Lost myself in the music. Was utterly drunk on the rhythms and moving my body madly madly madly to absorb and reflect the sound waves.
Seduction can be so easy. I don't have those restraint mechanisms built into me, prickling my self-consciousness, making me embarrassed, preventing me from enjoying the joy of the moment. In these moments, I throw aside that demon of repression. The limbs flow of their own accord, and the spirit can savour this exhilarating height of physical freedom, if only for a few minutes...until the mesmerisation of the song that completely envelops this crowd, pumping high-octane energy into frenzied bodies, fades into the buzzing silence of the humid night. Then the ears begin to ring.
It would have been pure fun had we felt safe. But we did not. My mind watched and sounded alarm bells every time one of them moved too close for comfort, demanding intimacy, lusting for unwarranted closeness. Beware the wolves in sheeps' clothing. Get away. Be on your guard.
My smile can freeze on my face and you can think or assume that I condone your actions. I may laugh it off but I will not forget your transgressions, even if I keep an open mind. There is a limit to my tolerance level for such jest. But how do I tell you that without you taking it as just another f**king joke?!
I regret placing my friend in such risk, regret trusting too freely in the integrity of persons too unfamiliar. Gentlemen or Bastards? It is all grey, grey, grey.
Never again. The game is over.
All these little incidents sour the gorgeous experience, waste the purity of the play. The night was dead even before it began being alive.
Alas for the intensity of life.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Another Salad Recipe! (of my own invention ;P)
Okay, this is the first time I whipped up a salad from scratch, without relying on dressing-from-the-bottle. Give it a try and see if you get the runs...*evil laughter*
Heh, will let you know if I can manage to poison myself this time...
Anyway...
Ingredients for Salad (makes for 1 big-eater or 2 decent servings):
Ingredients for Dressing:
Heh, will let you know if I can manage to poison myself this time...
Anyway...
Ingredients for Salad (makes for 1 big-eater or 2 decent servings):
- Cherry Tomatoes (one box, which makes about 2 cups, I think)
- 1 Veal Bratwurst (as in one fat German sausage, otherwise canned cocktail sausages should be fine, though probably much saltier. You may want to use picnic ham, or maybe broiled chicken breast...vegans can use tofu...it really depends on what you think will work and what you like.)
- One Small Apple (get the super crunchy kind)
- Sweet Corn Kernals (about one to 2 cups depending on your appetite. I like Wattie's Super Sweet, the frozen kind)
- Cashews/Walnuts/Sunflower Seeds (these are optional, but about half a cup will perfect the salad, absolutely.)
Ingredients for Dressing:
- 1 Orange
- 5 teaspoons vinegar (erm, I used white vinegar, though I think apple cider vinegar should taste better)
- Pinch of salt
- Pinch of sugar
- Pinch of pepper
- Soft Cheese (I used one segment of The Laughing Cow Cheese, though I think Philly would do as well)
For the Salad:
Chop Everything bigger than the Corn Kernals into similar bite-sized chunks. (If you really want to measure the chunks, they should range from 1 to 2 cm square. As in small enough to fit comfortably inside your mouth. Whatever the size of your mouth...errr...what nonsense am I going into???)
To prevent the Apple Chunks from going brown, give them a salt-water dip. (Just a generous pinch of salt dissolved in a bowl of water.) I know, it kills the vitamins and all, but oxidised apple pieces are kind of unsightly in your dish. Unless, of course, you like oxidised apple.
Because the Veal Bratwurst and Corn Kernals were frozen food, I had to defrost and cook them beforehand. And because I didn't plan this whole recipe beforehand, (rather, it just struck me when I was, erm, in the shower/loo) I had no time to wait for them to cool down. So after I removed them from the microwave (awww, what a convenience, ain't it?), all hot and steamy, I dunked them into icy water to immediately cool them down. Which may be cheating or unhealthy, I'm not sure. But it sure hurts your fingers. (Yeeaaahhhooowwwccchhh!!!) So be careful if you like using your hands to do stuff like mixing food in the kitchen. (Nice clean hands, of course...please don't like pick your nose beforehand and not wash up before cooking. o_O)
The point is, try not to mix the very hot food and the cool food together immediately. If you dunk all the hot and steamy sausage and corn bits into the nice and cool cherry tomato and apple mix, you'll end up cooking the nice crunchy tomatoes and apple bits, and they'll end up kinda disappointing in the end. (I'm not sure about you, but I like crunchy bits in my salad. If you prefer a softer chewing experience, feel free to cook everything beforehand. Or mix hot and cold, or whatever.)
