tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58998772011-12-15T13:53:11.379+11:00An avenue for me a have a meaningless discussion with the greater world and its inhabitantstykangnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-2210254412585953182008-05-09T15:55:00.000+10:002008-05-09T15:56:06.059+10:00

On the way to find my diamond penWalking home the other day, I couldn't help but stand at Cockle Bay and slowly allow my senses to drift away. The sound of people sitting down to dine away or the scent of fumes emanating from the oversized grill or the taste of the salted chilly air. It was then that I realised prisoners and athletics have a lot in common and me probably having more in common

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-84285419589189146362008-04-26T23:06:00.001+10:002008-04-26T21:29:12.566+10:00

On they way to clean up my messWhen romance deserts you for five weeks for a fluttering sojourn in the mystic spice lands, you will take whatever grinds are left in romance's mortar. So with a pinch of my nose and a hand over my eyes, I fully opened my mouth and took a taste of bromances.Much like a romance, there will be a lot of phone calls, text messages, emails and initially, some degree of

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-61271613338120482552008-04-25T22:42:00.004+10:002008-04-26T21:25:20.670+10:00

On the way to close the blindsThere are some moments in life where you just don't want it to end. You don't realise it at first, but retrospect will reveal the clarity of the emotions you felt when it happened; all those little events that make life worth living.Like the time I was strolling around Melbourne carrying a truly oversized white with red and green striped Gucci shopping bag. It was

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-84017525228156589802008-04-18T12:55:00.001+10:002008-04-25T23:06:03.472+10:00

On the way to wash the perfume offThere is nothing better than having an older woman in your life, or a cougar who happen to be "Hot older ladies pouncing on their younger prey" according to Jenna Maroney from 30 Rock.An older woman will treat you how you should be treated.She will buy you breakfast, lunch and dinner, or, if you are too busy, buy you season appropriate snacks: cake on your

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-36602221665000656912008-04-14T12:34:00.006+10:002008-04-26T21:28:10.633+10:00

On the way backIt boggles me now, how I can derive so much satisfaction from doing the simple things of everyday life.For a while, I felt lost and confused. Unsure of myself and my place in the world. Nay, I still am confounded and disorientated but I have learnt to accept it and with it, gained the ability to enjoy myself.On a lone Saturday evening, I would have previously be-dazzled myself,

tykangnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-46690008420496829052007-06-23T11:39:00.000+10:002007-09-17T08:57:04.025+10:00

On the way forwardI think it is only right to acknowledge the obvious - that this blog no longer commands as much attention that it deserves. It has been neglected while I have been pampered. It is sad to say goodbye, so I won't - I will merely say that this is a pause until another time and another place when it will flourish with wit and humour and provide mind-numbing clarity of my life.

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-12023159768930432772007-04-14T14:49:00.000+10:002007-04-14T14:54:37.135+10:00

On the way to tie a tieEvery now and then, you get this feeling that makes you sick to your stomach. It is usually triggered by an externality and is almost always unavoidable. During these moments, you can only stay still and urge the feeling to dissipate with whatever will power you have left.But sometimes, it doesn’t go away and the feeling lingers until pro-activeness forces it to seep, such

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-2040312474574660142007-03-17T18:52:00.000+11:002007-03-17T19:15:27.998+11:00

On the way to find the cashmere sweaterSitting on the balcony today during an abrupt downpour, I was watching the unceremonious opening of the incomplete aquatic centre next door when it finally dawned on me; a year ago, the site I was looking at now use to be a pile of cleared dirt and now stood a stunning piece of architecture that juxtaposes the strong lines of the area with its sweeping

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-79533388218263478612007-02-25T22:26:00.000+11:002007-02-25T22:27:37.415+11:00

On the way to find a clean wine glassWhen you are constantly thinking and contemplating the decisions you make, there is no better way that to do it with a glass of wine.When you are worrying about the future and its impact on your current state of mind, there is no better way than do it slight tipsy and in a comfortable chair.When you are dredging what tomorrow brings or what the weather may be,

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1166346638119142032006-12-17T19:53:00.000+11:002006-12-17T20:10:38.140+11:00

On the way from Changi AirportOver the past two weeks, I have had many experiences that has opened my eyes and broaden my thoughts further than it has ever been. Unlimited possibilities now exists because of this snap vacation.But not all trips are full of wonderful tales, sights and sounds. For me, some stange things happened that I need to learn from so the next time it happens, I can walk away

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1165366085293203992006-12-06T11:46:00.000+11:002006-12-06T11:48:05.326+11:00

On the way to find the button for 28After a hard day's shopping, there is nothing more you want to do than to sit down and relax. To be able to rest your feet while rummaging through your purchases is every shopper's dream. However, not many people reach this perilless state. We however did; we spent the morning shopping on Hong Kong island - Causeway Bay, Central and Admiralty. But that is not

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1165042132199070682006-12-02T17:44:00.000+11:002006-12-02T17:48:52.216+11:00

