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A noisy fly and other friends

I don't normally do this, but this hits me at a level equivalent to Narnia, so I gotta bitch.

Yesterday I went to a church wedding. Now I believe in God, but he's not Jesus. So there was a mild conflict of interest as I spent a hazy Saturday afternoon in His House. But my friend was exchanging marriage vows and what-nots, so I shelved my discomfort aside and came to offer my best wishes. Afterall, the previous church wedding I attended was a warm rosy affair, and I imagined this the same.

How wrong I was.

First of all, the pastor was very very annoying. He pretended to be the star attraction of the event, rather than the couple about to marry. In his monotonous mumbling voice, he delivered a lecture on love, loving and lovingness and all and it was so dam nauseating. I counted the word love a total of 3000 times in his speech of 30 minutes. Like a fly dancing around in a pile of decaying flesh, he kept zipping and zapping and yapping non-stop. And the worse part was, the trophy speech he delivered, a girl translated it into chinese for the sake of all those who mercifully missed it.

Real thoughful. I can't speak for everyone in the audience, but I had wanted him to Nike the solemnization. The bleddy fool refused to just do it.

We waited and waited and waited. After a whole 60 mins, he reluctantly exited the centre-stage. Finally the wheels creaked and the event went its way to a photo taking session. A quick snap of people close to the bride and groom for memorial's sake, ya? It should all go pretty, till the order of appearance flashed onto a powerpoint slide across the church wall. If I remembered correctly, the order went a little like this:

1. Groom's relatives
2. Bride's relatives
3. Groom's chuch friends
4. Bride's church friends
5. Groom's colleagues
6. Bride's colleagues
7. Groom's other friends
8. Bride's other friends

Naturally I fell into category no. 8. I confess, I'm not really close to the bride. But some of my friends knew her for 10 plus years, and they helped with her wedding and they still fell into no. 8 (Bride's other friends). Again, I don't know how they feel, but I'm really glad to see where I stand when it comes to this friendship.

Thanks for the clarification. I believe this is how racial discrimination got started.

no way

many faces

What is this User Guide meant for?

I have chosen. My life, my drawing, my writings, my runnings, all are meant for talking to the child inside. He, who has so much things to say, but knows not how to say. Madness, I know. This sounds like madness. And sometimes, I do wonder if I am schizoid :b. But I am me. So that's that.

"Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he says. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.

We have to listen to the child we once are, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.

The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

If we are not reborn - if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and enthusiasm of childhood - it makes no sense to go on living.

There are many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God's law. Those who try to kill the soul also violate God's law, even though their crime is less visible to others.

We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be embarrased by this child. We must not allowed this child to be scared because this child is alone and is almost never heard.

We must allow this child the take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is different from every other day.

We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please the child - even if this means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.

Remember human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that child, we will not lose contact with life."

- Paulo Coelho, By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept

whose fault is it?

The Singapore Dream or The Singapore Plan

Singapore Dreaming is a dream child of both Colin and Jocelyn, and it started from a piece they wrote in 2000 about their own lives. It struck a chord, floated around the inter-connected web of rumours and attracted others to come forth and tell their own Singaporean stories.

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An Inconvenient Truth

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who will wash his face?

2 men went into the forest to put out a fire. After the fire was no more, they walked towards a stream. One man had a clean face, while the other's was smeared with black. Now, who will wash his face?

The one with the clean face? Or the other man?

The Truth

Robert J Ringer said, "people say they love truth, but in reality they want to believe that which they love is true."

Golf memberships, again

Golf memberships are good for you

i find that hard to swallow

Foul-weather friends

Another charming web-comic.

This strip is talking about foul-weather friends, namely people who turn up and show concern when you are in distress. I consider myself as one of these. Not that I'm proud or anything. But deep down inside, I suspect I actually like misery. People with problems. I admire them, cos when they overcome it, they become something bigger.

So I'm drawn to people with problems, like a shark to blood. I think I'm evil. Hahaha.

a reason for PS3, perhaps?

The PS3 has been rumoured to launch at a price of US$600. For such a hefty sum, the console had better come with a sentient AI, a mini-nuclear power supply and time-travel capabilities.

However, I am willing to lower my expectations a little if in-game battle scenes of FF XIII really look this awesome.

Do me a Crouchie

Hey, my own strip. Whew. This is hard. I sketched this on paper with a pencil, scanned into my PC and drew everything over Photoshop. Took me a total of 8 hours.

This really is hard

Digital coloring is hard

Digital coloring with Photoshop is hard. It's a different cow altogther from normal rendering.