*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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Saturday, September 30, 2006

absence.makes.the.head.turn.to.mush

WORK.
The dirty 4 letter word.

Monday, September 18, 2006

字谜 (一)

1。(猜一字)
一间房子没南墙,两个人儿里面藏,
一个骑在一人上,伸出头儿向外望。

2。(猜一字)
不在上边,应在下边,
正在两头,卡在中间。

3。(猜一字)
要一不要二
要三不要四
要东不要西。

4。(猜一字)
大一点点,人人都有。

5。(猜一字)
有心却记不住
有目却看不见。

For answers, please click on comments! =)

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Sunday, September 17, 2006

peanuts+chocolate

This brings a smile to my face for some inexplicable reasons.
Guess what - if I could have all my meals in chocolate - I might! =)


But if given a choice, Snickers wins Mars hands down, even though the latter happens to be the parent company.

Friday, September 15, 2006

hed.kandi

I was never really the clubber. Nor the rave advocate. Nor even the closet deep dish proponent.
But I am a sucker for pretty graphics.
Thus and therefore - Hed.Kandi.

Now there's a new site where you can purchase their cool vector graphic babes... introducing - memory.prints.

Keep on groovin', baby!

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

hotel.fox

I would like to indulge in certain aesthetic whims and fancies in my lifetime.
This place seems like where fairytales and nightmares come alive - introducing... Hotel Fox in Denmark.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

fee.fie.foh.fum

I have a plate
a plate of bones
But as of late
they feel like stones

Everyday
They are put to the grind
Anyway
The action numbs my mind

Fee Fie Foh Fum
I grind the bones to make my bread
There are no raisins, nor there rum
I can't get the banal sound out of my head

Monday, September 11, 2006

question.of.the.day

If there was no me - would you be happier?

Sunday, September 10, 2006

response.and.responsibilities

I am losing my senses.
The sand in the hourglass gushes, in torrents.
My mind whirls. It seems like a flashback of my life - the only difference is, it is the Present that is whizzing by.
I lose track of where I am.
Everyday seems like every other day.
I sleep. I work. I eat. I answer calls from irrate customers and calls from nature alike as though they are classified similarly and treated with the same manner - I am only relieved when both ordeals are over.
I receive a pittance. I pay bills. I look at my income tax and wonder why don't they just cream the fats off the gilded, well-heeled folks who make hundreds of thousands each year - they could easily subsidise all of us middle-income bourgeois and proleteriats. After all, we work for them for peanuts whilst they enjoy the fruits of our labours.
There seems to be increasing numbers of condominium developments - that is a sure sign that there are people who can afford to pay more taxes out there isn't it?

Education is still the only way out of poverty.
Indeed, I am thankful that I am not lesser fortunate, having received a decent education that would make many other fellowmen envious. But alas it has only brought me to the wheel in this hamster cage which I thread laboriously and religiously everyday, in exchange for sawdust to lie upon and melon seeds. I am sure many others have also subjected themselves unknowingly to this merciless rodent race.

I have lost my responses.
But the alarming thing is - there are still responsibilities to be taken care of.

Thursday, September 7, 2006

overheard.on.the.radio

A DJ was asking the following question,

"What does it mean for one to say 'I love you, but I am not in love with you.'?"

Think about it. =)

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

the.devil.wears.prada


Caught this movie some time back.
It was excellent in my opinion, much to my surprise, especially after expecting your typical run-of-the-mill chick-flick upon glancing at the title (with the notorious brand marred by ah-lians).
Of course not everybody's life can be as glitzy nor every job as life-changing. But nonetheless, it was another reminder of one's priorities in life, choices to be made, paths to be trodden.

Watch it whilst it is still showing on the big screens!
My rating: 8/10

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Sunday, September 3, 2006

绝对不是STAR

Was in TPY HDB Hub walking about this afternoon.
It so happened to be Project Superstar's auditions for male contestants.
But by the appearance of many of these participants in the meandering queues consisting thousands of people - I was led to believe that it was more an audition for 绝对不是STAR...
Don't people ever look in the mirror nowadays?
Or were many of those present just oblivious to the facts that receding hairlines, Ronaldinho front teeth, Obelix's paunch and looking like fashion disasters or ET's relatives from Outerspace just didn't spell S-U-P-E-R-S-T-A-R?
Maybe you can sing.
Maybe you can dance.
But before you go about strutting your stuff on stage - please, at least get a makeover. Or even remould your face and body, if that helps.
Otherwise, before you can even turn your moves on, we would have switched you off.