On the way to find the massage center at Changi AirportThere are some simple pleasures in life and some not so simple ones.As I sat on the plane, I couldn't but help wished that I was sitting in First or even business, but when I sat down in economy, I had to accept that this was my simple pleasure.As the inflight entertainment started, I couldn't stand the engine or aircraft noise so I popped in

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1164715192234875852006-11-28T22:57:00.000+11:002006-11-28T22:59:52.266+11:00

On the way to find my VIP Duty Free Shopping CardThe first time I went overseas, I was a baby wearing a raggy old cloth nappy, discarded shorts and a singlet nestled in the arms of my mother on a Qantas flight bound for Sydney. The government would not pay extra for a seat by myself, albeit it I could’t sit up properly at the time. And my only humble possession at that time was my only baby photo

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1162851851762777772006-11-07T09:22:00.000+11:002006-11-07T09:24:11.790+11:00

On the way to complete my lay-byThere is a period of my life where I do not seem to remember much of. It was of the early days, a blur of childhood, primary school and a few glimpses of high school. An activity here and an event there, but that is pretty much all I can recall. However, things start to pick up during my university days, but even now that is starting to wear thin. I call this

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1162123802669653542006-10-29T23:02:00.000+11:002006-10-29T23:10:02.690+11:00

On the way to find a pair of scissors and glueAt my first job, they had a laser printer. Up until that point, the only place I have ever seen a laser printer was at the electrical good stores and at university. Naturally it was quite expensive to print anything from there, so I use to print a heap of stuff at my old work; I even printed stuff that I knew that I didn’t need just to see the laser

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1160917098297695192006-10-15T22:51:00.000+10:002006-10-15T22:58:18.313+10:00

On the way to find some latex protectionGrowing up, we have been fed ideas and ideals of what domestic bliss is and should be. Domestic bliss has always been pitched as the unspoken goal and dream where it was deemed tactless and crass to mention it, but when alluded to, everyone knew and understand the unwavering desire to achieve domestic bliss.I had moment of domestic bliss the other day.

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1156199952894919192006-08-22T08:37:00.000+10:002006-08-22T08:39:12.910+10:00

On the way to the RTAThere are some things that you know and some things that you simply don’t, but the one thing that I definitely know is myself. However, I still managed to surprise myself sometimes.The other day, I was grocery shopping with my mother and I was pushing the trolley walking slight ahead of her when suddenly, she barked out for all other shoppers to hear:“Pull up your pants;

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1155214415018424742006-08-10T22:52:00.000+10:002006-08-10T22:53:35.060+10:00

On the way to open my mail boxI can become quite indecisive when making big decisions and when it comes to others, I make them on a whim, such as buying a new car. But around this time 2 years ago, I made a decision that today, is probably one of the best choices I ever made and certainly one that has brought me profound and significant happiness.That decision was deciding to ditch my free

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1154436713079228842006-08-01T22:47:00.000+10:002006-08-01T22:51:53.096+10:00

On the way to buy photocopy paperInsanity can best be described as the mental state where all logic and sense fails. For someone people, this ailment can be prolonged, for otherwise, it can be momentary or possibly instantaneous.I had a few the momentary insanity periods the other day. After spending the morning realising my printer was out of paper, I debated with myself whether or not it was

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1153034021308098862006-07-16T16:54:00.000+10:002006-07-16T17:13:41.333+10:00

On the way to a lazy day of shoppingOn the way to a lazy day of shoppingThere are some things that you do every few minutes, such as checking your email whilst at work and spending another few minutes coming up with a pointless reply.Apparently, every five minutes ago according to social anthropologists, guys think about sex money. For me, I do this every few seconds.And then there are the things

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1152918112199644792006-07-15T08:44:00.000+10:002006-07-15T09:11:15.936+10:00

On the way to make a celebratory breakfastIn the business manual of the world, that is, the Art of War, it dictates that you must be disciplined and decisive in your actions and above all, do everything to see it through. As an amateur in this world, you need to take all the advice you can get your innocent hands on - whether it'd be from thousand year old books or from random strangers in a

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1152878581107267002006-07-14T22:01:00.000+10:002006-07-14T22:03:01.133+10:00

On the long way home to avoid merry peopleAfter a long and exhausting week at work, there is nothing else like spending a Friday night with the people you care about and with the people who will make you feel at ease.If you happen to fall into that category where everyone else is busy to spend time with you or are not ever included in their plans, there is an alternative to achieving that winding

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1151410349508773962006-06-27T21:53:00.000+10:002006-06-27T22:12:29.523+10:00

On the way to write this blogLife is a novelty.It feels like everything I have worked for the past few years, all my goals, hopes, dreams and aspirations have miraculously and momentarily come true.The ability to sit back and take in an objective view is tremendously overwhelming. Even as I force myself to write down what has happened, my hands are trembling from the trepidation that somehow,

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1148604996293977622006-05-26T10:55:00.000+10:002006-05-26T10:56:36.306+10:00

On the way to fill out a copyright lodgmentThere is a hiliarious new advertisement on television for the Yellow Pages. It features two Thai ladies who own adjacent thai restaurants who complete with each other not by their food, but their outlandish names. It starts from Thai Thai to Thai Thai II and includes every pun on the word Thai imaginable. Such delights include Thai Tanic, Thai Phoon,

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1147522031149226772006-05-13T22:05:00.000+10:002006-05-13T22:07:11.170+10:00

On the way home after a long fightLife has been one hectic battle.Aspirations concluded.Preparations are being made.Strategies finetuned.Alliances reforged.Testing has begun.Execution down to minutes.Realisation that this is so much work.

