sigh. just when i was about to move on, i got a email saying my blog was shortlisted to be part of something. hence frogboy shortstories will rekindle. i'm giving my short story blog aka blook (book blog) a new start. starting with reposting and new material as days go by as and when i feel like putting. so all who want to read the stories, reread and rediscover tweaks and grammatical improvements in the refurbished stories. i urge rereading of some of them as like movies you discover new angles to stories although short, i give alot of thought into them. one more thing. special thanks to Renaissance Publishing for giving my blog erm a publicity boost. haha.
Hillsongs and that Planetshaking band all should just shrivel up and die!!! WELCOME the age of actually cool modern Christian music ROCKING the secular charts out there. Flyleaf
Heavy metal Christian Rock music. next best thing after P.O.D. can you worship with this music? You decide. but still, i have always enjoyed screaming ladies like this band's lead. this song I'm so sick is about wanting to get out of this selfish world.
Until June Everyone will go crazy for this band. It's the One Republic and Jonas Brothers of God. i can see you smiling to the song right now. Fireflight
They didn't allow me to put the music video for this song so here's the song with the lyrics on. Christian Paramore i would say. or Avril. Next best thing since Evanescence.
The strait times, Wednesday, June 18 2008. The film making industry is getting more and more exciting. Singapore Film Commission's new director Mr Kenneth Tan said he and his team "believes Singapore has a pool of untapped talent(scriptwriters and film makers.)and with the new grant, local film industry is actually progressing. the government sees $$$ in feature films and are willing to fund prospective projects. this makes me consider changing my visual communication Major in ADM(art design media)BFA NTU to film making. i mean what firm prospect is there out there in visual communications(ceteris paribus: i am moderate talent not a genius.) my short stories out there, only 10 i feel are film-script worthy.
memory
breathing in the shadows
all you bleed is love
when you came over
only her teddy bears know
love in sars
longest car ride
damien's monologue
nothing stands in our way
chicken rice
agape
deleting my shortstory blog in a way does help keep plagiarism at bay as an amateur. but what bull am i shitting thinking my works are actually 'something'. i actually have two stories in limbo right now. 'Night safari' and 'Barge'. the main reason why i deleted my short stories is because it is causing my mind to warp and think silly things. i cant explain it. try writing a 13000 word romantic story and you will understand.
how talented am i? honestly in terms of my aesthetic ability. i believe no one except myself actually knows what i actually can do with a pen in my hands. and most of the time i surprise everyone. to me honestly, i might not be perfect the first time but i believe eveything i draw is perfect and beautiful. but i am not doing enough to prove it. contemporary writing = my shortstories photography (praise from others are my subject choice and cropping.) drawing (digital and traditional, majoring in crayon use, coloured pencils, line illustration, photoshop effects, freehand wackiness, random monsters, cartoonised caricatures, weird images.) crafts= can create the most amazing shapes and sculptures with whatever i have. definitely out of the box.
i can do anything with my hands. i used to think i was stupid. honestly. but i was wrong. my mind is different. i see different. i see right and wrong. my beautiful is not warped. it is fresh. new. different. real. romantic. light. simple. stunning. brilliant. provoking. honest. perfection. these are not self praise. i believe these are adjectives to describe my works. they require second looks, a laugh, a thought, appreciation.
i dont know thats how i feel. i dont know with what i so believe in myself, where i will be 10 years down the road. i could be all the way up there OR i will be all the way up there but i know i will not be another person. full confidence but just cannot wait. also dont know where to start. dont know what to start. dont know how to start. god help me.
i thought through a while and then decided to do it. and its gone! deleted my shortstory blog.
on to what i personally feel as better things.
i am sick and tired of the ignorant people like that old man who kept correcting me when i was doing own business. i'm glad he isnt my father/related to me or i will just die. he ruined my night. i just bought a garment i felt was really worth it. but retail therapy ends there. my only saving grace of the week. yes i've been down this week. i dont show most of the freaking time but i am. there is definitely something wrong with me. let me analyze. i realised i don't know where all my friends went. they disappeared from my life. gone. cut off. dead. what does it cost to sustain it? what amount of effort do i need to put in even when i dont feel like doing it to maintain norm? maybe its army. maybe its because of just finishing 72hours of fucking duty.i know its army actually. or maybe my mental instability cut off from the world that moves... i dont know maybe its a moment. my head is throbbing with emptiness. i wasnt lying days ago. things just go downhill. god does make things worse. its the lack of him. it annoys me why he and me just dont click whether up or down. i feel like giving up. i'm getting very sick and very tired.no more comments. this ends here.
