terry pratchett has early onset alzheimers.


...bugger.

CUT
to the time when i
don't have to do this shit anymore, when i
can sit back rela-
x and hit the pause button,
drink some champagne and
snuggle down to blankets and
warmph.

BUT
i'm stuck here.

goddammit.

this kid is hilarious. i wish i had his mad dancing skillz.

google ads have invaded my tagboard. the fuck is this.

as i get closer and closer to the 1000 post mark, it becomes harder and harder to post. ironic. but yet, as i sit in the library and procrastinate on epiic, i wonder just how cheerfully i can be writing a paper on a topic that has managed to tear down my worldview entirely. the amount of endemic corruption in the world is astonishing and frankly dismaying, and (better still) we keep on screwing up in our own little ways, contributing the the ineffable plan of Mass Destruction.

anything to keep me from writing this paper.

i know i shouldn't be particularly affected, but there is a vague disquiet. a kind of mild, bitter-tainted resignation that i really shouldn't get hopes up or look forward to things because murphy really rules the goddamn ruse roost, and is particularly pan-like in his put-downs.

so i am Heading Back in a few days time, newly twenty and vaguely malevolent. if i have learned anything of my stay here, it is that it is Supremely Evident that for the Past Twenty Years of my Existence i have learned Squat.

just finished potter 7 with a kitten on my lap. it is 3.24am and i am fucking tired.

tony blair looks happier now that he's handing over the prime ministership to gordon brown.

gee i wonder why.

bohemian drives and nine planets without intelligent life

ack i just oded on coffee. brainfizzing now.

just watched borat.

ohgodohgodohgod. my brothers and i are severely traumatised FOR LIFE.

on a side note, that isn't so bad since my life is probably going to be REALLY SHORT after the MASSIVE screwup i managed at work, so whooeee. go sonia.

oogh i had to pour one cup of coffee into my system for an hour before i could actually wake up and do the damn analysis that my boss wants me to do. brought mac to work today, and now i'm compulsively listening to jazz because of the marvelloush concert i saw last night with jeremy monteiro, jimmy cobb, jay anderson, bob sheppard and roberta gambarini. more later.

I WANT THIS OFFICE. someone teach me java so i can work there.

also have been devouring cherries at a constant rate. + starbucks coffee and reading ps238 = fun for all involved. apart from the occasional swallow of a cherry pit. if only there was more rice boy.

it's apparently fruit day here, which is why i suddenly am in possession of a whole punnet of cherries.

there are definite perks to working here. too bad it's monthly

requiem for a dream is possibly one of the most haunting and compelling movies i have ever watched. if you ever want an anti drug film, this is it. if you showed this in singapore, people would STOP and NEVER take drugs. it's the kind of film that people walk slowly out of theaters from, deep in thought.

compelling. what's compelling is the point when everyone curls up in a fetal ball at the end, trying to return to some semblance of comfort wherein they can retain some semblance of dignity, of normalcy. what's compelling is the despair and delusions that each of them feel as the downward spiral engulfs them. what's compelling is the gasp of breath as the summer fades into fall, as the dream takes off like ka from your lips, an exhalation of hope that you cling to, that you will be famous, that you will be known, that you will "make it", that you will be wanted, that you will get off the street, that you will, you will. what's compelling is how reality drags you down like an anchor, like skeleton-hands dragging you into quicksand. what's compelling is the drugs, how they numb harry in the cab, how they quieten everyone, how they enslave each and every last one of them whether they want to or not. that's compellence.

but you know what scared me most? sara goldfarb in the hospital. she reminded me of my grandmother - helpless, scared, un-understanding, uncomprehending, incapable of communication despite wanting to, so very very fragile, and so very very old.

so it's been exactly one month since i've posted. suffice it to say, i'm back in singapore and leaving in august so spread the word, people. gonna be working for a month, then i'm not sure :P

on a side note, i'm still obsessed with rice boy

only in california would you get a situation where an ex-movie star and still-celebrity sentences a wannabe-movie star and -celebrity to jail for 45 days.

i feel like death.


that should really go into a comic, not a statement. preferably with a "woah" in front of it.

goal in life: own a steinway D. playing on it is absolutely bliss, gorgeous, heaven.

on the vtech shootings, from the economist:

Few urban Americans swallow this twaddle [about the need for a gun], which is why many cities have stiff anti-gun laws. But some rural people do, and plenty more love hunting and think anti-gun Democrats are wusses. To counter this image and court rural votes, the Democratic Party has largely abandoned its gun-control crusade. Its presidential candidates now play up their love of hunting, real or otherwise. In several states, the party has recruited serious gun enthusiasts as candidates. The Democratic governor of Montana boasts that he has more guns than he needs, but not as many as he would like. And the Democrats won control of the Senate last year by fielding a pro-gun war hero to snatch a pro-gun state from a pro-gun Republican incumbent. That state was Virginia.

emphasis mine. that's the bit that got my attention. the rest is there for context.

mechawars! woot!

i was still sleepy and trying to do my paper. still am, but that's not the point. the point is i decided to drink that can of red bull that i had sitting around the place since it's got caffiene in it and all.


WHOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH.

squirrel catapault! bahahah..

ironic that this would come out at a time when i'm asking the same question. i figure i must be wanting the very same thing.

do you ever feel like words are on the tip of your tongue, you're holding your breath to say it, it's a bubble of air, a consonant on the tip of your tongue that is malformed, ill-advised, amoebic in its potentiality for destruction, but you don't know how to express the vast multitudinous possibilities and jumbles within you?

it's one of the most horrible feelings in the world.

i see the lights are turning and i
look outside the stars are burning through this
changing time it could have been anything we want
it's fine salvation was just a passing thought.

did i mention it is 2ºC? it is 2ºC. and SNOWING.

godDAMMITboston!

it's SNOWING. it's also april 4. APRIIL 4. a kid just walked by covered in snow. i know this is boston but this is RIDICULOUS.

BLOODY APPLE IS FUCKING ANNOYING. "couldn't find the cd because they may have had to break it to get it out" FUCK YOU the drive was working PERFECTLY it was just MISALIGNED fucking THIEVES.

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

hell yes!

P-P-P-POWERBOOK!!1

omg i nearly died laughing.

The Vista Content Protection specification could very well constitute the longest suicide note in history.

and halo 2 is coming out on pc for vista! crap!

oh wait. bungie is under...guess what.....microsoft studios! slick move, gates.

ratatat = rhcp on instrumental.

can't hear a damn thing now.

lines across the room, puppet-strung on jealousy, heartbleed music and a withering

so i've designed one poster, and it's gotten a few compliments, and i'm designing another poster, and one of the faculty says hey, you've got a future as a graphic designer.

now there's an interesting thought. i don't have the skills, but i work at it till it sticks. i don't think i can really say that of anything else that i've ever done.

must ponder.

nasty, nasty wet weather.

pensivity last night - watched peter pan the musical. quirkyquirky.

love yearn for the inaccessible.

nancy wilson was AMAZING. i absolutely loved the performance...and it was opened by no other than the lance bryant quartet! so there was lance bryant on sax and voice, mulgrew miller on piano, yoron israel on drums and john lockwood on bass. it's surreal, i guess, when a jazz piece you're learning in class is composed by that guy who's sitting on the stage playing his heart out. but wow. it sounded like i was at a recording studio or something...was absolutely breathtaking.

and nancy wilson? she is a legend. she is past compare. there is a reason why she cut 70 albums. omg she has such stage presence you can't help but warm to her. best concert EVAR.

i love the new music building.

it is a bright sunny day out there, the kind of day you execute rosenbergs on. snow's fresh and melting.

i was sent to requisition stuff. requisition. reh-kwee-see-tzsion. sounds so soviet, only i'm not requisitioning grain, i'm requisitioning a crate of water. it's like inquisition, only with goods instead of words.

beethoven + dramatic heavy snow outside = awesome. like having your own visualizer.

tonight's snow smells of seoul garden and tastes of bitterness

wow i just figured out how to delete offensive messages off my tagboard. go sonia go.

time to play assassins. i've been walking around looking over my shoulder and carrying a pair of socks all day

i just watched the boston ballet's a midsummer night's dream !! squeee!!!!

was awesome. also cold. but i gotta lot of compliments so it was worth it.

music of the moment - daniel powter - suspect
mood of the moment - sexual, in a dancing way

her face is a map of the world, is a map of the world..
you can see she's a beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl..
everything around her is a silver pool of light;
people who surround her feel the benefit of it
it makes you calm;
she holds you captivated in her palm…

suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
this is what i wanna be
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me (suddenly i see)
this is what i wanna be
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me

i feel like walking the world, like walking the world..
you can hear she's a beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl..
she fills up every corner like she's born in black and white;
makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember
what ya heard;
she likes to leave you hanging on a word…

suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
this is what i wanna be
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me (suddenly i see)
this is what i wanna be
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me

and she's taller than most,
and she's looking at me.
i can see her eyes looking from the page of a magazine.
she makes me feel like i could be a tower,
a big strong tower, yeah.

the power to be, the power to give, the power to see, yeah yeah…
(suddenly i see)
she got the power to be, the power to give, the power to see, yeah yeah…
(suddenly i see)
she got the power to be, the power to give, the power to see, yeah yeah yeah…
(suddenly i see)
she got the power to be, the power to give, the power to see, yeah yeah…
(suddenly i see)
she got the power to be, the power to give, the power to see, yeah yeah!

suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
this is what i wanna be
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me (suddenly i see)
this is what i wanna be
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me.

