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I should work for Star magazine. I was like the paparazzi on my balcony a little after 6.30pm, knowing she would show up just across the way. I had seen her last night, & I couldn't sleep being so close & not doing anything about it. So I decided today that I had to do something. I waited all day. Patiently, of course. & just as I anticipated, she appeared, & I got the shot. I took three shots just to be safe, one for each filter on my phone not knowing how each would turn out. Granted my subject came out rather small as phone cameras seem to do, but nevertheless I accomplished my goal, & captured a moment that could only happen once daily. Moonrise. Is that a word? If no, why is it not? Why does the sun get a word for rising above the horizon & the moon doesn't? Is the phenomena accompanying the nightly appearance of the moon not a spectacle? What's that? There's no phenomena when it comes to the moon? Will I ever stop asking these rhetorical qu...

Today's entry will be slightly different from all my previous posts in terms of content. This is actually a comparison story that I crafted a while back, & it was rejected by a site that will remain anonymous for the time being. Apparently, there has to be a news peg for excellent comparison stories such as this before it can be considered. Who knew. Ludicrous excuses aside, due to this minor inconvenience, you guys now get to read the article on my blogpage instead of some other overrated site. Hurray. Funny how things work out sometimes, right? Here we go. With principal photography of Captain America: Civil War wrapped up recently we will very soon see the debut of Tom Holland's Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. This will be the first time the character is appearing in a movie as a cameo. Now I know what you want to say before the words even escape your teeth. Did Marvel pick the right man(boy) for the job? Being handed the throne at just 19, he is the younges...

Even though I don't celebrate birthdays, because I only celebrate achievements & it's impossible to consider being expelled from a birth canal one, my family members still never fail to get me a cake annually. I'm not sure why they feel the need to celebrate my birthday. Maybe they're hoping that someday I'll come of age & grow the hell up. It's silly to celebrate birthdays on a yearly basis. Maybe not so on your birth day itself. If you think about it, that's the only legitimate birthday. I mean, you don't get born every year. Additionally, I don't participate in gift exchanging. It’s a laborious activity you see. I have to imagine what you need, & if I decide to get you a shirt I have to find out your size, whereas you know what your size is & what you need. Perhaps I can simplify things & just give you fifty dollars directly on your birthday & you could give me fifty dollars on mine, but then it'd be even easier if we k...

Greetings, all. As you can see I haven't updated this journal in a month, & believe me when I say I did not intend for this. My partner in crime of 3 years, Lawliet(that's what I named my iPhone 4), decided to self-terminate for no apparent reason a few weeks ago. I never saw it coming. Other than the fact that the battery was a little defective, as it more often than not lost power at an accelerated rate, it was in perfect condition. & I hadn't dropped it in over a year. That may be surprising to some as I'm the king of dropping. & of being dropped. I'm proud to announce though that all these years of using an iPhone, I still have yet to crack an LCD screen. It's like whenever I drop it, it almost always lands on its back. It's just like a cat. Did you know, cats, when dropped, will always land on all fours? Yea, be it from 10 meters high or from space. It's not a myth. It's not nonsense either. It sounds absurd but it's been scient...

This is a continuation of the "true" bits of trash post. If you haven't read the first installment of the celebrity magazine style stories franchise, go here. 2012 Star Awards: "Mind the Freak." Wangibraltar sneaks into the red carpet event & introduces himself to actor/comedian Adrian Pang. Adrian is bewildered by the sudden appearance of this lesser known human being but, being the chatterbox he is, proceeds to converse with Wan anyway. The two talk about being underdressed for the event. Adrian, sporting his Khaki “USA” branded Bermudas, jacket & matching hat, provides Wan with the latest on what’s hot & what’s not! “You should NEVER, EVER get dressed for the occasion,” says fashionista Pang. Wan, who is wearing a wife beater, yoga pants, crocs & a pair of triple eyeglasses, gleefully nods in agreement. Mr Pang invites Wan & his publicist escort onto his limo after the gala. No comment could be made by either comedian about the private mee...

