Goodbye Paramount... We will miss you.

We grew up there.

Most of us, my secondary school friends, did. But recently I met a girl that remembers place as well as I will.

This girl I knew used to hang out at the 'paramount' after school. She would often eat the 'char kway teow' at the coffeeshop near the place... or go to the old records stall at the end of the street. And whenever she had the time and cash, she would try to catch the latest movies with her friends at the cinema. She misses that place... I can tell from her story she told me recently. I felt the same way too.

I too experienced the same thing... I would hang out at the 'paramount' to play arcade games after school. X-men, KOF, Metal Slug or Street Fighter. You name it, they had it. And every once in a while, we would wait for the occasional chance to play pool or billiards when there was a free table. And I remembered having to run away once because the uncle suspected we were underage.

Like the girl... I grew up there with my best mates from Saint Gabriels. That 'girl' was my mother, a 'gardens kid'. Although I never stayed at gardens before... I am also a 'garden kid'... someone who spent most of his/her time at gardens after school... to engaged in activities that can only be 'lived' when we were young.

Even though my mum and I hang out there in different eras... we both felt attached to the place. As old as we are... when I look back at the photos I do remember myself as a teenager again; living among my memories in the photograph. It feels at the moment... magical... because time stops and you get a chance to see your teenage life again.

I miss the building and its 'places of meaning'. I believe many of you do as well.

Where 'Fun world' used to be.
I can still hear the 'hardoken' or the sound of billard balls hitting one another

Stairway of escape.
I remembered running down this flight of stairs to get away from the uncle at the billiard centre.

Surgery of 'Paramount'
I managed to capture the beginning of the destruction to this memoriable place my mother and I shared.

Finally ... I am on Flickr!

After all these years of people hounding me to share pics... I decided to do it by using Flickr.

Why Flickr? Cause its really easy... sweet. Next, I think Flickr seems why more built for photographers then other image hosting websites or communities out there. Flickr seems to be developed more for the purpose of sharing photos and not for networking. I think in that way, I get show you all stuff I have been capturing while avoiding a lot of distractions.

So the first 'set' I have was from Sunday's Raw Duathlon 2009, where Joey and Willie took part while a whole bunch of 'race crew' were on scene to support them from 6 am... argh! My beauty sleep!

O yar ... Thanks Geri... for introducing me to 'great' stuff, you have always been ever encouraging as a BFFAB (haha) and forever pestering me to get on flickr... yar I am finally here! And I am loving it!

Thrall the warchief!

So who is Thrall?

He is the Leader of the horde ... out Warchief... o yar 'my boss' in the world of warcraft... haha.

So a big part of the original warcraft lore surrounds him... He gives me the impression that he is like Genghis Khan where he unites all the same fraction of Orcs and trolls. In the end he allies with the Taurens and the undead to form the Horde... so the horde is like the fraction I come from.

I think the lore of WOW captures me alot. I play not to compete but to find out more about the lore and stuff. to actually greet and meet the key characters.

So this post is dedicated to the warchief. Why? Because around last week I actually fought next to him! Wow I got to fight side by side the legend himself... so it triggers me to tell my friends more about this character.

And yar, being a photgrapher, I took some screen shots to show you guys who the warchief is...

The Warchief calls to Arms!

The Warchief in battle

The ever continuing battle between Horde and the Alliance

The Warchief 'emos' with his best friend, Saurfang

O yar ... For the Horde!

Something a neighbor does.

Carol wong is my neighbor.

And as a neighbor, she is really far more 'giving' then many people. She loves to give and share stuff with her friends. And is probably little surprises that keep me going as well. But I insist I am 'giving' as well... 'giving' in the sense that I always have to tolerate the 'immpossible' goals and behavior of my lovely neighbor... Na Na Ni Pooh Pooh! haha!

So maybe I shall share something that my 'giving' neighbor gave.

http://www.stickmans.net/saddestbear/default.html

I don't really know how long it will remain there. But its really a great cartoon. Just like the fact that I don't really know how long carol will be my neighbor. But she really rocks just like the cartoon.

Thanks Wongs!

Its a bit scary... seriously.

Angels have ears! Or at least something or someone heard my stupid calls for attention...

Shit... I am going to sound very needy... but I am far from that. So here it goes...

It happen on Friday, I was thinking of going cycling alone... all I would like to have was peace alone. But actually I was wanting for anyone to ask me out. Therefore I posted a random 'call for a cycling partner' in MSN on Thursday. But I guess everyone was too busy or had others plans. I am not blaming anyone here.

Anyway the rain came and I had to waste my good Friday all alone... Well I went for a swim and I manage to watch live soccer at the stadium. haha.

So came Saturday and I was prepared for a day of being alone again after what happen on Friday. Well I had my work to accompany me. Haha.

But secretly I felt like ring Joey or Geri up to ask them to chill. But I didn't, cause I know Joey dislike traveling on weekends and he is better off training while Geri should be resting at home with her family. So I stupidly refuse to call them.

Well the scary part is... Here I am on Sunday ... waiting for time to pass so I can meet Geri later with Jilyn to chill... and last night I spent a late but hilariously fun Sat with Joey and friends.

I didn't do anything and the phone rung... and all I see are 'heart-warming' sms that ask me if I would like to go out. Slowly I begin believing in fate instead of faith. I think there is a reason for everything. Even if I don't get to meet my friends regularly... I cheerish all the meet ups we have. And Fate plays a big part in the whacky outings we have. Because it feels a bit scary to have your hidden wishes answered. haha.