Thursday, June 11, 2009

5 More Days

Till I wave goodbye to a comfortable life.

National service is creeping dangerously close and no, I'm not ready for it.

:)

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Dedicated to,

A boy,
A son,
A man.

Someone I knew,
Someone I didn't know,
Someone wish I knew better.

One who lived,
One who thrived,
One who felt pain yet enjoyed life.

Loved to jest,
Loved guitar,
Loved.

Flash of speed,
Flash of air,
Flash of life.

A wake,
A memorial,
A cremation.

Boy,
Son,
Ash.


Dear Vern,
Rest in peace.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Destructive Tendencies


I wonder if deep inside, we're all really as dark as the people we choose to ignore.

-Design is mine, font is not

Edit: Originally "Destructive Instincts". I decided "Destructive Tendencies" sounded more poetic.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Who said geometry was hard?

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Score!

And so the news is here, arriving in its customary form; a thick and somewhat intimidating letter. Filled with numerous forms and complicated Malay words with meanings to which I'm unsure of, I finally know where I'll be spending three months of my life.

Tawau.

It's on the East side of Sabah which for those of you who aren't from around here, is pretty much as far as you can be from where I live and still be in Malaysia.

I guess that I will be missing most of the three months that my sister will be spending back here in Malaysia for her summer holidays. I guess that I wont be there to greet Seth when he arrives on this side of the continent. I guess that now it's even more probable that I'll miss Veronica and Wee Lee's wedding. And I guess this screws up the road trip plan to visit me that Ty had.


Malaysian government = 1

Sam = 0

Thursday, May 14, 2009

You're a bad shot

You shot me, aimed at the heart,
But missed, and hit my butt....


Great, now my butt's in love with you.



-Inspired by Sean's PM

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Face transplants

As if plastic surgery wasn't enough, apparently now it's possible to have a face transplant. While this'll shine rays of hope into the lives of the disfigured, what will it mean for the rest of us?


50 years down the road:


Hey man how's it goin? I'm Sam... Nice to meet you...


What is that you say? Facebook?


Gosh you're so old fashioned.


Lets just swap faces instead... =)
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