Monday, October 30, 2006
Ramble
This is a ramble of my thoughts that are in my head now that I am putting on paper for no one to read but if you choose to read them and if you get pissed reading this ramble coz there will not be any full stop at all, then I suggest you stop reading now before it's too late and your blood pressure goes up until you feel your head adding on some kilos, numbness in your fingers and toes and shortness of breath, because I surely will not take any responsibility for your condition, heck, even I myself wont take responsibility for that happening to me because if it ever happens to me, it is because I am too darn lazy and tired and lacking of time to do any exercises these days but then again I think it is just an excuse on my part not to do any exercises because I can clearly rememeber a time when I played in almost all kinds of sports and whatever happened to those days you may ask, is, well, most of my kaki's got married, too old, too fat, too lazy, too important to steal any time whatsoever to play with me a game of soccer, tennis, handball, hockey, rugby so on and so forth because I can't find them anymore or maybe that is just my excuse or maybe that is the same excuse we are telling ourselves so that we can don't exercise or meet up for any purpose whatsoever because most likely after awhile, we kind of pass that stage where we need to get together now that we have so called our own life to lead whereas when we were still back in school or whatever we kind of shared something in common which is either playing truant or scoring A's for our parents until one day we realise that school or even university serves no actual purpose in determining whether your life will turn out great or turn upside down because that is something that no one else can do unto us except ourselves and that is our God given right to choose how we end up living this life, where we can spend all of our time here on Earth being pissed at each other or start accepting that each and everyone of us is different and similar at the same time in order to see beyond our percieved differences and recognise the unifying factor that all of us are flesh and blood regardless of culture,race,language and religion because when we are happy we laugh and when we get hurt we cry and that itself is a miracle don't you think so?
Haze
When our forest burns, we suffer from the ashes, the remains of life once rich. Even though we may be hundreds of kilometers away, our eyes still tear. Tears from the ashes, brought to us by the wind to remind us that somewhere not too far away, something living has passed on by.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
The Departed
To lose oneself is akin to selling one's soul to the devil. Most literature both modern and old, dealt with this topic and the reason behind it is mainly for fleeting selfish wants and indulgences. The one moment in time where we become weak and succumb to unnecessary wants, is the time we lose our goodness, our values and principal. That is the moment we will sign on the dotted line the contract with the horned one.
From that moment on, we are doomed. Condemned. Not by God or anyone, not even the Devil but by ourselves. We betrayed ourselves. We lose ourselves in the endless chasm of discontentment and disappointment.
From that moment on, we are doomed. Condemned. Not by God or anyone, not even the Devil but by ourselves. We betrayed ourselves. We lose ourselves in the endless chasm of discontentment and disappointment.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Mending Fences and Second Chances
Nobody is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes once in a while.
Everyone of us will have our moment of weakness in any given point in time, whereby we may have wronged someone close to us, a loved one, a friend or perfect stranger even.
The most important thing is then, is to realise our mistake and make amends to right the wrong. I think all us do know how to differentiate what is right and what is wrong. Once we realise our wrong and when the dust settles, that is the time to mend fences and for second chances.
Everyone of us will have our moment of weakness in any given point in time, whereby we may have wronged someone close to us, a loved one, a friend or perfect stranger even.
The most important thing is then, is to realise our mistake and make amends to right the wrong. I think all us do know how to differentiate what is right and what is wrong. Once we realise our wrong and when the dust settles, that is the time to mend fences and for second chances.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Alone Time
We all have our own time. Time to be with people, time to be by ourselves. We spend most of our days interacting with people from work and play and the days seem to past in the blink of an eye. Before we know it, another day has past and before long another year has past.
However, when we have time to be by ourselves, time seems to slow down. Everything moves according to our whim and fancy. We have time to reflect. We have time to relax. We can spend such time in our own space or share such time with mother nature. Let our guard down and just in that space, be ourselves again and be one with our surrounding.
A time of rediscovery, a time of peace.
However, when we have time to be by ourselves, time seems to slow down. Everything moves according to our whim and fancy. We have time to reflect. We have time to relax. We can spend such time in our own space or share such time with mother nature. Let our guard down and just in that space, be ourselves again and be one with our surrounding.
A time of rediscovery, a time of peace.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
32 Hours - The First Quarter
The 1st Hour :-
I came to this world fragile and weak.
Nearly gone in less than a minute.
Luck was on my side and hence,
I past my hour with love and care from my mother and father
The 2nd,3rd,4th,5th hour :-
During these hours, most of everything was a blur.
I remember a metal push car here and a Dog called Mao Lui there.
