birdie gets a new cage






and this tastes okay, but it's kinda exp for just 5 wantons. so much for being lazy.

why my neighbors hate me.

oh damn. requested to remove some unreleased music.

I think it was almost two years ago when I posted a screenshot that shows itunes going, "Please connect only one ipod at a time".


Well. I didn't try until recently. Looks like they are able to support multiple ipods now.

daaaaamn. put it on hold please. till next year.

------------------------------------------------
Name your own plates soon for Singapore cars
ST 26/03/2007

ILUVROCK, BOND007 or even LIMTUATOW - these may be some of the special number plates on cars here, perhaps later this year.

Also called personalised or vanity plates, they are a common sight in many countries, including the US, Britain, Australia and Denmark.

They could hit Singapore's streets as soon as this year, sources told The Straits Times.

The Land Transport Authority said it is still working on details and has not decided on the implementation date.

'This came out of the blue and seems to be in line with the loosening of rules here,' an observer said.

In the meantime, said the LTA, it has been working with the motor trade industry and others to make changes to its systems to allow the use of personalised numbers on vehicles.

As in other countries where they are allowed, such plates are likely to cost quite a bit.

In Hongkong, tycoon Albert Yeung paid HK$13 million (S$2.5 million) for a simple '9', which in Cantonese connotes longevity. Other popular plates there include HANDSOME, K1NG and 1 LOVE U.

The Straits Times understands the LTA is studying various pricing options, but a flat fee is more likely than an auction system.

Various agencies such as the Housing Board, the Urban Redevelopment Authority and the Association of Hire Purchase are being informed of the plan.

'Apparently, the computer system needs to be upgraded to accommodate the changes,' said a spokesman for the Singapore Vehicle Traders Association.

The new number plate may take up to 12 characters - compared with the maximum eight now.

Motorists and dealers welcome the move.

Mr Glenn Tan, chief executive of Subaru agent MotorImage, said: 'It is a great idea. When I was studying in the States, I had a personalised number, TCH18. TCH are the initials for my Chinese name, Tan Chun Hong.'

Plates with offensive or sensitive messages are unlikely to be allowed. Five years ago, the LTA banned vowels in number plates in what was seen as a pre-emptive move to prevent SEX on Singapore's roads.

Anyway, TNMT is a rip-off. 13 ghosts. Half-life. Scorpion King.

And I wonder why sensei splinter doesn't have a missing right ear.

How original.

I like my things tidy and in order. Other than that, I'm pretty lazy.




These days I like to chuck things out.

I may like you undoubtedly, but I may never do more than like you.

Quoted

Pride is seeing the mother weep when I handcuff the arrestee before leading him away. That is when I can proudly tell myself I'm a policeman, upholding the law.

リア・ディゾン

Such an effed up day.

Problem with stores. Problem with some verification slips. Problem with a security token. Problem with updating particulars of personnel.

Got 'arrowed' to do work at a super bad timing. Can't help but to be grouchy.

And my 'siam-arrow' skill failed at the most critical moment. I did somewhat siam but to my regret, my colleagues had to do my work (I think). And that, does not feel good at all.

In fact. Yesterday. planning of some crap. drafts. proposals. checklists. And even when I was forced me to find an assistant to expediate the work, I defied on the pretext that too many cooks spoil the broth.

People in this service don't seem to cohabit properly. Come on. One's on the Need to Serve and Fuck-off basis. The other's there for the money. And no, helping people and airing it doesn't prove anything.


There are still lots of things left to do.






Anyway. Got 5 tracks churned out in about 3 hours. So tedious. But still. You can hardly find two exact pieces around. I don't think you can download a song with the mix of your choice unless it's really popular.

I heart trance; vocal trance.

Lots of things done wrong, bad choice of words, shameful deeds; undoable, unspeakable somewhat; nothing heinous though.



