According to K

奮不顧身

2011-12-14T04:39:00.001+11:00

奮不顧身伸出手，看見輪廓就當宇宙。
有時力不從心啊，想要奮不顧身不行啊
身不是自己主宰，如何奮不顧身呢？
夾在中間，又無法抉擇的感覺真不是滋味啊。不是不想給，是沒能力給

Confident? Or not...

2011-03-24T19:18:00.001+11:00

Self-esteem is built not innate. Growing up in a family with very little encouragement will not help to build our ego. Can the sense of feeling our self-worth actually be fake? For example, you put on a front to make everyone think that this guy is confident by dressing well, great haircut and a confident stride. Do these superficial make up work? You tell one of these people some deprecating words, abuse him with a couple of his weakness, see if he falls to him knees. If he is standing tough with a confident smile, this man just might be the true epitome of confidence.

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Excerpt from The Brain That Changes Itself

2011-03-21T13:01:00.004+11:00

"Television, music videos, and video games, all of which use television techniques unfold at a much faster pace than real life and they are getting faster, which causes people to develop an increased appetite for high-speed transitions in those media. It is the form of the television medium - cuts, edits, zooms, pans, and sudden noises that alters the brain, by activating what Pavlov called the "orienting response" which occurs whenever we sense a sudden change in the world around us, especially a sudden movement.
We instinctively interrupt whatever we are doing to turn, pay attention, and get our bearings. The orientation response evolved, no doubt, because out forebears were both predators and prey and needed to react to situations that could be dangerous or could provide sudden opportunities for such things as food or sex, or simply to novel situations. The response is physiological: the heart rate decreases for four to sex seconds.
Television triggers this response at a far more rapid rate tan we experience it in life, which is why we can't keep our eyes off the TV screen, even in the middle of an intimate conversation, and why people watch TV a lot longer than they intend. Because typical music videos, action sequences, and commercials trigger orienting responses at a rate of one per second, watching them puts us into continuous orienting response with no recover. No wonder taste for it and find slower changes boring. The cost is that such activities as reading complex conversation and listening to lectures become more difficult."

2011-03-17T22:50:00.001+11:00

Sometimes time is all that we need for us to figure out the truth about each other.

Beaten

2010-10-23T21:10:00.001+11:00

I'm utterly and completely beaten by life. I need to stand up.

"iPhone Post"

in a heartbeat...

2010-09-20T21:57:00.002+10:00

With each breath you try to improve on the one before. Limp. Blue. Maybe its the technique. Maybe you're not ready for what may happen if you stop. You look around only to be stared at by the scared faces of the new parents. Sheer terror drives out any reluctance. The overwhelming feeling of responsibility is choking you.

After what seems like aeons she takes her own breath. Simultaneously you take a breath of relief. You are scared to leave that little life alone, to breathe alone. You feel restless, perhaps its the adrenaline, perhaps its pondering about what you could have done differently.

You would understand if you were still here. But you are not. I am grateful for the times you were. And that smile, gosh i miss that smile. When you lose something that you cant replace, you ought to just forget....

tiaW ehT

2010-09-11T12:46:00.004+10:00

When you associate yourself with friends, family, lovers etc, they consume your thoughts, emotions and you become somewhat dependant. You rely on them to support your life and lifestyle. You believe that they will help life carry on with many events to make your existence more memorable and meaningful. But sometimes they are all occupied by other forces. You realise you need them to entertain you because you can no longer entertain yourself. Sure you can write a Bucket List and end up sitting there staring at it because the list never goes to plan. You end up waiting for your life to... come to life, because you can't control what happens to you today. And so, you are left with the wait.

When I associate myself with friends, family, lovers etc, they consume my thoughts, emotions and I become somewhat dependant. I rely on them to support my life and lifestyle. I believe that they will help life carry on with many events to make my existence more memorable and meaningful. But sometimes they are all occupied by other forces. I realise I need them to entertain me because I can no longer entertain myself. Sure I can write a Bucket List and end up sitting there staring at it because the list never goes to plan. I end up waiting for my life to... come to life, because I can't control what happens to me today. And so, I am left with the wait.

2010-08-18T14:29:00.001+10:00

Together we are truly invincible.