I remember running around with my King Kong toy and a T shirt to match.
I remember taking the bus with my mother in the morning.
I remember my father carrying me as I looked at his footsteps as he walked ahead.
I remember watching movies with my parents and it was great.
I remember giving my Grandpa back knocks and massages.
I remember he would always catch either me or my cousins to massage his back whenever we are in his vicinity.
The 6th/7th hour :-
These are the hours which brought forth my formal introduction to the world at large.
At the 6th hour, I was exposed to the language called English. Made a new fried (late friend now, RIP Alan) called Alan. His name I feared due to a movie called Alien which my parents took me to watch. Around the half hour mark of the 7th hour, my fear subsided and he became my first good friend. Around the 6th hour, I also met a girl who will eventually be my only link to my days here in the kindagarten. Her name is PS.I remember the 7th hour. The first minute of this hour, fear again struck me as I was now leaving the 6th hour school, into the 7th hour school called the Primary school.I remember my mother, bringing me to school. I remember the moment class began and I remembered how fearful I was to see her leave. Though the seconds spent in school are insignificant, I felt the fear of losing her then, which seems more real than anytime else. I remembered crying and not letting her go. The seconds however, slowly passed. My fear of losing her passed as well. School became routine.
Made friends, good friends, built sand castles in the sky while the teacher taught, all these I did. PS was with me in the same school. I remember my mom bringing me fresh shirts during recess as I would play with my friends and would perspire until my shirt is drenched. I remember how my mother made friends with the canteen operator. And everytime I order food from her, the auntie would give me extra servings and sometimes I would get a treat from her. Either a pack of twisties or O' ya. It is also in the 7th hour that I lost my first grandparent. Rest in peace - Kung Kung. It was the first time I had to deal with death. I remember my father coming to school to pick me up. I asked him why in the car he wouldn't say. And when we reached home he told me Kung Kung has passed away. It was also the first time I see my mother cry....
The 8th/9th/10th/12th hours :-
These are the hours best remembered for my academic results. Seldom I am below 5th in the class rankings nor the school rankings. But then again, in my school before the 12th hour, there were only 2 classes in my same grade :P. It is in these hours,that I kept falling ill most of the time before each examination. It is in these hours that I also realised how my parents were actually happy with my performance at school. I remembered having came back being number 11 in class and school. I remember the feeling of disappointment that my parents would have had of me. I also remembered how wrong I was to assume such. They were not disappointed with me. They thought I was mad to give oneself so much shit. During these hours, I had a lot of fun, played soccer almost everyday at 6pm. I remember riding my BMX around the neighbourhood with my little biker gang. I remember before riding my BMX I had a smaller bike. I remember trying to whack a mosquito on my leg while riding the bike. I failed to hit it, lost balanced and fell to the ground, hitting my head on a rock. I remember seeing blood drip from my head. I was not afraid, my cousin came to bring me back. I washed my wound and drenched my t-shirt with blood. My mother came and saw my bloodied t-shirt, she almost fainted. It was also the first time I got stitches. I had 8 stitches to my head. I remember camping outside my house, getting scared and cold and wanting to go back in but not allowed to by my father because he spent 100 bucks to buy me the tent! I had to use it because it was my request. I remember how small things like planning to go for walks in the morning is to me. How excited I would get excited about waking up early in the morning before the sun rises. Which at the 32nd hour is something that I absolutely do not miss!! I remember how quiet it is in the morning. I remember how beautiful it is to see the colors of the sky when the sun starts to rise. I remember how tasty my first bowl of supper maggie noodle was when I was allowed to stay past midnite once with my cousin staying over. We were watching Sapphire and Steel and my mom cooked us maggi that night. I remember how the dark nights, when the power was out, I would go over to my neighbour's house to listen to Grannie tell us tales of her younger days. She brought up her only son by working in a tin mine. Now she's got a daughter in law and 3 beautiful grand daughters. I remember how fearful I get whenever my parents fought and I remember how somehow, whatever they fought about seems to get resolved whenever it rains. It is also in the 9th hour, my brother was born. During this particular hour, I felt so much love from my mother and father, I thought I was the happiest kid on the block. I remember my father went to open a video account at Home Video and we would rent videos to watch during the time when my mother was in hospital about to give birth to my brother. I