(suddenly i see)
ohh oh yea yeaa
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me (suddenly i see)
yeaaa yea
suddenly i see (suddenly i see)
why the hell it means so much to me.

i've looked at the word "suddenly" so often it looks weird.

this song is appropriate for sunrise ;)

music of the moment - kt tunstall - suddenly i see
mood of the moment - content

oh gods i read this and nearly died laughing :)

music of the moment - kt tunstall - suddenly i see
mood of the moment - revelatory

a british journalist in afghanistan

on a side note: i may just switch back to windows from my mac. it's wonderful and all, but it's just conked out on me again - i have a cd stuck in the drive because the drive mouth does not align with the slot on the case. i don't know how it happened - the damn thing's warped up the middle. and i can't pop it open because that would Void the Warranty. it wouldn't be so bad if it weren't a bloody reserve cd i.e. i now have checked a cd that should be staying in the library. joy.

HAPPY NATIONAL GOOD LOOKING PERSON DAY!!1

if you don't get it, let me know and i will enlighten you.

in any case, it's actually legitimately snowing here. well, snowing's a mild term to use for it. it's fucking hailing. the "snow" is actually icy pellets, i.e. basically frozen rain. so walking outside is pain. it's like the torrential rain during the nescacs. when things falling out of the sky bounce off your jacket and crater the snow, you know you're in trouble.

plus it's supposed to rain later, around half an hour from now. joy joy happy happy joy joy joy.

although i did go sledding down the president's lawn on trays stolen from the dining hall. THAT was fun.

music of the moment - death cab for cutie - soul meets body
mood of the moment - satellite, guster or dave matthews

teh awesome

there is a formula for the beer goggle effect.

""A formula rating of less than one means no effect. Between one and 50 the person you would normally find unattractive appears less "visually offensive".

Non-appealing people become suddenly attractive between 51 and 100. At more than 100, someone not considered attractive looks like a super model.""

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

*snigger*. but it's true. the one thing i do not like about the mac (sacrelige! blasphemy!) is its total opacity. i can't get into the bare-bones of it without the utter frustration of not knowing where to start. maybe it's the 10-15 years of growing up on windows. maybe it's the blasted incomprehensibility of terminal. but ask me to do sudo, and i'll cheerfully bite your head off unless you teach me.

on another note - i [heart] polinka the husky-alsatian dog! additional kudos to those who got the crime and punishment reference. i'll put pictues up once i get them.

back in boston. for the record, it's -12ºC/10ºF out there and WINDY. arg. nosleep today woo. general update of what i did on sunday - sleep in, go for awesome breakfast at upmarket french cafe thing, wander around the area and get more cheese, take a bus to volunteer park to climb the water tower (another outing courtesy of bob the receptionist, who is amazing and wonderful and really really nice), wander down broadway en route to the moore, drop in at the dilettante chocolate place and die of chocolate overload and talk to mike and basically really enjoy seattle. it's really pleasant. definately will go back sometime. must try the argentinian restaurant, and go back to la vita bella. foodness!

ok have half an hour to class, and not done homework. must rectify situation.

i am writing this from the absolute bliss of my bed here in the hotel. after being on my feet for the WHOLE DAY, it's wonderful to just sit and relax and drown in pillows while listening to chillout music and bossanova and eating potatobread and homemade cheese with jamaican spices. awesomeness. we even had cold dunganess crab before this, from the fish market. it was SO GOOD. ahhhhh.

ok i'm gonna just stone now. we walked all the way around the world and then some.

music of the moment - coleman hawkins - o pato
mood of the moment - tiredness. and satiation.

irony is leaving 2ºC seattle for 66ºF phoenix arizona to go to -2 gabillionºC boston. there are people wearing -shorts- out there..

man of the year is a marvellously wonderfully suspenseful satire on the political process today. everyone should watch it.

did i mention i gotta job? i gotta job. at the new granoff centre to be exact. as a box office assistant. i even append that to the end of my emails now, because i keep forgetting to remove it when i don't email in an official capacity. in any case, i just hang around the box office, provide tickets, sell tickets, book tickets, occasionally panic when we have to get something out, and do odd jobs. like my first day - i built bookshelves.