You like allen page? you like hard candy? you like juno? no? Maybe you are a fan of very good cinematography. Whatever it is WATCH The Tracey Fragments. It's a crazy and depressing heart wrenching movie about erm a crazy and depressed young girl. watch it heeerrrre. Yup.
actually i have been reading and looking at my shortstory blog again and realised there are only some nice shortstories i treasure. and some actually really good ones. many of them like the 'mango store' one aka my first story is not good and immensly unrealistic. i am not proud of it. but as time passes, as i analyze what girls think and behave in front of men. and how i feel towards girls i fancy, i capture and more often than not open it up to a 'what if' making the story very real. and yes real does include physical contact and sex. lets not ACT innocent here and behave as if SEX does not exist in relationships whether they do it or not, its these things that tingle.
i have a story called Night Safari coming along in my happy mood Muji jotterbook. it's written in a wretched manner and might be difficult to read for Happy House people.
i actually enjoyed Kungfu panda the movie. despite having all the characters being immensely hideous. the only saddening thing was that Angelina Jolie the tigress only spoke 6 times in the show. but the funny was actually funny. yay. i also watched The Happening. its the trees that are killing the people. Opps i just ruined the show for all of you. HAWHAW. overall the show isnt happening. boo. Sex and the city is the most beautiful thing you would ever watch if you are into monolos and uncalledfor dresses. (in particular the bird on SJP's head. ) if not, you are probably a guy and it would be the most frightening nightmare you've ever watched. (even if a man is right, we're wrong and we are just meat. money. pets.) i love charlotte. the only eyecandy.
i have well spent my pay for this month and am almost broke. today is only the 2nd day of this months pay. my birthday is coming and i know i will spend even more then so i don't know how to survive in the coming weeks.
my army life is full of drama. it should be a channel 8 serial. in fact it should be Honour and Passion 2. but i'm glad there is drama. time passes faster and then ord lo.
Santogold Fresh sound. Crooner screamer slow rapper. I define her unique sound as jamaican experimental music. Place to listen is in a musty alcohol cellar playing pool with 3 indie friends. Pure soul. Sounds like: No Doubt meets Gwen Stafani. And I'm not being ambivalent. Note worthy songs: Say Aha, You'll find a way, Shove it. hear it
Maria Mena The female answer to John Mayer. Listen to her and see if i am right. For all the songs in youtube by her gives me the chills of genuineness. I loved all the songs i dont know which to feature here. Its in the lyrics. Note worthy songs: Just Hold me, i miss you love, You're the only one. Soundslike: Natasha Bedingfield minus all the commercial pretense. hear this and this too.
A Fine Frenzy Daydream music. Watching a busy street and being all sensitive about the fabrics of existance. light music. like tinkling to your ears. Sounds like: A raw Colby Callait. Buy:One cell in the sea. hear it
finally my booty designs appeared after a million years. whatever it is... i designed 7 designs. here's one. the 1st one. vote for the forallrebels design. everyday log in to this link and vote for my design. everyone can vote once in 24 hours, it depends on vote count. if i get more votes, i get more noticed, i ccan win so please support my drmartens!!!! yay. so far so good. i hope to be featured. erm yay again!
an old story i wrote on 24th March this year. about a prostitute. and her uncanny customer. somehow someone already filmed it. pleasure factory. blehhh. whatever. here's it. for you to reread if you have read it before or read it now if you have not.