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1145875572979234352006-04-24T20:44:00.000+10:002006-04-25T21:18:24.680+10:00

On the way to find a power outletGrowing up, I thought happiness only happens when you visit Disneyland or when you go on vacation or when you fall in love and live happily ever after or when you wake up on Christmas to find that Tonka truck neatly wrapped under the tree or when you find a coin in place of a tooth underneath your pillow or when you started going to school. My early exposure to

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1143868958094229872006-04-01T16:20:00.000+11:002006-04-01T16:22:38.106+11:00

On the way to take out the trashWe had a casual Friday at work the other day. It is that one day of the month where everyone in the firm lets their hair down, hitches their skirts up and pulls their jeans down. It is the one day of the month where being the best firm in the world is made irrelevant with everyone couture. That one day of month where the Asia Pacific president resembles the sleuths

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1143259728702217672006-03-25T15:07:00.000+11:002006-03-25T15:08:48.716+11:00

On the way out of the hottest restaurant in townHave you ever been in a position where you notice someone and you instantly recognise they have a certain aura about them. Perhaps it’s the way the dress, how they carry themselves or maybe because they are simply stunning.Often, these epiphanies lead to copycat fakes and wannables. One only needs to look down at the realm of faux designer goods to

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1142679410389865902006-03-18T21:54:00.000+11:002006-03-25T15:11:35.473+11:00

On the way to recover my breathEver so often, you get this primal urge where you just want to let go all of inhibitions and do it, right there and then. All notions of sense and sensibility go out the window in your attempts of scratching that unreachable itch. Where another thought of the deed is enough to render you manic. It is the most basic of human instincts and something we hide but cannot

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1141520123630904562006-03-05T11:54:00.000+11:002006-03-05T11:55:23.643+11:00

On the way to buy a cake to lift my moodI have come to realise that my world is one that is filled with loneliness, depression and disorientation. Since the new year, I haven’t had a prolong moment of care free happiness. It is a hard world.Sitting alone the other day, I think I’ve worked out the cause of my discontent – a lack of spiritual grounding, guidance and grouping. And the next day at

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1140228355715045952006-02-18T13:04:00.000+11:002006-02-18T13:05:55.726+11:00

On the way homeYou know you are living in the third world when you walk pass two men, one holding the other’s leg as he was half way down a gutter plucking coins that passer by’s have dropped but had the dignity to not fish out. A few seconds later, one of the men pulled the other out – he was covered in what could only be described as vestiges of grim and he was clutching a disgusting five

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1139567246898651272006-02-10T21:26:00.000+11:002006-02-10T21:27:26.910+11:00

On the way to dry my eyesA strange thing happened to me the other day. It was Friday night and I was spending it like I normally would: alone in my room with half a bottle of wine, a pack of cigarettes and lemongrass scented candles burning serenely in my expensive tea light holders. And like any Friday night, I was too exhausted and stressed from work, suffering from chronic sleep deprivation

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1138573541097898892006-01-30T09:24:00.000+11:002006-01-30T09:25:41.106+11:00

On the way to collect lucky red packetsChinese New Year sort of crept up on me this year. Normally, there is a flurry of activity preceding the new year, this year however, I wasn’t at home at the right hours to witness any ruckus. I knew a new lunar month was starting because my expensive new Pillipe Stark clock indicated a new moon was coming up. Anyway, new year is here and alas, this year

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1137115273015281312006-01-13T12:20:00.000+11:002006-01-13T12:21:13.030+11:00

On the way to look for a tissueI hate summer. The heat, humidity and long sunny days simply drive me up the proverbial wall. While everyone is outside enjoying the weather, walking in the park, playing sport and just generally being exposed to ultraviolet light, I am unashamedly trying to stay indoors, preferably with a refreshing glass of chilled shiraz. I prefer the simplicity and comfort of

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1136497254591375132006-01-06T08:39:00.000+11:002006-01-06T08:40:54.603+11:00

On the way to the gym to pick up the free newspaperThe annoying thing about the New Year is everyone's insistence at making new year's resolutions that will inevitably fail. And far worse is people's desire to shout it out from the top of a 50 storey tower so the whole building has to hear about it. I'm sick of new year's resolutions, it is like giving the poor your spare change but only to take

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1136369384103745692006-01-04T21:07:00.000+11:002006-01-04T21:09:44.120+11:00

On the way to the doctor’s surgeryGrowing up, I use to love going to the doctor’s office. I use to go around every fortnight and it wasn’t because I was constantly sick. I use to love walking through the door, handing the assistant my Medicare card and sitting anxiously waiting for the doctor to call out my name.Sitting in the surgery, I always felt calm and relaxed even when the doctor was