When Everything is about the same temperature, toss them all together. They'll look really nice mixed up.
For the Dressing:
Cut up the orange and squeeze all the juice out into a bowl, then tear up the remaining pulp and dump it all in too. (You may not want the pulp in, but I like the additional fibre.)
Mix in the vinegar, salt, sugar, pepper, and cheese. Stir well.
Then just toss the Dressing into the Salad and do one final toss to mix everything up properly. (Because the pulpy orange bits tend to clump together, you need to mix well to make sure the dressing is evenly distributed. Otherwise it's just not fair for the poor salad bits who have no chance to get in touch with the dressing, you know?
Then refrigerate until ready to serve. Try to consume within the next, err...day? Unless it's kept in the fridge (i.e. constant cool temperature) all the time, food like this tends to go bad pretty quick. (I dumped mine in the chiller compartment overnight, though, for tomorrow's brunch.)
Add the nuts and give another toss before you chow down.
Enjoy and pray you don't get the runs! XP
Monday, April 25, 2005
Adobe to buy Macromedia for $3.4 billion
Desktop publishing specialist Adobe Systems is buying multimedia applications maker Macromedia in a $3.4 billion deal geared toward building a software powerhouse. The all-stock deal, announced Monday, is designed to create a better-stocked source of tools for building and distributing multimedia content across a range of operating systems and devices, the companies said. They also stressed that the merger will enable them to expand more rapidly into the market for audio and video applications for handhelds and other gadgets.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Surreal Insanity in a Karaoke Room
Okay...I am going to very slowly ease into telling this tale of hilariously horrific bonkeration. (i.e. a situation where everyone goes bonkers.)
Salute to Tiger Beer for inducing insanity in IT-industry folk (yes, my friends, group madness in ENGINEERS) who can actually attain a state of "enlightenment" which a pathetically sober little girl like me can barely comprehend, much less look.
Butt-wriggling/ass-wagging engineers waving mineral water bottles in tune to Cantopop in K-BOX, anyone? Have the whole package free of charge!!! Shut out the horror by drinking yourself senseless!
(They have revolutionised the concept of gyration forever. Trust engineers to innovate on mechanics like that.)
"In Tiger Nation, we work smart and play hard." How very true. Don't you love how advertising is a hyper-real parody of life, probably even a blatant mockery?
The most unfortunate fact: I HATE BEER.
Anyway, I digress.
I highly recommend The 1NiteStand Comedy Club at Clarke Quay to anyone who loves live bands.
http://www.the1nitestand.com/
The 5 piece (or is it 6?) band that plays in this comedy club - they are AWESOME! The male lead singer (tall, showy guy with a very long mane tied into a sexy horsetail, shampoo-ad material) manages to sound like Enrique Iglesias, Eric Clapton, Ricky Martin, and more rolled into one effortless voice. And the female lead singer sounds like Shakira! Everything they gave us sounded so good.
Too bad we left before they brought the house onto the dance floor.
The crowd has just so...dank and uninspired. Dressed to impress but standing around nervously clutching their drinks, networking (okay, that's a dangerous action I too am guilty of)...
I think I saw a whole lot of long-haired babes dressed in glittery little bare-back tops, just looking on - is that like party-dress code? Or is it a uniform that attracts the ang-mohs?
Maybe Singaporeans just need to get bloody pissed drunk (or pop some pills) before they can throw away their inhibitions and just go dance. We're not comfortable enough in our own skins to physically salute the glorious rhythms of beautiful music.
Maybe the dance floor was too brightly lit. Took a whole lot of guts for the 4 of us (freshly networked and acquainted) to get out there and do a little boogie (it was fun though). It got rather embarrassing after a while since no one else from that frozen, stagnant crowd joined in. As though we were being exhibitionists. Sad sad sad. Imagine being stared at by a large roomful of cold, impassive people, while you're trying to initiate a fun group activity. *shudder* So much for courage and wanting to have fun dancing to awesome music. In the end the pressure to just slink back into the darkness was way too great. Join the crowd! Conform!!!
Maybe everyone was just so tired, you know? The hot and humid weather and work, work, work just saps all the perk and energy out of us. After a long day you just wanna sit down and chill out, a long cool dame in your hand. Yeah right.
Urgh.