Fighting the Z monster. Trying to supress thoughts. Flinching when random happenings evoke memories. Wasting juices pondering rhetorical questions. Fearful thinking about the future. Wondering what was and is wrong and what could have been and can be done. Still.


I do yearn for a time machine, but I guess it would be slightly better off to pray for happiness and health.


But. Frankly speaking, I think it would be best if I can have all these.

BMW M3

BMW Z4

Honda Integra Type R DC5

Honda S2000

Mazda RX8

Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX

Nissan Fairlady 350z

Nissan Silvia S15

Nissan Skyline GT

Subaru Impreza WRX STI

Toyota Celica GT

Toyota FT-HS

Toyota Supra

I'm not greedy. Look. I didn't mention mercs. Nor ferraris. Porsches. Bentleys.

Consciousness passes from you after one last gasp for air.
You awake, but you find your body feels different, and the world about you is unfamiliar.

Stunned momentarily by the view, you stand staring at a realm seemingly infinite.
A world of mirrors, of reflections, of innermost selves.
A world of despair.

You come to a fork, one such as the many you have journeyed passed so often in the course of your existence. A crossroad of choices, leading to the unknown, choices which once are made are irreversible.

Having made the choice of path, forsaking the opportunity of another for this path, you journey to a turn in the path.
Thoughts race through your mind, what have you sacrificed for the choices you have ever made, as with the choice of the other path for this path.
Perhaps its all for naught.

A path straightforward, yet. Its destination unavoidable, confining you to its boundaries.
Be it for good or for the worst, its passengers are forced to accept it.
There is no choice, there is no hope.

A turn in the path. One unexpected yet expected, as turns are always there in paths. Turns unwanted, undesired that are to be obeyed, for stepping off the path leads to even worse destinations.

Why do all paths leads to emptiness, to despair? Why do all things in the end end in despair and emptiness?
It is because there is nothing. There is only despair at the end of the road.
She awaits you.

The tombs, resting place for which will soon rot to nothing. Thus it ends. And all comes here in its end. Amounting to nothing, only despair. You are blind. You see nothing. There are only feelings of direction and a sense of your surroundings. And there is nothing.

Life, often spoken off as sweet, kind, wonderous.
Yet how many living really open their eyes to see? To see the callousness, the misery, the pain and injustice of life. How many have the courage to have his eyes opened!
The despair of life itself.

Relationships, the causes of the many fronts we all have to invent and to wear at all times
The images that has to be precisely projected, least one becomes the laughing stock.
The pain and the utter humilation from a failed image.
True self is worst.

Family, they are but means of survival.
To a certain point in time. Then they transform and become parasites of your life, adding to the dismay that is already threatening to tear you apart.

The stories of love, great and romantic.
But, thats all they ever are and will be, mere stories, fairy tales to give false hopes, dreams to the foolish.
It plants the seed deep within each of its victims. When the time is ripe, it springs out in full bloom feeding on the pain and agony of love lost.

People, wolves in sheeps' clothings, all of them are.
Leeches that seeks out each and every opportunity to gain from one another no matter the price the other has to pay.
Misery, pain, even death of the other means nothing, only gains has a voice amongst people.

The purposes of gifts, momentor and token. They are there to remind the recipent that he or she owes the giver.
It is a boon, a demand, even a warning.
Gifts conveys all these messages.

The tale, complaint, woe that lies behind each gift. The thoughts, feelings, misery of the giver to wards the recipent.
The shout of anger, wrapped in beautiful ribbons, patiently waiting for the gains it expects for the gift.
Gifts being the deposit or trade of benefits.

All things, be material or immaterial, they crumble to dust one final day.
The chase, the effort, the sacrifices for such finite and limited society deemed neccessities, are they actually worth the pain?

Assets that we gather to ourselves over the years. Things both material and immaterial.
The time and effort, mental and physical energy, all spent in the rat race for assets.
Imagine the despair in failure, then imagine that despair you have given to so many who has failed in competition with you.

