Box' of shaded memories #11

When nothing mattered.

Box' of shaded memories #10

Time is a lie,
Words and so are many other things.

People die,
And die again and again.

So what,
People survive on whatever and ever.

Heaven will shake a little,
Then the world will move on like it always has.

Thereafter memories hold,
Very unnecessarily.

The truth is that pain is nothing,
That’s when the converse is also true.

We return to the same start and end,
All the time.

But time is a lie,
Words and so are many other things.

Box' of Shaded Memories #9

Box' of Shaded Memories #8

Reflections are overrated.

Box' of Shaded Memories #7

Jurong West and Bamboo Poles.

Poker 1 Sociology 0

I am only blogging because

1) I cannot log into facebook poker.
2) My disc-drive is throwing tantrums and I cannot watch stuff my friends burned for me.
3) My downloads are far from complete.
4) I can't sleep, again.

The combination of reasons has compelled me to comment on the own goal sociology scored with its bureaucratic arpasia (no, it is not a real word). You want a thesis proposal, here's some potential thesis topics:

1) Gambling Hub: A hypothetical perspective on the hypothetical effects of the Integrated Resort that is not there yet.

2) Social life in Singapore: so-so food and so-so shopping and so-so life.

3) The Singaporean Identity: Uniquely similar to everybody else.

4) More than just a comma: A sociological perspective on the use of colons.

5) Methodology in Sociology: to what end and through what means, whatever that means.

6) Sociology: whatever that means.

Box' of Shaded Memories #6

When I feel threathened, I try to transform into an underwater mangosteen - for disguise.

The man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions here
I must have died along
A long, long time ago.

-David Bowie

Box' of Shaded Memories #5

Vietnam-Cambodia-Thailand backpacking trip in 2005 with Sam and Fish. As it turned out, we were the animals in the zoo - not them. And we danced, day after day, like caged circus monkeys for bananas - for them. So who's laughing now?

What can I say ... you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both.

A Poem

Colfax point.
Pimps and hoes,
And tricks in rows.
Women walk the streets,
With corns on their feets.
Broken dreams,
And no ice-cream.

Southpark, season 09, episode 07.

Box' of Shaded Memories #4

Box' of Shaded Memories #3

That damn elephant sure was heavy.

Box' of Shaded Memories #2

black sand. so much like you. whose reflection was it? dark clouds. so much like me. whose fortune were we talking about?

Box' of Shaded Memories #1

In my early Hong Kong days, K brought me to a deserted place far into the new territories, a place far away from the city, far away from most people's conception of Hong Kong. The landscape was vast, undeveloped and crude. I was privileged enough to see the other side of Hong Kong early on when most of the other international students were busy shopping and getting drunk. The serene, rustic atmosphere of the place gave me a warm feeling absent from the city's dark and crowded winter evenings. Freedom must feel something like that.

Friends' portrayals

Friend's Portrayal

Not my axes, if you were wondering.