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Monthly Archives: June 2008
A train derailed in Shandong.
Hurricane wrecked Myanmmar.
Typhoon struck the Philippines.
Earthquake scattered Sichuan.
In Korea, protest against imported beef. In Malaysia, protest against the fuel price.
With no less importance, this week, 200 letterbox were stolen by metal thieves from two HDB estates. Earlier this year, a Singpost van was reported to be missing.
Say no to everything you don’t love. And see what will happen.
They ate mutton stew at Arab Street and were reminded of the Kosher Delicassen in Closing Time at the Second Avenue Deli. They talked about best collections of short stories as if talking about good years of wines. Because of a book they want to visit a city. Compared to MFA experience, MBA looks pathetic.
This morning I took a train. And for the first time I noticed cabines are numbered. Stopped in front of me was cabin No. 2046.
Born as a bacterium,
migrating from human to chicken to horse,
I thought I was a globetrotter,
I don’t want to be scrutinized
under a microscopic lense,
In some thick solutions
of a petri dish
I did the best I can
Multiplying myself 2,000 times
I need to understand my failure
I need to understand my failure
says the lab assistant
These unspeaking spores
and lab machines
are centrifuging my dreams.
Filtration of joys
Precipitation of boredom
If I hadn’t chosen science,
I would be a pilot
flying over the blue ocean.
They don’t exist.
Somewhere somehow you could send sms to a chandelier and unlike many of your half-hearted friends it will read it. Industrial designer Ron Arad did exactly this, in his 2006 work Lolita comprised of 2000 plus crystals and 1000 plus LEDs forming a spiral band of screen that displays your glowing message.
After so many trial and error, I have fewer things than I’ve ever had in life. This is a game of bonuses and traps. Grab the bonus points. Avoid traps. Should I remembered this basic rule, I won’t assume more attempts would result in more winnings, as if life is a lottery. It is not a lottery, and people are not queued up for it. But if I had been calculating the risk, I would miss so many pleasures, so many experiences. Blindfolded I was like, taste the bonus with the same zealousness as tasting the poisons. Emerge scattered, almost screwed, and smiled.

