Monday, September 29, 2008

Heroes Season 3: Villains

How long has it been? Hmm, couldnt really pin point the exact date. Never mind. What i want to say was, after all the wait and waiting and gosh... its been so many months, finally its out!!!

In every hero there could be a villain

The season 3 teaser featuring Noah Bennet talking to Claire stating, "Since before you were born, i was finding these people and locking them away so that they couldnt hurt anybody. Now a dozen of them have escaped, and they will kill... and they will terrorize... and they will cause... unimaginable destruction to the world... they're villains, Claire".

I've downloaded both episode 1 (The Second Coming) and episode 2 (The Butterfly Effect), but havent really got the time to watch them. From what i've heard and read, its good, way too good. The plot and ploy are as always brilliant. Captivating and fascinating, makes you want to get your hand on the next episode.

Peter Petrelli, Sylar, Claire Bennet, Dr Suresh, Hiro Nakamura... man, i just wanna see them in action. But one thing really shock me, unlike Dr Suresh being the doctor who have the serum that could cure, he end up evolving into a "hero" himself. And the fact that he would end up like The Fly in those were the days movie? Or was it cockroach? That really something...

Kinda reminds me of Dr Lizard in Spiderman.

Helix; GOD sending great ability

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Misunderstanding


I thought; you felt, we then end up assuming
Different background, diverse perception
Trying to claim how missing pieces could form a picture
One thing lead to another; fallen angel flew even deeper

Not understanding; not pertaining; not accepting
Higher the wall as you climb, larger the ocean as you swim
Words said cant be taken back, actions made cant be undone
In what state of mind did it corrupt?
Unhappiness.
Draws misunderstanding...

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Waking up in the morning bright, beautiful sun at my sight
Gasping in dismay as it might, lies beneath an unpleasant sigh...


A friend of mine ask me this question last night, "So, how are you?". After being much of a consultant, i found myself in the mist of uncertainties. The dexterity and flexibility of the fingers aint proving its value at the moment, but rather stay still and stood right there. Im clouded on how should i reply...

Eyes are heavy; my mind is at a mess. It doesnt feel right or wrong, just another empty beat of a song. How could i please everyone? I did what i could and somehow it's never enough. I cant be perfect. Acknowledgement and appreciation. Words that lost its way.

"Why do people always made me feel guilty and bitchy?", she asked me earlier on. Probably by now, its me questioning this.

My scale doesnt seems to balance. Im frustrated. Voices inside long to be heard, but who is to listen? I hate myself. At least here, this is some spaces i could have, where i could sit and craft, write and draft. Silence... calm this piece of troubled mind.
For some reasons i cant explain,
i know Saint Peter wont call me name...
At the end of the day, its just another rant i would say...

You are what you think you are;
think more of yourself and there are more of you...

Monday, September 22, 2008

Fine Milk Chocolate

Sold in Imperial War Museum, these are are chocolates.

No British poster of the Second World War had the dramatic impact of Kitchener's Your Country Needs You in the First. Yet for millions of Britons who lived through the war years from 1939 to 1945, poster themes such as Grow Your Own Food, Careless Talk Costs Lives and Is The Journey Really Necessary? were never to be forgotten. As well as their message, they provide a fascinating glimpse of the prevailing manners and customs of the day.

The wartime posters reproduced here are a small selection from the collection held by the Imperial War Museum.

Fine Milk Chocolate

Milk
During the Second World War, milk was in short supply because land which once fed cows was used to grow food for humans. This poster is one of a series designed by James Fitton RA for the Ministry of Food reminding the public that children were entitled to extra milk.

Now it got me thinking... Will our country produce something like this?

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Full Moon


Saw this in outside my room at 6:45AM. So beautiful. Somehow i always find full moon to be rather fascinating; the beauty of nature are endlessly mesmerizing. Beauty in the eyes, bringing a sense of peacefulness in my mind.

It would be lovely if one day i get to see Aurora Borealis. Lights across the sky.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

We Need A Change

Should i say its getting more and more chaotic? Or its getting more and more interesting?

Because it seems to me that every move and motion made, are simply irrational. Another word, immature. Its like the action and consequence never cross their mind. Oops... i just remembered, they aint any of Zhuge Liang or Zhou Yu in the Red Cliff, Romance of Three Kingdom.

As a part of this niche, i seriously doubt where im living. Questions clouded my sight as i cant see where we are moving from here. Its disappointing. At the same time, its entertaining considering another door is opening for us.

What good is rebate when there's a scammer behind it. All the prices that gone up will stay even if the source decline. Did you ever think of us? Budget released, but how did it benefit us? Another of your plain words?

Here is somewhere we belong. Your history traces you back to Indonesia, so does that makes you immigrants as well? What is the need to send SOOO many outstation when actually needed a few? Bold, but blunt. Many agreed that it is a ploy to avoid potential crossovers.

Why afraid when you are the king? Perhaps you who understand better than us that you're no longer... We have lost hope and faith in this ground. Its about time as well...

Is duty and responsibility something wrong to do? 3 dailies issued show-cause letters? Why is the journalist being detained when she is just reporting the fact? Every press release have to go through editorial process, so why aint the editorial board share the same fate? Why is the perpetrator still walking free? Why he who torn the portrait able to escape from any attention?

'Detention of Journalist an Act to Intimidate Media'

Recent report had assure us that its still on track. Time is ticking their life away; walls are closing down on them. It excites me just thinking of a new revolution. My hometown; my native. There are still hope lies within this society... We need a change.

Desperate for September 16.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I Miss You

A line. Its easy to draw. Like in a portrait or a picture, its straight. Least curve; least sway. Probably it is what that distinct me, different from many by sight.

He didnt talk much today. Quiet and silence. Often you might see him smiling, laughing, or probably singing softly a tune or two. However today seems to be rather unusual. Calm before the storm? Nop, just doesnt feel like talking. A line, that's how his smiles today looks like. Slightest arch.

Yesterday was barely a foot size, today's mark thousand miles away. When all matters, he knows it aint going to be easy. A feeling of uneasiness lies deep within him, is aching. How are you? He misses her. Sigh.
Dont give up
Because there will be a day
(our) fate will reunite...
and she says...dear, dont bite your lips...

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Happy Feet

It was after dinner when we all decided to head over to Happy Feet at New World Park. It was very much a hype since the last few months and i've always wanted to go.

Experiencing how it is for the nibble fishes to eat up the dead cells. Its very ticklish at the beginning. We couldnt help but to make funny looking faces due to much tickles and laugh so loud as if we are the only customers in there!

my feet~

Its exciting and of cause, ticklish. However after a while when you started to get used to it, its getting better. Enjoy the sensation feel of it. Nice. Who is interested to come again?


How ironic... they saw food the moment i dipped my feet in, while i saw sushi as they swam towards me... =x

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Three

I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed...


It sounds pretty lame, but i just have to admit that im kinda amazed when i heard it for the first time. Never knew wthin such a hilarious movie Harold and Kumar 2: Escape from Guantanamo Bay, lies a brilliant poetry using mathematical as a genre. Three...