2nd day of Friendster and i'm bored already. bleah. :(
in happier news, i have written my first play! and my first screenplay! but you knew tt already. (see THAT's how long i haven't been updating my blog!!! :P)
back to original point: i'm bored of Friendster. i want the holidays to come.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Thursday, October 02, 2003
coward the me.
some questions never get answered
some questions never get asked
some questions never get past the brain
and much less past the mask
maybe i should advance
maybe i should retreat
maybe i should just heck it all
and contemplate my feet
~born2Bblue
some questions never get asked
some questions never get past the brain
and much less past the mask
maybe i should advance
maybe i should retreat
maybe i should just heck it all
and contemplate my feet
~born2Bblue
Thursday, September 25, 2003
seeking answers.
Late At Night
it's late at night
(so late that it's morning)
and i'm tired and dead
(but still wide wide awake)
and i'll soon have to wake up
(but i'm not asleep yet)
oh how heavy my head
(my heart's heavier instead)
and i pause, and wonder
why i haven't heard
from you in ages
not one single word
i've tried to say hi
but you always seemed busy
i know you've got work
and i know it's not easy --
but is that it?
that all?
a silence unsaid?
are you sure?
it's the end?
has our friendship gone dead?
i don't know what you're thinking
i don't know how you feel
do you want me to ask you
or would you prefer me to justshutthehellupandgoaway?
~born2Bblue
it's late at night
(so late that it's morning)
and i'm tired and dead
(but still wide wide awake)
and i'll soon have to wake up
(but i'm not asleep yet)
oh how heavy my head
(my heart's heavier instead)
and i pause, and wonder
why i haven't heard
from you in ages
not one single word
i've tried to say hi
but you always seemed busy
i know you've got work
and i know it's not easy --
but is that it?
that all?
a silence unsaid?
are you sure?
it's the end?
has our friendship gone dead?
i don't know what you're thinking
i don't know how you feel
do you want me to ask you
or would you prefer me to justshutthehellupandgoaway?
~born2Bblue
Monday, September 22, 2003
arghhhh
am upset. cannot find a way to show nustudios peeps the stupid short little video thingy i created without having to create a website specially for it!!! arghhh. upset upset upset. :(
Friday, July 18, 2003
Back from camp
goodness. just read my last blog entry and realised to my horror tt i was sounding suspiciously much like a cynic. noi'mnotacynic! noi'mnotacynic! argh!!!!! :P i was just, um, depressed! heh. owell.
USP camp was fun fun fun! so much for all those nay-sayers who assured me it would be boooring. the mass dance was the best ever, thanx to Hamzar(?) and Missy Elliot's Work It! yeah now i've got into that groove and i bet i won't be able to get out of it for days :) Sphinx grp you're da best! ok right now u guys probably don't even know i got a blog yet and won't until the egrp is set up, but anw here it is and i'm not afraid of saying it! sphinx grp is da best!!! *grinz* i think i'm still high frm non-sleep... heh. my body feels like it's falling apart... oww... but the dance was way cool and i wouldn't give it up for the world. yayy :)
off to bury the bones in bed. more nonsense another time :)
USP camp was fun fun fun! so much for all those nay-sayers who assured me it would be boooring. the mass dance was the best ever, thanx to Hamzar(?) and Missy Elliot's Work It! yeah now i've got into that groove and i bet i won't be able to get out of it for days :) Sphinx grp you're da best! ok right now u guys probably don't even know i got a blog yet and won't until the egrp is set up, but anw here it is and i'm not afraid of saying it! sphinx grp is da best!!! *grinz* i think i'm still high frm non-sleep... heh. my body feels like it's falling apart... oww... but the dance was way cool and i wouldn't give it up for the world. yayy :)
off to bury the bones in bed. more nonsense another time :)
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Friday, July 11, 2003
Cheese Prata Madness!!!
