tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62727752011-04-22T12:17:11.231+08:00lucas with the lid offlucas.smoothê : hyperkinetic fullypowered, vociferociously talented, undeniably charming, absolutely stunning.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1163528222841984512006-11-15T02:16:00.000+08:002006-11-15T02:17:02.893+08:00Sweet Jesus, wash over meWould come and sweep me off of my feet, pleaseIt's been two long weeks since You've heard me speakAnd I was hoping that You might like to meet meSweet Jesus, wash over meWould come and sweep me off of my feet, pleaseIt's been far too long since I've sang Your songAnd I was hoping that You might like to meet meI heard You heal the broken heartedEven those who've been lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1154401264876266602006-08-01T10:50:00.000+08:002006-08-01T11:01:04.903+08:00"When people say that the authority of Scripture or the centrality of Jesus is in question, actually it's their social, economic and political system that has been built in the name of Jesus that's being threatened. Generally lurking below some of the more venomous, vitriolic criticism is somebody who's created a facade that's not working."Rob Belllucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1150764844215230622006-06-20T08:53:00.000+08:002006-06-20T08:54:04.226+08:00How far is too far?lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1150557717439664182006-06-17T23:21:00.000+08:002006-06-17T23:25:50.146+08:0040 million babies lost to God's great orphanage,It's a modern day genocide and a modern day disgraceIf this is a human right then why aren't we free?The only freedom we have is in a man nailed to a tree.Our God reigns, Our God reigns,Forever Your kingdom reigns.100 million faces, staring at the sky,Wondering if this HIV will ever pass us by.The devil stole the rain and hope trickles down the pluglucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1148001617136772972006-05-19T09:19:00.000+08:002006-05-19T09:20:17.146+08:00Chivalry isn't dead. It's just sheathed.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1147960946403711692006-05-18T21:13:00.000+08:002006-05-18T22:12:17.523+08:00It is in Genesis 1:21 was the sea creatures that God first commanded to be fruitful and multiply. Only on the next day after creating male and female, did God then say that we are to "subdue the earth and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth." (Gen 1:27-29)Thus, God's mandate to be fruitful and multiply to lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1147226180299839412006-05-10T09:54:00.000+08:002006-05-10T09:58:07.540+08:00The Abba Experience So, dear brothers and sisters, you have no obligation whatsoever to do what your sinful nature urges you to do. For if you keep on following it, you will perish. But if through the power of the Holy Spirit you turn from it and its evil deeds, you will live. For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God. So you should not be like cowering, fearful slaves. You lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1147096278148475902006-05-08T21:50:00.000+08:002006-05-08T21:51:18.160+08:00I come to the garden aloneWhile the dew is still on the rosesAnd the voice I hearFalling on my earsThe Son of God disclosesThere is none like YouNo one else can touch my heart like You doI could search for all eternity, Lord and findThere is none like youYou speak and the sound of your voiceIs so sweet the birds hush their singingAnd the melody that you give meWithin my heart is ringingThere is lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1142607481221182372006-03-17T22:48:00.000+08:002006-03-17T22:58:19.753+08:00One step closer to the endtimes.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1141444764369480032006-03-04T11:56:00.000+08:002006-03-19T22:07:21.696+08:00The Worship of Tears(from Devotions from the Studio)Six days before the Passover, Jesus therefore came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. So they gave a dinner for him there. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those reclining with him at the table. Mary therefore took a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1139140818631024892006-02-05T19:45:00.000+08:002006-02-05T20:14:39.693+08:00All to Jesus I surrender; all to Him I freely give; I will ever love and trust Him, in His presence daily live. All to Jesus I surrender; humbly at His feet I bow, worldly pleasures all forsaken; take me, Jesus, take me now. All to Jesus I surrender; make me, Saviour, wholly thine; fill me with Thy love and power; truly know that Thou art mine. All to Jesus I surrender; Lord, I give myself to lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1137336778950827542006-01-15T22:35:00.000+08:002006-01-15T23:29:28.423+08:00In my church office, there is a book on the shelf in the room of a newly appointed staff member entitled, "Preaching and Preachers". Thumbing through the yellowed and dog-eared parchment pages, you can catch nuggets of insight into the craft and calling of preaching.But what caught my attention most was this - little tagline printed above the title on the cover page: "To me preaching is the lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1136257011414313822006-01-03T10:55:00.000+08:002006-01-03T10:56:51.423+08:00Only one life,'Twill soon be past;Only what's doneFor Christ will last.