Homicivan ē Pensive

Random pics

2009-06-17T10:40:00.010+08:00

Took my wheels out for a spin; a few snapshots of our city.

From a WW1 memorial

A Macaque

String of pigeons

The flower of the Canonball Tree

My ride

Kallang Basin by dusk

Constructing the IR in Sentosa

The landscaping in Sentosa isn't half bad

Car lights and city lights

Marina Bay by night

2009-03-17T13:07:00.003+08:00

How Evil Are You?

Hmm...I'm not sure how it happened, but it seems my evil rating increased by 16% since I last took this 3 years ago.

A very interesting conversation?

2009-03-17T10:03:00.004+08:00

There is this email that has been going around for god knows (no, actually he doesn't) how long, and I thought I would deviate from my usual indifference and write a response to it, only because it irritates me so much how people buy into anything they read, especially when a figure of authority is quoted, or in this case, libeled.

This is the email that's been going around:

A VERY INTERESTING CONVERSATION

An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the
Problem Science has
with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his New Christian Students to
stand and . . .

Professor : You are Christian, aren't you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor : So, you Believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD Good ?
Student : Sure.
Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD
to Heal him.
Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill.
But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent )

Professor : You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, Young
Fella.
Is GOD Good?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Is Satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor : Where does Satan come from ?
Student : From . . . GOD . . .
Professor : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make
everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor : So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer)

Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?
All these terrible things exist in the World, don't
they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor : So, who Created them ?

(Student had no answer)

Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and
Observe the World around you.
Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your
GOD?
Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that
matter?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,
Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to
that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.
Professor : Yes, Faith. And that is the Problem Science has.

Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?
Professor : Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?
Professor : Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn't.

(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )

Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat,
Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,
a Little Heat or No Heat.
But we don't have anything called Cold.
We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but
we can't go any further after that.
There is no such thing as Cold.
Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of
Heat.
We cannot Measure Cold.
Heat is Energy.
Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence
of it.

(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )

Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as
Darkness?
Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?
Student : You're wrong again, sir.
Darkness is the Absence of Something
You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light,
Flashing Light . . .
But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing
and it's called Darkness, isn't it?
In reality, Darkness isn't.
If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness
Darker, wouldn't you?
Professor : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.
Professor : Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.
You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good
GOD and a Bad GOD.
You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite,
something we can measure.
Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.
It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never
seen, much less fully understood either one.
To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant
of the fact that
Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.
Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of
it.
Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that
they evolved from a Monkey?
Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process,
yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where
the Argument was going )

Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution
at work and
Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going
Endeavour,
Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?
Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?

(The Class was in Uproar )

Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the
Professor's Brain?

(The Class broke out into Laughter )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's
Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . .
No one appears to have done so.
So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical,
Stable, Demonstrable Protocol,
Science says that You have No Brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your
Lectures, sir?

(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face
unfathomable)

Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.
Student : That is it sir . . . Exactly !
The Link between Man & GOD is FAITH.
That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.

NB:

I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so . . .
You'll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the same . . .
won't you?
Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . . or FAITH.
That student was Albert Einstein!

And here is my response:

A very interesting conversation? Perhaps, to the naive.

Regarding heat and cold, yes, cold is simply the absense of heat and darkness is simply the absense of light, evil is the absense of good etc etc, but how does that explain a omnipotent, omniscient deity? The only thing the student proved is that the professor cannot prove the non-existance of God. But when something extraordinary (i.e God) is claimed, it must be backed up with extraordinary evidence. The burden of evidence does not fall on the unbeliever, it falls on the believer. I can say that an Invisible Pink Unicorn exists and it watches over all our lives. It is good and evil things happen because the Unicorn has allowed it. I can say that you cannot disprove my unicorn, therefore it is true. In fact, the Unicorn (blessed be her holy hooves) even has Her own website. Of course she exists. But this is wrong. Again, I must prove it exists to convince you. The burden of empirical proof falls on the asserter of the claim.

Secondly, the purported argument against evolution is based on a false and/or deceptive premise. Biological evolution is scientifically proven. There is micro-evolution (small changes and adaptations to species) which is immediately observable, tested and documented and macro-evolution (change of species), which is micro-evolution over a long period of time. Christians, or people is general, have a common misunderstanding that human beings have evolved from monkeys. This is not true. Rather, human beings and modern apes have evolved from the same ancestors. This is why modern apes and human beings share much of the same DNA.

Thirdly, the argument about being able to see/feel/hear the professor's brain is simply childish and again, based on a false premise. Scientific evidence does not reply solely on crude human sensory perception. You can cut open the professor's head and find the brain. You can perform a brain scan and see an image of the brain. Can you cut open the clouds and find God?

Lastly, what makes the student so sure that his God is real? For ANY claims ANY one can make about their God, someone from a different religion can assert the exact same thing, only using a different name. Muslims say Allah is real. We can't prove them wrong. The ancient greeks say Zeus is real, we can't prove them wrong. I say the Invisible Pink Unicorn is real, and you can't prove me wrong either, but does it mean that since you can't prove me wrong you must believe what I say is true? And quoting bible verses as proof of what the bible asserts is not proof. This is circular reasoning. Or, you can base your argument on anecdotal evidence, and say that you know your God is true because you feel him in your heart, have seen him do miracles in your life, can hear him speak to you, move your emotions etc etc. For one thing, anecdotal evidence is not fact, and secondly, all the other religious people can say the same about their God too. So who is right? The only thing we can really count on is testable, observable scientific evidence. Otherwise nothing can ever be known as absolutely true.

Let me also take the chance to talk about Pascal’s Wager. This is the challenge that goes something like this: "Ok, I can’t prove my God exists, but I'd better play safe to believe in my God because if I don’t I will go to hell. In the end, if God and hell doesn’t really exist, I don't lose anything. At least I didn’t take the risk." – I only have one answer to this: How do you know your hell, or rather, the hell of your religion is the real one? The Christian is going to Muslim hell, the Catholic is going to Protestant hell, and the Hindu is going to the Mormon hell. How are you going to play safe?

Atheists (people who don't believe in the existance of deities) are the same as theists (people who believe in a deity/deities), it's just that Atheists believe in one less god than the theist. You don't believe that any of the thousands of gods exist in the world except your own right? The atheist simply agrees with you, but includes your god in the list of thousands of gods he doesn't believe in.

Don’t believe everything you read in an email. Creationists and fundamentalists try hard to convince people that Einstein was Christian with quotations taken out of context and twisted to suit their ideas, or by simply propogating false stories as in the "Interesting/Brilliant conversation" email.

Do you think that the genius behind the Theory of Relativity would have misunderstood that evolution teaches the decension of man from monkey? or believed that nothing that cannot be directly perceived with the human senses can be proven as scientific fact? I think not. Einstein would turn in his grave if he saw this email.

"It was, of course, a lie what you read about my religious convictions, a lie which is being systematically repeated. I do not believe in a personal God and I have never denied this but have expressed it clearly. If something is in me which can be called religious then it is the unbounded admiration for the structure of the world so far as our science can reveal it."

- Albert Einstein, letter to an atheist (1954), quoted in Albert Einstein: The Human Side, edited by Helen Dukas & Banesh Hoffman

2006-11-11T20:58:00.000+08:00

Insanity

I am cheerful, but I am acutely unhappy.
I wish for joy, but I crave depression.
I value peace, but I harbor rage.
I love everyone, but I hate people.
I bare my pain, but I hide my scars.
I think highly of myself, but myself I hate deeply.
I live in two worlds, whilst two worlds live in me.

Sanity
Is foreign to me.

© ~Scarlett

2006-10-16T21:18:00.000+08:00

给昨天的我一个拥抱；曾经她不知如何是好。。。

Books

2006-09-21T03:12:00.000+08:00

That not anyone gives two shits...but I liked this questionnaire.

Name...

1.One book you've read more than once
I have dozens of answers to this question I'm sure..but since it says one: All Quiet On the Orient Express - Magnus Mills. At least five times?

2.One book you would want on a desert island
Ridiculous question. How does one choose? The Beach - Alex Garland. Just because it's the first book I thought of that fits the theme. Very good read.

3.One book that made you laugh
Wilt - Tom Sharpe. Funniest author I have ever read. All Sharpe's books are hilarious.

4.One book that made you cry
Les Miserables - Victor Hugo. To my vague recollection, Fantine sold not only her hair, but her teeth.

5.One book that you couldn't put down
Gone with the Wind - Margaret Mitchell. I looked forward everyday to getting home so I could get into bed with it.

6. One book you wish had never been written
I don't know..True Singapore Ghost Stories? Plain embarrassing. And for filling pubescent minds with rubbish in the 90's.

7.One book you are currently reading
Emma - Jane Austen. And it's turning out to be my favorite Austen so far.

8.One book you have been meaning to read
Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray. It's been on my bookshelf for 15 months.

9.One book that changed your life
Hmm...probably Archie comics! because my reading habit started from there when I was 7. Almost a hundred Archie digests still sit on my bookshelves. I like Jughead the most.

10.One book that you wished you didn't buy
A Million Little Pieces - James Frey. I bought into the hype, the international critical acclaim, and found that incessant whining in a real-life account of drug rehabilitation is mind-numbingly boring to me. I usually plod on with a dull book, because it irks me if I don't finish a book I've started on, but I wasn't masochistic enough to finish A Million...

2006-09-14T03:05:00.000+08:00

www.lightamillioncandles.com

Maybe tomorrow will be a reason...

2006-08-21T22:25:00.000+08:00

stainedimstainedwhydoyoubotherwhyamiherewhydoyounotletme
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mindintoglisteningstrandsdrippingdrippingwithmyblooddrippin
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isfilthandemptinessfloodingthedarkestcornersofmysoulmymindd
renchedinmyvomitandbloodvomitandbloodtakethisfuckingstenchaw
ayfrommynoseandshutmyeyesmymindandletmesleepsleepsleepsleep
sleepthedreamlesssleepeternalsilentandshutthisnoiseoutshuty
oufuckingpeopleoutgetoutofmyheadandidontneedyouoryourfalsea
ttentionyourhypocriticalmeaninglessbullshitpreachingletmef
reefromyourburninggraspyoufuckingcuntandletmesleepidontwan
tthislifethishellwhydidyouputmehereidontcareidontwantitandi
dontgiveaflyingfuckaboutfindingyourfuckingmeaningiwantnopar
tinitcosiamtiredandiamsickofthisshitcosiamstainedstainedper
manentunwashablefilthysickandworthlesshopesslesssickandsick
andstainedandleaveallthatslefttodeathcosimstained...

stained.