remember seeing my mother at the hospital, I remember the distinct smell of her room in the hospital. I remember one night we brought porridge for her, it was raining outside and I found this little gazebo just outside her room. It was rainy and it felt nice and cool. The next minute or so, my brother was born. I remember seeing him in the hospital and I remember how small he is. From that minute on, I have a brother. The 10th/11th/12th hour I saw how fast he grew and how cute he was when he was young. His head was bigger than his body, and he was quite a chubby baby. We called him Tua Toa Kia. During these hours, I also remember my birthday celebrations. All my family would come and my mother and my aunt will prepare the food. Sometime we would have BBQ but others would be great food whipped out by all my aunts. I remember the presents, I remember playing with my cousins. Soon came the 11th hour and at this hour we had to take a national exam. My other Grandpa promised to give me 10 ringgit each for every As I scored. I came back with straight As and I got 50 ringgit. I felt happy and before long I got to experience my first change. I changed school. It was really traumatising for me then because I lost touch with my good friends and teachers that I have grown to love. This happened in the 12th hour. This was also the first time I got to experience riding in a school bus. At first I was apprehensive but before long, it became fun. At the new school, I got to make new friends and it is these friends whom I still keep in touch with till this day. At this hour, I got to find out my skills with a hockey stick. I somehow got into the school team and we went all the way to become 2nd in the state primary school category. I remember my coach telling me that I am the "King of the field". I remember scoring my best one touch goals ever. I also remember getting hit in the head by my opponent's hockey stick, falling into the grass, blacked out and saw stars for the first time when I came around. I remember also at this time, besides hockey, I can run. I can run pretty fast and I dont feel tired. I felt invincible. And before long, I got to join the 4 X 100m team. It was exhilarating to compete with people from other schools. I felt strangely proud of wearing my school colors then. And it was at this hour that I start to talk a lot with one particular girl. I didn't know why then, but it seems there are a lot of things to talk about with her. It is also odd that I will feel anxious whenever I see her. And before long the 12th hour ended. And so is primary school. We moved on to secondary school in the coming hours.
I came to this world fragile and weak.
Nearly gone in less than a minute.
Luck was on my side and hence,
I past my hour with love and care from my mother and father
The 2nd,3rd,4th,5th hour :-
During these hours, most of everything was a blur.
I remember a metal push car here and a Dog called Mao Lui there.
I remember running around with my King Kong toy and a T shirt to match.
I remember taking the bus with my mother in the morning.
I remember my father carrying me as I looked at his footsteps as he walked ahead.
I remember watching movies with my parents and it was great.
I remember giving my Grandpa back knocks and massages.
I remember he would always catch either me or my cousins to massage his back whenever we are in his vicinity.
The 6th/7th hour :-
These are the hours which brought forth my formal introduction to the world at large.
At the 6th hour, I was exposed to the language called English. Made a new fried (late friend now, RIP Alan) called Alan. His name I feared due to a movie called Alien which my parents took me to watch. Around the half hour mark of the 7th hour, my fear subsided and he became my first good friend. Around the 6th hour, I also met a girl who will eventually be my only link to my days here in the kindagarten. Her name is PS.I remember the 7th hour. The first minute of this hour, fear again struck me as I was now leaving the 6th hour school, into the 7th hour school called the Primary school.I remember my mother, bringing me to school. I remember the moment class began and I remembered how fearful I was to see her leave. Though the seconds spent in school are insignificant, I felt the fear of losing her then, which seems more real than anytime else. I remembered crying and not letting her go. The seconds however, slowly passed. My fear of losing her passed as well. School became routine.
Made friends, good friends, built sand castles in the sky while the teacher taught, all these I did. PS was with me in the same school. I remember my mom bringing me fresh shirts during recess as I would play with my friends and would perspire until my shirt is drenched. I remember how my mother made friends with the canteen operator. And everytime I order food from her, the auntie would give me extra servings and sometimes I would get a treat from her. Either a pack of twisties or O' ya. It is also in the 7th hour that I lost my first grandparent. Rest in peace - Kung Kung. It was the first time I had to deal with death. I remember my father coming to school to pick me up. I asked him why in the car he wouldn't say. And when we reached home he told me Kung Kung has passed away. It was also the first time I see my mother cry....
