your friendly neihbourhood tuk-tuk driver man.....trust him...at your own peril...wahhahahaha (this laugh is suppose to sound evil)!!

this day

right, so NS is inching closer and closer.
i'm imagining a wall at the distance...yes, a wall.
and it has legs!
oh boy...
a couple of legs in fact, and they're marching closer and closer to me.
the wall is made up of those old reddish-brown bricks you'd find in those old cottages in the movies and it's covered with moss and dirt.
and pasted on it, one big poster.

NS!!!

ok so 'm being lame.
but you can't blame me right? the period of permissible lameness is coming to a close.
so give me some space here.

behind the gates.

3 towers.

offering.

river drift.

sleepless in bangkok

Group tours aren't my thing. you get pushed around alot and you feel there's little time for anything. a holiday should be a time when you can just lay back, forget about time, and do what you want. yeah didn't really have a "wow" time. and yeah i'm back from thailand.

if there's one naaiizz quote i'll take from my trip, it's this "cheap thing no good, good thing no cheap". true in many ways but i don't think it applies to beach rd. hahz. that's one place you get cheap and good at the same time. mostly.

some things i don't like buying cheap: i don't buy cheap watches because i don't want to be late; i don't buy cheap shoes because i want to walk; i don't buy cheap sunglasses because i'm on glasses; i don't buy cheap underwear because i don't want balls of fungi. someone reminded me i'd rather buy second-hand underwear than a second-hand DSLR. Cheap here refers to imitation aka pirated rather than cheap as referred to in the dictionary. my rationale for the previous x2 sentence. i'd rather buy second-hand underwear rather than a second-hand DSLR BECAUSE firstly, a second-hand underwear is way cheaper than a second-hand DSLR. secondly, i wouldn't buy a second-hand underwear from someone who has a history of viral infection leading to shrivelled balls or fungi infested crotch leading to toadstools emerging out from what used to be favourable areas or mycelium covered "things". thirdly, compare the 2 items. $1.50 second-hand underwear which has been used for 2 years. $800 NIKON D50 which has been used for 2 years. hands down i'll grab that underwear first. an electronic item for me, has a lifespan of 5 years. splurging $800 on it isn't worth it i think.

anyway, i compare bangkok with an old antenna tv showing a war movie and the antenna gets a bad reception and the screen goes all flickering and noisy while you still get the snippets of war in the midst of the noise and flickers. get it? in summary i wouldn't live in bangkok for 2 straight weeks. yeah it's the best shopping area alright. but all that business and traffic and smoke and movement makes me a little nauseated. a little city sick if i could use that word.

and the hotel in bangkok was displaying signs of ageing. water pipes were making noises at night. so i couldn't really sleep well. refer to title.

and i realised parasailing isn't as exhilirating as i thought. playing a soccer game would give me a thrill factor of 3/5. rock climbing would give me a thrill factor of 3/5. white water rafting would give me a thrill factor of 3.5/5. winning anything would give me a thrill factor of 3/5. but parasailing? i must say it'll go down to 2.5/5. it's just something that you can imagine. you see, when you imagine, you get to see it visually. and you can't feel it. before my ascent, i imagined it, parasailing and seeing the boat infront of me and i thought it must feel "whoa!". but during the actual thing, it was exactly like i imagined. exactly. just visual and no feel. i'm floating on air and i see the water below and the boat in front circling and that's it. so at the end i was just "oooooh kay~". oh well.

the tuk-tuk ride was better. it was thrilling because i was always suspicious with the driver. i couldn't believe he was an honest guy (...prejudice, me,....bloody hell). ok here's abit for you to think about. he goes asking stuff and trying to be friendly (i think),

" so, how long, the flight...singapore to bangkok?"

"erm, 1 hour... and 45 mins." (using my fingers for added visual comunication aid)

a few minutes later..

"there tuk-tuk in singapore?"

