Conversations in the field.

Hey ant why do you still do me harm,
Even when i've paid your tribute of crumbs.

Spider tell me why you thread,
when not hours past since your old web,
'Pray sir tell me why you ask,
my web you destroyed only just.

Little grasshopper what do you sing?
Is ita a ballad, an ode or a war hymn?
Sir I sing not of what your rif'e bring.
But how wondrous nature seem

Tell me ladybug, why am i here.
On my birthday without my girl.
Oh please mister soldier, you're no special
Common are those born today to this world.

Mosquito, Mosquito fight me like a man,
'Tell me that when you discard your repellant can.'

Dear Sir, please tell why you're lying on my home.
Can't you see its my only comfort zone.
Sorry little buddy I've got no choice,
Or its my head on the flagpole they'll hoist.

Free(rockstar)

I'm sick of rushing back home cos somebody came in,
Its like my birthday i a week and i'm gonna be nineteen,
This week hasn't turned out, quite the way i want it to be.

(Tell me watchya want)

I want,
Any old house on any damn street
Or any room with a bathroom in it.
any hostel with a bathroom for ten plus me.

(Tell me watchya need)


I 'll need,
sone cash in my pocket in USD,
And an air ticket seat in economy.
Gonna go anywhere or anyplace my legs get me.


(Been there, done that)

I'll start with the SBS bus full of old banglas,
To perhaps temasek boulevard.
But tuas and woodlands are both fine for me.

(So how you gonna do it)

I'm gonna trade this life for freedom from pain
I'll even cut my hair and change my name.

Cos i just wanna be free of such
Live in rented houses driving broken cars.
No girls no money and nothing comes cheap
I'll be skinny cos i just couldn't eat.
And we'll hang out in the poorest hoods
In the back alleys with the shittiest dudes.
But hey i wanna be free
hey hey i just wanna be free.

I wanna be great by myself without my shackles
Hire or hired i don't give a heckle
sign for some social help to help get my meals for free.

(I'll have the quesadilla, haha)

I'm gonna dress my ass with 10 dollars fashion
Get a front door key to my master's mansion
Gonna date a girl that lets me blow her money for she.

(So how you gonna do it)

I'm gonna trade this life for freedom from pain
I'll even cut my hair and change my name.

Cos i just wanna be free of such
Live in rented houses driving broken cars.
No girls no money and nothing comes cheap
I'll be skinny cos i just couldn't eat.
And we'll hang out in the poorest hoods
In the back alleys with the shittiest dudes.
And we'll
mug some guys in a BMW
with so much cash that he dunno come from who
They'll get my anything with my knife held down.
everybody's got a football booker on speed dial
But hey i wanna be free
hey hey i just wanna be free.

I'm gonna write this lines that'll offend my parents
cos they troubled me before thunderwarrior.
Get nothing out of it but it don't really matter.
Lip-sync these stupid lines so i don't get them wrong.

Cos i just wanna be free of such
Live in rented houses driving broken cars.
No girls no money and nothing comes cheap
I'll be skinny cos i just couldn't eat.
And we'll hang out in the poorest hoods
In the back alleys with the shittiest dudes.
And we'll
mug some guys in a BMW
with so much cash that he dunno come from who
They'll get my anything with my knife held down.
everybody's got a football booker on speed dial
But hey i wanna be free
hey hey i just wanna be free.


And that was a great rant.
damn it. haha.
but i feel much better after writing such kinda rubbish. haha
you guys have fun.
I had fun writing that shit above. haha
cya tomorrow. haha.

of firefly, mimosa flowers and sunsets.

Just back from yet another fatep training. which had it's fair share of fun moments, jokes, beauty and ultimately suffering. The days were long and the nights longer but i managed to keep myself occupied with mimosa flowers and firefly. singular. haha. saw a single firefly flying around in my safety rover on tuesday. And was quite amused by it. but it was beautiful. People praise the beauty of fireflies, of beauty in numbers. But it's the singular that amazes me. In a tree of fireflies perhaps its but only one of the myriad of lights, but in my safety vehicle it's the only bringer of light, the only source of confort amongst the barbarian shouts outside. The way it flickers on and off, like a lamplighter of ancient times, guarding that piece of land against total darkness.

And the mimosa flower. that humble little tuff of pink or yellow amongst the entanglement of thorns. the singular beauty in the vast wilderness.

Singularity.

and yes.
Have you ever seen the sunset?

