Here's another internet meme (that's meeeem),
from ci'en.
My ex is in town for 5 days. She's flown 7000 miles to attend a job interview, which is quite crazy. But she always was anyway, heh. We'll probably meet for dinner one of these days when I can remove myself from work, which requires me to be quite schizophrenic in terms of being alternately corporatized and creative. If it were an ebay seller, I would decidedly not "buy from again".
Maybe I should start misbehavin'.
I love Japanese curry, and so does the ex, so we'll probably do dinner at Curry Favor on Stamford Road.
I don’t understand people who leave out the red preserved picklely radish bits when they eat their curry rice. It makes all the difference.
I lose faith in this country and the ambitions of my generation whenever I work in non-creative, non-MNC offices. It's like being in the army all over again, where colleagues have no love for what they do, except this time there isn't a good excuse.
People say I’m not like them, but I wonder. Some days the idea of a job that pays ok and doesn't kill you with overtime sounds like a good trade-up for the lack of excitement and the death of some small part of me.
But then again,
love is simultaneously the highest and lowest form of art, and what worth is a life that has no art in it?
Somewhere, someone is risking everything on the strength of his own beliefs, and I envy him.
I will always be a worrier.
Forever is a long time to be regretting a mistake. Lately, a lot of the advice I've been getting has gone along the pseudo-inspirational lines of "Have no regrets!" It's sound advice, but
I never want to forget my mistakes.
(
I think the current US President has forgotten most of his.)
When I wake up in the morning, I am unable to see the day before me, and a ball of worry starts growing. The worst thing is not being able to control everything. But even if I could, I think I would hate it. I hate micro-management. Not to sound emo about it, but my happiest mental state would probably be unconsciousness.
My past was filled with bad CD purchases.
I get annoyed when I look at all the crappy CDs I spent good money on, and think of what I could have done with it instead. Regrets upon regrets. I actually own a Tommy Page album.
Parties are for showing off one's record collection. Maybe I'll throw a bad music party and exorcise the demons publicly.
My dog is named Mandy and you can see her on the top left corner of this page. She's put on some weight recently, and I mostly call her fatso now. I regret missing out on half her life, and short of bribing her with enough treats to kill, I don't think I can rely on her to save my life if I fell into a frozen lake.
My cat is named Kimmy, but that's a long story.
I don't regret any kisses.
Kisses are the best when you know you're not going to catch anything from them, and I've a clean bill of health.
Tomorrow, my girlfriend will be free of her exams, but I will still be stuck behind this desk. And then she'll be off to Canada in a few weeks, and I plan to fill my time with the writing of a new collection of poetry that just occurred to me this morning. Be afraid.
I really want to finish writing this thing although it's been fun. There's work to be done and I want to leave on time.
I have a low tolerance for people who squeak. Goodnight and good luck.
Kodak has gone from being a brand I wouldn't even consider when buying a digital camera to one that's now on the top of my list. Well done! I remember doing some basic market research on their position in the Asia-Pacific region while at my last job, and they looked in serious danger. Further proof that money spent on R&D and design will pay for itself many times over.
Back to this camera. Jesus. If they actually deliver on this come May 8th, and the picture quality is any good, I don't think Sony or Canon has anything in their lineup this year to beat it.
After allowing Olympic figure-skater 
Ultraman Mebius, seen here wielding the most powerful weapon in human history,
Today's 
This one reminds me of the 
Box includes the camera, a faux-leather carrying case, color filters, documentation, and a substantial photobook. (above photo from lomography.com)
Here are some examples of what you might do with it:
On the US lomography site, it goes for 350 Euros, or SGD$686 with shipping included. If you buy it on the Asian lomography site, it goes for SGD$580.
I'm letting it go for 20% less than that, at SGD$460!
Leave a comment or email me if interested.
Behind that very long name is a beautiful Japanese lunch set that "releases the soft scent of spring" into the air upon being opened. I'd love to have one, but they're only sold in Tokyo, and only until the end of April.