woah sushifull :| very happy-ness :D
who sent the chocolates?? :|
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
HAHAHAHHA I LOVE MY CLASS yeurpyep :D:D:D:D
thanks to all you crazy people i love you guys lots haha and jing jing the mastermind i thoroughly didnt expect you to take the icecreamcake seriously :P and thanks tzesiew for getting it (and bing for telling me he didnt get it:| err yeah but i'll still kick your ass at badminton :P) woohoo great day haha my family loves the soft radio thing (my mom couldn't stop laughing at it really she was tickled pink) yay for sokyih's hat! it's so funky :D and really singing happy birthday many many times is slightly embarrasing but very fun :D and we have to get that multiple intelligence probability question down so we get dinner on thursday ogay?! wheeee!!!!!!
thanks to all you crazy people i love you guys lots haha and jing jing the mastermind i thoroughly didnt expect you to take the icecreamcake seriously :P and thanks tzesiew for getting it (and bing for telling me he didnt get it:| err yeah but i'll still kick your ass at badminton :P) woohoo great day haha my family loves the soft radio thing (my mom couldn't stop laughing at it really she was tickled pink) yay for sokyih's hat! it's so funky :D and really singing happy birthday many many times is slightly embarrasing but very fun :D and we have to get that multiple intelligence probability question down so we get dinner on thursday ogay?! wheeee!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Monday, August 01, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
hahahahahahah i love the damn computer it lost me my post. i blame the maple story running on brother's comp. anyways. ju your spag strap has reconfirmed my dislike for the thing. it's a nice spag strap, but you're a bit smaller than me so since it has a limited surface area...the attention is occasionally amusing, and occasionally disturbing. hooray for shawls.
STRecruit was boring. no uni booths, except for nus and stat boards with scholarships. walked around with neha, and kept bumping into people. i suppose theres only so much land area in singapore, but seriously, there were a LOT of people i knew there. well STRecruit thing understandably - preusempeople! like johannes and mark, but i also saw people from the party like mun and peter...
speaking of which, adi's leaving! :( poor cow. he'd better take care, else he'd get lynched. and the party was...amusing. what's with all the booze. oh well. pity i'd to leave early. gotta study.
i wish i didnt have to. i wish i didnt need to worry about these things. i want to toss a football/rugby ball around with someone. i dont want to have to study. but i should. so i guess this is a good way to end off and start the seclusions, with these memories. will take solace in velvet revolver. love the bass line.
music of the moment - velvet revolver - slither
mood of the moment - pensive-ish. thinking, too.
..when you seek me you'll destroy me
rape my mind and smell the poppies
born and bloodied every single time..
where -are- you.
STRecruit was boring. no uni booths, except for nus and stat boards with scholarships. walked around with neha, and kept bumping into people. i suppose theres only so much land area in singapore, but seriously, there were a LOT of people i knew there. well STRecruit thing understandably - preusempeople! like johannes and mark, but i also saw people from the party like mun and peter...
speaking of which, adi's leaving! :( poor cow. he'd better take care, else he'd get lynched. and the party was...amusing. what's with all the booze. oh well. pity i'd to leave early. gotta study.
i wish i didnt have to. i wish i didnt need to worry about these things. i want to toss a football/rugby ball around with someone. i dont want to have to study. but i should. so i guess this is a good way to end off and start the seclusions, with these memories. will take solace in velvet revolver. love the bass line.
music of the moment - velvet revolver - slither
mood of the moment - pensive-ish. thinking, too.
..when you seek me you'll destroy me
rape my mind and smell the poppies
born and bloodied every single time..
where -are- you.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
any more looking at complex numbers and i'll DIE.
on a side note:
believe it or not, THIS is a beatles song.
this is quite cool
eat this and die of diabetes
on a side note:
believe it or not, THIS is a beatles song.
this is quite cool
eat this and die of diabetes
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Monday, July 18, 2005
you know how i have this uncompleted two level pond in the garden? since it was raining the whole day i just spent a happy five minutes splashing around in the drizzle and splashing the dog and the brother.
study? who cares! not for these five minutes anyways.
mood of the moment - happy!! ^^
music of the moment - the drizzle. so plunky! :D
study? who cares! not for these five minutes anyways.
mood of the moment - happy!! ^^
music of the moment - the drizzle. so plunky! :D
Sunday, July 17, 2005
keith and bing have overactive imaginations. hehehehehehhehe. we're running a new route, and then i say "we're running past an exhumed graveyard"
keith and bing: "..." b:"you dont have to say that" k:"we're picking up the pace"
me: "we're running towards it."
b: "thaaaanks!"
[commence running faster]
a few minutes later:
me: "ooh frangipani tree"
bing: "you know, you DONT have to point that out"
after which keith starts tapping bing on the opposite shoulder. and after the run we sit around and talk about ghosts. and you KNOW we have to walk up the green slope (we gave up on running). and THEN after the jostling to stay in the middle, keith says "eh, you know we shouldn't walk in threes. or ones." bing: "oh shit thanks keith"
you know, you can't pat them on the back. they freak out.
heheheheheheh.
the best bit was when we got back. since everyone had gone to bed or was going to bed, it was all dark. so the boys waited outside the glass door while i got my dad to open it. which meant that since my dad was holding his white shirt in his hand and appeared while keith was talking, it meant that keith and bing had 5 years of their life scared out of them.
snhsnhsnhsnhsnh.
on a side note, me spent a happy 3 hours restringing and cleaning guitar. it now shiny! go me! :D:D:D:D:D:D
and i think i took myself out of running. fell down while walking back to church from market [with jeremy].
yes, j, that was for you >p
keith and bing: "..." b:"you dont have to say that" k:"we're picking up the pace"
me: "we're running towards it."
b: "thaaaanks!"
[commence running faster]
a few minutes later:
me: "ooh frangipani tree"
bing: "you know, you DONT have to point that out"
after which keith starts tapping bing on the opposite shoulder. and after the run we sit around and talk about ghosts. and you KNOW we have to walk up the green slope (we gave up on running). and THEN after the jostling to stay in the middle, keith says "eh, you know we shouldn't walk in threes. or ones." bing: "oh shit thanks keith"
you know, you can't pat them on the back. they freak out.
heheheheheheh.
the best bit was when we got back. since everyone had gone to bed or was going to bed, it was all dark. so the boys waited outside the glass door while i got my dad to open it. which meant that since my dad was holding his white shirt in his hand and appeared while keith was talking, it meant that keith and bing had 5 years of their life scared out of them.
snhsnhsnhsnhsnh.
on a side note, me spent a happy 3 hours restringing and cleaning guitar. it now shiny! go me! :D:D:D:D:D:D
and i think i took myself out of running. fell down while walking back to church from market [with jeremy].
yes, j, that was for you >p
Friday, July 15, 2005
went running with cows (keith and bing). quite fun. we talk too much after that though.
kinda stressed after realising the lack of time left. from now on anyone who sees me online please shout at me until i feel guilty enough to study.
i had something to say but i forgot. oh yes. i think here is the crazy frog
mood of the moment - tired
music of the moment - goo goo dolls - iris (thanks to justin >\ )
kinda stressed after realising the lack of time left. from now on anyone who sees me online please shout at me until i feel guilty enough to study.
i had something to say but i forgot. oh yes. i think here is the crazy frog
mood of the moment - tired
music of the moment - goo goo dolls - iris (thanks to justin >\ )
Friday, July 08, 2005
waaai 5 hours in line because IDIOTS CUT QUEUES MORONS DIMWITS *whap* but i finally got to see neil gaiman in the end :D he's quite a charmer. and infinately patient. heard he stayed until 12ish. so now i have 3 autographed gaiman books! including a mirrormask for 4 bucks (borders cards are YAY) mwahaha!
very tired now from body combat thing. heheh. it's bouncing around and punching air. or could be from the gym. or something. too tired to think. wanted to post thoughts on stuff we talked about in gp, but too tired. so tired. gah. and have stupid hard gp essay with the killer questions. *WHINGE*
but at least i got to catchup with people and be silly and existentialist. so that's all good and all. and the class is fun :D
on a side note, brother managed to pick my locked drawer. it's been locked for a year or two at least. so now i've got all my mtg cards back! :D:D
ooh the obligatory links for yanling :D
oh no! argyle ninja!
boingboing
practical applications of physics
very tired now from body combat thing. heheh. it's bouncing around and punching air. or could be from the gym. or something. too tired to think. wanted to post thoughts on stuff we talked about in gp, but too tired. so tired. gah. and have stupid hard gp essay with the killer questions. *WHINGE*
but at least i got to catchup with people and be silly and existentialist. so that's all good and all. and the class is fun :D
on a side note, brother managed to pick my locked drawer. it's been locked for a year or two at least. so now i've got all my mtg cards back! :D:D
ooh the obligatory links for yanling :D
oh no! argyle ninja!
boingboing
practical applications of physics
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
on challenge from judith (you get your brother to do this!)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Sonia
2. Boznia/Boz
3. Sonn
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Grim Squeaker
2. quetz
3. boz
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. lips
2. waist
3. shoulders
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. thighs
2. bowleggedness
3. err...blackheads?
