The one about the blogsurfing.. woosh.

I've just done a blog surf... of... check this out k..

1. People i know who know me.
2. People i know who don't know me
3. People i know who don't know me personally
4. People i don't know who don't know me.
5. People.

Its pretty cool know, and I've been trying to figure out their different styles in writing. I particularly love this category (1.) blog of someone who doesn't really know me. I think he/she has an excellent style. I feel older and more sophisticated ('more' bEcoZ i oRedi m wAdz!!~ =P) haha.. its almost as it you hear his/her voice thru his/her blog entries. And yes, if i have no time, it's one of my die-die must read blogs.

Then there are others, who are always clouded in mystery. People who want an outlet, but never wish to let the world know just too much. This people are often LIT people, who make use of poems that only they understand fully. One of the best methods i feel... cos i practise that too... of cos sometimes even i dun understand my poems. But nonetheless, i love me all the same. Narcissistic, yes.

Yet others still who... (i feel like i'm telling the parable of the sower and the seeds!!) ... yet others still who openly share their feelings and ups and downs, and occasionally their no-so-disireable vocab. These people i sort of admire in a way, becos they are childlike. Very trusting.

I've come across another kind of blogs which i like. Those are the ones who write with sacarsm and thiese blogs i love especially. They're utterly funny, and its not so easy to blog like them. Its just a natural thing i guess.

I love blogs with lots of images and the like. Those are very intriguing. Very engaging.

Others, well, just remain at the same post of very long periods of time, or in some cases, forever and ever till the cows come home.

VOILA!!!! my blog piece while i'm thinking of what to do next... angel send me that mercyme song k!! haha.. i read the lyrics.. haha.. sounds nice.. =))

The NKF and Korean Soap Conspiracy.

Every year, NKF sponsers for a drama serial on ch 8. And every year, the story revolves around the same NKF stock characters.

Sick sad poor broken family death all stirred into the rojak of the typical NKF-drama(mama) family.

See the similarities ready?? Korean dramas often have sad endings too. Take the very first one, and the only one i followed cos of the monkey law. (Monkey see monkey do.) The female protagonist died of leukemia.

The recent show, the po li xie show, the female protag also was ailed with the same disease. There are other korean shows where female protags also died or suffer from the same disease. How strange. I wonder if this shows are sponsered by NLF in Korea. National Leukemia Foundation.

And their protags hardly get together in the end. Ppl either leave or die.

That's why i have reason to believe the NKF-drama scripts are written by Korean NLF volunteers. Or nurses. Or doctors. Or counsellors who are stricken with leukemia.

Disclaimer: The above written blog entry was written by yours truly, with no intention to ridicule or be insensitive to people who are going thru this in real life. It is however, intended to expose the cliches and need for fresh ideas in the television industry.

I'm gonna fail maths. =(

the kaleidoscope.

the kaleidoscope

I picked up the kaleidoscope.

Dusty.

Blew the dust off.

The kaleidoscope is a connector

between me and my childhood.

I let my grown-up fingers touch the yellow tube.

half-expecting the old times to come flooding back.

Slowly, catiously, heart-pounding-ly,

I peer through the looking glass.

Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. Pink. Purple.

All these colours have faded. Like the sounds of my

childish days, they have faded.

All I see is black. grey. decay. destruction.

I shake it.

black grey decay destruction.

I shake it harder.

black gray decay destruction.

i shake it like a baby his empty milk bottle.

but still it shows only black gray decay destruction

the kaleidoscope fades out of my hand.

no more. no more. the scope is no more.

no more. no more.

-desmond ng 7.48pm

The Keating entry.

I've been spending the past few hours just slacking and listening to ronan keating. haha.. you know, i really think he's an awesome singer with a really unique trademark tone to his voice. And almost all his songs are very my kinda songs. I guess i like him cos he's the only artiste i know who songs fit my bill.

Sure, some ppl think he's not as good as others.. like robbie william, or some other guy. But there's something about him and his songs that set me in a reflective mood. Or a relaxed mood that helps my think through stuff. Its almost as if his songs are therapeutic, helping me work out my problems. And no one else seems able to do that. Heartsongs huh? To me, he's the best.

Sighs.

Sometimes life just seems like it sucks. Big time. Like. all the mistakes you've made. You feel like you carry the yoke of your selfishness, and foolishness and wrongs. And that's not counting the sins. But Jesus comes and take it from you. Then you might think, you're horrible when you allow Him to take your blame and you go away blameless.

Then you dunno what to think.

Then like colleen's blog puts it very aptly..
when the spoken word fails, the written word precedes
when the written word fails, music precedes...

I've spoken. Its failed.
And written. And that's failed too.
Music's helping now.

But for how long. Ultimately, I'm still Missin' You.

The mistakes I've made

That's caused pain

I could have done without

All selfish thoughts

All my pride

The things i hide

You have forgot about

They're all behind you

they'll never find you

They're on the ocean floor

your sins are forgotten

They're on the bottom

of the ocean floor

--Ocean Floor AudioA.