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Questioning relationships

2010-08-01T10:03:00.003+10:00

I found that the people we date, we meet for a reason. We take something from it even after it ends. Lessons usually learnt the hard way stay with us. But what happens when you found no reason in it's occurence? There is just a relationship that keeps you wondering. What was the point? Why did it happen? Was it just a time killer? Did this one help me progess to the next? And you found no real reason for it to have ever happened besides love. But this reason has no validity. Its a reason that you should have stayed together. Yet one time it was not good enough.

P.S. Or did it happen just to know a heart can break?

Love

2010-07-29T20:07:00.000+10:00

So many different explanations of love.

If love were a selfish need, then why do we yearn for someone TO love, too. Not just someone that loves us.

Are feelings not real? If it ain't, then why do we sense it so strongly, and how come there are mutual love for one another?

If love varied that much between people, then why can we see it in couples eyes that they truely
love each other. And we say "oh they r so in love"

If true love is neither near nor far, then how can people let their loved one feeling cold when they are next to each other?

Some people are selfish in love like the movie groundhog day. But when they meet their true love, like the movie, time stops and they might change.

Love and peace... I like peace... But sometimes war spice things up...

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2010-07-15T07:59:00.000+10:00

Love. Some people love the idea, some people love the process. A lot of people say they love each other, but hardly knows what true love really is. Do you? =)

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2010-07-10T08:54:00.002+10:00

Right or wrong, it doesn't really matter - then why do I always have to be right?

Silly moi =P

2010-05-22T11:34:00.000+10:00

Sometimes we realise something not so great about ourselves, makes you think how people perceive you and your self assessments can differ a great deal.

May that be work, school, personal relationships or just life in general.

Really makes you think if you really deserve half the things you possess.

- iPhone post by K

Sugar coating

2010-04-15T21:58:00.003+10:00

Why do we only want to listen to sugar-coated words?

Why can't we take criticisms as they are?

Why can't we learn from our mistakes?

Why do we have to fall over again and again and again?

Does protecting someone mean to defend that person regardless? Or does it mean to toughen that person up so that person can defend themselves in your absence?

I can't always sugar-coat my words... I apologise.

insomniac...

2010-04-15T06:04:00.003+10:00

Cant sleep. 20 mins till they invade the space called 'ressies' and go "this is not for sleeping" grrr...

Waiting for the pager to go off once again. Heart beats less faster at each beep now. It's like a habit. Bit like breathing.

Why do they operate on contractured, bed-bound elderly with no quality of life. For the sake of one's own ego? To make a difference? Yeah, right. Not pleasant to hold them down whilst you try to cannulate them for their own good.. is it really for the good. Sigh.

Thoughts

2010-03-31T01:56:00.002+11:00

What's the space between one thought and the next? Where does one thought end and the other begin?

The stillness. No thoughts at all. Is it really possible?

Observe the thoughts silently....how it shoots at lightening speeds and how it slows down when you notice it. Who is watching these thoughts? Is it that which thinks or something else entirely...

End of an era

2010-03-30T00:03:00.002+11:00

I handed in the three books and they replaced me with a balloon filled with air.
Then they took my picture, and that is how they retrieved my soul.

It's an uneasy feeling. All of a sudden, I have nothing to work on.

Do you sometimes feel that people are ashamed of being around you? Or with you? I do...

Sacrifice

2010-03-07T01:00:00.000+11:00

Whom would you sacrifice instead of whom?
How do you make that decision?

- iPhone post by K

Damn you

2010-03-06T20:40:00.003+11:00

Damn you stingy people!!! Get out of my life!!! LOL there. hahaha

Lights at Night

2010-03-01T22:05:00.001+11:00

As I walk to my car, my shadow stalks me and I fear myself.

Trapped II

2010-02-19T18:44:00.006+11:00

Back in the unfamiliar (familiar) territory.

The same shops, the same cafes, the same entertainers, the same fun house.
The same dysfunctional lift, the same happy faces, the same worried boy running around looking for the exit, the same unhelpful but happy people.

A different feeling though. I felt relaxed and carefree. I knew I couldn't get out anyway, why not enjoy what was in front of me. I bought a cup of coffee, sat down with a bench full of strangers, just next to a convention centre. They gave me courteous smiles as I sipped casually from my cup.

Suddenly, the door to the convention centre theatre swung open and two lines of men in black suits and sunglasses dashed out, forming two human barricades and one single pathway. One man with an ear piece knelt down and held up an illuminated but unreadable sign, and like a ground crew at an airport, he waved somebody towards the path with a glowing wand. Meanwhile the PA system announced: "Please make way for Joe Hockey!"