Here are some things i would do if I WERE a Cardboard Cutout: 1) I'd slide under the door of the girl's locker rooms to remind them to conserve water while brushing their teeth. 2) I could probably read the newspaper without ever opening it. 3) I'd be most curious as to how I was going to handle waste elimination. 4) I could no longer attend Yoga class. Instead, I would go to Origami class. 5) I'd use a marker & draw myself a better looking face. 6) My wardrobe would probably include cardboard sleeves from Starbucks. 7) I'd probably sound like a balloon or blade of grass when I spoke. 8) I'd attend more social gatherings as it'd be easier for everyone since I bring absolutely no memorable substance to these events. I sometimes don't move at all so they might as well invite a cardboard cutout of myself. This life-sized duplicate won't even tell jokes no one laughs at. 9) Rather than burial, when i kick it, I'd be recycled. & that's pre...

Dr. Wan was what they called me when I worked at a day care center for about a month during my school holidays of 2-10. It was called Almost Angels Day care center. To me that name sounded more like it's a place for kids who were almost dead. I couldn’t handle that kind of pressure. So i went AWOL one day, leaving the kids unsupervised & alone, & ran home. What am I doing? I’ve been sitting on the couch for way too long. I think my butt cheeks have finally grown together. I knew this would happen. It feels like I do when I sit on the comfort of your strangeness. I have been working on a fiction novel. It's a story I've always wanted to share. It's been months & it's still nowhere near completion. The whole story is in my head but the problem is every time I sit down to type, my mind begins to wander. I think about a thousand & one things. Everything but the story I'm writing. I could literally be sitting in an empty room & still be distracted...

A few days ago, I came a cross a site that was selling the vintage Nokia N70 phone. It stated that all the phones were in working condition & refurbished in urban style. They were selling at forty dollars apiece, & I was tempted to get myself one but realized I really didn't need two phones since i barely even get calls or text messages these days. Having two cellphones would make me look like i lead a packed social life. You know, the kind that needs to be scheduled down to the minute. "Hello? Yes, speak to me. Okay, I'll be there in 13 minutes time. Latest 1458 hours." I might as well be wearing a Bluetooth headset too. Let's take a stroll down memory lane. Remember the days when texting wasn't as easy? You sort of had to work for it. You had to really want it? You need an 'S'? You better click that '7' button FOUR TIMES. I imagine my future grandchildren would shriek in horror when I tell them about this. I really miss those times. I...

Love is blinding when your timing's never right... Oh but who am I to beg for difference... Finding love in a distant instant... But I don't mind... Oh love at least I tried, well I tried... Or do I? & did I actually try? Monosyllabling is in my blood. It's kind off a problem but hopefully one you will come to find endearing. People have told me that I can be ambitious at times. Overly ambitious even. If you don't believe me, just ask some of the guys I play soccer with every Sunday. These guys have seen me play through-balls so ambitious that they applied for Cambridge & Oxford & refused to select back-up universities. Well, it turns out I didn't have it in me after all. All I had to do was muster every ounce of the courage in me, but it was too much to ask for. I could do pretty much anything that would cost me my life without even thinking for a second but not this simple & plebeian task of exchanging a few lines with the girl I fancy. I'm pat...

Hi. This is as good a paragraph starter as any. Tonight I might see her. That's about it. That is all this entry is about. I'm very certain that her team will be on shift at the time of my report. Unimpeachable. It's unbelievable isn't it? What astonishes me isn't how for once "unbelievable" is put in such a context, as in a good way & not bad, but because the working days for that particular team is still etched in my mind. That's just weird, creepy & boundary crossing, which is normal when it comes to me. Oh & for your info, the reporting time is conveniently at four in the morning. I was just told about this deployment six hours ago. I mean it's fine for me since I haven't slept at night in months. The only problem I'll face is staying awake when the sun comes up. It has been raining uv-rays these past few days, & I've been known to drift away spiritually in the desert heat. It was such an arduous task to live up to e...

I once had a thousand desires but in my one desire to know her, all the rest melted away. Now, that is entirely gone, & I'm feeling like an empty shell. Honestly speaking, i have no reason whatsoever to be here anymore. I waited, wanting this world to let me in. I ended up just standing there, a frozen light in the dark & empty street. But seeing as I have learned to embrace my fate, to sit through & experience the insurmountable certainty of universal doom, I decided not to lament about it. I guess if you had desires in your head, & had to work to gain those desires, life would be simpler. But I just don't anymore. I'm not even sure if I should be glad or sad about this. Additionally, I don't follow through with what I say. Look at me lamenting for one whole paragraph, a few seconds after promising i wouldn't. I don't believe I know what I'm in for. Perhaps a spark in the heart lit a fire on the road from the leaking gas in the bus that i to...