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1134649820193750302005-12-15T20:27:00.000+08:002005-12-15T20:30:20.203+08:00The last thing i needIs to be heard. But, to hearwhat You have to say.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1133101830863771602005-11-27T22:24:00.000+08:002005-11-27T22:34:42.430+08:00Chivary in love has nothing to do with the sweetness of appearance. It has everything to do with the tenderness of a heart willing to serve. That is the first hard lesson to learn. You do not act under the impetus of charm but out of a commitment to make someone's life the joy you want it to be. In the early days of marriage, joy precedes the act. Tragically as the years go by joy can be severed lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1132503723898850672005-11-21T00:21:00.000+08:002005-11-21T00:22:03.910+08:00Faltering, with bowed heads, our altered parentsSlowly descended from their holy hill,All their good fortune left behind and done with, Out through the one-way passInto the dangerous world, these strange countries.No rumour in Eden had reached the human pairOf things not men, yet half like men, that wandered The earth beyond its walls;But now they heard the mountains stirred and shaken,All lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1131972212082280892005-11-14T20:41:00.000+08:002005-11-14T20:44:09.516+08:00Before exams and camp, in a pensive mood. 12 Nov 2005, 1426hrs.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1131540852213501562005-11-09T20:44:00.000+08:002005-11-09T20:58:31.410+08:00If God had a name, what would it be?And would you call it to His face?If you were faced with Him in all His glory,What would you ask if you had just one question?If God had a face what would it look like?And would you want to see?If seeing meant that you would have to believeIn things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets?What if God was one of us?Just a slob like one of uslucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1130432002520522252005-10-28T00:15:00.000+08:002005-10-28T01:11:12.050+08:00Just got the Music Inspired by Narnia. I had to, after checking out the lineup of artists. I've been eagerly anticipating the movie since June after seeing the trailer. And to hear SCC, Jars of Clay, and Rebecca St. James distilling their take on the epic tale doesnt dilute the beauty of the story, but leads me back to the wonder that stepping through the wardrobe beholds. TobyMac delivers a lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1129902429633393972005-10-21T20:59:00.000+08:002005-10-23T23:19:09.563+08:00This post has had a long gestation period. It's been a month since the whole debacle concerning proselytizing appeared in the newspapers. Personally, I think it's inevitable. There is this inexplicable tension that surfaces in a state that encourages religious plurality. It believes in freedom in practising faiths, as long as they are in line with the rationalisation principles that the lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1129465833187577522005-10-16T20:23:00.000+08:002005-10-16T20:48:39.116+08:00In lieu of rising oil prices ... lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1129126110773334542005-10-12T22:02:00.000+08:002005-10-16T22:28:12.383+08:00If I Stand----------There's more that rises in the morning than the sun And more that shines in the night than just the moon It's more than just this fire here that keeps me warm In a shelter that is larger than this roomThere's more that dances on the prairies than the wind And more that pulses in the ocean than the tide There's a love that is fiercer than the love between friends More gentle lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1129122719834012022005-10-12T21:09:00.000+08:002005-10-12T21:11:59.833+08:00It isn't just the colour of this blog that's changed.