To have one who succeeds, there has to be a failure. Consider the failures you have forced down the throats of others to attain your own success!
The lives you have destroyed both conciously and unconciously.
The success you leeched off on the misery of others!



It shows nothing.

There is nothing.

They are nothing.

They prove nothing.

They amount to nothing.

They've given nothing.

It has nothing.

It leads to nothing.

Be surrounded by the despair that is real and has always been there.

Fall deep into Despair and relish in her embrace.

pasir ris park.
7am.


evidence that you don't need beer for a nice belly.

(i'm the photographer)

let's live each day, to the fullest. =)



Kanashimi no mukou kishi ni
Hohoemi ga aru toiu yo

Kanashimi no mukou kishi ni
Hohoemi ga aru to iu yo
Tadori tsuku sono saki ni wa
Nani ga bokura wo matteru?

Nigeru tame ja naku yume ou tame ni
Tabi ni deta hazusa tooi natsu no ano hi

Ashita sae mieta nara tame iki mo nai kedo
Nagare ni sakarau fune no you ni
Ima wa mae he susume

Kurushimi no tsukita basho ni
Shiawase ga matsu toiu yo
Boku wa mada sagashite iru
Kisetsu hazure no himawari

Kobushi nigirishime asahi wo mateba
Akai tsume ato ni namida kirari ochiru

Kodoku ni mo nareta nara
Tsuki akari tayori ni
Hane naki tsubasa de tobi tatou
Motto mae he susume

Amagumo ga kireta nara
Nureta michi kagayaku
Yami dake ga oshiete kureru
Tsuyoi tsuyoi hikari
Tsuyoku mae he susume

On the opposite coast of sadness
is something called a smile

On the opposite coast of sadness
is something called a smile
But before we can go there,
is there something we’re waiting for?

In order to chase our dreams, we can’t have a reason to run away
We’ve got to go, to that far away summer’s day

If we find it tomorrow, we can’t sigh
Because like a boat that opposes the stream
we have to walk straight on

In a place worn down by sadness
something called a miracle, is waiting
Yet we are still searching
for the sunflower that grows at the end of spring

The warrior who awaits the morning light
before he can clasp it with red nails, his tears glitter and fall

Even if we’ve grown used to loneliness
only relying on the light of the moon
We have to fly away with featherless wing
just go foward, just a little further

As the rainclouds break
the wet streets sparkling
Although it brings only darkness
A powerful, powerful light
helps push us to walk on



kona yuki mau kisetsu wa
itsu mo sure chigai
hitogomi ni magirete mo
onaji sora miteru no ni
kaze ni fukarete
nita you ni kogoeru no ni
boku wa kimi no subete nado
shitte wa inai darou
sore demo ichiokunin kara
kimi wo mitsuketa yo
konkyo wa nai kedo
honki de omotteru n da
sasai na ii ai mo nakute
onaji jikan wo
ikete nado ikenai
sunao ni narenai nara
yorokobi mo kanashimi mo
munashii dake

kona yuki nee kokoro made
shiroku somerareta nara
futari no koduku wo
wake au koto ga dekita no kai

boku wa kimi no kokoro ni
mimi wo oshiatete
sono koe no suru hou e
sutto fukaku made
orite yukitai
soko de mou ichido aou

wakari aitai nante
uwabe wo nadete
ita no wa boku no hou
kimi no kajikanda te mo
nigirishimeru
koto dake de
tsunagatteta no ni

kona yuki nee
eien wo mae ni amari ni moroku
zara tsuku
asufarunto no ue shimi ni natte yuku yo

kona yuki nee
toki ni tayori naku kokoro wa yureru
sore demo boku wa kimi
no koto mamori tsuzuketai

kona yuki nee kokoro made
shiroku somerareta nara
futari no koduku wo tsutsunde
sora ni kaesu kara

