the analogy

you will never understand the full meaning of the word 'miss'. it doesn't mean that when you have been distanced from that particular thing, for example food, you have missed that item. it's only convenient for you to say that in a response to your mental being, just in order to keep yourself going whenever you feel like you 'miss' that thing, whatever it is.

take for example you, a foreigner living in an unknown land who has been obviously distanced from your local cuisin due to various reasons which includes the availability and price of the item. then suddenly with modern technology you were given a plate of local cuisine; its aroma mixed with the taste brings about a sudden bout of euphoria within. you slowly pick up your cutlery set and begin the savoring adventure. at the first touch to your lips, you feel the familiar warm sensation and as it kisses your tongue, your taste buds have been awoken to a loc al calling. with every subsequent bite you take you enjoy and savour every moment, even if the entire process takes minutes or hours, every moment just seems endless and forever at that instant. very soon that plate of local cuisine is finished, every scrap and morsel licked up and cleaned. you have enjoyed the meal.

but yet somehow you feel a sense of nostalgia. in fact, nostalgia is a word that is simply too simplistic in its sense and is not inclusive enough. you sit there, rooted, disappointed, and unable to enjoy that familiar sensation anymore, but yet deep within your soul has been satisfied. it's not like you would want to rush back to your native land just because of one dish but it's this 'miss' that makes you linger on; wanting only more. however you have done all to savour the moment, but a time will come where everything will end. finish; stop. the feeling ends there, but the memory lives on.

i'm just glad that i'm the one who savoured the food,

and not being the food itself.

the army half marathon took place this morning and i'm rather sure all of my army mates would have ran the distances made available. i will never run the 21km distance; then again maybe i would- in a million instalments. IF i were still home, i'd have at least ran the 10km; after all my unit did train us.

then again, who cares?

i'm not home yet.

victoria chorale's In Song concert is on tonight. guess they should be at the end of the first half by now i suppose. wishing them all the best in remembering their words and everything on the score (huh, marie?). they should be fine, real fine tonight i hope. i wish i'm right. i think i'll be right. i miss singing in a choir- with all your best mates round you singing in unison, wow.

RAWR: basically,

i miss vjchoir :)

just a short snippet of the conversation paul and i had in the lift at the grand hyatt taipei; we were going down to the basement carpark from the main lobby at the first level.

(notice no one else talks in the lift)

darren: is it b1 or b2?

paul: is it b1 or b2?

darren: b1 or b2?

paul: b1 or b2?

BOTH: b2.

Lift stops at b1,

an adult couple walks out.

Just when the doors are about to close,

they said-

husband: is it b1 or b2?

wife: i don't know.

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Doors Closes.
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why do adults have to act as if they know everything?

i had:

one packet of dumplings

one packet of chocolate eclairs

one small tub of yogurt,

and if i do get FAT

- it's all thanks to 7-11

typhoon has hit us already this morning and from what i saw it wasn't exactly a preety sight. this was of course all thanks to the nincimpoop duty officer who had not the slightest idea how to use the fax machine here, this occurring still even though he's been here for one of the longest times. so after doing all that i needed to do, or rather doing all that he was Supposed to do, i popped my head out of the reception room and could feel the immense weight blowing right smack into my cheeks.

my chubby little cheeks.

haha, i cannot believe i'm actually going to put that up. but whatever it is, the fact is that the wind produced by the typhoon was uber strong. this took place at around 0800h. by the way singapore and taiwan are within the same time zones so don't bother me by asking what time is it in singapore when i experienced all that.

-hmph.

really really strong winds there were, but as usual, sleep is of utmost importance and thus i shut the doors and went back to bed. throughout part two of my sleep episode, i could distinctly hear the doors and metal shutters banging away. that obviously caused me to rustle in sleep but as i said sleep is of utmost importance. finally woke up at around noon just in time for lunch and i guess by then the typhoon has already gone by, not much of a strong wind and rain as i walked over to the cookhouse for my meals. slight drizzling and that was all.

all to the aftermath,

that is.

the reality of the true strength of the wind only dawned upon me way a few hours after lunch where i walked over to the basketball court cum carpark where i conveniently found the basketball hoop stand nicely fallen to the ground at the other end of the park. it moved horizontally across the park hit the kerb and then well, fell over. this stand i'm referring to is the basketball metal stand with wheels that you see in school, i think. haha. but imagine that. just moved across the park by its own, all thanks to typhoon sepat.

