Tuesday, October 27, 2009 @ Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Question:
Is what you are currently reading/viewing or studying challenging you in any way? In what way?
Currently, I am reading this interesting article about Post-gay. I was somewhat intrigued by this conversational topic. Post-gay means homosexuals define their identity by something other than their sexual preference. Rather than confining their living space to just their homosexual lifestyle, they are having a large group of heterosexual friends and living in a more relaxing pace to protesting for same-sex marriage in gay pride march. I was quite blown away by this topic, as I assumed all gay are quite pro-active in striving fortheir same-sex right. But some actually don’t, they just make peace with what the society want them to be.
Short and sweet..
Hope my faci can take such a gayish response...
Imaginarist
Regine: The name that will be forever embedded in my heart
Thursday, October 22, 2009 @ Thursday, October 22, 2009
Darling's country story...Imaginarist
Tuesday, October 20, 2009 @ Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The nest of young eagles hung on every word as the Master Eagle described
his exploits. This was an important day for the eaglets. They were preparing for
their first solo flight from the nest. It was the confidence builder many of
them needed to fulfill their destiny.
"How far can I travel?" asked one of the eaglets.
"How far can you see?" responded the Master Eagle.
"How high can I fly?" quizzed the young eaglet.
"How far can you stretch your wings?" asked the old eagle.
"How long can I fly?" the eaglet persisted.
"How far is the horizon?" the mentor rebounded.
"How much should I dream?" asked the eaglet.
"How much can you dream?" smiled the older, wiser eagle.
"How much can I achieve?" the young eagle continued.
"How much can you believe?" the old eagle challenged.
Frustrated by the banter, the young eagle demanded, "Why don't you answer my questions?""I did."
"Yes. But you answered them with questions."
"I answered them the best I could."
"But you're the Master Eagle. You're supposed to know everything.If you can't answer these questions, who can?"
"You." The old wise eagle reassured.
"Me? How?" the young eagle was confused.
"No one can tell you how high to fly or how much to dream. It's different for each eagle. Only you know how far you'll go. No one on this earth knows your potential or what's in your heart. You alone will answer that. The only thing that limits you is the edge of your imagination."
The young eagle puzzled by this asked, "What should I do?"
"Look to the horizon, spread your wings, and fly."
Copyright 2001, Tom Reilly
Just fly.....
Imaginarist
Monday, October 19, 2009 @ Monday, October 19, 2009
| You Are Dumplings |
 You are cute, polite, and considerate. You are well known for your generosity, and you truly love to share. You have a real style and presence about you. You know how to take the simplest thing and make it look chic. You tend to order carefully and conservatively off the menu of life. Simplicity is your motto, and you don't like to take on too much at once. You are the type of person who does one thing at a time, really immersing yourself in the moment. You detest multitasking. |
Yep, My Fave!!!
Imaginarist
@ Monday, October 19, 2009
I noe...I am a bastard...for not replying ur sms..
I noe..I am an idiot..for saying I wun do it again..yet I do it all over again..
Yep...I say I am sorry..and I still do it all over again...
Yep...I am not a good gf...
I noe I keep making u cry...
I am not what u want of me...
I can't give u what u want....
But It's HURT...furcking hurt..when u say her name again...
When u say she console u...when u say she ask u to forgive me...
I dun wan her fucking advise..
If u think she is better than me...
just go and find her...
Imaginarist
Sunday, October 18, 2009 @ Sunday, October 18, 2009
The good-o-meter
hahaha..
It's quite funny...
The modern Jesus and his "holy grace" just save this guy from one murder case, 3 child-abduction, having an affair with his brother's wife, lying his way out when his brother found out, setting fire on his neighbour's house, molestation of over 100+ women and killed his parent in a fit of anger...
Nice grace..
Anybody wan his grace??
Imaginarist
The Joke of the Day
Wednesday, October 14, 2009 @ Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I nv really update a decent post for this week...
Ok, I need to confess...A woman actually want to pay me to do her...
This is so like the first time...like HUH(O.O)
After the rejection, she just went offline...LOL...
Seriously, Sex without love is like eating a sandwich without the ham and egg...
Ciao~
Imaginarist
Tuesday, October 13, 2009 @ Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Coz I nearly miss the love of my life...
tat's u...silly~
I nv type such a major confession in my blog before...
This is the first time...
Thanks god, I nv let u go...else...regret will be the only word that I can say...
I wanna hold ur hand...and keep on walking....till we r all wrinkled and grouchy...haha..
Nope...I will custom make a coffin tat allow 2 ppl to lie beside each other...
^^...U see..u can't kick me out of ur life...even in death..wahahaha
Imaginarist
@ Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Super Mario's Secret Sex Tape
HAHAHA...
I nv tot Mario is this horny b4...
SO fucking Hilarious....
XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Imaginarist
@ Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The reason for wearing the wedding ring on your forth finger
I try it...
Unless u tighten ur middle finger, else your forth finger will be separated in a sec..
Middle finger: yourself
So it's sth like a kind of personal commitment to your significant other...
Tighten ur middle finger...try it..
Imaginarist
Friday, October 09, 2009 @ Friday, October 09, 2009
Funny Chem
hahaha...
I really like the part when hydrogen and carbon meet with each other...so hilarious...
The noble gases dun bond..so better shuck away from them..they r toooo cool..
Potassium + water= Explosive reaction...
Kaboom....
Imaginarist
The happiness webby^^
Thursday, October 08, 2009 @ Thursday, October 08, 2009
I was reading MSN articles when I happened to see this website that allows ppl to blog their daily life in One sentence...
http://www.happinessprojecttoolbox.com/using_happiness_toolbox.html
IT's abt happines..personal growth...and keeping one's resolution...^^
Enjoy...guys...
