now playing: artful dodger - moving too fast


the mistress called freedom
Saturday, May 29, 2004. 02:19 a.m.

he would have been free from the throes of gargantuan obligations.
he would have been a free man, with a rod of bliss and a cape of confidence to guide his path.
this was her promise when she offered herself, his mistress of freedom.

the sun shone above him
the first rays of spring
a chilly wind blew about him
the air was filled with a glorious hum
everything around him glowed with serenity.
the path he walked on was paved in gold
it led him along a lucid creek
deers grazed in contentment

but where had she gone to? this goddess they call 'freedom'?
he had been lulled and desired under the endless stars,
but by dawn, she had taken with her his pride and confidence and fled,
to go prostituting herself to men who haven't been taught diligence and wisdom.

the music stopped
a jungle of horrors now laid bare
the facade of bliss stripped away
and the path, now just trampled dirt
winded its way into nothingness

the pain he'd endured for her, the tears he'd bled for her; it had all been in vain.
he had been living a blatent lie. and now, all he's left with is fear and uncertainty.
and he fell to his knees and wept.

song playing natalie imbruglia - identify


time marches on never ending
Thursday, May 27, 2004. 05:03 a.m.

time marches on never ending,
time keeps its own time,
here we stand at beginning,
and then goes passing us by,

and i, i can dream for us all,
i hope i'm in a better state,
when here and now crumbles and falls

and you, you who make worlds collide
i knew you'd come knocking one day,
unannounced like a thief in the night.

where do we go from here,
time ain't nothing but time,
i now have no fear of my fears
and no more tears to cry,

tomorrow, tomorrow means nothing at all
if we don't hear the line,
when today places its call,

and morning, morning won't ever be the same,
now I won't make the same mistakes, time and time again.


kings of tomorrow


it comes to a standstill
Wednesday, May 26, 2004. 12:36 a.m.

oh fart.

things are not going as good as i would like them to be. firstly i can't seem to find a proper temp job. i've tried being a tuition agency coordinator but i suck at advertising. that's 14 bucks for stupid materials and another 14 for printing adverts down the stupid drain. so thats out. fortunately, i'm still shortlisted for an expo job some time in june and can only hope i land that job (fingers crossed). other then that i'm pretty much penniless and without a job now, so that's not very good. soon, too, i'd be without a steady income but then that's 'cause i'll be ord-ing. that's quite a hefty price for freedom. sigh.

of course, it doesnt help that while i'm penning my frustrations, kenneth is asking me whether i have 80s & 90s love ballads mp3s?! *shivers*

so the question remains: whatodo? (in a hybrid retard-indian slang and a little head wiggle) i've been spending days at home taking my mind off this quite-too-real reality by playing phantasy star and beating the crap out of dark force and ruining motherbrain's neon multi-coloured algo dress. oh gosh.

now playing: sarah mclachlan - angel


a blast of a barbeque
Monday, May 24, 2004. 01:06 a.m.

just got back from the barbeque at east coast and boy did i have a whale of a time. from mastering the art of barbequing cheese mushrooms, to giving zahdan an atomic wedgie. not alot of the 23rd batch turned up though, but among those that did include: zah, sholehin & gf, gordon & bel, zul, yanto & gf, az & gf, ahmad, gab, fan, james, mateen, ben, alvin and a couple others (a mostly mud affair, don't get me wrong - im not racist). as enlightening as i try to be, they will not listen to my brand of music - tiësto - but insist on listening to 'pop rock & rnb' (can you believe choosing the slut spears instead of him?!).

and now, thanks to maz (sholehin's gf), i am a sworn believer of mushrooms at barbeques. unheard of and greatly underestimated. of course, just dont barbeque it with teriyaki and honey. together. it tastes strangly like sweet bread. gobs of butter and even bigger gobs of cheese on them 'shrooms over a foil. mmm.. reminiscent bk's mushroom swiss.. mm...

so it all came to an end, when i realised i hadn't the moolah to stay the night and my last tour-around-singapore bus 76 was leaving. i had to say bye and here i am now.

song playing: vitamin c - graduation

from different walks of life, fused together by national slavery, now preparing to embark onto the next phase of our separate lives. it certainly was an experience worth having. in 2 weeks i will be reunited with my pink plastic card, and it will reek of freedom i swear. speaking of which, my blasted csm planned me a cos duty yesterday can you fucking believe that? though not the point, i just had to bitch. anyways as i was trudged my way into camp, i met up with sholehin, walking in just the opposite direction. what was he there for? collect ic. what was i there for? do duty. same batch, same coy. how blasted is that! ahhhhh!