2006-08-17T23:24:00.000+08:00

‘Tis by the second chime
That from a dream I wake,
And pray the hushed hours
My chimaera unmake,

And raise me from the pit
In full capacity;
Acquit me of the spit
Of false society-

The lie they oft concede
To parcel and to part,
Of life- pain must precede
This insidious art

Who rises from the east,
Purposing to condemn-
Heralding the beast
Who steals my diadem;

Until the night is come,
When slumber is asleep,
I wait upon that haven
Where people never weep.

© ~Scarlett

*

Sleep: my sole respite from life.

2006-08-17T00:56:00.000+08:00

Lest I should from the amber sky
Reprieve unwitting find,
To lucid shadows ever nigh
Suffer eyes to bind,

Lest I would with mortality
Erect a mortal shrine,
Usher in fatality-
A cloister solely mine,

Lest I upon the promised land
Find gates fast before me,
Restore my nonexistence and
Annul my vanity.

© ~Scarlett

*

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir,-
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,-the disease
Not even God can heal;
For 'tis His institution,-
The complement of hell.

~Emily Dickinson

In honor of Singlish...

2006-08-08T03:53:00.001+08:00

For said reason, the rest of this post will be in unadulterated Singlish, to the best of my natural ability.

If you got read the stomp blogs, they been talking bout Singlish. Nevermind if you dunno stomp is what. Anyway I found a link there to Wikepedia's page on Singlish, and it's the damn funniest wikipedia page I've ever read can?!! Hahahaa you must go see!!

Singlish - Wikipedia

Singlish is syllable-timed compared to other varieties of English (which are mostly stress-timed). This in turn gives Singlish a very rhythmic and staccato feel.
Pitch contours are more well-defined and distinct in Singlish than in other varieties of English.

I especially like the part when they said this lol...I think first time like I hear people say Singlish better than English lidat..

As most people know already, I got my strong opinions about English, but I think I can confidently say nobody ever accuse me say I purposely slang english with them to kek seh or whatever. Unless it's a stranger and for some special reason I beh song lah...it has happened. For the record, let it be said here now that I am proud of my Singlish because it is really the best english to use in so many situations. Please lar..if you go to the kopi tiam and see one obviously singaporean chinese guy/girl tell the mee pok uncle 'I'd like a packet of fish ball noodles to go, please. Oh and hold the chilli' you also wanna slap his face. Kana sai. To some of my friends who will remember last time I like to correct your english, it's because I like to tease you, not as if I'll be so happy if all my friends sound like ang moh, and not as if I sound like or will ever sound like one myself. Besides, who wants to speak english with a scottish accent? lol... eh my own opinion nia..maybe you love Sean Connery I dunno. Anyway I stopped doing that years ago, and these days I get pissed off if I hear people nit pick, eh wrong, I mean neow about pronunciation as if they're damn offended their friend say we-nes-day instead of wenz-day or whatever. BFD. And just cos its a white country doesn't mean they're English all so power. Like America- if you didn't know, then you'll be surprised. A lot of them got crap grammar and spelling, worse than our secondary school kids. Go to any online forum with lots of US people and you'll see.
Somemore hor, almost every Singaporean (maybe except the older generation) is effectively bilingual. Think you can say that for some of the ang moh countries? Cos not lah.

But there is a clause for me I think. I want to say people, but in case someone tries to prove me wrong I'll just talk about myself. I can feel secure and use my Singlish freely because I know that I can switch english types anywhere along the singaporean sciolect continuum (learn from wiki one) as and when it's needed. Meaning I can talk like that when I'm with my friends and I will speak in this manner when I'm at a job interview. Correct anot? The point is hor, in Singapore if you cannot make it at either one, in Singlish or RP, you sure got problem. You can argue about discrimination or being proud or what, but it is a fact that people who cannot speak 'standard' English will be seen as less educated than the people who can, at least by most people. This one cannot deny one. I think it will be much harder to be proud of your Singlish if you speak it because you no choice. You try your best but you still sound like you go pasat buay cai. I like my Singlish because I know my English, at least well enough. I'm always trying to improve my 'proper English', but if you tell me tomorrow I wake up I will know English macham England professor and got American accent, but dunno all my Singlish, I say you can go fly kite lah.

Conclusion: You got your speak good english campaign or speak mandarin campaign or simi sai: The garmen always trying to change the way we speak. But I tell you, if one day half the singapore talk like Britons and the other half like China chinese, they sure regret. Go learn your standard English! It is still a must-have. I still firmly believe that speaking and writing good English is absolutely important for communication in this age, and for one's own learning. I have read that it has been proven that language is not an imperative for complex thought, but I definitely feel that a limited vocabulary in any language impairs cogitation. But when you're in the right setting around the right people for Singlish, use it proudly lah!

All that said, this post is written lidat for the fun of it. Personally, I still don't like it when Singlish is used heavily in print. Fine for messaging or sms, but in other cases I think it's much more suitable for the ears than the eyes. Dio boh?

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From Wiki:

Summary of discourse and other particles:

Function * Example * Meaning

Confirmation * Can ar (low). * "So... it can really be done?"
Rhetorical * Can ar (rising). * "Alright then, don't come asking for help if problems arise."

LOL! =D

If you ever wondered...

2006-08-06T22:18:00.000+08:00

if I was angry with you because of the shit you've pulled, or because you have a faint suspicion you might have done something to hurt or piss me off, but you aren't sure because I haven't said anything or ignored you completely, yet, then be sure that I am. I may not be vindictive, but I don't forget easily.

HOMICIVAN ē PISSED

2006-08-06T05:01:00.000+08:00

Yes, because there are too many things in this world that piss me off.

Anyway, because too many people have been asking me about why I haven't updated this thing, here I am in fact filling it up, and in advance of that impending 1 month since the last post. I have always been quite adverse to the idea of writing about everyday life, firstly because interesting things like cosfest happens only once in about 27 months, and the rest of the interesting stuff is either too humiliating, obscene or inane to talk about. Secondly, who cares about the little things that happen in my life? I think I whine enough to myself without having to do it online too. Think dirty linen; no, fecal matter. Lately I've been even too lazy, or merciful, to subject myself to the torture (supposedly therapeutic) of detailing every sob story in my diary. It doesn't see too much action these days, except the obligatory big events, and now in point form. Anyway, the point where typing became so much easier than writing is hella long ago. My slanty chicken scratch pisses me off.

The question is, why else do I blog? If I'm too humble/proud to talk about my ridiculous plus ridiculously boring life, I used to be happily free in posting poems and whatnot. Until somebody whom I've yet to forgive though I pretend to had to come and ruin it for me by telling me its stupid to write about what nobody understands i.e your stupid poems are so effing cheem. Write what the 'public' wants to read. Firstly, it's my own damn problem if I feel like being pretentious and write cryptic poetry in archaic english. Why? Cannot meh? Nobody ask you to come and read what. It was the only thing that I had any inclination of publishing online, besides the dumb but irresistable urge to habitually blog song lyrics -_- And now you want to take that from me too? FINE. See? Haven't wrote any flighty poems in ages. But when I get a real reader...damnnn thats sweet. Really appreciate it. In any case. my life is too filled with the asinine, the practical, the materialistic and the frivolous lately anyway. The rhymes live in the purer one. So here I am spewing drivel that is neither about the dreary things in my life nor my cheem poetry.

What's this about then? Well I'm here because I, like 6 billion other dreary singaporeans, decided to go watch the fireworks display down at the marina bay. Yes - pretty etc etc. To the important point - After the show when 12 billion dreary singaporeans were trying to get into marina square, I said to Clara, 'How many people do you think are going to blog about watching the fireworks tonight?', naturally, in my usual offhand manner that somehow never fails to sound somewhat derisive to the receptor. For the record, I am looking forward to see clara's post about it. No Clara, don't just 'mention it'; a few pictures at least? I'm looking forward to yours. Lookie here-I blogged about it first! Crowds piss me off. Singaporeans piss me off even more.

Damn fireworks display with damn gushy couples cuddling on the grass right in front of me and lost in what is obviously their dirty little private worlds when I could have been blissfully oblivious to everything except the sparkles and the numbing sensation of my slippers under my butt and probably forming an imprint on it...if only I'd kept my eyes on the sky, but of course they insist on being in your face. Enter the imaginary A Whole New World theme to make it an uber fantasy a la disneyland and I could have brought out my non-existant lunch right there down their backs. Yesss...bitter and jealous. Happy people piss me off. Bite me Bambi.

If you made it this far then you're either a really good friend of mine who takes it to zimself (my androgynous possessive pronoun {is that right?}) to know what I say so you wouldn't be caught having been indifferent the next time you see me, or you have a fairly disturbed mind, to not have stopped scrolling down three paragraphs ago after detecting the psychobabble of this happy sociopath. Abject narcissism or genuine humility? You decide and keep it to yourself after that. Judgemental people piss me off. Wait, I mean people judgemental of me. I don't think I could live with myself.

Disappointments...like yours since you were looking forward to a succinct and happy post about fireworks or origami affixed with lots of pictures of happy people or me in another ninja hat; like mine in people in whom I've been fool enough to invest hope in, like mine in myself. I amaze myself sometimes...I swallow anger like a public toilet swallows... Someone told me the other day, from a very brief episode about moving furniture, that she could see a lot of deep anger inside me. I've never thought about that. Yes I've watched Anger Management. Don't suggest it. Marissa Tomei is too hot! Keeping the peace- I'm now tempted to think that it's overrated sometimes.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Why didn't I get an effin say in being born?
Now piss off

Cosfest 2006

2006-07-11T01:19:00.000+08:00

A post about my trip to Cosfest this year at Downtown East- It was really fun!! If you want to know what it's like being a movie star on the red carpet, then come to cosfest cos you'll be standing there posing while two dozen people are flashing camaras at you, and people asking to take photos of and with you. Think I had more cameras flashed at me in one afternoon than the last 10 years combined. Fun fun! heheh...was also very amused that a lot of people came to bow and pay me greetings cos I went as a ninja village chief of sorts. And I was quite surprised at the number of pro photographers there...Cosfest made it to the evening news too lol.

Anyway, as promised...pictures of cosfest! I have more than 200 freakin pictures, if you want to see more ask me for a zip! Here are some of my favorites in the meantime...not all of them are taken by me, grabbed online from various people too. Enjoy! Let me know if you want to come to the next cosplay event this dec! =D

*Some of the pictures here aren't taken by me, lots of other people, and having umm..stolen or shared them on sgcafe and thru msn, i've lost track of the credits, meaning I haven't permission to use them. If you find something you own please let me know and I will add your credits, or take it down if you ask me to (with my apologies!). So sorry!

^^

So so crowded...hundreds and hundreds of ppl. Cosplayers turn-out was pretty good!

