4M1G
Dec. 5th, 2007 | 10:29 pm
This photo is worth more half a million USD!!! This was the highlight of the trip, when 4 Mainstreamers and a GEPer plus the Sisterhood did a combined gig in the sands of the Philippines. Look at the gig shot! it's quite brilliant don't u think hahaha. Actually the photo could have been worth a million, but Yongjie and Chai Yi's decadent posing reduced its worth by half :( Ping Kan looks like he needs to pee hahahaha. eeks the guy in all-white is my favourite! The Sisterhood looks snazzy but they will never really beat 4 Mainstreamers and a GEPer because our songs are so amazing
last one for tonight- a tribute to guan yongjie. he was a source of madcap fun on the trip and we loved his polished vocals. and his spastic-kid image hahahahahaha
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at the bay
Dec. 5th, 2007 | 09:16 pm
As promised, here's a series of shots from the sunny islands of the Philippines, with a running commentary! =D

All these lines just kept running through my head

This was on the boat to corregidor!we took it off paul's $200+ sunglasses at the upper deck. i sat with wan qianling on the ferry and we talked about lots of stuff. was really fun having a good friend there; people like you are hard to come by :) Below, a photoshoot for the PhillyPhotos mag

All these lines just kept running through my head
This was on the boat to corregidor!we took it off paul's $200+ sunglasses at the upper deck. i sat with wan qianling on the ferry and we talked about lots of stuff. was really fun having a good friend there; people like you are hard to come by :) Below, a photoshoot for the PhillyPhotos mag
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Comfort
Oct. 3rd, 2007 | 09:54 pm
i know the turns
and they have felt me
i don’t know how to spell them
or if i am saying them in the right way
but we have crossed countlessly
what do you think of my worn face?
it tires like the tyres that bring me to you.
i work my mornings till seven o clock
i have worked them since a different time
and you know why i say this
my sentiments are two yellow lines sleeping
with old rubber they lie endless
others lied without an end
i cannot take five of you
it is a rule
it is also a rule that they should leave you alone
but that is my rule
glass for grass
is theirs
they are well-walled
and richer
and see me more when it is time for the groceries
or a newborn
or sealed winterwear
or (this is amusing) the two minute walk after lunch
from the bus-stop to home
because her feet are killing her
kind ones do not ask for change
or are they really yearning for it?
Some laugh at my diction
but at least i speak
they have lost their words because they are empty.
my glasses have the footprint of grime
my collar, the smell of evening sweat
morning coffee caught my shirt, then disappeared
as everything else did. when I wait
i bite my nails into shape
at least they will grow
yesterday only grows more distant
i am busy and i need to change my shift
and that angers you
but i am sorry, i cannot stop for you always
i cannot even stop for myself sometimes
once i was caught for being over ninety
if i were to live as long as that i would take those cameras to my coffin
i rest my head on the stains
of this window and touch the peeling wheel
when there is no one i whisper
a dying tune
i used to love
the late-night drive
until the road changed.
now i sit and stare at soft lights falling
i spoke to a young man
and he heard my musings.
“do not become a taxi driver.”
he laughed.
then what, uncle? A heartless man?
and they have felt me
i don’t know how to spell them
or if i am saying them in the right way
but we have crossed countlessly
what do you think of my worn face?
it tires like the tyres that bring me to you.
i work my mornings till seven o clock
i have worked them since a different time
and you know why i say this
my sentiments are two yellow lines sleeping
with old rubber they lie endless
others lied without an end
i cannot take five of you
it is a rule
it is also a rule that they should leave you alone
but that is my rule
glass for grass
is theirs
they are well-walled
and richer
and see me more when it is time for the groceries
or a newborn
or sealed winterwear
or (this is amusing) the two minute walk after lunch
from the bus-stop to home
because her feet are killing her
kind ones do not ask for change
or are they really yearning for it?
