Right now, I have close to twenty people in my house filming for a Malay TV series about the Chinese New Year tradition. My brother has this friend that works for this production house and they are currently producing a cultural series or something (actually, I'm not quite sure, pretty nonchalant about this so well, whatever). Bright lights, ( Read more... )

How strange, how strange, How Strange ( Read more... )

There were many times where all that I wanted was for the sky to fall... and for my heart to stop beating.

For the longest time, as I wake up in the mornings feeling sleepy, I have imagined committing suicide by stabbing myself in the chest with a samurai sword. I've checked with some close friends and they said that it won't be an instant death for anyone who stabs himself across the chest. That'll be too agonizing, knowing that one is about to enter ( Read more... )

The club stood behind a row of rundown shop houses in an isolated street off Maple Road.  "Kaos", with its dazzling bright and catchy neon lights, added a seductive air of mesmeric beauty against the grubbiness of the lusterless street. A man, leaning languidly against the wall of the club entrance, looked at his watch from time to time. Clad in a ( Read more... )

i feel sad for him.

What am I doing here? Where do I go from here? I think these are questions people ask themselves all the time. These are questions we ask ourselves everyday, but only a handful actually do figure out the answers to them. I do not have clear answers to these questions thats for sure. A foggy haze masks my future, as I ponder where I should tread  ( Read more... )

Rest in Peace, Wayne Thunder. I do not know you personally and never had the chance to speak to you, but from what I've heard from one of your closest friend, Brandon, you were a passionate man who did all you could to improve and promote music created by your fellow musicians here. You gave a 100 percent and more . Salut!

I would never want to lose ( Read more... )

Against the fragility of life, especially when you realise that your loved ones have to deal with the pain and suffering of possibly incurable illnesses, one should just lead a dignified life. I do not think it is nice for any person to smoke incessantly, without any sense of awkwardness, in front of a cancer patient who is unwillingly going ( Read more... )

Why do I still feel like I don't belong here?
Is it just a matter of mind over body? Or does the world not enjoy my presence? or perhaps it does not see me as a key ingredient for it to create a sense of identity or a sense of being? What is in "the world"? Is "the world", "MY world"?

im feeling kind of blue today.

maybe its just Spiderman.