Everybody flung out of their seats and bobbing heads moved left, right and centre to catch a glimpse of the Liberal minister. Like everybody else I stood up too and thought to myself: "I have never seen an Aussie celebrity before."

Two seconds later, a short, skinny and balding guy with a hunched back travelled between the human barricades with short but quick steps. Without hesitation he walked through a door that was opened by one of the men in black.

Everybody was impressed, but I thought to myself: "That wasn't Joe Hockey!........

and... was that the way out?!"

Trapped

2010-02-19T12:11:00.011+11:00

I couldn't find the lift to my hotel room.
I found the wrong lift to my hotel room.
I pressed the button on the lift to go to the 2nd floor, but the lift rose and rose...
When it finally stopped I stepped out of the lift to a whole new environment.
Shops everywhere, cafes everywhere, and entertainers everywhere. It's a fun house!

But I wanted to get to my hotel room. I couldn't get out.
There were no buttons on the lift that would bring me back to the hotel lobby.
There were no one that could help me.
There were nobody that was looking for a way out.
Except for another little boy, he looked worried, he looked lost, he looked as if he was in despair. He looked like me, a younger me.

Walking around in the shops on this mysterious floor, I looked for a solution to my problem. I reached the towel section and saw a used towel with an interesting pattern. An adult was driving a car with a little kid as the passenger. They had determined faces, sweat was coming out of their pores. The caption read, "let's get the hell out of here!!!"

I picked it up for a closer look, feeling empathy, feeling unhelped. Thinking to myself: should I be an adult and bring the little boy that was lost before, out of here? Or should I wait for an adult to take me out of here?

Just as I was contemplating on this conundrum, *Poof*, as if I clicked the heels of my red shoes I was back to the hotel lobby - with the right lift, with the right buttons...

With a familiar environment.

Eternity

2010-02-14T15:32:00.006+11:00

"I wanna be here eternally."

I don't want eternity. I want the past.
I don't want eternity. I want the present.

I want to carve your name on my arm, to remind me of your existence.
I want to engrave your name on my shoulder, to remind me that you are no longer with me when that day comes.
I want to brand your name on my body, to remind me that I am forever yours.

Your name is already embedded in my heart deeply.
So deep that it makes my heart bleed.
Bleeding throughout my body.
Every vein, and every vessel.

It hurts, yet it sources my existence.
It hurts, but it reminds me that I am here, because you exist.

And if you ever see "堅" being apart of me, I will no longer be the same person I am now. I will live each day yearning, wishing, hoping, and hurting. Because, existence without your existence will not be the same. Like a building without fundation, a tree without roots, a person without hope.

And I hope it doesn't come too soon.

2010-02-14T00:00:00.000+11:00

Ip: when I get a house, I'm not going to get a TV

- iPhone post by K

Rain

2010-02-12T00:17:00.001+11:00

Can you see through the curtain of rain right now?
Do you like the feeling of the raindrops falling on your cheeks right now?

Have you noticed that it isn't raining right now?

- iPhone post by K

Sunny daze

2010-02-09T11:21:00.000+11:00

beams of brilliance,
rains from sky onto my heart,
Propagates my smile.
=)

Rested soul

2010-02-03T23:46:00.003+11:00

Staring at, but not watching the movie on the TV, his mind is blank... Cos his soul is rested.

Looking at, but not reading the book he is holding, his brain is afloat... Cos his soul is rested.

Gape into his eyes you will see the reflection of yourself, but you will not find him... Cos his soul has already left the building... sigh...

2010-01-31T02:52:00.000+11:00

說不出對你的担心，害怕不久的將來就是我們道別的日子。永遠的再見。
知道自己想的太多太多，太遠大遠。但是還是無法阻止這樣的想法。因為實在太在乎你。

- iPhone post by K

Friends

2010-01-24T02:47:00.000+11:00

Some friends aren't so true. Some friends we only call them friends because we used to be close. We keep in touch because we miss the days when we were pals, thinking/wishing we could go back to where we were before. But they might not hope for the same. They talk to you merely because you said hello first. If you didn't greet them first, never will there be a conversation; never will there be a resonating heartache.

Fuck it, if they don't treasure this. Then fuck it!

