FF0000.

we've lost the good one.

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:57:00 +0800

RIP Claude Lévi-Strauss.

Step outside.

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 06:15:00 +0800

I: sometimes I wish you could just step outside of yourself, listen to the way you talk, see the way you behave, the way you carry yourself. Even if you had a shred of conscience left in any fibre of your being, you'd realize that all it takes is one wrong word out of your mouth to make it go horribly wrong.

"dens sapientiae!"

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:26:00 +0800

“dens sapientiae!”

- I Have a wisdom tooth!

Red bull gives you wings

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 21:30:00 +0800

To think I travelled all the way to your house to wish you all the best in the form of a can of red bull and I get ranted at for showing care in my own way? because I know you COULD do with some? I mean yeah, people can say fucking lame the can of red bull and a 45minute train ride. but I don’t care, I knew it worked for you. I didn’t even mind that I only got to see you for 3 minutes.

Has everyone gone off their rocker or what? Are you nuts? or am I nuts?

I am so sorry, but I fail to understand this one. What dismay this is.

this thing called happiness.

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 13:45:00 +0800

you know, happiness?

it lurks at a corner and springs up at you unexpectedly, an intangible force to be reckoned with. different kinds of happiness, varying degrees.

today, it means i’ll be posted to cookie museum on monday to continue my graphic design, today it also means i’m getting a breath of fresh air, something i haven’t had for the past 2 months-ish. it was nobody’s fault. my drive just decided to take some time off to hang out in Guam. and i don’t have enough money to go there and get it back. this is a cheaper alternative.

fuck it. i think it’s jubilation.

well well youu… you make my dreams come trueee. I feel...

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 21:16:00 +0800

well well youu… you make my dreams come trueee.

I feel like dancing already.

-500 days of summer

A to B.

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 15:11:10 +0800

Why can’t we get over the anger and hate and make the best of what we have?

What is so wrong right now? Life is already so short, and so shitty.

Useless.

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 15:02:00 +0800

adj.

1. Being or having no beneficial use; futile or ineffective.

2. Incapable of functioning or assisting; ineffectual

Creative, are you crazy? Seriously dingbat.

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 23:32:21 +0800

Creative, are you crazy? Seriously dingbat.

It's not cool.

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 11:37:00 +0800

Holy smokes, not many cookies left in the cookie jar!

Be a.

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:17:00 +0800

Be a patronizing fucktard, and everyone will be patronizing fucktards towards you. Hello, we are designers, not fish market sellers at Chinatown. Okay. Fuck.

Crazy.

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 23:21:00 +0800

Crazy times as a graphic designer. Crazy good times indeed.

No other.

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 20:40:00 +0800

There’ll be no other. RIP Michael Jackson.

Video

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 22:30:05 +0800

I'm gonna stay.

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:43:52 +0800

I am only human. When I make mistakes and say stupid things, the guilt consumes me so much, so much that I want to sew my lips together. When you walked off like that, for the very first time since the day we got together, I thought I was going to die. I stood at the platform and stared at the glass doors blankly, feeling my soul slowly start to wither. Suddenly I don’t know what to do. And my body is just flesh, that’s all. Seeing you angry and knowing that I made you angry, breaks my heart. And I know. I know that this is all my fault. You have a right to be angry, and I accept it. I’ll just be here, till your anger disappears. Doesn’t matter how long. I just love you.

The best part.

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:43:00 +0800

You know the best part about today?

I didn’t even get to say a proper bye.

A hasty pack up that resulted in me forgetting to take some of my things, handshake and hug and a quick taxi send off.

It tells a lot.

It tells so much that I don’t even feel sore about how to go about finding another job or decide whether to drop it all and go back to school. You could not put the phrase “wrong perspective” in a better light.

Oh, I’ll definitely be alright.

Understanding.

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 02:37:00 +0800

You question why I can understand his thoughts, his opinions, why he behaves the way he does. You ask how I can see from his point of view, why I can’t live without him. Yet you don’t ask yourself why. Why all this is so.

Because you don’t understand the connection.

“It’s these small things that you remember, little imperfections that make them perfect… for you.”

A dent.

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 16:47:00 +0800

When I was very much younger, I asked my mother “Mummy, how come my head has a dent on the left?” And she replied,”that’s because they had to suck you out of me while I was giving birth to you. And the dent stayed.” Then she ruffled my hair and smiled at me.

“Oh.”. I looked up at her and smiled back.

Now I realize, the dent stayed not because I had to be sucked out, but because I’ve not been selfish enough, I’ve not said “no” enough. With a smile in my heart and on my face, I always say “yes”, “sure”, “no problem”. Always giving in like the loser that I am, and yet always feeling it’s okay when other people say “no” to me.

For being nice, I’ve let people walk all over me.

Now this perpetual dent is never going to disappear.

Just do it.

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 21:23:56 +0800

After all the talk about wanting to vote earth for one hour, and having people state reasons to warrant the act of turning off lights as stupid, why don’t you just take a step back,

Suddenly Useless.

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 12:07:00 +0800

3 days ago, I checked the mail after returning home from work, and I saw an evelope addressed to me. And there it was, when I opened it. The debit card I had just applied for.

And then in the lift I realized - Why did I even apply for this card?

In the space of 2 weeks of happily applying and then waiting and now receiving it, this has turned into another stupid piece of plastic in my wallet, one that I probably won’t even use because I don’t know what to buy.

It’s ironic, this disgust I feel for an inanimate object that’ll grant me anything I want, and not need.