tofushop

transient peripheral activity detected in

2006-03-11T02:39:00.000+08:00

xanga.com/arexander

...end transmission

ooh

2006-03-05T01:38:00.000+08:00

Have submitted a picture to here, questions of eligibility aside.
Whaddaya think?

Link courtesy of Jen, and photo credit goes to Michelle, Wendy and the boss of 10AM-Asia who thought up the pose.

Well, now, anyone out there in the advertising industry seeking interns, especially for copywriting? i know this blog has not shown much, but hey, don't judge a man by the size of his blog.

ask me where i've been and i'll tell you where i've been [sic][rhetoric].

stream of consciousness

2006-01-05T20:34:00.000+08:00

2005-12-30T22:40:00.000+08:00

Derail.
/Sweet like candy to my soul.
You got a velvet mouth.
/Sweet you rock.
You’re so succulent and beautiful.
/and sweet you roll.
Shimmering and dirty wonderful and hot times.

She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.
/We were only freshmen.

2005-09-29T23:06:00.000+08:00

2005-07-21T15:47:00.000+08:00

2005-07-21T01:47:00.000+08:00

2005-07-12T03:07:00.000+08:00

2005-06-30T13:43:00.000+08:00

admission is free

2005-06-28T15:21:00.000+08:00

one word. fLICKR

2005-05-17T01:09:00.000+08:00

photo-blog uploaded.
see lx's bloggraf!K

2005-05-11T21:40:00.000+08:00

- have excerpts of new songs, Piao Yi [~~Drifting~~], and also [yi lu xiang bei] for the singapore release of the Initial D film, 23 June 2005.

while stocks last.

Flickr

2005-05-10T02:07:00.000+08:00

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

2005-05-08T17:08:00.000+08:00

五月天 - 而我知道

「在我心裡你是温柔而疯狂的」

2005-04-28T00:30:00.001+08:00

link to accidentally in love [via mr miyagi]

or click on "watch trailer" here to see a pretty good short, reminds me of sepet which i haven't seen.
it's all about lub. lurbb lurbb. damnit lah singapore chirren, spell correctly, it's love.

[for the benefit of our international readers, chirren is Singlish/Singapore English for the word 'children'.]
-------
eh, siao eh.

speaking of linguistics, ima go and learn more hoKkien from insultmonger.com, which, besides hoKkien also teaches you how to cuss in over 100 languages, "because it's good to experience cultural diversity!"

NOT that i have to be a badass-mofo profanity-spewing cheebyekiaSLASHahbengSLASHhokkien lang wannabe to impress the chicks. by the way, cantonese is spoken in my family, and dissing people in that dialect is cool, too. d'iu lay!

BUT because i have spent too much of my younger days trying to conform whilst abroad, to fit in to being the western OTHER [and forgetting my eastern SELF, talk about deconstruction], eating potato and shhiit; and it's only in the last half-decade or so that i've decided to re:discover my roots. Chinked-out, as Wang Lee-Hom would say. Respect, maan, as a Jamaican stereotype of the Russell Peters tradition would say.

*refer here to bigfuck's post on teaching white people singlish.

Or, as my brother-in-law recently joked, if guys out there can't have kids right — like if the men can't get it up, as my friend/projectmate/babe in NOOS says happened to her girlfriend's bf — just adopt a white kid and you know, teach him Singlish and let him eat kway chap or something. When you call your chirren, say, "Ah boy! come here!" that kind; on the side, that would really freak the ang mohs out when they see that kinda shhiit.

say fucks ya lor, instead of fucks yeah.

2005-04-26T00:10:00.000+08:00

Guang Liang - Tong Hua; it's almost like the MV.

http://www.lcbtv.com/flash/movie/tonghua.swf
thanks to connie for sending me the link.

ok no more of this shhiit til i'm done with papers.

[if anyone is interested in the MV or a better copy of the song, i have it. yes, same goes for Initial D tracks and yada yada whatever you can think of]

2005-04-25T23:10:00.000+08:00

"arr, matey. swing that baseball bat or ye will be sharkbait. shiver me timbers!"