the prefabricated ones, not the actual "do-it-yourself-from-raw-wood" ones, of course. was rewarded with communal twizzlers because my boss went to staples and brought them back. plus free pizza for luch, and i'm already enjoying my job. probably will change my mind when the huge deluge of events hits us on april, but until then i'm fine :)

anyways. in seattle now (!! to see aunt who is here in transit), and it's kinda chilly. as a testament to my adaptation in weather, –2ºC is "kinda chilly". warm is above zero. huh. there's a really awesome receptionist here at the hotel we're staying at. he's a foodie, so we've got a TON of good restaurants to go to. the location of the hotel is really central as well. we're on 2nd ave and virginia, so within walking distance of EVERYWHERE. we walked to the seattle centre last night trying to find la vita bella, which is an AMAZING italian restaurant. it was six blocks away from the hotel, we walked at least 30. hur. but it was very worth it.

IN ANY CASE i shall head out now! no time to waste! only 24 hours to go!

allnighter again, woot. but played pool, wandered around campus, hunted howard teh shloopy undulator and bummed around on rooftops so all things considered this was good times. going to seattle in 7 hours, not packed yet. have class and things. life is awesome. tehshit.

winter bash was fun, amusing. o'course the fallout was even more amusing in a slightly twisted way. the kind of twisted where you groan and bury head in pillow. funfun.

omg i needs a dues ex machina.

it is -14ºC outside!!!!!! and WINDY!!!

amazingly enough it's still snowing. i'm watching the snowflake ballet outside my window, with guest stars thronging the stage with every gust of wind. cars go by and rile up street-snow, who whirl in offended envy at the whoosh of wheels stirring them from their rest. the sun's out, strangely, the snowflakes enjoy it more. bits of snowflakes are stuck to my window netting and windowpane, looking like tufts of feathers from an extremely fervent birdfight.

there are no leaves.

it's snowing, light fluffy wisps of snow that gets into your nostrils and freezes them in a startled sneeze. looking up is like being right in that windows screen saver of rapidly-shooting-past stars. black coats are mottled with white foam, like the fake foam-snow they throw up at tanglin and in tropical countries, only so much finer. it's the difference between filigree work and a chunk of metal. it's drifting past the windows, and you don't realise how much of it there is because they're all so small and you can't see them in the night. you can only see them against lights, whirling in the brutal gusts of wind like so many lost and forsaken faeries who have forgotten how to fly.

candy lotr!

anyways. i have a post on freedom of speech, but i'll leave that for later.

theory 1: there are some points in your life where you just don't feel like entering a relationship, perhaps forever, if only because you have invested so much into a prior relationship that you just feel emotionally drained.

theory 2: no matter how much you say it doesn't affect you, sometimes, you lie.

theory 3: emotional drained-ness leads to apathy/greyworld.

theory 4: cold weather = need for cuddles. and hot chocolate.

recipie for disaster, this.

SO COLD. it's riduculous. pulled hip flexor :( can't run.

on a brighter note, it should start getting darker later :)

I'M BACK AND IT'S SO COLD!!!!!

the flight over was ok...slept the whole way thanks to not sleeping the night before. panicked packing still ensued...so maybe the drinking session 7 hours before the flight was not the best idea. but it was HILARIOUS.

anyways, singapore wasa blast. i loved it, despite the wet weather. old place, old and new experiences. still love the food :)

ok back to other blog. GO DONATE!

SOOOOOOOoooooo....apparently my flight's on tuesday the 16th at 7.30am. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

*runs and hides*

just watched the italian job. two things i liked: handsome rob's accent (YES W00T). and three wonderfully colored mini coopers. every time i saw them i went squee!.

and the blowing clothes off women with speakers idea is HILARIOUS.

so i told my friend that every step i took in university was another step towards the end of my freedom and the selling of my soul to the corporate world and i was suddenly subsequently horrified to realise that this was all true.

anyways. tried running today, nearly died because i had to run after bing. more details later, as always. if only because it's late and i've just been setting up my running blog.

running blog, you say? yes. i'm running the boston marathon in order to raise US$1,000 for my university's Friedman School of Nutrition Science and Policy, and this is my training blog.

boston marathon, i hear you cry? yes. i'm crazy. but go to runbostonia.blogspot.com for much merriment at the expense of my feet.

of course, the feeling of incipient doom many of you are feeling now is probably maturing. and you're right. i will solicit ask you for money, and i will not stop until you give it here. so i end with an injuncion.

GO NOW AND DONATE.