- iPhone post by K

小時候

2010-01-19T19:59:00.000+11:00

＂小燕子，穿花衣，年年春天來這里，我問燕子：'你為啥來？' 燕子說：'這里的春天最美麗！'＂
小時候唱過的歌，現在又聽到，十分親切哦 =）

- iPhone post by K

永遠的畫面

2010-01-19T18:54:00.000+11:00

這是一張永遠的畫面哦 =)

- iPhone post by K

dizzy

2010-01-19T03:16:00.002+11:00

sometimes the truth makes u feel dizzy...

2010-01-13T03:33:00.001+11:00

Life... As it is...
Emotions... As they ought to be...

Reassurance cannot tame it. Why not?

Words... Are just words...
Interpretations... Are sometimes flawed...

Eraser cannot wipe them clean.
Why not?

Because they are too wild and the pencil marks are too deep...

- iPhone post by K

Lao Tze is awesome

2010-01-12T19:04:00.002+11:00

天下皆知美之為美，斯惡已；天下皆知善之為善，斯不善已。

Oh might as well put English here...

If people recognise what beauty is, the concept of ugliness is formed.
If people realise what moral is, the concept of immorality is present.

Good is born together with the bad... Lao Tze is awesome...

Topside of the rainbow

2010-01-09T13:58:00.002+11:00

I'm sitting here misting myself in the heat of mind at home. It is heated outside too. The heat will slowly prenetrate the walls of this establishment. Leaving the night too warm and sticky to sleep. Fans will be blazing to move around orange wind. Residents will toss and turn uneasily and remain restless through this night. They will only awaken to more further more bright yellow skies of which will make the day seem firey red.

2010-01-07T17:59:00.000+11:00

Hin said, "sometimes imperfection is beautiful." think about it... Think about it...

- iPhone post by K

Like.

2010-01-06T18:43:00.006+11:00

I like you. But I don't want to like you. I build a wall around me to stop the feelings spreading. But I like you. I don't know if I can stop liking you. Because the truth is: I like you. I don't need to like you. You appeared out of nowhere. You made me like you. You're subtly penetrating my mind, my heart and maybe my soul. And so. I like you.

2010-01-03T22:39:00.000+11:00

天氣陰凉，人心惆悵。懷中之念，無比尋常。

謝謝你的坦白，謝謝你的溺愛。
但願長久，但願無哀 =]

- iPhone post by K

Another year

2010-01-02T00:56:00.003+11:00

Twenty-ten will be the correct way to pronounce our new year, according to the pommies.

So the year in Melbourne started stormy. Fireworks amongst lightening, thunder and explosions in perfect harmony. Raindrops filled with happiness fell on our skin and absorbed by our body.

Maybe this is the perfect start to a new year. Blissfulness masked in hardship. Afterall, rainbow only appears after the rain. =)

Ip's favourite saying "it's not what you do, but who you do it with."

- iPhone post by K

2009-12-30T03:13:00.000+11:00

十二月天氣，不熱卻冷。海風颼颼吹過，夏天夜晚的海邊無比清凉。我用溫暖的雙手為你冰冷的雙腳取暖去寒 =)

孤枕難眠

2009-12-26T04:07:00.000+11:00

習慣難改，難道21這個數字真的這麼神奇？快四點多了，但還睡不着，難道要等到六點？唉......

可能你不會發現這個＂愽客＂也就不會知道現在我有多想你 =)

Are you bothered?

2009-12-16T21:31:00.003+11:00

Can you be bothered at all times?
I can't.
I can't be bothered right now.

Success doesn't come easy, then why do we want to be successful?
Because we want challenges? Anything easy is for pussies?

Or is there an ulterior motive that we subconciously withhold. Money? Attention? Pride? Greed? Masochism? Maybe all of the above.

I want to be successful, and I do not know why. Just to make myself feel better about myself., so that I can stand in front of the mirror and say, "Yo, you are bloody awesome!"

But right now, I can't be farkn bothered!

Hey You

2009-08-04T20:10:00.003+10:00

Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Till there's nothing at all
We get together, we get together
But seperate's always better when there's feelings involved
If what they say is "Nothing is forever"
Then what makes love the exception?
So why are you
why are we so in denial
When we know we're not happy here...

I miss...

2009-07-09T14:43:00.003+10:00

I miss your smiley eyes;
I miss your enchanting voice;
I miss your silky black hair,
That turned white overnight.

I miss your ferocious character;
I miss your determined stride;
I miss your straightened shoulders,
That haunched over the years.