breathing in the shadows She leaned on the pillar of the bus stop, grasping onto the gaping hole on her top and her hand bag which sling had been torn off. She squinted against smudged mascara, struggling to read the bus directory on the glass panel but it could not make sense of the language. It was 2 am after Saturday; it was also 2 am after a vicious rape by a client who didn’t even pay. There was a numbing pain in her thigh and stomach with blood streaming from her arm. Her right stiletto had lost its heel and her hair was in a mess due to pulling. She sniffled and cursed under her breath against the streaking lights of ignorant vehicles on the road. No money to go home, she took refuge in a cigarette in that corner of the bus stop. Her soul was obviously dead but life still ticked on and she was still breathing in the shadows. Shane Ng was quietly seated at the other end of the other end of the bus bay, hugging himself in the icy cold of the small hours and waiting for bus NR7. He booked out of Sembawang Camp the night before and went for late night supper with his friends. His vigorous training throughout the week took a toll on his energy and he was tired. Although it was a waste of time out from camp, he needed to sleep most the time to remain sane and alive. At this point of his life, Shane’s contact with the outside world was almost non-existent; neither seen nor heard. He yawned. It was then he saw her. She saw him too. He was probably half her age. She rubbed her grazed arm. She was desperate for help but her conscience knew she should never touch innocence so she looked away. Unfortunately, innocence himself had a heart and she sensed his gaze. She resided in the shadows behind the shadows but it did not work. He peeked at the other corner to the back where she tried to disappear into. “You are injured.” He said in mandarin. A language she understood. “Piss off. Care about yourself is enough for you, kid.” She snapped hiding her face with her palm. But this only displayed her long gash on her arm that obviously needed treatment. “You are injured.” “You are a busy body.” She took a puff from her cigarette. “I can bring you to see a doctor.” She guffawed at his naivety. “Little boy. I am illegal.” She revealed to him tactfully. She didn’t mind telling him this fact for he looked awfully harmless. “I am a prostitute.” She looked at him and then to the budget hotel across the street where other girls could be seen cajoling old men. “If I am still your age, I wouldn’t waste my precious time about people like me. Unfortunately when I was your age, I had to fuck three clients a night to pay off my debts.” She said in a detached bitter reminiscence. Shane winced as he saw through her cynicism and self demeaning stance. It could just be due to the dim fluorescent lights of the bus bay or perhaps the dead of the night, but as they both stood there fidgeting, Shane was as alone in this Place where no one cared as she was. A lamppost that had died rekindled beside the bus bay. “I still think you need medication.” “I told you I cannot go to a hospital! They’ll arrest me after they attend to me. I can take care of myself so mind your own business. Your bus is here.” True enough a bus was droning near the bus bay. However Shane did not signal for it to stop and the bus passed the stop. “You don’t want to go home is it?” She cursed under her breath and began to totter away. “I have first aid at home.” She stopped and swivelled around. “You want to bring me home kid? I should have known!” She sauntered sleazily but clumsily towards him close. Her finger ran from his shoulder to his chest. “But you got to pay.” Mouthed her curved cerise lips into his ear. With one heel, she was as tall as the 19 year old. He sighed. “How much for a night then?” “$300.” She snapped. “Settled.” He replied. He took out his wallet and she snatched it away and peeked into it. There was barely fifty dollars in it. She held the tens like a paper fan. “You poor army boy.” “I have more in my bank. I can draw it now.” He pointed at the blue machine with the yellow words POSB scrawled above across the road. She felt sheepish having to take money from a juvenile like him but she shrugged the thought off for he was the one advancing. She sat on the seat of the bus bay and looked at the adjacent dustbin. “I’ll wait here.” She watched him scurry across the street to withdraw his cash. His black carrier bag was on the bench. She flippantly opened it up. There was a pile of clothes and an mp3 player. She squirmed in her seat. “You shouldn’t do this you know.” She said no longer with her usual persuasive tone as he came back with a wad of notes. “How much for a night?” She hesitated. “How much for a night?” “Since you are so handsome. And so young. 200 la.” He gave her $350 and flagged down a taxi. She stood up and wiped her mini skirt. She grabbed his wrist. “Where are we going I said I can’t go to the hospital right they will put me in jail!” “You are coming home with me la.” He said as he crouched into the back seat of the taxi. None of her clients ever brought her to their own home. It was too personal. “What about your parents?” she questioned as she moved into the vehicle beside him. The taxi driver glanced curiously at her through his windscreen. “My mother is not in Singapore since last year. My father doesn’t live with us anymore. I live alone for now.” Shane gave a brief summary of his morose background with too much trust in his tone. He placed his bag on the other side. “Which hotel you want boy?” the taxi driver chirped. “No. I want to go 14 Queen Astrid Park.” Soon there was a silence except for the whirring of the air conditioning and a soft Chinese melody. She glanced over to look at Shane. The only lights that haunted the space was the glowing meters of the taxi and lampposts that splash from above, casting fuzzy and interesting shapes and silhouettes on him. He was young, fit, and handsome and toned, nothing like those ugly old lechers who needed to buy her love for the night...
