thisguysplace is OFFICIALLY ONE YEAR OLD! check out the first entries here.
after the big postal mix-up, i finally got the Simon&Garfunkel Reunion disc set. The DVD and double disc set rawks! (thanks again jacq- want a copy?) and after listening to their music since i was in the womb, only now can i say i know which is simon and which is garfunkel. it'll make a cool father's day gift as well.
*** loads of new images are up at the imagery section. ***
i keep glancing at the calendar and i'm getting worked up just thinking about the summer term exams and how prepared i want to be this year. my list of project work keeps growing. small little nuisance projects, some of which don't even count.
enough work whinging, i'd been toying with the idea for a long time, and it wasn't an easy thing for me to do, but tonight, for the first time ever, i (close) shaved my head. i feel free. i feel purified. you might think it's just a superficial thing, but try it and it's far more spiritual than it seems, especially if you do it yourself (and get a little help from your faithful ecuadorian buddy).
my magic socks!
ok- so they're actually called toe socks, but i like to call this pair my magic socks :D it's too bloody cold these days, even in my flat, with the heater up, lil toe-sies need protection. it really is a good idea, once you get used to the kinkiness of it. (it really feels funny at first) but on the good side, it minimizes odours, and gives your feet a nice *loved* feeling. i have a multi coloured rainbow pair as well. will upload it once i build up the courage and i have to find them first too.
*edit- i've been kindly reminded to mention that these socks were a gift from kat :)
a couple of years ago when i was helping out with organising these kids' workshops, i "worked" with lots of kids. playing and teaching them simple stuff like craft and design and communication skills. i remember one little girl who was especially precocious. she had cute little glasses which made her look a little bit like Roald Dahl's Matilda. she was prolly around 6 - 8 years old. throughout her workshop we were trying to get her involved in the games and singing and she would try but she was soooo shy and quiet, but we all knew she was sporting and had a little cheekiness in her. by the end of the afternoon, she was prolly my favourite kid there. and i remember at the end of the day when the parents came to pick up their children, mostly mothers came. i was curious to see who were her parents and this tall, skinny, geeky looking guy comes along and hugs her and she sat beside him whispering to him about how her day had been and showing him the musical instruments she made. while the other kids were just boisterously greeting their parents and lapping up attention, this gangly looking father sat with his daughter quietly, telling each other things. that's when i knew- i want to have a daddy's girl as a daughter.
in the cold
if only every moment could be as warm as that picture. maybe its the freezing weather, maybe its the dreams, maybe its the sleep, the ache, the hunger, the emptiness, the failure, the good things happening everywhere else but here, -that's brewing this week's ration of self-pity. hope your week's been more meaningful than this.
man i'm missing home. i took a walk along the street i (now) live in after dinner to throw the rubbish out and it's oh so quiet (the streets, not the rubbish). the weather is slightly more bearable. t-shirt friendly almost spring-ish and it could be that these are the last 7 or so months i'll be here. despite my discontent, this is a pretty nice city.
back in the pollution, corruption, general ignorance and apathy of home, i'm comfortable. god knows why. then again, like in Garden State, home isn't really home anymore. i'm pretty sure i'll find homecoming not all it's shook up to be. it's all about growing up i suppose. at this point, the long run is too hazy to think about.
instead, i narrow my vision, sit at my desk, try to get as much work done as possible. in between i daydream of home and nights out driving or at a warung, gorging on the mamak man's latest delights.
oh and i finally spent the amazon gift voucher jacq gave me for my birthday - soon i'll be the proud owner of the Simon&Garfunkel 3Disc reunion album- rarr!
thisguysplace health tip of the month -
thanks for stopping by. you could've been somewhere else, but you're here. i'm saying all this just in case i die tomorrow and never get the chance to do this. yes, fatalism is still a key part of my personality sometimes. anyhoot. (i have a friend who says that- anyhoot) it's a pretty competitive blog scene. i'm grateful for every damn hit i get.
thisguysplace really isn't one of those blogs that are solely about soul searching, private entries. i've been there done that, and it's good to do, but being public and all blog-ho like, gets you more satisfaction. so half the time i do things simply for the attention. and the other half the time, i'm pretty much doing my own thing, whether you like it or not.
i could easily sign up with blogrolls like ricebowljournals (which i like alot) and hopefully get hits from all over the world, but i prefer being in (somewhat) control of who gets in here. and it makes me more comfortable, which should translate to making you more comfortable as well. fewer hits, but let's face it, like i said before, not like it helps me get shagged more often anyway.