NOOS!exams are in the last inning, with two walks [mcq be-damned open book] and a strikeout [bombed-essay] by pinch hitter lx.ndr. Slugging percentage is low but we'll just have to wait and see for the final [cap] score. Coming up next will be his last two hits at bat for the season, stay tuned folks.

i need my bed.

mister xander

2005-04-16T21:33:00.000+08:00

if you didn't already know, mr brown and mr miyagi have been recording some browncasts lately, and i must say, very excellent humor indeed; it's great to find such local entertainment in the arid desert of singapore media. i don't/hardly watch tv (almost), and sometimes, podcasts like these are a good distraction from exam mugging.

and dammit skype is awesome lor. saved tons on idd calls, such that my residential line bill is down to a single digit.

*

2005-04-12T23:43:00.001+08:00

since i should be mugging instead of uploading lo-fi images from my phone, i'm gonna desist; here's some other kinds of eyeballing >

film- lost in translation by dyske [see also alllooksame.com]
and ivar's blogpost on the same film

poster art- Toulouse-Lautrec

middle brain can?- wired magazine article

hotel'art, shiokinini- whotels, not whores

dj, turn the volume up | wicked wicked

2005-04-10T01:38:00.000+08:00

watch the ~~trailer~~* for some bad-ass, initial d stylo milo kick-some-butt drifting.
~ it's about 5MB. you have been warned.
[right-click save-as to your hdd]

obviously, i like old-school-ricers / rice rockets.

*ok so the music only comes out of the left channel, and the video is a little grainy/dodgy, but that's it for now at least.

edit: i also have a few better versions, including the track of the new song featured, if anyone wants. rip, zip, wicked wicked!

2005-04-02T07:17:00.000+08:00

When was the last time you saw a butterfly, let alone two.
fluttering, chasing.
for non-citydwellers it's no matter; urban peeps don't everyday have the chance to be sentient of nature, especially to have a pair of butterflies in your face and float around you.

such is beauty in the light of cold concrete..--blah.

-tap this bong

representing the asian community

2005-03-31T00:22:00.000+08:00

here's a link to get your comedy fix.
in reference my last post, to get that russell peters' clip, you don't have to max out popagandhi's bandwidth so download the mpg/torrent at the space below. or, maybe gmail me.

to get the clip, see sepiamutiny on how to use 45 minutes of your time well, like me, instead of writing that be-damned philosophy paper on js mill or the matrix theology.

and apparently, sepiamutiny is originally from Skokie, IL, USA, so, what a small world. This was the place to chill out, at least for not-so-north suburban folk from the greater Chicago area.

e-quake tremors

2005-03-29T03:04:00.000+08:00

well. this went on while i was thinking i would experience my first earthquake in California when i lived there in 2003/2004. and it actually did happen while i was in transit in Mountain View, at my brother-in-law's. but i slept through the whole thing dammit. didn't feel a thing.

now of all places in the big world, on this tiny red dot of sillypore i feel it. nothing more than my table swaying while i was watching stand-up comedian russell peters' hilariously un-PC racist jokes [think an Indian and a Chinese ...], chanced from popagandhi's space.

and then and then, i thought, "hmm this is strange, i don't remember taking any drink or drug lately, so why do i feel like it was like high times again?" the reality didn't hit me until a while later.

twothings

2005-03-24T00:00:00.000+08:00

battlefield2 has been delayed til July 2005.
that sucking fucks.

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this is my other space.
possible start for a better photoblog?

quik-e

2005-03-22T03:10:00.000+08:00

this is maybe for mature audiences, but not quite. i just have to share it [if anyone's not seen this shit before] because it's hella good and i almost fell off and crapped my pants. SNL fans: say "oops i crapped my pants!" it's nothing new but damn.

livejournal.com/users/quiztress/14276.html?page=1

...

it don't matter if it was all made up but it's fuckin'A hilarious.
and read til the end. you must. bam!- "i put on my robe and wizard hat"

peace outtie.