Getting close to her was like trying to wrangle smoke. I wish I could say she wasn't the reason for the smoke that exits the end of my cigarette. I smoke. That’s obvious. It’s a hot topic, literally. So when I have time to kill, what better way to do it than to go suck down a few fags & drag the words from my head? It’s been said that a cigarette will take minutes & eventually years off of your life, depending on how you stack them up. I can’t begin to tell you how relieving this theory is. Honestly, I do not smoke because i'm addicted to nicotine or anything. It's just a way of opening up for me, to grief. Often these moments of grief are just between me & a cigarette & nobody else. It's the same principle as Saint George's action of putting all his fears & doubts in a box he made out of his armor. The legend of the great Saint George, something I read a while back. From what I know, the dragon slayer was fighting a fierce dragon. The battle bet...

This post is more of a high pitched complaining cry than an update. If you played a guitar while reading it, it'd sound like a Taylor Swift song. Whiny music indeed. After fifteen long (& miserable) years, Digimon Adventure is finally returning to the television screen! Or it was supposed to, but now the makers, Toei Animation, have decided to release it on the silver screen. More on that in a bit. The Digimon series, post Digimon Adventure, has been rather inglorious. As of 2015, there have been six series produced in total. I do not blame you if you didn't know this is the SEVENTH anime series. Ever since Tai & the gang said goodbye to their Digimon partners & the Digital World, we've been treated to five mediocre attempts at a successful sequel. Honestly, I wasn't anticipating this. I had in fact totally forgotten about the existence of the franchise. But when Digimon Adventure tri was announced in August last year, & that the protagonists from the or...

I recently came across an interesting article that tells the story of a mayfly's life. It got me thinking, a mayfly's life isn't any much different compared to a human being's life. This is the reason why. A mayfly has a very short lifespan, ranging from approximately 24 to 48 hours. Mayflies spend a year awaiting their birth, & then most die after living just one day. Their sole purpose is to pass on their genes. Suffice to say, their entire existence is consumed with mating & reproduction. Sounds familiar doesn't it? Human beings these days have an uncontrollable obsession with sex. I believe i pointed that out in a previous post. They center all their attention on sex. & of course, also, material growth. I don't blame them for this. We're led by the tainted society to believe material possessions, & primitive biological desires are what's important. Having money, nifty cars, big mansions, & a whole lot of morally loose girls lining...

I didn't plan on posting more words this week but I feel this is necessary. & yes I can track down who drops by this blog for a stay, even if for a while. Whatever your troubles may be, I really do not wish to see you lose faith. Therefore I'm going to share this heartwarming story with you. I read an eye opening graphic novel when i was little. The arc touched me emotionally. It wasn't the story that moved me, rather it was Superman's response to Lex Luthor's question. It went a little like so. It started when Superman arrived at the location where the hostages were held. "Why would you want to save these people? They have nothing to do with you, do they not? But still you came to rescue them, out of pity? Such pitifully useless emotions. It's illogical & irrational. Pity & compassion are products of the weak & lacking human heart. You were compelled to come here by vacuous sentimentality!" Clark Kent answered with such nobleness befor...

"Shahirwan is someone that if he got on the same train with you, you would move towards the other end of the train." I didn't grasp the meaning of that enigmatic compliment until much later. By then, the person who said it had gotten married, bought a house & have 3 kids. I am guilty of eating straight off of the candy displays in those help yourself stores where you can design your own blend of bite-sized nibbles by the kilogram. I always have, ever since I was a juvenile delinquent. From gummy bears & sugar covered sour strips to chocolate covered raisins, I like to try them all until I’ve had my fill, & realize that I shouldn’t buy any of that crap. What's ironic though, I don't even regularly consume candy. But every time I go into a store that has the all you can eat candy buffet display, I'd go right into chow mode, without hesitation. Perhaps it's just me. I just can't stand the very sight of buffets. I have to touch every single thi...

