Constructive Deconstruction

Grace Park

You can call me slow…but man…

Grace Park is hot.

Now, that’s a cute girl that can kick ass!

Same stuff. More Popular.

I wouldn’t exactly say I’m a die hard fan of Mr Brown but it disturbs me what people do when ‘one of them’ gets popular. Bloggers for most part of it are people like you and I. People who have simple problems(ok, maybe not so simple) and write about either how they feel about stuff that happens in their daily life or spend their writings musing about life.

It’s either love, or family or hobby or politics or something. But one thing is clear - it’s something that’s not any different from the common man. This is why it irks me when I read cynical comments on any blog and especially on those of bloggers like Mr. Brown and Xiaxue(she’s really an acquired taste…i hated her cocky style initially). Why is it that when one of us becomes popular and gets to be featured in newspapers or, at the very least, has the privilege of having their name resound in half the nation’s head, we become doubtful of their intentions? I really don’t care if they’re "lackeys" or what not. I just think we have to give life a chance. Sure we need to work hard be cruel on our own standards of work…but when it comes to just watching a boy play with the rain,

10 Possible "Real Intentions" of Mr Brown posting that photo:
10. To show you how cute his son is.
9. He’s getting paid by the kopitiam to show a glimpse of it online
8. Zoom in 100000x into the background. You’ll see a piece of paper with the words, "mrbrown.com rocks!" - Subliminal Advertising
7. He wanted to attract old paedophiles to his site.( J/k-ing ah)
6. He’s actually secretly showing us a rain dance routine
5. He needed to post an entry
4. He didn’t have any other picture with him.
3. He’s actually sending out an electronic sign to thank the heavens for rain.
2. He just wanted to irk the hell out of the cynics
1. To show you that sometimes, it’s the simple things that make life worth living.

C’mon It’s just a boy playing in the rain. We could really complicate things if we wanted to, couldn’t we?

P.S. I really should learn to take more pictures of my day. All I have are skyshots and table shots and mrt line shots. How boring.

You just have to watch this…

my shoulders are small

The weight on my shoulders is killing me.
No one will understand.
Tonight was the worst night ever.
And still no one would understand.