You Are Enjoying Your Sundays As Long As You Don't Wake Up Before The Sun Hits Its Highest Spot
Yes it is. And we're all counting down and looking forward to that very day. I never appreciated freedom that much.
Sunday morning, I woke up on my aunty's living room couch. I've lost my bed and cabinet space in her house, so now the long leather couch is my next best comfort spot.
4x(-1) met up with Lings yesterday at Caramel. And we drove off to Chocz at Esplanade (where I met somebody special but didn't have the courage to approach). I've told Lings my next big traveling plan, which now have included a short road trip in Brisbane to visit her. I feel alive again just by thinking about THE PLAN. In which will take place ONE MORE GOOD DAMN YEAR later.
Work week was calm, especially on the second and third, where Shaun was on mc and along with his absence is the ultimate dramatic aura. The tension has loosen, and I'm still FFFFFFF praying for it to happen. Marc introduced me to the ceiling cat that he made, and what the fuck is Ceiling Cat!?
Ceiling Cat refers to a photographic image of a concerned-looking cat, a real cat whose existence is denied by Republicans and Jews, whose head appears poking out through a hole in a ceiling. This image has become universally recognized by all denizens of the Tubes as a sign of wonder, an icon of fear, and a source of lulz. In the mythos of memedom, Ceiling Cat is the analogy of God.
Ceiling cat is known to teleport between houses and poke his head through holes in the ceiling to watch people masturbate. If there's no hole in your ceiling, he'll make one. Some consider this to be an invasion of privacy, but if Ceiling Cat does not approve of something, he is known to destroy entire planets with his deadly eye lazers. Ceiling Cat is coming. Hide, ye ED users. Or at least put your cock away.
How hilarious is that! I never knew it existed and on the web people have made versions like ceiling Obama, ceiling Spartaa!, ceiling Michael Jackson, and ceiling Goldfish to name afew. ROFL.
This is the template to make your own ceiling cat. Go to tubbypaws.blogspot for it.
Several Other Blog Worthies:
A poster I want on my wall
Illustration: Death Wish by Luke Morrell
New Grand Bentley, the winged B's replacement for the recently retired Arnage.
A shot by photographer Jack Bradley, which captured the exact moment when this boy, Harold Whittles, hears for the very first time ever in his life. The doctor treating him has just placed an earpiece in his left ear.
I think photography (art and design too in fact), should be an act of spontaneity. I hate it when photographers go all talks on the technicality aspects of getting a good shot. It should be about capturing that specific moment that you don't want to let slip off your memory, and not be made into a mathematical equation in mechanical engineering before pushing the button that triggers your shutter.
This is the twenty seventh million blog entry dedicated to Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. I was raging and furiously cursing at the columnist from Straits Times Life section who ridiculously rate it a pathetic half a star. With just the fact alone that it stars the only woman in the world that has successfully made all the men in the world meet the same woman in their fantasies deserves seven out of five stars already. And with all the intense and convincingly realistic computer generated graphics and special effects, it's worth another twenty. Thus, my rating for the movie, a whopping 27 out of 5 stars.
Alright enough crapping, 4/5 stars.
It does get draggy at times, and some of the jokes were a little corny. The Decepticons didn't really get their revenge, there are several loop holes but this movie is still action packed and fun to watch, and it really sells Megan Fox to the max :) It's not the best movie but still worth the weekend ticket.
The release of Transformers is also a notification for me that half the year is gone. In the first half of the seemingly uneventful year, I...
had a nose surgery (it's really just to aid my breathing, really), got posted to a camp 25mins from home, turned 21, received my most expensive gift to date, went to Tokyo, made up my mind with what to do after I ORD, made some friends, lost some other friends, 4917 couples broke up, started playing the guitar, lost a handphone, and along with it a couple hundreds of contacts, learned some valuable lessons, cut my hair four/five times, Jing moved into my Dad's place too, mahjong became a source of my puny monthly income, Foursome (4x) became tighter, Jes came to my house eight/nine times, my room got more cluttered with posters and junks, there's a virus that started spreading and it's called H1N1, and Michael Jackson died.