noodles... spaghetti, soba, lamien, kuey teow, linguine, maggi, handmade noodles, pho, ramen, alkaline noodles, beehoon... i appreciate the craftmanship taken to perfect the taste and texture of the noodles. i can even eat it plain. i just realized i have a subconscious obsession for noodles.i love the slithering pieces of edible material. soup, oil, sauce, cold, hot, warm, fat, flat, thin, i just love it. the rule to me is to never allow the beauty of the noodles be destroyed by the ingredients. give noodles space it deserves on your palate. well to me, the most disgusting noodle dishes that kills the beauty of noodles is the fucking infamous black color charkueyteow.
but i do lovelovelove: lamien. the texture of the handmade noodles are slightly tougher than maggi or manufactured noodles but the crystal jade sort is springy and smooth. it slides down your throat. especially the 'no.3' type you get to choose from the menu. best eaten with plain chicken broth or call for a medium sized bowl. slide the noodles into it. make sure it's dry from the soup. put one and a half teaspoon of the chilli flake oil they provide. and mix it well. then eat it and be transported to tastebud heaven. walah. perfection. instant noodles aka maggi noodles although the most processed noodles ever created by men, i feel it is one of the greatest creations made by men. fast, accessible and yummy. cooked well, it warms the stomach and seizes my crave for noodles with a happy and satisfied stomach. the texture, springy and succulent slides in the tongue well. oh and do remember to pour off the used water and get a new bowl of water after softening the noodles because of the wax coating melted by the water. my favorite flavors are:
charmee by myojo
koreanshrimp by nong shim
spicy seasame oil by nissin
potato pork by nong shim
tomyum
cold soba is orgasmic. these buckwheat noodles make me want to have sex. i'll eat it when i do. a definite aphrodisiac for me. a tinge of taste here and there from the slightly savory sauces jap restaurants provide. the best ones are cold and soft yet solid. best with the brown watery dip many jap restaurants provide. yup. italian noodles i prefer linguine over spaghetti. linguine is the epitome of mee pok. the upper class. the smoothest most textured invention meant for a gastronomical eruption paired with onion oil or olive oil. a must have ingredient for this noodles to add to the burst is herbs like my favorite must have: rosemary. charbeehoon is the perfect comfort food for the morning. i don't even remember a single morning i hate charbeehoon. and this is a rare thing because i hate to eat almost everything in the morning.
other favorites include kuey teow and egg noodles.
noodles best friend:
rosemary leaves
chili flake oil from crystal jade
olive oil
black vinegar
i will set up a noodle fan club one day. i realised there isnt any out there. also, if i were to jump into the f&b industry, i will definitely do noodles. do justice to it.
Harold and Maude quirkiest show ever. i'm so fucking juiced watching this. screaming out for the different. inspires a lifestyle. as what Maude said: "the earth is my body, my head is in the stars."
get crazy. go mad. live sad. love life. die happy. touch holes.
my life is stagnating. my brain is so rotting, i am becoming frustrated for no reason. i'm quicker to anger and sadness. refuging in shopping burns a hole in my pocket. i am in a zero god state now. god does not even exist in my life. i wonder how long this will last. i've jumped into storybook reading for a moment and i get so bored of the structure of the books. dan brown's digital fortress suck like a thousand vaccum cleaners. PS i love you deserves to be in the rubbish bin. i jump into writing stories and now i am in a dry point. read my latest swimming one or that fucking gay one. its so lame and dumb. i lost my touch since stories like Memory or When you came over. i jumped into working out. and have been lifting weights like an idiot to fill time and tire my entire body so that i can feel tired and sleep for the fucking day. hence you can see the result in the pictures below. when i bought my drmarten boots, i donned upon the design our next boot contest and i sent like a million entries. i hope i win. i'll like get SD3000. but this being an international competition, my hopes are dim. oh well. my damien's monologue has just lost it's tempo. film making is tedious and retarded. i'm so tired of it. i dont want to be the director. i just want to write a fking script. i need a wacom asap but i have a hole in my pocket. HOW... life sucks. i love drawing. i fell in love with it all over again. it's my first love and the greatest love ever. as i said i have been exercising. decided to become a xiaxue/desmond ngiam and show off my result so far. free time literally gave me meat! its rare to find me topless although i wear slim fit so here's me topless.