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1135939344205669112005-12-30T21:41:00.000+11:002005-12-30T21:42:24.216+11:00

On the way to the wine cellarIf you are not young, in love or have a family, then the holiday season does not have much installed for you. All the festivities and activities are centred on being one of or all of those things and it is thoroughly annoying, especially now, when New Year’s Eve celebrations are formulating.There is a general consensus that you must do something for NYE. It is

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1135294866331028822005-12-23T10:40:00.000+11:002005-12-23T10:41:06.346+11:00

On the way to order lots of baked snacksIt is that time of the year that brings the best out of people and at the same time, brings out the worse in people.It is that time of the year where the incidence of beggars rise exponentially and it is also the time when those volunteers collecting donations become aggressive. My usual tome of "Sorry, I don't have any spare change" simply doesn't cut it

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1134559376834093762005-12-14T22:21:00.000+11:002005-12-14T22:39:03.083+11:00

On the way to cross the street to avoid mobs of unsavouriesThere are too may perversions in the world.First off, we have the decrepriating fashion sense of the younger generation feed by an explosion of Supre and its male equivalent, Industrie. We also have a pandemic that is fake products wannable consumers latch onto who for someone reason are obvious to recognise the embarrassment they bring.

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1133846974796196482005-12-06T16:27:00.000+11:002005-12-06T16:29:34.806+11:00

On the way to find a bottle shopMy father works at PMP. They are a publishing, printing and distribution company and as such, I get near daily supplies of magazines, trade journals and other reading material which probably contributes to my amazing general knowledge, especially pop culture.Anyway, he gets, or rather, steals a whole assortment of stuff. One, which he gets regularly and which I

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1133607882938052782005-12-03T21:19:00.000+11:002005-12-03T22:04:42.970+11:00

On the way to thumbed through DomainMy birthday this year passed with little fanfare. There was no surprise party, lavish soirees, grand dinners or even a get together lunch. I spent my birthday shamefully eating my salad in solitude and nursing a latte between my hands to keep myself warm in a hot day.An even more depressing thought is that this year marked the first time since the advent of

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1132918033148726112005-11-25T22:24:00.000+11:002005-11-25T22:30:36.456+11:00

On the way to sprend $6 on my addictionI’d like to think that I am a modest person; brought up on my parent’s quasi-Buddhist and idiosyncratic beliefs. I was born in poverty with absolutely nothing; raised with not much more and now am living the life I had worked so hard for giving me an appreciation for hard work and more importantly, smart work.I don’t like to gloat about my achievements or

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1132383059377852452005-11-19T17:47:00.000+11:002005-11-19T17:50:59.386+11:00

On the way to pick up my new favourite glossy: Vogue LivingThe letter of the month seems to be M.First, there is the re-emergence of Madonna on the pop music scene. After spending the past few years wallowing in motherhood and politically charged music, she has finally regained her composure and released an album that is unashamedly camp and simply hard to resist.The other big M this month is the

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1131660713065643612005-11-11T09:09:00.000+11:002005-11-11T09:12:57.000+11:00

On the way to scope out a serving of Connoisseur ice creamYou know there is something wrong with you when you recognise the cutlery that is featured, however briefly, in an ice cream commercial.You know there is something seriously wrong with you when desire the cutlery instead of the ice cream.You know there is something extremely wrong with you when you already own some of the expensive cutlery

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1131498543358903062005-11-09T11:50:00.000+11:002005-11-11T09:14:32.276+11:00

On the way to find a mirrorWhy do people think I delude myself? "Remember that you may love objects but they cannot love you back. Don’t delude yourself." The notion that objects are incapable of projecting love is one that I think everyone of any age should have no issues in comprehending. It is a notion that I fully comprehend and a notion that I fully embrace.So am I deluding myself? I don't

tykangnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1129964991810413622005-10-22T17:08:00.000+10:002005-10-23T10:54:31.470+10:00

On the way to lift myself off the floorThere are some things in the world that leaves your speechless, short of breath and eyes awide in awe. I call it an “Oh my god” or ‘OMG’ moment. These are things that are of unassailable design, quality and craftsmanship that once touched and held require superhuman will power to return it or are life changing experiences by chance or design.And as everybody

tykangnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1129268846818616572005-10-14T15:40:00.000+10:002005-10-14T16:18:12.713+10:00

On the way to pick up some documentsIt is coming. It is almost here. It is omnipotent.Alas, the silly season is nearly upon us and is usually heralded by the steady increase in the mean temperature; corporate invitations to join the christmas party committee; annual reviews and performance meetings; and the stringing of christmas decorations in department stores.I deride the silly season -

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1128405518641353532005-10-04T15:57:00.000+10:002005-10-04T16:08:02.366+10:00

On the way to Myer to replace my broker razorHave you ever had that experience where upon looking at someone you fell instantly in love - an unbreakable attraction and desire that permeates every cell in your body forcing it to break out of it's anchor and ignore all reason and mind. It is a numbing experience and is usually lampooned in cartoons with the ferociously beating heart in the

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1127916172205251482005-09-29T00:01:00.000+10:002005-09-29T00:08:08.386+10:00