Its the most beautiful view ever. especially when you're outfield.

of Taxi drivers.

You know, we really should give taxi drivers a go at governing someday. They are the best conspiracy theorist you could ever find, and the speeches they give in the confines of their taxis sometimes outstrip those of even Obama and Churchill. They seem to have a plan for anything and everything the world face. All the catastrophies and economic crisis seem to be easily solvable in their eyes, compared to the great unjust rises in petrol prices and car rental fees and how little customers they seem to get everytime.

And if you get a chance to visit one of those coffee shops where taxi drivers hang out in droves as they wait for cinderella to lose her pumpkin carriage and the MRT service, you would be able to experience the most sincere and ancient form of democracy, not unlike that of ancient greece. That where everyone is equal in the face of law. That where any form of government now is but a poor copy of its system. And perhaps that's why no politician is ever good enough for the taxi drivers, and all of them are corrupt in their eyes. How else could you explain the fact that they are working 14 hour shifts and yet still earn so little while politicians go visiting and earn millions, they'll ask you. And while they are there complaining about corrupt politicians, they'll extend to saying how corruption is actually acceptable, providing that both parties are willing and will continue to raise an example. Say, The customer wants to go to a place quickly, taxi driver offers to double the speed albeit at a higher price, customer says yes, driver says yes, corruption? yes. Acceptable? yes.

You know they say the actual ruler of the world is not a politician, nor someone whom you see on pages of magazines? I've got a niggling feeling that he or she, might just be a taxi driver.

-In a taxi on my way back from my hols in Malaysia with an exceptionally talkative taxi driver.

Anyway. Still hate taxi drivers overall, but the taxi ride yesterday sorta rejuvenated my tired self while i was on the taxi and i wrote this piece.

having my much needed break from army life. and enjoying every moment of it.

Eulogy to my PSP

Ladies and Gentlemen, visitors to this blog. Today we gather here to remember someone who was given life by us and gave, in its turn, its life to us.

Let me begin by saying thank you. For all the memories and experience we had. Morpheus have been the proverbial sword of a knight, and I could not thank him enough. There are friends who would live the high live with you and those who will suffer with you in silence. Morpheus was both. I could recall those early days where i hid him amongst my notes, letting him live the life of a faceless slave, not having the dignity he so deserved. But how he still worked. He outraced, outfought and outscored every opponent on wireless, I could still hear the sneers the first time he took his place on the arena. "You can't win with a second hand set" the critics shouted. But what they didn't know was that there was a connection. Something deep inside that connected my fingers to his buttons, something that gave us the extra edge. And defying all odds, we fought, and we finished the races on the podium. And through the months and days Morpheus never once left me, he was there before the capturing of stars and he was there after I was burnt by the very star. And he was there silently comforting, as he gave companionship to my newly lonely hands.

But as time went past, like all things does, Morpheus aged. The luscious shine was no longer as scratches wrinkled his face. And his buttons became loose. But he never stopped working when i played as we slayed a million jedis and droids, and as we travelled across mountains and seas in RPGs.

And soon today came. For quite a moment i did not know what to do, nor how to cope. But yeah, morpheus will never had wanted that. So, let me say Thank you once more, and we'll move on from here.

Thank you. Morpheus.

[update] and as a follow up, Morpheus' sucessor have been lined up and will soon be in my hands. haha.

The day technology failed me

The day technology failed me.
My TV was a black brick,
Without even the sound of static.
My radio failed, so did the pod, and the CD player,
Playing silence as their only track.
Morpheus died, along with the Tigrex,
and my professional football career.

The day technology failed me,
I couldn't hear no one,
For my 3G phone became just that.
Garbage Going into Graves.

The day technology failed me,
I couldn't see a thing,
for my 'eco-friendly' light sensitive windows were not functioning,
And shut the sun out.
and my lights turned themselves off.
And my watch became but a bracelet.

The day technology failed me,
I tried to run,
But my car would not budge,
Not that it mattered,
My electronic door lock is as secure as ever anyway.
More secure, now that it can't be opened.
And Even if i opened it,
The traffic lights are all red,
all the cars were on a standstill.
there was no place to go anyway.

The day technology failed me,
I went hungry,
Frozen items went sour in my warm freezer
The microwave stopped working,
And so did my electronic stove.

The day technology failed me,
My heart, no, pacemaker, stopped.
So did my robot arm.
And my motorized wheelchair,
And my drug dispenser.