nodomain.name

2005-03-17T03:26:00.000+08:00

other s p a c e
yet to be named bloggraf!k

st paddy's day

2005-03-13T17:10:00.000+08:00

ok so it's just two slices of bonjour roti.
and pandan has apparently nothing aI-rish associated with it.
but there's green catsup, green beer/stout [is that even possible? guinness with green foam?], green.... you know.

it's green bread. topped with butter (not That color) and kaya. which is green.
having exhausted the use of the word green and beaten it's greens to death like a ragdoll,
well, have a boisterous St Patrick's Day akan datang 17th March, aye?

more mindless [pikchers]

2005-03-12T01:53:00.000+08:00

snap snap in lecture. or else would've been narc'd out [fourth photo].

i'm an ectomorphic hardgainer, yes.
[read: chicken legs! as the teasing,
-oh the horror- teasing
continues into my quarter-century]

feet firmly planted

i still doodle something
from the past.
but then again. i theorize that
taking a step back
does not necessarily mean regression.

it started out as a duck.
and then it looked more
like a chick.
and then...

no "and then"!!!

and then it became a stomach.
or so i was told the other day.

dude where's my car [that i haven't driven for five years]?

lo-fi pikchers [set610]

2005-03-10T00:07:00.000+08:00

link from a starhub ex-colleague

2005-03-05T16:32:00.000+08:00

a must watch if you haven't seen this.

thanks to approval code denmarkdenmark ('sup bruddah!!!) for the heads-up on the link.

it has nice rims.
and it's not a beng-ed up honda at least.

eh... what gives?

2005-03-04T19:58:00.000+08:00

i have re:discovered that japanese film music is as sweeping, if not more emotive, than what hollywood film scores give.

even for anime. damn.

more whoosh!bang!food!

2005-03-03T23:25:00.000+08:00

aww...shhiit.
i missed out a most important detail in retrospective food nostalgia.
BUFFALO JOE'S.
as my pal Mike Heekin used to work there, we'd order takeouts (once for the entire high school senior class of 40-odd North Shore Raiders, just because we had to do it last minute) and have a veritable feast of
waffle-cut cheese fries (mmmm cheddar), and not-so-suicide spicy buffalo wings that dripped in...awwgh ugh...can't...talk anymore....

that could be another excuse for me to want to go stateside again.
but. nah. it's all good here.
heh

whoosh!

2005-02-28T13:49:00.000+08:00

lx wants to eat a grilled cheese sammich with two eggs on top;
only 2 krispy kreme donuts;
plus 5 hotdogs with extra extra grilled onions from the chicago cubs' wrigley field;
and maybe one generic-make bagel with philly cream cheese.
if ya know what i mean.
dammit! lx wants an authentic -greenbayroad-homer's-oreo-milkshake!

ok lah i'll settle for chai tow kway and roti prata anytime.
food, glorious food

i can see clearly now

2005-02-27T16:34:00.000+08:00

...the rain is gone

it's gonna be a bright bright, bright bright
sun shiny day

sun shine through the rain

MP for digression

2005-02-27T15:13:00.000+08:00

what does monty python have to do with philosophy? well. besides comic relief.
see link
and link
for some text devices that possibly makes one laugh.

heh

and plato's republic of the ideal state, philosopher-kings, will not work.
comedy will.

singapore, singapore [t610 photos]

2005-02-24T17:54:00.000+08:00

when roused from sleep

2005-02-21T12:31:00.000+08:00

color of music

morning half past four
twenty first february twothousand&five

[ once again.
i awake in black,
to white
to write.
inspired by cafe del mar
flashed a vision
of the beach.

do you see what i see?
sand grains of phuture diamonds
the grooves on each
matching the grooved beat
looping
along with soft horns
an ivory tinkle
tender piano
lacking only a misplaced clarinet
or blues guitar classical.

can you hear what i feel?
waves.
flickering licking flames
of a small candle's glow.
_ _ _ light up my world.
illumina stars and ivory accompaniment
bass deep and drums'
constant rhythm,
groaning frenzied climax but chilled out.

slow peace.
nod my head in beat.
fingers tapping
up the spine.
that magic melody.
a breath of fresh air
a kiss, half open, no tongue
a lingering taste
fades out with the record.

a drum beat continues though.
double bass frets a quarter every bar.
low notes twinkle with hi-hat half-opened.
my eyes closed
fingers still moving.
still moving.
never dead.
always moving.
still
be. ]

- lx.zndr c

ai cuo

2005-02-21T12:15:00.000+08:00

just a few lines from a song, that speaks volumes. as they sometimes do identify.
i may not know all the words in fan ti zhi, but i know enough when to say i've made mistakes.
my apology is not as they say in french, excuses, but it's admission of my wrong nonetheless.