Possible Titles for today’s entry: Hey, at least I quit smoking. On bullshit, in sadness. I am from space. In an alternate universe, I'm already dead. Underneath this cool exterior, there is a sad human being? I had space cake. Hi. My name is Shahirwan. That’s right, I'm Miranda Kerr's boyfriend. Yes, our non-fictional relationship came together quite easily when she spotted me practicing roundhouse kicks on the streets of Woodlands last November & said, “I love your home haircut.” I knew immediately she had class. She was on a holiday, taking a break from the strenuous life of being a supermodel. As to why she chose Singapore as her destination, your guess is as good as mine. But seriously, i doubt that your guess is as good as mine. A few minutes later, after a hot & heavy make out session at a construction site nearby, I realized she was the one when as she lit up a cigarette & said to herself in a broken Spanish accent, “I love a man who’s not exactly in sha...

Do you worry one day you'll open the door to your house & on the other side, instead of seeing your living room, it'll be some unknown place in a different space & time, full of hungry dinosaurs, aliens, & clones of Kim Kardashian? I do, everyday. In fact, it's all I ever think about. This is like a script straight out of a horror movie. I sincerely apologize for the long hiatus but I am officially back! In writing, just as in romance, the paramount rule of the game is, always leave them wanting more. Let them miss you. Make them beg you. For what it's worth, my prolonged absence wasn't actually deliberate or premeditated. Right now you're probably on the edge of your seat because I'm about to figuratively rock your socks off with the reason, which is actually something fierce. No, i haven't found a job. Rather I've just been busy with the situation with Kony & the Ebola crisis. Can you believe it? After all these years, Joseph Kony i...

When i looked at her, I felt an attraction quite like no other. It wasn't sexual. Though I wouldn't know how that'd be like. It wasn't physical either. I'm not even sure what it was. All I know is, I saw the true meaning of beauty. Well I certainly did not depict it right. Only because I can't paint the picture with words, despite there being 171,476 in existence. That goes to show words are not meant to describe such a phenomenon. Nonetheless, I'm going to try putting it in such a way you'd feel you it too. When I look at the world, I'm pessimistic. But when I looked at her, I forgot about the world. How about that? I closed my eyes, put no thought into it whatsoever & the words came right out, very naturally. Speaking of eyes, have I told you about hers? When my dim, uncomprehending eyes looked in her sparkly ones, I knew I'd spend far too much time trying to write a poem as beautiful them. Yes, I could literally get lost in her eyes, &...

The headlines of some of the celebrity tabloid magazines are preposterous! I’ve been getting my news from the grocery store check out line when I pop in to buy soy milk or an onion or anything that I need only one of. I can't remember when I last bought a copy of the local newspaper. It seems with technology so advanced these days, you kind of wonder why they still put out hardcopies. A few days ago, I followed through with my routine. This time, to get a tomato. Spotted lying next to the newspapers on the metal rack was a copy of 8 Days magazine. The name always confused me. There's only 7 days in a week & i think everybody knows that too. What caught my eye though was the magazine under it, called Tiger Beat. A playfully quaint name. I picked it up & read the front cover. "5 Reasons Ariana Grande Would be the Best BFF Ever!" Adjacent to it was the equally ridiculous 'V' magazine. What the name lacks in imagination, it more than makes up for in headli...

Today is one of the most monumental days in the world. It happens every year. A day comes in march that lifts me into a sky of wonderment, dunks me into a sea of gratitude, & dries me off with the great big automatic hand dryer of humility. My late gramps used to tell every single one of his progeny, "find something you love to do, & make it your living." He posited that if you find a job you love, you'll never work a day in your life. Wise man indeed. I'm sorry I haven't, gramps. I have found it but I haven't managed to make a living out of it. Perhaps I should put a 'yet' at the end of that last sentence. It's funny how no one followed through with his words. But then again, he didn't leave any assets to us when he passed away, on this very day. He never had any. That is probably the reason. He was a simple person. He didn't believe in luxury. He was a man of principle, with morals & ethics. He lived by his own beliefs. I didn...

Three days ago, i stole a magnet from a friend's house that simply reads, "good morning. I'm okay." & it has a sort of stoney smiley face on it. It works really well with the font. It was originally intended for use at a retirement home. The kind of home that would be the last home for most in the complex. He used to be a volunteer there. I should think he took that magnet without anyone's consent too. The world is round. Whatever you do will always come back to you. Without a doubt, the same applies to my action of removing the magnet from his fridge without his knowledge. Anyways, he did once share with me his experience doing philanthropic work there. It was quite, according to him, 'a hoot'. He told me the only real duty of the residents was as soon as they woke up, they were to put the aforementioned magnet on their door to show the staff they were indeed awake & going about their day. In other words, not dead. I thought this was the sweetest ...