"you're in my hole!" - zahdan, as i was attempting to give him a wedgie the second time round. needless to say, i was completely taken aback.

song playing: tiësto - motocycle - as the rush comes


food for thought
Thursday, May 20, 2004. 01:27 a.m.

went for joel's pre-birthday post-luxurious-dinner dinner at marina south. i wonder why he decided on another birthday dinner (that makes 2) before his birthday. anyways, happy birthday. now you're 21. go out and lay claim to the world!

i go for my first motorbike practical tomorrow morning. after all the confidence i had asserted in wanting to get my motorbike, i am now having doubts as to whether i will actually want it. apparently 40% of all fatal road accidents comprise motorbikers, and that isn't a really pretty figure. well, no sense in jumping ship. i guess it's a passing jitter i'm feeling -- to be actually accountable for one's actions and being responsible.

i finally got down to doing my résumé today after much help from jane (thanks!!). of course, still, without much qualification it really isnt a very impressive summary. i can only hope to bedazzle them with all the crap i can artfully muster onto that piece of paper. sigh. it's going to be a tough upcoming 3 years and i already have a backache..

i bought a book about a week ago, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, with a rather sinister picture of a dog stabbed with a pitchfork on it's back in apparent unconsciousness. it still lay on my table, a silk-lined couch for tired dust. i have to read it sometime soon.

sholehin and zahdan are planning a pre-ORD barbeque this saturday for us 23rd batch specs. so he cordially invited me.. to be the entertainment IC. it isn't really hard to see could entertain a whole bunch of horny guys. but i'm sure as hell not going to get a pie. time to stimulate my brains.

song playing: martina topley-bird - anything


and achilles slew a thousand man within the night
Wednesday, May 19, 2004. 07:12 a.m.

goddamnit! i am so fucking proud of myself! i rebuilt this whole site from scratch without any template and managed to achieve this! i had to html knowledge prior to the 15th of may since i started blogging. hah! anyway, if you think theres things to improve on (like getting ANOTHER tag board, for instance........) please feel free (don't be) to tell me. ok i zombied myself for this and so i gotta go.

song playing: martin l. gore - candy says


crimson and jaded
Wednesday, May 19, 2004. 02:12 a.m.

please excuse those lovely colours i have on my blog currently. i'm still hard at work figuring out exactly how to partition my page and just what the hell all those codes, width, height, columns and rows thing work. it's driving me to colourful lunacy.

on a side note, with much eager anticipation i went to watch the much acclaimed 'troy' with ron and jane at lido. certainly one would have presumed that a film of such grandeur in it's making, its gargantuan budget and heart-throbbing cast would be recipe for certain success. well, don't get your hopes too high up, it is a film that bears watching only because of brat pitt. i wouldn't go into a detailed critique as it is pretty late and i cannot think straight with all these stupid colours and numbers swirling in my head (and with the audacity to flash it's bumcheeks in my face too!!) but i can say: great balls o'fire!

song playing: röyksopp - remind me


seek and ye shall find
Tuesday, May 18, 2004. 01:04 a.m.

lo, and behold! from the heavens decended an angel, and her name was melaniea. She shone with a dazzling light of innate knowledge. as would a mere ignorant mortal, laid i myself prostrate before her. she lifted me to my feet and doth sayeth, "aiyah! i will help you with your blog la. veli easi one. danny ah, to make thumbnails ah, all you gotta do is....and hor... and then ah... ya.. so ah..," on and on spoke her, and harken doth i. oh blessed immortal, i have been humbled and i doth received immensely!

so here, my updated blog. not utterly grand, but simplicity is all i seek, it is after all a blog. and for it's purpose i shall use it. just like all the handphones all these companies are producing. for all you know, they'll be fitted with everything soon enough, save the kitchen sink. but that's not my contendment, at least, for now.

on to something very different, after a long cleansing period of abstaining from the devious vice commonly known as 'counterstrike', i succumbed to ron (without even a shred of annoyance) and promptly delivered my ass to e-games where i sinfully indulged myself in some fingers-in-fits-and-eye-glazing for a good two hours. rusty, but still top-fragger capable. those useless morons.

other then dabbling in mind-&-ass-numbing pursuits, i went for my riding evaluation theory test today, and without much revision, scored a 46/50. yay. my tp riding theory test will be in a months time (damn it).. so i'll just intermittenly go for circuit practicals in between. then i'll be getting my own ride HAH! that is, if i'm able to find work to pay off the instalments *grumble*

courage is the resistance and mastery of fear, not the absence of it. - erm.. someone

song playing: james horner (braveheart) - for the love of a princess


fleeting thoughts
Monday, May 17, 2004. 01:00 a.m.