Anyway, proceeded to K-Box at Cineleisure with someone who now claims brotherhood status with me. (My eyebrow is raised.) Perhaps I have not met that many people in my short life so far, but I have never met someone who induces murderous tendencies while cracking dirty jokes. (I was a captive audience, really!) Are Singaporean Engineers (married or otherwise) that sexually deprived that they have to insert sexual innuendo into every other line they spout?
Okay, I can laugh it off, but before long it was beginning to look like he (and later his colleague too) was/were taking every opportunity to make bawdy remarks targetted at me. Tiger-beer-induced sexual passes, anyone? Invitations to lap-dances and one-night stands? (Actually, on hindsight, it was hilarious. If only I were gay and male. It would have been such a turn-on. Unfortunately, I am female and not straight enough. Geez of all the bad luck in the world...)
Do I look like a sex object?! Don't the spectacles fend them off?! I'm not sure whether to be more flattered or just disgusted. Time to stay home and lock the doors...Morph into Miss Prudent Paranoid Prig!!!
Okay...so far, sober me continuously fell prey to tainted jokes. On a light-hearted note, it was much like Whose Line Is it Anyway, starring a trio of horny Engineers whose victim dearly regretted not being underage. (Can I still sue?)
The climax (yeah yeah yeah the word is tinted with such sexual innuendo, ain't it?) of the night came, of course, with the
Mass Gyration Dance With Mineral Water Bottles, Performed by Engineers.
And here's my performance review:
It was a technically simplistic performance riddled with multiple meanings. Although apparently an expression of alcohol-induced gaiety, it harkened to a regression to the carefree days of childhood, where everything can be made into a toy. The overtones, however, were of a remarkably explosive reaction to the stresses of everyday life and a mundane existence in a sexually deprived society. Despite the inconsistencies in the relative physical flexibility(or inflexibility) in individual performers, the dance ended on a high note and led to more optimistic imbibing of Tiger, which must be credited for its contribution to this dance event.
The reviewer sums it up with 2 words: Traumatic Experience. The word "Extremely" is optional but recommended.
Alright, alright, enough with my uptight whinging.
I shouldn't be such a bloody prude. Overall it was a heck of a lot of fun and I provided a bucketload (or 2) of entertainment (unintended and embarrassing on my part, mostly) to a bunch of people I barely knew. Hmmmm. If I cannot get anywhere in life where I want to, I may just go become a clown. Cirque Du Soleil!!!
Now I've unwittingly earned myself a "brother" (married with 2 sons too). Bother! What do I do with him?! Chivalry may be his only redeeming trait...the rest, unspeakable. (Oh...how harsh of me! *evil sarcastic laughter*)
Concluding Question: Do men who want to be close to women they cannot have convert themselves into "brothers" of said women as a tactic of furthering intimacy?
Argh.
Salute to Tiger Beer for inducing insanity in IT-industry folk (yes, my friends, group madness in ENGINEERS) who can actually attain a state of "enlightenment" which a pathetically sober little girl like me can barely comprehend, much less look.
Butt-wriggling/ass-wagging engineers waving mineral water bottles in tune to Cantopop in K-BOX, anyone? Have the whole package free of charge!!! Shut out the horror by drinking yourself senseless!
(They have revolutionised the concept of gyration forever. Trust engineers to innovate on mechanics like that.)
"In Tiger Nation, we work smart and play hard." How very true. Don't you love how advertising is a hyper-real parody of life, probably even a blatant mockery?
The most unfortunate fact: I HATE BEER.
Anyway, I digress.
I highly recommend The 1NiteStand Comedy Club at Clarke Quay to anyone who loves live bands.
http://www.the1nitestand.com/
The 5 piece (or is it 6?) band that plays in this comedy club - they are AWESOME! The male lead singer (tall, showy guy with a very long mane tied into a sexy horsetail, shampoo-ad material) manages to sound like Enrique Iglesias, Eric Clapton, Ricky Martin, and more rolled into one effortless voice. And the female lead singer sounds like Shakira! Everything they gave us sounded so good.
Too bad we left before they brought the house onto the dance floor.
The crowd has just so...dank and uninspired. Dressed to impress but standing around nervously clutching their drinks, networking (okay, that's a dangerous action I too am guilty of)...
I think I saw a whole lot of long-haired babes dressed in glittery little bare-back tops, just looking on - is that like party-dress code? Or is it a uniform that attracts the ang-mohs?
Maybe Singaporeans just need to get bloody pissed drunk (or pop some pills) before they can throw away their inhibitions and just go dance. We're not comfortable enough in our own skins to physically salute the glorious rhythms of beautiful music.