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1122907404420247702005-08-01T22:37:00.000+08:002005-08-01T22:43:24.423+08:00History is the essence of innumerable biographies. Thomas Carlylelucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1122906508135144182005-08-01T22:26:00.000+08:002005-08-01T22:30:05.876+08:00To argue that popular art reflects society is to oversimplify what is really a complex process. Popular artworks are a reflection of society insofar as they address contemporary issues and treat them in ways consistent with current perspectives, but the popular arts are never merely a reflection. In the course of representing or portraying our lives and culture, the popular arts popularize and lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1122133292290197842005-07-23T23:31:00.000+08:002005-07-23T23:43:23.536+08:00KomarigamiLucas HoThe sun is dipping gracefullybeneath the devastation,casting a violent lilac-orangeover the creased spitflanked by water and waste.It's not too hard to envisagethe dank drape of deaththat did settle upon here once.Rocked as we spedalong the roadless pathby the Saviour's gentle embrace,moving towards the frontierwhere love and life collidestopped by troopspeering into our van.Didlucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1121755398289239122005-07-19T14:33:00.000+08:002005-07-19T14:43:18.293+08:00Give me time. And itwouldn't take long to see thatI need a new watch.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1121738544102074612005-07-19T09:51:00.000+08:002005-07-19T10:02:24.106+08:00As evangelical Christians, we have tended to relegate art to the very fringe of life. The rest of human life we feel is more important. Despite our constant talk about the Lordship of Christ, we have narrowed its scope to a very small area of reality and have not appropriated the riches that the Bible gives us for ourselves, for our lives, and for our culture ... In fact, there is a very real lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1121737877910303182005-07-19T09:49:00.000+08:002005-07-19T09:51:17.916+08:00If anyone wants to read the crap i churned out after 24hrs at SPH, just holla.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1120660688717784482005-07-06T22:37:00.000+08:002005-07-08T00:37:20.640+08:00"In all kinds of places, the parochial system is working remarkably. It's just that we are increasingly aware of the contexts where it simply isn't capable of making an impact, where something has to grow out of it or alongside it, not as a rival (why do we cast so much of our Christian life in terms of competition?) but as an attempt to answer questions that the parish system was never meant to lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1110807979885583322005-03-14T21:45:00.000+08:002005-03-14T21:46:19.886+08:00Last night i lay down between sheets, and there lingeredthe warm scent of you.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1110771433643623302005-03-14T11:36:00.000+08:002005-03-14T11:37:13.643+08:00Hetropolitic, homopolitic, or apolitic?lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1110553463640649402005-03-11T23:01:00.000+08:002005-03-11T23:04:23.640+08:00Korn with the wind.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1109426804954698102005-02-26T22:05:00.000+08:002005-02-26T22:07:38.506+08:00---------- Forwarded message ----------From: jovian lim liquidstardust@gmail.comDate: Fri, 25 Feb 2005 23:32:29 +0800Subject: some thing i read while surfing.hmmm=]To: christcentric@gmail.com, jaccuzijo@gmail.comnot everybody thinks the pirating is a bad thing.After all, some church leaders say, isn't getting the gospel out moreimportant than getting paid?How can it be wrong if it saves souls?"lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1109423464200196722005-02-26T21:08:00.000+08:002005-02-26T21:16:55.630+08:00all these extraneous cares.Jov no need to get so emo. it's just a freaking exercise. Been there, done that. No sweat. Enjoy the mosquitoes and the sandflies. See the OC go ballistic. Smell the braised duck rice. Change not your socks. Chew the swirling dust in your face. Smell the foilage. Taste the damp dew and pespiration from your chin strap. Listen to Ops Orders. Touch your muddy boots. Don'tlucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1108905597964434632005-02-20T21:17:00.000+08:002005-02-20T21:20:41.386+08:00I pray and give thanks.It's been a long time coming;at last, ORD!lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1108530003079313042005-02-16T11:58:00.000+08:002005-02-16T13:00:03.080+08:00Many things have got me hot and botherered lately. The weather for one. I don't think our sunny little totalitarian state has seen an inch of precipitation since before enlightened despots have been kept in check. I can't stand the heat. It's stifling.It totally dried out the lustre from CNY this year. But i still enjoyed myself somewhat. Standard fare, nothing new to shake up anything or cause alucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1106491964424602442005-01-23T21:13:00.000+08:002005-01-23T22:52:44.423+08:00As i had my vehicle mired for the second time in three days over the past week, i stared glumly at the brown-greyish mud-clay mixture which i was ankle-deep in, and the neurons and grey matter in between my craniums electrified and started racing. I mean, i hadn't sleep for 30 hrs, but the road ahead flashed past my mind's eye. What was i going to do after i had chucked these green fatigues asidelucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1104669184696390602005-01-02T19:50:00.000+08:002005-01-02T20:33:04.696+08:00happy christmas and a merry new year.