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. hockchew
2. extendedededed family that's everywhere
3. 3 younger brothers 2 hamsters and a dog
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. losing someone. anyone.
2. unable to live up to expectations, any expectations
3. my friends hurting and being unable to help
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. phone
2. bounciness
3. friends
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. huge oversized grand hyatt bali shirt
2. nygh fbts that still fit
3. contacts
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. tom lehrer. aw yeah.
2. chopin
3. any freaking thing really :D
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. take five/watermelonman
2. bach's partita no 2 in c minor/chopin's ballade no 1
3. the rach 2/green day's time of your life. really, anything.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. long term ness
2. affection
3. stability (including commonsense)
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. i <3 younger guys
2. i eat a lot
3. i've had a few crushes
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. general appearance. this includes how they carry themselves.
2. forearms
3. back. mmmm...muscly...:D [i see many people i know falling off chairs]
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. computer (playing games, on the net, chatting, etc)
2. running with friends
3. bumming around with friends
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. cuddle. someone.
2. eat SOMETHING (damn i'm hungry. brb. MIDNIGHTSNACK.)
3. magically acquire all the knowledge i need for the a levels
THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:
1. diplomat
2. physicist
3. computer programmer
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. the middle east
2. the baltic states/exsatellite states
3. italy (thanks to miss j's tales of Italy On Your Own)
THREE KID’S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. to be really honest, i have NEVER thought about this. alex? jess? jon? NFC really.
2. REALLY NFC.
3. ...... ask tze siew if you dont believe me.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. explore
2. fulfill
3. live
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. pc. fps. rts. xbox. halo. warcraft 3. unreal tournament.
2. i swear. lots. can be vulgar. better now though
3. judith says she can drink you under a table. i've never tried, but i suspect i could :D if not, violence. lots.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. err. tight clothing?
2. mild case of airheadedness
3. obsession over size of thighs
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. erm. tony vincent (simon zealotes in jc superstar movie)
2. errrrrrrrrrr. never really had others, come to that.
3. tony vincent's the only one that comes to mind
THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. whoever hasn't
2. my brother(s) because it might just be amusing
3. i think the rest have, because like judith says, i never do these things.
yarr. there you go. mehheh.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Sonia
2. Boznia/Boz
3. Sonn
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Grim Squeaker
2. quetz
3. boz
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. lips
2. waist
3. shoulders
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. thighs
2. bowleggedness
3. err...blackheads?
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. hockchew
2. extendedededed family that's everywhere
3. 3 younger brothers 2 hamsters and a dog
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. losing someone. anyone.
2. unable to live up to expectations, any expectations
3. my friends hurting and being unable to help
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. phone
2. bounciness
3. friends
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. huge oversized grand hyatt bali shirt
2. nygh fbts that still fit
3. contacts
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. tom lehrer. aw yeah.
2. chopin
3. any freaking thing really :D
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. take five/watermelonman
2. bach's partita no 2 in c minor/chopin's ballade no 1
3. the rach 2/green day's time of your life. really, anything.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. long term ness
2. affection
3. stability (including commonsense)
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. i <3 younger guys
2. i eat a lot
3. i've had a few crushes
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. general appearance. this includes how they carry themselves.
2. forearms
3. back. mmmm...muscly...:D [i see many people i know falling off chairs]
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. computer (playing games, on the net, chatting, etc)
2. running with friends
3. bumming around with friends
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. cuddle. someone.
2. eat SOMETHING (damn i'm hungry. brb. MIDNIGHTSNACK.)
3. magically acquire all the knowledge i need for the a levels
THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:
1. diplomat
2. physicist
3. computer programmer
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. the middle east
2. the baltic states/exsatellite states
3. italy (thanks to miss j's tales of Italy On Your Own)
THREE KID’S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. to be really honest, i have NEVER thought about this. alex? jess? jon? NFC really.
2. REALLY NFC.
3. ...... ask tze siew if you dont believe me.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. explore
2. fulfill
3. live
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. pc. fps. rts. xbox. halo. warcraft 3. unreal tournament.
2. i swear. lots. can be vulgar. better now though
3. judith says she can drink you under a table. i've never tried, but i suspect i could :D if not, violence. lots.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. err. tight clothing?
2. mild case of airheadedness
3. obsession over size of thighs
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. erm. tony vincent (simon zealotes in jc superstar movie)
2. errrrrrrrrrr. never really had others, come to that.
3. tony vincent's the only one that comes to mind
THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. whoever hasn't
2. my brother(s) because it might just be amusing
3. i think the rest have, because like judith says, i never do these things.
yarr. there you go. mehheh.
someone just rang the doorbell. when i picked it up and said "hello?" someone said "ringo?"
"sorry?"
"ringo? pauline?"
"ah. holdon..."
turns out that was mom's old classmate. she was called ringo in njc because her hairstyle made her look like, yes, ringo starr.
...
WAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAH!!! but i've seen it, and yes, it does. snhsnhsnh.
"sorry?"
"ringo? pauline?"
"ah. holdon..."
turns out that was mom's old classmate. she was called ringo in njc because her hairstyle made her look like, yes, ringo starr.
...
WAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAH!!! but i've seen it, and yes, it does. snhsnhsnh.
Monday, July 04, 2005
heheh two concerts in a row this weekend. the piano fest was fun, and the co concert was quite good. the comments were rather unneccesary though. and pleasepleasePLEASE if you're gonna say chinese words like "guzheng" and "yunan" and "du mu du mu" use PRONOUNCIATION. you just sound dumb otherwise.
it's good to catch up with people.
"...I see blood and destruction...elimination because of one man."
music of the moment - jesus christ superstar - jesus must die
mood of the moment - ehh...mildly stuffed, amused, etc.
it's good to catch up with people.
"...I see blood and destruction...elimination because of one man."
music of the moment - jesus christ superstar - jesus must die
mood of the moment - ehh...mildly stuffed, amused, etc.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
i [heart] my class. we get to taupok our form teacher, we get to jump in the pool (and get form teacher to also get in the pool) and stuff like that for our photoshoot. we skip classes to take photos, we play baseball and volleyball in class and we laugh our butts off. :D
i [heart] danko jones. or rather i [heart] the basslines :D
i [heart] wacky people.
but reading focault requires total silence and utter absolute concentration. ergo, i don't quite [heart] focault.
music of the moment - danko jones - dance
mood of the moment - content
i [heart] danko jones. or rather i [heart] the basslines :D
i [heart] wacky people.
but reading focault requires total silence and utter absolute concentration. ergo, i don't quite [heart] focault.
music of the moment - danko jones - dance
mood of the moment - content
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
heeheehee. warning: mild nudity. rather, a fat woman getting out of the bathtub. get your mind out of the gutter.
ohhh and dschinghis khan is hilarious. finally found it on the net.
AHAHAHAHAHA!
ohhh and dschinghis khan is hilarious. finally found it on the net.
AHAHAHAHAHA!