A convincing and cute Yuffie

Da Qiao from Dynasty Warriors! I saw Xiao Qiao early in the show but she disappeared soon after =(

A very good Cloud

An out of place pair- A hogwarts student and Jubilee from the X-men

Feisty Arieth of FFXII!

Lookout for Katamari Damacy later. This Quistis from FFXIII was inside the green one lol

One of a couple of Sephiroths

An evil Sound Nin!!

Little narutards

I found a Rinoa! =D

No idea who but she was hella cool and she looks like Faye Wong

One Piece cosers

Funny guy from Bleach

Sweet Arieth

Best female cosplayer award - Movie version Sasuke

Best pair award- Funny Katamari Damacy raising Singapore flag

KOS-MOS.......................is a guy!!! @@

FFAC Tifa (I have those shoes too lol)

Fantastic time-jump Gaara and Temari from Naruto

Lulu-but no Mog =(

This should be Rikku in some dress sphere

Lotsa cosplayin geeks

Sailormoon?

Starwars

Pink Ranger lmao with Kakashi

?? but cool makeup

Woah!! It's freakin JENOVAH!! It's a girl btw

Dancer Yuna and Gaara

Katamari Damacy - V cute!

Supergirl (duh) but what is she doing there?

Reno from FF Advent Children with ??

Selphie and Quistis from FFXIII!!

Mai from KOF (yikes...)

entrance of D'Marquee

Dunno who she is but v.cool

The 2 big winners of the day from Gundam SeeD Destiny

2006-07-06T01:18:00.000+08:00

I thought I could resist you
I thought that I was strong
Somehow you were different from what I've known
I didn't see you coming
You took me by surprise and
You stole my heart before I could say no

You say you love me
Then you don't

Maybe there's beauty in goodbye
There's just no reason left to try
You push me away
Another black day
Let's count up the reasons to cry
Look what you've missed, living like this
Nobody wins...

J+L Origliasso

2006-06-17T11:45:00.000+08:00

It really creeps me out when people ask 'Got any free gift anot ah?' or 'Can have more discount?' There's something vulgar in using the word 'FREE' in a question, like 'WHAT? How come the parking not free meh?!' and 'Oh free entry? Only 4 tickets?' I can't but feel really embarrassed for them, like if someone tells a dirty joke in front of a lady.

*shudder* =$

Birthdays... (warning: high sugar content)

2006-06-17T01:47:00.000+08:00

Birthdays have never been a big deal for me. I can't remember what happened at 16, and I know for a fact that nothing happened at 18 or 21. The rest of the years aren't even worth mentioning, although I have some old pictures of myself in front of a cake with my friends behind me at some barbeque a few years ago. Never thrown a party in all my years either. It's just not a big deal at all. But this year felt quite different. This past year, I have been repeatedly drawn into this acute realization that I have many people surrounding me- people who truly care and whom I know I have to keep. So this post, besides being about my birthday this year, is a little tribute to my dearest and closest, and to all the other people who have added to my jubilation in their little ways...

Oh, and pictures! Here's some of the bday stuff that needs commenting about...

Another shot of the snazzy Xaphoon - I'm enjoying making noise with it. Thanks again Joanne; perhaps I'll play you a tune when I stop sounding like a wounded cow =D Thank you for the evening and the lovely you.

I arrived at work on Wednesday morning to a pleasant surprise. There's the sling bag my B-jie got for me, just like the one's she's got! For some reason, it was really moving...Thank you so much for all the care and fun we have in the office. You're such an amazing person- gentle, sweet and so funny! I'm so glad I met you.
If you're wondering why the burger and fries are there, it's because my colleague (knowing that all I brought to eat for the day was an apple -_-") surprised me with Burger King. Doreen you're so sweet!! Somehow, that little lunch made me so incredibly happy. Big thank you~ Let's get together and gossip more next time heheh...

If you can't see the words on that metal tin, it says 'Hershey's' and 'Times Square' - The NY one, not KL! Thanks for the cool but odd (they're kisses) gift flown a thousand miles over the ocean from my brother Kelvin. Thanks for remembering, but I feel kinda bad about you spending so much money...and so much for boycotting sugar -_-

The ice-cream is from Thomas- the leftovers from my midnight ice-cream party. Dude..was that really your first taste of Ben n Jerry's? lmao... Thanks Bro for supper and for being around. 8 figgin years man...Where did it all go?

Ben! Gotta give you a shout out too. You're such a good friend, and you put up with so much from me lol..thanks for always letting me bully you and acting you-know-what. There's isn't quite another person with whom I can be who I am around you. you're definitely for keeps! Thanks for the cool book. Let's go shopping for a new DS game on me :)

Hospi gathering, happily chosen on the 15th - I feel a bit silly saying this, but Hospi rules! lol.. Thanks to Fel, you bring us together again! Angie, amazing restaurant reccomendation; Xue, the company there, and so sorry I kinda ditched you after that- get well soon!; Lynn, for shang-ing lian- glad you could make it; Gwen, for the drinks; Janice, the ride home once again (hope I can step into your old shoes after you move on to bigger and better things!) and all you girls for the seriously delicious cake. How much longer till we all meet again? <=|

Happy Birthday to me! Yess..I know all of you are -_-""" at the moment, but thank God for a mother with a sense of humor. Gotta admit that the cake is adorable though (no, I don't have Hello Kitty bedsheets). I have amazing parents and a steller track record to prove it~ Oh and they must think I turn 3 this year because we're going to the night safari as my 'birthday treat' -_-"

Lastly.. Clara, Sheena and Wendy, otherwise self named Ivan's angels, you three are precisely that, and you're amongst the biggest reasons why I said what I did at the beginning of this post. What ever could I have done without you? I love y'all the most! Don't forget the 24th!

Thanks to everyone else, especially my wonderful sisters Angela (Happy birthday!) and Adeline, for all the greetings, wishes, to my colleagues who called to shout a birthday song, and to my rainbow who called me the earliest, take good care of yourself. You've all made this one memorable...

Come ogle at my new toy!

2006-06-14T00:53:00.000+08:00

My first birthday present this year! Totally surprised, very happy and touched.. Isn't it groovy? =D

A conscious decision...

2006-06-13T03:55:00.000+08:00

To live and let live.

I want bad...

2006-06-09T21:24:00.000+08:00

What a beaut!

2006-06-08T22:00:00.000+08:00

The vision of a civil home
Oft through my musings flash,
My reticense dost deeply yearn
For a more convivial mesh.

A convivial mesh of wishes
Upon its banner don,
T'was of an earnest civil home
The silent prayer was borne.

The civil home art simple truth
To unclouded eye
And convivial mesh unravelled
Wilt parallels descry

© ~Scarlett

An attempt at something cryptic, because it is difficult to speak plainly. The repeated phrases are anagrams...

2006-06-02T20:21:00.000+08:00

You Are 62% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

How Evil Are You?

2006-05-31T20:32:00.000+08:00

You Are 44% Happy

You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.
You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed.

How Happy Are You?

I never thought they could do it, but someone has gone and put a percentage on my happiness. I thought about posting a drawn out analysis of the merits of a Blogthings happiness quiz, predictably cynically, but I decided to let this speak for itself, because it suddenly dawned on me that this percentage, once again, with a patronizing intonation, is rather accurate. It's odd how 44% is supposed to be definitely happy. What's 90%? Hysterically euphoric? I am 44% happy. 44% fulfilled. 44% motivated to get out of bed in the afternoon. A 56% deficit - the better half. A better half?

This one's funny - http://www.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz

Gross-o-meter: 4/10

2006-05-25T16:56:00.000+08:00

Anybody remember the 1988 movie THE BLOB? It's about a jellorific gelatinous mass of pink jelly that comes alive and grows bigger by the minute and devours a small town, plus the people of course. It was a real hit! but of course, it was a really bad year for the good people at Jello. As I understand it, they never recovered some of the customers they lost during the jelly depression of 88.

Anyway, the blob has made a comeback, this time it's living in my right ear. Just been to the doctor's today and I got to look into my ear with the scope the doc hooked up to this tv. Cool technology for a little neighbourhood clinic! I'm not too sure about his hygiene though..I was too distracted with trying to get a peep at my old records on his desk (they probably contain about half a dozen fake reports to get off from school - ahh..the good'ol days), to notice if he distinfected the lil pointy thing you attach to the optomoloscope (spl?) before it gets stuck into your ear. My blob does not like blob residue from other blobs from other people's ears! My ear has been slightly blocked for a few weeks since this cold I had, and 2 days ago it became worse and started to hurt. Anyway, get this..my eardrum has BURST (doctor's words!). Apparently evil bacteria from that nasty cold has traveled into my ear and ate its way right through to my eardrum, and now it's punctured or something. Will wonders never cease..I didn't know your eardrum could, once again for dramatic effect, BURST and you still can hear, albeit like 50% now.

There is a glob of radioactive slime in my ear thats pulsating, pulsating! by itself. This makes me sure that it isn't just ordinary pus, like the doctor said, but in fact a highly intelligent extra-terestrial slimeform formerly known as the blob. The infection is in fact an invasion.

Anyhoo, these antibiotics - which incidentally, according to the insert, has about 101 potential side effects, the benign-er(?) and likelier of which include bloating (as if im not bloated enough!) and the unlikelier, nastier of which includes seizure and some other funky medical sounding stuff I have never heard of. Oh, and also photosensitivity, which I suspect I already suffer from since I'm practically nocturnal. A good hangover couldn't give me photosensitivity; maybe these pills would do it. As I was saying, these $1.40 each tablets are supposed to clear up the gooey (mmm...smucker's gooberrrrr *drool*) mess, and maybe we'll finally be able to see my eardrum in a week or two. If it doesn't clear up, it's up to a ENT surgeon to suck up (literally!) the schtuff and poke around my ear to inspect the accoustics in there. Sounds like fun!

Who knows what will become of my hearing? I'm rather sure that there have been lots of famous and talented people who were deaf in one ear, but now my memory fails me - a side effect of a lifetime of television watching. Oh! I remember, thanks to television no less! Elliot Yamin (the rabbi dude on american idol) is deaf in one ear. Everyone is surprised that he has this perfect pitch even though he's half deaf..but I can tell you a secret, it's because he's half deaf that he can sing this well! Maybe I could move my performances on from the proverbial bathroom to the essential ktv after this whole blob episode.