The end of last year offered many surprises, revelations and epiphanies. The tsuinami served to remind us that we have nothing certain in our inconstant existence execept death. Natural disasters are something we have become so desensitised to. But God is speaking to us people! Listen.
I think it's been great that the slr and countdown0405 and yaf placed melucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1101048094843245592004-11-21T22:17:00.000+08:002004-11-21T22:41:34.843+08:00call me a genius. i had Before Sunrise and Before Sunset lying around but i hadnt the time to watch them till now. So yesterday afternoon i watched both back2back in an amazing special feature presentation doublebill.
It's simply sublime, what Richard Linkater and Julie Deply and Ethan Hawke have created. Sunrise is that once-in-lifetime unexpected connection you make with a beautiful foreign lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1100525206417593972004-11-15T21:26:00.000+08:002004-11-15T21:26:46.416+08:00i kinda suck at badminton.
lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1099833738861159972004-11-07T21:05:00.000+08:002004-11-15T21:25:33.790+08:00right now, i don't have anything to say. It's not that i have nothing on my mind. Trust me, i've got a head full of crap i'm dying to unload. Maybe such moments of speechlessness strikes me often but i never realise it, given the little amount of time i spend actually communicating, reaching out, yearning for anything that can and will afford my cold heart comfort.
But words are all i have.
lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1096291172872105812004-09-27T21:18:00.000+08:002004-09-27T21:22:12.366+08:00been some time eh. soon enough.
lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1096291105440096782004-09-27T21:12:00.000+08:002004-09-27T21:18:25.440+08:00Les Yeux Ouverts
Ce souvenir je te le rends.
Des souvenirs, tu sais j'en ai tellement.
Puisqu'on r'va de jours errants.
Pas la peine de changer trop...
Ce souvenir je te le prends.
Des souvenirs, comme ca j'en ai tout le temps.
Si par erreur la vie nous s'pare,
J'le sortirai d'mon tiroir.
J'reve les yeux ouverts.
Ca m'fait du bien.
Ca ne va pas plus loin.
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aimelucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1095083250516793762004-09-13T21:42:00.000+08:002004-09-13T21:49:20.863+08:00Emotions, in my experience aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." ... I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic traincar constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." ... I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1093786061304378932004-08-29T21:04:00.000+08:002004-08-29T21:30:31.170+08:00this coming weekend it's army open house. so i expect long hot hours sitting around at a live-firing range, meals by kfc and pizza hut which i will probably stop eating after the 2nd day for fear of constipation and serious damage to my digestive system, and crazy kids screaming to blank-faced sweaty safety specs who have had to contend with a million others like them.
Plus for last week i had lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1093426898192766032004-08-25T17:41:00.000+08:002004-08-25T17:41:38.193+08:00It's crystal clear. One
last breath, then dive into the
stream of conciousness.
lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1092545826570353892004-08-15T12:36:00.000+08:002004-08-15T17:20:02.386+08:00the other night during the battalion river crossing exercise held up north at sarimbun, i found myself parked less than 50m from a gate leading to the sarimbun scouts camp. The floodlights were switched on, and a loudspeaker was blaring, someone's irritatingly sqwaky voice screaming, "COME ON! I NEED ANOTHER GUY!"
The mirth and laughter drifted gently over, carried by the evening zephyr. Young lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1092062721586317042004-08-09T22:12:00.000+08:002004-08-09T22:45:21.586+08:00happy birthday singapore.
ok i've had a rather good national day break so far. Sent the foursome of jotham dan zan and hannah off to bangkok on sat. lotsa pple were there including kelwin marc jov spence and hannah's posse. nice oreo icecream cake we had before they checked-in and boarded.
sunday i trooped with mom and dad and all to pick up matt's glasses... bumped into my former PC there who lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1091585663195908642004-08-04T10:10:00.000+08:002004-08-04T10:14:23.196+08:00Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen, well I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge onlucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1091585409425404802004-08-04T09:52:00.000+08:002004-08-04T10:10:09.426+08:00Sometimes you realize you're no longer king of the world; that some things are truly impossible. Once in a while you lose all rationality and become increasingly disenfranchised and your mind slowly becomes tainted with the crap that seeps in from the dark side.