10. 愛錯
by 王力宏

北風毫不留情把葉子吹落
脆弱的她選擇了逃脫
葉子失去消息風才感覺寂寞
整個冬天北風的痛沒人能說

... 多少不能原諒的錯卻不能重來過

原來是我犯下從沒承認的錯

我從來沒想過我會這樣做
從來沒愛過所以愛錯
我從哪裡起飛從哪裡降落
多少不能原諒的錯
請妳原諒我的愛錯

are we there yet

2005-02-21T03:29:00.000+08:00

clik

SUЯЯENDEЯ if you haven't heard

2005-02-21T03:27:00.000+08:00

far east plaza level two i believe. before my underground haircut.
a bit of exploration and following blindly this couple with kids and pram into a black gallery flanked by cement walls, very underground, industrial archi-type..

2005-02-18T01:33:00.000+08:00

past
present
or phuture

i choose future.
notwithstanding inherent past and present
that i consist of
and without which
the future is naught.

stream-of-consciousness recall2004

2005-02-18T00:49:00.000+08:00

sound of colours - book, film, play..whatnot
song - subway // di xia tie
stage production opened at the esplanade 14 january 2005
{d-day of the short message service, mine}
a month before february
time did not stop there only
what does time matter

should i wish to be the cupid in the film;
or one of the actors.

time for a little night poetry

2005-02-13T18:22:00.000+08:00

[ stars fading
heart dying off
to a new one.
music to the left,
right
of my brain
peaceful slumber
awaits
my darkness
silent black. ]

-lx c.

忘情水

2005-02-08T22:25:00.000+08:00

the exclamation mark has left my mind.
leaving only question marks behind.
i am wishing for a full stop
period [.]

and to relive the river angbao festivities, fireworks inclusive.

2005-02-08T01:06:00.000+08:00

either something is wonderful. or something is not right.
/
-- i finally stuck my illumina stars on my bedside wall. didn't find the final 2, nor do i know if there are any others missing. in any case, i am sleeping among stars tonight, surrounded by their light incandescence.
/
listening to lush 99.5 finally. and amazed how this past year, aurally i had left behind french-jazzed chill out and bossa, fit for salsa.
/
[translated from romaji]

gaining through losing

everytime this season comes around
something falls out of my hand
standing still...
if I look back all I'll see is loneliness

always, forever...
be proud of the one thing that you believe in day after day

meeting and parting continuously, we walked on this road
it's something that can't be replaced, I think to myself

if that day came, not even reckless passion
full of yearning for that feeling is enough
hiding strength and becoming quiet, let's hold on to our light

this time, without holding onto freedom or affection
start to understand the significance

sharing pain and joy, your burden deepens
don't embellish these single words, just embrace my heart

light is breaking apart the rain clouds
the earth begins to sing

we've been gaining one good thing through losing another
i'm so proud to be with you, my love
now you know the meaning of sunshine after rain
let me tell you life is good, my friends.

if you don't already know. this song by hirai ken, was covered by f4. liu xing yu. pei ni qu kan.

in singapore. i've seen no less than half-a-dozen shooting stars in one night. if you've seen more, especially with our bright city glow, i'd be interested to hear your moonlit stories.
/
well. why do i put other words on this blog, instead of my own prose. i used to think, and prolly still do, that when i write it is because of too-intense heart tears, or maybe my words were too mellow. maybe it has all been said before, words these. is there really nothing new under the sun?

who am i writing for, or rather, who is reading? "you," you might say, whoever you are. this blog post is getting longer, but it does not make any more meaning out of it then if i were to just say one word, "wonderful."

so there, more abstrakt-mind-fuck shhiitt from yours truly.

