the.new.love.of.my.life?
Canon 350D!
(see lah kerms... you made me SO gian hahaha)
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
the.fountainhead.
What do you choose?
collectivism : individualism
dependence : independence
second handler : creator
parasite : self-thinker
selflessness : ego
compromise : integrity
acceptance : self-worth
Just some of the age-old questions raised in The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand.
The eye-rolling gave way to intense self-scrutiny once belief had been suspended.
One great man against the whole entire world? Live for yourself and not for others. Expect nothing and give nothing in return. Genius always meets with hatred, mediocrity with fanfare. Altruism begets bloodshed; egotism, achievement. Pity is not a virtue- it is refusing someone his right to self-esteem. Charity is evil because it thrives on the suffering of others. A man who is selfish adheres to the highest and purest standards of integrity, upholding the thought process and his creation, over and above adulation from the masses. A man who is selfless flatters others and compromises standards in order to gain acceptance. Selflessness is what altruism preaches; servitude to the masses, essentially a denouncement of the self; an embracement of spineless parasitical unthinking creatures.
Is civilisation really the saving of man from men? That one lives most sincerely when one is alone, acutely aware of the self? That civilisation attempts to give back to man the privacy and freedom of self-thought, as opposed to subjecting one to the market forces of primacy, dictated by the collective need for survival?
Architecture. Howard Roark. Me.
Food for thought indeed.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
little.superhero.girl
by Corrinne May
I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world
Everybody wants a piece of me
And I just don't know where to turn
I've got work piled up to my head
All I want to do is jump into bed
And wash away my troubles
with lemonade
Play hide and seek
with the boy next door
Take a trip to Singapore and
Imagine how I'll make the world
a better place
All I need is a good disguise
One where nobody can recognise
That I'm feeling so small
All I need is a secret weapon
I've gotta have faith
Zapping monsters into outer space
I'm gonna be a Superhero
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-
Yeah
If I were a little girl
Trying to clean up the whole wide world
I'd kick the bad boys back to school
Teach them fighting's just not cool
I'd give every kid a teddy bear
Turn starving people into millionaires
Break glass ceilings with dynamite
sprinkle a little sugar and spice
Turn the bullies that terrorize
Into pink poodles that bark,
but don't bite
All I need is a good disguise
One where nobody can recognise
That I'm feeling so small
All I need is a secret weapon
I've gotta have faith
Zapping monsters into outer space
I'm gonna be a Superhero
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-
Yeah
Little Superhero Girl
Little Superhero Girl
Save me
Little Superhero Girl
Little Superhero Girl
Save me from myself
I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world
>>> just for you niki...
corrinne may website
Friday, June 24, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
i never know what to say on this blog anymore.
afraid of saying what i really feel and meaning what i say.
afraid of offending readers.
i suppose silence is better, although i do have a lot i want to share.
pity things just take a slanted twist somehow, when i have to word everything carefully like i do now.
it's not a journal anymore, it's a farce.
in the end, i always decide it's better to delete everything away.
and perhaps one day i will do as i'm tempted to, erase away this entire blog and start afresh.
i know someone who does that all the time, what a liberating feeling it must be!
but i'm a hoarder at heart, and will always be- i can't throw away clothes i don't wear, much less throw away memories.
don't be mistaken now, the jan of today has changed inwardly somewhat.
the overall melancholy and self-pity has finally given way to a general sense of happiness.
high-time it did anyway! jan should be known for infectious laughter and wide grins, not sulky demeanours and depressive mood swings!
it was a tough time, it really was, but i'm glad i pulled through it, although sadly it took a deep loss and many happy friends to do the trick.
so much to share, but how the words elude me.
one day though, i will break through the wall.
and then words will come, like flood, and you, dear reader, will understand.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Manhunt.is.coming!!!
yipseydaisydoos... *does a twirl around the computer*
:)
more of jon jonsson puhleeze!
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