Ignorance is bliss.
As you edge ever closer to the cusp of adulthood, it all turns lucid and unreal. I gather my belongings and frown.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1090773108795792822004-07-25T23:54:00.000+08:002004-07-26T00:31:48.796+08:00had a good time this weekend. bummed around the whole of friday and sat ... also got my coloursplash prints.. I'm happy with what i've got! but i'm gonna get more so yea i'll upload them to my lomohome soon.
Anyways i'm sufficiently primed for another week of 2ntm ... bleah. Another weekend in camp. I think they've got a movie marathon lined up, so we'll see.
Heh and last week one wednesday lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1090333092695437822004-07-20T22:10:00.000+08:002004-07-20T22:18:12.696+08:00well now i'm back. blogger's gone all new on me. anyways it's great to be at home after seven days away. I should be used to it by now. but no one ever does.
just finished my first roll of colorsplash lomo film. Had a few shots left, went around the house snapping at random... think i may have overexposed some shots. heh we'll see gonna get it developed soon.
anyways during my lockdown in lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1089811961592500532004-07-14T21:11:00.000+08:002004-07-14T21:36:47.160+08:00spent sunday reading Kazuo Ishiguro's When We Were Orphans in the guardroom at camp. That makes it two books in two weeks! Amazing. This is an unexpected surge... I'm returning to a beloved pastime that I thought I'd lost once enlisted.
Anyways this is a deceptively simple tale. Like his other masterpiece, The Remains of The Day, the first-person narrator speaks from an inconstant flux of lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1089121002011387142004-07-06T21:34:00.000+08:002004-07-06T21:36:42.053+08:00Been thinking abt what weisong shared on sunday... still gotta sort my thoughts out abt it all. Till then I think you should listen to one person God chose to speak to our generation about the struggles of out desires and lust.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1088949804963238362004-07-04T21:25:00.000+08:002004-07-04T22:03:24.963+08:00alright long one coming up .. got out friday afternoon and bummed around(yes i'm so good at that) till the late evening when i watched Capturing the Friedmans, which i had downloaded sometime back. It screened at this year's Singapore Film Fest but I hadmissed it. I guess it's so riveting and shocking for a couple of reasons. First, that it all really happened. Arnold and his family weren't some lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1088347987890908812004-06-27T22:40:00.000+08:002004-06-27T22:53:07.890+08:00i'm back from the dead, exhumed from the sands and dust of tekong. Was there for a whole week, and over the course of those seven days i ate less than your standard ten course meal, showered thrice and did things that was generally grievious and torturous.
But i'm here and am ok.
Anyways i've just been chilling around, trying to get back into the groove. Picked up a 4cd boxed set of classic lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1087127592596021542004-06-13T19:51:00.000+08:002004-06-13T19:53:12.596+08:00if you got some time check out this amazing collection of the most popular form of short genre cinema.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1086786659875713272004-06-09T20:56:00.000+08:002004-06-09T21:11:47.496+08:00Six Things I Learnt From The Recent Episode Of Friends That I Watched (The One With The Cake)
1. If you want to try out something that you read in Maxim with your wife, rent a hotel room in Vermont to do it. It's sexier.
2. However, racing wind-up toys to decide who gets to leave a messed-up birthday bash first is more fun than the abovementioned.
3. Do not go to New Jersey to pick up a lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1086529984887414222004-06-06T21:23:00.000+08:002004-06-06T21:54:46.723+08:00less, meaning
if i got a kiss for each smile you gave me i would
not have this acute
heartache
which leads me off into your secret courtesy, this congenial bedlam.
