February 2009
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“If you don’t like who you are and where you are, don’t worry about...”
– Zig Ziglar
January 2009
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Seria Facil by Luis Fonsi
si solamente con llorar...
November 2008
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October 2008
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Day 2: I could live in Sydney.
Day 2: I could live in Sydney.
Highlight(s) of the day: 1. Sydney, generally. 2. Meeting Mark Cleary from Short+Sweet Festival. 3. Affogato & Chocolate-pastry-thingum at the Guylian chocolate shop at Circular Quay. 4. Sydney Opera House back-of-house tour. 5. Watching In Spitting Distance at the Playhouse, Sydney Opera House. 6. AUD$500 meal at Ego Ristorante Enoteca. 7. Seeing Gayatri...
Day 1: I survived the Qantas flight.
Highlight(s) of the day: 1. Seeing Yana & Yulia. 2. Dad being real nice and understanding to me. 3. Playing Yana’s piano with Yana.
Today’s Travels: Auckland to Sydney.
Today’s Kai: [Breakfast] Chicken wrap, can of V, cuppa tea. [Lunch] Sofrito some-name-I-can’t-remember, at the new Spanish place in Elliot Stables and a cup of Jasmine Iced Tea served by that...
March 2008
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Square is a band geek.
When I got to work this morning, a stage was being built right across my office, outside the Airedale Hotel. Trees were trucked in, seats and a podium were set up (“testing mike, test test, test one, two three”). The speed and manner in which it was all carried out was so impressive that I thought the Queen was coming. Some dude started making a speech. I looked out the window and...
My not very lucid thoughts on the recent Malaysian...
I particularly like Al-Jazeera’s suggestion that Malaysia might be on the brink of “political maturity” and think that yes - hopefully that is or will be the case. As I was saying to a friend, I am not entirely sure that a weak government is a bad development. Malaysian politics is (and has always been) to me questionable at best, my perception of Mahathirism being somewhat...
February 2008
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Bite Me.
Image Credit: [auro] / aurora Me: How is/was Wellie? She: Ok. Weather is crap. :) Me: Its pretty crap in auckland today too. She: :) that makes me feel better lol. Anything exiting in akl? Me: If cancelled music in the park is exciting then yes. Can u tell I’m a bit bitter abt it? :) She: Now I can. Wellington is quite small aye. Me: I wouldn’t really know… Never...
January 2008
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“Why vote for someone who says: “See that chair. You can sit on it”...”
– Armando Iannucci, Am I the only person to find Barack Obama dull?, NZHerald.co.nz
Three Times Have I Fate Encountered.
Image Credits: Chuck Schneider Three times have I fate encountered, the first a brash brush with Death, as I drove body and soul into a pit, screeching steel and burning rubber, blinding lights and a fearful flip, a crash deafeningly loud followed by a quiet sickeningly silent. Three times have I fate encountered, surviving the first few years past, the second an...
I don't hate you.
Image Credits: Brooke Mackay Castro It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want you in my life. ACCEPT IT!!!!! Not everyone in the world will like you. Not everyone in the world will want to be your friend. So would you plese just trying to establish something that WILL NOT HAPPEN. I don’t want to hear anything about you. Not an email. not an sms, not a phone call, not even a hi from...
Note to Self
I seriously doubt self-notation is a tried and tested technique.
“Everything tastes good with chocolate… except anchovies.”
– Liyana Taff
Keypad/Call Me
阴影亲吻 Shadow Kiss- - - And so their shadows embraced, lips locked, lives intertwined.- - - 影の接吻 Kiss of Shadow
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The Road Not Taken
Image Credit: Alfredo Gigliotti Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn...
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“Sometimes only one person is missing and the whole world seems depopulated.”
– Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869), French Poet, Writer and Samaritan.
A Critique
Image Credit: Jon Jordan
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Image...
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“Destitution is everywhere.”
– Angel-A (2005), Luc Besson (dir.)
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Avenue Q Video Clips →
Video clips from the Broadway production of Avenue Q.
October 2006
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Red Ears
Image Credit: Jackie Black Art I remember the times when I paid no heed to self-restraint, when I could (and would) lash out willy-nilly, recklessly purging pent-up, unflattering temperamental angst. It was unreasonable, it was devastating, but most of all, it was all so cathartic. I’d get pissed off, I’d piss others off, then off I’d go to get pissed. Those were great times. Social and...
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Shattered and Scattered
Image Credit: Andrew Coulter Enright FRAGMENT 1 When I fall, I fall hard and fast, no reins no brakes no guard, recklessness drowning my veins. It feels like jumping out of an endless sky with my eyes set on an implacable depth, having no care for where I lie if I die knowing full well I go to my death. FRAGMENT 2 How do you solve a question with no solution? FRAGMENT 3 There are...
September 2006
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August 2006
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You want Cyber?
