An Optical Answer

Here is the answer for that other post... quite an interesting thing right?

Our eyes often deceive us. In this case, it was merely the perceived shadow on the blocks that made it look like different colours. Merely. It doesn't take much for us to be deceived. Where then can we rely on truth?

Sometimes, what we see is what we get. But most times, what we see is hardly anything to go by. Because we are all flawed. We are all blind to some extent.

An Optical Question

What do you all think of this? Do you think that A and B is different colours, or the same? Answer in a few days time. :)

Image taken from NASA Picture of the Day.

Cougher

A wracking cough threatens to take away a good night sleep, and possibly my voice (for the second time in a month). I have being sick, physically, but I suspect, also sick in other ways...

1.52am. Man. And to think I have a long day ahead of me...

Emo scale

[ ] i like skinny jeans
[x] music is my life.
[x] i write poetry/song lyrics
[x] my hair covers part of my face. (or i wish)
[ ] i wear band shirts.
[ ] i know who Jeffree Star is.
[x] i wear/wore Converse.
[ ] i wear/wore vans
[ ] i wear/have worn eyeliner.
[ ] I listen to Saves The Day, Chiodos, Thursday and/or Gym Class Heroes.

Total: 4

[x] I'm/was in a band.
[ ] my Multiply screen name has an x in it
[x] I understand that My Chemical Romance is not emo
[x] I also understand that Green Day is not emo
[x] I know what mosh means.
[ ] I sit in corners often
[ ] I dislike MTV
[x] I take pictures of myself a lot
[ ] Especially ones when you can't see my whole face

Total: 5

[x] I'm lost without a CD player/MP3 player/ IPod
[x] I know that emo is not just a stereotype
[ ] I have/had thick rimmed glasses
[ ] I have/had issues with bi/gay people
[ ] I hate the president
[ ] I have/had a mohawk
[ ] I wear/have worn black nail polish
[ ] I hate my mom
[ ] I hate my dad
[ ] I hate where i live
[x] Black is a great color
[ ] I do/have cut myself

Total: 3

[x] Right now, I am listening to music
[ ] I know what hxc and sxe mean
[ ] Multiply=love
[ ] Hot Topic doesn't scare me
[ ] I wear/have worn studded belts
[ ] I have/had a body part signed by a band
[ ] I've cried while listening to Dashboard Confessional
[ ] For Guys: I have kissed another guy
[ ] For girls: I have worn skinny jeans
[ ] I have/had dyed my hair black
[x] My closet is mostly filled with black or dark clothes
[ ] I cry a lot
[ ] I write on myself
[x] I have been called emo before
[ ] I've done drugs before
[ ] I listen to undiscovered bands

Total: 3

Total the totals
Times your overall by 3 and that is how emo you are
Post this as: I am___ % emo

I am 45% emo

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Something prompts me to write again. Yes I should sleep. But I just want to write sometimes. Sleep makes me a writer. Thank God I didn't become a writer by profession!

The western night sky never looked more solemn. The night lights burn, lined up row by row along the ground all the way to the horizon, sending shafts of yellow and red reaching up into the dark heavens. They quickly disappear into that blackness, lost in the vast, moonless sky.

I sit with a million and one thoughts in my head; the events of the past three days made certain of that. None that are coherent. Maybe I will just sit and wait. And continue to type rubbish until it comes.

Maybe I will sleep on it. Will ideas hatch like a chicken from an egg when sat on by the hen?

Its a sign when all I can blog is...

Can't focus. Can't focus. Can't focus.

Mind wander. Mind wander. Mind wander.

Sian.

I A Procrastinator

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A Nano later...

So now I am a proud owner of my very own iPod nano. What now?

Plug it into my brand new car stereo of course!

Bit by bit I will connect everything and soon my boombox will be blaring as I boom along the highways!

Blogger in a Warehouse

And what do you know? Here I am spamming blog posts after a long period of inactivity. The cycle of my blogging life. I missed blogging, even if it had only being a couple of weeks; it seems I am getting that itch again and want to scratch it as often as possible. So here I am, tapping away happily while work has nothing to do for now. Until probably in only another ten minutes anyways; I am waiting for the Post Office truck to arrive so I can start loading it with cages of cardboard boxes filled with various goodies ready to be dispersed to the suspecting Australian public.

