"are you ok?"

Honestly, what kind of stupid question is that?
lets just analyse this shall we?

Assume my reply is the truth : "NO."
what follows next? you fret, thinking,

o dear, what am i suppose to do?
its been months already, why hasn't he gotten over it?
why is he putting me in a spot?
i don't know him that well, why does he want me to say?

"O... im sorry to hear that, is there anything i can do? you want to talk about it?"

what am i going to say!?!?!?
hmm, actually i cant talk for long, i got to rush off soon, got meeting at YIH...
PLS... someone come over so that it wont be too awkward...
i shouldn't have asked him in the first place....

what you are expecting to hear is the "model" answer:
"o, i am fine, thanks for asking."

ok. hmm, what should i have for lunch? KFC? but that will bring out pimples...
wah, i just dun noe how to do the tutorial. like that i cannot get A for my module liao,
then my dad wont buy me the BMW, only get the toyota. How? so unfair.... and it goes on and on.

so do the both of us a favour, dun ask the question..

wounds

people say that pain is a good thing. it tells you that you are still alive. dont know about you, but i avoid pain whenever possible, especially the intangible pains. imagine you are shot in the arm, the wound burns, pain lancing up your arm. fire burns around the wound, clouding your mind in a torrent of electrical impulses that demands your immediate attention to the injury. now supposedly, you can shut off the pain receptors in your arm, leaving behind a blissful numbness where there was once agony. as the memory of the malady fades, you begin to return to your normal state of being, doing your chores, back to your everyday life. all the while the wound festers, spreading its insidious tendrils of infection. like all untreated wounds, the foulness spreads, inhibiting natural healthy growth. now presume yet again, the brain synapses are reconnected, the conduit for communication between arm and brain is reestablished. what do you think happens?

a torrent of information floods in. the sensory deluge saturating the brain, causing temporal disorientation. the overload sends you reeling, gasping for air as you feel the air driven out of you. the agony is too almost too much to bear. so what do you do now? do you grit your teeth and bear the pain, slowly begin the painful process of healing and mending, or do you continue to block out the pain, knowing that if left alone, the wound will continue to spread, wrecking more havoc to the once healthy body.

eyrie

been ages since i've put anything up here.
partly due to competitions, planning for camp, planning for mass swim...
sigh...
anyway, here are pics i took from turkey long ago,
the pattern and colour caught my eye..

massswim

been a while since i blogged.. or added pics... busy with organising camp and training.. anyway, here are the preliminary poster designs for the mass swim.. photoshoping made me abit happier...
like the orange... finally able to do this effect!!!! select the area u want to black and white... then ctrl + shift + U!!! whoo hoo!

Proust

"neither love nor its more noble cousin, friendship, ever survive the entropy blades of jealousy, boredom, familiarity, and egotism..."

- Orphu of Io

hmm... such a meloncholic and depressing statement... true to some extent though... but i have more faith in love ( or isit naiveness?? ) ...

back to black (and white)

enuff colour.. back to black and white. adjusted the contrast and brightness a bit though. was a cloudy day, no strong sunlight. notice puay yong is not in the centre of the pic, she's at the bottom third. like that way her paddles stand out, with the white decals.

e - lizard - beth

i first set eyes on her the 1st day we reached darwin. i didnt think abt her after that, figuring that some one better would come along the next few days. but that brief attraction lingered in my mind the next few days. everytime the wind blew, she wispered her name in my ear. everytime i saw couples at the beach, my mind wandered back to her. O, the joy! when i finally went back, and there she was waiting patiently for me.

ever since we came back from darwin, she has been standing guard in my room, never complaining, silently, meekly, waiting for me...