Image Credit: !Esco & Güilmon! Didn’t realise that people still did cybersex. Christ. freekinprostitute 10:07 hi… anyonne there? why_square 10:08 do i know you freekinprostitute 10:08 oh your there hi.. a/s/l (age sex location)? why_square 10:09 i’m not free right now. maybe some other time. freekinprostitute 10:09 im 27/f/USA. was lookin at yur profile. thought you might...
July 2006
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Shoparound
Now. I’m Asian. Asian by birth, Asian by upbringing, Asian by looks and physique. I speak Asian tongues, I love Asian food. I am Asian. Through and through. Okay. Admittedly I do not agree with many and I mean many, Asian cultural values or the more traditional of Asian idiocracies, and my lingua franca is primary English, by learning and by choice, which might point to me not being the...
June 2006
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Horny Melons
Image Credit: Perpetual Carouse I’ll admit it. I am a self-professed foodie, a shameless gastronome, an amateur epicure. At times I fancy myself to be the next Jeffrey Steingarten or Steven A. Shaw, two (of many) prominent lawyer turned food critics. It must be amazing to be paid to write about foods you’ve been paid to eat, not to mention the places you have to go to eat the food, and the...
May 2006
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Thoughts on Finding One’s Calling
I’ve been thinking about the concept of a calling. Such a concept would only exist in an orderly universe and I believe this universe is one such place. In my view, the purpose of life is to progress, evolve, and grow to fulfillment. If one’s activity meshes with that purpose then one’s growth to fulfillment is accelerated. A calling is not merely a profession or job. That is too superficial a...
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Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I...
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Transliterations
Image Credit: Unknown Are you harboring a fugitive? Hu Yu Hai Ding? See me A.S.A.P. Kum Hia Nao. Stupid Man. Dum Gai. Small Horse. Tai Ni Po Ni. Did you go to the beach? Wai Yu So Tan? I bumped into a coffee table. Ai Bang Mai Ni. I think you need a facelift. Chin Tu Fat. It’s very dark in here. Wai So Dim? Has your flight been delayed? Hao Long Wei Ting? That was an unauthorized execution....
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Meandering in Fickledom
still shrouded by mist head in the clouds swinging between choices presented mind filled with doubt blurry images of desire incessant spouting of interests all conjoin to make the confused even more confused when last clarity appears hands reach and heart yearns for the one path to follow, blinkers on but fate deals us blows that jolts us unknowingly back to comforting changeableness ...
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A Critique of the English Language
Image Credit: Ricardo Biriba (Character Design) & Square (Caption) There is no egg in the eggplant, no ham in the hamburger and neither pine or apple in the pineapple. English muffins were not invented in England, French fries were not invented in France. We sometimes take English for granted. But if we examine its paradoxes we find that Quicksand takes you down slowly, boxing rings are...
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A Tank Called Hank
Hans just told me a great story that will forever go down in the Hallmark cache of anecdotes. So I’m recording it here first, to make a quick buck off Hallmark. Copyright, remember? Hans had this housemate, Hank*, a 30 something year old, who he’d been living with (together with some other lager-fueled students. Hank was a very private person and never spoke much of his past (come on, EVERYONE...
March 2006
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Square: Mills & Boon material?
It’s 3.30am. I’m cold. I’m tired. I’m lonely. I’m trying hard to keep warm cuddled up on my makeshift mattressbed under my queen-sized duvet. I’m thinking of you, your warmth. You shivering whiningly about my cold cold feet. I remember it well. Me nibbling at your lips, tasting them as they meet mine, as we bid each other goodnight. Me savouring the sensation of your breasts pressed against my...
February 2006
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‘A’ Slap
Regressing a little short of 3 years back, I had just wrapped up a theatre production of Shorts II, and threw a cast party at a restaurant in Kuala Lumpur. Italian, I think it was. The food was good, or so I perceived back then, knowing next to nothing about food, pre-chefdom. Not that I know a lot about food now. That was an interesting night. A lot happened. I had my first Graveyard. Boy that...
January 2006
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i wish.
Image Credit: Sharon K Cooper ma and pa fought this morn’, heated tones awash with angry pride; t’was trivial, banal and civily unadorn just like the ones we tried to elide. it wasn’t such that either was right when we got into those fights, but neither one of us could alight from the righteous bias that clouded our sight. then one day you went away without a note without a say, and i...
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Do memories comprise of or compose reality?
Perhaps the latter is more accurate. Memories reinforce reality - the very memory itself is by definition the proof of a reality past, ergo, memories comprise of reality, or in other words, memories are records, representations of fragments of reality. But what if one had memories that weren’t reality? For that matter, could one have memories that aren’t true? Should these ‘memories’ still be...
October 2004
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How A Smile Made My Evening A Bit More Bearable…
Image Credit: Thomas Kamann Razzle Dazzle. What makes a Smile more than just a Smile? Initially, you smile in return, just because its the friendly thing to do - its courtesy. It doesn’t occur to you that there maybe something more or unique about it. But then, an hour later you realise that hey, that smile was really nice; it’s kinda imprinted gently, subtly...