No matter, I am already seeing the potential for this pain in my ear. It provides the perfect excuse for reinforcing my pre-existing anti-social tendencies. Although it's something I've been getting the better of for a long time now, it's always good to have a choice! So if I happen to sound really hesitant about going to that movie with you, taking over your afternoon shift, going with you to the gym where the malfunctioning step machine embarresses anyone who tries to work it, you'll know why. And if, against all odds, you succeed at an attempt to get my gelatinous butt out of my home, you ought to be really proud! I definitely enjoy your company. Either that or you managed to guilt me into it, because you ungracefully brought up that last occasion where I stood you up and left you standing in a bus stop crowded amongst sinfully foul smelling just-booked-out-recruits on a thunderstormy Sunday. And if, I ask you out during this trying and difficult time (meaning the final stages of Dynasty Warriors 5 Empires on playstation), you would know that I really, really want to spend some time with you. And if we make it, I'm the one's thats gonna be real glad.

2006-05-23T20:28:00.000+08:00

In the agony of absence...I think about you all the time~

*

And when it's time to face the storm
I'll be right by your side
Grace will keep us safe and warm
And I know we will survive

I saw the teardrops and I heard you cry
All you need is time
Seek me and you shall find
You have everything and you're still lonely
It don't have to be this way
Let me show you a better day

And then you will see, the morning will come
And all of your days will be bright as the sun
So all of your fears, just cast them on me
How can I make you see...?

The love song I believe in..

2006-05-21T23:46:00.000+08:00

What makes this world go round
Will the answer let her down
She is so sweet and young
And her life has just begun
What does her future hold
That's a story left unknown
Will she make it through her days
Let our love lead the way

A part of me laughs, a part of me cries
A part of me wants to question why
Why is there joy
Why is there pain
Why is there sunshine and the rain
One day you're here, next you are gone
No matter what we must go on
Just keep the faith and let love lead the way

Everything will work out fine
If you let love...
Let love lead the way~

The human fallacy

2006-05-18T18:43:00.000+08:00

I want a love that will last

~Renee Olstead

Take your pick

2006-05-08T02:41:00.000+08:00

Which is worse in an apparent misunderstanding? Not understanding because of the absence of an explanation, or the frustration of being misunderstood because of the inability to explain?

You probably lose either way.

What must happen will happen.

Why have I said that so often? Do I assume that there is some greater power that sets the course of life, and prevents any number or degree of human influence from changing it? But perhaps there is no truth in that belief at all. Like the proverbial 'Everything happens for a reason', it is something we tell ourselves when life spirals out of control, after you have tried so hard to set it on the course you thought best. When you fail and realize that it is no longer something you are capable of doing, you stop believing in yourself, and you turn to this auxiliary faith, a less satisfying back-up plan that is almost synonymous with fate. Not having the gall to admit that you did not believe in fate until there was nothing else to believe in. Where manipulation fails, faith is called upon. Sadly, it is almost laughable. However, there is one real advantage to it. In relinquishing control and ascribing circumstance to fate, God, unknown powers, karmic forces, however it pleases you to label it, you find some peace, albeit somewhat ironically. You preserve your sanity, and perhaps this is reason enough to believe. Who knows how much farther it is to the edge if you don’t? After all, what must happen will happen...

2006-05-07T12:41:00.000+08:00

Have I gone mad? Or is this how one is being gotten rid of? Nothing makes sense anymore.

2006-05-02T23:01:00.000+08:00

Love is. There is no how, no why, no should, no ifs. Love is.

2006-05-02T02:26:00.000+08:00

An excerpt - 1st May 2006

"While I was asleep this morning, I had a strange dream. I don't know if anything happened in the dream to lead up to it, but before I knew it, I was lying on my back with unfamiliar people surrounding me; I was in labor and I knew it. I was giving birth - it wasn't painful. When she came out of my body, it was a big surprise - it was a beautiful baby girl, small, helpless, pretty with big eyes, and she did not cry, only looked back at me with serene, happy eyes. I held her to my chest, looked down on her, still covered with the wetness of the birth, her umbilical cord still intact, and I fell in love with her. My daughter - and the greatest love of my life. My daughter, borne of my own flesh, my joy, my all. My precious little one. I named her Cort, short for Cortney. Then I awoke, realized it was a dream, and I felt a quiet sadness."

They say that dreams of birth and death have opposite meanings in reality. Perhaps something died in me. Perhaps something, someone, will die. Perhaps the dream had no meaning. Perhaps I am not supposed to know. Perhaps it doesn't matter anymore.

"This has happened, and I don't know why. How is it that I am left out in the cold? I am..quiet. Quietly trying to face this, to make sense of it."

2006-05-02T02:10:00.000+08:00

While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive

If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

An excerpt - 26th April

There are little moments in life, very brief ones, where life feels perfect. You know it isn't, and there is so much you want to change, so much that is making you unhappy, dissatisfied, but for a few precious minutes, none of it seems to matter very much. This is one of those moments. It is late at night, I put on the stereo, and I sit down in bed, all alone in my room, this little rectangle of space that belongs to nobody but me; in all the wide world, this is the one place I have all to myself - sacred, private, pristine, and I am safe.

Here I open this diary everyday, pouring my secret thoughts into it, in here I play my music - the songs that touch my heart, set my spirits dancing, and move my soul; in this bed I find sleep - sound, deep sleep, my only complete escape and respite from all the cares of the world. I am safe, happy - content at least. Here I shut myself away from the world, and yet in here I explore the world. Here it is quiet. Here I appear as myself - nobody looks, nobody knows, nobody judges. Here in the stillness, I think often about the rainbow. Here I pray, where nobody sees. I kneel down and confess my wretchedness. Here I pray for the rainbow. Healthy and happy. Always healthy and happy, and that if I could, that I could take all its pain and bear it myself.

In here I sit beside myself, in my room, all alone, I can sit beside myself. I look at myself, and I see myself clearly. I see my heart - how it beats and why. In here I care for myself, and say that it's okay - have faith, and all will be well. Here there are no pretensions. I am bare, unshielded. Here I replay my hopes. Here I can unabashedly say what I wish for, and nobody is here to laugh, to jeer. Here I think, think about all the pain, and it is okay. Here in my room, I know where time stands. I know what is past, I see it passing, and I can dream of the future.

Here in my room, I can sleep. Beautiful, beautiful sleep. Merciful, generous, blessed. All the world falls away. Everybody disappears. In my sleep, I find heaven. I leave the ugly world. And I dream of love. True love...

~

2006-04-25T03:46:00.000+08:00

I will never forget the way you touched my face..

2006-04-24T01:04:00.000+08:00

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true...

~Cinderella (1950)

2006-04-23T20:41:00.000+08:00

A portugese folktale, apparently. In brief -

A poor old man owns a fine horse. A king offers him a fortune to buy it. Loving his horse, he declines. The villagers think him a fool, and an even bigger one when his horse runs away the next day.
"It is a curse!" they say.
"Say only that the horse has run away. Who knows if it is a curse or blessing? Do not judge," the old man said.

A week later, the horse returns to the old man's house, along with a dozen other wild horses. All the villagers were amazed at his good fortune.
"It is a blessing! You can sell the horses and become rich!" they say.
"Say only that a dozen horses have come to my house. Who knows if it is a curse or blessing? Do not judge," the old man said.
The villagers thought him wrong, and called him a fool.

The next day, in an attempt to break the horses to render them fit for selling, the old man's son was thrown from one of the horses, and broke both his legs.
"A curse! The horses are a curse! Your son is now a cripple!" the villagers exclaimed.
"Say only that my son is crippled. Do not call it a curse. Who knows if it is a curse or blessing? Do not judge," the old man said.
The villagers thought him quite mad, but kept their silence, knowing that he has been right so far.

The following month, war broke out in the country and all the young men in the village had to be drafted. Everyone knew that none of them would ever return.
"O, we were wrong. It was a blessing that your son broke his legs. He does not have to fight! Better a cripple for a son than none at all!"
The old man only smiled and said, "Do not judge..."
~

Understand that God is in control of everything, and if you believe that, you will always have peace no matter what happens, whether things seem good or bad. Be thankful always, in everything.

~

My life has been too much of an emotional roller-coaster lately. I gave up control over myself to other people, circumstances and have long lost sight of what's really important. All this has great influence over my daily feelings and moods, but I believe I have let it get out of hand. Suppose you want to love with all your heart, but in order to do that, you must first anchor yourself to something unchanging - Principles. God. Who wants to love a reed in the wind? This reed is finding some solid ground now.

This time, I relinquish control, and give up judgment. My horse has run away, and it seems hopelessly lost. But who knows what will happen? It's time to stop the melodrama, and keep my feet steady and have faith in God, if not faith in hope itself. Perhaps my heart's desires will come to pass afterall. Try a cliche: it is always the darkest before dawn. What must happen will happen...

2006-04-20T16:49:00.000+08:00

It was an earthen angel,
Whom heaven deemed to send
Upon a weary spirit,
To winged embrace lend.

To save from miry chasm
And raise a fallen face,
Towards a distant rainbow-
The paint of divine grace.

Upon this symbol of a hope,
The diligent shall wait
For the advent of a gift-
amongst the three most great.

Abide with steadfast faith
The angel's gentle dove,
And with thanksgiving pray
For the highest blessing- love.

© ~Scarlett
20th April 2006

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
~ 1 Corinthians 13:13

Perfect in weakness

2006-04-20T00:55:00.000+08:00

When your courage is tested...

Some things matter and some don't. Hold on to what does and forget the rest.

Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
~ Emily Dickinson

2006-04-17T03:59:00.000+08:00

When will this nightmare end? It threatens so much that I hold dear. I cannot afford to lose you too. I need you to be there. Please don't be afraid...More than ever, I need your patience, your trust now. Am I worth it?

Easter

2006-04-16T14:58:00.000+08:00

Hope lives~

Psalm 18
46The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted.

More words given to me. Thank you...

Philippians 4
6Fret not about anything, but in everything, by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God. 7And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

2006-04-15T02:23:00.000+08:00

Fearless love

To give everything,
ask nothing,
and hope.

Good Friday

2006-04-14T18:13:00.000+08:00

Words given to me today...

Psalm 51
17The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit:
a broken and a contrite heart,
O God, thou wilt not despise.

Mark 5
25And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years, 26And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse, 27When she had heard of Jesus, came in the press behind, and touched his garment. 28For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole. 29And straightway the fountain of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that she was healed of that plague.
~

And something else to think about...

Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain
And harder to climb

~

I treasure every single part of you,
Cos you're someone special to me.

2006-04-12T15:19:00.000+08:00

Sorrow lasts through this night
I'll take this piece of you
And hold for all eternity
Just for one second I felt whole
As you flew right through me

I love you...

2006-04-10T01:00:00.000+08:00

A message to a rainbow~

Bicentennial Man - Watch it with me, won't you?
~
Laugh and cry
Live and die
Life is a dream we are dreaming
Day by day I find my way
Look for the song and the meaning

Then you look at me
And I always see
What I have been searching for
I’m lost as can be
Then you look at me
And I am not lost anymore...
~

2006-04-03T01:02:00.000+08:00

One day perhaps, the rainbows will run together, beside each other, and span the skies in the everlasting miracle of fate~love.