Sunday, June 26, 2005
OOG back from malaysia, land of good food, cold heights, LONG roads and leeches. went up to eat:
- the best ipoh hor fun in (where else) ipoh
- the best yim kok kai (salt-baked chicken) also in ipoh
- the best penang laksa (you can guess where)
- the best char kuay tiao also in penang
- the best kuay tiao th'ng also in penang
- the utterly crispiest roti canai (roti prata in sg)
and i'm now stuffed. and need to run a lot.
maxwell hill had a lot of leeches. the first one happened to my smallest brother. seeing this thing on his leg looping his way along towards his torso he goes "ooh look mom, so cute!" "it's a leech!" "YEEARRGH!!" *shakeshakefling*. and we subsequently walk along this dirt/mud track and suddenly we see these looping things coming at us. so we peer at it until we realise they're on us. cue panic, frenzied scraping off and running to the end of the track. thing is, that's the only way back. so other brother with phobia for wormlike things freaks out. we spend 15 minutes trying to get him down, and the only way we ALL get down is to run. real fast. after that we have periodic leech checks. and the second we get home we STAY home. and play a lot of mahjong.
ugh just came back from echo valley and a lot of beer and 100plus. and pizza. so feel very bloated. think balloon.
- the best ipoh hor fun in (where else) ipoh
- the best yim kok kai (salt-baked chicken) also in ipoh
- the best penang laksa (you can guess where)
- the best char kuay tiao also in penang
- the best kuay tiao th'ng also in penang
- the utterly crispiest roti canai (roti prata in sg)
and i'm now stuffed. and need to run a lot.
maxwell hill had a lot of leeches. the first one happened to my smallest brother. seeing this thing on his leg looping his way along towards his torso he goes "ooh look mom, so cute!" "it's a leech!" "YEEARRGH!!" *shakeshakefling*. and we subsequently walk along this dirt/mud track and suddenly we see these looping things coming at us. so we peer at it until we realise they're on us. cue panic, frenzied scraping off and running to the end of the track. thing is, that's the only way back. so other brother with phobia for wormlike things freaks out. we spend 15 minutes trying to get him down, and the only way we ALL get down is to run. real fast. after that we have periodic leech checks. and the second we get home we STAY home. and play a lot of mahjong.
ugh just came back from echo valley and a lot of beer and 100plus. and pizza. so feel very bloated. think balloon.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
watched the movie[dvd] version of jcsuperstar today, and it makes me think about what i've always thought about the passion of christ. apparently jc superstar was considered "blasphemous" when it first came out because it portrayed jesus as human (i.e he loved mary magdalene as humans do)and judas as much a victim as him.
i was a bit iffy with the jesus loving mary magdalene, but that really wasn't a problem. but i really didnt understand why judas being a victim was such a big deal. i dunno, i always thought he had the raw end of the deal. he was condemned and he didn't really have a choice in the matter...interestingly enough, he was like jesus in that respect. both were chosen, and both [most likely] didn't really want the "honour". only thing is that one ends up in heaven and the other is reviled.
on another note, i figure the musical on its opening night probably closed to thunderous applause. figures. at first we asked for beauty, we only appreciated it. i dont remember where i got this [probably from the straits times a while back] but some japanese artist prefers "grotesque" to "beauty" as an expression of art. so, it seems, do we. we appreciate tragic, flawed heroes, stories plays and musicals without happy endings, we have a morbid fascination with things that unsettle us...[what a twisted race we are]. although i wonder how long it'll take us to reach the point where, like how ankh-morpork has gone through deviousness and sped past every nasty trait to arrive at straightforwardness, we appreciate things for what they are. probably hard, if stuff like racism is anything to go by.
i was a bit iffy with the jesus loving mary magdalene, but that really wasn't a problem. but i really didnt understand why judas being a victim was such a big deal. i dunno, i always thought he had the raw end of the deal. he was condemned and he didn't really have a choice in the matter...interestingly enough, he was like jesus in that respect. both were chosen, and both [most likely] didn't really want the "honour". only thing is that one ends up in heaven and the other is reviled.
on another note, i figure the musical on its opening night probably closed to thunderous applause. figures. at first we asked for beauty, we only appreciated it. i dont remember where i got this [probably from the straits times a while back] but some japanese artist prefers "grotesque" to "beauty" as an expression of art. so, it seems, do we. we appreciate tragic, flawed heroes, stories plays and musicals without happy endings, we have a morbid fascination with things that unsettle us...[what a twisted race we are]. although i wonder how long it'll take us to reach the point where, like how ankh-morpork has gone through deviousness and sped past every nasty trait to arrive at straightforwardness, we appreciate things for what they are. probably hard, if stuff like racism is anything to go by.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
waaai mahjong till SIXFREAKINGTHIRTYEHAEEMMINTHEBLOODYMORNING and then WAKEUPATTENBLOODYTHIRTYTHESAMEMORNING to play more mahjong. i think this qualifies as stupid. of course a lot of other things that can qualify as such but now its hard to think of them. or some of them. i'm surprisingly alert for 4 hours of sleep, and therefore i know that if i dont sleep soon i shall DIE tomorrow. therefore i shall sleep. at TENBLOODYPEEEMMTHESAMEBLOODYDAY.
butsomethingsneverchange,really.
on a side note. i HATE dress codes.
butsomethingsneverchange,really.
on a side note. i HATE dress codes.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
that woman on mtv and in eye for a guy has a huge mouth. i speak not figuratively, but literally. when she grimaces, she grimaces. her mouth and the words "elastic" and "grotesque" are like angelina jolie's lips and "pouty". it kinda goes way beyond that. i dont dislike her. just her mouth. GRWAAW cannot stand.
i dont know why :P
i dont know why :P
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Sunday, June 05, 2005
SOOoo...famine camp over. ate myself silly when i got back (a box of iffy nasi lemak there, 2 rather well-done thin steaks, a quartet of quarterpotatoes and tons of peas [eurgh] and a pot of green tea for the oil reaction [doubleeurgh]). now feeling somnolent and solid. and vaguely amused.
i have never drunk so much water in my entire life in 2 days. i swear, i am fully hydrated and probably so full of water i'm a bloody cactus. literally. after SAT IIs [which wasn't fun, let me tell you] i rush straight there and later wish i hadn't. everyone tried really hard, but i wouldn't say it's the best camp i've ever been to. [sanctimonism does NOT help matter. they're EVERYWHERE! all is vanity...] and ladies and gennulmen, THAT is my pet peeve for a while... so yeah. i missed my peers but i guess i didn't try that hard to be friends. the best bit was card playing, well, up to the end-ish. and the concert was fun too. strangely enough the hunger didn't really figure in...but everyone slept a lot due to low blood sugar levels. if you came in from newspaper collection the whole hall looked like a war zone after the bomb went. bodies everywhere.
GAH. TOO MUCH OF EVERYTHING. >.<
i have never drunk so much water in my entire life in 2 days. i swear, i am fully hydrated and probably so full of water i'm a bloody cactus. literally. after SAT IIs [which wasn't fun, let me tell you] i rush straight there and later wish i hadn't. everyone tried really hard, but i wouldn't say it's the best camp i've ever been to. [sanctimonism does NOT help matter. they're EVERYWHERE! all is vanity...] and ladies and gennulmen, THAT is my pet peeve for a while... so yeah. i missed my peers but i guess i didn't try that hard to be friends. the best bit was card playing, well, up to the end-ish. and the concert was fun too. strangely enough the hunger didn't really figure in...but everyone slept a lot due to low blood sugar levels. if you came in from newspaper collection the whole hall looked like a war zone after the bomb went. bodies everywhere.
