Due to a sudden stroke of genius (or boredom – depends how you see it :p ) I drew this on a used piece of sticker backing…It directly relates to the main points of most relationships and maybe from here…you will be able to see where you stand.
I tink the pictures are very straightforward and it somehow allows you to go back and forth within the diagrams. So ENJOY!
Today i realised my ‘real worth’ :
Lol! KC mentioned this old signage from last season…and it makes a wonderful photoshoot prop! 😀
As i walked home wif Huiqi laughing in my ear (okok for the uninitiated we were on the phone) we discussed a horrifying possible future trend. With the rise of India as a economic power, its fashion will soon take over the runways too…and with its interpretations comes the basic Sarong. As we all know…its an Indian staple clothing item…next to the Sari for ladies. Malays use it too but well…we were discussing Indian Fashion.
And can you imagine one fine day like the days of Now – everyone, man or woman wearing a Sarong. Just like we wear skinny jeans now…like the current trend. We will have Sarongs in denim(Levis’) , cotton twill, patent leather(Prada?), wool, leather( OMG THE HEAT!),silk (thx you Hermes?), monograms (courtesy of Louis Vuitton?), colorful stripes (al la~ Paul Smith?) in all sorts of embellishments known to the fashion world.
Could we have Sarongs with side pockets like Cargo pants? Belt loops for the additional styling? Biker chains? Swarovski Crystals ? Will Neighbourhood do a washed Denim version with rips and washes? Gap have it in a American cotton twill with classic border stripes? Ed Hardy comes along and puts rhinestones on the damned thing…
But thats such a wild thing to imagine…the streets of Singapore – overrun by throngs of ‘fashion wannabes’ or fashion ‘sheep’ wearing the ‘in’ thing not realising that it is actually a heartlander staple? Wad will the Mama-shop owners think? Will they become fashion icons ?
And to consider Singapore’s humidity! Can you imagine seeing countless men’s exposed hairy legs? Just as many times as you swore that you saw some girl’s buttcrack from the tip of a low rise skinny jean?! and we wondered abt the discomfort of sweat rolling down ur exposed legs as u walk thru Orchard Road during the 2pm afternoon heat. The horrified display of hairy legs as u sit opposite some guy sporting the latest ‘fashion trend’? Its like a nightmare come true!
Its wild…very wild…but i told her : “If i ever end up like one of them , converted and sporting a sarong…please love, just slap me! ” Lol!
4 out of 10 ppl will go on to the next post upon seeing that header.
But for those who endeavor … THANKS!
“don’t stretch out your hand everytime i wanna throw something”
Its only because i noe i will be needed in the end, i do the things i have to in advance. At times it seems too early, but bear wif its presence please.
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You see everything in photographs, beautiful scenery, people, portraits and quirky angled shots. But the thing that you will never see is the photographer(unless its a reflected shot).Woe be the lensmen! but we only bask in the bliss of your reaction as you ponder at the world seen thru our eyes.
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Silently i try to pave your way,
each material comfort – some with effort/some paid.
annoyance it seem at undue times;
annoyed at being chided for my unknown crime.
wadever words i hold thru the day;
disappear as ur lips come my way.
a quick peck or flick of tongue;
brings my emotions back to square one.
somehow i tink i love you more den you love me, oh boy i’m in trouble deep.
We all have a past.
Show or hidden, fond or hated. I’ve come to realise and see how some of my friends and people around me hold their past memories. Some have it under lock and key, or hidden away in a blog without links. Some wear it on their sleeve and pour it out as soon as u pry. Some still live there with a tear in their eye.
But wadever it is, however sucky, shameful or foolish it has been. Be proud of it! I am now what I have experienced before…no matter how stupid I’ve done things in the past,wasted chances and missed actions, are all part of me now. Of course, we should all enjoy the sweet memories of past loves and achievements and partake in that fleeting smile when we do remember them from time to time.
Keep those awful memories and hold those sweet ones dear, but my dear readers…i have only 2 things to tell you.
“what doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger.”
“embrace what’s before you, you hold the key to it being a sweet memory or a regretted decision”
The Wind and Sand newly formed had spent a gd many weeks together. Blowing to new places and familiar ones back and forth, Wind slowly stablized its pace and became a constant breeze. Like the sea breeze known to many, it became something normal and expected. Sand itself formed back to stone, but now with a new found partner able to seek and roll.