Circumnavigate her volatile jurisprudence;
a crumple in the line,
her pantheon of words.
It's not too hard.
Try to understand that. Try to stay awake. Try to try. Tried to try.
Tired.
Made my bed in hell and quietly
waited for the lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1086184729783777692004-06-02T21:37:00.000+08:002004-06-02T21:58:49.783+08:00had a day out on the beach today. Sentosa was way crowded on this vesak day if you ask me. I hadn't the faintest intention of entering the water. And so all i was prepared to do was to lie in my hammock with the sea breeze blowing in my hair and fall asleep while reading Jung's Aspects of the Feminine. Which, er, was exactly what i did.
But of course, i couldn't get very much cos of those two lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1085836627098439952004-05-29T20:35:00.000+08:002004-06-06T17:54:51.603+08:00keeping it real
so fantasia won ... well i had my money on her going a long way when i first saw her final 32 performance. But the season of idol has revealed to me many telling idiosyncrasies of our time and generation. Before i get started on another blabbering rant i believe this article from Life! sums up my sentiments pretty much. Although it's comparing Idol and Eurovision, much can be lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1085559717022872862004-05-26T16:20:00.000+08:002004-05-26T16:41:58.893+08:00Dance with my Father
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1084685874161151262004-05-16T13:37:00.000+08:002004-05-16T13:38:53.000+08:00Hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink andlucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1084456409928770912004-05-13T21:31:00.000+08:002004-05-13T21:53:29.926+08:00(Tap. Tap.)
Hello?
Assuming meta-authoring mode.
(EEeeeINg)
Boy. Too much feedback. Let me attempt once more.
Ahem.
(Tap.)
Hello. This is Lucas' blog speaking.
Ok. that's good. Now to try to speak like Lucas.
Bleah.
Ok. Like I said, this is lucas's blog. Sometimes, when he's too busy or lazy to update, or when he has a severe case of writer's block, I'll step in to post. You know, to lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1084103165598917212004-05-09T19:46:00.000+08:002004-05-09T19:50:35.810+08:00Never let a fool kiss you or a kiss fool you.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1083591399514481292004-05-03T21:36:00.000+08:002004-05-03T21:41:50.170+08:00The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)ExtremeLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)ModerateLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)ModerateLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel 7 (Violent)LowLevel 8- the lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1083504585268860602004-05-02T21:29:00.000+08:002004-05-02T21:34:06.200+08:00I've fallen in love. That warm fuzzy feeling burning in your chest ... the lightheaded joyfulness. Walking on air? Walking on sunshine? No, now i'm drifting on cloud nine. There's a permanent smile on my face. Everyday's Christmas, and every night is new year's eve.
Once i was sleepless, restless, untamed, and largely misunderstood. Now i'm riding across the night, ensconced within her affectionslucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1083427726995586382004-05-02T00:08:00.000+08:002004-05-26T16:30:07.790+08:00if you watch alicia keys' latest video "If I Ain't Got You", you'll notice she's wearing, on her right ear, a key earring. I mean it's cool but then, also a rather lame reference to her last name, no? heh.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1083322141325405682004-04-30T18:49:00.000+08:002004-04-30T18:53:19.280+08:00I've never read personals or ever thought of posting one myself, but this sparkling article takes you through the history and defining characteristics of a key cultural phenomenon of the 20th century, and probably the 21st as well. Hey it's considered a genre already.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1083029931511843722004-04-27T09:38:00.000+08:002004-04-27T09:43:04.780+08:00Of late I've been disturbed by the cartoon shorts screened on MTV. Happy Tree Friends, has cute cuddly characters wandering a pastel landscape being happy and doing stuff that most other creatures on other kids' shows would be doing. With one significant difference - they always end up bloody, dismembered, decapitated, paraplegic and dead. It is plainly and utterly disgusting. The shorts always lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1082895428255140892004-04-25T20:17:00.000+08:002004-04-25T20:21:19.686+08:00I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1082895384025196812004-04-25T20:16:00.000+08:002004-04-25T20:20:35.450+08:00back from 18 days (yea, count 'em)of sheer hell in the godforsaken jungles of brunei. Nothing against the nice country or its people or its geography. Now i have a greater insight into the senseless hate-filled satanism of war.
