Right now, I am writing this because I have forgot to write all this week, and I am finishing off one of my bottles of krug Grande Cuvee champagne, and I feel that I should vomit some words before I get completely mangled and end up stripping for a certain someone again, resulting in me dressing up in world war II uniform and buying even more champagne and then……. Oh dear I think I will stop right there!

So pigeons have now skipped a few million years in the chain of evolution and have now developed the marvellous capability of operating mobile phones, namely, the ability to send text messages.

I suggest if you don’t know what I am referring to, or if I am right, you probably have left this site and ventured over to youtube by now, read my previous article in reference to a secret terrorist group of armed pigeons that are stalking me.

I nearly fell of my chair with laughter when my CrackBerry’s red light starting flashing and I received the following text message:

+447910***583
Send me a picture of you and ur cock.

To which, after one regained his deformed non existent composure, decided to ignore it only to receive the same again, after about an hour.

So I decided to reply with:

+4479(Décort)
Why don’t you grow the fuck up and stop texting me.

So I pondered on who this may be and then discovered that my mobile number had somehow made its way onto my facebook page through setting up facebook on the CrackBerry, so I very quickly removed it and then de-friended anybody I didn’t know or had recently added me, as they would be a possible suspect right?

+447910***583
Tim, 25, big cock, I take it you don’t want any man on man fun?

That’s when I just ignored it, clearly somebody is having a laugh or somebody out there really thinks that they can get a one nighter just by randomly texting people on facebook? I dunno, but either way I was like whatever, so that’s the end of that saga.

And if your wondering is that the real number they sent me the text from, then just to satisfy your curiosity, yes it is! I thought I won’t activate brain system profile “King Bitch of Bitchistan”, and blank out the middle three numbers!

Can feel the champers kicking in now, so I gotta make it quick….

I meant to emit my toxic opinion on this last week but forgot (thank god I wrote opinion, spell checker usually changes it to onion, and emitting my toxic onion is not something you will ever hear me say) (no offence to the French), Private investigators working for the Madeline McCann investigation in old’el Portugal-o have released an E-fit of a woman who supposedly went up to a random man (or woman Portugal’s gender appearances can be confusing at times) at a bar and said “have you brought me my new daughter” a few hours after Maddie went missing from her hotel.

Now, what made me slightly confused, and slightly lose all composure in the corner shop when I saw this e-fit and the headline that followed, is that the world media are saying the woman is a VICTORIA BECKHAM LOOKALIKE.

Hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha Ime nearly on the floor right now just seeing this “lookalike” of Vicki Peckham!

If I was Victoria I would sue news international, associated press and anyone else that says that thing looks like her, I mean don’t get me wrong, I hate the bitch (I don’t know her) but I just think she is a conceited twig from a family that grew up with gold an platinum plated spoons in the town of Fuckinghamshire UK. But that is just wrong!, one word Vicki Peckham = SHAME! Hahah!

Anyway, enough of me being childish, one must go devour the remains of the veuve clicquot left in the fridge, this bottles finished, and I can feel my other dark personality fighting its way through the funny personality.

So on that note, Enjoy what ever your doing right now (probably avvin a w**k at your desk, watching youtube or plotting to murder me),

I am now going to self medicate, and drink my champagne.

Adieu!

For some reason, I want to shower but I wanted to wait until 4am. I’m very awake. I really want to shower, but I don’t know what was I afraid of. I can hear myself breathing, sleeping. But instead I’m here, waiting for my shower.

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My apologies to all the readers(if any) out there, I had been busy with my work, attending dinner events, photo taking and such..

Kept me really occupied, will update soon!

By the way, I just got my flickr site up, be sure to stay tuned for more photographs! but first.. you’ll have to visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/clars-pj 

Quote: don’t dream because its over, dont cry because it has happened

don’t tear n say something’s in your eye, be brave to stand and kiss goodbye, be merry and be jolly, don’t forget for peace for harmony.. carpe diem n live tomorrow

Love,
C.E

I’m thinking of children today, thinking about what kind of life they should be living in the future, thinking about the happiness they get to be showered, thinking about them.. just thinking..

I saw a family of two, mother and son today, while on my way to work, one of the busiest places, it was the town filled with working people on the weekdays and party animals during the weekends and festive seasons.. Yes, today might be your yesterday, but today’s today is a Thursday..

They aroused my attention, no offenses but they do not look like belong to the modern society.
Boy’s Mom carries a black polka dotted tote bag, which looks like it was from the 8Os..
Boy carries a retro sling bag, orange and black.. and it looked like it was from one of the 2nd hand marts somehow. He carries a sling-ed water bottle, has messy hair..