GAH. TOO MUCH OF EVERYTHING. >.<
Thursday, June 02, 2005
plato's republic (or rather on the just) is a damn good book. ironically it's because he was so absolutist that we have this book. he couldn't see the grey areas for the...um..black and white? speaking of which [and with the arrogant blind confidence of the adolescent], i now believe that for the basics in life there are no absolutes, but absences. like dark is the absence of light, evil the absence of good etc ["good men do evil by not stopping evil"] but on a higher level, there are absolutes. like the idea of yinandyang (absolutes) versus absences - you can believe in one or the other, but not both. so there's your absolute. or you could be greedy like me and believe in both but qualify them. speaking of qualifiers i should probably note that i'm only on book 2 of his republic and so probably not qualified to voice out stuff or opinions on the book but what the hell.
i think it was the early morning run and the piano.
i think it was the early morning run and the piano.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
now this is really what blogging is about. its about all these people dying to let others know about their little secrets that common (and i do mean common) society deems unfit/not polite/too smug/too self-centric to reveal. it's like hiding your cancer pills in plain view when people come over so they can notice and make a fuss over you and then you can play the tragic hero[ine] and revel in their pity and concern. and this canker in you just keeps growing, the need to be noticed keeps crying out, and you keep posting and posting.
it's all fake really. but it's addictive. just like downloading music off the internet.
music of the moment - savage garden - i want you
mood of the moment - ironic, really, what i'm listening to.
it's all fake really. but it's addictive. just like downloading music off the internet.
music of the moment - savage garden - i want you
mood of the moment - ironic, really, what i'm listening to.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Sunday, May 29, 2005
AAUWMAGAWD so tragic! raikkonen's one lap loss...suspension failure! like hakkinen's 100m-before-the-line failure...ze paaaaiinn..
hehe the renault pit crew are amusing-cute. when massa went into the gravel they put their hands over their eyes...
nooooo the lions-allblacks match is on the 4th! i'll be in camp! GWARRRRGH.
hehe the renault pit crew are amusing-cute. when massa went into the gravel they put their hands over their eyes...
nooooo the lions-allblacks match is on the 4th! i'll be in camp! GWARRRRGH.
Friday, May 27, 2005
wow class outing fun. but waking up to rama's (class teacher) practical joke isn't funny, especially when it says "i've talked to mrs chan [our P] and we've decided to suspend the whole class for 4 weeks starting monday. so for 4 weeks you're not to show your face in school, understand?"
NOT best thing to wake up to.
spent more time travelling around than doing stuff.
...there again. should i use my invisibility for good or evil?
NOT best thing to wake up to.
spent more time travelling around than doing stuff.
...there again. should i use my invisibility for good or evil?
Thursday, May 26, 2005
heh 23-0. justin really goes nuts on the pitch, there's no other word to describe it at all. and jon yap was playing. he kicks ok yah.
had 4/12 class dinner after that. quite fun :D
very shagged. running at 11am is kinda draining, but i think it's also the rugby.
...and i'd give up forever to touch you
'cause i know that you feel me somehow...
had 4/12 class dinner after that. quite fun :D
very shagged. running at 11am is kinda draining, but i think it's also the rugby.
...and i'd give up forever to touch you
'cause i know that you feel me somehow...
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
would you believe people put up signs advertising "mathematics olympiad gifted education programme" for your kids? it's like they're plonking everything they can get in there in order to gain the business. all they lack is the IB programme.
but what makes it pretty sad is that people actually fall for these things.
on another note, banner painting be fun :D
"son, can you play me a memory,
i'm not really sure how it goes.
but 'twas sad, and was sweet and i knew it complete
when i wore a younger man's clothes."
but what makes it pretty sad is that people actually fall for these things.
on another note, banner painting be fun :D
"son, can you play me a memory,
i'm not really sure how it goes.
but 'twas sad, and was sweet and i knew it complete
when i wore a younger man's clothes."
Sunday, May 22, 2005
a pile up on the chicane, a great bun fight finish, amazing leads, but the best bit were the stormtrooper outfits :D
speaking of which, ep 3 was quite fun. especially with the debate people and making fun of ben's royal guard outfit. nearly went clubbing but they dont accept student passes now :|
did you know mr rama took part in the big walk? MWAHAHAHAHAHH....
i think i'm too cynical. and i think i'm also very idealistic. what a contradiction. i'm most definately bifurcated (probably).
i'm hundred today!
i'm not making sense, am i...
slashdotdashdotdashdotdashdotslashdotdashdotdashdotcom
speaking of which, ep 3 was quite fun. especially with the debate people and making fun of ben's royal guard outfit. nearly went clubbing but they dont accept student passes now :|
did you know mr rama took part in the big walk? MWAHAHAHAHAHH....
i think i'm too cynical. and i think i'm also very idealistic. what a contradiction. i'm most definately bifurcated (probably).
i'm hundred today!
i'm not making sense, am i...
slashdotdashdotdashdotdashdotslashdotdashdotdashdotcom
Monday, May 16, 2005
i have just eaten a banana cake so dense it could sink a ship. it's sitting in my stomach like a bowling ball and it takes a lot of effort to stay upright :|
on another culinary note, i have discovered an ancient relic: a jar of horlicks. considering i've not drunk horlicks since 4 years ago or more, i'm inclined to treat this like malt death.
music of the moment - bruce springsteen - streets of philadelphia
i'm very tired of myself...
on another culinary note, i have discovered an ancient relic: a jar of horlicks. considering i've not drunk horlicks since 4 years ago or more, i'm inclined to treat this like malt death.
music of the moment - bruce springsteen - streets of philadelphia
i'm very tired of myself...
Friday, May 13, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Monday, May 09, 2005
well, he's gone. do you know how hard it is to say goodbye, how hard it is to force yourself to see your friends name on the bright red tickertape scrolling across, telling you which hall he is in? you go up to class, thinking it's normal, you see every teacher there, your class teachers, your principal and vp, and you think, shit, what's wrong? did we do something wrong as a class? did a teacher complain about us? and then she starts talking and you think, no, no, not this, no, why am i crying, why do i feel like something's horribly horribly wrong, what now and then she says it and all you can say is "oh fuck" in this small voice and bow your head to the table and think of the friend you knew, the one who ate recess with you, who gave you encouragement and support and strength and made you laugh and you made him laugh and now he's gone.
i miss you. a lot. and i miss you more, because you're never coming back, at least not in the way that i know. i wish...for many things, all of them futile now. but we will all remember, in our own ways. we're keening pain, but i hope you knew. and even if you did, can you absolve us all? futile wishes galore - i hope i never have to deliver that again, to fight for control before i go up there and mumble platitudes that can't deliver, not ever, the things i want to say, that probably sound fake the minute i say them. so yeah. i hope you're where you always wanted to be now, and i hope you make peace with yourself.
2SB22005 forever[insofaraswecanwewill,ihope]
i miss you. a lot. and i miss you more, because you're never coming back, at least not in the way that i know. i wish...for many things, all of them futile now. but we will all remember, in our own ways. we're keening pain, but i hope you knew. and even if you did, can you absolve us all? futile wishes galore - i hope i never have to deliver that again, to fight for control before i go up there and mumble platitudes that can't deliver, not ever, the things i want to say, that probably sound fake the minute i say them. so yeah. i hope you're where you always wanted to be now, and i hope you make peace with yourself.
2SB22005 forever[insofaraswecanwewill,ihope]
Saturday, May 07, 2005
i was goign through my old chat logs to find an elusive video about 2 men and a piano and guess what i came across...:
bzzzzZZZZZZZPOW
our chem teacher would never condone this
NONSENSICAL STATEMENT INVOLVING PLANKTON because IRC is just multiplayer notepad.
feet treading the deep path inwards, holding a yellow flower, wondering what to say when i reach the end of the pilgramage for someone i never knew but should..
bzzzzZZZZZZZPOW
our chem teacher would never condone this
NONSENSICAL STATEMENT INVOLVING PLANKTON because IRC is just multiplayer notepad.
feet treading the deep path inwards, holding a yellow flower, wondering what to say when i reach the end of the pilgramage for someone i never knew but should..
Thursday, May 05, 2005
solongandthanks!forallthefissshhh...
looks like they be having lucasfilm problems with the l33+ video
looks like they be having lucasfilm problems with the l33+ video
Sunday, May 01, 2005
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. why the FUCK does this happen to me. i dont i dont WANT to be people's burdens, but i am. and yet i want to shoulder all their burdens, i want to make the pain go AWAY, i dont want to make them cry before they sleep even though it kills me. i've turned them all away, i've fucking hurt them all, and i dont know how to stop it i dont know i dont want to play this game any more take it all AWAY. but i want everything to stay the same, the pieces to stay the same pieces, the pipe dream to remain a reality, no matter how faint.
can you make the pain go away, to dry the tears and stop the hurt. i'll take your burden from you if you want me to [even if it'll kill me].
can you give me a certainty, that you wont kill yourself by the time i get there?
can you make the pain go away, to dry the tears and stop the hurt. i'll take your burden from you if you want me to [even if it'll kill me].
can you give me a certainty, that you wont kill yourself by the time i get there?