Stone itself loved to be busy, with new places to see and things to do. But sometimes it felt Wind controls its movements. Wind loved to spin wild and free, but somehow Stone gave it a place to return to, a place to reside and be.
One day, Stone exclaimed to the Wind :” Oh how lovely that shrub is! I shall go there!” It tumbled and rolled and tried to get closer as Wind looked on. Wind was confused…didn’t Stone wanted to be with Wind and Wind alone? Immensely jealous, it refused to blow, but Stone rocked and swayed and began to roll. Wind saw Stone’s effort and unwillingly so…still it puffed and set Stone on a roll. Stone seemed elated and the happier it seem to get, the more the Wind grew cold. It began to snow and frost started to grow.
Stone itself never felt cold, and onward and around the shrubs and trees it rolled. The shrubs and surroundings got covered in frost, but Stone’s momentum allowed it to go on…
Wind however, never stopped blowing. It was cold in its heart but it loved the Stone so. Its chilly frost encircled the Stone and over time, wind marks started to show. Light scratches upon the Stone’s surface, only brought about with Time…the effects of Wind’s efforts and presence started to appear.
One day, Wind had enough and confronted the Stone. “Why the fascination with others and no longer me? Have i not done enough to deserve thee?”
To which the Stone calmly replied:” I still love you. Can’t you tell? My warm emotions in this solid hard shell.”
And added : “Where were you when i wanted to see the other shrubs and trees? When I called for you, you were busy with other breezes!”
Wind sighed sadly with a howling groan :” My love, look upon you. With my effort and though chilling gaze, i’ve left you with marks of my love for you. Only unending effort and over time, can these marks beautify you…” With that sentence the Wind left in a gust.
The Stone had felt nothing but always believed the Wind, and upon inspection it realised it now had a new gleam. Smooth lined markings, equal on all sides…covered its surface and it made Stone easier to roll and now it could glide. The Stone wept and water oozed…amazing how it could even hold a drop but a single droplet slid down its sides.
“Wind, I’m sorry, you been much denied;
But I’m not ready to be kept by your side.”
said the Stone.
I met Ber today…went down with her and her fren, Melissa to buy some really really cheap paper *no kidding!* @ RJ Paper @ Defu lane. The office girls were were really friendly * maybe its been a long long time since they saw any under 25 males* and they left us to the sample swatches…popping by occasionally to see if we needed help albeit they did so one by one.
I grabbed a couple of pieces…only the realise that choosing 1 piece = 1 sheet of paper that was like 4 x A3 size big! 1 Sheet = 8 A4 la!!!!! but when we saw the price we were like woo! Coz that 1 sheet was only abt $1.95? and it was solid 290GSM paper ok…*i got that for my namecards* and the rest was for fun. There was a realli lovely 1 called ‘Spectrum’…but i guess it was so lovely it got sold out…so i had to forfeit that.
After that me and Ber eagerly rushed down to Singapore Tyler Print Institute to see Andy Warhol’s Exhibition.
BUT IT WAS CLOSED AND THE LAST NITE WAS YESTERDAY! *SOBSOB*
sorry Andy…nxt time perhaps 😦
by the time we realised this…it was night.
So we walked over to The Central…
Where we came across this lovely tree…
and we happily took photos wif ZoCards i picked up. The food wasn’t exciting so i’ll skip that…
We managed to find a nice spot with an artistic view and had our after-meal ciggies…
After that we left and headed for the trains…all the while talking abt digital cameras. Lol!
It wasn’t a bad day…though Huiqi was at her Prom and we didn’t get to talk or sms much. Her final get up was really matured looking…but hey don’t everyone look so much more matured at prom? I told her to keep her smile on and she’d be fine…her charm when she smiles is gd enough to melt everything away. 😀
I attracted stares as we walked out the back door of Wisma Atria. Once more by the dodgy group of chinamen at Taka’s back door. Oogled at by schoolgirls as i squeaked quickly through the floors of Kinokuniya….and hastily to the chinese magazine section… Sad to see him as he scoured the walls for the Milk and East touch magazines to no avail…but we moved on to pick up the other stuff instead…
As we got out of Kino, this girl looked at me with wide amazed eyes…as if it was the 1st time in her life she ever saw something like me. Well I’m not surprised…I am on of a kind in Singapore… Till now I’ve not seen another me Lol! Well I’ve seen and noticed alot of my lesser brothers….but i dare say that I am UNIQUE to date.