Appearance, like i said, its what they are wearing which makes them look special, no sarcasms whatsoever: I can’t recall how boy’s mom dressed herself, so i presume she looks rather ok.. what caught my attention was the boy, dressed in a Cartoon character tee, a pair of shorts that we would only wear to bed nowadays..
Both of them were speaking in cantonese, but i’m pretty sure they are locals.

Surprisingly, boy is giggling along with his mother. I’m definitely sure, they still have their sanity.
Arose from this attention which led me thinking..

We had been pursuing all our materialistic needs and thinking that money is about everything in life..

Have we lost what i saw just now? Love? Kinship?

Or just a battling war between families over rights, inheritance or perhaps more from their predecessors?
Paid Sex?
Divorces over arguments?
Incapability to accept whoever for whatever?
Bringing the Past into the future?
And for everything else?

I’m thinking, are we, fit enough to be parents for our kids in the future? Even if we are poor, are we able to bring the kinship and love to them?
Or will we get frustrated and become a ragefully vengeful person just because we are as poor as the rat in the church house?
Will we be straitened by all these burdens, problems and challenges for our upcoming Further developing adulthood?
Are we able not to only provide our offspring with food, water and a shelter but also Love, Warmth, Care and Concern?
Lastly: Are we even be fit enough to be married? THEN have children?

Money’s everything that could be provided to our children, they bring love and joy as well.. Well this statement.. I beg to differ.

 Children are the love essences of many fond wishes, once they lived in that blissful happiness.

Love,
C.E

This was shared with me by Clar.isse.. thanks for the permission to put this up! =P

Me: I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.

Gohonzon : What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.

Me: Don’t know. But I cant find free time. Life has become hectic. It’s rush hour all the time.

Gohonzon : Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results.
Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.

Me: I understand. But I still can’t figure out. Tell me, why has life become complicated now?

Gohonzon : Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.

Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?

Gohonzon : Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit.
That’s why you are not happy.

Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?

Gohonzon : Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty. .

Gohonzon : Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?

Gohonzon : Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don’t suffer.
With that experience their life become better not bitter.

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?

Gohonzon : Yes. In every terms, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why cant we be free from problems?

Gohonzon : Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons
(to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you! are free from problems.

Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don’t know where we are heading…

Gohonzon : If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.Look inside.. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.

Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?

Gohonzon : Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.

Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?

Gohonzon : Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.

Me: What surprises you about people?

Gohonzon : when they suffer they ask, “why me?” When they prosper, they never ask “Why me” Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I cant get the answer.

Gohonzon : Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.

Me: How can I get the best out of life?

Gohonzon : Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.

Gohonzon : Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don’t believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs.

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Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live. “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that took our breath away! ” Believe that all powers are within ourselves.

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Alright.. as usual.. I will write something.. heres some kind of inspiration I gathered after the read..

Problems:

P-eople

r-elate

o-rdinary

b-urdens

l-argely

e-motionally

m-agnifying-ly

s-ubconsciously attached

Thanks again Aunty!

Love,
C.E

Good news! (For me at least)

I’ll be getting a camera finally, misplaced my I-Mobile 902 sometime ago..

Well the camera that was attached to 902 was indeed great, took a lot of great shots with it too..

Goes to say, good things don’t last for too long.

I hope I’ll be able to grab some decent shots with the most time I have, I’m pretty sure I will suck at it, so please bear with me for now.

Love,
C.E

Hi all !

I’m sorry for not writing in sooner.. been really busy with my personal stuff in and out.. Probably the reason why i didn’t have much time to think about things, hence my ideas for writings have declined slightly.

But no worries, i will write soon, infact i have some ideas in mind already. Thanks to my regular friends whom i chat with almost everyday.

For now, i’ll update a lil on my life,

December’s coming, i’m organizing my own birthday, gotta attend my friend’s wedding, my mom’s birthday, 2 other friend’s birthday, writing and sending xmas cards to loads of my friends and prolly to organize a X’mas or NY celebration between myself and friends.

December is a busy month! Especially when i have so much to plan for!

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The festive seasons of mull reasons
The joyous occasions with laughters and happiness
The festive greetings with words in white
The festive love are you and mine
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Live the Dreams
Laugh the smiles
Love the emotions

Highlight me!
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Love is just love itself and nothing else
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Signing off..

Love,
C.E

it happens about almost everyday that we would always seek for the truths
but truths are commonly not often occurred or told by anyone or by any environment.

so what makes a truth important?

For Better understanding?
Out of Curiosity?
Out of Hatred?

What good would it bring when you find out something truth?

I think we all carry some expectations at the very point of time when we’re about to hear the truth, just like all men, we just want to hear what appeases us.

But what if we don’t? What if we hear something we wouldn’t have expected?

Maybe i’m wrong, but sometimes, i try to be a little pessimistic yet more on being optimistic when im expecting something. I try not to expect too much for too little, however, i tend to be the one who gives more. often.

