In what was the most violent session of lo hei tossing i've experience this year, courtesy of the Gong Xi Gong Xi Police Golfing Challenge, they literally threw the lo hei at me. Is that a good thing?
2005-02-21
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Perks of the job. I also got to drive a golf buggy today. (alternative caption: Inspector Lennard is modelling the new 2005 spring/summer Police Peak Cap in a fetching tone of PAP white with a stylish 'Mark of the Beast' logo in red)
2005-02-19
The Plastick Funhause is a playground for the lost, a bosom to the bottle-fed repressed. Let loose a sigh and let it cradle your mind. Suckle the wholesome goodness of free machine-brewed nescafe.
Think of rats and hole-punchers and other pretty things. Your body is a shell, your mind is infinite. Crucify your soul on a sheet of A4-sized paper with a stapler. Your soul is dirty, muddy and ugly next to its wholesome chlorine-bleached goodness.
Your mother didn't love you enough, your dad was a drunk. Fuck you. His mother loved him too much, his dad was too sober. You can let it all go, just join the Plastick Funhause.
Take a deep breath, its the last you'll ever take. Everyone's a walking stereotype, so pick yours. Phonies. All phonies. We can all run away, we can be free.
The faceless mass does not exist. Do not refer to them as 'them', because you are part of it. We are the faceless mass. Embrace our anonyimity, love your abnormity. Everyone's difference is everyone's common denominator.
You've judged what I wrote and now you're judging me. You came to read what I wrote, so remember that your judgement on me reflects on you too. I can judge you too even if I don' t know you. You're probably 'nice' and scared shitless of being alone. Its okay, so am I. Sometimes, at least. You probably love Keane, and secretly you like -insert pop band here-. Its okay, I like Robbie Williams, but no I don't like Keane. You probably fear death more than you love life. And thats why I'm glad I'm not you.
lehn.
Think of rats and hole-punchers and other pretty things. Your body is a shell, your mind is infinite. Crucify your soul on a sheet of A4-sized paper with a stapler. Your soul is dirty, muddy and ugly next to its wholesome chlorine-bleached goodness.
Your mother didn't love you enough, your dad was a drunk. Fuck you. His mother loved him too much, his dad was too sober. You can let it all go, just join the Plastick Funhause.
Take a deep breath, its the last you'll ever take. Everyone's a walking stereotype, so pick yours. Phonies. All phonies. We can all run away, we can be free.
The faceless mass does not exist. Do not refer to them as 'them', because you are part of it. We are the faceless mass. Embrace our anonyimity, love your abnormity. Everyone's difference is everyone's common denominator.
You've judged what I wrote and now you're judging me. You came to read what I wrote, so remember that your judgement on me reflects on you too. I can judge you too even if I don' t know you. You're probably 'nice' and scared shitless of being alone. Its okay, so am I. Sometimes, at least. You probably love Keane, and secretly you like -insert pop band here-. Its okay, I like Robbie Williams, but no I don't like Keane. You probably fear death more than you love life. And thats why I'm glad I'm not you.
lehn.
2005-02-17
for the benefit of the few lonely webbers who check my blog for updates, its about time i gave a decent one so here goes.
Theres a story by Philip K. Dick, though i can't recall the title, about a planet where all the humans who go there mysteriously start spending all their time sitting the the fields spread out. again i'm probably bastardizing the whole story but the humans pretty much needed to photosynthesize on that planet, and thats how i've been feeling these few days, especially after being in the office for so long. I feel the need for sun on my skin, to photosynthesize some happiness. the short story can be found in the volume "Paycheck and other Classic Stories by Philip K. Dick" and i highly recommend it to anyone and everyone.
I raise my fist in a call for office mayhem and deskbound anarchy! who's with me? lets shoot staples into the air!
Theres a story by Philip K. Dick, though i can't recall the title, about a planet where all the humans who go there mysteriously start spending all their time sitting the the fields spread out. again i'm probably bastardizing the whole story but the humans pretty much needed to photosynthesize on that planet, and thats how i've been feeling these few days, especially after being in the office for so long. I feel the need for sun on my skin, to photosynthesize some happiness. the short story can be found in the volume "Paycheck and other Classic Stories by Philip K. Dick" and i highly recommend it to anyone and everyone.
I raise my fist in a call for office mayhem and deskbound anarchy! who's with me? lets shoot staples into the air!