There are some anticipations for the second half of the year, of which I'm not telling you yet. Okay actually I don't have much.
Some belated updates,
Can you spot the real zebra? (Clue: its wearing a pair of white shoes) 4x went to the zoo three weeks back..
My little cousin gave me my belated birthday present two weeks back.
Hey, I'm bored of my life. It seems worthless for now (look, this is what having a routine life do to me). Just getting pass living day to day is a waste of oxygen and time. I want to do something massive, something I wouldn't have dared to in the past. I want a breakthrough.
I can't really define what exactly. Maybe an act of impulse but not plain stupidity. Or something revolutionary, or inspiring to even ants. Something proud that I've done/attempted/achieved to tell my friends and future wife and kids.
What, what...?
...
I don't have any vice.
How can a guy have no vices? I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't sleep around, I don't do drugs. I do play small pranks, that's not counted right? And I play truant, in school and work, and I talk to my imaginary friends and belongings, which is not a vice too right? I'm really bored. If you see any arson case tomorrow on the papers it might be me. Alright I'm kidding.
You might have realised that this blog entry serves absolute zero purpose I'm just really bored tonight, and my bones and even the smallest veins running deep in my spine are itching for an adventure. Yes! I get it now, I'm feeling restless 'cus I'm experiencing the symptoms of travelopherea, it's a serious addiction, to traveling which is.
The only medication is air tickets, better when it's one way. And now I see my huge backpack, it's been fighting for my attention. It's sitting right on top of my cabinet with a R.I.P sign on it. Now I'm really starting to see a bright halo on my backpack. My camera is threatening me that it's going to blind itself because it has been seeing nothing interesting for months now. And my sneakers, the shoe laces are eating up and slowly digesting the soles with every single step I take.
Now I really need to jet to somewhere and do something, before I myself start to decompose, yea that's one of the deadly symptoms too. I gotta go, my limbs are telling me they're going to write a letter, and it's a goodbye letter, saying they're going to detach themselves from me to find a better owner who can take them overseas for some huge ass adventure they've been craving for. Now I feel my organs failing, my heart slowly putting itself to sleep, as a protest. I think this is really going to be the end of, me, my life as Kenneth Tan, a boy/man who has no vices but has a severe addiction to travelling.
Goodbye Grandma, Aunty and Dad, I love you. And Jing, I pull your tail every day but deep down I really love you too. Jovan, Leying, Da, Poo, Drea, Jes, Gajan, Naing, Arisya, Khay, Sitze, Derek, Lings, Nick, Adam, Paul, Selina, Rina, Dan, Megan Fox, Agyness Deyn, Marion Cotillard, Kate Beckinsale, my neighbour Totoro, and my pillow and my toothbrush, good bye. My dearest little cousin, I hope you get H1N1 so you can pass it to me and I can get long mc from work. But I guess it doesn't matter now, alright I hope you'll blossom into a hot chick but not with a bad attitude. Goodbye now.
Goodbye world.
**edited**
This is getting a little too serious, this entry was written out of boredom and I'm fine, really.. Committing suicide is not the breakthrough I'm talking about and I don't have any suicidal thoughts, not at all. I'm not emo, nor depressed.
This is an absolute all time favourite, really. I've never teared in a movie, but this one comes close, really close. Serious. Go check it out, GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES (火垂るの墓 Hotaru no Haka), released in 1988, and directed by Isao Takahata from Ghibli Studios. Please don't underestimate the power of this movie because it is an animation, I was brooding for a week after watching it. I watched the dvd again last weekend because I wanted to share it with my little cousin, she cried really badly.