haha i can't believe i'm going wacko over a tiny little store down clementi rd... yes for the uninitiated i've discovered NUS' supper paradise -- the cheese prata stall at Fong Seng!!! yayy. the cheese prata is good! *duh* the banana prata is good! the lime juice is good!!! hahaha i'm goin crazy i've eaten at that stall daily for the past like 3 days!!! muahahahaha. :P
off to sleep. cheese prata rawks!!! :)
off to sleep. cheese prata rawks!!! :)
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Thursday, May 01, 2003
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
May-day
The first of May is May-day
And there's always such a fuss
In books -- of fields of flowers
And busy bees that buzz
Ribbons bright and dresses gay
Are featured in each story
And parties are a common sight
In picnic-table glory
But here I am in Singapore
And I'm sure there's something more
To May-day, than these happy things
That flutter on whimsical wings
'Cause here we don't have flowers
We don't while away the hours
Dreaming picnics in the sun
And pretending to have fun.
No.
To us, May-day is Labour Day
The let's-appreciate-workers-day
A day to pause in our busy lives
Of busy husbands and busy wives
To ponder with detachedness
Upon a little gratefulness...
Then on with our lives --
We musn't stop!
On with our lives --
Let's strive for the top!
Absurd it sounds, but this is true:
That's the Singapore May-day for you.
Yet somewhere in a corner of Singapore...
Two people remain unaffected
By the noise and bustle
Throughout their fulfilled, peaceful lives
They've never tried to hustle
Twenty-one years of happy marriage
Celebrated with God's grace
Ardent love still undiminished
A glow of warmth around each face
Every May-day of the year
They rejoice to be alive
Still happily married to each other
One my father, one his wife.
-->born2Bblue
The first of May is May-day
And there's always such a fuss
In books -- of fields of flowers
And busy bees that buzz
Ribbons bright and dresses gay
Are featured in each story
And parties are a common sight
In picnic-table glory
But here I am in Singapore
And I'm sure there's something more
To May-day, than these happy things
That flutter on whimsical wings
'Cause here we don't have flowers
We don't while away the hours
Dreaming picnics in the sun
And pretending to have fun.
No.
To us, May-day is Labour Day
The let's-appreciate-workers-day
A day to pause in our busy lives
Of busy husbands and busy wives
To ponder with detachedness
Upon a little gratefulness...
Then on with our lives --
We musn't stop!
On with our lives --
Let's strive for the top!
Absurd it sounds, but this is true:
That's the Singapore May-day for you.
Yet somewhere in a corner of Singapore...
Two people remain unaffected
By the noise and bustle
Throughout their fulfilled, peaceful lives
They've never tried to hustle
Twenty-one years of happy marriage
Celebrated with God's grace
Ardent love still undiminished
A glow of warmth around each face
Every May-day of the year
They rejoice to be alive
Still happily married to each other
One my father, one his wife.
-->born2Bblue
Thursday, April 24, 2003
Teenage Angst is a curious thing.
see, whenever you have a piece of writing done by somebody under 20 that is full of anger or discontent, people tend to dismiss it like so: "oh, that's just Teenage Angst." they give the impression that it's worth nothing... true, i agree that teenage problems like image issues or relationships and so on aren't as earth-shattering as like hunger or unemployment or WAR, but they're still problems! they still exist. and they are still problems that every teenager goes through, whatever millenium they grew up in.
i mean, what makes it ok to discredit a poem about a teenager revealing the BGR frustrations in his or her life, and not that of say a 35-year-old sophisticated urbanite looking for love? aren't the emotions just as heartfelt? aren't the situations just as common in society? and aren't the problems just as hard to solve?