The 8th/9th/10th/12th hours :-
These are the hours best remembered for my academic results. Seldom I am below 5th in the class rankings nor the school rankings. But then again, in my school before the 12th hour, there were only 2 classes in my same grade :P. It is in these hours,that I kept falling ill most of the time before each examination. It is in these hours that I also realised how my parents were actually happy with my performance at school. I remembered having came back being number 11 in class and school. I remember the feeling of disappointment that my parents would have had of me. I also remembered how wrong I was to assume such. They were not disappointed with me. They thought I was mad to give oneself so much shit. During these hours, I had a lot of fun, played soccer almost everyday at 6pm. I remember riding my BMX around the neighbourhood with my little biker gang. I remember before riding my BMX I had a smaller bike. I remember trying to whack a mosquito on my leg while riding the bike. I failed to hit it, lost balanced and fell to the ground, hitting my head on a rock. I remember seeing blood drip from my head. I was not afraid, my cousin came to bring me back. I washed my wound and drenched my t-shirt with blood. My mother came and saw my bloodied t-shirt, she almost fainted. It was also the first time I got stitches. I had 8 stitches to my head. I remember camping outside my house, getting scared and cold and wanting to go back in but not allowed to by my father because he spent 100 bucks to buy me the tent! I had to use it because it was my request. I remember how small things like planning to go for walks in the morning is to me. How excited I would get excited about waking up early in the morning before the sun rises. Which at the 32nd hour is something that I absolutely do not miss!! I remember how quiet it is in the morning. I remember how beautiful it is to see the colors of the sky when the sun starts to rise. I remember how tasty my first bowl of supper maggie noodle was when I was allowed to stay past midnite once with my cousin staying over. We were watching Sapphire and Steel and my mom cooked us maggi that night. I remember how the dark nights, when the power was out, I would go over to my neighbour's house to listen to Grannie tell us tales of her younger days. She brought up her only son by working in a tin mine. Now she's got a daughter in law and 3 beautiful grand daughters. I remember how fearful I get whenever my parents fought and I remember how somehow, whatever they fought about seems to get resolved whenever it rains. It is also in the 9th hour, my brother was born. During this particular hour, I felt so much love from my mother and father, I thought I was the happiest kid on the block. I remember my father went to open a video account at Home Video and we would rent videos to watch during the time when my mother was in hospital about to give birth to my brother. I remember seeing my mother at the hospital, I remember the distinct smell of her room in the hospital. I remember one night we brought porridge for her, it was raining outside and I found this little gazebo just outside her room. It was rainy and it felt nice and cool. The next minute or so, my brother was born. I remember seeing him in the hospital and I remember how small he is. From that minute on, I have a brother. The 10th/11th/12th hour I saw how fast he grew and how cute he was when he was young. His head was bigger than his body, and he was quite a chubby baby. We called him Tua Toa Kia. During these hours, I also remember my birthday celebrations. All my family would come and my mother and my aunt will prepare the food. Sometime we would have BBQ but others would be great food whipped out by all my aunts. I remember the presents, I remember playing with my cousins. Soon came the 11th hour and at this hour we had to take a national exam. My other Grandpa promised to give me 10 ringgit each for every As I scored. I came back with straight As and I got 50 ringgit. I felt happy and before long I got to experience my first change. I changed school. It was really traumatising for me then because I lost touch with my good friends and teachers that I have grown to love. This happened in the 12th hour. This was also the first time I got to experience riding in a school bus. At first I was apprehensive but before long, it became fun. At the new school, I got to make new friends and it is these friends whom I still keep in touch with till this day. At this hour, I got to find out my skills with a hockey stick. I somehow got into the school team and we went all the way to become 2nd in the state primary school category. I remember my coach telling me that I am the "King of the field". I remember scoring my best one touch goals ever. I also remember getting hit in the head by my opponent's hockey stick, falling into the grass, blacked out and saw stars for the first time when I came around. I remember also at this time, besides hockey, I can run. I can run pretty fast and I dont feel tired. I felt invincible. And before long, I got to join the 4 X 100m team. It was exhilarating to compete with people from other schools. I felt strangely proud of wearing my school colors then. And it was at this hour that I start to talk a lot with one particular girl. I didn't know why then, but it seems there are a lot of things to talk about with her. It is also odd that I will feel anxious whenever I see her. And before long the 12th hour ended. And so is primary school. We moved on to secondary school in the coming hours.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Corporation Organisational F**k Up!! Beware
When you start a business on your own and you grow it, you can see its progress and you are close to the people on the ground, your staff, your suppliers and your customers. And they love you for your kindness, strenght, respect you for your business acumen and inspirational leadership.
However as the growth of your company goes out of control, and your business grew from a 1 man shop to a 200,000 people corporation, you lose touch of the ground as you are now sitting on the moon looking down at the earth. Neglecting the people who helped you out and unreachable to the folks back on earth who may mean something to you should you bother to know them. From that point onwards, you work based on assumptions and you rely on others to help your eyes see what you cant see. And you start to lie to yourself and you become drunk with power and mesmerised by ass kissers.
