The Personalities.

 La Personalitae et Tutpa! (I made that up to sound more international) 

How true. Yes, this is the I Seduce You With Fork guy up close. Help yourself. 

With great power comes great responsibility.

Jason! Ridding the world of all things dirty and untidy!

Spiderman.. spiderman.. does whatever a spider can..

Jeepers Tweepers Joseph! Is that a spec of dust!? Battle formations!! GO!

Never fear, for Jason... is here. 

OI!!! OUR HOUSE IS NOT CLEAN!!!

Yes ladies, those are his boxers. 

 IS IT AN ORANGE? IS IT A PEACH? IS AN ODDLY COLORED APPLE? No! Its ********!

The chef. Check out those curves ladies. And yes, he cleans too. 

Don't mess with me boy. 

Lei oi sei? Sai Lou? 

Don't start whatcha can't finish boy.

This ain't a place for boys, boy. 

Ain't gonna be a tomorrow for you boy. 

What normally happens when we get too annoyed with our work would be.. grabbing polystyrene swords and taking thwacks at each other. I normally have the advantage due to my body board which doubles as a shield. Not to mention superior military tactics. Often, the house is full of the thunder of clashing swords and heart chilling war cries. 

Steam Battleship.

We were hungry, not only that, there was an uncle slept in our house for about two to three weeks, I didn't find out his name though. But still, are you surprised? Anyways, the dude was heading back to Singapore and decided to steam a boat. (cringe all you like)

Wei and James. I love James man... the dude rocks my socks. The plate closes to the camera would be my plate. That would be Michelle's arm next to the Zombie-esque fishes. The poor fishes had their heads split right down the middle. A pretty sight it was simply not. Though they were die for. 

CAN YOU SPOT THE HIDDEN MICKEY? Neither can I. 

Michelle Wong. CHEER UP EMO KID! ( I wait in crippling fear for the retribution to follow when she sees this)

 The dude with the I Seduce You With Fork look is Simon. Great guy, love his feet. He's the chef in the house. The other dude with the stretched face that had nothing to do with my camera's name is Jason; our house's resident chef. But he didn't steam our boat that night!

He did. 

Carlsberg model m0u? 

Hee.

Yours Truly. 

I Feel...

I feel like an underachiever, well, not to that extent I suppose, but what I do feel like is average. I feel like an average Christian, an average friend and average student. An average Jo, with average wants and average passions. I often feel like that in comparison to all those around me. 

Often, perhaps people are lead to believe that I am a person who is often at extremes, but I simply don't feel that way about myself. I'm simply a normal person who sometimes has his head in the clouds dreaming of things that are as concrete as clouds. 

Perhaps one of the most heartbreaking thing I've ever heard was that some people were born whithout wings. Others were. The most people born without wings can come to flying is to  be close to the ones with wings. Another was that not everyone was created equal. We are all to be treated equally, but not everyone is born equal. Does that mean that no matter what, losers will always be losers? Does that mean that I am not equal, no matter how hard I try, no matter how smart I work? 

Odd, they often say that birds of a feather flock together. I find that funny. If a camera were to capture me in my closest friends as birds, I think there would be a group of proud eagles with a single bightly colored parrot somewhere in the middle. Often, I feel like that. Scholars, winners, leaders, preachers. All of them close friends of mine. Why? 

Come to think of it all. The most comfortable person is in my own skin. The most comfortable person I am is when I am myself. Doing what I love, and loving every moment of it. Time and time again, I am ridiculed for being what I am. 

What am I? 

I think now more cheery. Maybe its the One Republic playing on my headset. Maybe its me tuning out from Linkin Park blasting from my friends laptop. 

Standards. Standards made by men, packs and cliches. By the "cool" crowd, by society by advertisements, glossy pages and movies. People, flightless or not are always compared to those standards. What can I do? Some standards are admirable some are not. Some are just down right silly. Standards. Sheesh... I despise them sometimes, behave like this, act like that, laugh at that. Excel at that excel at this, or else. Is your best enough? No. 

A person is the sum of his dreams. Is that true? Or is it not? What if she cannot reach her dreams? I think now with a lighter disposition, the grey floating around me is gone. What are dreams? In all honesty, I don't think I can reach some of my dreams, or are they truly dreams? Are they infact, simply goals put in place by standards? Are they just standards manufactured loftily by the commercial highest and the mightiest? If a person gives his best, what more is there to ask? 

Often I wonder, what I could beat the world at. What would I be the greatest at? I realise that my 16 year old self found the answer. Being myself, and no other. I'd like to see someone beat me at Josephing around.

Shmuck trying to be an eagle. I'm a parrot and I like it. 

Grrr...

  Shmuck! Must work harder!! Procrastination will be the end of my scores!! Late night cookie and milk woo!

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After waiting for pretty much a long time. And watching the crowd swell up behind me, I saw coldplay's guitarist tweaking his guitar. We expected the inevitable.

