Hollow

"Hollow"
performed by Submersed

To you
I'm all I've left undone
I'm all I haven't won
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up

You take
The breath you didn't make
What's left you did forsake
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up my soul's so hollow

You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally
Yeah

You see
The things I cannot change
The things that make me plain
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up

We've made
All from the sum of none
All that we have become
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up my soul's so hollow

You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally

You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally
Yeah

Fill, fill what's in me
Fill, fill what's in you
Fill, fill what's in me
So my soul's not left so hollow

You can make me SCREAM
You can make me BREATHE

You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally

You can make me scream
You can make me breathe
You can make me scream
You can make me breathe, me breathe

http://www.soundtracklyrics.net/song-lyrics/elektra

Same Milk Same Cow?

I went to the supermarket and was for the first time overwhelmed by the sheer size of it all. All the information and advertising and branding were so overwhelming that I felt that nauseaustic feel. I felt faint and all I wanted was to buy milk.

My housemate came along for the ride.

"So which one?" he said.

I was bored and tired from uni that day and all I could muster was a laconic
"Anyone"

"This one?" He went on.
"Look dude, it's just milk."
"How about this one? It'e the cheapest!"

He started it all and so came my reply:

"It doesnt matter. It's all milk.
Why does it matter? Does it matter that it comes from the same cow?
How do you know that even if it was from the same brand, can they ensure its from the same cow so that the quality is the same?"

Silence (5 secs)

" This whole quality thing is dodgy dude.. It's the same with eggs."

So we settled the issue with a pick from the home brand ones. And laughed thinking about it.

Delicious

It's been awhile that I have used the word delicious.

Delicious - adj, highly pleasing to the senses, esp. to taste or smell: a delicious dinner; a delicious aroma.

Delicious refer to that which is especially agreeable to the senses. That which is delicious is highly agreeable to the taste or sometimes to the smell: a delicious meal.

But enough of the word as I am very certain that most of the time you are able to get what the word means in terms of describibg or listing things of such nature. What I wanted to point out was that I met delicious... yes! I met with it - not in a literal sense.
I would very much like to thank the very soul that had introduced me to this delicious.

I was referring to the website delicious.com. Oh how delightful (or delicious) it was.
It's a site that bookmarks your bookmarks and you'll never have to bring your laptop or even worse your desktop anywhere to access your bookmarks that are so ofetn 'lost' when you are travelling.

Have a go at this delicious thing...

Virus Evolution - Animal to Human Transmition?

Charles Darwin proposed the notion of human race evolution; that we are decendants of the great apes. What once walks on all fours evolve to only two.

Over the thousands of years since Man walked the face of the Earth, we now know that the evolution theory does not only occur to the human race. As the human race progress from living in caves to living in high rise apartments, we struggle each day to adapt to our surroundings; to survive.

As such we evolve.

But evolution does not only occur in or to the human race. As we know it, many other things - living or not- evolve.

Just recently, I was told that my mother-in-law's cat was sick and was brought to the vet. The verdict was a viral infection- something common in cats. What was astounding was the next words that I hear; " It has FIV."

You are right. What the heck is FIV?
"FIV is the equivalent to human HIV - at least that's what the vet told me."

My response was(with a chuckle), " Well, if someone were to ask what my cat died of, then you can say it had promiscous, inhibited and unprotected sex."

I was trying to make light of the bleak situation. I didn't know if the vet was kidding with my with. This is the first time I have heard of a sexually transmitted disease in animals. But on a serious note, is it humanly (or animally) possible that even animals have our kinds of virus.

I am positive that certain viruses - like the flu- evolve. I always hear about a new strain of flu virus around and the government advising people especially the young and the elderly to get flu jabs.

Think about it what next in our cycle of evolution. How come we do not become mutants?

Gone I

"When You're Gone"

Performed by Avril Lavigne
Lyrics by Avril Lavigne, Butch Walker

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cried
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side


When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now


When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone the words I need to hear
to always get me through the day
And make it ok


I miss you


I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do, reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do


When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now


When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone the words I need to hear
to always get me through the day
And make it ok
I miss you


We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were
Yeah yeah


All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly believe I need to feel you here with me

When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone the words I need to hear
to always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you

Beneath the Mask

You wear your mask too long you forget who you are beneath it.
- V for Vendetta

Life Lessons

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.