Maybe the dance floor was too brightly lit. Took a whole lot of guts for the 4 of us (freshly networked and acquainted) to get out there and do a little boogie (it was fun though). It got rather embarrassing after a while since no one else from that frozen, stagnant crowd joined in. As though we were being exhibitionists. Sad sad sad. Imagine being stared at by a large roomful of cold, impassive people, while you're trying to initiate a fun group activity. *shudder* So much for courage and wanting to have fun dancing to awesome music. In the end the pressure to just slink back into the darkness was way too great. Join the crowd! Conform!!!
Maybe everyone was just so tired, you know? The hot and humid weather and work, work, work just saps all the perk and energy out of us. After a long day you just wanna sit down and chill out, a long cool dame in your hand. Yeah right.
Urgh.
Anyway, proceeded to K-Box at Cineleisure with someone who now claims brotherhood status with me. (My eyebrow is raised.) Perhaps I have not met that many people in my short life so far, but I have never met someone who induces murderous tendencies while cracking dirty jokes. (I was a captive audience, really!) Are Singaporean Engineers (married or otherwise) that sexually deprived that they have to insert sexual innuendo into every other line they spout?
Okay, I can laugh it off, but before long it was beginning to look like he (and later his colleague too) was/were taking every opportunity to make bawdy remarks targetted at me. Tiger-beer-induced sexual passes, anyone? Invitations to lap-dances and one-night stands? (Actually, on hindsight, it was hilarious. If only I were gay and male. It would have been such a turn-on. Unfortunately, I am female and not straight enough. Geez of all the bad luck in the world...)
Do I look like a sex object?! Don't the spectacles fend them off?! I'm not sure whether to be more flattered or just disgusted. Time to stay home and lock the doors...Morph into Miss Prudent Paranoid Prig!!!
Okay...so far, sober me continuously fell prey to tainted jokes. On a light-hearted note, it was much like Whose Line Is it Anyway, starring a trio of horny Engineers whose victim dearly regretted not being underage. (Can I still sue?)
The climax (yeah yeah yeah the word is tinted with such sexual innuendo, ain't it?) of the night came, of course, with the
Mass Gyration Dance With Mineral Water Bottles, Performed by Engineers.
And here's my performance review:
It was a technically simplistic performance riddled with multiple meanings. Although apparently an expression of alcohol-induced gaiety, it harkened to a regression to the carefree days of childhood, where everything can be made into a toy. The overtones, however, were of a remarkably explosive reaction to the stresses of everyday life and a mundane existence in a sexually deprived society. Despite the inconsistencies in the relative physical flexibility(or inflexibility) in individual performers, the dance ended on a high note and led to more optimistic imbibing of Tiger, which must be credited for its contribution to this dance event.
The reviewer sums it up with 2 words: Traumatic Experience. The word "Extremely" is optional but recommended.
Alright, alright, enough with my uptight whinging.
I shouldn't be such a bloody prude. Overall it was a heck of a lot of fun and I provided a bucketload (or 2) of entertainment (unintended and embarrassing on my part, mostly) to a bunch of people I barely knew. Hmmmm. If I cannot get anywhere in life where I want to, I may just go become a clown. Cirque Du Soleil!!!
Now I've unwittingly earned myself a "brother" (married with 2 sons too). Bother! What do I do with him?! Chivalry may be his only redeeming trait...the rest, unspeakable. (Oh...how harsh of me! *evil sarcastic laughter*)
Concluding Question: Do men who want to be close to women they cannot have convert themselves into "brothers" of said women as a tactic of furthering intimacy?
Argh.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY!!!
Arguably the best fantasy/sci-fi books I have ever read in my life are being made into movies...
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy & The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy Quintology
LOTR was probably the most amazing movie experience ever.
We'll see how Hitchhikers fares. Looking good though, so far.
Marvin is so darn cute!!! Gotta get me one of those...though he does resemble one of those hypnotic head-waving, colourful, light-powered lil' smiley dude table ornaments you find in toy stores...you know, the ones from Japan that claim to be able to keep you calm and happy with the lil' round-headed dude's rhythmic nodding...urgh. They cost like $19.90 to $29.90?
Basically an overly expensive animated dust-collector..unless maybe you hang rubber bands on it. They should make it into an insect repellent, at the very least...have some function other than nodding or waving it's head lamely.
(Imagine! Nod - mosquitoes drop dead - nod - cockroaches konk out - nod - flies decimated - nod - termites commit mass suicide...kewl!!!)
