Kambing gurun di Antartika
Lidah melekat di air batu
Walrus merayau di gurun Sahara
Mengaru-garu dibaham kutu
Penguin tergelak 'kakakakaka'
Gelagat kambing naik bulu
Unta tergelak 'hahahahaha'
Telatah walrus tersipu-sipu
Angin bertiup kencang belaka
Kambing gurun kesejukan kaku
Panas matahari tinggi nun sana
Walrus tercegat mampus terpaku
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Pantun Tiga Rangkap Untukmu
Kedatangan kamu membawa padah
Lirikan mata menusuk jiwa
Minda dan raga terasa bagai nak muntah.
Lirikan mata menusuk jiwa
Minda dan raga terasa bagai nak muntah.
Cheerios
Over the past couple of days I've been trying to write something in here. Unfortunately, every attempt proves futile as i fail to honestly articulate the nonsensical thoughts in my head. Therefore if I do not write anything in the next couple of days, please forgive me. Well, does it matter? Nobody reads this anyway. Cheerios.
PS: I wouldn't go down so low... not to your level I'm sorry.
PS: I wouldn't go down so low... not to your level I'm sorry.
Friday, February 16, 2007
See That Rainbow Walk By...
Today I became a rainbow... my ensamble of clothing comprised of the following colours in its most striking hues.
- orange slippers.
- purple pants.
- blue t-shirt.
- red fan.
- green 'go green' bag.
All I need now is a yellow hat. Maybe I should get one of those yellow hard hats from construction sites.
Waitaminute, that's not a good idea. Being a rainbow with a construction hard hat looking like a member of the village people... Hmmm...
That would definitely attract the wrong kind of attention.
- orange slippers.
- purple pants.
- blue t-shirt.
- red fan.
- green 'go green' bag.
All I need now is a yellow hat. Maybe I should get one of those yellow hard hats from construction sites.
Waitaminute, that's not a good idea. Being a rainbow with a construction hard hat looking like a member of the village people... Hmmm...
That would definitely attract the wrong kind of attention.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Runnnnnnn......
Let's live in an island.
I can grow vegetables. You can fish fishes.
I'll grow organic squashes, greens, and beans.
You'll fish groupers, jacks, and yellowfins.
My papayas are non-GMO, your tuna is dolphin safe
As my garden grows, we'll shelter in a cave
And if outsiders try to intrude
We'll harpoon their asses to Beirut.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Free Hugs
I want to take it to the streets today and give random people free hugs and flowers. But since flowers are gonna be really expensive today, I think I'll just give out hugs.... And since I am required to sit my fat ass in the edit suite all day long today, I reckon I won't be doing anything at all.
So to everyone who is reading this post, please claim your free hugs and flowers by typing 'Yes, I want a hug!' in the comments section. Offer valid until 18 February 2007. Terms & Conditions apply.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
The Guided Misadventures of Rocko the Secret Squirrel and Carlos, The Latin American Giant Hare. (Part One)
There exists a problem, a very big problem, a problem so big that if not solved instantly, might develop into a full blown international diplomatic crisis. This problem must be immediately brought forward to the attention of the international board of secret squirrels.
On the big screen TV of the secret squirrels headquarters conference hall projects the most horrorful (it was so horrific that the secret squirrels decided that no word in the existing set of vocabulary fits the situation. Therefore the ministry of vocabulary decided that a new word must be concocted to reflect the true situation. However, the cabinet did not agree unanimously on this. Some felt that 'horrorfuliffic', or 'horrendousful', or even 'horrorlicious' would be much more appropriate. But of course whenever such suggestions were thrown by one party, the others would go 'oh that is so absolutely horrorfullic!' or, 'oh my, how can we endorse such a horrorful word!'. Eventually since 'horrorful' received a majority of votes (albeit a very thin majority), it was thus decided that 'horrorful' should be that new word. Of course this does not go well for the others. Allegations of vote fixing, phantom wording, alphabet tampering and money politics were hurled. A call for a recount resounded; but due to the urgency of the situation, the minister decided that they should stick on 'horrorful'. "We will repel the word 'horrorful' from our vocabulary once this crisis is over, but for now, in the interest of national security we must, temporarily insert 'horrorful' into our vocabulary...", said the minister. Of course, one can imagine the fury of those who opposed the word... insults were hurled and the other party quickly formed an alliance and walked out of the hall in protest. Later, when interviewed by the press, a representative of the opposition said "We stand united... in principle, to unanimously oppose against the formation of such a horrorful word") image ever seen in the history of squirrelkind. A giant screw is lodged in the bellies of the earth. The earth is literally being screwed.