Then it began.

At that moment, everyone whipped out their digital cameras and handphone cameras. It all started with "Life in Technicolor" Then the band just appeared! Everybody began screaming their lungs right off! I was screaming my lungs right off! It was so loud I could insult anyone in the crowd and they wouldn't hear a thing!

It was kinda warm, but cool in a sort of way, warm because there were so many people, but cool because the weather was chilly. The auiditorium was huge and people simply went berserk when they saw Chris Martin. The dude is tall. I actually blinked my eyes and said Oh My Gosh a couple of times because I didn't believe I was actually looking at Chris. Goodness. He has a British accent. 

"Yellow" duh....

"and now introducing the latest in Sony Cameras. Here we have the X-100 in which you can bring to any concert! And over there we have the Panasonic J-180 touchscreen! Love the feel of quality."

 

I had no idea how to song went so I just nodded my head to the beat. 

Needless to say, it was awesome. 

Chris playing solo on his piano. Thanks to the screen behind him we could see all the sweat on his face. 

The lights and sounds were awesome. Could it be anything less than that? 

There was actually this part of the stage that extended like an arm into the crowd, they were so close man. Right at this point, I hit delirium screaming out, just about anything at the top of my head, wrong lyrics and all. 

Half way through the show, the whole team started running through this path in the crowd and headed to the bleachers on the second floor. A complete stage was up there! They performed about three songs over there. Sheesh, the pheasants got to shake their hands. No fair. 

I have the videos for Lost!, Lovers in Japan and Violet Hill. Those were the some of the best songs of the night. For Lovers in Japan, Chris ran about with a red Japanese umbrella up and down the stage. While the song was playing, there was this clip about Japanese life and its culture in the back ground. Where on earth did Chris Martin get all the energy. Sheesh, the dude has biomechanical legs.

Heh. 

The "whatever the crowd screams out to bring the band back to the stage once they're gone" was awesome! Remember the O O OOO O OOOO part, the beginning of a chorus for the song VIva la Vida? The whole crowd joined in the chorus of that. Including me, who sang it slightly of pitch. About this time I was exhausted and drenched in sweat. Tired was I. But wow. It was awesome. Me knowing that I've actually seen and heard Coldplay live in front of me was, unbelievable. They are, after all; an unbelievable band. 

YOU SHOULD START AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE CAUSE IF YOU DON'T I'LL BE SAD AND DISAPPOINTED WITH YOU AND YOU DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN.

I Label this blog post, the not so great part of the Cold Play Concert. You see, the front standing part of the concert (where I was at) was actually divided up into two parts. Infront of The Annoyingly Tall Aussies and Behind The Annoyingly Tall Aussies. There was basically this ring of tall people with unnaturally broad backs blocking the us midgets from the gods! Sigh... 

This is tall guy's back #1

Tall guy's back #2

Aww... heart meltingly cute... have you ever seen a more lovable sphere? 

Yes, we were becoming agitated. 

And so the story went on. Forty five minutes later and another ton of cam gigolo-ing...

Life in Technicolor

Hey yo all! Welcometh backeth to my blogeth! Its been  a month now and a ton  of things have already happened; assesments, spats and tats and all that kind of stuff, nothing juicy and worth forming discussing though. Other than the fact that Joseph can now do things which would have other wise sent the moon crashing into the earth. A BUS RIDE! HE WASHES HIS CLOTHES! HE COOKS EDIBLE FOOD! HE GOT HIS CARD SUCKED INTO THE ATM BECAUSE HE FORGOT HIS PIN! (Michelle's inevitably going to tell you the embarrassing bits. Might as well get it over and done with.)

  The whole boring story. However, to knock things off true and awesomely, I headed off to what could possibly be the greatest show on earth! Which was odd you know, I mean; how could it not? Its the first show I've been to anyways. Plus... its COLDPLAY!

I title this picture "waking up" the whole feeling and sense of spirituality in this photo; so serene. The texture of the jeans and the carpet joining together to create the perfect flow of ying and yang. Regardless. Today would be a cold day.

Why? CAUSE ITS TIME FOR 

(notice the witty rhyme and playing around with the picture? Hee! I thought of that myself!)

Funny thing, my first ride actually fell asleep, so he kind of didn't answer my thousand word messages beseeching him to get up and message me to confirm he's fetching me. Wow. I was irked. No biggie though, he's one very cool Maldivian. Even though I had to get someone else to fetch me. (sense the hostility)

 An hour and a half from show time and after making a whole bunch of phone calls, I met... the man. 

And his car. 

The dream.

And the rest. Did I mention I was right in the front? Yes. I did. 

It was here we spent about an hour and a half, setting our hearts right for cold play. It was that or getting bored to death watching couples who should probably get a room and up and coming bands with extremely dramatic dance moves. I was sitting down there somewhere in the middle of that floor space.. Ne ways. moving on.