Saturday, April 30, 2005
third time's the charm, apparently. argh.
on a side note, i've been asked (no, ordered) to spread the word by the powers that be in comics mart in serene that aaron chong is present. for those who watch eye for a guy on those late late wednesday nights (i'm sorry, i dont.), yes, -the- aaron chong. for those who don't, click here. the powers that be expect a horde descending on their poor shop (or if not, they will have confimation as to why the horde is not descending on their poor shop) sometime soon, so girls, you know what to do ;p
he looks better in real life, i must admit.
it takes two to tango. i cannot do it alone.
on a side note, i've been asked (no, ordered) to spread the word by the powers that be in comics mart in serene that aaron chong is present. for those who watch eye for a guy on those late late wednesday nights (i'm sorry, i dont.), yes, -the- aaron chong. for those who don't, click here. the powers that be expect a horde descending on their poor shop (or if not, they will have confimation as to why the horde is not descending on their poor shop) sometime soon, so girls, you know what to do ;p
he looks better in real life, i must admit.
it takes two to tango. i cannot do it alone.
Friday, April 29, 2005
yet again, my belief in a tokenistic method of governance has been almost irrefutably bolstered (i have to stop using qualifiers and quantifiers). they give us a morning talk show on "teenagers are mollycoddled, spoilt, pampered, ill-equipped to deal with the real world and selfish and etcetc" yes. but we talk about so many things we never really deal with "are they really all these things". i dunno. sounds like beuracracy to meeeeee(maggiemaggiemaggie)...
on a side note, i now have 5 white mice at home in addition to 1 dog, 2 hamsters and 3 brothers. what a zoo.
eyes trace the contours, sketchily and yet sculpted like michaelangelo's masterpiece. quiet, subtle appreciation from an inimitable, unimaginable distance. warm tracery - so near and yet so far away - a touch, a breath, and life comes in all its smouldering swarthy glory.
"but he doesn't say a f-----' word, you know. just goes upstairs to his room, locks the door, and lays down on his bed." -stephen king, the body
on a side note, i now have 5 white mice at home in addition to 1 dog, 2 hamsters and 3 brothers. what a zoo.
eyes trace the contours, sketchily and yet sculpted like michaelangelo's masterpiece. quiet, subtle appreciation from an inimitable, unimaginable distance. warm tracery - so near and yet so far away - a touch, a breath, and life comes in all its smouldering swarthy glory.
"but he doesn't say a f-----' word, you know. just goes upstairs to his room, locks the door, and lays down on his bed." -stephen king, the body
Thursday, April 28, 2005
i conclude that religion is selfish. naturally, i start from the back, the gut instinct, the feeling that someone somewhere will read this and flay me for it. and the end is also the reason why i think it's selfish. i should probably include a caveat here, to say that not all of religion is selfish and stuff like that (i actually do, but fundamentalists will never believe it anyway so why bother.)
when i say selfish, i mean the idea of self, me, mine, numero uno, my own me personality, me myself and my ego. strangely many religions believe in a "self-after-life", the fact that one oneself and one's ego still persists when one dies. which is strange in religions preaching society above self and god above all. don't you become one with the divine, one with the whole (in)effable plan? why the necessity for the persistence of self? then again, do you remain yourself in heaven or the afterlife? do we become happy mindless automatons content with doing good singing praises saying prayers meditating playing harps? fine, that's not self, but that's not an afterlife one can be happy with.
no wonder the world's getting secular, and people are falling away from their faith quietly, subtly, like a shadow of a moth on the ceiling just before it is devoured.
then again, religion is also the worship of the essence of society, it's values, beliefs, norms, culture (what an anachronism. it doesn't hold real meaning in this globalised world of pontification communication (and excommunication) and cultural crosswinds that travel with the tradewinds). religion can justify society, can hold up society, can tear down society, but ultimately it can define and be a society. so we worship a society, the society we believe it. we can pick and choose from the 80 billion or more societies in the world (each one inside each little bit of humanity but oh so amazing that humanity can sometimes be lacking), and yet in the end doesn't that mean we worship ourselves? selfjustification. just like attributing all wondrous things to god and leaving no room for humanity to even have a chance to prove itself.
for the sake of ms.j, lets just give a balanced side of this [tokenistic though it may seem with my current status quo]. religion can be good. such a powerful force is like a gun - good in the right hands, bloody hell if not. religion does save those who want to be saved, it does provide purpose for the aimless and it is the reason for many [i forget the end of this sentence. fill it in yourself. you can probably do it better.]. i wouldn't prescribe three dosages of it and call-me-in-the-morning, because if you don't believe it'll just kill you from the inside. so this is why i'm not comfortable around the seriously deeply religious who attribute everything to god [and i do mean everything, sometimes] because i'd like to think i give humanity a chance, or at least the benefit of the doubt.
and here i am doing what i accuse religion of doing, taking the moral high ground in order to point out how sucky we are so that it can feel good. [how hypocritical.] but then, i never tried to take all the moral high ground, just a little bit of it. [selfjustification.] whatever.
this is what you get for waking up in bible sharing at the wrong moment. cynicism can be a pain. so can lack of sleep.
when i say selfish, i mean the idea of self, me, mine, numero uno, my own me personality, me myself and my ego. strangely many religions believe in a "self-after-life", the fact that one oneself and one's ego still persists when one dies. which is strange in religions preaching society above self and god above all. don't you become one with the divine, one with the whole (in)effable plan? why the necessity for the persistence of self? then again, do you remain yourself in heaven or the afterlife? do we become happy mindless automatons content with doing good singing praises saying prayers meditating playing harps? fine, that's not self, but that's not an afterlife one can be happy with.
no wonder the world's getting secular, and people are falling away from their faith quietly, subtly, like a shadow of a moth on the ceiling just before it is devoured.
then again, religion is also the worship of the essence of society, it's values, beliefs, norms, culture (what an anachronism. it doesn't hold real meaning in this globalised world of pontification communication (and excommunication) and cultural crosswinds that travel with the tradewinds). religion can justify society, can hold up society, can tear down society, but ultimately it can define and be a society. so we worship a society, the society we believe it. we can pick and choose from the 80 billion or more societies in the world (each one inside each little bit of humanity but oh so amazing that humanity can sometimes be lacking), and yet in the end doesn't that mean we worship ourselves? selfjustification. just like attributing all wondrous things to god and leaving no room for humanity to even have a chance to prove itself.
for the sake of ms.j, lets just give a balanced side of this [tokenistic though it may seem with my current status quo]. religion can be good. such a powerful force is like a gun - good in the right hands, bloody hell if not. religion does save those who want to be saved, it does provide purpose for the aimless and it is the reason for many [i forget the end of this sentence. fill it in yourself. you can probably do it better.]. i wouldn't prescribe three dosages of it and call-me-in-the-morning, because if you don't believe it'll just kill you from the inside. so this is why i'm not comfortable around the seriously deeply religious who attribute everything to god [and i do mean everything, sometimes] because i'd like to think i give humanity a chance, or at least the benefit of the doubt.
and here i am doing what i accuse religion of doing, taking the moral high ground in order to point out how sucky we are so that it can feel good. [how hypocritical.] but then, i never tried to take all the moral high ground, just a little bit of it. [selfjustification.] whatever.
this is what you get for waking up in bible sharing at the wrong moment. cynicism can be a pain. so can lack of sleep.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
now this is somewhat scary. its on realplayer, goto 48:30.
on a side note, i have rediscovered tom lerher again. WHEEE!!!
mood of the moment - pacifical. in every sense of the word
music of the mo[o]ment - tom lerher - the hunting song
..you just stand there looking cute,
and when something moves, you shoot...
on a side note, i have rediscovered tom lerher again. WHEEE!!!
mood of the moment - pacifical. in every sense of the word
music of the mo[o]ment - tom lerher - the hunting song
..you just stand there looking cute,
and when something moves, you shoot...
