i've seen or heard the above quote a few times before, but never really gave it much thought until today, when i was reading funkyafro's post which i arrived at via nicholas. my first thought when i read it was that the phrase must have been coined in a time when man was really quite ignorant of space. however, from the googling i've done, i've learnt that it can be attributed to les brown who is very much still alive (he was also probably alive when apollo 11 landed on the moon). as such he's got no excuse for making such a logically fallacious statement. if a person didn't know better, they'd think that the stars are closer to earth than the moon.

p.s. don't know why i'm being anal today...

i'd actually meant to blog about this at the beginning of the year, but never got around to it. but seeing a pic of it in adri's flickr stream brought it back to the fore. the singapore govt has had that anti-smoking campaign where they have the message below painted on roads at certain pedestrain crossings.



look at location number 13 on the list. you see, the problem with that location is that they never tarred that bit of road. i think it's concrete or something like that. anyways the message was there in september, i guess someone discovered the blunder by november, and so they tried to cover it up by painting it over with grey paint. looks like bad tattoo cover up. don't know if the evidence is still there, but if you are ever walking to/from yishun mrt from/to the interchange, via the traffic light near the HDB block with the shops, check it out.

a gay guy talks about his relationship. quite touching. via adri.

the reason for the title is that whilst walking from 1 end of the campus to the other today, i happened to walk near this female i know. since i hadn't seen her in yonks, i decided that i wouldn't be an unfriendly cur and that i'd say "hi" to her. she asked me where i was headed. since where she was going was along the way, she said that she'd walk with me. the conversation during that walk turned out to be an almost 1-sided complete whinge-out. firstly about the weather. about how yesterday she decided to wear a tank top with a skirt and proceeded to freeze her ass off due to the cold rain. so that she wouldn't be caught out again, she wore a sweater and jeans, and guess what.. the sun was blazing. second whinge was about her timetable today is so screwed up and how she has to criss cross the campus 3 or 4 times. third whinge came about when some random guy said hi to her. so i had to hear about how all these people whom she doesn't seem to know come up to her and say hi. thank god before whinge number 4 could start, we had to part company.. to say parting is such sweet sorrow would have been REALLY stretching the truth. :P

anyways i figure that whining is cathartic, and that's why females in general live longer than males. so i guess that means i should start whining more. anyone who cares to volunteer their ear, drop a note :D

"The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions, that I wish it always to be kept alive." - Thomas Jefferson (3rd president of the US)

some people in certain countries ought to adopt such an attitude. an active, noticeable opposition is needed to voice alternative points of view, but certain benevolent 1 party countries ensure there will be only 1 party by creating unrealistic barriers of entry and by co-opting potential leaders of an opposition. *sigh*. in such a case, i guess one just waits till the government oversteps its limits, and a large enough proportion of the ruling party dissent and decide to break away..

the harmonious singing of the hymns slices through the cloud of sleep within which, my mind rests. as the mass ends, i hear the congregation leaving. their unintelligible chatter preludes their departure from the usually serene place of worship. the car doors open with clicks and slam shut with thuds. reminiscent of a grand prix race, the high pitched whines of a multitude of car engines starting up breaks through the otherwise peaceful morning. the gravel is crunched by huge 4WD wheels, as the cars crawl toward the exit. in a few minutes the only sounds to be heard are those of the birds announcing their presence and the buzz from insectopia. and the wind blowing against the drying, autumn leaves. i roll over and sink back into the arms of morpheus.

it's been a week since i've come back to sydney. the most amount of excitement that occurred was prior to my boarding the plane and post-check-in. me being me, i decided to check if i had my mobile after checking in. not in either my left or right pants pocket.. ok.. no need to panic just yet.. must be in the bag. so i rummage through my duffel bag. nary a sight of the black plastic mini-brick.. ok... breathe... must have dropped it in the car. so i grab the car keys from my mom and trudge across the terminal to the other end, to the middle of the car park and proceed to scrutinise every square inch of the passenger side front seat and the floor beneath it. then i proceed to search the rest of the car. no cigar... bloody hell. looks like i'm phoneless. as i slowly walk back to where my mom is, i try to visualise when i last had the phone. that's when i remember that i kept it in a pouch. so i proceed to search through my bag again, and eureka, there it is.

been delayed enough and i'm sent on my way to go through immigration. since i've got a few moments to spare, i call a friend. i go "hello" and the reply i get is "hey... you've got your mom's car and house keys.. go and call her". SHITE!! just as i hang up, i hear an announcement telling me to report to the information desk. so i first call my mom and she tells me to come to the immigration counter where i went in. and then, i proceed to haul my ass to the immigration counter. luckily, the ticketing officer who checked me in knows my dad, so he was obliging enough to come over to my side (the dark and restricted transit area) and get the keys from me to pass over to my mom. *sigh* the problems caused by not keeping my naked mobile in its usual place. i.e. my pants pocket, and also the fact that i can be slightly scatterbrained :P

after that excitement, the rest of my week in sydney has been fairly routine.

Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale positivity, exhale negativity

Enjoy the little things in life
Like the smell of a flower
The sound of a bird
Or the shape of a cloud

Do something different today
Smile to a stranger on the street
Take a different way home
Or go buy a CD
With music that you wouldn’t have normally bought

Try not to be to hasty
In your judgment of other people
And take life
Less seriously

What you give will always come back double
Some people spend their whole life waiting for the storm
And never enjoy the sunshine

Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale positivity, exhale negativity

Take a deep breath
By taking five deep breaths everyday
It will help remove the build up of toxins in the body
It also lowers your cholesterol in the blood
And strengthens your mind
As you breathe out think only positive thoughts
Like what a great day this is going to be

Surround yourself with successful people
Don’t feel threatened by them
Challenge yourself
And learn from them
Success has a mysterious way of attracting success
Like negativity attracts more negativity

Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale positivity, exhale negativity
Inhale, inhale exhale, exhale negativity
Inhale, inhale exhale, exhale negativity

Inhale more life and positivity
Exhale pain regrets and negativity

Inhale

- Lazyboy

• adri
  

• ambiga
  

• anantya
  

• augur
  

• dersh
  

• flibbertigibbet
  

• ibrahim

• mistique
  

• mr brown
  

• mr miyagi
  

• music
  

• pope
  

• shaan
  

• vasud
  

• so long and thanks for all the fish

• love conquers all

• you've got to find what you love

• disappearing act

• loneliness

• O Fortuna

• *relief*

• *gloom*

• flowers

• eulogy for my grandfather

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