Here is your final lesson: Do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence.

Count of Monte Cristo

Honestly

Well .. I'm dishonest. And a dishonest person, you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly. It's the honest ones you have to watch because you never know when they will do something incredibly ... stupid.

Capt. Jack Sparrow
Pirates of the Carribean Curse of the Black Pearl

Truth

Now i had a great summation, all worked out. Full of some, sharp lawyering. But I'm not going to read it. I am here to apologize. I am young, and I am inexperienced. But you cannot, hold Carl Lee Hailey, responsible, for my short cummings. But ya see in all this legal manuevering, something has gotten lost, and that something is the truth. Now it is incumbant upon us lawyers not to just talk about the truth, but to actually seek it, to find it, to live it. My teacher taught me that. Now let's take Dr. Bass for example. Now obviously I would have never knowingly put a convicted fellon on the stand, I hope you can believe that. But what is the truth, that-that-that he is a disgraced liar? Now what if I told you, that the woman he was accused of raping was 17, he was, 23 that she later became his wife bore his child, and is still married to the man today does that make his testimony, more, or-or less true? What is it in us that seeks the truth? Is it our minds? Or is it our hearts? Now I set out to prove that a black man could receive a fair trial in the South, that we are all, equal in the eyes of the law. But that's not the truth, because the eyes of the law are human eyes, yours, and mine and until we can see, each other as equals, justice is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more, than a reflection, of our own prejudices, so until that day, we have a duty, under God, to seek the truth. Not with our eyes and not with our minds where fear and hate are incommonality into prejudice, but with our hearts, where we don't know better.

Now I'm gonna tell ya'll a little story. I'm gonna, ask ya'll to close your eyes while I tell ya this story, I want you to listen to me, I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead, close your eyes, please. This is the story about a little girl, walking home from the grocery store one sunny, afternoon. I want you to picture that little girl. Suddenly a truck races up. 2 men jump out, and they grab her. And they drag her...
- Jake Brigance-
Time to Kill, A - 1996

Bullet in my Head

~ No. What you have are bullets and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer standing, because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.~
V for vendetta

*Let's play

Salute

Salute to the betrayal and misguidence.

Thank you.

May God have mercy on thy soul

"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? (You, Lieutenant Weinberg?) I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. (You weep for Santiago and you curse the marines. ) You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don't want the truth because, deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way.

Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand at post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."

Col. Nathan Jessup
A Few Good Men

Sight

~ We lose sight of things sometimes but it's ok.
As long as we get back to those things.


Even the best
fall down sometime. ~

Rest

-Come to me all those who are weary and I shall give you rest -

Who will give me rest.
Lay me to rest.
I lay myself to rest.

Sinking Barely Afloat

It seems the days go by harder and harder - day by day. It seems a struggle.
Underlying currents pulling under slowly overpowering; barely keeping afloat.
All the strength and courage mustered; the blood, the sweat and the tears.
The cries inside unheard.
Imploding.

Breathless.
Helpless.
Yet the struggle continues.

Feels like stuck in a moment.
Many moments.

Too many questions.
Too many unanswered.

Why the questions?
Why the need and the search?

Inadequacy?
Affirmation?

Barely afloat.
Meaningless mundane routine.
Let it sink.

Blind

I can see I can see I'm going blind
-Korn-

Weathered and Lost

Where do we all go from here?

Grinded and battered.
From the unseen wounds.

Left me crying inside.
Left me screaming inside.

Doesn't anyone hear me?

Where do we all go from here?
Where do I go from here?

Help.

Fear

What is your deepest fear?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness which frightens us. Your playing small doesn't serve the world; there is nothing enlightening about shrinking so other people don't feel insecure around you. We were all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear. Our presence automatically liberates others. ...... Sir. I just want to say thank you

-Coach Carter, 2003

Oh Crap part2 - I see you?

Something to ponder upon which is closer to us in our heartlands; particularly in reference to our HDB apartments or government flats - the lifts or the elevators.