Monday, April 18, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
heeheehee. we have a pink cow now.
started when we were driving back home, and realised that there were significantly less cows in the field than there were before. so we decided to get ours that night. what's amusing is that we worried over being seen and caught and worked out escape routes and stuff and many, many excuses until we got there. we piled out of the car, jumped the fence...and what do we see but a fellow cow stealer trotting along the roadside toting a pink cow on his head.
we kinda gave up on secrecy at that point.
and we ended up stuffing 2 cows in the car (mom refused to get more than one :( ) and giving him a lift home. turns out he was planning to walk nearly a third of 6th ave with a cow on his head :| how daring.
i <3 cow. want an orange one too.
started when we were driving back home, and realised that there were significantly less cows in the field than there were before. so we decided to get ours that night. what's amusing is that we worried over being seen and caught and worked out escape routes and stuff and many, many excuses until we got there. we piled out of the car, jumped the fence...and what do we see but a fellow cow stealer trotting along the roadside toting a pink cow on his head.
we kinda gave up on secrecy at that point.
and we ended up stuffing 2 cows in the car (mom refused to get more than one :( ) and giving him a lift home. turns out he was planning to walk nearly a third of 6th ave with a cow on his head :| how daring.
i <3 cow. want an orange one too.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
mwahahah. today, we see the briefed, true side of our glorious military. in the now misconstrued and deliberately twisted words of a self-proclaimed "glorious opposition" acting in the absence of one, we see they have admitted to spying (what a shock! and such a trusting world we live in! so much for civilisation), deliberately choosing the winning side (which begs the question/situation of whether we'll pull a kerry once in a while on global issues [ok so i'm being mean. ish.]), positive (affirmative action people! only not institutionalised! so they say!) and negative (lets waffle until i see your eyes glaze over and then pretend i answered your question, okay?) discrimination! shock and horror! or maybe not. i suppose he is telling the truth, insofar as he can, and some of it could possibly (shock and horror again!) be true. certainly they sound sensible. we probably should not have put him on the spot. i mean, of course making a value judgement on the united states is so much more taboo than making one on china. and we should waffle on homosexuals - it makes it so much harder to hide our assumptions otherwise.
unsurprisingly,
[and this is a happy link word to link two disparate paragraphs together]
i have never really felt patriotism. or rather, (i should qualify), i have never felt school spirit. i dont know if i will, or what i'm feeling now is school spirit, but it's probably the closest i'll come to it. it's kind of hard to distance your friends from your school/group when you're all running under the same banner, so when you cheer them on you cheer on the school as well because that's what we're all bursting our hearts and lungs for.
and it hurts so badly to see them suffer through themselves that you really really want to take it all away and stop the pain they're putting themselves through but you can't because this self-scarring is one they have to come to terms with themselves and all you can do is be there for them. and you can't take it away because you have no right to, none at all, and this really is something that you shouldn't interfere in. is this pity or empathy? i'd rather the latter. i'd hesitate to use the four letter word (l---) and f-----ship (fill in the blanks, buy a vowel!) because some things are easily misconstrued and you'd -never- hear the end of it. but if a symptom of this is protectiveness, then yes. i love my friends.
unsurprisingly,
[and this is a happy link word to link two disparate paragraphs together]
i have never really felt patriotism. or rather, (i should qualify), i have never felt school spirit. i dont know if i will, or what i'm feeling now is school spirit, but it's probably the closest i'll come to it. it's kind of hard to distance your friends from your school/group when you're all running under the same banner, so when you cheer them on you cheer on the school as well because that's what we're all bursting our hearts and lungs for.
and it hurts so badly to see them suffer through themselves that you really really want to take it all away and stop the pain they're putting themselves through but you can't because this self-scarring is one they have to come to terms with themselves and all you can do is be there for them. and you can't take it away because you have no right to, none at all, and this really is something that you shouldn't interfere in. is this pity or empathy? i'd rather the latter. i'd hesitate to use the four letter word (l---) and f-----ship (fill in the blanks, buy a vowel!) because some things are easily misconstrued and you'd -never- hear the end of it. but if a symptom of this is protectiveness, then yes. i love my friends.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
i dont remember if i've posted this already, but it's freaking hilarious.
on a side note, my mom has resorted to asking me her credit card number so she doesnt have to refer to it when she has to write it down. don't even talk about lazy (>Þ); i don't even spend that much!
on a side note, my mom has resorted to asking me her credit card number so she doesnt have to refer to it when she has to write it down. don't even talk about lazy (>Þ); i don't even spend that much!
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
well, chinese new year was fun. most of it was spent helping out at the (plant) nursery selling pots and plants...the people there are nice. it's actually quite an eye-opener, working in the service industry. you learn how to deal with people and vultures (i.e. those who come at the last minute looking for bargains because "you're gonna have to clear the stock at midnight when chinese new year starts"), and maan, do i have stories about vultures. the twins were quite fun...and it's interesting when you first see them - they really do look alike. hard to believe they're already working...them looking like army boys and all. then again, a lot of the guys i know are in army, so maybe its just me. that aside, the reactions of people to see females pottering around carrying pots is quite amusing. for example, i get asked if i'm someone's sister. i say no. then, "are you his wife?"
yeeek. interesting thought, but no. i'm too young for this sorta thing.
actually, come to think about it, that was my chinese new year: selling pots and plants. the rest of it was the usual whirlwind of visiting, although the party on the first day was fun. what with 5 girls going out on an ice-buying trip because the poor guy just asked everyone along the path to the door to come buy ice. we probably made him nervous. i do know his driving was a bit more jerky than usual. and one of them is an rjc gp teacher, heheh.
bleah. and now's the time to buckle down to work. yeesssh.
yeeek. interesting thought, but no. i'm too young for this sorta thing.
actually, come to think about it, that was my chinese new year: selling pots and plants. the rest of it was the usual whirlwind of visiting, although the party on the first day was fun. what with 5 girls going out on an ice-buying trip because the poor guy just asked everyone along the path to the door to come buy ice. we probably made him nervous. i do know his driving was a bit more jerky than usual. and one of them is an rjc gp teacher, heheh.
bleah. and now's the time to buckle down to work. yeesssh.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
i told myself i was on a self-destruct sequence and it sounded so esoteric and meaningful and wise and literature-y that i thought it might be a nice thing to post (note post, not write) on the blog. then i realised it was called life, and felt that this made it was even more so so i did.
then i felt foolish and like a pretentious ass.
so i did it anyway.
then i felt foolish and like a pretentious ass.
so i did it anyway.
it just hit me how those "type in these confirmation codes so that we can verify through magical psychic powers that you aren't an alien/spambot/technologically impaired sod that wants to post a random comment on this blog" things that livejournal has are so, so evil to dyslexic people. the dots and warped and misaligned letters simply do not help people who have difficulty figuring out the difference between a c and a d, much less the position of the letters...