we always pass by one another in the season
where the powdered snow flutters
even though i slip away into the crowd
we're looking up at the same sky
we're freezing
as though we were blown by the same wind
i probably don't know
everything about you
yet out of a hundred million people
i found you
i have no basis for this
but it really is what i think
there are no fights that are trivial
we can't live together
at the same time
if we can't be ourselves
then happiness and sadness are both
just lies

powdered snow, hey, when you colored us white
all the way to my heart
could we then
understand our loneliness

pressing my ear
against your heart
i want to go towards
the sound of your voice
until i get there
let's meet here again

i want us to understand
i was the one
who stroked the surface
even though we were
connected by
me holding your hand
that was numb with the cold

powdered snow, hey
you, in a way that is too fragile
turn eternity
into a stain on the rough asphalt(road) up ahead

powdered snow, hey
my unreliable heart wavers
and yet, i want
to keep protecting you

powdered snow, hey, when you colored us white
all the way to my heart
you envelope our loneliness
and return it back to the sky

disappointing. it doesn't taste that good when you eat/drink these in succession.


hello panda biscuits.

chocolate milk.

famous amos cookies.


and you permutate them and they taste like acrylic.


the milk tastes like some nasty chemical concoction.

the cookies taste salty.

and the pandas. i don't know.

throws me into trance literally. been listening, looping for hours.




Underground or Aeroplane
Doesn’t matter in the end
I know it has to be this way
You’re leaving me again

So I’ll write my little love song
And I’ll sing it to the wind
You’re out there on the road tonight
London, New York, Amsterdam

And I’m lonely here without you
Miss your breath against my skin
You love me then you leave me still I lie here
Pressing fingers, where your kisses have been
And I miss you
And I miss you
And I miss you

I know that I should be in bed
It's almost 3am
But when I close my eyes I can only see miles of headlights
Flashing out the distance

So I’ll sing my little lonely songs
It's just part of who I am
Cause I know that its been calling to you
London, New York, Amsterdam


disclaimer: i cannot vouch for the integrity of the lyrics.

4.30am I'm awake again
singing to the dark through open eyes
while dreaming I see only you and me
stuck between desire and compromise

if I said I want you back I'd be a liar
there's nothing left of us to long for anymore
but inside the ashes burns an endless fire
and every night I can't help reaching out for more

you're leaving me scars scattered in my heart
a road map of all the places you have been
and I can't escape, can't wash this away
love has burned your mark so deep within

and I can't sleep

you're so far away from me

so restless. so much so that i'm tired.

tired doing almost nothing.

tired doing nothing.






i think i need new songs to perk me up.

but it's too energy consuming to sit in front of the computer, the digital radio, ripping in real-time, making checklists, notes, mixes, creating new playlists and rating songs.

perhaps i need a new genre.





my eyes keep crossing. be it text. pictures. videos. or even idling. feels like i'm going to jump right out of my body any moment.

packaging has been very much reduced for the 2nd gen nano; an acrylic coffin.





and they seem to finally realize hardly anyone use the headphone ear pads.










overall, pretty standard.


reason why i got a new gizmo is because.
1) my hand was itchy. i cut the old headphones and could not attach the wires back.


2) being an exemplary __________, i cannot resist bringing some music to work everyday. i've been doing so religiously for the past 2 months.

3) my fren was getting one too. i think there are good bargains with bulk purchases. there indeed was.

4) i haven't gotten any toy for the past year or so.

5) i thought it could excite me.



kinda sad that gadgets don't seem to excite anymore (except maybe a car. somehow i fear it wouldn't, either.).

chucking out lots of stuff. electronics today.



my bird doing chin-ups.

watching over me

all i ever wanted
all i ever wanted was you
you are all i ever wanted
you

we were diving
into a brand new life
we were turning back
the hands of time
you kept the fire burning
you changed my mind
will you be my saviour
till the end of time

and the daylight fades
on a summer day
all i ever wanted
all i ever wanted was you

you're the air i breathe
watching over me
all i ever wanted
all i ever wanted was you

you are all i ever wanted
you

all i ever wanted
you

. . .. .