Surveyors were dispatched instantly to the site. So big was the screw that it took them 2 hours to measure the entire length with their 'zebra brand' wooden ruler. In total, it measured 278 feet (let it be known that the reason it took so long to measure this screw was because the ruler that they used was merely 30 centimeters long. It would have taken much longer if they had sticked to using the 15 centimeter one, fortunately a kind anonymous squirrel bought the 30 cm ruler out of his own pocket and donated it to the cash strapped surveyors.), give and take a couple of inches.
The secret squirrels fall into a stupor. As they chew on their winter reserve of pine nuts, they find themselves asking 'who in the right mind would go into the trouble of driving such a big screw into the bellies of the earth?', even more puzzling was 'who on earth would possess such a massive screwdriver, capable of driving such a humungous screw?'. They scratch their heads.
Scratch...
Scratch...
Chew...
Chew...
Scratch...
(to be continued...)
On the big screen TV of the secret squirrels headquarters conference hall projects the most horrorful (it was so horrific that the secret squirrels decided that no word in the existing set of vocabulary fits the situation. Therefore the ministry of vocabulary decided that a new word must be concocted to reflect the true situation. However, the cabinet did not agree unanimously on this. Some felt that 'horrorfuliffic', or 'horrendousful', or even 'horrorlicious' would be much more appropriate. But of course whenever such suggestions were thrown by one party, the others would go 'oh that is so absolutely horrorfullic!' or, 'oh my, how can we endorse such a horrorful word!'. Eventually since 'horrorful' received a majority of votes (albeit a very thin majority), it was thus decided that 'horrorful' should be that new word. Of course this does not go well for the others. Allegations of vote fixing, phantom wording, alphabet tampering and money politics were hurled. A call for a recount resounded; but due to the urgency of the situation, the minister decided that they should stick on 'horrorful'. "We will repel the word 'horrorful' from our vocabulary once this crisis is over, but for now, in the interest of national security we must, temporarily insert 'horrorful' into our vocabulary...", said the minister. Of course, one can imagine the fury of those who opposed the word... insults were hurled and the other party quickly formed an alliance and walked out of the hall in protest. Later, when interviewed by the press, a representative of the opposition said "We stand united... in principle, to unanimously oppose against the formation of such a horrorful word") image ever seen in the history of squirrelkind. A giant screw is lodged in the bellies of the earth. The earth is literally being screwed.
Surveyors were dispatched instantly to the site. So big was the screw that it took them 2 hours to measure the entire length with their 'zebra brand' wooden ruler. In total, it measured 278 feet (let it be known that the reason it took so long to measure this screw was because the ruler that they used was merely 30 centimeters long. It would have taken much longer if they had sticked to using the 15 centimeter one, fortunately a kind anonymous squirrel bought the 30 cm ruler out of his own pocket and donated it to the cash strapped surveyors.), give and take a couple of inches.
The secret squirrels fall into a stupor. As they chew on their winter reserve of pine nuts, they find themselves asking 'who in the right mind would go into the trouble of driving such a big screw into the bellies of the earth?', even more puzzling was 'who on earth would possess such a massive screwdriver, capable of driving such a humungous screw?'. They scratch their heads.
Scratch...
Scratch...
Chew...
Chew...
Scratch...
(to be continued...)
Friday, February 09, 2007
Memori Di Mimaland 1986
I long for Mimaland.
For its water slides and swimming pools,
For its skating rinks and funny mirror rooms,
For its mini golf and groovy playgrounds
And most of all, who can forget...
The dinosaurs that once roamed the earth.
The biggest swimming pool in South East Asia
The highest water slides in South East Asia
Oh hello mother...
Shammah, Cheng Ee, Yuen Teng, Chee Hung.
Yuen Teng.
Everyone... Uncle Wai Keen, Cheng Ee, Shammah, Mother, Chee Hung, Yuen Teng.
photos by Yuen Fun.
Let's go to Mimaland.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Sigh...
It's going to be a very long day...
Maybe you'll like to come with me, we'll go running and cut this day in half.