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Conservatives Pick Soft Target: A Cartoon Sponge
i dont know if you can see this article, but it seems that spongebob has replaced harry potter as the root of all evil, or at least the insidious brainwashing of thousands of kids. because spongebob was used in a video to promote "tolerance", apparently conservative christian groups included "tolerance of sexual identity" under that ambit. "according to one spokesman for the conservative christian group: "We see the video as an insidious means by which the [We Are Family Foundation, not the We Are Family gay and lesbian group] is manipulating and potentially brainwashing kids," they know he's gay because "he holds hands with his animated sidekick Patrick and likes to watch the imaginary television show "The Adventures of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy."
wth. spongebob evil, spongebob must die.
if we turned our attention from these rediculous accusations and petty pickings, we'd probably be more productive.
i'll probably get flamed for this. whatev.
i dont know if you can see this article, but it seems that spongebob has replaced harry potter as the root of all evil, or at least the insidious brainwashing of thousands of kids. because spongebob was used in a video to promote "tolerance", apparently conservative christian groups included "tolerance of sexual identity" under that ambit. "according to one spokesman for the conservative christian group: "We see the video as an insidious means by which the [We Are Family Foundation, not the We Are Family gay and lesbian group] is manipulating and potentially brainwashing kids," they know he's gay because "he holds hands with his animated sidekick Patrick and likes to watch the imaginary television show "The Adventures of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy."
wth. spongebob evil, spongebob must die.
if we turned our attention from these rediculous accusations and petty pickings, we'd probably be more productive.
i'll probably get flamed for this. whatev.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
on the way back in the cab, the song playing on 95.0 was oddly appropriate to what rah and i were discussing. tragedy strikes in waves, and leaves you floundering to avoid the riptide that threatens to wash you away in the aftermath. and now it's playing fragile by sting and all you want to do is forget but you can't, because it'd be a dishonour. you may not know them, but if you are human and i hope to god you still are in this era of brutality and insensitivity, you'd grieve too.
its alright i'm ok
i think god can explain
its alright i'm ok
i think god can explain
Sunday, January 16, 2005
amusing quotes from little kids:
1. elaine's 2 year old precocious girl is playing with her toy farm, and the rest of us are eating. after a while we hear "little pig, little pig, let me come in, little pig, little pig, let me come in..." over and over again. so elaine asks "so what did the little pig say?"
"cannot!"
2. everyone's eating tea discussing brother being the shortest boy of his secondary school class, the only shorter one being a girl. so other brother reminisces that he used to be the third shortest in his class in acsi. original brother:
"were you the shortest boy?"
that one never thinks before speaking...
1. elaine's 2 year old precocious girl is playing with her toy farm, and the rest of us are eating. after a while we hear "little pig, little pig, let me come in, little pig, little pig, let me come in..." over and over again. so elaine asks "so what did the little pig say?"
"cannot!"
2. everyone's eating tea discussing brother being the shortest boy of his secondary school class, the only shorter one being a girl. so other brother reminisces that he used to be the third shortest in his class in acsi. original brother:
"were you the shortest boy?"
that one never thinks before speaking...
Saturday, January 15, 2005
lesson from yesterday at city hall mrt. if you are going to wait for people within the ticket barrier and look out for them by peering down at the stairs in the belief that you can spot them in the bleeding multitudes that issue forth from that gaping maw, do not wear a short skirt. if you do, wear shorts underneath (with reference to school uniforms, though that will probably not be a problem). denim skirts that have problems extending to mid-thigh are a no-no. then again, if you are actually wearing that kinda thing, you probably wouldnt mind the attention. no, i'm being mean.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
well now they seem to have resolved it. good grief. we do more dangerous and stupid things at home, from climbing out onto the roof to romping around storm drains, scuffling and outright brawling. pity the poor kid whose parent wrote in. i'll bet the warning is purely tokenistic.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
anyone else read the taupok letter? come on, jc just isnt the same without the rough play, the pain and the black eyes. and, oh yes. a thousand kilos of bodies on your poor spine that is lying flat on the ground. your guts are in more danger. even our teachers get taupoked.
i'm sorry, i just find it horribly amusing that parents would be (undertandably) horrified that their delicate kids are getting taupoked even though worse happens through people running through corridors and playing rugby or basketball. and taupok isnt the half of it.
i'm sorry, i just find it horribly amusing that parents would be (undertandably) horrified that their delicate kids are getting taupoked even though worse happens through people running through corridors and playing rugby or basketball. and taupok isnt the half of it.
wow. i last posted a month ago. how shocking.
in any case, i've changed from happy-going-to-whistler to oh-crap-i'm-gonna-die. i mean, my position in life and with regards to Knowledge of Topics and Subjects is under Woefully Inadequate, capitals, warts and all. maybe it can get up to Barely Passable or at least Vaguely Uncertain, but i can't see past that. heh. in any case, expect posts every 2 months i think. considering my post frequency.
diploma achieved. landed (with) lrsm. will die. 'nuff said. moving on.
have also discovered bonnie pink, a jap artist. not bad.
have also discovered catharsis. it's quite good. i recommend it to anyone.
TOO MANY THINGS!!!
in any case, i've changed from happy-going-to-whistler to oh-crap-i'm-gonna-die. i mean, my position in life and with regards to Knowledge of Topics and Subjects is under Woefully Inadequate, capitals, warts and all. maybe it can get up to Barely Passable or at least Vaguely Uncertain, but i can't see past that. heh. in any case, expect posts every 2 months i think. considering my post frequency.
diploma achieved. landed (with) lrsm. will die. 'nuff said. moving on.
have also discovered bonnie pink, a jap artist. not bad.
have also discovered catharsis. it's quite good. i recommend it to anyone.
TOO MANY THINGS!!!
Monday, December 06, 2004
oh, before i forget. would you believe in living history? the refugees we met were kmt members who came over from china during the purge, fought with the shan rebels against the drug lords and are now refugees from burma. i met a sargeant, and he speaks "kmt chinese", or rather, mandarin with a strong accent, possibly from yunnan. and many of the refugees come from yunnan. it's really fascinating.
i miss the kids, though.
on an unrelated note, a strange (as in unfamiliar) indian man talked to me on the train. considering what he was doing before that, i am highly disturbed. ok, maybe strange as in the other way too.
YAARG.UGH.
i miss the kids, though.
on an unrelated note, a strange (as in unfamiliar) indian man talked to me on the train. considering what he was doing before that, i am highly disturbed. ok, maybe strange as in the other way too.
YAARG.UGH.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
so i'm back from thailand. and gods the first damn thing i do is run 21.1 km. joy of joys, i feel so accomplished. well, i would if my knees wouldn't stop hurting. as it is, i just feel like crap, especially my knees. they feel like they're popping out sideways.
in any case, the trip's been interesting. already i miss the orphans. if they've taught me anything, its that now i can laugh more. dont sweat the small stuff. piggybacks are always appreciated. communication transcends words. not to say that learning a bit helps. i can now count to 100 in thai (marvellous accomplishment, that. thai sounds like a mix between hokkien [mostly], cantonese and malay). its simply amazing, their independance and tenacity, and how they cooperate. i dont think a 2 year old toddler in singapore will be able to fall down in the mud, toddle down a 50 degree slope, wash self and come back up to play more soccer. it'd probably cry itself silly.
and the bonding was fun. i really liked the group that went up. coke-rum is highly amusing, to say the least. and my wrists still smell of jpg and l'oreal (i think) perfume. it's been good.
i saw shooting stars!! *happy*
when i pixellate my thoughts, they never come out right
in any case, the trip's been interesting. already i miss the orphans. if they've taught me anything, its that now i can laugh more. dont sweat the small stuff. piggybacks are always appreciated. communication transcends words. not to say that learning a bit helps. i can now count to 100 in thai (marvellous accomplishment, that. thai sounds like a mix between hokkien [mostly], cantonese and malay). its simply amazing, their independance and tenacity, and how they cooperate. i dont think a 2 year old toddler in singapore will be able to fall down in the mud, toddle down a 50 degree slope, wash self and come back up to play more soccer. it'd probably cry itself silly.
and the bonding was fun. i really liked the group that went up. coke-rum is highly amusing, to say the least. and my wrists still smell of jpg and l'oreal (i think) perfume. it's been good.
i saw shooting stars!! *happy*
when i pixellate my thoughts, they never come out right
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
woohoohoohoo! PLAY THIS!! unless you're having exams. in which case, DON'T.
if you want more go FUNKY.
if you want more go FUNKY.