I miss your perpetual wisdom;
I miss your munificent kindness;
I miss the lessons I have learnt from you,
That accompanied me throughout the years.

I miss the bed we shared,
And the sofa we had.
I miss the paint on the wall,
That peeled off when it was dried.

I miss your rough hands, your silky shirt, the cat that you disliked because it caught no mice, the newspaper cuttings and stamp collection, the food you cooked...

What I miss most is you. Seeing you, holding you, cherishing you.

Patience

2009-03-30T20:33:00.000+11:00

Staring at the clock Jimmy wills the second hand around once more. He looks around the room sees nothing of interest, well nothing of interest to him anymore; speckled across his desk and amongst his selves is a list of his unfinished triumphs. They lay still in their mortal resting place forever yearning another moment in the sun, but the only forthcoming attention they yield comes in the form of a ghostly veil. Jimmy’s always trying to kill time, but time always has the last laugh. Left to his own devices, once again he spirals uncontrollably into his normal repressive routine of self validation and recrimination.

“Hmm I wonder what people are doing? … I wonder where people like me hang out? .. Argh, people are stupid, what do they know!? … What do people normally think about when they aren’t thinking about their everyday mundane robotic lives?! .. Meh, why should have care what they are thinking. Every man is an individual, they should have their own independent thoughts? .. how do people see me?..”

These strings of non-cognitive ramblings stream through Jimmy’s head as he presses it hard against the wall he is leaning on as he trying to black it out. He looks at the clock again and manages a sneer.

“Har.. that’s three seconds of time I’m not getting back.”

A little gratitude...

2009-03-12T11:17:00.006+11:00

Be grateful to what you have today.

On a winter night in China, I was at grandma's house washing my face and feet with a basin of warm water, getting ready for bed. The living room was dimly lit, with the TV on. The show on the TV was unfamiliar, I have never watched any TV shows past 8.30pm. Grandma was strict, but amiable, however it puzzled me as to why she would allow me to stay past 8.30 on a school day. I did not ask, I was afraid that the question might remove me from my unexpected luxury.

Grandma was restless, pacing between rooms and checking her watch occasionally. She finally sat down on the sofa and told me, "Okay, go to bed.". As I stood up, I heard noises coming from the front door. The door swung open and my pupils were dilated and eyes were wide open. I cried out incredulously, "Dad?!"

It was 4 years ago on that day when my father left the 2-and-a-half-years-old me to futher his studies in UK, and my mother joined him without me, 3 years later. It was a chance of a lifetime, so they took it. He seemed shocked that I even recognised him, he picked me up and carried me above his head, and spun around and around. I had never been so high in my 7 years of life, both my head and heart nearly hitting the ceiling! Curiously, I did not remember where my mum stood, maybe my father's colossal silhouette masked her presence.

It was a misty day when they left sometimes later to continue their studies, as my heart was heavy and eyes were filled with tears.

20 years on, I'm sitting at my home in Australia, using the internet, while my parents are in the living room. The joy of yesteryears seems so distant. Where in this bumpy road did we loose the endearment? No, I don't think it is lost, maybe it is the novelty that is lost. Sometimes, I have the urge to hug my parents, but all I can master, is a gentle pat on their backs...

If I were you

2009-03-02T21:08:00.002+11:00

If I were you, I wouldn't be so dumb.
I wouldn't have left all the work to be done until today.
If I were you, I would have been more wise.
I would have been more diligent and planned ahead.
If I were you, I would have listened to the advices.
Then I wouldn't have fallen so deep and so hard.

But I am not you; I am smarter than you.

But I am you; because I learnt from you, you are my yesterday.
=)

A new beginning

2009-03-01T22:51:00.004+11:00

We do end up where we were before.
Like the new leaves on an old tree;
Like new cells on your healed skin.

Everytime we return, I hope we could bring valuable experiences from the past.
So that we can be more mature and wise.

I hope that we could be greener than the fallen leaves,
and thicker than the bruised skin.