All you care about then is the financial reports cooked up by your employees. You dont really give a shit about who churns the gains or the losses and you are blinded by organisational firewalls set up by your managers and yourself all in the reason of being focused on the big picture. Well, I think that's a f**ked up thing to do innit??
You walk around carrying the BIG BOSS tag and you lose your real self in it, you become distant, heartless and last but not least STUPID! Stupid not because you remain a BIG BOSS to grow your business but STUPID because you lose your human values and virtues to do the right thing. You betray yourself and your people and hide behind tons of excuses trying to justify all the shitty things that YOU know YOU SHOULDN'T do!!! All in the name of enhancing some shareholders value and your own bloody pockets!!
And the strangest thing is, when your company starts to lose money, the first thing your management board recommend is to cut cost! YES! that's the light at the end of the tunnel for your company - CUT COST!!! and ironically, the people that got cut are always the ones getting paid pennies while the ones spending the dollars remain! Hooray for cost cutting!!!....Guess in such an organisational f**k up, the shit doesn't go as nature intend it to....they come spewing out from the mouth.....why? Coz of the stupid management (the ones that should really be handling the shit instead of pushing it away) firewalls that prevent the shit from passing through to the right channel....and guess what will happen to your company if your company keep shitting through its mouth??? YOUR COMPANY WILL CEASE TO EXIST!!! So wake up and smell the goddang shit!!! Call HOUSE now and STOP lying to yourself before its too late!!!!
However as the growth of your company goes out of control, and your business grew from a 1 man shop to a 200,000 people corporation, you lose touch of the ground as you are now sitting on the moon looking down at the earth. Neglecting the people who helped you out and unreachable to the folks back on earth who may mean something to you should you bother to know them. From that point onwards, you work based on assumptions and you rely on others to help your eyes see what you cant see. And you start to lie to yourself and you become drunk with power and mesmerised by ass kissers.
All you care about then is the financial reports cooked up by your employees. You dont really give a shit about who churns the gains or the losses and you are blinded by organisational firewalls set up by your managers and yourself all in the reason of being focused on the big picture. Well, I think that's a f**ked up thing to do innit??
You walk around carrying the BIG BOSS tag and you lose your real self in it, you become distant, heartless and last but not least STUPID! Stupid not because you remain a BIG BOSS to grow your business but STUPID because you lose your human values and virtues to do the right thing. You betray yourself and your people and hide behind tons of excuses trying to justify all the shitty things that YOU know YOU SHOULDN'T do!!! All in the name of enhancing some shareholders value and your own bloody pockets!!
And the strangest thing is, when your company starts to lose money, the first thing your management board recommend is to cut cost! YES! that's the light at the end of the tunnel for your company - CUT COST!!! and ironically, the people that got cut are always the ones getting paid pennies while the ones spending the dollars remain! Hooray for cost cutting!!!....Guess in such an organisational f**k up, the shit doesn't go as nature intend it to....they come spewing out from the mouth.....why? Coz of the stupid management (the ones that should really be handling the shit instead of pushing it away) firewalls that prevent the shit from passing through to the right channel....and guess what will happen to your company if your company keep shitting through its mouth??? YOUR COMPANY WILL CEASE TO EXIST!!! So wake up and smell the goddang shit!!! Call HOUSE now and STOP lying to yourself before its too late!!!!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Storm Of The Year!!
Last night, while I was deep in slumber, flitting about in the land of dreams -(dreaming that I was piloting my giant robot and taking on Godzilla!!!), I was rudely woken up by a blinding light that pierced through the shrouds of my inner consciousness. I thought at that time it was Godzilla shooting his powderful spine death ray at me!!!! But it was not!!
After the dust seem to have settled, I struggled to open my eyes and sieze on to the waking world. To catch a glimpse of all the racket and flashes that went on outside my window and wonder if it was indeed just a dream. The loud bangs of thunder and lightning raged on with an intensity to which I have never witnessed before. There was neither Godzilla nor my giant robot, but a freaky thunderstorm!!at 5am!!
It was the storm of the year and it was indeed one of the freakiest thunder storm that I have ever experienced. The intensity and frequency of the lightning and thunder is very intense. It was as if Singapore was under heavy aerial bombardment!!! or being attacked by Martians!!!
When the thought of martians came into my mind, I start to freak myself out!! And the safest haven that I could think of to protect myself from the uncertain event outside my room, was, my comforter!!
The one hit that freaked me out the most while I was cowering under my sheets was the one that hit across my window at a tree!! The sound is like none that I have ever heard before! and the flash lit up my room like a million watts!! It was freaky as heck!! And somehow, I managed to seek asylum back in my dream world...and before long...I was gone....only to be greeted 2 hours later by the beeping sound of my phone alarm....sighs......back to the grind...again.....