2006-04-01T21:17:00.000+08:00

i felt
i took
i was
i held
i tore
i saw
i walk
i bled
i bled
i bled
i died
i fly
i bleed
i die
i am...no more

no more

I feel

2006-03-31T02:24:00.000+08:00

To my earth angel, thank you~

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up...

2006-03-28T23:13:00.000+08:00

saw me die - now watch me fly

more Flyleaf ~ Breathe Today

You try your hardest to perfect your explanations...
You lie until they've run out of questions
You can only move as fast as who's in front of you
And if you assume just like them, what good will it do?
So find out for yourself, so your ignorance will stop bleeding through.

Only one thing
big enough to fill the void that's inside of you
It's just a breath away. You can breathe today. Breathe today.

So many lies swirling around you, You're suffocating
The emtpy shape in you steals your breath you're suffocating

Logic forces me to believe in this and I have learned to see
And I can only say what I've seen and heard and only you can choose
And every choice you make will affect you - search your own self

2006-03-24T14:25:00.000+08:00

More stuff from Tickle; coupla highlights! Something mostly true, but to live up to.

Beyond your scores on the Relationship IQ dimensions, beyond your general knowledge about relationships, we can also infer from your answers on the test, the way you are in a relationship.

You, it turns out, are a Supporter in relationships.

Your passion for life runs through every aspect of your relationship. You are more than a significant other to your significant other. You are their best friend. Relationships are very important to you, and you'll do anything to help out your partner. You're there for them and are willing to pitch in wherever they need help — whether it's cooking a nice meal when they're tired, or helping them with a problem they don't even know they have yet. They can count on you for just about anything and that's what helps make your relationships so strong.

You're incredibly supportive of your partner's dreams and ambitions. Your ability to pay attention to their hopes and desires helps them as they define their goals. And they probably come to rely on that. You're also not afraid to roll up your sleeves and help further their causes — whether canvassing neighborhoods with election posters for your sweetie, showing up for a work function, or taking care of their chores around the house. You're also someone who's probably willing to put aside your hopes and dreams for your partner's. Your kind and giving soul is energized when you see that your support has helped your partner reach their dreams.

But even people as supportive as you get into arguments with their partners. When you do, you may find yourself agreeing with your partner so the discussion will end amicably. It's not that your views have necessarily changed, but you may behave as if they have just to keep the peace. It takes a lot for you to have a spat, but it doesn't take long to kiss and make up. In fact, that's the easiest part of a disagreement for you.

You want the same thing that you give to your partner: complete and utter acceptance. You accept your loved one unconditionally, and you want to experience that feeling yourself. Leave the emotional highs and lows for the big screen — you don't want someone who plays games. You appreciate a partner who knows what they want and like, and who is caring and open to you. It's important for you to connect with your partner during sex. You need to feel a bond with your lover, and physical intimacy allows you to express how deep your feelings run.

Your kind and gentle nature can sometimes put you at risk. Some people might find it easy to take advantage of you, and that could make for some uncomfortable situations. Since you're so easygoing, you tend to put on a happy face even when you're upset inside. You'll put up with the conditions, but deep down you're irritated that your significant other has failed to understand you.

2006-03-23T02:53:00.000+08:00

How ready would one be to accept that one lives, only because one fears death? It is not a coincidence that the uncanniness of a paradox can only be substantiated by its inherent truths. Some incomprehensible, others common irony, yet all bound by their intimidating factuality. The human being can be consistently and perfectly described with two words: imperfection and inconsistency. The lines we often attempt to draw to divide people into convenient pockets do nothing to restrain them from wandering into the next sphere of recognition. Desirable and abominable, familiar and alien, good and bad. If reality is but perception, it is then no wonder that in their obstinance to keep those lines, people are so perpetually dissatisfied with their blueprints for the people in their lives. Call it some kind of logical, methodical chaos, but if it weren't for these lines and the basic instinct to draw them, relationships can never exist as we know it. There's your paradox.

In one of my favorite novels, the two main characters resolutely refuse to conform to the conventional boundaries, yet ironically belong perforce to a unique plane of conception: human. They are irresistably charming, in spite; no, because of their imperfections.

With thanks to Margaret Mitchell-from Rhett Butler to Scarlett~

With solitude I bought company,
With longing I found joy,
With hope purchased affection-
Then all would fate destroy.

For deception I paid trust,
For disappointment: faith,
For revelation I paid fantasy-
Left liken to a wraith.

I gave my rights for tears,
Offered pride for pain,
I sacrificed my dignity
To misery retain.

My happiness has perished;
Through it I paved the way
For a priceless article,
For that which needs no pay.

It harkens not the bidder,
Understands not regret-
This emblem of sublimity
Subsists in me yet.

For love I paid nothing,
For love no one may earn,
For love's a stellar blessing
That requires not return.

© ~Scarlett
14th February 2006

2006-03-13T02:25:00.000+08:00

Kent: you understood. and that is enough.
Wendy: i can say with confidence-you got my back. thanks
Thomas: hell i did something right bro! 8 yrs ago. you're the man
Kelvin: blood, its worth more to me than you probably believe
Sheena: shoot me if i ever do anything to lose you
Adeline: some incredible blessing i'm sure, I got you
Dad & Mom: we don't need words
Angela: you don't give yourself enough credit
Amelia: fuck me and my memory-go have a happy life
Michelle: leave while you can. im too messed up
Clara: you deserve nothing but sweetness in your life
Tanja: if only you weren't so far. i'd be amira's fav uncle :)
Joanne: amazing, you impress me. i wish you happiness
Eulindra: pervasion of my conciousness-your fire burns on

2006-03-13T01:37:00.000+08:00

Flyleaf

I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break

I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick

If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears

Hear it, I'm screaming it
You're heeding to it now
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You tremble at this sound

You sink into my clothes
This invasion makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick

I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so
I'm so sick
I'm so
I'm so sick

2006-03-13T01:35:00.000+08:00

Garbage

Avalanche is sullen and too thin
She starves herself to rid herself of sin
And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin
And she says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Chris is all dressed up and acting coy
Painted like a brand new Christmas toy
He's trying to figure out if he's a girl or he's a boy
He says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Doodle takes dad's scissors to her skin
And when she does relief comes setting in
While she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes
She sings:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Therapy is Speedie's brand new drug
Dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun
It's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun
And she cries:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

JT gets all fucked up in some karaoke bar
After two drinks he's a loser after three drinks he's a star
Getting all nostalgic as he sings "I Will Survive"
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

You should see my scars
Try to comprehend that which you'll never comprehend
You should see my scars
You should see my scars

2006-02-01T22:45:00.000+08:00

I could not write a word today
If rueful truth be told,
And yet I find my pen again
Along familiar road.

I sought a slip of paper,
Though with an askant eye,
And set me down to author
The tales that lips belie.

How deftly they did pour-
The words upon the slate;
That minds amidst a wanderlust
May gravely contemplate.

© ~Scarlett

2005-11-07T22:46:00.000+08:00

I love you like the Glory
Adores the morning sun;
Dearly I will love you still
When the evening’s done.

Through the moonlit hours,
Within the cloudless day,
Your song sustains my melody-
Abiding, come what may.

Your smile is my salvation,
Your laugh my merriment;
Your love a stellar blessing
That fills my firmament.

© ~Scarlett

2005-10-06T20:26:00.000+08:00

Add mystic violet feathers
To strands of Indian lace,
With wooden beads at every end
All neatly strung in place.

Within a rustic hoop entwined
A web of slumber weaved –
In saffron thread all darkness bind
When faithfully believed.

A prayer of peace to parry fear
Will every nightmare blight,
But keep this charm by pillow near
For blissful dreams tonight.

© ~Scarlett

2005-10-06T19:37:00.000+08:00

your signature color is Sterling Blue

You've got a good head on your shoulders and you're not afraid to use it. Serious, intellectual types like you meet their match with a cool color that sparkles with the same striking intelligence as you do. That's why Sterling Blue is the ideal match for you! This is not to say that you've always got your head in a book. Not by any stretch. While you may not be the person at the party kicking off the karaoke, you're probably the one starting up stimulating conversations and making your cohorts chuckle with your quick wit. You're likely to have an insatiable curiosity that's catchy, and friends who know that you are a great person to turn to when they need a logical head to help them sort through their problems. So keep it up with your sterling hue of blue. You probably have a way of keeping things deep that people truly appreciate!

http://web.tickle.com/tests/signaturecolor/index.jsp

2005-10-04T20:46:00.000+08:00

For Sara, with thanks to Mdm. Hodgson~

She sat upon my knee,
Resplendent in a frock
Of sequins spangled carelessly
To mercifully lock –

My heart, bereft and still,
Which pathos cannot pique –
And despoiled of all possessions
But one mémoire antique.

How wont was I to live
In merry yesterday –
Subsisting now as reverie
In mutable relay.

Contrived of porcelain,
Yet all despair appall;
And ere this solace fog obscure –
By me abide, last doll.

© ~Scarlett

2005-10-03T23:52:00.000+08:00

He lay still beside her in the darkness, stiff in his breast but resolutely composed. She laid a soft warm hand across his chest, now caressing his face, now running a fingertip over his lips. It was with fleeting wonder that he considered the touch of her fingers – Her hushed breath upon his cheek that anticipated the gentlest of kisses; for though he felt acutely the leaden pit of his stomach and the shiver in the marrow of his spine, it was beyond his conception that the very lips she was touching would then taste ambrosia.
Unfalteringly pouring forth that coveted wine, she swaddled into unison the polarities of entrapment and emancipation. The draught had awakened some latent spark, summoning a spiritual conflagration from a yet unknown fragment of his consciousness – drinking, drinking, and reciprocating with equal fervency. ‘O the madness!’ exclaimed he, only to desire that nectar so sorely, agonizingly, that he wished for all to cease - that he might be liberated with his life, but to ponder eternally upon the dream. It was not to be, however; he had irrevocably surrendered his will from when he suffered her to lie beside him. He was powerless to defy her impetuosity, raised against his feeble, unspoken supplications, the irony of which remained clear in his mind. And supplicate he did, but only that she would not relinquish her grasp for all possible reasoning.
That night, two spirits were drawn through the hazy firmament, into the space of Mercurial rapture amongst everlasting twilight.

© ~Scarlett

2005-05-11T01:39:00.000+08:00

With gratitude to Marianne and Mdm. Austen~

I know a curious creature,
Familiar as Grief-
No sentiment is oftener
In fallacious belief.