So when we are granted with a brand new begining,
we could end up in a place better than before.
;)

Learn to fly

2008-10-28T14:09:00.007+11:00

Mother falcon pushes her offspring off the nest, off the cliff.
The young one flaps its wings without rest, trying to fly; or at least break his fall.
Try or die... try or die... He knows
Gravity is his enemy, but he isn't sure if wind is his friend.
The head wind is too strong; He wobbles in the air, struggling to find balance.
Just as he is about to crash his bones and spill his blood, a gust of streamline wind brings him up and up.
Never again... never again... He screams
Without him noticing, the mother, who flapped her wings to give him the streamline wind, flies back to her nest.
Slowly, he struggles back to the nest, where he fell from; expecting comfort and love from the mother, finds himself once again being pushed out of the home he grew up in.
Not again... not again... He weeps
However, this time he extends his tender wings and soars away... and away...

I....

2008-10-21T20:31:00.003+11:00

Chop You.

Butterfly Net

2008-10-19T01:15:00.003+11:00

With every beat, hurricanes form across the pacific;
Butterflies float through my dreams;
captivated by its colours, i hope to hold it captive;
mesmerised by its dance, i follow and give chase;
Yet gaps in my net are too sparse;
Am i ever able to claim it as my own;
how would i know this butterfly is that which i truely desire, that it is what it claims to be and no the moth;
Once in my grasp how could i be sure its the same butterfly that dances through my dreams;
is it worth perserving something that is sure to be gone;
Is it going to be something that i start looking for that i could never find?
does it pose the same outcome as not looking at all?
its flight is irrational, i can't persue with logic;
However chase it i must;
otherwise its dance will have no audience, will it cease to exist;
I can visualise it, does that ground it on the rational plane;
rational yet it doesnt no play rationality's rules;
I must get a bigger net!

Why do we hurt ourselves - part 3 and final

2008-06-30T16:30:00.002+10:00

Let's face it, pain is what we want. Pain is what we enjoy... we can't live without pain (yea thats that's double entendre Ip has been talking about) hohoho

I cut my hand during soccer on Sunday. It hurts, but I like... ;)

peace out

Why do we hurt ourselves - part 2

2008-06-27T19:03:00.002+10:00

Or maybe it's the tummy-churning, gut-aching, ass-burning feeling that we yearn for?

Is it worth dying for? Hell yea...

Well... a pharmacology lecturer once told us: chilli can be toxic... taking it frequently at a high dose can increase the incidence of bowel cancer

Yea well... Chilli? Yes pls!

Why do we hurt ourselves - part 1

2008-06-26T17:14:00.002+10:00

Why do we try to hurt ourselves friends...

Well, it's because of that thrill; that adrenaline rush; that dick-shrinking, ass-tightening, brain freezing feeling; that nothing else is gon give you...

that's why we hurt ourselves friends, that is why.

peace out~ part 2 coming soon

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2008-04-08T11:29:00.001+10:00

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2008-02-04T05:05:00.001+11:00

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2008-01-04T11:59:00.001+11:00

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2008-01-02T16:02:00.000+11:00

Beautiful mind

2008-01-02T13:13:00.000+11:00

As I was walking towards work, like always, my mind frees and wonders uncontrolled...

"...hmm they have been building this house for ages..."
"...Uncle Wang (a family friend) finished his house just recently. It's a mansion now!..."
"...Dad's been trying to fix our house too... he's got a lot of help from uncle Wang..."
"...Uncle Wang's a generous and kind person, he helps out whenever he could..."
"...Nice person, was I a nice person?..."
"...When I was younger, there used to be this older kid who's got mental disabilities..."
"...We used to tease him and told him to 'call us Daddy!' and he would..."
"...We thought that was very funny then..."
"...I remember one time, I was walking my little cousin down the street and saw him..."
"...I told him to 'call me Daddy' and he said 'son'..."
"...He outplayed me..."
"...I wasn't a nice person, to have tried to bully a disabled person..."
"...Damn! Where has my mind wondered off to?"

From a house being built to I'm not a very nice person in less than a minute. No wonder sometimes when people say something serious and I burst out laughing just coz my head linked to something else...

Ah the mind, it's a beautiful thing. =)

Chow's doubt

2007-12-15T19:27:00.000+11:00

Yea... like the movie swordfish: if you could cure all the disease in the world, but have to kill an innocent child, would you do it?

All about sacrifice... if not because of that innocent child, we would probably be dead because of smallpox...

What to do... what to do?

One fine day late November

2007-11-05T18:32:00.001+11:00

The Dual

2007-10-17T14:57:00.000+10:00

Chow's day at work

2007-10-12T21:52:00.000+10:00

Sometimes, in research, you get results that proves all your hypotheses to be right. However, the supervisor wouldn't necessarily agree with you.