Damm, being woken up with such a BANG! and getting all excited in the middle of my slumber is not conducive for a normal work day!! And not to mention, now I will never know the outcome of my deathmatch between me and Godzilla!!! :(
After the dust seem to have settled, I struggled to open my eyes and sieze on to the waking world. To catch a glimpse of all the racket and flashes that went on outside my window and wonder if it was indeed just a dream. The loud bangs of thunder and lightning raged on with an intensity to which I have never witnessed before. There was neither Godzilla nor my giant robot, but a freaky thunderstorm!!at 5am!!
It was the storm of the year and it was indeed one of the freakiest thunder storm that I have ever experienced. The intensity and frequency of the lightning and thunder is very intense. It was as if Singapore was under heavy aerial bombardment!!! or being attacked by Martians!!!
When the thought of martians came into my mind, I start to freak myself out!! And the safest haven that I could think of to protect myself from the uncertain event outside my room, was, my comforter!!
The one hit that freaked me out the most while I was cowering under my sheets was the one that hit across my window at a tree!! The sound is like none that I have ever heard before! and the flash lit up my room like a million watts!! It was freaky as heck!! And somehow, I managed to seek asylum back in my dream world...and before long...I was gone....only to be greeted 2 hours later by the beeping sound of my phone alarm....sighs......back to the grind...again.....
Damm, being woken up with such a BANG! and getting all excited in the middle of my slumber is not conducive for a normal work day!! And not to mention, now I will never know the outcome of my deathmatch between me and Godzilla!!! :(
Monday, September 04, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
The Root of all Evil...is NOT money.
The root of all evil is not money. Money is just an excuse. The real culprit is Fear. Our fear of everything. That is the root of all evil.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Superman Returns? More like Superman Remixed
The movie is good, not great...It just didn't give me the kick,..you know that, wow! I am gonna get the DVD when it's out or something!!
Perhaps if it were shown way before, like back in the 80s and before all the other heroes hit the screen it would have, but after Batman, X-mens, Daredevil, Hulk, Blade and the upcoming Ghost Rider.....Superman seems......lacking...the hero action fighter...it comes across more like a love story cum drama. Which somehow I feel (of coz this is just me opine) is not the the right package fr a superhero movie these days?
I mean, Superman is a SO Dang powerful and his villains in this movie are from the Care Bear camp! I mean Lex Luthor, and his partner Kitty, is there to provide what, comic relief? Yeah they do the usual world threatening thing but I mean they are just aint menacing enough and there's not really any moment of true suspense in this movie version..come to think of it, the Lex in Smallville is scarier than the movie version (btw is more or less a revamped version of Superman with Christopher Reeves in it)....oh I dont know...guess after the movie, there's just a feeling of "Oh so much, but yet, Oh so little..."
I guess Bryan Singer would have fared better directing X-3 and let maybe Chris Nolan or even David Lynch to put a new take on Superman.....
Ok that aside, casting Brandon Routh as Supe...is a good choice....Kevin Spacey could have done so much more...and in my humble opinion, they should just do away with Kitty. She's just so irritating!!
Perhaps if it were shown way before, like back in the 80s and before all the other heroes hit the screen it would have, but after Batman, X-mens, Daredevil, Hulk, Blade and the upcoming Ghost Rider.....Superman seems......lacking...the hero action fighter...it comes across more like a love story cum drama. Which somehow I feel (of coz this is just me opine) is not the the right package fr a superhero movie these days?
I mean, Superman is a SO Dang powerful and his villains in this movie are from the Care Bear camp! I mean Lex Luthor, and his partner Kitty, is there to provide what, comic relief? Yeah they do the usual world threatening thing but I mean they are just aint menacing enough and there's not really any moment of true suspense in this movie version..come to think of it, the Lex in Smallville is scarier than the movie version (btw is more or less a revamped version of Superman with Christopher Reeves in it)....oh I dont know...guess after the movie, there's just a feeling of "Oh so much, but yet, Oh so little..."
I guess Bryan Singer would have fared better directing X-3 and let maybe Chris Nolan or even David Lynch to put a new take on Superman.....
Ok that aside, casting Brandon Routh as Supe...is a good choice....Kevin Spacey could have done so much more...and in my humble opinion, they should just do away with Kitty. She's just so irritating!!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Bowelation Correlation
Had coffee with a bunch of friends last night and the topic of conversation was that one of our friend, whom I shall call Obiwan, apparently needed to answer the call of nature 3 to 4 times a day!