Haha! That somehow makes me proud and a lil arrogant. 😛
I gripped the flooring hard as we twisted and turned between the aisles of Cold Storage…the Mineral water department was thronged with Japanese and Indonesian browsers…Alvin picked the water quickly and head towards the cashier. As he cleared the cashier, he spun out immediately…yes i noe it seems like such a funny word to use, but he realli walks that way…when Time’s biting at his feet, i get realli utilized trying to keep up wif him.
We got to Guardian and he deftly picked up:
This lovely Kirin
– for the even lover ‘kirin-chan’
I had no idea why he does such thing even though he’s been reminded time and time again not to spend money on her…I tink he’s just mad. As for me? Heck i dun even get a proper washing unless ur talking abt rain water or a water puddle…well maybe i just gotta wait till he finally decides i’m too dirty and orders me a proper bath. Or he tinks i look better dirty! *horrors*
The happy fool gave the kirin to the lovely lass after work…well i guess it was worth it to see the lovely lass’s gigantic grin as she received it…ahh well i’ve seen all too many of her smiles and grins …only Alvin could be constantly amazed every time she gets happy.
We hanged out at Taka’s Coffee Bean for a while, as they discussed Huiqi’s lit paper and enjoyed a mudpie and coffee…all i was treated to was dust bunnies under the table, and the sorry slight of Huiqi’s plastered corn injury. If i ever gave Alvin a corn i wonder if he’ll throw me away. *ponders*
It was another quick walk down to somerset…the 3 of us and the maddening crowd of Orchard Rd. Alvin paused to help Huiqi grab a shot of the Xmas lights…and soon after got on the train…The annoying fone calls from Home was getting to Alvin…and Huiqi shared her day with him happily…I tink i heard him say something as we were at Dhoby Ghaut Exchange : ” The best Aquarian is the silent Aquarian”
I couldn’t agree more….After all…i’m always beside him….I’m His Silver Jack Purcells 🙂
She doesn’t reply or give a fuck;
Waiting for her is just tough luck.
What can you do to seize the day?
Did someone mention making hay?
Enjoy the sad times – they dun last;
Enjoy the happy time – they’ll come to past;
A lesson we find in everyday.
Though painful prices we sometimes pay.
Dad once told me thru funny prose;
He left this note beside a rose.
Don’t starting loving – you’ll never stop.
But I’ll still love you with everything my heart’s got.
I took those words to my heart;
Huiqi ,now please do your part.
** ok this sonnet has absolutely everything and nothing to do wif everything. <—once u figure this 1 out you can collect your PHD in literature from the counter on the left, Thank you.
Lonely Hardware Seeking Locating Of Its Other Half.
All of this time,where have you been? I wonder if I’ll ever see you again…
Its been a rough day today…haven’t stopped since i stepped into the shop, mind of full Huiqi, hands full of stocklist details, store full of customers, table full of new stock. What a load!
It was only during my break at 5pm when i actually got a breather and my 1st smoke of the day 😀 Also…Huiqi surprised me wif a call at around 9pm and i had a small chat with her…it took away my load straightaway! I activated my ipod’s photo album and scrolled thru me and Huiqi’s photoshoot pics…tinking back of the old times…it just brought a wide smile onto my face – only for me to realise…when i brought my head back up – tat every1 on the train was looking at me! Super paiseh! Lol! So i quickly wiped the grin off my face and tried to keep a straight face all the way back to Buangkok. 😀
Sadly came the anti-climax…she msged me during my train ride home telling me that she was tired…so i tried to be gracious and told her to go slp. But when i got home, she was on msn! After a short convo…i called her and managed to hear her calming voice…though she was distracted by the tv, her mum (wif a emerging flu virus), another guy on msn (some venture salesman – on the streets tat kind u noe…).
I find it unethical for sales ppl or surveyors to actually save ur email or fone number for personal reasons and start msging tat hot chick that they just did a pitch on. I encounter lotsa cute girls at the shop who fill up mailing list cards and vip packs and feedback forms but I’ve never gone so far as to even look at their friendster, much less call them or msn them without permission. Ok ok now i tink all of you tink I’m jealous and juz plain ranting abt it here right…i admit yes i am and although i have no right to be like this…well, I’m gonna be like this! HA!
mumblexgrumblexwadever =.=
as it is within; it is without. 