On the way to sit down to meditate on my Swiss ballThere are certain things that we cannot refuse to do or simply cannot resist the urge to comply with. In our tweens, it was pop – staying with and hanging out with the ‘in’ crowd. We made horrible choices in our tweens that usually follows in the fashion of that time. For me, it was the advent of hip hop and R’n’B music and coupled with my Asian

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1127784147009400132005-09-27T11:21:00.000+10:002005-09-27T11:23:06.846+10:00

On the way to toss a salad with my new expensive salad tossersAfter spending the past few months void of any social interaction, deprived of fancy restaurants, restrained from designer shopping and missing out on short getaways to the snows, I have had a lot of time to re-evaluate my life and establish all the things that are non-existence in my empty life and the causes of my vain

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1127392507489483342005-09-22T22:34:00.000+10:002005-09-25T11:59:55.766+10:00

On the way home on a slow running trainI don’t think I have ever been this depressed in my life. Events seem to be occurring and impacting on me in the most opportunistic ways. I feel like I keep playing the lottery and the big red ball never seems to roll by but rather, it feels like I am standing on top of a hill and most torturously, I can see the big red ball rolling around but never pass me,

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1126403613782499492005-09-11T11:51:00.000+10:002005-09-11T11:53:33.790+10:00

On the way to sit down to watch HD televisionI think there may be something wrong with me. Ignoring my dry wit, sarcasm and humour, I honestly do believe that there is something foul going on with me. It is hard to describe what is wrong just that there are these idiosyncratic oddities that we all have, especially when it comes to weird and irregular bouts of emotion spasms. They occur when you

tykangnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1125750820105672322005-09-03T22:31:00.000+10:002005-09-03T22:45:58.346+10:00

On the way to order a double de-café skim soy latteLiving in Sydney, you quickly come to appreciate the amazing weather that bestows this worldly isolated suburban metropolis. The warm sunny days in winter makes it one of the best times to get out and about and enjoy the great outdoors.Everyday, I sit in my office and gaze out of the window, soaking up the sunlight and looking longingly outside

tykangnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1125270790894239142005-08-29T09:12:00.000+10:002005-08-29T09:14:53.576+10:00

On the way to buy Weekend SMHWe are living in an era of now; everything that happens must occur in the present and as such, we devout too much time to this time horizon. Things that have happened cannot be changed; things that are happening we are experiencing and things that are going to happen we are ignoring.It is this precise feeling that got me into much current mode of looking towards the

tykangnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1124071701403643572005-08-15T12:07:00.000+10:002005-08-15T12:08:21.413+10:00

On the way to read the company newsletterThere is a certain allure about celebrities and models, especially when they are featured in the glossy magazines in advertisements, photo spreads and award ceremonies. They all look picture perfect: immaculate hair, smooth skin, sparkling eyes and glossy lips all shrouded in the latest designer looks. In the way they present the image of themselves,

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1123993738574227022005-08-14T14:25:00.000+10:002005-08-14T14:28:58.583+10:00

On the way to check out the Weekend Domain in the SMHSociologist has attempted it many times and now the central bankers are having a crack at it. It is the imperfect art of labelling. We have all grown up wearing labels: the baby boomers; Generation X, Y and Z; the MTV, Disney and Internet Generation; retirees, self made retirees and millionaire retirees; yuppies and guppies; the long term

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1123381647255774202005-08-07T12:25:00.000+10:002005-08-07T12:27:27.263+10:00

On the way to download some pieces of legislationEveryone has heard of the age old adage that money doesn’t grow on trees. Leaves, fruit, flowers and moss all grow on trees, but for some miraculous reason, money does not; unless you own an old growth forest in Tasmania ripe for logging.That axiom serves to highlight the value of money and the importance of having a non-frivolous and spend thrift

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1122983509337313672005-08-02T21:50:00.000+10:002005-08-02T23:52:09.736+10:00

On the way to throw out some old but beloved magazinesWhile growing up, there are certain things children do not comprehend simply by the virtue of their inexperience and to a degree, their naivety. It therefore falls upon our parents to teach us the ways of the world but in today’s fast revolving world, the axis of responsibility is tilting towards our schools, who are playing an increasing role

tykangnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1122034169658949662005-07-22T22:07:00.000+10:002005-07-22T22:09:29.666+10:00

On the way to the pharmacy to fill a prescriptionA series of unfortunate events conspired against me last week. Their combined efforts thoroughly left me in a deep state of depression and despair that only has just begun to fade much like how the fog floats away once penetrated by the warmth of the sun. It was a freak coincidence of nature that saw me working very late hours coupled with

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On my way to to boil some dumplings for dinnerThere are too many problems in the world.And in particular, my little problem. During my after-work evening classes, I have a tendency to fall asleep mid-sentence and always around the 7 PM mark. I hypothesised that this was usually my dinner time and my lack of oral movement put me in a drowsy state. So I consulted a personal trainer and he confirmed