Now that of course set my logical mind to think. Due to my natural concern for my buddy's health, the thought of something seriously not working then sprang into my head! Immediately I went on to suggest that maybe something could be wrong with his bowels?? My companions on the table comforted me that it is not likely the case and that apparently hitting the pool to drop your friends off 3 times a day is a pretty common affair.
However, my mind was still trying to seek a logical explanation to this predicament and finally I struck gold!! You see my friend Obiwan is of a certain height and hence, that could explain his digestive tract could be shorter than others. Due to that, his food goes through faster and hence 3 times a day!! There you have it, another of life's mystery solved!!
Now that of course set my logical mind to think. Due to my natural concern for my buddy's health, the thought of something seriously not working then sprang into my head! Immediately I went on to suggest that maybe something could be wrong with his bowels?? My companions on the table comforted me that it is not likely the case and that apparently hitting the pool to drop your friends off 3 times a day is a pretty common affair.
However, my mind was still trying to seek a logical explanation to this predicament and finally I struck gold!! You see my friend Obiwan is of a certain height and hence, that could explain his digestive tract could be shorter than others. Due to that, his food goes through faster and hence 3 times a day!! There you have it, another of life's mystery solved!!
Monday, June 05, 2006
The Human Drama
Life is filled with dramas. Some unavoidable and most are self made. The Human drama. This has been a week of endings and beginnings. Of passing and of birth. Everything happened within just this 1 week alone. The week beginning the 30th of May 2006.
It was surreal and yet, it felt right and it was unavoidable. It was as if Life had decided to pick me up and throw me to the deep end and said to me "Sink or Swim!".There were happy times and there were sad times but all in all, everything ended as it should be and ended well.
In between all the drama swirling through my life during that week, I also noticed another kind of drama unfolding, the kind whereby, it is self made. Whereby Life, didn't bother to give a hoot about. I guess some people feel life is just too boring without having to manipulate people and environment to create some drama in their day to day life.
Too much television perhaps?
Well in anycase, it was an interesting week indeed. Life is indeed too short. Too short to not be happy and too short for all these dramas. And heaven is not too far away, it's actually in our own backyard. Take a peek once in awhile....
It was surreal and yet, it felt right and it was unavoidable. It was as if Life had decided to pick me up and throw me to the deep end and said to me "Sink or Swim!".There were happy times and there were sad times but all in all, everything ended as it should be and ended well.
In between all the drama swirling through my life during that week, I also noticed another kind of drama unfolding, the kind whereby, it is self made. Whereby Life, didn't bother to give a hoot about. I guess some people feel life is just too boring without having to manipulate people and environment to create some drama in their day to day life.
Too much television perhaps?
Well in anycase, it was an interesting week indeed. Life is indeed too short. Too short to not be happy and too short for all these dramas. And heaven is not too far away, it's actually in our own backyard. Take a peek once in awhile....
Monday, May 29, 2006
Bad Decisions....
Bad decisions are......
a) When the Durian decided to sue the Paper, and we all know what happened to Durian after that. Enough said.
b) When Creative Technology decide to sue Apple for alleged patent infringement (wanting to make a quick buck from the lawsuit perhaps?). Apple, naturally went on a counter suit against Creative immediately. For sure such a process will drag on and on, probably for years and the only true winner here, will be the lawyers. This kind of lawsuit is as if them lawyers have behaved like little good boys all year round and Santa decided to drop an early visit with goodies!
c) When Sony decide to make a grand unveiling of their latest Playstation 3 model and took out the rumble from the wireless controller and worst of all, pricing the damm thing at USD 599 in the US and 425 pounds in the UK (meaning 1000 bucks ++ over here!!). and the best thing is, after the grand unveiling, they have managed to push their target consumers more towards their competition. What they can offer, both Nintendo and Microsoft has already offered and more.....so, the only other plus point is the blue ray player. WHY THE HECK WE NEED A BLU RAY PLAYER FOR A GAMING CONSOLE ANYWAYS??.....Best thing is, they are telling GAMERS that this is a "cheap" blue ray player so go get one!!!....(err...I thought the point is in the games, no? Sony, no? yes? No? No? No?)