...and sometimes, you get results that disagrees with all your theories, and your supervisor reckons it's ground-breaking work.

Ah! It's all about how you perceive the results... or how you manipulate them... fellow researchers, don't get down when your boss doesn't like your results... Argue your point, never back down. That is what I learnt *wink*

Troubled Jane II

2007-10-11T22:01:00.001+10:00

Troubled Jane

2007-10-11T15:05:00.001+10:00

Asian names

2007-10-09T22:12:00.001+10:00

Craigs day out at the races

2007-10-09T20:49:00.000+10:00

In da club

2007-10-08T15:13:00.001+10:00

Chad's healthy/dirty habit

2007-10-06T18:34:00.001+10:00

Xavier - the procrastinator

2007-10-06T15:31:00.001+10:00

Steve's insecurities...

2007-10-05T22:18:00.000+10:00

2007-10-02T12:25:00.000+10:00

So, she got off from the passenger seat.
She was not old, probably in her early 20s.
She was slim and tall, big eyes, wore a beautiful smile and a hat.
The hat did not cover her entire head, so part of her shaved head was revealed.
She walked lively into the Olivia Newton John Cancer Centre.

So, he was sitting on the kerb outside, wearing singlet and shorts on a 20degree Celsius day.
He was not old, probably in his early 30s.
He was skinny, almost skull-faced, and had tattooed arms.
Beside him, a mobile drip stood. Liquid content from it dripped slowly through the tubes and needle into his vein of his left arm.
He took a deep breath from the cigarette held by his right hand, and blew the smoke towards the girl who was walking into the Oliva Newton John Cancer Centre.

I hope the girl survives... So biased from just one scene, but I don't care..

u better recognise?

2007-09-27T16:18:00.000+10:00

“..every word has a hidden meaning, every hidden meaning has a weight, and every weight has it's place on the scale of self interest..”

Do everything we do and say have to be about ourselves in some way? If it doesn’t then what’s the point right? When was the last time you did something for someone else, something with out nothing in return, no strings attached nothing. Is there such a thing as pro bono any more?

When you hear of people out there volunteering in the greater community what image of these people comes into your head? Personally the first thing that’s conjured up in my mind is a mid to late 30z year old Mormon lad, clean shaven with a neat barber shop crew cut fighting the modern day crusade equipped with an apron and a soup ladle in one hand and u guessed it a bible in the other. Har.. aren’t I cynical, that isn’t what I really imagine, but it’s not far off and it isn’t so farfetched is it?… any one that helps anyone these days has an agenda to push. Whether it be a religious endeavors or one of ego, or a good resume reference. No one does anything really with out wanting, admittedly or not, getting something back in exchange.

Has it been like this since days of Jesus and Buddha left us?.. Or is it all a mirage, me seeing the world with clouded clarity, trying to pick a hole in humanities’ good intensions.

Trams

2007-09-24T19:24:00.000+10:00

How hard is it to drive a tram?
Press some buttons, apply some brakes, open some doors... answer some questions from commuters...
Then why do they collide with other vehicles?
Today a tram collided with another tram...
A few days back, a tram hit an immobile car, which was stopped at a red traffic light.
WTF is wrong with you tram drivers? Go back to button pressing school and relearn how to press those buttons!

hmm

2007-08-15T18:31:00.000+10:00

I feel so tired... so so tired... I need a rest... a good... long... rest

Some things don't change...

2007-07-13T14:21:00.001+10:00

Harbour bridge + Opera House
Originally uploaded by According to K

I have been to Sydney several times... some things changed... but some don't.

Changed:
- Drove up this time! Took aeons!
- Company.. This time I went up with my Singaporean friends
- I have a girl now... and she came up with me, thank u! For keeping me a wake during the long arduous drive
- The weather was wet... the other times the weather was sunny and happy
- the flag on the Harbour Bridge displayed Australian Flag as well as Aborigine flag... Interesting because the last time, it was displaying Aussie & British Flags

Stayed:
- The Harbour Bridge & the Opera House were still there...
- The traffic is still busy and the roads are still messy...
- The taxis & bus drivers still haven't acquired their licences... (Farkn bus driver clipped my friends' rented car!), after this trip, I deeply appreciate the effort that trams in Melbourne make to stay on their tracks...
- The people... still unhappy... why is it that they are so rude and unfriendly? (OK I'm generalising here, but... WHY!) Melbourne people are so much friendlier...

