daronloo

I can't fiddle the violin, mind you. But I do know how to fiddle around with things I ain't supposed to mess with. I did some changes to this blog, if you haven't noticed. One change that I am not so pleased with is the removal of my "So You Think You're a Diva" quote. I LOST IT... somehow, while fiddling around with the template of this blog. I found this really cool dark mysterious blog template, and edited the HTML and I found myself in murky waters. Hence, I reverted back to the original HTML, but ALAS! My previous gadgets/widgets have succumbed by millions of bytes. Back to fiddling around with things. I DID attempt to learn the Violin, at this school called Karajan School of Music. My violin teacher was Mr. Thomas - same dude who taught my older bro, Shaun (Shaun, I hope you don't mind me linking you here). Well, one day after my lesson. I was wondering about in the lounge area. My eyes caught sight of this red button. The color was so a...

the moment the skin of my thighs come into contact with the icy toilet seat.  It’s been a while now since the last post.  It’s the holidays, but that ain’t a good enough reason for me to not blog :P Fret no more because I really have nothing in my hands at the moment.  I might even blog by the hour.  Haha creak creak creak.  I’ve been sick, actually, this past week.  I’m on the road to perdition… well, who knows where I’ll end up but I will try my best to detour to the road to paradise.  I’m feeling much better now thank you very much.  Yesterday was a blissful day.  I went to Uni to pass up my last assignment for the semester.  For the first time I see that everyone is cuddled up in their winter wear.  Not like when I first got here and had an eyeful almost everyday.  I came back yesterday with an aching back - Too much clothes on my back.  Haha, never happened to me before.  Another point to make, I tried th...

I had a strange dream.  No, it was not a dream about a fiery ball crashing a giant statue built to commemorate me. I was to play for a friend’s wedding.  This friend is already married and I did play for her wedding a few years ago.  Anyway, I was told to be at the hall by a certain time.  For weddings, I make it the point to go early.  Just to warm up and start playing while people fill in the church.  Unfortunately for this wedding, it took me ages to get ready (I normally take only half an hour tops to get ready).  I couldn’t find time to get ready.  So I left without shoes.  I got there with my Mom.  Then I stupidly realize that I’m shoeless, so I told her that I  need to go back home for my shoes.  She gave me a key to a motorbike.  I went to the parking lot and found the bike attached to some kind of contraption, like a tuk tuk.  The key that my Mom gave me, however, was not for the bike.  But it was fo...

Night and Day You are the one!!! apparently this monday, australia will be celebrating the queen’s bday.  I don’t know why, but as long as people can come up with reasons to have sales and a longer weekend a li'l’ celebration to remember past colonizers wouldn’t hurt.  probably malaysia should do the same… have holidays to commemorate when the Japanese gave us over to the Brits, when Portuguese was defeated by the Brits, what else?? I dropped by Cotton On a few days back, saw this pair of jeans which was really nice, and it was on sale.  Cotton On is the equivalent of A&F.  The store said All Stock Sale 70&.  I stepped in and saw that the prices are still the same.  MOVING ON, I remember for the past few years my friday evenings and saturday afternoons would be packed with practices.  Well, say hello to practices!!! I’m back to my routine.  This time, I wouldn’t look at it as being a ‘routine.’  I’ll try to make it as meaningful a...

Covetous eyes linger on the weary skin that cocoons the being within Flustered, the eyes   take a final glimpse of what could be his.  His eyes refraining, straining so hard that blood gushes through the tight capillaries  Red, web-like vines creep along the white surface of his retina The eyes’ iris indifferent to the being that lays before him. The iris keeps him sane, the iris cocoons the being within. Daron Loo, Winter 2009 *You won’t always get what you want.  whether it be something animate or inanimate.  You say that life is unfair and ask:  “Why didn’t you show me B before giving me A?”

Readers be WARNED: contains disturbing language.  Last Monday we had presentations for our LING6950 class.  I just had to use the restroom after half an hour of listening.  I went to the restroom and here is what i found: Here I sit broken-hearted came to shit, but only farted Yesterday I took a chance, Tried to fart & shit my pants.  *Sorry I had to tweak this picture Some come here to sit & wonder Others come here to shit & thunder But I came here to scratch my balls and read the bullshit on the walls Someone in sociology should consider giving this a research… So much for being in a native-English speaking country. Here is a poster seen on walls, and on computer screen savers all around the campus: Due to recent attacks on staff and students, the university has arranged free shuttles to transport staff and students to their respective destinations.  DON’T GO IT ALONE FOLKS!

For many soiled dishes that you stack up in, on, and around the sink.  This sight greets me, waves to me like a pendulum, luring me to leave the added baggage weight that I just got, after returning from the University.  For the refuse, that we refuse to keep in our rooms.  Not only are these defiled objects thrown into the kitchen bin, they are left there to rot, overflowing the house on 26 Heaton with spicy scents of the orient and nauseating stinks of the west.  A day never passes by when I don’t think about you .  You take my mind off the cat , which meows and scratches on my head, revealing the folds of my brain.