For ‘tis a sprightly fellow,
More rapturous than joy,
Infectious in its passions
To publicly employ.

That nary a tear was shed
Without keen fervency,
And none quite so delectable
As tasting misery.

Sensibilities despise
Mirth’s inconsistency,
Renounce sanguinity and
Indulge catastrophe.

© ~Scarlett

2005-03-18T22:23:00.000+08:00

To you I give these diamonds,
Two stones that may recite
The verse of my affection
From place removed despite.

That you may keep upon each ear,
As dearly as a clock
Abides by time in vigil near,
Our affinity in rock.

Estrange not partner from the pair
Whom craftsman deemed a mate,
Preserve matrimony and their
Existance validate.

© ~Scarlett

2005-02-07T23:50:00.000+08:00

With obligations to Rebecca and Sir Scott~

Thy corslet shieldeth naught
Beyond thy nudity,
My piety assembles in
A deeper sanctuary.

The blaze that floods thy temples
And marrow in thy bone
Art plain to mine unclouded eye-
By breath I douse alone.

I spy thy shrivelled liver,
The stones that aileth thee,
Neither kidney nor thy acrid bile
Canst escapeth me.

The virgin-blessed blood
In scarlet panoply,
Filleth not thy arteries
As dost impunity.

Fire can consumeth
The will I must defy,
Withdraw thy squalid passion
Ere to the stake I fly!

© ~Scarlett

2005-01-16T19:51:00.000+08:00

That men are slaves unto themselves
Did Solomon confound,
Lamenting not the lost design
But that they failed to find.

Vexing of young liberties,
Upon the rack they lie,
Lashing for the right of self’s
Transport to guillotine.

Of flesh to swear and bone forfeit,
Clashing teeth with steel-
Martyred for the priceless cause
Their daughters canonize.

When blood is trod into the earth
And wages realized,
Men bore of peace and lust to die-
Their plaints shall satisfy.

© ~Scarlett

2004-12-12T16:39:00.000+08:00

Virginia Woolf: Orlando. You are a challenge, for
outer events, the outside world, the time etc.
play no importance to you. Your focus is in
writing, in gender issues, and inside your own
head. Self-analysis and exploration of yourself
as well as the outer world hold great
importance to you.

Which literature classic are you?
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2004-12-04T17:45:00.000+08:00

~

My eyes exclaimed a merriment,
How surely she believed
Existence and the sacrament
Of principles conceived.

Subscribing to illusion
As though 'twere God's decree,
Discerning not the subtlety
Of color's trickery.

As bright as phoenix fire to
Contend Siren's allure;
How vivid are the daffodils
Beyond my native shore-

In foreign fields I cannot tread
O'er seas I dare not quell,
Ascribing truth to daffodil
Its fragrance boldly tell.

The dawn acquainteth consciousness
With slumber's fantasy,
Ponder which of either play
Deserves mortality.

Destined but to sanctify
My infant right- to be,
For 'That I am' to certify
Is of Deity.

© ~Scarlett

2004-11-20T20:34:00.000+08:00

~

Of earth I tire, I confess
I flee it quietly,
You who were yonder now caress
My visage tenderly;

Upon my lips a crystal mist
As though the air were wine,
Ambrosian tastes cannot resist
Another cup divine!

Had I truly my time misplaced
Indeed it still was day,
How frightfully your flashes blazed
And claps drove me away!

Pledging by the mountain great,
If I should be allowed,
To once again luxuriate
In the parlor of a cloud.

© ~Scarlett

2004-11-10T21:50:00.000+08:00

-
November 15th, Monday

On my breast the invisible hand
Laid unbridled,
Leaden oppression and
With consciousness I breathed;
Harrowing fingers, grim gravity-
Throwing foot before foot
With naught but pity
For unremembered ease.
Whence beckoned to my
Tardy custom, the sly clock
Hissed, 'Begone rouge, fie!'
I scarpered petrified;
For company but qualms dejected
I demanded of its name-
Silence reflected
'Just something I forgot.'

© ~Scarlett

2004-11-06T16:22:00.000+08:00

~

5th November

Beat and flap, oh little tuft!
Lest downward you should fall;
Like fishes through the current swift
The atmosphere you soar!
Your jaunty steps- as if the air
Through which my lungs draw life
Were dancing shoes and cobblestones-
Folk gamboling to a fife!

© ~Scarlett

*

4th November
~

Three Stars

Three stars across infinity
Hung each to next in trinity
One docile early morn;
To purple cloak and jewelled crown
I set my knee upon the ground,
Bringing gaiety to adorn-

Her silent rays, until I saw
Three other stars not praised before,
Squired by mounted guards;
‘Four musketeers of sacred pact-
Upon their lives her belt protect’
Thus sang the ancient bards.

Expiring sordid pretension, this
Revelation spake my bliss;
Oh, fortuitous design!
Of constellations forever free,
Embracing firmament eternally
Lords of thine and mine!

© ~Scarlett

2004-10-30T17:23:00.000+08:00

~

I ran after an arrow
Upon a transient face;
Yet by a fleeting slumber
I lost my sense of pace.

It does not bide for valour,
Nor stall for cowardice;
That it even bears a name
Is only my surmise.

It sent my jubilation
With kind celerity,
Then cast me to perdition
With cold alacrity-

Where no one speaks of latter,
For latter seems too late;
Counting heartbeats silently
I held on to my fate.

© ~Scarlett

2004-10-02T17:14:00.000+08:00

You are Charlie Brown!

Which Peanuts Character are You?
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2004-10-02T17:12:00.000+08:00

whoo..not bad at all

You are the Secretive Mermaid. Perpetual beauty
that longs for legs to walk by the side of men.
You spend your time gazing at the stars and
whispering to the moon. You have little to no
freinds that breathe. Your freinds all missing.
You are sweet as syryp and kind as cake. There
are a handful of people and mermaids like you.
Would you rate my quiz I will keep it a secret?

What kind of mermaid are you? (Gorgeous Pics)
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2004-10-02T17:05:00.000+08:00

okay..expect more of this..I'm bored today. But mermaid eh? Hmm...undada sea

You're a mermaid. The stereotypical mermaid had a
long, fish-like tail that blended with the
human torso at the hips and almost white skin
with red hair or some off color like green or
blue. They were the most fantastic singers and
the siren type of mermaids would lure sailors
with their lovely lullaby into dangerous rocks.
They were mostly harmless and peacefull and
they were content to simply sit on the beach
combing their hair or in the water playing with
friends. They never wore clothes and were
always women. They were sweet and a little
deciteful at times. (If you cannot see the
picture, go to my userpage and look near the
bottom. There should be the picture and
description for all the results)

What Mystical Creature Are You? (Pictures)
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2004-10-02T16:57:00.000+08:00

Cool...

You are the Death card. Death is a stage in the
cycle of life. Without death, there would be no
room for new things to grow. When you receive
the Death card in a tarot reading, fear not;
Death is only an indication that transformation
is about to occur. Death allows us all to
evolve by removing that which is no longer
needed. The end of one cycle makes way for a
new one. Old behaviours and patterns which have
tied us down are released. Death cleans house
so that we don't have needless drains on our
energy. In Death's ruthless destruction there
lies compassion. Image from: Danielle Sylvie
Taylor
http://members.limitless.org/~morpheum/gallery.html

Which Tarot Card Are You?
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2004-10-02T16:44:00.000+08:00

okay...this is kinda gay

You are purple. What a romantic person you are.
You're sentimental and forward-looking (those
are opposites.). You're a sophisticated and
refined--with a refind taste for chocolates and
wine (yum...). Tempermental and moody, you let
people know when you're angry. But other
times, you just sit and sulk. Alone. When
around people, you're a generous person, with
insatiable needs. You're a starving artist,
basically. You're enjoy getting into debates
over politics and religion with people of the
same intelligence of you. But you know they
can never convince you otherwise, you stubborn
person, you. As a unique person you are (not
to mention just a tad bit eccentric...), you're
well-liked by either a few people, or too many
people...

What color are you? (Amazingly detailed & accurate--with pics!)
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2004-10-02T16:26:00.000+08:00

What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Cest Magnifique! piece I stumbled upon..

2004-10-01T04:54:00.000+08:00

Reason To Live

It's so extreme
The feelings
Piercing through the body
But I've got the perfect reason to live

Live for tomorrow
Who knows what it will bring
Maybe tomorrow will be a reason
Tomorrow is a reason to live

Live for the day when you find yourself
When you uncover a bit more of the mystery of you
That day you'll feel complete
That day will be worth it

Live for when you make that real difference
When you're the world to somebody
Everybody is the world to someone
That day will come

Live for the day that you can smile
Not the fake smile
But the one that will light up the room
That smile will be worth it

Live for that day when it'll be gone
You won't feel pain
You won't feel empty
There's a reason to live

© Rena

Wheyhey!

2004-09-23T22:27:00.000+08:00

Recently you participated in the VoicesNet Anthology International
Poetry Competition and it is an honor to inform you that your poem, "I LEFT MY BEAUTY ON THE FLOOR", was selected for publication.
Congratulations!

It's three months till the next contest =/

<3

2004-09-23T02:18:00.000+08:00

It's gonna be love
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be more than I can take
It's gonna be free
It's gonna be real
It's gonna change everything I feel
It's gonna be sad
It's gonna be true
It's gonna be all i want to do
It's gonna be hard
It's gonna be tough
It's gonna be more than just enough
It's gonna be love
Oh, it's gonna be love

Mandy Moore

Ascella's purple foot

2004-09-22T05:21:00.000+08:00

oh you poor thing!! and you still don't know what it was that bit you? I know how you feel because my feet have swelled more times in my lifetime than I care to count. Grr.. My skin/blood? is super sensitive. Like a friggin ant(!) bite on my foot makes it balloon. Not always though..maybe its some kinda mystery insect too lol. But then big and pale and itchy feet arent the worst thing. A couple of months ago I stood in front of my fridge to get an apple or something from the veg drawer..THE WHOLE DAMN DRAWER ROLLED OFF THE FRIDGE and the edge of that stupid thing..the full weight of it! fell on the toenail of my big right toe!! IT WAS PAINFUL AS !&%#$&%* and I hobbled around for days. And I went out with my friends anyway. I had to leave early and get home on the train...bursting with the pain all the way. I MEAN SERIOUSLY..It hurt SO bad I couldnt stop cursing under my breath. okay..now the story gets graphic. My toe went from green to blue to purple. If my toe was below the level of my heart it throbbed it mad. Until one night my mom gave me the great idea to prick it, so i jabbed the damn thing with lots of holes with a needle and all the blood oozed out..Instant relief!! Ahhhhhh.... LOL

Oh yea..and some time later I lost the entire toenail...It's almost full grown now though, but it looks spastic. heh..