Maybe you'll like to come with me, we'll go running and cut this day in half.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I Lost My Mind. Part 1
Once upon a time, I lost my mind. No, not in a metaphorical sense, but I literally lost my physical mind. Here's how it happened.
It was just like any other day really; the sun was up in the big blue sky, the clouds made funny faces (though not once did they mock me), the birds are singing hoe downs (once they did a hoe down on bird poop), the grass was grassing, the wind was winding, and all the usual stuff etcetra, etcetra. However (one would anticipate that in the midst of a most perfect situation, a 'however' is almost inevitable), it was once of those days that if I was a cat, I would have been killed; which I eventually realized was not such a bad thing after all (being a cat, not being killed... though that was not too bad either).
So I was feeling extra curious that day, and of all the things that I was curious about, was that region between my left and right ears. So I said to myself (yes, I have this habit of talking to myself. It's tragic, but when one leads a life as lonely as mine, talking to oneself proves to be comforting. What I do is that I create this whole host of characters and befriend them. No, it's not like I have bi-polar personalities, that's an understatement... I have an army of personalities. However (Have I mentioned about how 'however' is almost inevitable, sorry if I already have, it probably was one of my other personalities talking) this time around, I am quite sure that this is me... yes, me) , "Ah! I wonder how the insides of my head looks like?". Upon answering myself (an answer which I shall keep to myself lest I offend the rest of them), I pried my head open with the jaws of life, somewhere around the area around my forehead. Like an old coconut split open with the sharpest of machetes, the incision was perfect and I barely felt any pain.
With my skull cap in my hands, I walked to the mirror to see what's really in my head. To my pleasure, I see my brains in perfect condition (I consulted one of my personalities who is a neurologist), my mind intact, and all my miscelaneous items in spaking good condition. Everything is exactly where it is, nothing more, nothing less. I was satisfied. A happy customer, I sashayed away and took a walk in the forest. I like walking around in the forests, but I cannot say that my intentions are pure. Yes I enjoy the humidity of the forest, Yes, I enjoy the insect bites. Yes, I enjoy falling on my ass each time I slip. And yes, I enjoy enjoying all the things that I enjoy in the forest, but while walking in the forest, I bear high hopes of finding my heart (which I, like my mind, lost it too once upon a time).
Unfortunately, like any other day, I did not find my heart. And like any other day, due to me missing a heart, I had a hard time resisiting to step on the ants. But I resisted anyway. However, I did feel a little light in the head, so I headed home earlier thinking some rest would do me good. To my horror, when I reached home, I see my skullcap sitting atop the coffee table. Hoping for the best, I touched the top of my head. Alas, it was squishy and shit. It became obvious to me then that I've forgotten to reattach my skull cap to my head. I went straight to the mirror to see if everything is alright before I reattach my skull cap.
Gasppppp! There exist a tiny cavity on the corner of my brain! My neurologist persona told me that that's my mind that's supposed to sit in that grove there. I realized then that that light headed feeling was there because my mind is not there. It must have escaped while I took a walk in the forest. Seeing an oppurtunity to detach itself from myself, it must have ran away.
Damn it! I lost my mind.
(to be continued...)
It was just like any other day really; the sun was up in the big blue sky, the clouds made funny faces (though not once did they mock me), the birds are singing hoe downs (once they did a hoe down on bird poop), the grass was grassing, the wind was winding, and all the usual stuff etcetra, etcetra. However (one would anticipate that in the midst of a most perfect situation, a 'however' is almost inevitable), it was once of those days that if I was a cat, I would have been killed; which I eventually realized was not such a bad thing after all (being a cat, not being killed... though that was not too bad either).
So I was feeling extra curious that day, and of all the things that I was curious about, was that region between my left and right ears. So I said to myself (yes, I have this habit of talking to myself. It's tragic, but when one leads a life as lonely as mine, talking to oneself proves to be comforting. What I do is that I create this whole host of characters and befriend them. No, it's not like I have bi-polar personalities, that's an understatement... I have an army of personalities. However (Have I mentioned about how 'however' is almost inevitable, sorry if I already have, it probably was one of my other personalities talking) this time around, I am quite sure that this is me... yes, me) , "Ah! I wonder how the insides of my head looks like?". Upon answering myself (an answer which I shall keep to myself lest I offend the rest of them), I pried my head open with the jaws of life, somewhere around the area around my forehead. Like an old coconut split open with the sharpest of machetes, the incision was perfect and I barely felt any pain.