"no...got trishaw...cycle cycle" (hands doing cycling action)

10 minutes later

"my family in singapore you know. she fly here every month visit and then go back"

"oh really? i have friend...school in singapore but come back thailand for university"

"oh..ah..."

ok now, if you have a family in singapore, why ask how long was the flight? fishy fishy yes? i thought with a family in singapore he would at least be competent with the details of singapore even though he has never flown there right? i thought he was either lying to me about the family or he was also trying to test my honesty of telling him that i was from singapore. and the ride was 20 baht. it got me smelling tunas and salmons from the start. that's like one singapore dollar. i was imagining him taking us to a quiet corner and taking out the knife and asking for our money. and along the way i was flexing my muscles abit with the hope that he would catch a glimpse of that "i am not to be messed with" image and get intimidated. well, the robbery didn't occur. so maybe it worked? haha...

so thank God i'm back safe and got slightly more than 2 weeks more before NS. am gonna go gym and swim often, ring me up if you wanna join.

before NS, i'm going to reach this:

20 pull-ups in one go.
10.15-10.00 minutes for 2.4km run.
2 laps (50m + 50m) without stopping for swimming.

pray for me please?

ok the next few pictures would be from the thailand trip.

i need a DSLR....

something signifying relationships. just think about it. circles symbolising relationships.

this day - graduation

i can't understand.
having problems posting an artwork.

sigh.

i got a list of stuff i can't post and i think it has something to do with the format.

but anyway...

school is over, graduation over and done with after days of brooding over the impending surge of nervousness that will emerge from beneath the stage from which i have to give my "beautiful" speech.
and the nervousness didn't materialise. thank God.
if i had it my way, the speech wouldn't be edited and it would go something like this.

me: graduates oi!!!

audience: OI!!!!!

me: graduates oi!!!!

audience: OI!!!!!

me: i say stylo you say milo. STYLO!!

audiece: MILO!!!

me: STYLO STYLO MILO!!

audience: MILO MILO STYLO!!

me: excellent!!

audience: WELL DONE!!

me: well done!!

audience: EXCELLENT!!

me: Congratulations graduates. Thank you for your attention. Let's work for world peace!!

yep, i would have loved doing that...but well. It's not my grandpa's school.

and i want to take some space on this blog to thank my coursemates for everything.
dudes and dudettes, thank you so much. 3 years have gone past so quickly. i've learnt alot from you guys, so thank you. couldn't include you guys in the speech so this one's for you.

and everything went well. was lucky the audience was looking on the screen instead of piercing their eyes onto mine while i was giving the speech. that would have transformed my legs to jelly and make me use my mutant powers turning everything to dust.
you guys were lucky!

ok the sad news before i end.

no more free gym.

(grr....)

this day

ok it's actually this day and a few days before.

how to be smooth with the interviewing media
the shy\/neux guide.

1) Think of possible questions that will be asked and think thoroughly for the answers.
For example: "Why did you choose this course of study?"

2) They will not specify the type of media so be prepared for all kinds of media such as television, radio and newspaper.

3) Wear presentable clothes and avoid accessories that make you look like a "mat" or "beng" and avoid hairstyles that make you look like you just got out of bed.

4) Smile and don't look like you've got a rat biting your toe. if you're wearing oakleys', try to make your air time look like an advertisement.

5) Don't be surprised if they shove a camera in front of your face and don't even think of running to that nice and breezy exit door, especially when you're answering the questions. There is no way out.

6) If the media is in your mother tongue, practice it beforehand to avoid looking like a duck that's trying to chirp.



yep... the 6 things i did not do.

i've always been media-phobic and the experience hadn't change me. my wish for the whole of singapore to blackout just before my face appeared didn't materialize...and all i could do was lie down on the carpet in a guinness world book of records winning contortion with my ears and eyes covered, cringing from my own face on tv.

ahh unmistakeable signs of media-phobia.

"alternate self". a random picking of pictures. a pinch of emotions. half an hour later....this. something i did for myself, about myself. the journey of self-discovery can be therepeutic. there are so many faces to a person, so many personalities, sometimes you wonder which one is dominant.

surrendering to heaven

looks like we've dipped ourselves in
overwhelming blessing,
and you did nothing,
nothing worth mentioning.

bathed in splendour
empty,
your lingering demeanour
had you floating
in subliminal wonder.

scenes of the past,
have woken me.
caressing me.
broken me.
free.

breach these gates,
to a burst of elation,
this new sensation
to set us deep,
to set us deep in this motion.

what have we done before,
though i couldn't ask for more.
spring of solitude,
cascading into our sea.

we've been lifted,
without consent,
could we keep hovering,
and reassemble our intent.

scenes of the past,
have woken me.
and i'm broken,
set free!

breach these gates,
to a burst of elation,
this new sensation
to set us deep,
to set us deep in this,
in this motion....




guess i've stopped doing this in my other blog.
i'll just use this blog for everything.

if only you can hear this one with the music in my head.
add in the heavy guitars and meditative voice.
and abit of piano and slow drums.
echoing bells too.
and you got it right.