Puppy

Puppy the puppy stayed with me for the longest time. I’m pleasantly surprised how it’s still alive. It’s a little tattered now, for it was once a bundle of soft fur. It is now a lil rough-er. But it is still, quite fine. His belly has flattened over the years, but it’s still soft to the touch. Puppy is and will always be a reminder of my parent’s love for me. See, I got Puppy when I was a younger boy. My mum bought it at a pharmacy that carried toys… there, she got it for me. They got us so many. (Us = my brothers and I). And they kinda still do – the most recent being a camel from Turkey.

One is never too old to have a soft spot for plushies. It’s special for me. And I supposed my brothers too. Memories, perhaps. And they are good memories. And good memories are for keeps. In the event that we forget, there’s always Puppy (or vice-versa).

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My first post in 2012. Wow. So, how shall this year be? For now… c’est la vie.

Saved

A month ago, my server crashed and so did this blog *insert-hissing-powering-down-sound-here*. But it’s back up now and I’m glad. Lost a few month’s worth of posts but that’s alright I guess. =)

Edited on 11 Jan 2012.

D-I-Y

So I dropped a box of washers in the store room today while looking for a box of screws. Took a lil while picking up every piece that fell. I did this at 4am. 15 minutes. There’s something quite special about the experience. Maybe about this whole day’s experience.

Earlier today, I gave the car a proper wash, and vacuum. This took about an hour in the afternoon.

Later in the day, cleaned the toilet, and mounted a big whiteboard, hangers and a shelf. This took another hour.

Now I sit in front of my computer typing and feeling like I’ve accomplished some things. Happy.

There’s something quite special about doing these sorta things. Especially the kind that attempts to improve, organize, repair and affix. Maybe there’s an intrinsic fix-it aptitude. Maybe I like to see things in a certain way. Some things irk me, I know. But I let it be. But I know I can’t let some things just… be. So, for the things I can fix, I try. And still there are those that simply, exist and cannot be fixed. Or maybe is too complicated to be fixed. And so maybe, all these manual labour, these simple accidental/have-to/whatever it may be… is really, a form of therapy… for me. And I enjoy these things every now and then.

Oh life. You are amusing.

Design can change your life

Epic Poetic | Random Mind-Links

Funny how random mind-links work.

[Etymology: mind-link = How the mind links randoms, one thought leading into another, occasionally producing a string of patterns, or thoughts, or something like that. Mind-link coz I can't think of a better phrase to describe it... for now : P]

Fast forwarding: iTunes playlist went something like this… Kings of Convenience > Kings of Leon > Kris Allen’s Come Together… jogged my memory of Meatloaf’s It’s All Coming Back To Me Now featuring Marion Raven. So…

I always thought it was THE epic duet: Classic power ballad meets just the right sort of contemporary erm… girl (sounds too polite. Chick). But only now it dawns… how poetically epic this (love?) song goes.

Poetic because… it’s got all the emotional palette thrown in. Tragedy, lies, sorrow, memories (fading and recalling), euphoria, regret, reconciliation? These juxtaposed with the physical manifestation/mementos of all the above… pain, cold, froze, tears, pleasure, touch.

And her voice!

Fascinating : ) Hehe. Anyways… It’s too early in the morning to wage war with emo. Just thought it’s cool.

Another mind-link… it never occurred until just now, how strikingly similar Marion looks to Kate Beckinsale.

Lose Yourself.

Taylor Swift raps Eminem’s Lose Yourself. Like woah! Which basically seals it… She’s cool in my books.

My Mother’s Coat

Philosophy and the Warning

The warning: Self knowledge carries certain risks. Personal and political. Philosophy teaches us and unsettles us by confronting us with what we already know. There’s the irony. It works by taking what we know, by taking familiar unquestioned settings and making it strange. Philosophy estranges us from the familiar. Not by supplying new information but by inviting and provoking a new way of seeing. Once the familiar turns strange, it’s never quite the same again. Self knowledge is like lost innocence. However unsettling, it can never be untaught or unknown. … You have to allow for the possibility that political philosophy may make you a worse citizen rather than a better one, or at least a worse citizen before it makes you a better one. And that’s because philosophy is a distancing, even a debilitating activity.

- Highlighting & quoting Michael Sandel (Justice: What’s the Right Thing to Do?)

I could replay this a dozen times and still be intrigued. I think this is my 4th or 5th watch. Watch and watch again. And then watch the rest of the (Justice) lectures on Academic Earth.

Dream World

“This documentary is about Jason Paul, a free runner that tries to find new ways in his daily life to fulfill his inner needs. On his journey to London he discovers that friendship and companion are essential values in life. Written and directed by Frank Sauer”

Iridescent

When you were standing in the wake of devastation
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
With the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now
You were there and possibly alone

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go, let it go

And in the burst of light that blinded every angel
As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars
You felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space
No one there to catch you in their arms

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go, let it go

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
you build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known
remember all the sadness and frustration
and let it go

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go, let it go

Iridescent by Linkin Park

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