Thursday, January 02, 2003 :::
fab thai food at thai noodle house
this cosy joint near coronation plaza
::: posted by deslucent at 5:43 AM
Wednesday, January 01, 2003 :::
i ate lobster sashimi
on boxing day
the bloody thing was still life and moving
on the plate
cruel cruel
::: posted by deslucent at 8:31 AM
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
~Our Lady Peace
::: posted by deslucent at 8:27 AM
Sunday, December 29, 2002 :::
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
~Bob Dylan
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no excerpts from this... every line is essentail in its own right... vote left
::: posted by deslucent at 9:46 PM
camphor oil for a running nose
::: posted by deslucent at 10:22 AM
Should old acquaintances be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
And days of auld lang syne, my dear,
And days of auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
We twa hae run about the braes
And pou’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin' auld lang syne,
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld ang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin' auld lang syne.
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o thine
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
::: posted by deslucent at 10:11 AM
totally waste of time meeting when it was supposed to be the finaliser, the agreement upon which both sides will come to an amicable consensus and move on from here...well it started with a fair enough attitutude to attain such a goal, but after three hours the whole thing degenerated into a farcical tit for tat, and a whole lot of undermining and baseless accussations that nullified the whole raison deteretrea of the whole meeting in the foremost place.
Dear Dr Ong Teck Chin, I thank you for the time you have spent that Saturday in mediating over the issues between me and my parents. However, I see little use in the outcome of the meeting, other than the superficial conclusion that the word 'directive' cannot be explicitly used when describing the premise upon which Agnes Wong was operating. I am sad that such a conclusion - one very much akin to the very first meeting that prohibited me from using what was deemed vulgar language - came out after many hours of talks, sidestepping the central issues of responsibility and bravery to acknowledge mistakes. Whether or not you share a simliar view, I see little impact and influence such a conclusion has upon the whole debacle. The meeting started earnestly enough with both sides wanting to come to a consensus. However the whole meeting degerenated into a puerile tit-for-tat farce when my intentions of having the meeting were undermined by baseless accusations. From that point on, I saw little sincerity in the meeting and a deviation from any resolution worth commiting to. Unfair accusations that I brought it all upon myself will linger and the whole issue has become cemented as history in the minds of people involved. Many loose ends will not be tied until a broader meeting is called for. Jeremy Ian Lim
::: posted by deslucent at 8:47 AM
recommendo - carmen by bizet
esp habenera by maria callas
::: posted by deslucent at 8:02 AM
why the heck do people ask questions which they want a fixed answer for...i aint doing a fucking exam when they ask me questions and award marks... what the hell...having conversations with these people always feel like i am being evaluated...having my cranioum measured...having my thoughts gauged and having my speech weighed...sourcing for 'thoughfully polished diamonds', well al you're going to get is the raw earth...the slugy smell of mud..the petulance of a gopher... so here it is
'ian what do guys look for in girls'
'its all about the looks'
*incredulous look* 'what?'
'well yes if the face isnt of your liking how can you spend your entire life gazing at it'
'but..'
'but what don't believe all the hobnob bullshit about inner beauty and guys searching for girl's personality that they like'
'serious' *look of disbelief clouding her naivie lil face
*it all boils down to appearance, either you have it or you don't, thats why guys all go for certain girls'
- silence -
'why do yyou think there's so much interest in the cosmetic market - a very lucrative industry indeed'
'i dont believe jeremy goes after sj because of looks' to another guy
'she is daaaaaamn chioooo for one'
*more giggling erupting* 'really?'
'you still dont believe me, well ask any bloke in this canteen and he would give the same answer'
*me going to this "annonymous" bloke called zach who was soo studiously doing olympiad math
'hey what do you go for in girls'
'why...the looks of course'
::: posted by deslucent at 7:55 AM
they know what is what
but they duno what is what
they just strut
they just strut
what the fuck
~fatboy slim 'is fucking in heaven'
live on brighton beach
moving a quarter million
::: posted by deslucent at 7:09 AM
mambo goddess:
finally a singaporean sheila with the substance to take the goddess crown. innocent girl next door looks without being plaid nor staid... bleaches midlenght hair, cute braces, dimples when similing a pic of youthful charm. slitty asian eyes but not without the sparkle of stars at twilight. well wadya say, theres a neu #1 in my head..
::: posted by deslucent at 7:07 AM
oh the dog joke:
a singaporean dog was swimming towards batam
when midway he met an indonesian dog
swimming from where he came from
as travellers they started some banter
- why do you want to swim to singapore
- well there i can find peace and prosperity, with greater opportunities
why then are you swimming the other way
- so that i can bark
::: posted by deslucent at 5:34 AM
smoked a musicweed done yesterday
heard the worst semicharmed kind of life ever ever
even the sailors could sing better
than that charmless man
and his dipping waves
and his hand motions
that convulsed serious nausea
tim was motion sick
and it wasnt because of the revolving restaurant
empire brought some great alt rock with political messages
well singaporean dogs still can wag
sound of eden and their cover of Smashing's
bullet with butterfly wings
near perfect concordance between drummer and guitarists
lucidity was astounding
the antithrust... industrial outfit powered by a rabid drummer
belted a track with hallmarks of Rage
stage antics that were sublime, yet not contrived
::: posted by deslucent at 5:32 AM