If they did model Marvin after those thingies, it'd be SUCH an appropriate irony!!! *guffaw*
Check out the offical movie sites! Note Marvin's groaning and commentary!
http://hitchhikers.movies.go.com/
http://www.thefilmfactory.co.uk/hitchhikers/global/index.html
And pay worshipful tribute to the Genius of Douglas Adams!!!
http://www.douglasadams.com/
And the awesome legacy of Jim Henson:
http://www.henson.com/
There are probably multitudes of LOTR websites out there, but have you heard that Canadians are gonna bring LOTR onto the stage? LOTR as a musical...imagine that. (Brain shudders)
http://lotr.dynalias.com/main.html
Anyway, I still like the official movie site:
http://www.lordoftherings.net/
http://www.theonering.net/index.shtml is really worth exploring too.
Also check out Sir Ian Mckellen's blog! Listen to the man's voice! Makes my gut do a happy wriggle. (Okay, bad expression!!!) Xp
http://www.mckellen.com/
In comparison, fans have made Sir Ian Holm a fancier site!
http://www.ianholm.homestead.com/fan_page.html
And Christopher Lee's career makes being a multilinguist more than just cool:
http://christopherleeweb.com/index.php
Hey, why all the old guys? *lol* Oh well, I like old people.
Love the design on this site! Blanchett is Gorgeous!!!
http://www.cateblanchett.net/
And of course, the bombshell that is ORLANDO BLOOM:
http://www.theofficialorlandobloomsite.com/index.php
http://www.theorlandobloomfiles.com/
Plus the uber-multi-talented Viggo Mortensen (he doesn't seem to have an official website though - most of the younger stars probably don't, I guess.)
http://www.frostyland.com/Viggo/viggo.index.shtml
http://specialrealms.com/VM/sitenews.html
More later...:D
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy & The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy Quintology
LOTR was probably the most amazing movie experience ever.
We'll see how Hitchhikers fares. Looking good though, so far.
Marvin is so darn cute!!! Gotta get me one of those...though he does resemble one of those hypnotic head-waving, colourful, light-powered lil' smiley dude table ornaments you find in toy stores...you know, the ones from Japan that claim to be able to keep you calm and happy with the lil' round-headed dude's rhythmic nodding...urgh. They cost like $19.90 to $29.90?
Basically an overly expensive animated dust-collector..unless maybe you hang rubber bands on it. They should make it into an insect repellent, at the very least...have some function other than nodding or waving it's head lamely.
(Imagine! Nod - mosquitoes drop dead - nod - cockroaches konk out - nod - flies decimated - nod - termites commit mass suicide...kewl!!!)
If they did model Marvin after those thingies, it'd be SUCH an appropriate irony!!! *guffaw*
Check out the offical movie sites! Note Marvin's groaning and commentary!
http://hitchhikers.movies.go.com/
http://www.thefilmfactory.co.uk/hitchhikers/global/index.html
And pay worshipful tribute to the Genius of Douglas Adams!!!
http://www.douglasadams.com/
And the awesome legacy of Jim Henson:
http://www.henson.com/
There are probably multitudes of LOTR websites out there, but have you heard that Canadians are gonna bring LOTR onto the stage? LOTR as a musical...imagine that. (Brain shudders)
http://lotr.dynalias.com/main.html
Anyway, I still like the official movie site:
http://www.lordoftherings.net/
http://www.theonering.net/index.shtml is really worth exploring too.
Also check out Sir Ian Mckellen's blog! Listen to the man's voice! Makes my gut do a happy wriggle. (Okay, bad expression!!!) Xp
http://www.mckellen.com/
In comparison, fans have made Sir Ian Holm a fancier site!
http://www.ianholm.homestead.com/fan_page.html
And Christopher Lee's career makes being a multilinguist more than just cool:
http://christopherleeweb.com/index.php
Hey, why all the old guys? *lol* Oh well, I like old people.
Love the design on this site! Blanchett is Gorgeous!!!
http://www.cateblanchett.net/
And of course, the bombshell that is ORLANDO BLOOM:
http://www.theofficialorlandobloomsite.com/index.php
http://www.theorlandobloomfiles.com/
Plus the uber-multi-talented Viggo Mortensen (he doesn't seem to have an official website though - most of the younger stars probably don't, I guess.)
http://www.frostyland.com/Viggo/viggo.index.shtml
http://specialrealms.com/VM/sitenews.html
More later...:D
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Four Attributes of a Life God Blesses
Friday, April 15, 2005
by Os Hillman
So this is what the Sovereign Lord says: "See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation; the one who trusts will never be dismayed." ~ Isaiah 28:16
Whenever God calls us into a consecrated life, it is made up of four distinct stages. Christ often compared this process to building a house. First, we must prepare to build by laying a foundation. That foundation is none other than Jesus Christ Himself. Any foundation other than Christ will not stand.