kenneth was online some time today and first thing, he sent a file to me. a bloody sega genesis emu, complete with a whole host of classics -- golden axe, street of rage, phantasy star, gunstar heroes, herzog (the best!), shinobi and supervolleyball, to name a few.

needless to say, i spent the whole day tripping down memory lane. until my monitor had the gall to fade out on me! thank god i still have a workable one out in the balcony on the other computer. my dad will not be happy.

i'd add pictures but i don't know how to make thumbnails or make nice borders and shit like that. so if you know, please help. :)

song playing: mekon - please stay (röyksopp remix)


sunday, lovely sunday
Sunday, May 16, 2004. 03:59 p.m.

dusky sunday afternoon
a wisp of melancholic nostalgia is floating about
and the seeming slumber that have overtaken the city
reflects in my eyes
the grasscutters labour on amidst the drowsiness
time crawls to almost a stop
if not for the occasional breeze
the wind chimes are tinkling
and the soothing vocals of norah jones
ah, sunday. lovely sunday
i can't wait for monday to come

song playing: norah jones - shoot the moon


the da vinci code
Sunday, May 16, 2004. 04:09 a.m.

i can't sleep yet, i have a burden to unload. so i shall tell you a story.

i received a call one day from the land down under. it was my brother.

"dan? have you heard of the da vinci code? me and rachel are so into it! you have to check it out."

my brother seemed genuinely fascinated, and this fascination seemed to gotten into me through the telephone faster then any broadband connection. the next day, i went down to kino and got myself a copy. i had to see what drove his fascination, and what all the hype revolving around this bestseller was about.

i read it, and i was fascinated. this thriller was absolutely enthralling. in fact, of all the countless books that i had read, none had me more drawn in nor sympathising with these fictitious characters -- robert's amazing ingenuity, sophie's heart-rending pain and silas' resoluteness, among others. Despite its astounding claims, brown has the ability to weave such an intelligent, intricate story so infused with quick paced thrillers and twists. i am definitely a fan.

so just what is this story that has such baiting prowess? read it and you'll understand. ;)

of course, seeing as how i have my interest so intensely aroused, i might perhaps jot down a scribble of thought here and there, in the entries to follow. so .. ya.

song playing: u2 - one


lift me up
Sunday, May 16, 2004. 02:36 a.m.

ferry corsten was spinning at zouk tonight. i dare say it was quite a thrilling gig, watered down by only the fact that i've been spoilt by tiësto's seamless blending of tracks and totally uplifting experience. (UP in KL, no less)

met many familiar faces from my past today. alvin, queuing up the bitch of a line at chinablack. then shudy and azhar with girlfriends chillin' out at fep's stone tables while mel, ron and me grabbed a royal choc cake and caramel coffee jelly thingy at starbucks. then at zouk - colin, jason james, gilbert, melvin, serene, daryl.. cute as ever, and going to the land down under in june.. and gordon. surprise surprise. bartending at zouk and at indochine. who would've guessed?

been a long night - haven't been clubbing as of late and my body is protesting. i need a rest.

song playing: blue states - season song


and noah saw a beautiful rainbow
Saturday, May 15, 2004. 04:18 p.m.

screw the archives. i'll just make it run like a scroll.

here i am now, in the midst of all my physical and mental transitions, sitting here and baring my soul to infinite anonymity. i've barely a month left till i gracefully scurry out into the civilised world (aka ORD), and to restart school in a polytechnic again, get my drivers' license and find work. i'm 22.

always the under-achiever, arn't i? i've been known to make silly mistakes and i can only wallow in self-pity or pick up where i left off the race. i choose the latter. so to inaugurate this heart a-beating and eye a-crying moment, i present to you, *drumroll*, this blog in all its alliterating glory.


on the second day
Saturday, May 15, 2004. 03:08 p.m.

got the guestbook up but not running, done a little editing here and there. this thing is giving me a bad backache and i'm feeling sleeping. and i've got stupid entries in my archive i don't know how to erase. i hate html.


and in the beginning
Saturday, May 15, 2004. 02:41 p.m.

after much deliberating, contemplating, procrastinating and what have you, i finally decided to set up my blog - paranoia on the precipice in pajamas: danny and his galloping bradwursts. so anyways, welcome to my blog -- this is my first attempt at anything like this, and my first attempt at customising html.