I do not think talent exists. I do not like the idea of talent. I do not like how you can justify your inability to accomplish something by claiming to lack talent. If there is a talent, that would be the talent to make excuses. Oh, i'm sorry, there is no talent. There is only practice. If you believe you can't draw, you can't. But not because of a lack of talent. The only thing separating you and a great illustrator would be a creative mind, and that he got from practice. Yours you got from thinking everyday that you suck.
Scarecrow Rock Band
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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Citation du jour
Friday, October 10, 2008
Calling DSL ''broadband" is like calling two plain crackers a "sandwich"
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Beijing and China
Saturday, August 09, 2008
The opening ceremony was a visual feast, there is no doubt about that. It was all like a Zhang Yimou production of epic proportions with unbelievable effects. The floating olympic rings, the beautiful scrolls and the couldron that was hidden until the very, very last moment. There was tai chi, clay drum performance with the most wonderfully choreographed light arrangements and a host of other firsts. But i was particularly interested with the comment made by one of the American political analysts.
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Herba Centipedae
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
I remembered someone once told me that he wrote the contents of his blog before he thought up the title. That was so long ago, and that person is no longer around anymore. I remember it like it was only a few days ago, yet my friend has gone for more than a year. Reminded me of the story book analogy i had for life. People come and go around you, and you think that you are all connected up to the very last page of the book. Then a character dies and you realize it isn't so fictional anymore. You may feel like your parents would be with you every page of the way, then you realize that when their pages are up, you still have a good long read left. You get slapped in the face again. At least it woke you up more than any splash of cold water would. And the sting lasts longer than you hoped.
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Atarashii Sekai Ka?
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sometimes, similar people have different lives. One could only wish he could live as the other. But know all too well that it is beyond the realms of possibility. He could never earn it. He could never alter anything to remotely resemble it. He could only watch. From behind a heavy mortar wall. Never in this life to be able to scale it and drop on the other side. Even a plunge face-first into the other side would be a luxury he would never savour on the tip his tongue. Even if he did, it would be nothing he could possibly comprehend. Fortunately, he would never need to. Or rather, unfortunate, in his case. Life. Similar people with different lives. That's how they deal you a shitty hand and say "Tough luck, kid." while spitting a stream of betel urine.
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Tweeting Gravity
Friday, May 30, 2008
Oh Twitter, what's up with your servers? Instant Messenger tweets i post seem to disappear into the abyss, so where did my binary go?
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