2005-02-11
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rat king! rat king vs. lizard king *DING DING* FIGHT! who'll win???
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2005-02-10
i got birthday greetings from the most unexpected of people, and did not get any from some of those i expected. so thanks and fuck you, respectively.
i had the most awesome dream last night- for those who don't already know, i'm going to NY in august/sept for a holiday and frankly i think about it a lot. i can't wait. last night was the first night i dreamt about being there about breathing the NY air that i always see on the telly; you know what i mean, somewhat smoggy but its probably partly from the cold, partly from exhaust fumes? and i dreamt i went to stef's house (i have no idea how she got into the picture) and it was so dreary and blah it was awesome to have arrived in NY and i met hunter S. tompson.
then, karl called me and woke me up.
i love my bike. it gives me a sense of infinite freedom.
i had the most awesome dream last night- for those who don't already know, i'm going to NY in august/sept for a holiday and frankly i think about it a lot. i can't wait. last night was the first night i dreamt about being there about breathing the NY air that i always see on the telly; you know what i mean, somewhat smoggy but its probably partly from the cold, partly from exhaust fumes? and i dreamt i went to stef's house (i have no idea how she got into the picture) and it was so dreary and blah it was awesome to have arrived in NY and i met hunter S. tompson.
then, karl called me and woke me up.
i love my bike. it gives me a sense of infinite freedom.
2005-02-07
i read this off campuscaper's blog-
"Thursday, February 03, 2005
After all the leave and offs I am going to take, I have 12 working days left. I mean, 11 working days left as of today. I am happy. No words can describe such feelings. I will end my entry now"
oh my god. i feel so happy reading his entry. and this time next year (maybe even a bit sooner!), mine will read the same!
as a stopgap, i've got a fever so am on a 2 day MC, and i got friday off, so throw in the new year festivities and i've got a one week break (kinda like block leave) and an extra number to add to my age. god save the bloody queen.
"Thursday, February 03, 2005
After all the leave and offs I am going to take, I have 12 working days left. I mean, 11 working days left as of today. I am happy. No words can describe such feelings. I will end my entry now"
oh my god. i feel so happy reading his entry. and this time next year (maybe even a bit sooner!), mine will read the same!
as a stopgap, i've got a fever so am on a 2 day MC, and i got friday off, so throw in the new year festivities and i've got a one week break (kinda like block leave) and an extra number to add to my age. god save the bloody queen.
2005-01-24
2005-01-11
we're all fucking romantics at heart.
admit it, everyone of you cynical, heart-broken, jaded bitter people. you're only where you are because you're a romantic.
i think i may be bipolar. or am i just being paranoid? oh great. so im either bipolar, or suffer from paranoia. either way it isnt good. but then again while it got me really worried and in a frenzy, i took a moment in my tracks and thought about it. what the fuck man. so what if i am bipolar or paranoid? doesn't make a diff, cause that means i've been like that since. since before before, so it doesn't matter. its me baby.
i read about the treatment and the drugs. it lulls you. it numbs you. its like. like living life to the brian eno song deep blue day- muted. bah. i dunno. i will ask my parents.
admit it, everyone of you cynical, heart-broken, jaded bitter people. you're only where you are because you're a romantic.
i think i may be bipolar. or am i just being paranoid? oh great. so im either bipolar, or suffer from paranoia. either way it isnt good. but then again while it got me really worried and in a frenzy, i took a moment in my tracks and thought about it. what the fuck man. so what if i am bipolar or paranoid? doesn't make a diff, cause that means i've been like that since. since before before, so it doesn't matter. its me baby.
i read about the treatment and the drugs. it lulls you. it numbs you. its like. like living life to the brian eno song deep blue day- muted. bah. i dunno. i will ask my parents.
2004-12-05
not so much a coherent post but points of rememberance.
passing out this tues. fucking hell yeah!
in the communal fridge in our barracks, there are bugs. like seriously sick bugs... small and smarmy. but its a matter of perspective. after the initial shock of discovering them, they are now thought of as 'protein boosters'
we are always getting scolded as a squad, and the argument always revolves around how we have to, as senior officers, earn respect, repect is not given, rank is a blessing, bla bla bla. they need some perspective.
had the fucking best simple mix today- vodka lemongrass. yish, when you come back, im taking you there!
passing out this tues. fucking hell yeah!
in the communal fridge in our barracks, there are bugs. like seriously sick bugs... small and smarmy. but its a matter of perspective. after the initial shock of discovering them, they are now thought of as 'protein boosters'
we are always getting scolded as a squad, and the argument always revolves around how we have to, as senior officers, earn respect, repect is not given, rank is a blessing, bla bla bla. they need some perspective.
had the fucking best simple mix today- vodka lemongrass. yish, when you come back, im taking you there!