"it's just a phase" they say, but hey, isn't our whole life made up of phases anyway? somehow there's something wrong here. so let the floodgates be opened... Teenage Angst should have its day.
see, whenever you have a piece of writing done by somebody under 20 that is full of anger or discontent, people tend to dismiss it like so: "oh, that's just Teenage Angst." they give the impression that it's worth nothing... true, i agree that teenage problems like image issues or relationships and so on aren't as earth-shattering as like hunger or unemployment or WAR, but they're still problems! they still exist. and they are still problems that every teenager goes through, whatever millenium they grew up in.
i mean, what makes it ok to discredit a poem about a teenager revealing the BGR frustrations in his or her life, and not that of say a 35-year-old sophisticated urbanite looking for love? aren't the emotions just as heartfelt? aren't the situations just as common in society? and aren't the problems just as hard to solve?
"it's just a phase" they say, but hey, isn't our whole life made up of phases anyway? somehow there's something wrong here. so let the floodgates be opened... Teenage Angst should have its day.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
LOOKS AREN'T IMPORTANT
"Looks Aren't Important"
So they say with Darlie smiles
But that's a vile hypocrisy
That you can smell for miles
"Looks Aren't Important --
But I recommend this cream
It will smooth away all facial flaws
And you'll look like a dream!"
"Looks Aren't Important --
Being talented should matter
You have a good voice, honey, but
HER stage presence is better."
"Looks Aren't Important --
It's character that should count
But I'd rather have a girlfriend
Who can fit into a gown."
If Looks Aren't Important
Why do they repeat it so
In such kind and conscious manner
As if I needed to know?
Why would they say it so often
If they truly didn't mind?
When they line us up for pictures
Why am I always behind?
Oh sure, they treat me nice enough
But it's never quite sincere
Waves of nausea roll and rumble
Underneath that sweet veneer.
So if Looks Aren't Important
Tell me, why are these things so?
'Coz in actual fact, Looks Matter Most --
Believe me, I should know.
-->born2Bblue
"Looks Aren't Important"
So they say with Darlie smiles
But that's a vile hypocrisy
That you can smell for miles
"Looks Aren't Important --
But I recommend this cream
It will smooth away all facial flaws
And you'll look like a dream!"
"Looks Aren't Important --
Being talented should matter
You have a good voice, honey, but
HER stage presence is better."
"Looks Aren't Important --
It's character that should count
But I'd rather have a girlfriend
Who can fit into a gown."
If Looks Aren't Important
Why do they repeat it so
In such kind and conscious manner
As if I needed to know?
Why would they say it so often
If they truly didn't mind?
When they line us up for pictures
Why am I always behind?
Oh sure, they treat me nice enough
But it's never quite sincere
Waves of nausea roll and rumble
Underneath that sweet veneer.
So if Looks Aren't Important
Tell me, why are these things so?
'Coz in actual fact, Looks Matter Most --
Believe me, I should know.
-->born2Bblue
Sunday, April 13, 2003
u know that feeling you get when you have things to do but they're not like earth-shatteringly important but u know if you don't get down to it right now you won't finish it 'til about half an hour after it's due but you just can't get yourself to sit down and work on it and it's not like you can't do it and you've got all your ideas and words and so forth planned out but you're thinking just a while more just a little while more i'll do it in just a little while and you eventually while away the whole day doing nothing but thinking about what you were supposed to be doing? yeah. i got that feeling. then when i actually sat down to it everything disappeared and i'm left blanked out in front of a blank screen. bleah. stupid plays. i'm a writer am i? then why don't i write??? stupid... um... er... me. mm.
Friday, April 11, 2003
ok. somebody told me i should do this. namely, michael (the success or failure of this venture rests squarely on ur shoulders, mike!) so i did. right. now i'm here, i'm actually not quite sure what to write. c'mon, it's not like my life would actually yield Diary-of-the-Year-type of material. i'm not even that interesting! i'm not a geek, i'm not a party animal, i'm not a jock, i'm not blindingly intelligent, gee! i'm not really anything at all. which is kindof strange, because then what AM i?? i don't know. i'm off to change my blog title. not that it matters to you coz you wouldn't know what it was in the first place after it's been changed! sigh.