*Toxic.Boy

"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." ~ Thomas Alva Edison

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Thursday, August 31, 2006

empowered.empathy

Question of the day:
How many times in your life have you honestly felt happy for others' good fortunes? Or sincerely felt their pain and loss? Shared genuine elation at others' achievements?
When you think about this - also think about whether you felt indifferent or was nonchalant; regarded the matter nondescript; even bitter and angered instead?

Monday, August 21, 2006

W.E.10 + E.P.L + Y.F.S

Winning Eleven 10.
Had a good session on Friday at D+J's place after street soccer with the boys (TR, KV, D of course, and NC but he didn't count cos he was just loading up on the red wine and concussed on the inviting sofa).
But the dog A was a perpetual attention seeking Monster Lickalot. Perhaps my really sweaty salty aftermath from soccer appealed to her tastebuds.

English Premier League.
This last weekend saw the start of a new season.
The Reds floundered, only managing a point against newly-promoted Sheffield, and losing Carragher and Riise to injuries.
It's a bad way to start the season.

Yahoo Fantasy Soccer.
That's some free online EPL trading/managing game.
Did really bad this 1st week especially since I didn't have any of the Man Utd players who just pumped in so many goals.
Bad way to start my season.

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Monday, August 14, 2006

reds.over.blues

There are no Blues today
The Reds have made them pay
And it was indeed fine play
At Cardiff both were away

The Reds have beaten the Blues in the Champions League, the FA Cup and now the Community Shield. Next for the Premiership.

First piece of silverware for the season with the 2 goalscorers. Things are looking good indeed.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

click.

Caught the movie by Adam Sandler.
Found it hilarious yet strangely heartwarming at the same time. Did I mention that Sandler played the part of a workaholic architect in the show? It just added that tinge of familiarity to it all.

"What If You Had A Universal Remote... That Controlled Your Universe?"

Well it would be great I suppose, to a certain extent.
I don't know if I'd like to fast forward my life - since it's nearly been 30 years and I have hardly done anything to show for it, perhaps I'll take the rest of it slow in stride. Sure - one can't, and shouldn't change history. But imagine if you could rewind to any part of the past to reminisce about the favourite portions of your life - happy snippets of youth, moments of glory and triumph, of joy and togetherness with family and friends. It would be lovely I'd reckon.

As I was saying, though Sandler's movies usually encompasses little but forgettable, slapstick humour, Click somehow managed to remind me not to work too hard, and reiterate the need to treasure whatever time we have with the rest of your family - your grandparents, parents, partner, kids etc. Of course I (and the rest of you) have heard about this a million times and think that we know how to go about doing it. But it'll never hurt to be that wee bit nicer to your loved ones whilst they are still around (or whilst you are still here for that matter).

Enough said. Go catch it.


My rating: 7.5/10

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Wednesday, August 9, 2006

dis.connected

I lost my mobile phone.
Misplaced it on a bus.
This is devastating.
For all the good of modern technology I feel a sudden disconnection from the world.
It's akin to losing an entire collection of lifetime contacts in a flash.
This National Day will be one of the darkest and consciously forgettable.
It's a time for mourning.

Monday, August 7, 2006

dream.of.the.future.and.the.past


I simply love wulffmorgenthaler comics.
They are a cross of the macabre and the uncanny, with the most common everyday.

Sunday, August 6, 2006

swamp.of.the.nouveau.rich

Have been drowning in a swamp made up of piles of work.

New constructions; renovations, big and small; landed houses; and especially condominiums. Sticks and stones - they break my bones.
It must be rosy out there, the economy is picking up, and so many of these nouveau rich and existing affluent folks are coming to haunt me with their silly enquiries and proposals. Do you really think I care if your condominium will be more saleable? Not forgetting complaints - Do you honestly think my self-confessed sad life is only made worthwhile when I handle your enquiry on how to redevelop your land to its maximum potential? And that just because a Member illuminated my life with a letter in the form of a Lightning strike you deserve speed of light treatment?
Please, try harder.

Had to visit those extremely inaccessible huge landed estates in the vicinity of a famous hill. On a Sunday. Just because some fat gilded sucess-in-life with a perfectly decent stand-alone house wished to subject the land to mitosis into 2 smaller adjoining units. Yeah, and sell them perhaps to make a pile off the warming property market. And here I am doing extra work on a public holiday so that some already filthy (rich) guy can get filthier from the extra fat off the land, (none of which will come to me). There's a certain way the world works - and if you'd expect honest folks to believe that there's fairness from Providence - we should perhaps expect all the people who are challenged in various manners to be residing in all these estates where the dollar bills grow on trees. But they don't. (I mean the people, not the money. The residents do seem to have indoor farms of some sort for money.) We'd even expect most of these unfortunate people to be amongst the less sucessful of us in the demographic pie chart.

On some days I wished the global economy would come crashing down. It probably would affect everyone, my humble household included, but if you did not have much to start with there would be little to lose.

My world has ceased to be black and white - it has been slowly washed with shades of gray. Such that when some appalling acts are conducted - they may be frowned upon, yet they may have a global levelling effect. There's always that silver lining. I maintain my firm belief that all these swamp things in these landed housing estates (that I am helping to get that bigger car, yacht or plane for) - will all come and share their wealth with me. Because Providence has promised Hope, and hopefully it would not be only on the day that I die (as promised to many believers) that I see that Hope is realised.