Some laugh at my diction
but at least i speak
they have lost their words because they are empty.
my glasses have the footprint of grime
my collar, the smell of evening sweat
morning coffee caught my shirt, then disappeared
as everything else did. when I wait
i bite my nails into shape
at least they will grow
yesterday only grows more distant
i am busy and i need to change my shift
and that angers you
but i am sorry, i cannot stop for you always
i cannot even stop for myself sometimes
once i was caught for being over ninety
if i were to live as long as that i would take those cameras to my coffin
i rest my head on the stains
of this window and touch the peeling wheel
when there is no one i whisper
a dying tune
i used to love
the late-night drive
until the road changed.
now i sit and stare at soft lights falling
i spoke to a young man
and he heard my musings.
“do not become a taxi driver.”
he laughed.
then what, uncle? A heartless man?
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President of verbal vice
Sep. 10th, 2007 | 11:08 pm
That's solid. There, you see how much I learned.
-- Vice President Dan Quayle when when visiting a welding class at a vocational school in Union, Missouri. He welded two scraps of metal together to demonstrate how much he had learned while in the National Guard. (reported in the NY Times, 10/25/88)
Dan Quayle had a trip planned to Beijing, but was worried because of the turmoil at that end. His security advisor however informed him that it was pretty safe for D.Q. as, "They are only harassing intellectuals".
Americans will soon observe the 20th anniversary of] Neil Armstrong and Buzz Lukens' walk on the moon.
-- Vice President Dan Quayle confusing the sexual assaulter/Congressman with Astronaut Buzz Aldrin, 7/15/89 Los Angeles Times (7/16/89)
...Buzz Lukens took that fateful step...
-- Vice President Dan Quayle continuing to confuse the sexual assaulter/Congressman with Astronaut Buzz Aldrin, 7/15/89 (reported in Esquire, 8/92)
The future will be a better tomorrow.
-- Vice President Dan Quayle
-- Vice President Dan Quayle when when visiting a welding class at a vocational school in Union, Missouri. He welded two scraps of metal together to demonstrate how much he had learned while in the National Guard. (reported in the NY Times, 10/25/88)
Dan Quayle had a trip planned to Beijing, but was worried because of the turmoil at that end. His security advisor however informed him that it was pretty safe for D.Q. as, "They are only harassing intellectuals".
Americans will soon observe the 20th anniversary of] Neil Armstrong and Buzz Lukens' walk on the moon.
-- Vice President Dan Quayle confusing the sexual assaulter/Congressman with Astronaut Buzz Aldrin, 7/15/89 Los Angeles Times (7/16/89)
...Buzz Lukens took that fateful step...
-- Vice President Dan Quayle continuing to confuse the sexual assaulter/Congressman with Astronaut Buzz Aldrin, 7/15/89 (reported in Esquire, 8/92)
The future will be a better tomorrow.
-- Vice President Dan Quayle
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A Heroes Tribute
Aug. 2nd, 2007 | 01:40 pm
Special Ability: Faith
I know some of the previous posts have been fun and comedic, but this one is as serious as it gets.
I just want to honour the two Koreans who are deceased, and the 21 that remain in captivity. Every passing minute is filled with trepidation, and each day seems to loom towards certain death... i don't think this is something we should just gloss over.
If you are reading this, please take a minute or two to say a little prayer for these aid workers. Or just keep them in your hearts.
That's the least we can do.
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(no subject)
Jul. 29th, 2007 | 07:54 pm
like glass at the heart
the pain is
immense
its scream
painless
for it cannot feel
it also cannot forget.
the pain is
immense
its scream
painless
for it cannot feel
it also cannot forget.
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Hero #2
Jul. 28th, 2007 | 12:10 am
Name: Wan Qian
Age: 28
Nation of Origin: Zhejiang, China
Special Ability: Powered by solar energy; biceps increase tenfold!
Quoteworthy: "I don't like my muscles."