thanks for all the comments and tags. some of the stuff you guys have come up with could make a sailor blush. every single one appreciated none-the-less. this blog's not been the most picturesque, it's pop-ups might have annoyed the shit out of some of you, (get a pop-up blocker dammit) and i've taken a hiatus or two, but you guys still come back. knowing me, without this kind of attention, this blog would've ended long ago. eventually this stuff will end, and we'll be years older, but might still remember that guy who once had a place. heh.
so, here's to you lot. if you want to talk back (and you damn well should say something back after such a mushy tribute) you know where to [go]
ThisGuy'sPlace's 2004 List
Rapper of the Year - Jay-Z
Diva/s of the year - Paris Hilton and Beyonce
Movie of the year - Eternal Sunshine of the
WTF moment of the year - the Bush
Bitch of the year - Mother Nature
Bachelor of the year - Liew Kong Qian amazingly got away from numerous set-ups, courtship attempts, fairy god-brother interventions and left London holding on to his virginity like a fat kid and his last slice of chocolate cake. What will 2005 bring ?
Linked site of the year - eatingchaos.com
10 reasons why i'm not ready to jump yet
surely this isn't the most complete or exotic list of food around? where's escargot, lasagna and dodol ?
list of 50 things to eat before you die.
sarah mclachlan's world on fire
thisguysplace is endorsing this webvideo. [ click ] to find out why. (eatingchaos.com found this first)
customary new year entry
reading tons of other blogs and i'd like to jump on the bandwagon. no i won't be making a list of my new year resolutions, simply because i didn't make any. i've been resolving to be better since summer and resolving all over again's not gonna make things different. instead, here's my list of good things in 04. (in [dubious] chronological order)
# johnmayer concert
oh, and because i love spoiling thisguysplace
visitors, right-click [ here ] and "save
target as" to download a 2005 wall calendar (you can customize it anyway
last man standing
standing amidst the rubble he looked displaced. not quite lost, just as though he did not belong anywhere at all. i saw him on the news. disheveled and he had a weird look on his face. the narrator said he was the last man left in his village. the tsunami had obliterated everything and the few survivors out of the thousands that were washed away had fled to the highlands. all except this one man who had lost everything and everyone he had ever known.
yet he wasn't in tears. he didnt have that hopeless look on his face that other victims of the tsunami had. i'm not sure why i watched the human interest segment last night and remember it still. maybe i'm fascinated with the way this man seemed so free after losing everything. the narrator said that this man did not care about the water rising again. he stayed on while everyone fled to look for his family's bodies. finding nothing but rubble, the segment ended with a shot of him walking alone down a devastated road/highway.
it was like the closing scene in cast away where the protagonist walks off to a completely uncertain future.
there's something really amazing in all of us. i think not enough of us realise it, but we're capable of withstanding more pain than we think. buddhists have long taught us that life and suffering go hand in hand. only by experiencing great loss, can we begin to appreciate life.
these past few days, we've seen so much loss. for once, there's no need to blame and argue. instead, everyone's coming together to help rebuild and salvage. it's one of the most comforting things to witness. perhaps, despite the wars, despite the indifference and ignorance in the world, we truly are becoming better people.
the tragic truth behind new year's day
...is the fact that, despite the numbers on the chart changing, everything ever really stays the same. no fresh starts for anyone. unless you've earned it, or deserved it by some divine blessing, you're pretty much stuck where you are.
new year's eve was more or less a repeat of last year's swim in a sea of people. except this year, the ocean of revellers seemed a whole lot bigger and i was pretty pooped out after the cooking session earlier that evening.
perched on a flimsy "balcony" in the middle of westminster, with two very drunk, rambling girls, ck, hy and her boy, we sat and watched the firework smoke clear. no new year's kiss, no poignant revelations, nothing much to show for all the bright lights and thunderclap explosions.
i had been planning to start a complete makeover of this site or maybe rearranging the furniture in my room. but i couldn't think of a good enough reason to go through the whole painstaking process. somehow, maybe superficial changes might mask the fact that nothing's really new afterall, but the changes i really need right now, involve a whole lot more effort and fate than a countdown and fireworks.
in any case, here's a toast to 2004. like a kiss with a hot chick with bad breath, i'm grateful for what i got, but it was unpleasant to say the least and i'm f*cking glad to get it over with.
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