The creases on a book's spine are your sacrifice

2004-09-20T14:56:00.000+08:00

I entered this in the next voicesnet contest, while my permission slip for the first publication should be over the pacific right about now. Fingers crossed!

I Left My Beauty On The Floor

I left my beauty on the floor
Amongst the fragments of the vase
I broke that day;
Attempting vainly to ignore
The streaks across the mended face,
I hid myself away.

I cannot sew a broken plate,
Split by nature's sundering hand
When continents divide;
I lament and commiserate
Boundaries crashing on the sand,
Robbed by the jealous tide.

Estranged I to I in whole,-
My looking-glass is cracked;
Of it I inquired:
'Are you they whom I console,
Yet my resolution wrecked?'
My misery transpired.

A fissure danced over the land,
I had no want to scrutinize,-
I lay my custom in the earth.
By flowing stream and flora grand,
In the valley acclimatize
To liberation's birth.

© ~Scarlett

A poem about me

2004-09-18T02:42:00.000+08:00

First time anyone ever wrote a poem about me, albeit a joke one, and most unsually it's by my new friend, the beer drinkin, Missouri dwelling, 49-year old Jim! Haha thanks Jim =D This one made me lol!

scar is a poet
really he is
because he can see things
in a way other might not see
and then describe them in words
so other will understand them
yes it is true
scar is a poet........

The long wait

2004-09-16T20:23:00.000+08:00

Awaiting sings the truer tune
Than imagination of being,
Skip the crack and jump the gorge
Yet with a slipper missing.

Wandering in sepulchral lids,
I knitted each one tight,
Summoned again the trilling who
Besought my shoe last night.

© ~Scarlett 2004

A heart under a stone

2004-09-15T22:42:00.000+08:00

An epic romance,
with thanks to Marius and Monsieur Hugo.

The Address of One’s Soul

Amidst the Luxembourg espy
A lilting maiden passing by,
Proffer but a furtive glance
To cast the soul into a trance.

A book of poetry and verse,
With intention to rehearse
A symphony to serenade
The damsel on her promenade.

Sitting as if hewn of stone
Upon a distant bench alone,
Concealed by means of Byron’s art
Lest countenance betray the heart.

Amidst the Luxembourg espy
A trembling lip, a wistful sigh;
A forlorn fool who does not know
That he possesses her love also.

© ~Scarlett 2004

I'm a cold blooded killer

2004-09-11T00:53:00.000+08:00

This week they were showing the episode of the amazing race where the twins got eliminated, and damn that is just a pity. I'm wondering if anyone has ever distinguished between the two of them the whole time. Anyways, two nights later, which is like this morning, I dreamt that I was on something like the amazing race, with my gal pal sheena. Only I don't remember anything about racing, except that we were in Finland, which is, btw, quite a kick ass country to live in. I was trying hard to text message Jenni, who's finnish, but she doesn't reply, so she doesn't appear in the dream, but who should I meet besides Tanja who lives in Germany!

I have no idea what she was doing there, but then everything else pretty much disappears and I was hanging out with her having a great time. And interestingly enough, she lives in the old, old block of flats where my grandma's old home was, and where I spent a few years of my early childhood. Okay, this in no way reflects my relationship (as friends) with Tanja, but then we got to a part where she was trying to kiss me, and I said 'I don't know' with an embaressed smile and just offered a cheek. Ha..Tanja if you're reading this, take it that I was having lame preconcieved notions on the count of my thick skin.

Anyway, here's the freaky part. All of that stuff ended and suddenly I was a part of some fantasy, kung-fu, RPG warrior sect that wielded scimitars that looked something like this:

scimitar

I was going around CHOPPING the heads off all these people, who thankfully didn't look like ordinary folk I'm sure, but sort other sort of fighter army. CHOP CHOP CHOP, and I could remember seeing the lines where the flesh seperated the skin and the bone, in a neat cross section of the neck like a grilled, cheese stuffed salami. It felt pretty good, except for the stronger enemies (who probably had higher experience levels) on whom I was only able to make a cut on the neck with each swipe, and I felt myself cringe at the thought of the pain. The boss who was armed with a ten foot pair of scissors took care of those lil shits. Oh yea.. But other than that, I was a pretty happy butcher out there. I'm thinking that this might have something to do with the lord of the rings movie marathon (the first and second movie) I watched on HBO last week, but then this isn't the only killing rampage dream I've had. Some time ago I had a hand gun. I was pumping rounds into these people like nobody's business, without hearing the the usual loud cracks of shots. I was trying to stop this guy from coming towards me and I busted like a dozen caps all over his body, aiming at his chest and his legs and his arms and palms so he would be sure to stay. It seemed like it was done in self-defence, but then I never felt a shred of terror at what was going on. Just kept shooting. Yea..that was pretty insane. Anyone care to explain these midnight massacres?

Which That '70s Show Character Are You?

2004-09-08T01:00:00.000+08:00

Whuiskas, you're like Jackie

Jackie

We wouldn't be surprised to hear that you know your hip huggers from your hot pants. Like Jackie, you keep up with trends and have a flair for fashion. You know that looking your best gets you noticed and a good outfit can make all the difference. Besides, a new pair of shoes or a funky shirt can bring you up when you're feeling down. Not that that happens too often.

For the most part, you're an upbeat and energetic individual. Maybe it's your good looks and great style. Or maybe it's your sassy spirit that kicks things up a notch. Whatever it is, don't lose it. You've already got fans lining up!

Haha..outasite!!

Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder..

2004-09-07T23:42:00.000+08:00

Perfection is impossible, and therefore, one who is imperfect cannot be said to be beautiful in its entirety, or at all. Reality is but perception. What seems to matter, nontheless, is how one fairs in a consensus. Should more people percieve one to be beautiful, the more it appears that she becomes just that; closer to that perfection, but never achieving it. If it is all a matter of perspective, it is no wonder that dissaproval, even in singularity, and despite being amongst the approval of a multitude, causes the illusion created by those prior affirmations of beauty to suffer dissipation. To be human is to be vain, and vanity is inherently insecure. She does not believe the compliment, and she cannot accept disparagement, with the same diffidence as in the prior dilemma by attaching gravity in excess to it. She has given up her worth for the frivolous barter of public opinion, and in hanging her self-esteem upon her ears, she has irrevocably evicted it from within her breast. Alas!

If it ain't broke, don't fix it!

2004-09-07T04:52:00.000+08:00

Mindsay has come up with some new version shennaigan for its blog site, and wiped out every member's page of its settings, designs, addons, html etc etc, mutilated all the pictures, and all thats left is the text. While mine was pretty simple, I spent 20 minutes trying to get it back to looking like it used to and it was one major pain the ass. So..I moved here..and heres one heckova post. It's a good thing I've been there like a month plus and only have about a dozen posts. I tell you..some of those people spent some serious time prettying up their pages, and they're not gonna get all the hard work back. What a gyp..geez.

I made this page about the same time as I first started out there, and I chose Mindsay because I had a friend there. She's gonna be pissed too. In any case..welcome to the new whuiskas publication! =d

Archived from old blog

2004-09-07T04:51:00.000+08:00

September 4, 2004 6:48 AM

You like french tarts?

I've always read Roald Dahl as a child, and a few years ago while I was still in school, I read Revolting Rhymes again after many years. This was what came of it, and I've always wished that someone would illustrate the story! That would be major cool. I haven't written anything else like it since then..but maybe I would try it again when I'm in good humor someday =d

Enjoy =D

Five Hundred Quiches

Billy Blompkin once again,
Hungered for some Quiche Lorraine.
He eagerly tottered down the street
With a tappity-tap upon his feet.
Billy never looked more glad
To see a sign that proudly declared:
'Fifty thousand quiches sold!'
(This credit claimed by Billy the Bold).
'Ivan's Deli', the shop was named;
T'was Billy's doing that it was famed
'Oh gee! Oh my! Billy cried,
'Something's stirring in my inside!'
The smell of quiches wafted through
The air and Billy's appetite grew.
He would still declare today
That nothing beat a quiche's bouquet.
Billy entered and was promptly tabled
In this lil deli where he was fabled.
He smacked his lips, ready for the ride
And Ivan came whizzing to his side.
'Start'em coming! Billy hollered,
Looking sharp and stiffly collared.
'Good morning, Sir! How many today?'
'Make it snappy! Bring the whole tray!'
If Billy had a thousand wishes
Every one would've been quiches.
Without a second of delay,
Billy laid eyes on the tray.
Piping hot! Just out of the oven!
Twelve golden quiches baked by Ivan.
Billy closed his eyes and sniffed
A heavenly aroma with every whiff.
He cracked his knuckles and wriggled his toes,
Grinning madly he wrinkled his nose.
'I'm hungry today! Billy announced;
'500 quiches! he clearly pronounced.
499 quiches was the world record,
Billy's pappy set that on his own accord.
'500 quiches! You heard the boy!'
Ivan yelled to the kitchen with joy.
'Heat up the ovens! Whip the dough!
We need more quiches! Billy's on a row!'
Out of the ovens the tarts kept flying,
As Billy chewed with perfect timing.
Quiche after quiche as Billy guzzled,
The spectators were truly puzzled.
If you were there you would agree,
Never a greater sight you would see,
Than a sight of Billy eating with pleasure,
It'd stretch your mind to the greatest measure
He didn't care if his buttons would pop;
Not for a minute did Billy stop.
The trays piled on and got higher,
But nothing would make Billy tire.
'Jumpin Jiminy! was the people's roar!
'Is it safe to give him more?'
'Keep'em coming! Don't stop now!'
Ivan whooped, 'He could eat a cow!'
He kept munching as the record neared,
Skittery and jittery, Ivan tugged his beard.
'Master Blompkin you mustn't stop!
We'll be getting that Guinness spot!'
'Call the Mayor! Ring the papers!
Tell the world our deli's the greatest!'
Four hundred and eighty-nine! Oh, ninety!
Billy chomped at quiches aplenty.
The deli was packed; the doors were open
With tons of people Texan and Hoboken.
They watched on with tense anticipation;
The Mayor stood by to give his congratulation.
Then suddenly, without a warning,
Billy's strength seemed to be falling.
He rolled his eyes and frowned a little;
As Ivan gasped and began to quiver.
'Billy my boy, whatever is wrong?
You're at 499 and going strong!'
Eyeing the last quiche Billy prodded it a little;
He sniffed it well and gave it a nibble.
'This quiche's no good! It's gone to pot!
Why on earth does it taste like rot?
The hams too chewy and the egg is runny,
Why in fact the crust tastes really funny!'
'Goodness gracious! You mustn't worry!
I'll get a new one in a hurry!'
Sweating beads Ivan called to the kitchens,
'A new tray, quick! Forget your mittens!'
Through the door a young baker walked,
Stuttering as he tried to talk.
In a squeaky whisper he tried to speak;
'What is wrong? Tell me quick!'
'We haven't any dough left, Boss.'
(His words were hard to catch)
'That one there was from last week's batch.'
Billy stood up and said, 'I'm full.
Excuse me, but I need the loo.'

