the fault is my own.

Everyday i wake up, i think to myself," what in the world am I doing here?"

and I realise that maybe, just maybe, I chose to.

unanimous assent.

...face it, we're all seeking an audience. rarely do we want a debate.

wise words - indie style

You know what the problem is with indie stuff? We never go mainstream.

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Update: I just realised that this is my 100th post! woo! never thought i'll live till this day. ie never thought that i had this much commitment in something, or anything. i think that's the beauty of a blog. You can neglect it for however long you want and it won't die. sweet eh... always wondered why i got a girlfriend. hmm.. oh yeah, the perks. :P

denial problem.. almost like a dental problem.

"Jason, imagine that you have a huge denial problem..."

"Hmm... No? I mean, why the hell would I do that?!"

shame, and lack of... the most useless concept, ever.

shame is for the shameful to keep. the shameless, lacks shame to lose.

sugar, spice and everything nice...

i bet they turned out to be short and tiny girls because they threw a ps3 in and poof: three short-circuited little girls. amazing what technology does huh. ;)

he must be really angry.

one day, the wind had enough and kicked up a storm.

like like like not exactly.

like oh my god. today i was like, not exactly, but like on a plane, filled with euphoria and then like the whole damn thing crash down onto earth. like, but not really..

buying time - unbottled.

yesterday, i spent my day pleading with God for another day. By the end of the day, I got it. And that's how i spent my day - buying a day at a time.

positive negation

you know how sometimes we can have a perfectly structured argument, and all it takes is a single "fuck" to keep us shut? like that.

i need to hang out with more cultured people. and by that, i don't mean bacteria-infested scum.

The one most important (and only) word.

"eh, jace."

"sup boy?"

"fuck u man."

"uh, wtf?"

"ya. fuck u."

"why? no one else to pick on is it? go pick on your slutty girlfriend la."

"fuck her."

"yeah, i know i would."

nothing but good, clean, family-friendly fun! ... yeah right.

waiting for a vision; one so strong that seems too simple and logical, amazed that no one has actually done it yet. encapsulate the vision and manifest it. create something real and feasible out of a dream, an idea. the concentration of which, when released, reveals a great glow that all may stand in awe reveling in the sweet glory. and i, in sweeter glory.

i need inspiration. anybody with ideas and want to collaborate and create something even greater than that, please email me or just leave a note on the tag board. i'm hungry: starving really.

i want a bite of that big apple.

you blooming ego! Issue #28

i've always wondered how much it would cost to buy heaven. then i found me. it was perfect. ;)

twenty years.

i thought i'd finally update. put some real stuff on this page rather than my fictional musings. so.

Happy New Year to everybody! (Good start eh?)


i finally figured out what one's most important attribute throughout his/her life is. while he's a child, it's his smile. or rather, his enthusiasm. later on, it's his creativity and gung-ho-ness. and finally his wisdom. enthusiasm, creativity and wisdom. in that order. in other words, run while you're still young. but because we are unable to differentiate between the different stages of our lives, we tend to go through minor dips. also known as transitional periods.

these minor dips, if not managed properly (which is normally attributed to the fact that we do not know when and how to switch our primary strength) can lead to bouts of depression that will send us whirling.. elsewhere. and according to most, prolonged depression does more than depletes ones self-esteem. it creates an illusion, so strong, that one would feel that he needs to "one big right" to justify all his wrongs. but what wrongs were there? exactly, not much. but you see, it's an illusion. mind tricks.

so, back to the point. we need to know when we hit the transition. and activate that in-built (yes, i believe it's pure instinct. written deep in our genes.) ability to fit the changes. we are, after all, adaptable beings. now don't get me wrong. yes, we do go through changes everyday. every single day. but isn't it always the biggest things that gets our notice? the first pimple on your face. the first paycheck. the first smoke. the first failure. i think anyone who recalls (assuming the reasonable person), would be able to remember with somewhat fond memories of the above. you see, they remember. and now that they have gone through it, they can laugh and smile at even a near-death situation that they had faced. but do you remember the first time you dropped some hair?


it's all too simple really: every twenty years. re-invention is the key. the static, ironically, don't stay.


Mandro!

Fatboy Slim - Right Here, Right Now

Fatboy slim.. don't you just love him? great concept to go with the song. love it.

Slit Eyes

Slit Eyes lay slumped on the yellowish-brown sofa which reeked a deep rusty scent, with a half-chewed cigarette resting succinctly between his cold lips. Exhaling the occasional puff and eyes gazing into a re-run of Pulp Fiction, he zoned out every now and then. Slit Eyes knew that his time had come: retirement was never this easy. That was him. As for the cash, sending his daughter through college wasn't an issue. Ensuring his legacy was.

"I love you, Pumpkin."
"I love you, Honey Bunny."
"All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!"
"Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!"

The final blow came in and all was left was a shaken Yolanda and Ezekiel 25:17. Ringo was dead.

Happy Feet!

Happy Feet was genius. Pure genius.

Captain Planet, Moulin Rouge, and a HUGE load of religious debate rolled into a film of jumpy furballs. Cute! Good stuff. Only thing is that I felt it was a little underhanded to have marketed this as a kid-friendly show. Misleading, totally misleading. Only the captain planet part seemed relevant, but religion and the Catholic Church and the Protestants and Religious fanaticism?


hmmm...


thought-provoking watch behind that tap-dancing facade. - 5 stars.

i think emo kids should just go home, hide under a blanket and sulk silently to themselves, muttering the occasional swear word. And while they're at it, reassure themselves that life does suck by looking dead straight into the mirror, realising that they do not look good in pink and black and thus life sucks. Weak reasoning, but hey, whatever pulls you through eh.

i think PDA-ers should also go home. If not, get a room. Or if that strapped for cash, just get the condoms and go to some dark alley; it'll seriously save you lots of cash. Honest. Chances are that lust is running this game. So i say get it over with, go shag a horse or something and save the girl: be the gentleman and let her go, unless getting slapped is your kind of thing. Which wouldn't be too hard to understand if it IS your kind of thing. howzat?

i think all the aunties and uncles require more respect. Problem is that they're not demanding it as they should. It's ironic that the new, soft, spare-the-rod-save-the-kid's-smooth-butt generation has gone all hard and cold towards their tamers. i want the iron fist back. teach them a thing or two about grounding. actually, two. 1) grounding = teaching your kids properly. remember to do so when you're parents of your own. remember to start early. don't start so late like me, when you're eighteen and running amok. 2) grounding = grounded. social life = 0. simple as that.

it's funny how we complain so much. but with this train of thought, i figure that it's difficult to think otherwise. doesn't flow you say? well don't worry honey. accuracy was always secondary. humour first. =)

so there, no offense. but we've really gotta grow. grow grow grow. and spurt out quick like we're on dumex 3+



Oh look! Orchard road's empty. Now i can go shopping!

chasing dreams:

3 months, 1 man, plenty of dreams.
1 man, plenty of dreams, he has to re-invent himself.
plenty of dreams, he has to re-invent himself: re-built for survival.

the renaissance.


The Jace v2! ;)

then there was this: one time, i caught a fish, alive.
then there was this: one time, i caught a dead fish, alive.
then there was this: one time, i caught a live fish, dead.
then there was this: one time, i caught a fish, dead.

moral of the story: don't play with your food, kids.