Why sometimes we ponder such decisions are made....
a) When the Durian decided to sue the Paper, and we all know what happened to Durian after that. Enough said.
b) When Creative Technology decide to sue Apple for alleged patent infringement (wanting to make a quick buck from the lawsuit perhaps?). Apple, naturally went on a counter suit against Creative immediately. For sure such a process will drag on and on, probably for years and the only true winner here, will be the lawyers. This kind of lawsuit is as if them lawyers have behaved like little good boys all year round and Santa decided to drop an early visit with goodies!
c) When Sony decide to make a grand unveiling of their latest Playstation 3 model and took out the rumble from the wireless controller and worst of all, pricing the damm thing at USD 599 in the US and 425 pounds in the UK (meaning 1000 bucks ++ over here!!). and the best thing is, after the grand unveiling, they have managed to push their target consumers more towards their competition. What they can offer, both Nintendo and Microsoft has already offered and more.....so, the only other plus point is the blue ray player. WHY THE HECK WE NEED A BLU RAY PLAYER FOR A GAMING CONSOLE ANYWAYS??.....Best thing is, they are telling GAMERS that this is a "cheap" blue ray player so go get one!!!....(err...I thought the point is in the games, no? Sony, no? yes? No? No? No?)
Why sometimes we ponder such decisions are made....
Friday, May 05, 2006
April Showers!
Someone asked me why I like the rain so much. Well, here's my top ten 10 reasons why I like it so!!
Ten reasons why I like April showers :-
10) It allows Big Foot in Johor to leave footprints so that I can get my daily Big Foot fodder on the newspaper!! (Otherwise news in Singapore is damm boring....)
9) It reminds me of Autumn in Melbourne 2001 and it brings much relief from the heat... :)
8) It gives me a reason not to have me car washed so often!! (lazy la - HA!)
7) It gives the lot of people an excuse to be late for work in the morning! (if it rains in the morning that is, not that it applies to me of course!)
6) It gives me a reason to not play tennis (HA HA HA HA - which I really should be playing actually!!)
5) It's nice to drive at night when the streets are wet and the city lights are reflected off the wet road...especially now with my DLO!
4) It gives people the reason to have longer lunches than usual ( Eating halfway - Damm! rain! oh well, coffee?....)
3) It drives away the haze! Brings back the fresh clean air!
2) It gives couples a chance to cuddle in public under a brolly!!
1) It's nice to sleep at night when the air is cool and the bed is cozy.......Yeah! ;)
There you go, top ten reasons why I like April showers so much!
Ten reasons why I like April showers :-
10) It allows Big Foot in Johor to leave footprints so that I can get my daily Big Foot fodder on the newspaper!! (Otherwise news in Singapore is damm boring....)
9) It reminds me of Autumn in Melbourne 2001 and it brings much relief from the heat... :)
8) It gives me a reason not to have me car washed so often!! (lazy la - HA!)
7) It gives the lot of people an excuse to be late for work in the morning! (if it rains in the morning that is, not that it applies to me of course!)
6) It gives me a reason to not play tennis (HA HA HA HA - which I really should be playing actually!!)
5) It's nice to drive at night when the streets are wet and the city lights are reflected off the wet road...especially now with my DLO!
4) It gives people the reason to have longer lunches than usual ( Eating halfway - Damm! rain! oh well, coffee?....)
3) It drives away the haze! Brings back the fresh clean air!
2) It gives couples a chance to cuddle in public under a brolly!!
1) It's nice to sleep at night when the air is cool and the bed is cozy.......Yeah! ;)
There you go, top ten reasons why I like April showers so much!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Life is....
Life is pretty farked up sometimes, one man's demise is another man's gain. Is this how the world, the universe does its checks and balances?? Or perhaps we have not yet see the point to the way things are meant to be as yet? Or maybe there is no point in a pointless debate.
Perhaps that is the reason. Perhaps what we have, the so-called free will is but an illusion and at the end of the day we are part of a larger weave. We are but a thread on a weave of life.
Perhaps that is the point? Are we anything but pawns in life's game of chess? Perhaps because the beginning and the end are the same except for the victor. But what would it mean for the victor in a game of chess, which is nothing but loneliness in a land with nothing more to conquer?
How so then the scale balances itself? At the end of the road, we know what awaits I guess so in the meanwhile perhaps its wrong for us to assume that life will balance itself out, perhaps it is more prudent for us to balance OURSELVES out first.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
Perhaps that is the reason. Perhaps what we have, the so-called free will is but an illusion and at the end of the day we are part of a larger weave. We are but a thread on a weave of life.
Perhaps that is the point? Are we anything but pawns in life's game of chess? Perhaps because the beginning and the end are the same except for the victor. But what would it mean for the victor in a game of chess, which is nothing but loneliness in a land with nothing more to conquer?
How so then the scale balances itself? At the end of the road, we know what awaits I guess so in the meanwhile perhaps its wrong for us to assume that life will balance itself out, perhaps it is more prudent for us to balance OURSELVES out first.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
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