2005-02-07T01:47:00.000+08:00

made a decision to go offline and shut off by 2am everyday. leaving me about 10 mins or so left.

and to get my life in shape again. i absolutly have got to put ON the pounds.
also, my pants are coming off [not in that way] cause i realise i prolly have neglected taking care of meself.
thinking of gym and eating well and what sumo wrestlers consume. maybe supplements.

thinking of jamming and i so gotta beat some drumskins!

and thinking of tweaking my computer. adding a better power supply unit, maybe 2nd hand. and maybe 512k more RAM. in anticipation of BATTLEFIELD 2! [swweet] 1st, to learn more about electronics and what power rails mean.

CNY and valentine's here. one month ago-- one year ago i did not have anything. fresh from beautifully empty california, stateside. now...
i am blessed/
[even if i have nothing]

almost exceeding the 2nd watch.
'later.

2005-02-05T03:12:00.000+08:00

wants a lomo 35mm
or better.

wa jie | as rendered by jay chou

2005-01-25T19:04:00.000+08:00

dissolve
| 說著笑著的午後
鐘聲一直在停留
風聲靜靜躺著在誘惑
我一個人在角落沒有妳陪伴的我
連寂寞都笑我太墮落

廣場旁邊的煙囪
煙霧瀰漫妳面容
我悄悄背頌妳的溫柔
喝著加溫後的啤酒
這樣唯美的鏡頭
是否只存在故事之中

在你的身後時間把過去都帶走
時間把鏡頭帶走不假思索回憶不放手
好想再跟妳牽著手
牽著妳給我的溫柔
哭過以後眼淚還是不停的流

遇見彩虹
雨下過之後
街角出現彩虹
[ 淚流乾之後有彩虹 ]

the afternoon when we were talking and laughing
the sound of the bell has been stopped
the sound of the wind lays as a temptation
i sit alone in the corner
without you accompanying me
even loneliness would laugh at me for being too down

the chimney beside the square
your face is covered with the smoke
i silently memorize your tenderness
drinking heated beer
this pretty scene
would it only appear in stories

behind your back
time would take the past away
time would take the scene away
without thinking, not letting go of memories
really want to hold your hand again
hold the softness you give me
after crying tears still don't stop flowing

meet the rainbow
after the rain
the rainbow would appear at the corner of the street
after all the tears has dried
there will be a rainbow |

-瓦解, also sung by nan quan mama

discovered this song streaming off a blog. see the link dissolve[d] for hanyu pinyin assistance if you're comparably anywhere like me.

ge qian

2005-01-22T07:53:00.000+08:00

Run Aground

| The sky that hasn’t cleared up for a while
As usual retains your smile
Cried before
Yet no way to bury guilt
The kite has run aground in the overcast sky
Missing you, still waiting to be saved
I’m pulling the string
Reviewing the tenderness you gave
Loneliness that is insolating
Laughing at me for not being able to give a promise
How come, how come
You unexpectedly forgave me

I can only forever be reading the lines
Reading the hurt I gave you
I cannot forgive myself
Then ask you to regard that I’m already not here
I open my eyes
Looking at the empty space
Forget the expectation you had towards me
Finished reading dependency
I will leave very soon |

a song by zhou jie lun. at first the impression was its central motif of jay as the two-timer of a girl in hospital and another girl. after watching his mtv this morning i realise i missed the 1st part. which shows him deciding to leave the brotherhood of a gang and his gf [the "another girl"]. later when he works at the hospital he meets this patient...and the old girlfriend came back to see him.
it's not as simple as the circumstances or lyrics show.
what is my point here.
oh, nothing.

insomnia | gosh look at the time

2005-01-22T07:15:00.000+08:00

440am
saturday 22 jan 2005

[ by the dim light of the gogglebox i get up from my bed to write.
by the aching strains of japanese R&B i recall the loneliness of watching initial D 10,000 miles away, a stranger to the outside.
by standing between two recent songs, lee hom's forever love and tao zhe's 愛我還是他 [who do you love], i'm amused by their contrast.
this time last year, what did i yearn for?
this time next year, what will i hold onto?
i know the answer.
but do we really dream in black & white?
my random perspectives only soak up sorrow and-some peace. ]