Imaginarist
Wednesday, October 07, 2009 @ Wednesday, October 07, 2009
| Deep Down You Are Tortured |
 You're the type of person who has a very tumultuous past that still effects you today. You can't help but think that life is some sort of sick cosmic joke. You try to find your peace wherever you can. You don't show the world your darkest thoughts. You have a lot to endure, and your keeping it to yourself. Your outlook can be surprisingly sunny at times. You're an expert at picking yourself up when you fall. |
Imaginarist
@ Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Wheeeeeeeeeee
Finally found a blogskin tat suit my complex taste...
The whole blogskin totally is so me...
I nv have this kind of strong belonging to my own blog b4..
School is so so...
Thanks God FYP is EASY this time round..
Just need to do some research...n whack the code inside it...
Hope my teammates will "ethu" abt it...
I hope...
Imaginarist
Wislawa Szymborska
Tuesday, October 06, 2009 @ Tuesday, October 06, 2009
They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is more beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways--
perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?
I want to ask them
if they don't remember--
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number"caught in the receiver?--
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night. perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?
Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way - in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.
Look at the happy couple.
Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
Listen to them laughing - its an insult.
The language they use - deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines -
it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!
It's hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who'd want to stay within bounds?
True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.
Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
Four a.m.
The hour between night and day.
The hour between toss and turn.
The hour of thirty-year-olds.
The hour swept clean for rooster's crowing.
The hour when the earth takes back its warm embrace.
The hour of cool drafts from extinguished stars.
The hour of do-we-vanish-too-without-a-trace.
Empty hour.
Hollow. Vain.
Rock bottom of all the other hours.
No one feels fine at four a.m.
If ants feel fine at four a.m.,
we're happy for the ants. And let five a.m. come
if we've got to go on living.
Hatred
See how efficient it still is,
how it keeps itself in shape--
our century's hatred.
How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles,
How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down.
It's not like other feelings.
At once both older and younger.
It gives birth itself to the reasons
that give it life.
When it sleeps, it's never eternal rest.
And sleeplessness won't sap its strength; it feeds it.
One religion or another--
whatever gets it ready, in position.
One fatherland or another--
whatever helps it get a running start.
Justice also works well at the outset
until hate gets its own momentum going.
Hatred. Hatred.
Its face twisted in a grimace
of erotic ecstasy.
Oh these other feelings,
listless weaklings.
Since when does brotherhood
draw crowds?
Has compassion
ever finished first?
Does doubt ever really rouse the rabble?
Only hatred has just what it takes.
Gifted, diligent, hardworking.
Need we mention all the songs it has composed?
All the pages it has added to our history books?
All the human carpets it has spread
over countless city squares and football fields?
Let's face it:
it knows how to make beauty.
The splendid fire-glow in midnight skies.
Magnificent bursting bombs in rosy dawns.
You can't deny the inspiring pathos of ruins
and a certain bawdy humor to be found
in the sturdy column jutting from their midst.
Hatred is a matter of contrast--
between explosions and dead quiet,
red blood and white snow.
Above all, it never tires
of its leitmotif--the impeccable executioner
towering over its soiled victim.
It's always ready for new challenges.
If it has to wait awhile, it will.
They say it's blind. Blind?
It has a sniper's keen sight
and gazes unflinchingly at the future
as only it can.
Imaginarist
Sunday, October 04, 2009 @ Sunday, October 04, 2009
| You Fall for the Sensitive and Romantic Type |
 You are a bit of an idealist when it comes to love, and you want to be with a partner who appreciates romance as much as you do. You know you've found your soulmate when you're with someone you'd die for. You believe in sacrificing everything for true love, if necessary. A simple "I love you," kiss, or even look can sweep you off your feet. You tend to get lost in the moment. You believe in happy endings, and you're looking for a prince or princess willing to ride off into the sunset with you. |
| You Would Pick Your Sweetheart Again! |
 You and your signifiant other are truly in love. You've connected and bonded with one another. You have a caring, respectful relationship with lots of open communication. That's not to say things are always ideal. What's important is that you're both committed to the working on relationship. You don't need to look any further. You've found your perfect match... one that you'd choose again if you had to do it over. |
^^
Darling...
I will choose u all over again in another time, another dimension...another era...
| Your Soul is Communicative |
 You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to. You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they're going to get it. You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you. Your near future is in a very different place (both physically and mentally) from where you are right now. For you, falling in love is all about the adventure and uncertainty. You can only fall in love with someone who keeps you guessing. |
There's 2 things I agree with this quiz...
Firstly, my future will be a whole lot difference from rite now..
Secondly, It's like I love my partner to keep me guessing all the time...haha
| Your Black Umbrella Says You're Powerful |
 You are naturally powerful and commanding. People look to you to take charge. You are elegant and classy. You know how to always say and do the right thing. While you stand out, you also fit it. You thrive in a variety of situations. On a rainy day: you carry on as normal - a little bad weather isn't going to get in your way! |
Imaginarist
Friday, October 02, 2009 @ Friday, October 02, 2009
Going home
Singapore Poly
This made me cry....
She had forgotten her own son..her own daughter in law...her house...but not her own granddaughter...
She kept asking ppl to bring her home...yet she dunno her way home...
That part just touched sth deep in my heart...
When she saw her grandaughter..she walked toward her...saying she was sorry to keep for her waiting at home...
I just break down...
Imaginarist