This day one year ago was my last day in Paris! And I moved on to Amsterdam the next morning. It's already been one year, real fast. Despite how fast it is, many things happened within this one year. Great things, okay things, bad things, good things..
By the way, I lost my phone and all my contacts. Please don't be lazy as it will only take not more than a short 9 seconds to send me an sms with your name. Do it now!!!
Can't wait for this weekend, it's going to be awesome. If you don't have plans yet, go check out Grave of the Fireflies!
We've watched the last day of may come towards the end. May's been a bad month. June will be good, and then July will come.. I'm quitting socializing websites and msn for as long as I can. I've been having long distance runs before dinner and spending my time at night trying to be more musically inclined by picking up the guitar (I've finally bought a good one). Having this daily night routine helps. I do feel more fulfilled, and 'light' (Lol I sound like I'm on drugs). This time exactly one year ago I'm roaming in another continent. I'm waiting patiently for the day to come again where I can fill up my backpack and leave again for another adventure. I think sometimes each of us really get what we deserve, be it a place or situation that you're being thrown in, or even things, or people. There are bound to be lessons behind every single thing. Right down from the simplest thing that can happen in our everyday life, to life altering moments. There are things to learn from bad experience, and good ones. I met someone wise on my trip in Turkey and she taught me this which I still remember; Always learn from others' mistakes, cus it's too painful to learn from your own. The world isn't as unfair, really. You get some that others don't, and you don't get what others do, but it's up to all of us to share. Letting go of grudges marks great beginnings to come. I'll let go of mine, starting from within my family. I want to do it for my Dad, grandma and Auntie.
Met Gajan for a drink yesterday afternoon, and the 3/4 of foursome watched Taken in the absence of Jovan Peh Ching Hui, although he's back from Germany without getting quarantined. Shit. Taken is worth the weekend ticket.
After I've enlisted into national service, the calendar has become something I look at every now and then, reading, counting, and pondering. I never had the habit of keeping track of dates, but when you have an end to look forward to, counting down the dayS, weekS, and monthS becomes a daily ritual. The number today is 433 / 63 / 14.
Things are cool and cozy in my cave.. I feel like I'm back on my planet. I'm back to having night runs on certain days a week. My Dad's place is not a bad place to run. I decided to pick up guitar too, or maybe ukelele. I want to just try, have always wanted to be slightly more musically inclined and play something.
I still want to be backpacking across Europe and America when I'm 23, taking pictures, meeting people, experiencing different cultures, take more pictures, and hopefully be playing songs on my guitar and singing on my hotel balcony ...I'm getting too far, I'll probably be complained and thrown out of the hotel for being too horribly a noise pollutant right, Poo? I've got your latest (and yet another blue) postcard.
When we're young we have dreams, but as we grow older things become more realistic, and as we have more commitments, we lose the simplest meaning or purpose in living. I have the closest people around me working everyday, and all they do is work everyday. Right now I think nobody should be living a sad life like that, but perhaps when I have my own family, providing for them becomes the 'simplest meaning' and purpose of my existence. But I don't want to live only an ordinary life.
I still haven't gotten myself a vintage dutch bike, the mini tricycle from Muji, a guitar, and I'm thinking of getting Jingthebimbodog a plushie kennel as her home so she no longer have to hide below chairs, tables and my grandma's bed.
Here's proof that she's still alive and licking.
I'm obsessed with running. I ran 7km last night. and I'm still obsessed with Megan Joy. and I can't wait to see Megan Foxx in Transformers. Why are all Megans so hot. I'm infatuated with Marion Cotillard too. My daughter's name will start with M too (if my future wife agrees). You really have to watch Megan Joy doing Black Horse and the Cherry Tree, Put Your Records On, Rockin' Robin, and Walking After Midnight.
We celebrated Naing's 21st at my auntie's place three weeks back. The two on the left hand side were there in spirit.
I added a few links on the left column, including this one below. and I've posted Paris series on my livejournal after another long hiatus. Go check it out.