Second, as we enter a walk of faith with God, He allows each of us to experience trials, testings, miracles, and challenges in life that are designed to provide "faith experiences" that demonstrate tangible evidences of His work in our life: Moses' burning-bush experience, Peter's walk on the water, Joshua's parting of the Jordan River.
These experiences built the faith of these people. The depth and width of our calling is directly proportional to the faith experiences He allows in each of our lives. If God plans an international ministry with you, chances are you will experience a higher degree of faith experiences compared to another. The reason being, you will need to look on these to ensure your calling and provide testimony to His work in your life.
The third stage deals with motives. "All a man's ways seem innocent to him, but motives are weighed by the Lord" (Prov. 16:2). What is the motive behind my actions? Is it only financial accumulation? Is it to gain control? Is it to create independence? The primary motive must be God's leading you to take such an action - it must be obedience. These other factors must be by-products of the decision.
Finally, we are prepared to take action. Here we must ask, "Do we have the skill, quality, and ability to enter into this activity?" So often we have not trained ourselves adequately to be successful in our endeavor. You would never want someone working on your teeth who had not been trained and certified as a dentist.
Before you begin your next project, ask yourself these four questions. What is the foundation this project is based on? What experiences has God demonstrated in my life that indicate His involvement? What is my motive for entering this activity? Do I have the skill, quality, and ability to accomplish the task? Answering these questions will tell you whether God will bless your activity.
by Os Hillman
So this is what the Sovereign Lord says: "See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation; the one who trusts will never be dismayed." ~ Isaiah 28:16
Whenever God calls us into a consecrated life, it is made up of four distinct stages. Christ often compared this process to building a house. First, we must prepare to build by laying a foundation. That foundation is none other than Jesus Christ Himself. Any foundation other than Christ will not stand.
Second, as we enter a walk of faith with God, He allows each of us to experience trials, testings, miracles, and challenges in life that are designed to provide "faith experiences" that demonstrate tangible evidences of His work in our life: Moses' burning-bush experience, Peter's walk on the water, Joshua's parting of the Jordan River.
These experiences built the faith of these people. The depth and width of our calling is directly proportional to the faith experiences He allows in each of our lives. If God plans an international ministry with you, chances are you will experience a higher degree of faith experiences compared to another. The reason being, you will need to look on these to ensure your calling and provide testimony to His work in your life.
The third stage deals with motives. "All a man's ways seem innocent to him, but motives are weighed by the Lord" (Prov. 16:2). What is the motive behind my actions? Is it only financial accumulation? Is it to gain control? Is it to create independence? The primary motive must be God's leading you to take such an action - it must be obedience. These other factors must be by-products of the decision.
Finally, we are prepared to take action. Here we must ask, "Do we have the skill, quality, and ability to enter into this activity?" So often we have not trained ourselves adequately to be successful in our endeavor. You would never want someone working on your teeth who had not been trained and certified as a dentist.
Before you begin your next project, ask yourself these four questions. What is the foundation this project is based on? What experiences has God demonstrated in my life that indicate His involvement? What is my motive for entering this activity? Do I have the skill, quality, and ability to accomplish the task? Answering these questions will tell you whether God will bless your activity.
MARKETING WEEKLY, 6 APRIL 2005
Hyundai appoints start-up to million-dollar business
By Debbie Cai
Singapore - Komoco Motors-distributed marque brand Hyundai has appointed recently-formed The Alchemy Partnership as its brand communications agency after a presentation of agency credentials. Alchemy will take on responsibility for the client’s million-dollar Singapore creative and media assignments.
“We are encouraged by the win and it’s a good start for us -- the winning feeling is what going into business on your own is all about,” Christopher Foo, Managing Partner and CEO, The Alchemy Partnership told Marketing Weekly. Foo attributed his agency’s success to the “shrewdness” of Komoco Motors MD Teo Hock Seng, “who felt that our track record in the automotive category would significantly contribute to fulfilling his targets.”
Alchemy staff have, between them, past experience working on automotive brands such as BMW, Mercedes Benz, Proton Saga and Land Rover.
