Thursday, March 23, 2006
midight sien
the odd pedestrian comes and goes, and the loud hordes of morons are absent tonight. cabs patrol swanston st. delivery trucks weave through the little lanes and disappear, while trash trucks announce their presence and duties. all are oblivious to the figure hunched on a 5-storey ledge like batman.
and higher still, the air is a wet curtain heavy with lights, cloudy pools of orange and red and a dull electric blue, where anz is. from my window, the street is dominated by two anz towers, flanking my view east and west, so that u are bathed in cobalt brainwash if u sit there like i do. but tonight, all is veiled in an opaque mask of watercolour. the air is a lukewarm fog.
i aim my cigarette butt at the shiny red sedan, and the orange dot floats on the wind toward the white pickup, but pulls to hit the street instead. i blow smoke rudely at city hall, and go for a walk.
and higher still, the air is a wet curtain heavy with lights, cloudy pools of orange and red and a dull electric blue, where anz is. from my window, the street is dominated by two anz towers, flanking my view east and west, so that u are bathed in cobalt brainwash if u sit there like i do. but tonight, all is veiled in an opaque mask of watercolour. the air is a lukewarm fog.
i aim my cigarette butt at the shiny red sedan, and the orange dot floats on the wind toward the white pickup, but pulls to hit the street instead. i blow smoke rudely at city hall, and go for a walk.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
the police saint
the mind needs a digression from more important matters. i have not blogged becoz i have not been kicking very much. no life, nothing to write. as the great xiaxue said, "of course i have a life! i blog about my life lah!" my case in present the opposite. and i see again why blogs are so important in cyber life. hang on while i fetch my milo.
today is a sadly momentous day. i blog about randomness out of randomness to escape Grievous Grief.
check out debbykaspari.com, and she has a blog which is drawingthemotmot. there is testimony to Prolifism(?) through Practice. to be prolific is to be great. i will be a great sleeper. i wonder what the sleep-hours record is, becoz to break that i'd have to torture my conscious sanity to induce deepest slumber, and also the wake-hours record, for that matter. i am reading fear and loathing in las vegas, and in there hunter the hero goes something like 80 hours. madness!
and, a happy birthday to bro.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------gahamisien--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"from afar, he had a sort of barrel chest, big, massive paunch. he wore some kind of uniform, very formal. from afar, from afar!" - he stressed it with much animation - "he could've been your uncle with a walking stick."
"then he came closer. his face was dark, his look was dark. he had this designer moustache-beard, a sharp black trident, they're like very long and flutter about in the wind." he makes the accompanying gestures, a most dramatic storyteller.
"ok now, u think, a very mean, menacing uncle. up close - whoohow - no more delusions. he lords over u, and everyone, 8 feet of muscle. what u mistook for his stick was a chunky spear. easily a hundred pounds."
and his eyes sort of glaze in recollection. i have seen this look on many people who tell me about it - this monster spear. they never forget the sight.
"very, very Brutal blade. thick pole. and this very real ornate scroll carvings on the uh, hilt. he holds it like... ok i wouldn't say he holds it. it's more a part of him. it's like custom-made for his size, and implanted to make him a killing machine. he's a goddamn vertical tank with a blade!"
he talks faster and gets more agitated. and again, i have seen this look, this incredulous, pleading look, which says tell me i'm not crazy.
i try to explain as if it was nothing extraordinary.
"he is... summoned. he is not even exactly living."
"ghost? a really high rate ghost, then. he musta been lord of devils."
"yes, some kind of ghost, but more a spirit. it embodies and represents, some kind of human spirit."
"yeah... aren't ghosts supposed to be dead people? the human spirit which still wants to live on?"
"no no, sometimes some people have a will stronger than merely living."
i stop becoz this is hard to explain, and he looks at me oddly, in silence. i'll just tell him and tackle his questions.
"ok, that person/ghost/whatever, was the patron saint of policemen. he embodied the spirit of justice."
"haaaaaaahah. no shit."
"no shit. when he died his great desire for justice through the ages exceeded his own want to become a ghost, or reincarnate, or go quietly, whatever... u follow?" - i don't pause for him - "he became a spirit dedicated to enforcing justice."
"yea i, guess i... follow." he is so confused he even punctuates funny.
"so this spirit of justice, he comes to earth to enforce justice, and just ciaos? like superman? what's his name? who summons him?"
"the fighter. the combatant." now he looks even more confused.
"there was a fight. one of the combatants felt strong justice was in order, and called him, willed him, to come to his aid."
"right." he looks funny.