Born in a maize farm in the province of Zhejiang, Wan Qian's parents discovered her amazing powers when she was four years old. When a water buffalo tripped over a pebble and was about to land on her mother's foot, the little girl prevented this fatal disaster by throwing the poor beast on the neighbour's hut.
Currently working as a night clerk at the post office, Wan Qian takes it as her utmost responsibility to save the people of this earth from imminent danger. Just last week, she apprehended a burglar by smiling. Wan Qian is most powerful on SUNdays.
Wan's current beau, superhero G-Man, meets her secretly after sunset.
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Sneak Peek!
Jul. 23rd, 2007 | 10:17 pm
here's a sneak peak of Kwandhi, the primary nemesis of our Heroes!
Kwandhi wants to take over the world on the pretext of foreign aid. His new thick glasses give him x-ray vision to see through the souls of humans. He is determined...
"IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO STOP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Heroes III" premieres on NBC at 7PM, HK/SIN, on Star World.
Kwandhi wants to take over the world on the pretext of foreign aid. His new thick glasses give him x-ray vision to see through the souls of humans. He is determined...
"IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO STOP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Heroes III" premieres on NBC at 7PM, HK/SIN, on Star World.
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Heroes- #1
Jul. 23rd, 2007 | 05:26 pm
Name: Bayvislav Nikilov
Age: 17
Nation of Origin: Serbia
Special Ability: Self-replication & the ability to transform anything into a ball of snow
Quoteworthy: "I thought you couldn't find more alcohol than in Serbeer!!"
Bayvislav Nikilov was raised in Alaska, after a shipping accident left the then 3-yr old floating on a piece of ice for 45 days.Raised by two Inuits and their polar bear, the young boy later eked out a career as a professional tennis player. Upon retirement, he was inducted in the United Nations as its Secretary General, where he continues to fight the evil Kandhi.
Nikilov discovered his powers while battling global warming.
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Whee
Jun. 18th, 2007 | 10:33 am
Okay here's "Busker in a Long Tunnel", a piece of recency.
[Busker in a Long Tunnel]
I see each face
by the sound of a halting footstep
or the softness
of your approaching hand
and the bare touch of one
dime upon the other
Perhaps, to you, I am a wall.
A panel
in patterns, the
old stripes of this shirt
or the empty spaces
in between
silence. I wonder
whether you smiled
half-broadly or in a forced grin
With pity
And thanksgiving, or to hide
thoughts
of my deception
and how I close my eyes all the time
Or did I anger you?
With my melancholy I
sketched rippling frames
of your brokenness
but my voice
like yours
still screams
beneath the quiet
Sometimes
I hear the cleaner
and her bristles
They sound tired of each other
But I know
That they lean against the curves
of this alley
feeling the company
of nothing
The young
are never without words.
They say the most
but give the least
I heard new shoes
and the light falling
of silver
from numbness
Then I heard your pause.
Watching a
reflection
of yourself, you
press the crease
on your collar
Blind
as you are
to me.
[Busker in a Long Tunnel]
I see each face
by the sound of a halting footstep
or the softness
of your approaching hand
and the bare touch of one
dime upon the other
Perhaps, to you, I am a wall.
A panel
in patterns, the
old stripes of this shirt
or the empty spaces
in between
silence. I wonder
whether you smiled
half-broadly or in a forced grin
With pity
And thanksgiving, or to hide
thoughts
of my deception
and how I close my eyes all the time
Or did I anger you?
With my melancholy I
sketched rippling frames
of your brokenness
but my voice
like yours
still screams
beneath the quiet
Sometimes
I hear the cleaner
and her bristles
They sound tired of each other
But I know
That they lean against the curves
of this alley
feeling the company
of nothing
The young
are never without words.
They say the most
but give the least
I heard new shoes
and the light falling
of silver
from numbness
Then I heard your pause.
Watching a
reflection
of yourself, you
press the crease
on your collar
Blind
as you are
to me.