Better than Beyonce's Irreplaceable. (Note the lyrics)
Beautiful, horrible; magical terrible, Reason to laugh and smile, Reason to cry yourself to sleep at night, start a fight. Make up break up wrong or right. Heaven for all it's worth, can equally be hell right here on earth.
And no one really knows anything about it but everybody needs it. We can't live without it. And that's the way it goes, dark as day bright as night. Just some other thing you might hear if you ask what love feels like:
And it feels like joy, and it feels like pain. And it feels like sunshine, feels like rain. An excuse for dieing, reason to live. And if you don't know that's what love is... Love is... oh
Gentle kiss, sweet caress, kiss the base of your neck. Argue until my head hurts I can't remember what you said out Screaming loud don't know what we're screaming 'bout So confusing yes it's true but if it wasn't there what would we do?
And no one really knows anything about it but everybody needs it. We can't live without it. And that's the way it goes, dark as day bright as night. Just some other things you might hear if you ask what love feels like:
And it feels like joy, and it feels like pain. And it feels like sunshine, feels like rain. An excuse for dieing, reason to live. And if you don't know that's what love is... Love is... oh
(That's love) Anything that can bring you up, or bring you down (That's love) Could be the sun up in your sky, or the darkest cloud. (That's love) And we need it, (That's love) And we need it, (That's love) Ask anybody how it feels.
And it feels like joy, and it feels like pain. And it feels like sunshine, feels like rain. An excuse for dieing, reason to live. And if you don't know that's what love is... Love is...
this poster was done many months ago. just decided to post it up to the public for fun today. click for a larger more awesome view. some ppl tend to be more unglam then others.
oh and i got new photos of myself. see dp. handsome right? stop swooning.
currently writing a new short story called 'chickenrice'. i'll try to revert back to my very short yet well written way of writing. no need for a proper plot development. just an experience of a scene will do enough justice to matters.
Elbow, one day like this surprisingly, elbow has a much entertaining video
okay i admit. i actually like mariah carey's E=mc2 album. i like the first 7 songs from the album. if i choose my top 3 favorite songs, they'd be 'i'm that chick', 'migrate' and 'cruise control'. i do not like the classic mariah but these hip hop r&b songs actually are groovy. the rest of the album is okay. definately an achievement. unfortunately... madonna's hard candy album gets old and timberlandishly annoying after a long hard listen. the album grew weaker when it came to justin's songs like 'dance 2night' and 'spanish lesson'. but the peak of the album i got to say is 'miles away', 'she's not me' and 'incredible'. its sad but i admit even britney's blackout had more memorable tunes than maddy's. madonna's ray of light album was a journey, though not as amazing as confessions, is very experimental dance yes but also very ambient. 'frozen' and 'ray of light' are like spiritual. great songs from the album are 'drowned world/substitute for love', 'skin' and 'to have and not to hold'. i can worship god with the songs really. but the greatest album i've ever uncovered in my entire life would be madonna's confessions album. an album that need not be remixed and also an album that actually offered the listeners an experience. peak of the album, 'let it will be' onwards. also do note that danity kane's welcome to the dollhouse is an amazing underrated album that shouts out for a listen. for all hiphoppers and dance lovers alike, danity kane's album grows on you and are actually complex songs. love the album go give it a listen. Note the song, "sucka for love'. M83 album is alright but 'Kim and Jessie' is the best song. kylie minogue came out with a sweet album called X but it was too happy for my liking. i like my dance music more like MOS's, like madonna's spiritual numbers. leona lewis never lasted the 2 hit singles/1st 2 songs. terrible album full of fillers. jason mraz in we sing we dance we steal things was utterly horrible. janet jackson was an experience album with her trademark sensuous sounds that i love but did not surpass her damita jo album. duffy is a flawless piece of retro art better than winehouse but i dont really like the clean sound.
here are albums that just reached my ears or am liking at the moment:
santogold (NEW black experimental raggae artist. no comments yet.)
metrostation (NEW easy click fivey pop with an electronica twist. )
colbie callait (guilty pleasure.)
M83(ambient electronica where i define its sound as 80s rock meets the pre-viva-la-vida coldplay)
britney spears oops i did it again album. (pre-millennium backlash.)
ashlee simpson, bittersweet world. (NEW no comments yet.)