woodlands to gambas. then to semb. to yishun. to khatib. to reservoir. and back.

in less than 3 hours.

on skates.


ache.

changed wheels. would probably look better if it was darker blue. (the black one is the old one)

http://gyrowheels.com/

aaaah! sugoi desu! hahahahaha

do you feel for me
what i feel for you
now you're turning on this electricity
running thru my veins
pulse begins to race
come satisfy my curiosity
keep imagining
what it would be like
got the power to make this reality
you're so close to me
almost taste your lips
flying high
can you feel this intensity
only one way to go
when you're on the outside looking in
tell me what i need to know
don't recognize my own reflection
when i'm in the state of mind

i'm close to the edge
i wanna fall all the way down

i'm close to the edge
open my eyes
walk straight ahead
i wanna fall all the way down
i'm gonna run when i hit the ground

you're taking me close the edge
open my eyes

my fren (from another camp) was escorting his men (to be throw into jail). smsed me. startled me a little coz i was lying on my bed. blanking out. and beep-beep.


i was bored and wanted to meetup with my fren. so i dragged another with me to the court hearing since it's just beside my office.


not surprisingly, no one paid attention to us (they probably thought we were supposed to be there for security purposes or something - provided that they didn't notice us fooling around with our frens baton and cuffs haha).

fast hearing. 7 weeks. 8 weeks. 7 months. objection overruled.


paid a little visit to the 'backstage' - the detainees in the cell. had to motion to my fren who got a little too excited and was yelling at them as their lawyers were
on their way in to have their last words with them.

that's probably the last time they will get to enjoy aircon (the holding cells were air-conditioned).




and welcome, to the dark side.

apologies for lack of pics but anyway.

four crazy guys skating from woodlands to sembawang.

i don't know but it seems like people dislike skaters. not like we make alot of noise like skateboarders, but i still see a few contorted faces, be it when we are skating along pavements or just standing still at some bus interchange.

what's wrong man? got wheels means beng? maybe. skates. cars. speed. anything that moves fast is bad. is that so?


originally we wanted to go to yishun. but it started drizzling so we took shelter at sun plaza despite nice green signs. no cycling, no skating, no blading,. anyway we got drinks over at kfc.

the sun came out and we skated back, just in time.

now it's pouring away.


funny weather.

My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an unflappable
rock
in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and
it
seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant.

Three years of romance, and two years of marriage later, I got tired. He was
the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never
surprised
me, and nothing changed in our marriage.

After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I wanted to
leave
him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze… what kind of man was I
married to that didn’t even know what to say to make me stay?

After a while, he spoke, “What can I do to change your mind?”. “I will stay
if
you can give me a good answer to this question,” I replied coldly. “If I
asked
for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew that getting it for me means
certain death, would you get it for me?”. His face grew troubled. “Can I
give
you an answer tomorrow morning?” he asked. Hearing that kind of answer, my
heart died. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn’t even
give me a answer straight away.

The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under
a
warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as I read it…

“Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant
certain death. But before you leave, I hope you can give me a chance to give
you my reasons….

You will always sit in front of the computer and type about for the whole
day,
but everytime you will end up in tears cause your formating will always go
all
over the place… I need my fingers, to do the formating for you, so your
tears
will become smiles.

You like to travel, but would always get lost… I need my eyes, so that I
can
bring you to the nicest places on earth.

Everytime you leave the house, you would always forget your keys… I need
my
legs, so that I can run home to open the door for you.

You never knew how to take care of yourself… I need my hands to help you
get
rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you grow old, to trim your
nails, to feed you.

So you see, that’s why I can’t pick the flower for you. Until I find someone
who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take care of you.

If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be waiting with
your
favourite muffin.”

With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there he stood,
with
a extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say, but just
stood there waving the packet he had in his hand in front of me. And then I
knew for a fact that I will never find another man who will ever love me as
much as he does.

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean
that they don’t love you with all they have…