now i still cannot go out

and it's once again,

ALL THANKS TO SEPAT.

yet another typhoon's approaching our way, and yes the skies are getting darker. actually from what i saw this evening the clouds turned a dirty mellow yellow basked in the setting sun. i was just wondering, maybe the sky isn't turning darker/ maybe instead of water evaporating, something else, that's dirty yellow in colour and bodily probably, could be taking its place.

well it was worth a guess,

wasn't it?

but yes, nonetheless a typhoon is coming our way and apparently the forecasters have all unified and proclaimed the intensity of this approaching one as one that is probably disastrous. how much that is true, well we have to wait and see won't we?

mother nature and

her guessing games

can be really deadly.

even if it doesn't stir the winds here, its presence has already been felt in the office. welcome to typhoon-struck office: where all plans have been postponed causing frantic fingers to start dialling long stretches of numbers. current casualty numbers given by officials have been given to be nought; however there has been a sudden surge in stress levels in all affected personnel.

darling, give me a break.

get me a kit-kat,

NOW.

it's an odd day

can't really say much about it.
it's just odd.

all this stemmed from

a failed pictorial insertion.

as such, i went blogskin hunting and found myself a decent looking, not to mention bright, orange-clad skin for my blog. only to be dismayed by my deep sentiments i had for my current old black. somehow or rather i still like how the white stands out from the black and how it all remains to be that stark.

a good representation of

the facts of life.

so then i decided against changing it and instead added on a new archive segment so that i can always refer back to my lovely typography of white against black. oh please, don't give me that look. if you know me as a bloggerman i just refuse to type in an entry that shouts out to the world about my mundane life, nonono absolutely not. i just refuse to. so what you see up here are just several facets of my life that i wish to put up for display to the rest of the cyber-community for whatever they purpose they read or use it for, i'm not at all concerned.

my blog is me.

HA, and that's that.

harry and dean

swarms of images flew past me

amidst the darkness surrounding.

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a voice,

yes i heard one.

one that caused the air to turn still

as the two figures moved silently

inside.

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one more appeared

and the other vanished,

the secrets of the departed

left together with him;

unknown till the very end.

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what seemed as two

soon became a different two

as the settings changed to a beautiful hall

filled with chandeliers and polished floors.

hand, warm against the cold skin

it was hard not to foresee

where this road will lead.

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i have lost,

given up all hopes

in the bid of not losing one

and gaining the other.

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oh,

the overwhelming darkness

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bright lights filled my senses

and i got down on my knees

praying that whatever i saw

will never happen,

never ever happen.

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spare me this agony,

i pray.

SAI LA

i'm currently down with the virus that apparently has infected quite a number of people. AM TERRIBLY SORRY TO THE PEOPLE I HAVE INFECTED, IT REALLY WASN'T INTENTIONAL. i mean if you know anything about trojan viruses and its equivalent, you would know how quick it can pass on and cause that widespread damage.

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screw it.

trying so hard to find a cure and the fact that i'm thousands of miles away from the land which speaks predominantly english- i do mean singapore not the states or anywhere else, doesn't really help in saving me the trouble of finding the cure online.

RAR,

i really really need to scream. this laptop is like the only personal thing that i can use to get myself attached to the rest of the world and now this. i need a miracle. a technical miracle. but first let me scream.

please lend me your ears.

"so then i thought, i'd like you to have something to remember my by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you're doing whatever you're doing."

'i think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.'

'there's the silver lining i've been looking for,' she whispered,

and then she kissed him

as she had never kissed him before...

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paragraphs taken from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
copyright, thanks jk.

guessing the parade back home should have ended by now already and i'm still here overseas serving my country nonetheless. it's odd really to know that your country is celebrating her independance and all that load of history and here you are overseas, still retaining your singaporean identity, but not participating in this year's national day parade. the epitome of our pride and public display of our loyalty to this nation. interesting isn't it don't you think?

i mean, you wouldn't know
i'm more like telling you this.

i can understand how our locals based overseas feel especially during these periods which call for national unity. i mean it's not like we don't want to get involved in the celebrations but it's more like we don't see the need to. the need to get all hyped up for a celebration that's taking place thousands of kilometres away from where we are. maybe that's something the people up there can look into. well it's just my two cents worth.

