soul entree
from my hands i could give you
something that i made
from my mouth i could sing you another brick that i laid
from my body i could show you a place god knows
you should know the space is holy
do you really want to go?
say it right
the architect
Dean. competitive swimming is my game. i figured i could be a lifeguard but that means i would be letting more swimmers drown in the pool. my speech and my thoughts doesn't seem to have a common understanding with each other. i hardly have time to take new pictures of myself. materializing architect. blatant, derailed, mirthful, coy.
on government service. wtf.
birthday: 13061987
location: singapore
killing time bag
photgraphy, photoshop, competitive swimming, brown paper, long bus rides, lifeguarding, stoning while flipping thru GQ, chilling with pals at any coffee branch, music, purchasing A&F and American Eagle Outfitters, reading literature text, submerging through books that says World History 1900 - 1997 & excessive clubbing.
blog
02 July 2006
masked men in tight body hugging clothes. what do you get? a huge bunch of girls screaming and fantisizing bout them with their enigmatic superhero. girls will go beserk, therefore im not going to watch Superman. haha
i was darn bored this week. so i went on to youtube.com to catch funny clips that are able to tickle whats left of my funny-bones. before hand, jaryl had told me to catch a spoof of Oprah done by the madtv crew. four thumbs up (if i can find the other two thumbs) to the bitch who played both the roles of whitney houston and oprah. she is fucking hilarious and darn talented. BOBBY!
well, another rehearsal for ndp has just pass and im getting darker. wtf?! anyway, i saw ben reading this awfully thick book during one of the long breaks. upon asking what book he was reading, he replied chemistry. wtf?! boy, university starts only in 2008. thats like a long time to go. haha cant blame him though for his kiasu-ism. ive decided to make a conscious effort in getting aquainted with the academic realm. therefore, i got for myself new books to re-ignite my mind. hmm sounds like im burning my brains. anyway, i dont want to end up like one of my section sergeant.
sgt: eh dean come here.
dean: yes sgt. *suspicious feeling flowed.
sgt: (brought a book towards dean) eh what does vivaciously means?
dean: erm a strong passionate feeling? like enthusiastically.
sgt: eh simpler can?
dean: oh, all out for.
sgt: chey. i thought so too.
dean: *right
so in other words, i dont wanna be the himbo that enters f.a.s.s with nothing in my mind, totally brainwashed by time. haha my condolences to my sgt. hope he is able to complete his book.
this week, fortunately, we didnt get kfc for lunch during ndp. instead we got siamkitchen food. haha despite that, i feel like puking my food out coz i felt damn weird after eating two icecreams with rice combo. bad experience. now, i know who to blame when i got attack with food poisening.
just my luck, anyway, i guess its time for me to stop regretting bout getting transfered out if command school and landing in some place else. some stuff happens for a reason, all i can do now is to perform my best to contribute to the organization.
I set out on a narrow way many years ago. Hoping I would find true love along the broken road. But I got lost a time or two. Wiped my brow and kept pushing through. I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you. Every long lost dream lead me to where you are. Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars.Pointing me on my way into your loving arms. This much I know is true. That God blessed the broken road. That led me straight to you.
