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.
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23 January 2007
other voices, other rooms.
takes etched in bold and hard black pencil.
-when plain papers meet pen.
i appreciate the moments.
i appreciate the touch.
most important of all,
i admire your thoughts.
I will remember.
song in mind- Amie, Damien Rice.
04 January 2007
so easy how we come undone.
honestly for today's entry, my mind is plagued with questions that are just bugging to be either solved or answered. loads of stuff happened to me this week, and its only the first week of 'glorious' 2007. *give me a break! i for once, just feel like washing my hands off of all problems that doesn't pertain to me but being one who has a heart on its shoulder, *not literally please, just can't help it but to plunge into it. why?
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you'd 'B'
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places.
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've felt so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science.
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me.
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms.
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep it.
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms.
song in mind- Set The Fire To The Third Bar, Snow Patrol.
28 December 2006
pretty good years ahead.
i'm going to dedicate this entry solely and soul-ly to my favourite topic; random. also other related or used as; random-ness; random-ity or the ever so colloquial, so random sia! its the result of doing babysitting for three days straight. yes, yours truly had to place his ass at home and watch his little brother parade around the house, while uplifting his big brother's notes and books, during my block leave. i'd like to curse and swear mother nature, sorry dudette, for letting me down this WET december. probably, my smart mum figured out that since it has been raining the whole past month, my son wouldn't have the chance to step out of this house, he calls it hell, to do his swimming, to the gym, running or even going out with his pals. *you scheming crafty mum!* hello mum i'm dying trapped in this four paneled shelter. i feel that i'm getting bigger. no,
not the, imakidandi'mgettingbigger nonsense, but more of im pumping more and more cellulite into me body.
body to dean: *see la, stay at home some more!
dean to body: (in my defense) i wanted to go out and swim this past three days but it has been raining non stop. which idiot swims when it rains??
body to dean: *excuses!!
dean to body: *roll eyes.
one day i need to tape up my whole body conscious. (if there is ever one) its getting out of hand. i might turn out to be the extreme version of joan of arcadia. go figure.
oh Hercules s/o Zeus (s/o reads as son of), how the 7 levels of hell can i get your type of body?? being blessed with a well function body is already a blessing. and to make your body look more toned, ripped, hercules-ish and appealing just means that you take pride with the gift god gave. after going through BMT (basic military training), my body was fortunate to have shaped itself into what you guys might have seen or peeked. anyway, my main qualm is on how to maintain it and taking it a step further. no no i'm not aiming for bodybuilder Simon Chua's standard, but one with symmetrical torso, slight peek of abs, broad shoulders, tone legs and defined biceps and deltoids. so please hercules, enlighten me! thats the fortunate part i received from going through fun and vigour in BMT. the unfortunate part that i 'attained" was my acne cum pimple attack on my face. once in a while, when i meet up with my jc pals along the street or even my juniors in school, they always unleashed out this question; "what happened to your face?" my reaction; *speechless. Oh Diana, goddess of moon, tell me the secrets of not making my face look like the heavenly body you reside. *ok dean you've just made yourself sound like himbo, or a bimbo.fortunately, the problem has ease itself. washing my face three times a day and drinking plenty of water doesn't seem to help that much. oh well its time for me to pay a visit to the nearby friendly almost too perfect dermatologists. and yes, let me emphasise on the 'pay' part. can smell my moolahs getting burn. hope it gets better soon. i think its human nature, if i can call, for an individual to want to look good in the eyes of the public. looking good is such a serious business that to certain individuals, it reflects upon their self esteem. ok citizens of planet earth, lets strive for a healthier body and a higher self esteem. OPRAH!!
speaking of looking your best, i need couple of stuff.
1) dark grey pants
2) new pair of dumbells (*emphasize on the word PAIR, at the mean time i only have one side)
3) ear piece for my mp3 player.
Santa didn't appear. =(
a brand new year is drawing soon. let us do the norm, tilt our heads down and wish for a better year ahead. i have not even scheme my 2007 goals. all that is in my mind now is 2008; ORD!
ok, another aimless, thoughtless entry.
*taking a glorious bite out of the whole world.
song in mind- You Could Be Happy, Snow Patrol.
25 December 2006
christmas sock.
If only Santa could fit you into my christmas sock.
let us deviate for a moment, and talk about tarot. now now, i'm not a big fan of tarot cards or an acute believer of such future telling methods. but i was intrigued by its "ohsoalmostneartoperfect" readings that my friends got after plunging into the tarot card reading thingy. so here is mine.. oh and remember, if the house matriarch finds this out, she would slaughter me like a chicken. here it is..
You are The Lovers
Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.
The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.
Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
ok back to blogging, proper! Merry Christmas everyone. i was across the causeway and thank god special people carved a smile on my face. god bless technology for being able to bring friends closer to your side.
jaryl (J): Im in town, and its hell!! Im not gg midnite mass, so no fun! Going 9pm mass at gd sheperd. And my ezlink dah rosak. stupid hols. haha
dean (D): don't speak of such taboos! God's grace will shine and bless you with his love! (*or so i remember la. i deleted all the msgs in my outbox!) now let me hear an amen! *amen!
J: ur mad! Mad i tell u! My mum caught me giggling to ur random msg! Ur da holiest non-christian catholic poser in singaboar/msia. let me hear u say HALLELUJAH!
gee jaryl, thanks. haha if you were to put both of us in a church, hell would break loose. yes, a paradox but its the truth. amen to that! *amen merry christmas jaryl! oh and please remind me bout your gift! keep on for getting about it.
-If only Santa could fit you into my christmas sock.
and to the person who sent me the above message, thank you very much. euphoria is everywhere because it likes you. and to be with you is pure fun.
