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Name: The Grey Ghost
Country: Singapore
Metro: Singapore
Gender: Male
Interests: - Good clean fun (but bad dirty fun works too)
- Beach bumming
- Photography & digital art
- Sport climbing
- Simultaneously abusing guitars and eardrums
- Sex
- Writing (or bitching if you prefer)
- Performance Poetry
- Art for art's sake (but getting paid for it is better)
- Meeting real people
Expertise: - Pasta
- Bacon and tomato Butties
- Chidori and Kadori schools of Kenjutsu.
- And I'm pretty handy with a pencil too.
Add me on MSN with this address: joethedude@gmail.com
Facebook, nuff said
Occupation: Renaissance Man
Industry: Gaming
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
7/1/2004
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I've Moved here.
So drop by and see me sometime.
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| So long, and thanks for all the fish.
 quillae Natalis XXIX +62. And so I've made it once more around the sun. And just like that, another year's gone by. 2008 seemed like a surreal dream punctuated by brief moments of lucidity. Many things seemingly happened, some I scarce believed possible for the sheer providence and fortiousity and some I regret so much that I'd sooner forget them if I were able.
There will be no retrospective this year. No more looking back. This year will be a year of new beginnings and new adventures. This year feels like Its hanging on the edge of it's seat, waiting for something big to happen.
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 his is a year for new things. A new job, new furniture, a new perspective, a new way to do things. A new lease on life. If anything, I'm looking forward to what's just round the corner. However, I am a believer in karma. And everything must ultimately be balanced out in the end. There are things that need to be resolved, issues that require closure, so that I might be able to move on and fully appreciate all that life has in store for me.
That being said, I am closing down this weblog.
It has served me well over the past half decade, giving me a place to reflect and to communicate with like-minded individuals when I needed to. It's also borne witness to one of the most wonderful relationships I've ever had the pleasure of sharing in.
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 ut it has changed. Xanga has changed. I find myself feeling nothing but disillusionment and disdain for the blogs I come across. Has it really become that shallow and superficial? Or was I once guilty of the things that I curlmy lip at now? If it is the latter, I must apologize to you, faithful reader, for subjecting you to such attrocities. So this site will remain here a little longer, for posterity. But I shall be moving it in it's entirety to wordpress or some other private host. You'll know when it happens because this site will cease to function.
But, dear and faithful readers, I shall continue to regale you with stories and other colorful anecdotes from elsewhere in this vast shimmering electronic multitude we call the Internet. And perhaps if it is so fated, ourpaths will cross again.
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Cheers, Godbless, for the last time.
The Grey Ghost.
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Happy New Year, Everyone.
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| Gripe Gripe Gripe!
I think the advent of digital imaging technology has destroyed the standard of photography on the whole. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the convenience that digital photography affords and even more so, the flexibility that digital image editing allows
Recently however it seems like any tom cat or jerry mouse with a digital camera can lay claim to being a 'photographer'.
Hah.
List hobbies; blah blah photography blah. So what do you do for fun? Photography. Oh really?
Then when I get excited and start discussing shot comps and aperature ranges from different manufacturers, all I get is a blank and slightly terrified look and I realize that I've encountered one of 'those' photographers.
Then there's the kind of 'photographer' that drops a healthy 2k on a kit and lugs it around in a custom lowpro or krumpler and yanks it out every chance he gets. Then he bitches to everyone that he doesn't have the proper gear to make 'the shot' as an excuse for shoddy camera work. (Seriously you spend 2k on gear and you complain about gear?)
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If you really want to be a photographer in the truest sense of the word, at least have the decency to read up on the basics. (trust me, you WILL take better pictures if you have an understanding of the fundamentals) Because like it or not, some of us actually do this for a living, and the rest of you 'photographers' are giving us a bad name.
I'm not being elitist if its true.
Dedicated to my friend and fellow visual poet, Johnny Malkavian.
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Cheers, Godbless.
Grey
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| Transient post.
 've been battling my innards for the past three days. I got hit with (what I believe is) gastric flu after picking my Dad up at the airport on Tuesday. I strongly suspect it's some previously undiscovered and particularly virulent Cambodian strain of gastric flu because I've gotten gastric flu before and it's never hurt so bad. So finally, after three semi-lucid, drug addled days, my fever's gone, my muscles have stopped aching, my brain doesn't feel like it's trying to escape through the nearest available orifice and I no longer have the urge to reacquaint myself with whatever I happened to injest fifteen minutes ago.
And here I sit, bent but not broken to bring you this update.
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he question of friendship came up last week. A friend of mine was telling me about a person in her life whom she used to be quite close to. They've known each other for close to seven years, through Their tertiary education and now in the workplace. But it seems that they've drifted apart and their once solid friendship could not withstand the rigors of mis-communication and workplace politicking. It got really bad in the most recent year, with her so-called friend siding with another person at the workplace against her and making her work life rather unpleasant (I understate here, make your own inferences...). Up till recently, my friend had believed in their friendship. Believed that her friend was incapable of doing what she was evidently doing.
Thankfully, she's come to her senses and realized (or should I say, accepted for reality) what is going on, and has resolved on a course of action that I sure will make her a lot happier (if not more tranquil) than she was before her epiphany.
 ltimately, it all boiled down to the question of what a friend was. And I supplied the rather cliched "A friend is someone who makes you happy and makes you feel good about yourself" (which I do believe actually) and from that statement, we progressed eventually to the equally cliched (but rather profound) "people who treat you/make you feel like crap are not your friends" which seemed to put things nicely into perspective.
She has her own way of dealing with the situation, and given her rather morbid (and strangely attractive) sense of humor and her access to interestingly dangerous substances, I'm sure it'll work out in the most interesting and satisfactory manner.
Best of luck with all that J.
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Cheers, Godbless.
Grey.
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