Sunday, October 25, 2009
Curfew, on time, all about discipline..
Finally blogger is up and running again...It's been a long time uh? but nothing much has happened in my life so far, apart from army.
5 days a week is spent at Tekong training in terms of physicality, being on time, and loads of other stuff. The 2 days i spend back home, hoping it's gonna be relaxed and all... nah... it's more being on time. It's like camp altogether. Discipline. 21 in 4 months and counting.. a curfew... being home at 2am sharp. geez i rather stay in camp... sigh...
find my own transport for the next 2 weeks...
Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 10/25/2009 02:48:00 am
Friday, September 04, 2009
Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 9/04/2009 03:34:00 pm
THIS BLOG IS NOT DEAD!
Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 9/04/2009 03:28:00 pm
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Photoshoot with Darren
Photography: Darren Gabriel Leow
Styling: Daryl Alexius Yeo
Hair: Tin Seh
Makeup: Hannah Oh
Photographic Assistant: Wesley Kow
Models: Katya S (Mannequin), Joao M (Diva)
Special Thanks: Alice Leow
Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 8/29/2009 01:51:00 am
Sunday, July 26, 2009
lamb of god
the leadership of hatred.how long will this go on
bottling up of pills,
driving stakes into thyself
the lamb of god
no more i swear
they screw you up
the more you pull me away
the more ill rebel
i swear to god
i just will never change now
you may have made the wrong move
but if something does happen to me
blame yourself
if i die,
maybe then you will accept me
but right then, it's too late!
Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 7/26/2009 05:29:00 pm
Suzy Barker, the richest woman alive!
Im Suzy Barker, rich daughter of the richest man in all of Europe, Anthony Barker, queen and wife of all who believes I am. Well, im just a desperate housewife with a large, large imagination. Who are you to blame someone who stays home everyday and parties every night. Living in what you call as "unpleasant" hill, waking up to your laundry out in the pouring rain, where electricity gets tripped every hour or two, where neighbours gossip about the way you pick your laundry basket, garden, and even kiss your husband goodbye. I am Suzy Barker, and i am the rich, divorced, desperate daughter of the richest man in all of Europe, Anthony Barker.Walking along the narrow alleyway of George Street, I stumbled upon a parchment, or so i thought. I glared at it properly under the moonlight of the dark alley. What is a female like me doing in such a place at such a time? I hate the stereotypes of females versus males. I am independant, adventurous and I know what I am doing. It wrote, "Ticket to the Clubfest". Is this real? A ticket to the most famous party in town? When was this taking place, I wondered. I forced a stare along the words which now looked like black dots. There it was, the date. 12 May 2034. That is today!
I rushed down to Hummington Square where lines of what looked like ants laid. I followed the trail which led to Vogue, the fashion club which is hosting Clubfest. This is the event where many guest Djs from all around the world get together and hold a party for thousands of people. I battled my way to the front of the queue. I jumped, squabbled, crawled till i reach the forefront of this epic battle. The noise from the club just drew me closer and closer. It is as if i was in a trance. I reached the front of this angry mob which looked equally tired and exhausted from waiting. I acted as if I had special access. No one did make a fuss as I was Suzy Barker, rich daughter of Anthony Barker. I was not to be "touched". I gave my ticket and went in. It was valid. I wondered what happened to that poor soul who lost her ticket.
And that is the story of how Suzy Barker, cheapskate, dishonest and arrogant daughter of the richest man of all of America(or so she thought) got into Vogue.
Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 7/26/2009 04:45:00 pm
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Deception Point
I've never knew this day will come to a close... War with the world, or is it just me against it? The phone rings. I rush to this vintage looking handphone at the corner of a stairwell."It's me Bruce, where are you?" Sandra shouts in fear.
This whole panic which has gone around in this world, all because technology decides to take a toll on people's lives. Y2k has surpassed and we are at the brink of what we call as nostalgic memories of our reminent past. Technology, a computer, a phone, an mp3. This is what is happening in the world today. The idealistic memories of chips, which is small, minute, yet has the ability to transform the average human to a lean, mean piece of crap.
"I am in this old house of Parvatti Street. This is the only place i can get my refuge from. I'm tired of this Sandra, im tired of placing a pricetag on everything i do or say... This is it. The time, the time when i can make my own decisions...." I was going on.
"Don't be silly, we are all here for you.." Sandra cuts in.
I sit along the staircase and ponder on what she has just said.
"NO! You don't understand me. You would never understand me. Not you, not George, not mom or dad, and definitely not Sally. If it wasn't for them, i would not be here today. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shouted as I hung up the handphone.
I sat in this dark, dusty staircase as the dust and mites fell on me. I looked up at the window, where a ray of sunlight from the outside casted in.. and thought... there is still hope for a tomorrow. I've just got to wait and see...
Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 7/23/2009 03:16:00 pm
Monday, July 20, 2009
Mamma Mia
I was cheated by youAnd I think you know when.
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control
There's a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything
Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again
My My, just how much I've missed you?
Yes, I've been broken-hearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know
My my, I should not have let you go
Look at me now
Will I ever learn
I don't know how
But I suddenly loose control
There's a fire within my soul.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything
Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again
My, my, just how much I've missed you?
Yes, I've been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know
My my, I should not have let you go