Hyundai spent about $4 million in marketing communications activities last year, selling close to 14,000 cars and achieving second place in market share behind Singapore leader Toyota.
By Debbie Cai
Singapore - Komoco Motors-distributed marque brand Hyundai has appointed recently-formed The Alchemy Partnership as its brand communications agency after a presentation of agency credentials. Alchemy will take on responsibility for the client’s million-dollar Singapore creative and media assignments.
“We are encouraged by the win and it’s a good start for us -- the winning feeling is what going into business on your own is all about,” Christopher Foo, Managing Partner and CEO, The Alchemy Partnership told Marketing Weekly. Foo attributed his agency’s success to the “shrewdness” of Komoco Motors MD Teo Hock Seng, “who felt that our track record in the automotive category would significantly contribute to fulfilling his targets.”
Alchemy staff have, between them, past experience working on automotive brands such as BMW, Mercedes Benz, Proton Saga and Land Rover.
Hyundai spent about $4 million in marketing communications activities last year, selling close to 14,000 cars and achieving second place in market share behind Singapore leader Toyota.
Thought Puking
This is a cry for help.
It was not the first time she ran away from home or threatened to abandon everything in this wretched life and seek her own demise. She has never stopped being pessimistic and assuming the worst of such situations; that she was being polarised, blamed, discarded, sabotaged, and even abused. Yes, we took her for granted. We cannot avoid the blame; we must point accusatory fingers at ourselves.
The problem had been ballooning all the time; we just never knew how to deal with it or face it. We covered it up with a sheer and shallow belief that things will blow over and that all these issues are small, unrelated complications that will fade in time from our memories. That such unhappiness can be ignored and will go away after being neglected for a while.
It's becoming a pattern, like some chronic disease, like epilepsy. An attack shakes us up, makes us panic, but when it is over we deliberately erase it from our consciousness. And then slowly, the disease develops it's own character, it's own complications, begins to have a destructive spirit that hides behind the facade of our comfortable lives, grinning, planning it's next move.
Perhaps my paranoia feeds this threat of destruction, offers it a gift of emotional weakness that only makes a mockery of my concern, my guilt, my deep-seated helplessness. Men do not feel like this, do they? They just do not have this vein of insecurity within them. They prefer to dismiss the whole event, as though hushing the whines of an irritating child throwing a random temper tantrum.
But she is no child, and the problem is no random event. Do we wait for the hurricane at the end of this Butterfly Effect, wait for the bomb to explode one day and shatter us all? Or am I simply exaggerating this entirety in my own overwrought mind, letting it corrode my sensibilities?
I do not know. Only the helplessness grows. Without them there will be nothing left, and already the emptiness is like an open sore that gnaws the heart, a beast that knows no limits to its hunger.
God help us.
It was not the first time she ran away from home or threatened to abandon everything in this wretched life and seek her own demise. She has never stopped being pessimistic and assuming the worst of such situations; that she was being polarised, blamed, discarded, sabotaged, and even abused. Yes, we took her for granted. We cannot avoid the blame; we must point accusatory fingers at ourselves.
The problem had been ballooning all the time; we just never knew how to deal with it or face it. We covered it up with a sheer and shallow belief that things will blow over and that all these issues are small, unrelated complications that will fade in time from our memories. That such unhappiness can be ignored and will go away after being neglected for a while.
It's becoming a pattern, like some chronic disease, like epilepsy. An attack shakes us up, makes us panic, but when it is over we deliberately erase it from our consciousness. And then slowly, the disease develops it's own character, it's own complications, begins to have a destructive spirit that hides behind the facade of our comfortable lives, grinning, planning it's next move.
Perhaps my paranoia feeds this threat of destruction, offers it a gift of emotional weakness that only makes a mockery of my concern, my guilt, my deep-seated helplessness. Men do not feel like this, do they? They just do not have this vein of insecurity within them. They prefer to dismiss the whole event, as though hushing the whines of an irritating child throwing a random temper tantrum.
But she is no child, and the problem is no random event. Do we wait for the hurricane at the end of this Butterfly Effect, wait for the bomb to explode one day and shatter us all? Or am I simply exaggerating this entirety in my own overwrought mind, letting it corrode my sensibilities?
I do not know. Only the helplessness grows. Without them there will be nothing left, and already the emptiness is like an open sore that gnaws the heart, a beast that knows no limits to its hunger.