2004-11-21
this is really the cincher. you hear of people who lose their handphones right? well, i lost my charger. its like, wtf man, right? so i have a phone, but i can't bloody use it. and cause its samsung, not many people have the charger. so im kinda on-and-off contactable on the mobile, depending on who is charitable enough to let me slide my sim into their phone for moments here and there.
when did the concept of owning a phone become ubiquitous? i spelled that wrong didn't i. anyway. yeah. when the fuck? maybe we should all throw our phones away. maybe we will be happier. or at least, we will be more at ease with ourselves, i think.
just brewed a new batch of beer. its supposed to be a kilkenny-clone kinda brew, but then again... we all know 'supposed to' rarely ever comes out as it is.
when did the concept of owning a phone become ubiquitous? i spelled that wrong didn't i. anyway. yeah. when the fuck? maybe we should all throw our phones away. maybe we will be happier. or at least, we will be more at ease with ourselves, i think.
just brewed a new batch of beer. its supposed to be a kilkenny-clone kinda brew, but then again... we all know 'supposed to' rarely ever comes out as it is.
2004-11-02
going against popular opinion, because that makes me feel special, i will raise my hand and say that Adore was the Pumpkins best album. Second would be Gish. then Mellon Collie, siamese dreams, pisces iscariot, and finally deux ex machina. discounting of course the box releases, because we all know thats just for coins in the coffer. do you need my reasons?
full metal jacket was a let down. cinematic masterpiece my ass. sure there were striking scenes that were kick ass, but the whole movie seemed to spiral out of its central theme and become more of a collection of shorts. clap clap for kubric in that respect, holding the rein in at the very damn edge. so its either his genius, or his tomfoolery. but lets not split hairs.
platoon was a more enjoyable movie, but apocalyse now, though a bit tough at times, sears itself into my memories. i will do a tribute, because thats the closest i'll come to. at this point in time.
its very late and im not sure why im blogging, but i seem to be fighting back sleep for some inexplicable reason. in cursed ubin island, all i wanted was my comfortable bed back home. and now, im delaying that very moment i yearned for so much. well. anticipation was always the better of the two.
i wish. i wish i had a movie room! i recall when i was a kid and i loved staying at one of my cousins house because he had one of those rooms set aside specifically for movies, you know, with the big big speakers and super big screen. and i recall i loved watching that la bamba movie on it, cause it was one of my favourites. and i loved to sing karaoke too- 'i'm on the top of the world....' and a hot air balloon would float across the screen. the shag carpet was tan colour with a few dark stains from coke and other miscelleaneous misdemeanours. it was a very safe room. it was like a hug.
sigh. yippie yai yay i'm back.
full metal jacket was a let down. cinematic masterpiece my ass. sure there were striking scenes that were kick ass, but the whole movie seemed to spiral out of its central theme and become more of a collection of shorts. clap clap for kubric in that respect, holding the rein in at the very damn edge. so its either his genius, or his tomfoolery. but lets not split hairs.
platoon was a more enjoyable movie, but apocalyse now, though a bit tough at times, sears itself into my memories. i will do a tribute, because thats the closest i'll come to. at this point in time.
its very late and im not sure why im blogging, but i seem to be fighting back sleep for some inexplicable reason. in cursed ubin island, all i wanted was my comfortable bed back home. and now, im delaying that very moment i yearned for so much. well. anticipation was always the better of the two.
i wish. i wish i had a movie room! i recall when i was a kid and i loved staying at one of my cousins house because he had one of those rooms set aside specifically for movies, you know, with the big big speakers and super big screen. and i recall i loved watching that la bamba movie on it, cause it was one of my favourites. and i loved to sing karaoke too- 'i'm on the top of the world....' and a hot air balloon would float across the screen. the shag carpet was tan colour with a few dark stains from coke and other miscelleaneous misdemeanours. it was a very safe room. it was like a hug.
sigh. yippie yai yay i'm back.
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