but it's been pretty alright i guess. I did survive stronger in some ways.
ok, quickie movie review : George Washington
It's a gorgeously shot film, drenched in the lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1077020771915526982004-02-17T20:26:00.000+08:002004-02-17T20:28:49.843+08:00help me tell the truth you see that's all i wanna do is tell the truth i'm not that shy. this is not goodbye. more and more i'm secretly just me, open your eyes. lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1074087918001752872004-01-14T21:45:00.000+08:002004-01-14T21:47:08.983+08:00Wow I had the rare chance to watch parts of Duck Soup on arts central yesterday. I must say that the Marx brothers are truly the first and last names in comedic cinema, and i dare say comedy itself. The song sequences got me hooked first, then the fast-paced crossfire delivery of witty one-liners and absurd riddles were the line. Sinker came in the vaudevillian routines which were perfectly timedlucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073800382834195902004-01-11T13:53:00.000+08:002004-01-14T21:47:24.360+08:00IN THE END
the things we love give back
our names. One handed me a
plain stone to carve into something
better. Another returned the long
lost user guide to my left brain.
Someone passed a slip of paper,
my inscruitable handwriting
on one side, and on the other
in bright colours, the words
"I Want It All". Other brought
flowers: irises, daffodils,
the soft unpeeled heart of a rose.
None of the lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073795460985409442004-01-11T12:31:00.000+08:002004-01-11T12:31:21.393+08:00metrosexual
(met.roh.SEK.shoo.ul) n. An urban male with a strong aesthetic sense who spends a great deal of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle.
—metrosexuality n.
basically, the darling child of consumer capitalism and an unabashed exhibitionist and narcissist. Spurred on at the turn of the decade by the emasculating female career-minded go-getter and men's style mags like The Facelucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073480307992165872004-01-07T20:58:00.000+08:002004-01-07T20:58:47.866+08:00sorry orwell, 1984 came twenty years late. But better late than never, right?lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073479455645546602004-01-07T20:44:00.000+08:002004-01-07T20:44:35.063+08:00got my xbox! Dad signed up for 18mths of maxonline and we got a free xbox. woohoo. I might have to bring it into camp cos my precocious younger brother has his 'o's this year. haha. but we'll see for now there's no games. Will have to mod it before i can download and burn games off Sharereactor.
From Jovian :
"Army is a good book to study life." De Vigny
I sure hope so. One year in this lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073390934911459722004-01-06T20:08:00.000+08:002004-01-06T20:09:14.400+08:00i've never been so hurt lost confused dejected disorientated shattered upset misled misguided rejected alone aloof abject i like you a lot but now you left me high and dry nothing or no one can console me i know you cant let go and neither can i it's sad but true your smile your touch your laughter your everything now shattered picture perfect tainted it's not your fault but i wish it could have lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073211954247768052004-01-04T18:25:00.000+08:002004-01-04T18:26:49.393+08:00
emode says my iq is 136.lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073097457113294782004-01-03T10:37:00.000+08:002004-01-03T10:37:55.236+08:00Bummed out behind a computer terminal in camp. I shouldn't be here but i don't mind. Then again time on my hands could be time spent with you.
Was at borders yesterday. Had searched for Roz and Guild, but proved too pricey for me. Then as i wandered up and down the main aisle, along the 'General Health' section, a book not so discreetly placed so as to catch the unassuming caught me. I took a lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272775.post-1073010741240290612004-01-02T10:32:00.000+08:002004-01-02T10:32:39.313+08:00i'm back. it's here.
Streaming forth from the new year is this uncensored weblog.
Found it in streams of froth, formed new here uncensured.
All very fishy and suspect yes? If you know me I don't keep journals, I don't do diaries. But out of sheer restlessness and inspiration I decided to reblog again. Some of it probably has to do with the new year mood i'm in. And maybe even less of it has lucashohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213839667309878906noreply@blogger.com