God help us.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Forward Away Gone
It’s the day, I know
Forward on the road we go
A thousand thoughts that nowhere run
And then
And then nothing shows for more
Way after way
Consternations stay for a while
You have your happiness, that reckless smile
That flies from the eyes in a slightest little moment
For a day or two
When the night seems to speak
But the words don’t tell all, even secrets
Seem like nonsense
In the fall of the sun
This is my medicine on the ladder
My miracle on a twine
A little save, a funny dive
That walks a bit and says that is life
One take, one shot
A sequence for the cinema-lovers
Who come to watch and end and go
Such pretty words spoken, such dreams for show
Away
Away
Away
Take one more pretension and stay on for something
That disappoints and makes you cry and renders
All your thoughts into tragedies
Laugh your melancholy home
Take the inner child from deep under your skin
Under your bone
Your heart it beats according to your wishes
But where goes faith?
Does hope so bright
Rest over your shoulders
Or inside your mind like a bind that cannot
Break free on its own?
You saw your own resolve
Your own dimensions that shy
From the clarity of the ruthless eyes
That you glance through
That you forget after a while
So rushes by the day the day that day
That was comfort on loan but it wasted away
And one by one and all in all
Suspicions they just sly sauntered away
For all the meaningless promises
That were missed and faked and broken
From all the frightened little girls
Who had asked and said and were tokens
To your lie
To your lie
Every smoking lady passes by
With that gazing shimmer in her eye
And then all the gentle souls they fly
With their broken wings into the dark
The darkness speaks in riddles more
Than fire burns from hunger sorely
Desire rages in its cage
Like tender beasts who cannot see the light
Forward this might this might
Slay the demons I still fight like innocence against the slaughter
As the single watcher runs away to find
His own salvation his own route to escape
And his figure fades away into the hum of the city
The shadows fly they fly
With songs for speech and worried lines
The sham of protection and wanderlust
They unite for a while then dissipate
Into thoughts for truth
If truths do live
And conscience dies
And simple sorrow can save the joy
Of the thinker and the talker
For a dime
Don’t make the lost moves shine
Only the little smallest moments of
Trips to the inner face
Of mountains and moonlight for all
Cheaper thrills base desires that bore
For a few sacred hours before that run away
The luckier side of my eyes
Turned my head for answers
To questions
That saw for distraction
Searching temptations
Only you
Forward on the road we go
A thousand thoughts that nowhere run
And then
And then nothing shows for more
Way after way
Consternations stay for a while
You have your happiness, that reckless smile
That flies from the eyes in a slightest little moment
For a day or two
When the night seems to speak
But the words don’t tell all, even secrets
Seem like nonsense
In the fall of the sun
This is my medicine on the ladder
My miracle on a twine
A little save, a funny dive
That walks a bit and says that is life
One take, one shot
A sequence for the cinema-lovers
Who come to watch and end and go
Such pretty words spoken, such dreams for show
Away
Away
Away
Take one more pretension and stay on for something
That disappoints and makes you cry and renders
All your thoughts into tragedies
Laugh your melancholy home
Take the inner child from deep under your skin
Under your bone
Your heart it beats according to your wishes
But where goes faith?
Does hope so bright
Rest over your shoulders
Or inside your mind like a bind that cannot
Break free on its own?
You saw your own resolve
Your own dimensions that shy
From the clarity of the ruthless eyes
That you glance through
That you forget after a while
So rushes by the day the day that day
That was comfort on loan but it wasted away
And one by one and all in all
Suspicions they just sly sauntered away
For all the meaningless promises
That were missed and faked and broken
From all the frightened little girls
Who had asked and said and were tokens
To your lie
To your lie
Every smoking lady passes by
With that gazing shimmer in her eye
And then all the gentle souls they fly
With their broken wings into the dark
The darkness speaks in riddles more
Than fire burns from hunger sorely
Desire rages in its cage
Like tender beasts who cannot see the light
Forward this might this might
Slay the demons I still fight like innocence against the slaughter
As the single watcher runs away to find
His own salvation his own route to escape
And his figure fades away into the hum of the city
The shadows fly they fly
With songs for speech and worried lines
The sham of protection and wanderlust
They unite for a while then dissipate
Into thoughts for truth
If truths do live
And conscience dies
And simple sorrow can save the joy
Of the thinker and the talker
For a dime
Don’t make the lost moves shine
Only the little smallest moments of
Trips to the inner face
Of mountains and moonlight for all
Cheaper thrills base desires that bore
For a few sacred hours before that run away
The luckier side of my eyes
Turned my head for answers
To questions
That saw for distraction
Searching temptations
Only you
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