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04:47pm 26/09/2011
 
mood: listless
(from the lesser to the better)

It’s trudges, movements running on empty.
Half full, the four walls that had contained two.
The hollow sounds connives quite naturally,
to bring about a certain quiet that tries to rule

But the flower has left, the sun naturally follows,
leaving behind her half grocer, half Ikea showroom.
her pillows seek attention, their arrangement shows,
The lone toothbrush, the empty shelves, the gloom.

The mule still visits the café with its excuse of a Wi-Fi,
he makes half a purchase (without the mocha frap)
takes up half a table and proposal time, he does try,
but it’s his bird, angry or not, her absence brings dread

Halfway, this day, after the yummy and the furry,
already, the munchy in meeting the crunchy,
has had a new level duly conferred,
half expected but it is fully deserved.

(half written, but do refer to the title)
 
     
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Decepticon-ded   
04:22am 27/02/2011
 
mood: melancholy
my ipod is shuffling like a (bad) dream, ballad after ballad of the kind of ballads i really shouldn't be listening to now. Pink is telling me you've given up, Damian Rice's suggesting that my pupil's in denial and John Waite is reminding me to keep telling myself that i ain't missing you. i don't even want to try to figure out what Queensryche is communicating to me now.

remote in hand, i could always turn the stereo off or start playing Incubus, the latter always perks me up but what bloody perking up do i need at 4 a.m. in the morning? i haven't been up so late at night in a while. it doesn't help when i've spent the last 5 hours half punishing my ear drums. the Jamaicans beat the Germans, there's no justice! never mind that, the show could use some crowd and my heart goes out to the show producers. oh god, that damn love song from Train has just came on. i swear my ipod's a Decepticon.

i'm gonna sleep it off. no Foo Fighters, i ain't doing that...
 
     
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rearranged disarray   
02:49am 20/12/2010
 
mood: pensive
rearranged surroundings bring about a certain calm,
that otherwise would have call forth the inner drum,
whilst drenched in a sweet, albeit acoustic comfort.
dimmed ambiance does not quite filter the curt hurt.

nevertheless, the calculated agenda did so permit,
the less than familiar, the accosting of self-contradiction, 
dependable embrace of the herd; less bitter, more sweet,
and then culminating in the gathering in beloved tradition. 
 
     
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foodie doo   
12:43am 13/12/2010
 
mood: awake
Food. I don't know what to make of it but it certainly has taken up a significant part of my last few weeks.

If i am not scouring online recipes, i stroll the supermarket aisles endlessly, thinking about my next cooking endeavour. I find the program 'Masterchef' much more entertaining than 'Accidentally on Purpose' (easy comparison since the latter is crap). At times, I even think that Nigella Lawson is hotter than Cobie Smulders. I start having friends over for the food rather than the drinks. I've heard it before but I now I do believe - that cooking is therapeutic.

My best friends will tell you that I don't cook. They're right, I don't. I now find my really tiny kitchen a very cool spot in my apartment. Until recently, my best dish is 'La Instant' - that's my own Korean instant noodle recipe. Until recently, I've got more beers in my fridge than food stuff. Until recently, if I tell my friends that I made curry, it's like telling them that I've bungee-jumped (I'm afraid of heights). I am no chef but I now, from time to time, fantasize about being one. I am now really envious of personalities like Jamie Oliver, Gordon Ramsay and Anthony Bourdain; and even that jerk-off Bobby Chinn. I like it that, whether the hell they can really cook or not, they speak food so good.

I'm really not sure how it all started. Perhaps I'm sick of packing food from downstairs. Maybe it's that someone's cooking that I miss very much. Maybe I just wanted to take my metrosexual-ness to the next level. Whatever reason it is, it's not important. I am now just a spur-of-the-moment from buying my first cookbook.

Damn you, AFC.


 
     
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12:43pm 16/10/2010
 
mood: productive
dear self,

it's been a while now dude, a few months out in the wide open seas. you've braved some weird storms; the choppy waters, the odd unexpected nets, the heavy heat on your shoulders, a horizon of nothingness, the cold numbing loneliness, the broken oars, the flock of annoying birds. you've thirsted enough, wasted enough time on well intended but inane navigation. your world didn't rock, only your boat did.

time to hit land and dock (for the time being at least), time for new territories, new sights and sounds, new adventures with a renewed spirit. embrace fresh beginnings, saunter on like the tourist that you are, swagger if you have to, like a gun-slinger at high noon. replace the angst with the crooked smile that you have. embrace new possibilities, learn to forgive and then try harder to forget. stretch out towards the sky and take it all in, into your big big heart.

i'll be here if you need me.


 
     
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changing winds   
06:58pm 11/06/2010
  changing winds, hastened in a moment of resolve
brings forth a different perspective, a new paradigm
bittersweet embrace aside, familiar smells dissolves
the gentle nudge, encourages a new unwitting incline
 
     
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Writer's Block: Mind reader   
03:30pm 14/05/2010
 
In three words, describe what's currently running through your mind.