With my skull cap in my hands, I walked to the mirror to see what's really in my head. To my pleasure, I see my brains in perfect condition (I consulted one of my personalities who is a neurologist), my mind intact, and all my miscelaneous items in spaking good condition. Everything is exactly where it is, nothing more, nothing less. I was satisfied. A happy customer, I sashayed away and took a walk in the forest. I like walking around in the forests, but I cannot say that my intentions are pure. Yes I enjoy the humidity of the forest, Yes, I enjoy the insect bites. Yes, I enjoy falling on my ass each time I slip. And yes, I enjoy enjoying all the things that I enjoy in the forest, but while walking in the forest, I bear high hopes of finding my heart (which I, like my mind, lost it too once upon a time).
Unfortunately, like any other day, I did not find my heart. And like any other day, due to me missing a heart, I had a hard time resisiting to step on the ants. But I resisted anyway. However, I did feel a little light in the head, so I headed home earlier thinking some rest would do me good. To my horror, when I reached home, I see my skullcap sitting atop the coffee table. Hoping for the best, I touched the top of my head. Alas, it was squishy and shit. It became obvious to me then that I've forgotten to reattach my skull cap to my head. I went straight to the mirror to see if everything is alright before I reattach my skull cap.
Gasppppp! There exist a tiny cavity on the corner of my brain! My neurologist persona told me that that's my mind that's supposed to sit in that grove there. I realized then that that light headed feeling was there because my mind is not there. It must have escaped while I took a walk in the forest. Seeing an oppurtunity to detach itself from myself, it must have ran away.
Damn it! I lost my mind.
(to be continued...)
Monday, January 29, 2007
Ricky Gervais...
Since I have nothing important to say, I'll leave the talking to someone else.
Many would consider me posting of this clip to be an abomination of my own faith and God... but what is faith if you can't laugh at ourselves, and most of all... What is faith if you can't dispute it.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Hiatus
It's been a while now since I last posted anything.
I reckon I'll keep it that way.
I'll spare you of my incessant bitching and ranting.
It beckons I'll just stay away.
I reckon I'll keep it that way.
I'll spare you of my incessant bitching and ranting.
It beckons I'll just stay away.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Slow Down...
Life is too harassed, sometimes we need to slow down... albeit momentarily.
Click on the above image to see the animation, thanks to Kyoko, who lives in the fastest place in the universe.
On top of that check out the sloth club webpage for more slowness.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Hello
Can I come camping with you?
I'll pitch the tent.
I'll cook food in a can.
I'll suck out the mildew,
the muck in your bag,
the...
you know what, I am really not in a metaphorical mood today. So instead of speaking in signs and symbols, I'm going to say it straight to your face.
"Fuck You"
I'll pitch the tent.
I'll cook food in a can.
I'll suck out the mildew,
the muck in your bag,
the...
you know what, I am really not in a metaphorical mood today. So instead of speaking in signs and symbols, I'm going to say it straight to your face.
"Fuck You"
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Hello Goodbye
| Happy 2007, This is my way of starting the new year. Hello Goodbye : a study of time / space mobility. | |
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Vomit Blood!
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Thursday, December 28, 2006
Can I Have Real Coffee?
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Need to get out of this four walls.
Need to drill a hole through the floor.
Need to break this grey sky above me.
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To make things worse, its instant coffee....
4 cups so far.
Need real brewed coffee.
Need to get out of this four walls.
Need to drill a hole through the floor.
Need to break this grey sky above me.
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To make things worse, its instant coffee....
4 cups so far.
Need real brewed coffee.
2 Yolks A Day Keeps Everything Away
I cracked an egg into the wok for a little sunny side up breakfast.
Oh what delight, 2 egg yolks I find.
A good omen?
Or maybe it merely means that they've fed the chicken fertility drugs.
Ahhh... cynicism will be the death of me.
However (there must always be a 'however')
I choose to believe in the former.
On a day like today,
I'll need all the luck I need.
Oh what delight, 2 egg yolks I find.
A good omen?
Or maybe it merely means that they've fed the chicken fertility drugs.
Ahhh... cynicism will be the death of me.
However (there must always be a 'however')
I choose to believe in the former.
On a day like today,
I'll need all the luck I need.
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