It's paradoxical how people live more in the past as they move on into the future.

Something from then captivates the soul, causes us to evade from now and even generates trepidity for after.

...

Reminds me of a dollar coin.

A dollar used to be a great deal when you were.. say... 8 or 9 years old?
It was enough to get you sweets and candies in school.

Then, that simplicity is forgotten.

A dollar is no longer enough. You need more.
10 dollars? 20 dollars?
Then.. a hundred.. two hundred...

But who can recall the time when that transition happen?

And then something comes to mind..

A surge of apprenhension of what may come...
That inevitable day when hundreds become scant as well.

From then onwards...

Would you still remember the time when a dollar makes you feel rich ?

When can I have fun again?



Something got into me these days.

I've not been myself.

You see...

I am continually in a slumberous form...

accumulating extraordinary amount of workload...

and getting counterproductive.

More counterproductive.

What's worse?

I have no bloody sense of urgency...

and couldn't care less.



Oh man.... this is bad. This sounds bad. THIS GOT TO BE BAD.

Or... is it?

ARGH...

there I go again....

who am I kidding?

The Tug-of-War

Me: There are 4 ways of defining international politics...

Alter ego: Wonder how can I tighten that turn?

Me: Idealism...

Alter ego: Maybe if I swerve to the right a little bit more..

Me: Realism....

Alter ego: Oh... maybe turn the torso sharply will help...

Me: Marxism....

Alter ego: Erm... wonder when can I do a spin...

Me: STOP!

Alter ego: Roll on!

...

W.T.F.

The waffle.

In a moment of aberration...

I've done something stupid.

But that stupid thing that I did is the right thing to do.

And that right thing that I did will always make me feel proud of doing it.

Well...

Of course...

not to forget...

that proud thing that I did is still something stupid to do.

...

Sounds cheesy but it does happen isn't it?

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Call me eccentric...

Randomly listening to my songs...

and there.. I have this again.

Frank Sinatra - My Way

Just luv this song. Probably because of the lyrics.

I first heard of it in a Japanese movie screened for one of my courses on Postwar Japanese Film and Anime. The Swallowtail Butterfly (1996)

A tape playing this song was found by a group of illegal immigrants in Japan. Only that, these immigrants did not realize that this was not just a tape. But one that had a metallic plate capable of counterfeiting money. There... the immigrants struck gold... but with this windfall.. there came the problems....

Also, in the movie, there are Andy Hui from Hong Kong and Yosuke Eguchi (Famous for his role in the Japanese drama Under the same roof 1 and 2

Anyway, I will stop rambling on things of no pertinence. After all, my point here is the SONG.

A phrase from the song:
"Regrets, I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption."

But undoubtedly... all of it's lyrics are wonderful.

Ha~

Waiting...


Have you experience it before? When stillness of the air and sizzling humidity envelop you under a scorching sun and leave you feeling dimwitted? Well.... that day at the bus stop was.




The Desight - horrifying "state of mess-ness". How can anyone survive here?

But in fact.. SOMEONE does. And there is the infamous "baby powder incident".

"YUCKs" I went... when I put my hand onto the computer desk and got a full hand of baby powder. (No idea where it comes from.)

"Oh... what is this?" The owner of the room said.

With that, she lightly tapped her finger on the powder and applied it onto her forearm.

....

"Oh... is baby powder!" (And I must say... she's in awe.)

ErM... OK. Apparently, I was not taught the correct procedures of using baby powder when I was young.