take it or leave it.

went to zhongli night market just now, and yes i'm at 7-11 now AGAIN, and got myself a nice pair of puma shoes. buying things here now becomes more of a necessity rather than an action of leisure. so that should justify the shoes purchase, i think. "in a bid to say i'm right about this" but more importantly at the night market we ate quite a bit and one of the dishes we had was this claypot rice sort of dish, we call it yao mei fan back home but they just call it 油饭 here. what was distinct about this was it's close smell and taste resemblance to what my grandma used to cook for us when i was just a small boy. it brought back a lot of sweet memories of yesterday flooding back to mind.

that was all in the past.

so was my version of harry and cho.

i'm guessing at this time right now back home in singapore, those stay-in army personnel would be heading home, less those on guard duty (those poor things). i, on the other hand, am at my regular net-surfing domain: 7-11. considering that there is no work for the next four days, all thanks to the national day holiday declared here as well as a whole-camp-forced-to-take-off on friday, so basically we have a really really long weekend to enjoy. and if not for my guard duty on saturday, i'd have already left for taipei and stayed out.

now, that's what i mean by stay out

you simplistic people back home.

we're actually bracing ourselves for yet another typhoon. i'm wondering whether the media back home actually mentioned the last one in the local news considering the fact that there were no deaths, thankfully; but the last one missed us, us referring to my camp here. we're all rather sure it hit at least one camp down south after all the extensive news coverage on this recent typhoon. without saying, the next one is also generating a lot of attention in the media. to 'update' you about the latest news, the typhoon is heading towards us right now at this instant and was formed just east of the philippines. current projections indicate a direct hit here, but we'd have to wait and see for that. you know how these natural things can have a sudden twist to its path, literally.

nevertheless, i'm anticipating hard winds in my face soon.

you know about this typhoon thing, a part of me want it to hit here and no, i'm not being sadistic and neither am i some nonsensical clown who derives joy from seeing people fly away in the wind. gone with the wind, they call it. and yet another part of me don't want it to come. the former because i want to experience this typhoon phenomenon which doesn't as you'd have realised occur very frequently or for that matter, not even once, in singapore. exhilirating ride- yippeee. and the latter feeling simply due to the unknown circumstances, the wrath that mother nature can bring forth to this land.

alas, i have chosen.

exhilirating ride that is.

Candidates are to report at the cookhouse 10 minutes before the start of the examination.

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Candidates from the administrative department are reminded to bring their pens as it is part of the standard conduct for all clerical staff; other candidates can remain oblivious to this ruling.

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Candidates are to be properly attired in their uniform, whatever that is.

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Candidates should turn over the question booklet only as soon as they receive it, regardless of the time they do so.

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Candidates are reminded that this is after all an official examination and as such, all discussions and cheating are allowed even if they are caught by the examiner.

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Candidates should remember to check their answers with their buddies before submission of their papers, after all what are buddies for?

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whatever those rules are,

i passed the test.

on other news, a typhoon is coming

and it about to hit us tonight

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for these two matters, one word i must say:

YAY.

pariah la.

went to this internet cafe to surf net there after a filling lunch comprising of steak and crab-burgers, thinking i'd spend the entire afternoon there chatting on msn. alas, it failed me. tried to get on for the longest time, an hour or so to be exact and all the computer could tell me was that my default gateway was offline. PARIAH LA. how can my defaukt gateway be offline when i have not meddled with any of the internet connections or done anything to it since i went online two days ago? feeling cheated by technology i decided to go to my old trusted friend 7-11 to surf.

so here i am.

i just need to get that off my chest.

two words for QK internet cafe:

PARIAH LA.

我猜对了，

你仍然还在幻想中。

当我跟你讲话时，你能不能够了解我现在的感受？

但遗憾的是因为我们的路从当时以再也没有什么共同点，

我是无法把心事让您知道，更何况了解他。

其实你还当我的朋友，我已够满足了。

到了这个时候，我根本无法陶太多。

你到底要我们有个同志感，

还是要把我们给分开？

我到这个时候还是搞不清。

things don't just come and go you know
they hit you in the face and
expect you to face up to reality;
thing is, they just choose to remain
in that small corner of your mind,
visible solely to the eyes
of your wildest imagination.

that is the source of all questions
whose answers i do not seek