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On the way to buy some coffee before classThere is a certain field in behavioural science that enthrals me. It is the behaviour of anchoring. Put simply, anchoring is the process by which people are exposed to an idea from which they develop a starting reference and it is this reference, be it correct or incorrect that people will base decisions from. Through trial and error, this reference or

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1120621201471458852005-07-06T13:39:00.000+10:002005-07-06T13:40:01.476+10:00

On the way to get a cup of coffee before BB UncutWhen we are in need of advice or knowledge, we turn to the professionals in their field; people who have spent an incalculable amount of time practicing their craft and skills to the point of authority: to financial planners when we need retirement advice; to lawyers when we need to get out of jail; to stockbrokers when we need to trade on that

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1120285221579745622005-07-02T16:15:00.000+10:002005-07-02T16:20:21.586+10:00

On they way to the train station being distractedWe have all heard that a picture is worth a thousand words, where one image can replace a whole block of text and convey the same meaning. But a picture is capable of a whole lot more. A picture is capable of conveying a feeling, an emotion, a viewpoint and above all, force the viewer to think and to ponder the implications on their life, society

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On my way to insert the little thing into the little holeI’ve developed a nasty habit recently. A habit that I use to deride in other people not too long ago. A habit I once considered as the primary cause of the decay in today’s society and to illicit the conspiracy theorist in all of us, a habit brought upon by an evil conglomerate in its attempt bring about the downfall of the mighty and

tykangnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1118213398701683582005-06-08T16:46:00.000+10:002005-06-08T16:52:48.113+10:00

On my way back to my facultiesIn everyone's life time, they go through many periods of where the sun doesn't shine for them. Euphemism for being sad and or depressed. This state of mind is usually the product of some unfortunate circumstances; death, sickness, failures, feelings of worthlessness and that the heart will not go on. The pain that this creates is both real and damaging. So much so

tykangnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1117597900126602332005-06-01T13:49:00.000+10:002005-06-01T13:51:40.133+10:00

on the way back to work after a session of afternoon shoppingThere is something unique about celebrities. Everywhere they go, intentionally or unintentionally, they are able to attract attention to themselves - drawing the stares of by standers, the flash lights of the paparrazi and bringing gridlock to the traffic. And the even more bizarre thing is how celebritries seem to mate with other

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1116565391186390652005-05-20T14:48:00.000+10:002005-05-20T15:03:11.193+10:00

On the way to read someone else’s Friday AFR because mine was stolenThis past week has been on the best that I have had in a while, and it is all due to the fabulous weather that Sydney has enjoyed. The week has been a constant battle between the clouds and the sun with the clouds showing the sun where to go; behind it, and gave the city a gratuitous downpour. This brought back many memories for

tykangnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1116296676008439322005-05-17T12:19:00.000+10:002005-05-17T12:27:08.113+10:00

On the way to steal the daily office newspaperDeath and taxes are the only things that are certain in life. Fortunately for us, we can manipulate taxes; which dissipates its burden somewhat. Just look at the deductions that everyday people are allowed to claim on their income tax; and the additional deductions people can make if they own a small business; and the additional additional deductions

tykangnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1116214659062497692005-05-16T13:31:00.000+10:002005-05-16T13:37:39.066+10:00

On the way to the bookshopHave you every played the lottery when four of your numbers come up with the rest still to come. You get this feeling - I think it is called hope; hope that the impossible might happen. This always happen in games of chance because the odds are always working against you. So for the next few minutes you sit there, praying/wishing/urging your numbers to come up.What

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On the way home sitting on the trainWhen I say that I hate missing the train/bus/unreliable public transport, people tend to look perplexed at me when I give them an incredulous look at their suggestion that I perhaps run so that I don’t miss it. Ever since I started working, the one thing that I never did is run for any sort of public transport as I was always on time; rather, I believe that the

tykangnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1115088686717729342005-05-03T12:49:00.000+10:002005-05-04T11:58:54.833+10:00

on the way back to work after a gym sessionPeople always ask me what I want to do with my life. My response: to be successful. However, there are a million ways to measure success and it was this thought that captured my attention for the better half of the gym session. I naturally came up with the most obvious answer of a million dollars.But what is success and how do we measure it? Would a

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On the way home on the trainAfter fighting my way pass the train doors, I promptly found myself a seat and because of my luck, I found one next to a window. As I was about to sit down, I saw something orange sticking out against the grey backdrop of the ground. Upon closer inspection, it turns out the orange thing was the plastic thing you find that protects the sharp needle of syringes, except

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On the way to a quiet evening at OrbitAddendum: *with an American accent* "Excuse me, do you know where the closest hot spot is?"To which I gave him a blank stare that lasted for 5 minutes. I initially thought he was after a naughtly place to go (why he would ask me I wouldn't know).But he then said: "I need to check my email."If it weren't for my countless hours sitting in Starbucks in Paris and

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on the way to lunch at Town Hall StationThrough out my life, I get asked all sorts of questions. Some questions are annoying, some are confusing and some are down right rude and out of place. But nonetheless, I try to answer all questions with a degree of truth and sincerity, because I believe that living in a world without honesty is akin to living in somewhere like Amsterdam or Vegas - where

