Don't ask

I really had a lot to blog about but I don't know how to put it in words.

Sometimes life throws you a curveball and you really don't know how to react or respond. Its like standing in the hitter's box, with a full count and the game on the line (sorry about the baseball terminology here). You don't really know what to do... but you gotta swing the bat. The bat won't swing and hit the ball by itself.
So I've swung... and I've aimed for the fences, I really have. But hitting a home run is pointless if you don't have teammates or people happy that you did it.

So what's the point?

Cool song...

By Paramore. Check it out =)

Silence

Somtimes some things are better left unsaid.

Circling Square

Back when I was in middle school, some local bands made it pretty big in the music scene around Asia.

One of them was Humpback Oak (interesting name I know); Bren recently found a clip of them on Youtube.



Humpback Oak - Circling Square

I don't see the need to classify her
I've decided that she is everything I need
There really is no need to classify her
I'll never hurt her 'cos she can be so good to me

Wait and see
I'll wait and see till she sends for me
Sends for me
Oh honey when you send for me
I'll be there for you anywhere
Circling square

I don't see the need to complicate her thoughts and actions and these
I love her the way she is
I love to see her smile
She's so lovely
Even when I'm bleeding I dream of satisfying her needs

Wait and see
I'll wait and see till she sends for me
Sends for me
Oh honey when you send for me
I'll be there for you anywhere
Circling square

Things that make me smile (It makes me smile)
And I'm alone and she's alone with me (It makes me smile)
And I'm alone and she's alone with me (It makes me smile)
And I'm alone and she's alone with me (It makes me smile)
And I'm alone and she's alone now

Wait and see
Wait and see till she sends for me
Sends for me
Oh honey when you send for me
I'll be there for you anywhere
Circling square

Certainly brings back memories. =) Thanks Bren.

A poem

Adapted and inspired from Maddox

I'm Saddam
Saddam I am
I do not like you,
Uncle Sam.
Would you like to bomb Iran?
We'll sell you the weapons, despite the ban.
I would not like to bomb Iran!
Praise be to Allah, and Koran!
Those weapons are against convention...
Nevermind Geneva, pay no attention!
We hate Iran, it's our contention.
We have no qualm, no apprehension!
I'll give this task to Ibrahim.
He'll make a plan!
He'll plot a scheme!
Business as usual
with your regime.
My inner circle
is full of turds.
Is it any surprise
that we'd gas the Kurds?
We knew you gassed them in '88.
We weren't concerned 'til you raided Kuwait.
You caused my invasion to be abated,
I'm now on your list of most hated.
Alright, you win I'll withdraw.
I'll also kill my son-in-law.
With so little blood
spilled on your soil,
your plot was much
too easy to foil.
Could this war
have been for oil?
What is this sound?
What is this treason?
Don't mind me,
I'm the voice of reason.
Now you've started another war,
in time for the election of 2004.
We won this war without a hitch!
You hippies have no right to bitch!
But won't this war
make you guys rich?
Who would you hire to repair Iraq?
Germany? Russia?
Or Jacques Chirac?
What will the media report without a war?
Real news is such a dreadful chore.
Shark attacks,SARS
invasion from Mars.
Terrorism, sports cars,
and Hollywood stars.
Until we declare war on North Korea,
we'll have to settle for this journalistic diarrhea.
This discourse could go on
but what's the use?
It's just a tribute
to Dr. Seuss

Superhuman?

One of the craziest (and scariest) falls I've ever seen. Check it out.

Watching the train go by

Yesterday as I was driving home, I had to make a rare stop at a railroad crossing while a train passed. Watching the carriages go by, the whistle of the engine, the rumbling of the train tracks, it reminded me of when I was a kid.

I loved to watch trains when I was little. Whenever I visited my grandparents in Malaysia, I would always bug my granddad to bring me to the nearby railway tracks and just sit on top of our car, waiting for a train to pass. My granddad would stand by me, holding my hand, smiling together with me. When a train did come, I would watch, absorbed by the quick motion of its passing. And I would always wave, somehow hoping that I would catch someone waving back to me.

Watching the trains go by yesterday, I wished my granddad could be next to me, holding my hands once again. Perhaps then I would start waving and maybe, just maybe, someone would wave back.