The trip was memorable... and full of new experience... =) should do it again sometimes... of course next time... we will stop over at more places and take more days off... 3 days is just not enough!

Scenarios

2007-06-13T18:57:00.000+10:00

1.
I was just resting in my room with my 4 sisters when he came in unannounced. He grabbed me and my 3rd sister and threw us in a different room. We were not constrained in the room, he knew we were too weak to escape from his hands. I wondered what happened to my other 3 sisters... hmm...

He came in again, this time with force, he pinned me down, grabbed my neck and lifted me up easily with one hand. He was too strong, I struggled to no avail. out of no where, he pulled out a syringe, almost as big as me, and injected fluid into my body. He let me go...

I saw my younger sister being treated the same way as I did. For some reason he hesitated with my sister. When he finally let go of my sister, I ran towards her and tried to see if she was alright. She wobbled, she fell, but she was still breathing... I caressed her, I saw the blood escaping from her tummy...

Eventually, she passed. He came back into the room, saw my dead sister, gave her a push... He knew... he knew she was dead... He dragged her out of the room... through the windows, I saw him dislocated my sisters neck (just to make sure she was dead) and threw her into a plastic bag.

I was petrified... will this happen to me too?

Momentarily, my 2nd sister was pushed into my room... I asked her what happened. She told me she got injected by that sadistic monster... I told her about our younger sister... we mourned...
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2.
I had been feeling nauseous in the mornings for these past 2 weeks, I think I might be pregnant. But a horrible thing happened not long ago, I might have lost my baby. A monster broke into our house and took my three older sisters away. I was left with our youngest sister. He returned after a while and pinned me down with force and grabbed me by the neck. I could not believe how strong he was - he lifted me up only using his left hand... He felt my tummy, using his right hand... he felt something hard... he looked perplexed... I don't think he knew the hard thing he felt was my baby... I tried to tell him but he could not understand me...

Then he pulled out a syringe with a needle. It looked huge. I have never seen needle as big as that in my entire life. He poked it in to my tummy, I screamed... but he would not care. As he injected the clear fluid into my tummy, I can feel liquid coming out of my vagina... I saw it, and he saw it. It looked like diluted blood. The monster was shocked... but I knew he had broken my womb. He pulled out his needled and tried a different position, a position more higher up... the same thing happened. Then he threw me down and said, "Fark! This one is pregnant!"

I was saved by my baby, but it died saving me...

Friends

2007-06-12T23:10:00.001+10:00

Friends
Originally uploaded by According to K

We don't need many, I reckon.
Just a few that understand us well, no doubt.
Maybe 'a few' is too many... maybe just one or two...

Having a good time is important, I reckon.
No matter what you do, no doubt.
But whom you have fun with, matters...

I have a some great friends in life, I believe. Thank you for being in my life... *wink*

Monsters

2007-05-29T10:49:00.000+10:00

Why are we afraid of monsters? We are the monsters on Earth~ pfft... Everything else should be afraid of us!

Lie

2007-05-21T23:57:00.000+10:00

Lie about your work experience? What's your opinion on that?
First job is always the toughest to get. You have absolutely no experience... what do you do? Lie? What does that say about you as a person? But then again, if it allows to get your first job and you can pull it off, why not? Why do employers ask for CV anyway? What experience does a person need for a junior position anyway. All these things (CV, interview) are just a way for the employer to know you better. What if you are a person who is extremely competent and smart, only unable to express yourself fully or poor at making first impressions?
Recently, a new RA was employed by our boss. She is seemingly lazy, have a poor work ethic, unwilling to learn, and most importantly have a blank stare that I hate (I normally just stare back at her blankly...
Now I have found out she is unable to perform certain tasks (i.e. sacrificing animals for experiments...). However, she says she has been working with animals for 2 years. I cannot help but to ponder... did she lie?

The picture depicts a door way that leads to a temple. The words read 'dare to enter?' (Read from right to left)... The 'Enter' word on the left was written in a way that it looks like the word 'Knife' instead. How interesting...

What I love

2007-05-21T23:22:00.001+10:00

Do you know what I just love?~~~~ Gorrilaz... the music is amazingly cool =)
Hurry up and release your new album!!! Go 2-D~

Listening to: O Green world - Gorrilaz

Grandma

2007-05-21T23:08:00.000+10:00

This is grandma =)