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on the way to the photo labsIn my futile attempts to escape the boredom that is slowly enveloping me, I tried to re-live my European Affair. Of course, for me to live it, I'll have to buy another plane ticket to Europe and book some accomodation or pick up some hairy french chick or go shopping at designer boutiques that happen to all look the same anywhere in the world.But being the now

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1111143692464522632005-03-18T22:00:00.000+11:002005-03-18T22:01:32.476+11:00

On the way to home to SydneyIt has almost been two weeks since I returned from my European affair, but it feels like a lifetime ago; a long series of blurs tinged with mixed emotions of happiness and melancholy. But during the fortnight, I have fought off serve jet lag; caved into weeks of sleeplessness; endured a bout of gastric flu and decelerated my mental thought process to the laid back pace

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On the way to Galleries LafayetteI took a wrong turn down a cobbled stoned alleyway and happened to walked across an internet cafe - something that is not very abundant in Paris and I realised that I haven't blogged in about two weeks - partly because the aforementioned inaccessibility to the internet and partly because I have been so busy with Paris.To sum up the previous two weeks - Paris is

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1107969318033648082005-02-10T04:10:00.000+11:002005-02-10T17:35:52.080+11:00

On the way home from Oxford Uni Sometimes, well, many times, I wish I was a Londoner. To live the lifestyle and experience the pace that only comes with a cosmopolitan city. But what does it mean to live as a Londoner. Well, after waking up in my recently renovated terrace in a post modern minimalist design (in which suburb I'm not sure yet but I have noticed that the houses are nicer and the

tykangnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1107722522065629842005-02-07T07:25:00.000+11:002005-02-07T07:47:05.076+11:00

on the way to London After being assinged rather dimal seats located towards the end of the plane, I knew we were in for a long flight and the fast approaching hoard of mainland school children only confirmed my suspicions; they were on the same flight. So after an uncomfortable flight with unusually disappointing food, we landed in Hong Kong at 4:30 in the morning and only the warmth of early

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on the way to board the plane For some rather unusual reason, I am feeling extremely tired. I don't know if it is from the anticipation or the expectation. Either way, I am tired. Or probably because I had to catch the train standing up today because my train was late and I happened to have chosen the carriage where a fat person sat, taking up 2.7 seats of a 3 seater with no one leaving until

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1107430555045700592005-02-03T22:33:00.000+11:002005-02-03T22:35:55.046+11:00

on the way on the way to London The expectation that something good to happen is a feeling that does not happen often for me. And when it does, I remember it. Every emotion and ounce of energy I try to prolong as long as possible. Right now, all I can think about is bon voyage.

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on the way to look up the weather forecasts in London During my childhood, I have always felt left out when fellow classmates dicussed their idols and heroes. People that they admire, look up to and mimic their actions. People that will shape their lives in the future, their dreams and ambitions. They usually comprise of sports people; movie and music celebrities; movers and shakers of history;

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On the way home after an evening of sightseeing and dream building After my failed attempts of organising a farewell dinner at the famed XO, I did as any shattered person would do and sort solace and comfort in alcohol to drown away my disappointment. Due to a sudden reversion in the weather, the city streets were much too humid to stay outdoors and much to stale to stay indoors, so a couple of

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1105958927439433822005-01-17T21:20:00.000+11:002005-01-17T21:54:46.590+11:00

on the way to make a world class meal for some not so world class but getting there friends While casually enjoying lunch the other day and simultaneously regretting the amount of damage the food was going to me, a friend told me something that really disturbed and upsetted me. Reproduction here would be unsavoury, but nontheless, the pain and hurt endured during this ordeal is something that I

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1105564713099618682005-01-13T08:18:00.000+11:002005-01-13T08:18:33.100+11:00

on the way home from work via public transport The train ride home after work each day is usually a lonely and solitary affair. Fighting my way in to acquire a prized seat and lately, fighting just as hard to get a seat next a window so I can rest my arms and gaze out at the window while the train slowly whisks me away. I have probably said this many times, but I like train rides - it gives you

tykangnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1105185341357491572005-01-08T22:10:00.000+11:002005-01-08T22:55:41.356+11:00

on the way to buy my second latte of the day The funny thing about this time of the year is the commitment, endurance of faith and downright stubboness that sees people adhere to so called new year resolutions. As I headed down the gym after my quick lunch, I was confronted by a sea of people eagerly pushing their way around the place. Their passion and dexterity is one that I look upon with a

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1104477760434613942004-12-31T17:54:00.000+11:002004-12-31T21:22:25.756+11:00

on the way to a house party for nye It is not very often that I blog on location. Well, actually, I have blogged from Thailand, Hong Kong, work and a dirty internet cafe. Anyway, I'm sitting here at a friends house awaiting the countdown to the end of 2004, reflecting, pondering, musing and basically thinking about the past year and the upcoming year. But like any deep thought involving process,

tykangnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1104146150130501112004-12-27T22:13:00.000+11:002004-12-31T18:26:33.836+11:00

on the way to work As part of my daily voyage to work, I walk with some trepidation as I pass the newsagent hoping to see something that will attract my attention: a headline, a tabloid scandal or perhaps the next issue of a magazine. I look for anything that will erode the monotony and disappointment that is Cityrail and provide some sensory pleasure. On this particular occasion, a leggy blonde

tykangnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1102830942129514852004-12-12T16:15:00.000+11:002004-12-12T16:55:42.130+11:00

on the way home from longrain It feels like I have been a doing a lot of retrospect lately. And by retrospect, I mean just looking back at how things were and how things are. How people and places change and rationalising whether the changes are good or bad or simply indifferent. But I think the root of this retrospect is the lack of direction, drive and dreams in my life. It feels like I have