Give and don’t expect anything in return.

How many people are able to do that in a modern world like this?
when all the common activities we do everyday are like;

We work, for money
We pay more, and we get more

Are there anymore gratitude amongst humans?
Or whats left is just sheer bit?
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Comments please, i want to hear them.

Till then..

Love,
C.E

I want to talk about white lies.

Does a white lie really exist?
or we could simply call it.. just a cover up deceit? Some gesture, self reproach that makes the “liar” feel better somehow?

Lets go into a scenario..
What happens when someone you know, isn’t the same as before? He/she is now out to lie, you know loads of stuff, but you’re just keeping hush about it.
See now how much hurt can a White lie cause?
What if the person that someone lied to, is actually someone who’s good with analyzing?

So what’s the total good of lying or whatever, telling a White lie?
If the lie was revealed, had you ever thought how worse it could be?
How would you feel if you happen to be the one to find out that someone whom you were close to, had been lying to you?
Likewise how would you feel, if you got to know 10 years later, that all your lies weren’t covered up enough?
Strangely, you might think.. why should you bother? but at the same time, if you didn’t bothered, why did you lie?

Irony, a lie could be good and bad at the same time.

Not to offend anyone but lying is not a nice thing to do..
One of the ways to be true to people is to start being true to yourself.
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Lies, black or white
truth, often whys
told, many lies
so, why?

well yeah.. sorry i bragged a lil too much.

Lets look at the past, and the present..

Common saying like..

• Policemen used to be only in shorts and low ranked officers carried batons only.
• Ice kachang used to be served on your hand, just a ball of colored Ice.
• Cellular phones which were proven to be able to act as a Crab shell cracker, not forgetting its 10 CM long antenna you could dig your ears,nose or even asshole with.
• CRT Televisions that cost-ed like a thousand just for a 29″, they weigh like 10-15 kilograms back then.. free delivery though.
• Those days were the era for, New Kids on the Block, Madonna, MLTR, BackstreetBoys, U2, Coldplay, Firehouse, POLICE, Stylistics, Carpenters, ABBA and so much more(Sorry for the mess. lol)
• Back then,Clogs and Converse covered slippers were so IN..(For those Hooligans jr) not forgetting our BATA canvas shoes that we wear em to school everyday, soiled and dirty all the time
• Ahh.. the slow dancing when its playing.. hmm..”Wonderful tonight by E.C” .. men and women.. where only 2 persons get intimate.. unlike the modern clubs.. *ECK!
• Bell bottom jeans that kept our shopping centers clean. Levis didnt had em, do they?
• Accountants with thick spectacles eying on a handsome 10kg typewriter.
• Not Monthly but Daily Calenders, remember those that we have to tear the page daily? they can be folded into paper planes though
• 20cents capsule machines.. shiny cards, bouncing balls or just another surprise..
• Long hair, men and women.. Longest from face down wins.
• Boys and girls armed with insect repellent, paperclip cases, pails, fish nets and plastic bags. Spiders, grasshoppers, fishies from the canal.
• Test papers that stink and btw.. they look really brown..
• Writing a diary was such a trend for little girls and sissy boys,back then, reading wasn’t very much allowed. we see blogs everywhere now even on national television.

Its neverending.. anyone wanna contribute so that i could add on?
we all know that theres so much more.. i can’t think of much more now.. some of the contribution were by Casin and Ryan Yap. Thanks peeps!
To continue.. well.. we looked and kinda pondered back where we were left at.. yes.. the 19th century..
Why is there a need a the change? Why do we have to go through a revolution? Call me nostalgic but i prefer the past than the present..

well.. maybe its because we were young and naive then, enough said.. need me explain more?
well.. i would call it.. An Advocate of Zero Stress & Problems..

Feel free to comment.. i’m sleepy already.. so.. till then..

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my wishing well
my wishing well
wont you wish my wishes well

Not yesterday but today..

A gentle breeze from the past swept me.. such reminiscence from my faded old memory.. thoughts of someone and histories i could have altered..

My Studies

My Relationship(s)

My Family

My Hobbies

My -self.

My friends

coming from the old nostalgic me.. whats next?

It’s the second day of my 2050th week on earth, or lesser.. flipping through the pages of my storybook.. I managed to finally finish reading “Tuesdays with Morrie”, first book i ever read finished since my Secondary school days..

All the bad things has to come to an end.. Learning to forgive yourself is the only key to start forgiving others..

I’ll write again! Meanwhile..

Times passes by gently
yet so quickly
some dreams came true
some dont bloom..

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life is hard, like a chilli tart
how i wish i could let a fart
tinkle wishes miles of dreams
cries of me, from within.