Spread the joy of christmas people! let the spirit of generosity, care, sharing, respect and most importantly love to one another. pay it forward..
song in mind- Where Are You Christmas, Faith Hill.
23 December 2006
blithest christmas.
dear Santa (if you could me out even though we are miles apart, or if you exist in the the first place), i've been a good boy this year. an obedient, praiseworthy, simple, friendly, sweet, overly articulate and complaisant boy. thus, can i have a present/s? Give me!
1) ear piece, for my mp3.
2) pair of grey pants.
3) plain black tee.
4) a Nike shoe.
5) star shaped lamp.
ok, that should be enough. honestly, i just need no.s 1, 3 and 5. thanks Santa.
song in mind- Here In My Heart, Plus One.
22 December 2006
fortuitous reunion.
goodness me, i had totally wasted my evening. made to seat down and watch a mediocre band perform. no, its not about the proficiency level of the band, however it was the freaking inconsiderate behaviour of the audience that spoiled my mood. oh well, i rest my case bout having a social screening on potential audience. i.e no mats! they are noisy and disgusting. if i had a cork in my hands, i would gladly shove all in their mouths!
ok, on a more positive note; i miss the old coral clan. the small bunch of guys and gals whom i got to know back when we were preparing Let's Get Loud '04. the new kids now are totally different from their predecessors. oh i met fairul since got knows when. i shall call him my own mr ithinki'mahimbobutactuallyabimbo. we gotta meet up dude! and shahid *if you are reading this, which i think he wouldn't* you and your audacious mindless nonsense are keeping you funny. glad to talk to you.
going out with jaryl later to grab some neck-ties. woohoo! happy moments here we come!
song in mind- Gabriel, Lamb.
21 December 2006
last minute outing.
once upon a fateful day, dean received an sms from his long lost (in time) friend, phat, during work. slowly as he decipher the content of the message, he soon realised that phat was bored and required a company, to be with her, to do a certain chore. recognizing the fact that she had no one to go out with, he kindly accept the offer. *ok that was all utter crap! back in reality. so phat and i met up at cck mrt station. as usual being the spokesperson of anti-punctuality, i fulfilled my role well. *oh give me a break, i was stuck in a meeting at the chevrons regarding the annual dinner and dance. oh yes, army do have dinner and dance programmes.* anyway, i met her in a jiffy, with the help of a taxi as usual. went straight to our shop hunt, for that illusive authorised dealer of singnet. oh our task, or actually, her task was to upgrade her internet plan and at the same time receive a free psp upon making the change. oh, why i mentioned hunt? its because, little miss i'vedonemyplanningbutofnouse left the address of the shop which she wrote on a piece of paper at home. *genius! finally after our dinner, we decided to crash down to one of the suspected shop for inquiries. few seconds later they made us go down to the basement, the place where hello shop was. there was a super long and enduring queue for the information counter. so being a typical singapore 'adrenaline pumping activity' lover, we followed the order. thank god some cheap thrills popped out when phat and i manipulated songs. that killed some time. by the time we neared the counter, i had the feeling that the next stage of the process after the info counter would be draggy. pushed that aside, phat was asked to extend the contract at home! on the net! urgh! but never mind, it all subside when we made our way to Ikea. *a rather impulsive decision. for once phat said that she was proud of me due to my street savvy-ness. *what ever phat, haha. indeed the place was sofa-liciously huge! we felt like a pair of lost factory workers. and no we didn't end our trip over at ikea with empty hands. yours truly bought some stuff that of use for christmas! *surprise la! anyway, we ended tonight's activity with a cone of soft creamy Scandinavian (*i hope so) ice cream and the fantastic duos of mr hot dog and soft drink avenger!
my end of the year block leave starts officially on thursday! hallelujah! i'm gg malaysia in the weekend. another of the matriarch's trying of hotel experience.
oh, and phat asked me to check out Plus One, a boyband. they had nice songs.
here in my heart.
last flight out.
song in mind- last flight out, plus one.
18 December 2006
heralding the new blog skin that i have chose. my reason for the change, it's getting boring. i guess i spoke on behalf of some people who claims so..
ok, this week my whole chassis, mind and what not on your body that could suggest fanaticism, is into Nelly Furtado. yes you heard me right. i've got swept away by her ingenuity and creativity. her songs had what i would call as emotion. something that listeners could relate to. above all, apart from the smooth beats and the infectious myvoicetriedtobreakfreebutfailed quality, her songs comes across as a human literary representation.
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?
went out to watch Jack and the Bean sprout on sunday. totally hilarious. a panto that was really worth the money. oh did i mention a lady that sat three seat away from me started to give out Hershey's Kisses before the panto started. merry xmas aunty! not to mention she was a pinoy. *guess i looked pinoy on sunday. oh well, the only reason why i really enjoyed the panto was because of this three elements. 1) the panto was full of puns! eg. Goose Mangat, and 'Hold my jugs for me?' 2) the script was well thought off and the props were amazing! and lastly 3) my panto partner whom i went to watch with. So jaryl! go watch it!
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?
I knew something was wrong after the panto. i wanted to ask but i just didn't want to sound tactless. my reason, not wanting to be the mouse that tried to fix the pumpkin. i wanted to give u a hug; and you wanted me to give you a hug. but time and place didn't permit.. take care.
say it right
till the next entry!
22 November 2006
Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been- a most familiar bird- Taught me my alphabet to say- To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child- with a most knowing eye. Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky. And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings- That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away- forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.-Edgar Allan Poe
14 November 2006
i've found someone who makes me smile even more. im still quite unclear bout our future path but im enjoying every second of it. that night really brought out the different person in me.