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1102475027540399332004-12-08T13:57:00.000+11:002004-12-08T14:03:47.540+11:00

on the way to buy some reading material to procrasinate from studying Its not very often when I'm left standing speechless or not thinking of a cynical comment. But on this occasion, both did happen. As I was going through the newspaper and the trashy tabloids that I bought, I casually threw my newspaper down on the table where upon an evelope was pushed off its resting place. More mail? More

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1101601767859856042004-11-28T11:28:00.000+11:002004-11-28T11:29:27.860+11:00

On the way to buy the Weekend SMH and the AFR for a bargain price of $3 It has gotten to that time of the year again. People call it the silly season, kids call it Christmas, for me, I call it summer – the time to pack your bags and head for the cooler season in the northern hemisphere. This is the time for people to catch up, reminisce old memories and ponder the future; all of which we were

tykangnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1101434266309396262004-11-26T13:46:00.000+11:002004-11-26T13:05:25.090+11:00

on the way to buy a tv guide Apologies for my tardiness at keeping this blog up to date, but to my defence, I've been busy with numerious activities, namely watching television. November is the month where sitcoms reach their finale and we been through a few. The sad Sex in the City, Friends, Kath and Kim, the Simple Life and so on. But recently, I've been watching the OC, partly because people

tykangnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1099748174581152742004-11-07T01:22:00.000+11:002004-11-07T00:36:14.583+11:00

on the way to ebay to frivolously spend money It never occurred to me or to my family and friends, but a very significant event recently occurred. Call it an annual event, call it a celebration, or just call it a birthday - something that comes around once a year and when you miss it, it will be another twelve months before the next one. Needless to say, I am feeling quite sad by this revelation

tykangnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1099372069423699082004-11-02T16:07:00.000+11:002004-11-02T16:07:49.423+11:00

On the way to pick up my mail There comes a point in everyone's life where they no longer feel happy. No longer content with their work. No longer enjoying the company of family and friends. No longer pleased to live. It is a sorry and depressed way to view life. People call the quarter life crisis, I call it a state of desperation and behind my veneer, it really does hurt. The pain is

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1099365121164296202004-11-02T14:00:00.000+11:002004-11-02T14:12:01.163+11:00

On the way back from the TAB to learn how to place a bet for the Melb. Cup I think I am falling in love. I have only been in love twice, once with myself and the other, with my beloved, which was love at first sight, Tank Francaise. But now, I think I'm starting for fall for someone new; someone special; someone like myself. My blog. I'm falling in love with my blog. The wit, the humour, the

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on the way home from a gruelling day at class and work It saddens me to realise that we live in a world where the average person no longer feels safe in their community and in their daily lives. We lived in the Stone Ages, then the Middle Ages, the Industrial Age, the Information Age and now, the Terrorism Age. We are confronted by images of terrorism each day and do what we can to put it away

tykangnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1097845583557701382004-10-15T22:49:00.000+10:002004-10-15T23:06:23.556+10:00

on the way to see if I can get a subscription to esquire A few years ago, we were inundated with really bad television. Think of cheaply made sitcoms, soapies and talkies. We then fell into the charms and dare I say, realism of reality TV with most tv shows full of survivor-esq themes. And for a very long prolonged period, we endured the torture and consequence of Sydney's astronomical housing

tykangnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1097840766525533322004-10-15T20:43:00.000+10:002004-10-15T23:15:04.426+10:00

on the way to buy some baked goods for morning tea Someone once famously said "I have a dream," and I'm pretty sure that the person was some sort of celebrity because of the frankness and clarity of the phrase, probably a pop star. Anyway, I have a dream, rather, I had a dream, albeit it was more of a nightmare than a dream. It is not very often that I remember what I have dreamt, but this one

tykangnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899877.post-1096803890826521652004-10-03T21:40:00.000+10:002004-10-03T21:44:50.826+10:00

On the way to buy cheap post moon festival moon cake I was at work the other day when a song started to play on the radio. It is not very often I am distracted by the music, especially when I’m doing something important such as stats analysis or ebay’ing or reading this blog – but this song definitely caught my attention and even now, I’m trying to download it illegally so I can put it on my

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on the way back to sydney via qantas Every so often, you go through an experience that leaves a profound impact, call it an unforgettable moment if you will, like the times when a baby is born or when someone gets married or when someone wins the lottery. I had one of those moments the past weekend where I flew down to Melbourne for some much needed RT and ES. Melbourne, to say the least, is a

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