© ~Scarlett 2001

September 3, 2004 11:00 AM

Jubilation!

This poem has been the most difficult to write thus far, and it was a work in progress for an unusually long period of time. It is also the most important, because it celebrates the birth of a very special baby, and it is also long due. This one, little child, is for you.

Amira Dionne Proessler

Amira

Beauty to blind the resplendence
Of morning blooms an ocean;
Wherefore by which precipitate
Romeo of his devotion.

A voice to melt the frozen caps
And wake the butterfly;
Serenade the waning moon,-
More sweet than Juliet's sigh.

An ancient soul of earthen depths
In knowledge, truth and wisdom;
May literature serve faithfully
Thy Palladian kingdom.

A gentle heart of innocence,-
Beat kindness and affection;
Flower in the rapture of thy
Mother's loving protection.

A sacred birth ordained by He
Who names each bird and tree;
Await thy royal destiny,
God's blessing be with thee.

© ~Scarlett
2nd September 2004

ecstasybarbie-
Awwww!
I want a baby....!

Can't wait to have one... I'm going to be one of those preggas women who walk around with their belly hanging out for the world to see. :)

Anyone wanna go halves in a baby? ;)

August 19, 2004 3:05 PM

Inner child

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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mixtapegirl
Hello, I really love your work in here.

I am going to add you to my friends list -- hope you don't mind.

August 7, 2004 7:19 AM

For Mom, because you loved me ~

The leaf upon a lofty branch
Above a sea of green,-
The highest in the canopy
By means of roots unseen.

The nestling calls with gaping beak,
Its eyes upon the sky;
Satiety a mystery,-
He does not question why.

The delta feeds the raging tides
In glorious expanse;
Oblivious, the loyal river
To him, her might dispense.

The knight thrusts his fearsome lance
With deadly aim and speed,
Not by the power of his hand
But by his noble steed.

The lunar orb of majesty
Mortality genuflects;
The fiery vigor of the sun
In truth, the moon reflects.

The brilliance of accomplishment-
From self- it does not come;
But by the spirit, and the hope
Of the loving one.

© ~Scarlett

August 6, 2004 1:05 PM

Beware of online poetry contest scams

All amatuer poets beware...Use extreme caution before submitting your work to online poetry contests. The best example: The International Library of Poetry (www.poetry.com) aka International Society of Poets aka whatever whatever (they operate under many more names) will most likely accept any crap you sent them and MAKE YOU PAY for the book, and ONLY THEN will your work be guaranteed publishing. Online non-profit organizations may not be able to afford to pay you but you should never have to pay them for your work! That's just idiotic and they're called 'vanity presses'. This scam is bloody disgusting >=(

I won't explain much more, here are a few links to inform everyone out there. They have other tips like how to know if a contest is a scam, and which contests are legit and worth entering. Find organizations which are all about the art, and never out to get your money. Good luck! p.s Voicesnet is legit heheh.

http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/aa070301a.htm
http://www.authorsden.com/ae/viewnews.asp?AuthorID=8294&id=8991
http://windpub.com/literary.scams/ripoffs.htm
http://www.windpub.com/literary.scams/ilp.htm
http://www.authorsden.com/externalsite.asp?authorID=8294&destURL=http://www.ripoffreport.com

ascellasilvia
thanks for the compliment! lol I'm a layout freak. I read some of your poetry btw, I love it!

lumberjack84
exactly. My stuff has been up for numerous awards. I just submitted things (crap things) for the heck of it once. I think it's sad people actually do pay.

evinc
Haha I was forced to enter one of those in ninth grade... I should write my teacher a letter demanding full reimbursement!

August 6, 2004 12:09 PM

I don't want to talk about it

Life's Reticent Ballet

The parting of the lips is liken
To gazing at the sun;
Only daffodils receive the flame
From whence their buds begun.

The seal of tongue remains unmoved
To suffer fissure and blood;
Bracing years of icy winds,
Its charge- the throat to guard.

The secret grain the pearl protects,
Forever the oyster keeps;
Guarding the jewel jealously,
Of it she never speaks.

Who lays a kiss upon the earth
Returning every year?
The snowflake grants its sacred gem
To none but Gaia's ear.

From spirits of the natural
Flows time- the sole valet
Of secrets and of confidence,-
Life's reticent ballet.

© ~Scarlett

August 6, 2004 9:26 AM

Congratulations! Your Poem has been Selected for Publication
From: poetrycontest@voicesnet.com
To: whuiskas@yahoo.com
Subject: Congratulations! Your Poem has been Selected for Publication by VoicesNet
Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2004 08:20:40 -0400

Dear Scarlett,

VoicesNet.com has become a leading internet Literary organization advocating literacy and volunteer programs, providing free international poetry competitions, providing online poetry workshops, publishing poetry
to the Web and its multiple poetry publications and providing many other services.

On an average day, 20,000 webpages are viewed at VoicesNet.com and VoicesNet.org by over 3,000 visitors. Currently, over 37,000 members subscribe to the VoicesNet mailing list.

The VoicesNet Anthology poetry books have been shipped to customers in 36 countries. The VoicesNet poetry contests are known as legitimate poetry competitions around literary circles on the Internet. During the
VoicesNet competitions, thousands of poem submissions are received from talented writers from all around the world.

All of the poems that are submitted are read and reviewed by VoicesNet judges. The finest poems are selected for publication in the VoicesNet Anthology International Poetry Competition books, which are produced
every 3 months.

Recently you participated in the VoicesNet Anthology International Poetry Competition and it is an honor to inform you that your poem, "THE MUD UPON THE GRAVEL", was selected for publication. Congratulations.

VoicesNet.com is not a vanity press. Every poem that is received is
not selected. We receive and have declined thousands of poems since we
started judging in January of 2002. We have received and judged over
55,000 poems since we started our contests.

Blah blah blah...

You do not have to order a book to have your poem published. A signed permission slip is all that is needed, and possibly a parent signature if you are under 18 years of age. You will retain the copyright on your published work.

YAY!

rozalind-
i liked reading your stuff, its very good:-)

Congratulations!
Hey pal...OMG, congratulations to you! I'm really happy for you! Hehe...You are one heck of a poem writer to me...Congrats to you again! I'm so proud of you! Haha...Keep up those great poems! I'll see you online soon...
~~kent~~
P/s: Do you know where can I get a copy of the book they're publishing? Thanks!

icystalk
Re: Congratula... Your Poem has been Selected for Publicatio...
hey dude congratz...noe you were gd with your language but nv noe tat u could write such wonderful poems 0.0 wow...continue writing...u'll make it big one day :)

August 5, 2004 4:32 PM

Riding life
~

The Vagrant

I sit at the end of the train,
A foot on a knee I prop;
Gazing through the window pane,
Slowly my eyelids drop.

I sit at the end of the road
Wondering where I am;
The destination I have bode,
I'll tarry while I can.

I sit at the end of my thoughts
Where imagination lies
In parcels of divided lots,
Fleeting as butterflies.

I sit at the end of my days,-
The journey made no sense,
For frivolous and vagrant ways
There is no recompense.

© ~Scarlett

August 5, 2004 6:28 AM

Two faces, one voice
~

The Twin Within

He is I and I am she,-
Comprehend duality;
Disregard physiognomy,-
Incarcerated minds set free.

The womb creates divinity,
Inhales the breath of Mercury;
Be it mere psychology?
Nay, a Geminian reverie!

© ~Scarlett

Fm:Amelia
It is nice
I find this poem the nicest of the few that you have composed...

August 4, 2004 12:20 PM

Have faith in destiny
~ for Bernice

The Mud Upon The Gravel

To walk, to go, but not travel;
The mud upon the gravel
Mirrors the face of my soul,-
It knows, it shows, no control.
And you looked.

To feel each note, caressing
A wordless song in blessing;
A whisper of a benediction,-
It stills, it heals, the dereliction.
And you listened.

To live a story not one's own
And come acquaint the unbeknown;
Amongst the crowd it passes by,-
It wakes, it breaks, a secret cry.
And you touched.

To hope with fervency divine
And trust in destiny sublime;
Melt the frost upon the wing
Of the dove that sings for spring.
And you thought.

Think and surely you will know,-
Fate will inexorably flow;
Touch, and forget not to feel,
Soften the earth with rain anew.

Listen close and you will hear
A promise to banish your fear;
Look, recognize the one you see,-
It is I- T'was always me.

Dance the celestial melody,-
A song of stellar rhapsody;
Revolutions of the fortune wheels,
Return me to Elysian fields.

© ~Scarlett

bernice
awww!! That is so incredibly beautiful. I'm speachless.

nirvanaholic666
You didn't have anything about midgets in there :(

kent
A great poem!
I really liked the poem and I think you expressed it well...I'm sorry I'm not literated enough to understand it as a whole but I think it was really good!

August 3, 2004 2:32 PM

If you could see yourself
~
This is really more of a fun rhyme than a poem..

Blondie

A glow behind a picture frame
A smile, no three! I said hello
The heart is one we cannot tame
'I could love you', I wrote below

All her race and kin insulted
I laughed aloud; not at the jokes
But still so hard a cramp resulted
Her voice a fresh breeze evokes

Sing to me! her grace demands
Does it flow blue? Alas, it's pink!
So I sing, as she commands
She'd stop giggling, you would think!

Kisses blown and I would swoon
T'was then I thought that it could be
I wondered and gazed upon the moon
Till he stepped in and cast me free

A ten, an eight, I wouldn't care
Suffice to know that breeze is close
To this faraway pseudo debonair
I am content! in juxtapose

© ~Scarlett

August 3, 2004 2:03 PM

For what the morrow brings...
it is brought by hope.

Sing to me the song of the stars of your galaxy
Dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dream's so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again

~ Only Hope - A Walk to Remember

This is the beginning...

bernice
That's a beautiful song. I love it. I learned how to sign most of it.
:-D
bernice

whuiskas
yea...very beautiful. it's my background music that plays over and over when I'm not listening to anything else on the puter. The movie broke my heart ="(

kent
It's a beautiful song!
Hey pal...I think it is a beautiful and meaningful song...It touches my heart everytime I hear it played over my CD player...

kent
A great movie!
It's really a great movie! I've never watched a movie that breaks my heart so much but at the same time taught me the real meaning of falling in love...Such a beautiful movie!