I know. Dry as hell. Dry. Very dry indeed. Totally boring. I am such a loner in the warehouse. Everyone gone and here I am blogging. My forklift sits beside me like a loyal hound. The cages rattle outside in the breeze. The radio blasting "The lips of an angel". The musky dry smell of dust fills my nostrils and makes me lick my dried up lips. Somehow all this sitting around doing nothing is draining and I find my butt a bit sore and my back a little stiff. A flourish of typing and looking around and now Gwen Stefani chimes a tune "well I could be sweet...". Thus rolls the life of a blogger in a warehouse.

Emo Songs

OH MAN. just as I posted that last post, up comes an emo song on the radio! Its super nice....

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

The Fray. "How to save a life"

I also just realised that I haven't blogged in a long while. Well, if anyone reads they would know also right. I don't know, everytime I don't blog is usually because I am feeling down and out of it, or I am feeling antisocial. I guess that's it.

What is one second to you?

Inspiration came at the flourish of the second hand, and in that instant I had an answer. One second was all it seemed to have took, but I knew better; it had to take a lot more than mere reaction and spur-of-the-moment thought. They say that insight is the result of first taking in a question, a brief moment of conscious thought, followed by an extended period of subconscious incubation, leading finally to the moment where the insight or inspiration suddenly emerges back into conscious thought. But yet, somehow, that doesn't seem to be how it had happened either.

All it took was one second: one moment where the world no longer seem to matter. A slightest instance when the Truth confronts me and I was blown away. Microsecond? Nanosecond? It was like a crack on the timeline; a seemingly random occurance that suddenly splits the present from the past. When my mind had finally registered exactly what changes had occurred as a result of that moment, it had been well past five or six months; the reality of being a Christian hits home, even though changes had been occurring throughout that inteval time. No longer was my mouth full of curses and foulness, no longer was my vision of the future covered and blurred, no longer did life seem as empty as a milk carton on a saturaday morning, the dreariness had gone away.

One second that changes life as I knew it. Yes, I am sure that was all the time that it took.

Shrooomm...................

coz i'm leaving...on a jet plane...
but iknow that I will be back SOON...

Leaving Hong Kong soon, but I know I will be back soon. Well, if things goes well, and I manage to go to W's wedding that is. but I even if I don't, I know I will probably be back by the end of the year. haiz, my cousins would be another year older, but other than that, nothing much would change here. Just the same old memories; long ago ones, the blurry vividness type.

Will miss it once again...

Pom is for peace of mind

Take a pill for the pain
Drink some tea for my thoughts
Eat some chilli for the callousness
Grab a sandwich for my sensations
Buy a gold chain for the gregarious cantaloop
I want a Jap for my jarringly apprehensive psychosis
And a Pom for peace of mind.

Blogging in 1807

In 1807, there are four persons of note whose deeds are only spoken of in hushed tones among obscure circles around dinner tables hidden in forgotten back chambers of mysterious mansions at enigmatic locales.

M, M, K, & J.

Bobskate Internazionale '06

In latter years this will be a day to be remembered, reminisced and reflected upon. It has being immortalised on digital mpeg, this deed that we all had done. As adrenaline-rushing as high speed skiing, as addictive as krispy kreme on a cold winter day; today the world has witnessed the birth of a new sport from humble beginnings.

It had all being above ground in an apartment carpark situated in Carlton, Melbourne. The centrepoint where the dream was first dreamt, the vision first seen, it became the first place to host an event unlike any other seen by the likes of men all around the world.

And it all started when a skateboard somehow found its way into the Seasons carpark third floor, where there was a cosmic alignment of characters gathered for a film shoot on a cool spring evening in early October 2006. Ideas abounded and before long the sharp turns and steep ramps became the very first circuit for the fledgling passtime first dubbed by one as "bob-skating". After one short stint at filming a still clumsy attempt at reproducing bobsledding on concrete, the group decided to return for an intensive study at the art of steering a skateboard by way of counter balancing weight, down steep ramps, in the fastest time. Thus today, November 19th will be a day to be remembered.

Footage may be posted, but at this point in time, it is sufficient to report that there will most certainly be further developments. This may be the start of an underground cult sport. Stay tuned.