"right. and it can be a strategic move. u can even make him a tactical accomplice in a battle." his expression cracks me up gradually.
"in some places they call this a guardian force. GF."
"guardian force, as in sort of, guardian angel?"
"yep."
"guardian demon, u mean."
"well."
he mulled on this, then remembers.
"what's his name?"
"guan yu."
today is a sadly momentous day. i blog about randomness out of randomness to escape Grievous Grief.
check out debbykaspari.com, and she has a blog which is drawingthemotmot. there is testimony to Prolifism(?) through Practice. to be prolific is to be great. i will be a great sleeper. i wonder what the sleep-hours record is, becoz to break that i'd have to torture my conscious sanity to induce deepest slumber, and also the wake-hours record, for that matter. i am reading fear and loathing in las vegas, and in there hunter the hero goes something like 80 hours. madness!
and, a happy birthday to bro.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------gahamisien--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"from afar, he had a sort of barrel chest, big, massive paunch. he wore some kind of uniform, very formal. from afar, from afar!" - he stressed it with much animation - "he could've been your uncle with a walking stick."
"then he came closer. his face was dark, his look was dark. he had this designer moustache-beard, a sharp black trident, they're like very long and flutter about in the wind." he makes the accompanying gestures, a most dramatic storyteller.
"ok now, u think, a very mean, menacing uncle. up close - whoohow - no more delusions. he lords over u, and everyone, 8 feet of muscle. what u mistook for his stick was a chunky spear. easily a hundred pounds."
and his eyes sort of glaze in recollection. i have seen this look on many people who tell me about it - this monster spear. they never forget the sight.
"very, very Brutal blade. thick pole. and this very real ornate scroll carvings on the uh, hilt. he holds it like... ok i wouldn't say he holds it. it's more a part of him. it's like custom-made for his size, and implanted to make him a killing machine. he's a goddamn vertical tank with a blade!"
he talks faster and gets more agitated. and again, i have seen this look, this incredulous, pleading look, which says tell me i'm not crazy.
i try to explain as if it was nothing extraordinary.
"he is... summoned. he is not even exactly living."
"ghost? a really high rate ghost, then. he musta been lord of devils."
"yes, some kind of ghost, but more a spirit. it embodies and represents, some kind of human spirit."
"yeah... aren't ghosts supposed to be dead people? the human spirit which still wants to live on?"
"no no, sometimes some people have a will stronger than merely living."
i stop becoz this is hard to explain, and he looks at me oddly, in silence. i'll just tell him and tackle his questions.
"ok, that person/ghost/whatever, was the patron saint of policemen. he embodied the spirit of justice."
"haaaaaaahah. no shit."
"no shit. when he died his great desire for justice through the ages exceeded his own want to become a ghost, or reincarnate, or go quietly, whatever... u follow?" - i don't pause for him - "he became a spirit dedicated to enforcing justice."
"yea i, guess i... follow." he is so confused he even punctuates funny.
"so this spirit of justice, he comes to earth to enforce justice, and just ciaos? like superman? what's his name? who summons him?"
"the fighter. the combatant." now he looks even more confused.
"there was a fight. one of the combatants felt strong justice was in order, and called him, willed him, to come to his aid."
"right." he looks funny.
"right. and it can be a strategic move. u can even make him a tactical accomplice in a battle." his expression cracks me up gradually.
"in some places they call this a guardian force. GF."
"guardian force, as in sort of, guardian angel?"
"yep."
"guardian demon, u mean."
"well."
he mulled on this, then remembers.
"what's his name?"
"guan yu."
Thursday, March 02, 2006
wth is "meme" anyway??
The way it works.
Knock the top name off the list below. Add yours to the bottom.
Ramblings from a Disenchanted Idealist
YummyBrainGravy
Ann Spam
Footloose Fantasy
Gesamtkunstwerk
Tag five people for this meme
1. i can't be bothered.
2. everyone has done this sorta thing.
3. can u tag the person who tagged u?
4. no, really. if u wanna do it go ahead. then again no one will, so damn this system.
5. i will put this in spreadout.
What were you doing 10 years ago?
the year was 1996 and it was always sunny. we had class parties, self-extended pe sessions, and conquer tournaments. we had all the answers to exams, and to life. we had a compulsory bm class doing upsr papers, where i'd always pick "d: I, II, III dan IV", and play football after, and this was on saturdays, before noon. then we'd adjourn to java/mamak for quake. it was the infant year of the cybercafe as Divine Shrine for Teenage Entertainment.
howard and andrew and jia-sheen and me dabbled in an archaic hobby: stamp collecting. we made it big... Huge. we traded rare malaya pieces, bma malaya's, full sets, mint/used, and made gift-pacts with the maths teacher who had a veritable stash of antique first day covers.
