post-concert, post-work, and report-writing syndrome
THOUGHT:
Life cannot be fully appreciated from the course of studying biology. you'd have to know the arts, which set the boundaries of limited human comprehension of their world around.
"problems that plaque whole human societies cannot be adequately explained, or appreciated from the intrinsic viewpoint of a single biological system. "
It's always been a dream to zoom out to a helicopter view and study cities, watch people move about in the metropolis. the streets. the buildings. the tower spikes. the ants crawling on the concrete. the densely populated hive.
Lush is playing some lousy mixes this morning, or why am I underappreciating it?
We're always listening to something someone else has said. I say we defy their expectations.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Two music channels I support
1. music on Lush 99.5fm
- provides the best atmospheric music for jogging, dancing, etc..
2. the observatory
- provides soulful music to the tortured listener of poor tunes. -_-"''
Aye, for the observatory! They are Singapore's innovators of music..
I dislike punk rock . It drains away youthful energy that could be put to better use.
- provides the best atmospheric music for jogging, dancing, etc..
2. the observatory
- provides soulful music to the tortured listener of poor tunes. -_-"''
Aye, for the observatory! They are Singapore's innovators of music..
I dislike punk rock . It drains away youthful energy that could be put to better use.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Three Ghost Stories.
Warning: Don't read this alone, after midnight..!!
The following stories are real accounts and are still
relevant, affecting stumbling innocent lives to this day...
Ghost Story #1
When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the
jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home
too late as there won't be any transportation after a certain time.
One night, before going home, I ta pao a kueh teow soup for
supper. I was late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there
was none. I was getting worried as the night was getting
darker and darker. So I tried to flag down private vehicles
to take me home.
There was no one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took
sympathy on me and stopped to give me a lift. He was a
man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his
motorbike.
On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the
temple looked eerily spooky with the dim lights from the
candles.
At first, the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the
temple was approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger
and bigger. His kind face turned to a face of anger. He was
muttering something loud but was inaudible to me. I was so
scared that I closed my eyes in order not to see his angry face.
Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and
then yelled at me.
"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can
you please move it away???"
Ghost Story #2
When I was young, I have two friends who were very close to
each other. They played with each other everyday. It was
like, if you see A, you would see B next to him. They were
always together.
A loved fried eggs. Whenever he went out for lunch or dinner,
without fail, he would ask for fried egg on top of his noodles,
fried rice, etc.
One day, A involved in an accident and died.
B was devastated. B went to the cemetery to pray everyday.
He would go to the nearest restaurant and ta pao a box of fried rice
with an egg on top to be offered to A when he went to pray
to him.
The next day, he opened the box and there was no egg inside!
B was petrified. He thought, must be A who came and took the
fried egg away.
The same thing happened the next day and the day after that.
B was confused. So, one day, he asked the chef to make the
same fried rice with a fried egg again. Then, he went to the
cemetery to offer it to A. Curious, he opened the box to
check for the egg. He was angry to find that, there was no
fried egg in the box after all.
Feeling that he had been cheated, he went back to the
restaurant and demanded to see the Chef. "Where is the fried
egg?? I told you there must be a fried egg inside!! You have
cheated me for a few days now! Gimme back my money!!"
Then, the Chef got really angry and opened the box - the
fried egg was inside the box.
The Chef said, "Stupid! You open the box upside down. No
wonder you cannot see the egg!!"
Ghost Story #3
When I was young, I went to town to work with a group of
friends during our summer holidays of two months. Being
young and away from home for the first time, we drank and
smoke like nobody's business.
One night, we were pissed drunk and flagged the last bus
down to go home.
Being tired, we slept in the bus.
It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awoke by the
chilly wind. I was shocked to find that there was no one in
the bus, and I was the last passenger. I looked in front to
check out for the driver. But the driver was no where in
sight. Yet, the bus was moving.
I panicked shitless. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I
was not dreaming. The night was dark and cold.
I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to run as
hard as I could to get away.
Then I heard someone yelled at me from behind the bus.
"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to push the
bus!" yelled the bus driver.
I saw my other friends helping to push the bus, which broke
down while I was asleep.
THE END (-_-")
Origin: Saeadah_AHAMED@pharmacy.nh... Dated Thu 04/05/2006 5:47 PM
Edited by zhaong for your pleasure.
The following stories are real accounts and are still
relevant, affecting stumbling innocent lives to this day...
Ghost Story #1
When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the
jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home
too late as there won't be any transportation after a certain time.
One night, before going home, I ta pao a kueh teow soup for
supper. I was late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there
was none. I was getting worried as the night was getting
darker and darker. So I tried to flag down private vehicles
to take me home.
There was no one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took
sympathy on me and stopped to give me a lift. He was a
man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his
motorbike.
On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the
temple looked eerily spooky with the dim lights from the
candles.
At first, the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the
temple was approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger
and bigger. His kind face turned to a face of anger. He was
muttering something loud but was inaudible to me. I was so
scared that I closed my eyes in order not to see his angry face.
Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and
then yelled at me.
"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can
you please move it away???"
Ghost Story #2
When I was young, I have two friends who were very close to
each other. They played with each other everyday. It was
like, if you see A, you would see B next to him. They were
always together.
A loved fried eggs. Whenever he went out for lunch or dinner,
without fail, he would ask for fried egg on top of his noodles,
fried rice, etc.
One day, A involved in an accident and died.
B was devastated. B went to the cemetery to pray everyday.
He would go to the nearest restaurant and ta pao a box of fried rice
with an egg on top to be offered to A when he went to pray
to him.
The next day, he opened the box and there was no egg inside!
B was petrified. He thought, must be A who came and took the
fried egg away.
The same thing happened the next day and the day after that.
B was confused. So, one day, he asked the chef to make the
same fried rice with a fried egg again. Then, he went to the
cemetery to offer it to A. Curious, he opened the box to
check for the egg. He was angry to find that, there was no
fried egg in the box after all.
Feeling that he had been cheated, he went back to the
restaurant and demanded to see the Chef. "Where is the fried
egg?? I told you there must be a fried egg inside!! You have
cheated me for a few days now! Gimme back my money!!"
Then, the Chef got really angry and opened the box - the
fried egg was inside the box.
The Chef said, "Stupid! You open the box upside down. No
wonder you cannot see the egg!!"
Ghost Story #3
When I was young, I went to town to work with a group of
friends during our summer holidays of two months. Being
young and away from home for the first time, we drank and
smoke like nobody's business.
One night, we were pissed drunk and flagged the last bus
down to go home.
Being tired, we slept in the bus.
It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awoke by the
chilly wind. I was shocked to find that there was no one in
the bus, and I was the last passenger. I looked in front to
check out for the driver. But the driver was no where in
sight. Yet, the bus was moving.
I panicked shitless. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I
was not dreaming. The night was dark and cold.
I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to run as
hard as I could to get away.
Then I heard someone yelled at me from behind the bus.
"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to push the
bus!" yelled the bus driver.
I saw my other friends helping to push the bus, which broke
down while I was asleep.
THE END (-_-")
Origin: Saeadah_AHAMED@pharmacy.nh... Dated Thu 04/05/2006 5:47 PM
Edited by zhaong for your pleasure.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)