- lx c.

nameless again [do you see a pattern emerging]

2005-01-22T07:06:00.000+08:00

[ fine, clear glass window.
rainedrops racing down,
different speeds,
quick successions,
collecting into the
stone streets of Orchard Road
below.

heavy but fine downpour
of heaven's tears,
a cool night,
no lack of solitude.
two lovers drift by,
hoping to catch the
same glimpse i have.
of raine, crowded streets,
and the smell of Christmas
beckoning.

same time, a year ago,
what did i hope for?
same time, a year from now,
what will i be holding on to?
no lack of solitude,
and love.

the misty window,
stained by rainedrops
forever etched into my memory
my consciousness
my hope. ]
-lx c.
2113hours|18nov2002
cineleisure

nameless

2005-01-22T06:48:00.000+08:00

[ i take off my glasses
from my tired eyes
that blink to ease
out the tears that
revive a once broken desert.

i turn on the radio
as i drive down
that lonely road,
dark and cosy,
hues of grey & brown
shades of black shadows
fading into the tree-lined
sidewalks of suburban America.

the sounds of old jazz
plug into my ears
reminding me of everything
melancholic and mellow.
frost on my rear window glistens
as car headlights swallow into
my tired eyes;
i feel also the aching of
a yearning heart.

cold leather seats,
driving alone, the wailing
of miles davis'
a'round midnight, as it
dawns on me that this
is bliss.
down that wet street in
Chicago i go;
i do not want to get out while the song plays.

i leave the engine running a
little longer,
the color of jazz breathing
life into my cold heart,
as i wait for eternity
to arrive.
and then, i cease to be.
blink. ]

-lx c.

eighthhourfortyeighthminute, nvmbr|eighteen|twothousandandtwo
a taro turnover @ cineleisure orchard

s!lence

2005-01-19T03:11:00.000+08:00

for a while i was thinking if i should publish some of my past words here, or remain in private a trancient recluse. i decided there is no point in writing stuff that people won't read on any given day, or even make sense out of; but there is a good certain silence that comes from reading words that may provide some remedy for one's heart. even if it were only for my own one's heart to seek refuge.

i was in high school grade nine, the year is nineteenninetyseven, prolly in the late summer/fall. i write:
[ it is late. the rain falls softly, and a single lamp shines through the darkness. the silhouettes of the trees dancing to the wind. for once, the peace of night brings pleasure to the heart, and healing to the soul.
on such a night, a solitary face peers out of a window, awake when all is asleep. he hears the rain, but cannot see it; he notices the single lamp all by itself, and looks around for other lamps, but they're all distant. this face, with blind eyes and deaf ears, watches the night sky for stars, but is received with only the shroud of the clouds. the moon is nowhere to be seen.
disappointed, the face expresses a pensive visage, a countenance full of thought. he looks into the expanse--wondering, pondering, remembering. tranquility does not calm the heart of pain, and does not ease the loneliness, the frustration, and the restlessness.
it is late. the rain patters silently, almost to a stop. the lamp ceases to shine, and the solitary face is greeted with shadows in the deafening silence. ]

-lx c.

heart mus!c

2005-01-16T22:58:00.000+08:00

| Hello, good morning, how You do?
What makes Your risin' sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
So this is a way, that I say I need You
This is a way

That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies

Hello, good morning, how You been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that
Never knew that I could hurt this bad

This is a way that I say I need You
This is a way that I say I love You
This is a way that I say I'm Yours
This is a way

That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Yes I'm dying to breathe in
These abundant skies
I'm learning to breathe
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Hello, good morning, how You do?
How You do?
[ I'm dyin' ] |

-paraphrased from Switchfoot's Learning to Breathe

one year

2005-01-15T04:48:00.000+08:00

post number one.
it's been, one year approx since my return to singapore.
january 21 i believe.
still working out this blogging notion, so i won't trouble your eyes and mind with my inane prose and let you enjoy the emptiness of black.
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