The day technology failed me,
I was lonely,
In the dark,
Isolated,
Trapped,
Hungry,
Cold,
I was-
"can someone google that for me?"


Well. was inspired in a cranky way after what happenned to me from yesterday night, when my psp, phone and ipod headphones spoilt one after another. At least the phone is ok now and the headphones are replaced. The psp, morpheus, however, is gone forever to the wind.

In one way or another, you know we're just slaves of technology, but that wouldn't be accurate. For a slave will be happy to be free of his master. Not us. Technology has not so much enslaved us as assimilated into us. They are incorporated into us physically in the form of medical equipments and psychologically, in the form of a dependence of them. And remove technology from our lives, and we just aren't us anymore. A doctor wouldn't be one without his sophisticated medical equipment, from the simplest of sphygmomanometers(i'm sure i got it right, so could someone explain that dotted red line) to the most advanced medical scanners. An engineer wouldn't be one without his cranes and excavators, his piling machines and load lifters. We do not have hunters and gatherers anymore, and we have evolved, and technology is that evolution. We couldn't say we want to 'discover' ourselves and try to shun technology completely, cos its just not gonna work. I mean, yeah, technology is part of us. And without it, we are a different self. So yeah. Chew on it.

And SOMEBODY GET ME A PSP!

[sidenote: decided to start using labels so that i could track how many of each kind of stuff i am writing. so yeah. haha.]

The race for the one day throne.

[update 4/11 7.50pm] added a few stuff here and there and edited the story slightly. Should write a story book someday consisting of all these stories i write.

Time: 9.50
The motley crew of knights, mages, mercenaries, peddlers, traders, beggars, minstrels, nobles have been slowly gathering for more than half an hour now, and the crowd is getting noisier at the moments, with caravans and carriages still approaching every minute bringing with them princes and princesses of faraway lands to the encampment.

'Why are we here', A lone knight asked amidst the buzzing crowd.

'Haven you heard, at exactly 3 minutes to 10 everyday, the magical doorway over there opens, promising rewards beyond ones imagination if one could find it.' A passing hunchback shouted.

'And also, haven you heard of the thrones of the fhird storey? Legend says that he who sits on one of the 20 thrones at the range of thrones would share rule over the land for the day.' A songstress added in a singsong voice, plucking her harp.

All around the valley, The knights sharpening their swords, traders peddling their wares, everyone seemed busy, but from time to time, you could see everyone stealing a glance at the doorway and at others on the valley, fearing that a moments loss may put them behind the others in the rush for the treasure.

And as time slowly ticked away, everyone got more and more restless. The most restless of them already pacing forward and backwards around the door, while others were looking in from a distance, like a hunter stalking his prey, near but not in direct view at the door. Even the calmest nobles could be seen asking their servants to check at the door from time to time.

And as seconds ticked further away, and the silent servants of the mystery ruler of the realm of the garden is seen, everyone stopped their preparations and gathered round the gate. Awaiting the moment of breakthrough. everyone was nervous as tensions rose. In the first row, Knights and Nobles stood gallantly, with the occasional centaur in their midst, having a certain clairvoyant face as though he already knew he would win the treasure. Slightly behind, mages and wizards stood, stern faced, as though deep in concentration, preparing their first spells to claim their first kills in their hunt. Just behind them stood the traders, peddlers, artists and performers, still asking around for one last deal before they enter the mystic lands. And at the furthest back stood the theives, rogues and beggars, stabbing each other and pushing in a bid to get further forward.

And the glass doors slid open. And if there was any clue of chilvary and gallantry before, there was none now. Soldiers and Knights alike charge for the treasure, every man for himself. It was not a pretty scene. Those who slipped on the climb was left behind, trampled over by the chasing pack. The leaders too were not having a good time, with the pack behind pushing for greater and greater altitudes. And in minutes, the chase was over. The quick footed and the agile have got the thrones, and the rest have to rest with a seat at their feets. Abdication and conquering of the thrones does take place, but rarely and often after many an hour. Wars are also fought between these new kings and queens ranging from small scale military operations, to full scale battles. But for now, the dust is settled and the lands distributed, and the world is peaceful. For now.

And that is the exact situation in front of the library everyday. Ok. i have exaggerated a little. But yeah. you get the picture.

especially today. today was bad. haha. all seats were taken before the second wave.. luckily i am chiongster king..haha..

nth much else.. have chem to mug for.. haha.