Hainanese Chicken Rice
 
     
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manic monday   
06:39pm 03/05/2010
 
mood: melancholy
morning to midday mood swings moderately managed, with misguided manouvers. messages from m&m were mundane, marked and with manipulative intents. more?? my my, mum's the word. myself included, my mate's misinformed and muddled. maybe much of the mayhem was moved by pure malice. madness... i'm mortified.


 
     
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last weekend   
06:41pm 02/02/2010
  almost the length of some small country down south,
i made the unexpected distance, unresolved and dissed
chicken rice not withstanding, (disagreeing mouth),
i climbed, measured, cut, pasted and got pissed
 
     
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@ the gates of heaven (part 1)   
11:20am 26/06/2009
 
mood: listless
As the King moonwalks his way to heaven's gate,
the half black half-man, half wanted to gyrate,
he tips his toes to stop, spins quickly around,
only to find that a blonde bombshell awaits.

Decked in Baywatch red, the ex angel coyly nods
She runs her fingers through her bangs and prods,
"St. Peter's late, wanna be startin somethin"?
she does that pose that left 12 million in a knot
 
     
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the walk   
11:58am 07/10/2008
 

the walk of solitude escapes some, clamps others.
agonizingly familiar to some, excruciating to others
 


 
     
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age of reason   
06:16pm 14/08/2008
  days before the number, i brace myself,
restrospectively disgruntled, i pace myself
unwittingly brash, admonishment deserved,
guilt notwithstanding, integrity preserved.
 
     
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unsleeping   
12:43am 08/07/2008
 
mood: melancholy
unsleeping (if there's such a word),
forced away from cotton comfort.
wasted words on unwitting pasts,
and to ache on the inane thrusts

La ou je pars, the music heeds
to where Emmanuel, the seek?
rich tones complimenting the silky
hello, alcoholic moment of clarity
 
     
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Positively Maybe   
02:23pm 27/05/2005
 
mood: contemplative
Maybe the seasons will change
And bring along solace and sanctity
Perhaps my ship will finally come in
And dock for an eternity…

Till then, shall I not forge ahead
And dawdle with Mr. Destiny
Perhaps I’d host the eternal revelry
And douse my gumption in whisky

Maybe I should count the ways
How I can pass my desolate days
Perhaps I could start a deciding race
Between reason, inanity and daze

Till then, shall I not raise a hoot
And invite prudence to my farce
Perhaps it comes with a heavy boot
For a monumental kick up my arse
 
     
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For those who visited Vietnam.   
03:20pm 06/05/2005
 
mood: bored
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Road to Hanoi - Part 6   
03:29am 05/04/2005
 
mood: sleepy
Pictures of The Citadel, as promised.

If you're wondering what the hell is The Citadel:

The seat of the Imperial Vietnamese government in the 19th century until well into the 20th centruy, the Citadel in Hue shows the splendor of an emperor's residence.  Heavily damaged by the war and by neglect before that,  much still remains and has been restored.

The palace ground is a square enclosure with a circumference of 10,000 m, a height of 6.6 m and a thickness of about 21 cm. The center of the wall is packed with dirt while the outer shell is built with bricks. There are ten gates to access the Citadel each with a two story watch tower. The Citadel was built to accommodate 24 bastions with over 400 canons.


But really, who wants to know?

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Breakfast & Epiphany   
02:03am 29/03/2005
 
mood: loved
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Mae @ The Shangri La, KL
 
     
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Road to Hanoi - Part 5   
09:52pm 26/03/2005
 
mood: artistic
Here's the rest of the Tomb of Tu Duc pictures.
For the beneft of those who hasn't been following my inane series of Road to Hanoi postings, I'm still in Hue.

Tomb of Tu Duc - Part 2


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Next in the series - The Citadel. Stay tuned
 
     
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Road to Hanoi - Part 4   
04:08am 21/03/2005
 
mood: sleepy
Spent the (first half of my remaining) morning in Hue visiting the Tomb of Tu Duc. I had only about an hour in this place before having to leave to see the Citadel (another half hour away). I guess I went trigger-happy with camera without paying attention to details. Here's some of the better pictures.

Tomb of Tu Duc- Part 1

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Road to Hanoi - Part 3   
05:53pm 19/03/2005
 
mood: listless
So I arrived in Hue.

18 hours on the train, stuffed in a cabin with absolutely nothing to do, can actually kill brain cells. Naturally I was estatic as I stepped out of the train, onto a platform filled with little food stalls and dubious-looking people in uniforms. Was even happier when my dulled senses alerted me to the cool (14 deg) temperature. It was like walking in perpetual air-conditioned comfort.

Observed the sights and sounds as I took a cab to the hotel. If you've been to a small countryside town in China, you'd have a pretty good idea what Hue looks like.

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