The lift is a fascinating place - more than just a means of transport from the first floor to higher grounds - a place where people meet or interact; a place where akwardness sometimes transends. But over the years it seems this square or rectangular space has been taken for granted that many of its features seem to be overlooked.

How many of you noticed the changes to the lift in HDB flats over the last decade?

Do you remember seeing the notice of caught with your pants down in the lift, vandalising the sacred space that has served many residents over the years going into the decades?
Yes, I'm talking about the sign that indicates a fine if caught urinating in the lift; since the ban of chewing gum effectively ended the problem of faulty buttons.
Yes, the sign is still there. Does this mean that the problem of urine in the lifts is still evident or in existance?

It is part of the sacred space as implemented from probably in the late 70s or early 80s, where hygene was a big issue. Awareness of good hygene and the common public property act were at the height of concern. Cameras and ammonia(urine) detectors are reportedly installed to nab offenders. That is education per say to the masses. Off their heads! they say. Wow what education and effective at that it was.

So much so that urine or even the sniff of it was treated as lost gold or a legend - a thing of the past (not) forgotten.

I stumbled upon urine, yes,urine in the lifts of my apartment block the other day and the day before and the day before that! I was nevertheless shocked. Urine in the lift in this modern day! What an outrage. No it wasn't orange juice or teh-o.

How was I so sure? Because the stench of ammonia got me dizzy by the time I got to the 4th floor.
Something must be done. The perpertrator should be castrated and dealt with. Then that was where it hit me! What if the offender is not a homo sapien? Not of human species? Can the measures in place be able to prosecute the offender. Wouldn't it be a stir in the news and zines? It would definately create an uproar among animal lovers and their best friends! For sure.

Persecute the best friend then you might say. Well, that sounds about rite as the latter has definately a higher so called intelligence that they have control over their best friends. Not! The rascal did it not me.

The argument is that if the better half is that more intelligent then the vandalism woukdn't have occured, would it?
It's really funny how the authorities go to educate these better halves. I have seen of flyers or notices in lifts for the better halves to be responsible owner and clean up after the animals.

Makes you wonder who is more human.
Be responsible. Put the owner to sleep. Just a thought.

Oh Crap!

Dog Poo

National Day Songs, Idols?

Today marks the nation's 41st birthday. It holds memories of such patriotism; of wat makes us the dear sons of our country - not that i am a buff of sorts for what the nation has gone through for the last 40 so years; let alone remember historical moments and their dates.

But it is a day that holds dear to me for other reasons.

But this day is special; it was the day that spelled the end of the National Stadium - the last parade to be held there - that has held many memories for me.

But the issue today was not of the parade but of the SINGING competition aired on national television - the Idol series - spurned by the American Idol series.

It comes to question whether we do really need an Idol - a Singing Idol or icon to be associated with a country? Well, it seems important judging by the number of SMSs the programme has received. Mind you - the cost of sending a vote via mobile cost a staggering 50 cents per vote.

I am not much of a supporter or a buff for the series - more of a passing. Because it seems it is not a singing competition; more of a popularity contest. Well, I am not saying that all the contestants cannot sing, only a handful are worthy competitors. I am more for the antics of the auditions - you can't get enough of them can you?

Of course the nation's antics are less violent and more civil than our American latter's but nevertheless it was interesting to see the auditioners' hype and all. The songs, the reactions etc...

Most interestingly, most (well from the given depictions and cut versions on the programme) the auditioners chose songs that were mainstream and can i say rather difficult to sing at times and hence painfully endearing to listen to. I am not much of a singer not m i a good listener but clearly it does not take a dick to know that song choices are important and some songs are difficult.

On this day, it just struck me, and i w0nder why none of them sang one of our national day songs. Hell, the nation comes up with new ones every year. Some of our songs are quite easy to sing and are indeed pleasant. Is it to shameful to sing our local songs or are they just for the occasion. It is not as if we are singing the national anthem and making a mockery of the national anthem. It would be nice and laughable to see anyone who genuinely makes a mess of the national anthem though.

What I am advocating is allowing people to sing our national day songs anytime, because i am sure it is not an offense. Or is it? Better check... it doesn't pay to assume; not here though.

Give that man a national song. Coz we have a vision for tomorrow....