girls back home, You know who you are;)
After some trolling, we hit Fisherman's Wharf, yes, the touristy place, the place where if I had been in a right frame of mind wouldn't have dreamed of hitting. Yes. Well! Dinner though was good and I had a great time with Wayne as well. 林家团圆!Ok. Moving along to Atlanta, as we had only one night in the great city of SF, (I know, I know but I HAVE been to SF and by now its like... yeah I've seen much of it already, though of course not the underbelly, that I'll leave to Vic and Wayne on my next trip;)
Atlanta was interesting, upon landing I was treated to a nice long ride through wide expanses of Highway, surrounded by trees. Definitely a much different sight from SF. We hit several places in Atlanta, Emory Uni, Georgia Aquarium, and of course, the CNN Headquarters. I'm just gonna skip the narrative, since I've already run to like ... Pages Lol.
First, SFO Airport where I left my Dad, he went to Colorado. Don't even know if I'm spelling this right. He looks ... either constipated or annoyed at my taking a photo of him. Can't be the latter coz I'm such a nice guy so he's constipated, yeah. That's what he is...
That's the back of Candice and her sister Ying. See the Shark? Btw, Candice is my cousin. Debater. But not in the way the rest of the world does it. Silly Americans wanting to be different.
Centennial Olympic Park and Xiao Gu
Inside the CNN HQ
Julie's Bakery, Had good CURRY PUFFs of all things. They're Jamaican, had a fun accent. Had to take a photo.
Cookie on my Lap. Why Delta, turns out to be the most special flight I've had in my life. That was the very day that Delta emerged from Chapter 11, and could start trading their stocks on Wall Street. So celebrations all round and all the passengers had champagne. What are the odds eh?
First glimpse of New York, a Tunnel. Why, coz we landed in Newark, New Jersey, thats why!
The New York Museum of Modern Art, first stop on our trip to New York. The MOMA for crying out loud! Had lunch at a classic New York Deli, I can't remember the name, but I had a meatball sandwich. Boy oh BOY what a sandwich.
Sec-Gens of the UN
Couple of the most significant buildings in the history of Humanity.
What kinda expression is that, Hue?! Us, at Les Halles Park Avenue. Yes, Anthony Bourdain's Les Halles, THE Les Halles.
Yes, that's THE Parsons New school for Design. Can't quite tell from here, but that is where the fabulous Tim Gunn would offer advice to his disciples and remind them to Carry On.
Times Square wouldn't be Times Square without a semi-naked guy lounging on a billboard somewhere now would it?
Shubert Theatre, Home of Spamalot. Yes, We watched Spamalot, yes, it was everything I wished it was and MORE! Yes! I've arrived, I can finally say I've seen a show on BROADWAY! And NOT any old show! The 2005 Tony award Winner for best Musical!
Grand Central TERMINAL not Station as it is commonly called.
A sculpture at the site of the World Trade Center. Now a memorial, albeit slightly damaged.
30 Rockefeller Center. The site of NBC's studios in NYC and home to the Today show, and SNL!
The Definitive Apple Store!
R2D2 MailBOX!And I shall now end with a picture of Atlas, supporting the globe on his back. Whoot!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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