What were you doing a year ago?
starting class for probably the last time, and looking at my naked neighbour.
5 snacks you enjoy
1. fried chicken
2. kaya sandwiches
3. roti telur satu, roti bom satu, kari ikan, teh ais!
4. siu long bao
5. does latte count?
5 songs to which you know all of the words
1. november rain, gnr
2. 'zhuk gwun ho', for cantonese karaoke
3. la luna, belinda carlisle
4. pocahontas colors of the wind
5. whiskey in the jar, metallica... and negaraku... and kau ilhamku, manbai... and changes, tupac
5 things you'd do if you were a millionaire
1. skydiving, scubadiving, surfing, live at redang
2. see europe by moller skycar
3. rock concerts
4. devote my time to painting and becoming a billionaire
5. get me one a these:
5 bad habits
1. smoking
2.
3. squandering my youth in the land of nod
4. treating closer friends worse than distant ones
5. doing laundry only when i'm out of underwear
5 things you enjoy doing
1. talking to myself
2. drawing
3. walking
4. choosing words
5. french movie on a rainy day
5 things you would not wear again
1. er??
2. this embarrasing red shirt which i've passed down to kwing
3. underwear gotten too tight
4. old saggy socks
5. braces
5 favourite toys
1. macquarie essential thesaurus
2. a basketball
3. a sudoku book
4. guitar, piano when there's one
5. an extremely poseable spiderman. he used to climb bars over books do karate moves taichi moves splits handstand upside down, with special appearances in combat with ice bionicle, and they'd fight it out on my top shelf. later wl added another green bug bionicle and they gangbang spiderman.
Knock the top name off the list below. Add yours to the bottom.
Ramblings from a Disenchanted Idealist
YummyBrainGravy
Ann Spam
Footloose Fantasy
Gesamtkunstwerk
Tag five people for this meme
1. i can't be bothered.
2. everyone has done this sorta thing.
3. can u tag the person who tagged u?
4. no, really. if u wanna do it go ahead. then again no one will, so damn this system.
5. i will put this in spreadout.
What were you doing 10 years ago?
the year was 1996 and it was always sunny. we had class parties, self-extended pe sessions, and conquer tournaments. we had all the answers to exams, and to life. we had a compulsory bm class doing upsr papers, where i'd always pick "d: I, II, III dan IV", and play football after, and this was on saturdays, before noon. then we'd adjourn to java/mamak for quake. it was the infant year of the cybercafe as Divine Shrine for Teenage Entertainment.
howard and andrew and jia-sheen and me dabbled in an archaic hobby: stamp collecting. we made it big... Huge. we traded rare malaya pieces, bma malaya's, full sets, mint/used, and made gift-pacts with the maths teacher who had a veritable stash of antique first day covers.
What were you doing a year ago?
starting class for probably the last time, and looking at my naked neighbour.
5 snacks you enjoy
1. fried chicken
2. kaya sandwiches
3. roti telur satu, roti bom satu, kari ikan, teh ais!
4. siu long bao
5. does latte count?
5 songs to which you know all of the words
1. november rain, gnr
2. 'zhuk gwun ho', for cantonese karaoke
3. la luna, belinda carlisle
4. pocahontas colors of the wind
5. whiskey in the jar, metallica... and negaraku... and kau ilhamku, manbai... and changes, tupac
5 things you'd do if you were a millionaire
1. skydiving, scubadiving, surfing, live at redang
2. see europe by moller skycar
3. rock concerts
4. devote my time to painting and becoming a billionaire
5. get me one a these:
5 bad habits
1. smoking
2.
3. squandering my youth in the land of nod
4. treating closer friends worse than distant ones
5. doing laundry only when i'm out of underwear
5 things you enjoy doing
1. talking to myself
2. drawing
3. walking
4. choosing words
5. french movie on a rainy day
5 things you would not wear again
1. er??
2. this embarrasing red shirt which i've passed down to kwing
3. underwear gotten too tight
4. old saggy socks
5. braces
5 favourite toys
1. macquarie essential thesaurus
2. a basketball
3. a sudoku book
4. guitar, piano when there's one
5. an extremely poseable spiderman. he used to climb bars over books do karate moves taichi moves splits handstand upside down, with special appearances in combat with ice bionicle, and they'd fight it out on my top shelf. later wl added another green bug bionicle and they gangbang spiderman.