Monday, November 15, 2004
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
so i'm running down portsdown road feeling crappy because i've snot flowing down the nasal passage and phlegm coming up the throat and suffocating the mouth (yug.) somehow or the other my ankle gives way. now this has happened before - i get lucky, flow with the fall and just end up with a temporary pain. so i figure its the same thing. WRONGO. have been hobbling around ntu with leg in wrap. yesterday was CRAP. today better. tomorrow, who knows? pfft.
now have 2 weeks of sitting down to do. if i havent fractured something. if you get back and tell your mom you twisted your ankle and she says "serves you right", it gives you this feeling of utter solidarity and happiness with your fellow men.
on the other hand, had fun with soldering iron today. even soldered hair. wheee. now finger is sore from drilling and scraping off copper from solderboard thing. but soldering is fun. unless you burn yourself. which, klutz that i am, i promptly did.
now have 2 weeks of sitting down to do. if i havent fractured something. if you get back and tell your mom you twisted your ankle and she says "serves you right", it gives you this feeling of utter solidarity and happiness with your fellow men.
on the other hand, had fun with soldering iron today. even soldered hair. wheee. now finger is sore from drilling and scraping off copper from solderboard thing. but soldering is fun. unless you burn yourself. which, klutz that i am, i promptly did.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
i am a walking mucus machine. how can one nose produce so much snot?!?!
in other words, i have discovered that the ability of the mouth to multitask is severely limited by your nose. talking and eating is fine. talking and breathing is fine. breathing and eating isn't. obviously breathing, eating and talking isn't.
needless to say i nearly suffocated during dinner.
in other words, i have discovered that the ability of the mouth to multitask is severely limited by your nose. talking and eating is fine. talking and breathing is fine. breathing and eating isn't. obviously breathing, eating and talking isn't.
needless to say i nearly suffocated during dinner.
Monday, November 01, 2004
as of tonight, i have taken no less than 4 different types of medicine. my table is so full of tissue paper i can't even find my volume control. someone called up and thought i was my brother. i have pw tomorrow, and i'm a walking chemical factory. joy of joys. and it's cold.
don't we all love to pity ourselves.
don't we all love to pity ourselves.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
i'm running on empty, and this is my will, because it feels like the last thing i'll ever write. you know you're tired when you cannot take even the littlest things, when a disappointment can mean a battle with tears that you are on the brink of losing, and a loss of your humanity. not the humanity of compassion, that is something you must never lose (but still do, at some point), but the humanity of yourself, the little bit that makes you you. the walking death lives, it does, and you know it. society says elsewise we are changing the system, changing it such that no one will ever feel pain, the burden of work, the pressure to conform, the depth of death and the meaning of life. kahlil gibran got it right, and the only other one i have ever seen to understand is orson scott card. how do you think ender felt, destroying the enemy he loved? how do you feel, when the enemy is you? and all thise while i understood, really understood, but the sham that i am (the suess that i was) knows i left that long ago.
i grew up, i guess. no more playing in gardens with the sun, waiting for the prince and the plum to come up from the depths of the pool, carried by two copper orbs that blinked at me and waited for my response. to kiss or not to kiss, and i chose the path less travelled. it made the difference. regret? i think not. i forgot the sun, the moon and the stars in my hubris - it is hubris now, that i write this. it was the pride that scoffed at my fall, and it was the broken relics that i picked up from the bottom of the cliff, where elijah cast me for failing them (he held not his hands - his sons ran away to the battle and both fell, and for that he cast his staff out, no more, no more.). the passage to the burning bush is long and narrow, and i have lost my sandals (no need to take them off now, then!), and the ember has died.
it is sad to note that we can never pity those greater than ourselves, only aspire to. and yet, who needs more pity? pity is an indulgence that we can have, being able to concentrate on such a "need" for the "compassion" we all live for, the farce that stops you from remembering and learning, for the knowledge that "someone understands me, somebody does". no more time for them, no more. ruthlessness is the way to go, to live, to survive.
but algernon taught us something to. the quality of mercy is not strained; it drippeth as the gentle rain from heaven onto the ground beneath, it is twice blessed - it blesseth him that giveth, and him that recives, the crown of kings, the scepter of authority, and weak and the strong pay it both, and a thousand deaths are a mere statistic, but one, for one the hero stops, for it is a tragedy. weep not for me - i am presumptious in presuming i deserve it, for the thought to cross my mind is mere self-censure the minilove will get you, minitruth will eat you alive!, but for yourself, because you cannot save your own until you understand, but vincent, oh vincent, they never did, and they never will.
i grew up, i guess. no more playing in gardens with the sun, waiting for the prince and the plum to come up from the depths of the pool, carried by two copper orbs that blinked at me and waited for my response. to kiss or not to kiss, and i chose the path less travelled. it made the difference. regret? i think not. i forgot the sun, the moon and the stars in my hubris - it is hubris now, that i write this. it was the pride that scoffed at my fall, and it was the broken relics that i picked up from the bottom of the cliff, where elijah cast me for failing them (he held not his hands - his sons ran away to the battle and both fell, and for that he cast his staff out, no more, no more.). the passage to the burning bush is long and narrow, and i have lost my sandals (no need to take them off now, then!), and the ember has died.
it is sad to note that we can never pity those greater than ourselves, only aspire to. and yet, who needs more pity? pity is an indulgence that we can have, being able to concentrate on such a "need" for the "compassion" we all live for, the farce that stops you from remembering and learning, for the knowledge that "someone understands me, somebody does". no more time for them, no more. ruthlessness is the way to go, to live, to survive.
but algernon taught us something to. the quality of mercy is not strained; it drippeth as the gentle rain from heaven onto the ground beneath, it is twice blessed - it blesseth him that giveth, and him that recives, the crown of kings, the scepter of authority, and weak and the strong pay it both, and a thousand deaths are a mere statistic, but one, for one the hero stops, for it is a tragedy. weep not for me - i am presumptious in presuming i deserve it, for the thought to cross my mind is mere self-censure the minilove will get you, minitruth will eat you alive!, but for yourself, because you cannot save your own until you understand, but vincent, oh vincent, they never did, and they never will.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
these days have been an education into the mentality of little prebubescent boys. i get home after fun class dinner, and the first thing i hear is "there's a snake in dad's room". so far so good. ok. maybe dad's slightly afraid of snakes. but that's fine - he's a big boy, he can handle it. then: "we tried to use a hamster to lure it out".
i suppose it's logical, but what part of "snakes eat hamsters" and "snakes are fast" dont you understand????
in anycase, managed to fufil our nkf criteria of "do not embarrass the school by having it host a round without it's own team in it" and "do not lose to scgs". lost to uwc, but that's ok. we'll survive. yesterday's debates were crappy - i dont wanna ever have to do something of that standard EVER again. but today's was not too bad. so i'm happy: it wasn't a washout. good enough. and we've the rest of the week free.
on another note. do not conduct pw in a room full of computers and more specifically computer games. bad for concentration.
on the same note. screw. i have pw.
i suppose it's logical, but what part of "snakes eat hamsters" and "snakes are fast" dont you understand????
in anycase, managed to fufil our nkf criteria of "do not embarrass the school by having it host a round without it's own team in it" and "do not lose to scgs". lost to uwc, but that's ok. we'll survive. yesterday's debates were crappy - i dont wanna ever have to do something of that standard EVER again. but today's was not too bad. so i'm happy: it wasn't a washout. good enough. and we've the rest of the week free.
on another note. do not conduct pw in a room full of computers and more specifically computer games. bad for concentration.
on the same note. screw. i have pw.
Friday, October 22, 2004
i fucked up my promos.
gods know how i did it. i think it was complacency, arrogance and cockiness. everything gets ladled to me on a silver platter i forget what a spoon is for.
so today i try to outrun my mistakes during training. i think i could have run forever, just so i could forget my demons, to keep the wind blowing in my ears to block out the sounds of my guilt and people discussing grades. self-disappointment is the hardest to take, and the most necessary.
i feel human. but you need to be superhuman.
gods know how i did it. i think it was complacency, arrogance and cockiness. everything gets ladled to me on a silver platter i forget what a spoon is for.
so today i try to outrun my mistakes during training. i think i could have run forever, just so i could forget my demons, to keep the wind blowing in my ears to block out the sounds of my guilt and people discussing grades. self-disappointment is the hardest to take, and the most necessary.
i feel human. but you need to be superhuman.
Monday, October 11, 2004
friday was an almost epiphanic rach 2. i had a lot to say about it, but now i don't have that much. while it wasn't perfect, it was better than the other 2 i've heard before. the sso still has this annoying habit of drowning out the soloist. apart from the shostakovich no. 5, which was fascinating (hear the second movement). the third movement was very...vivid. i could see images...*shiver*
and the exams are over. somehow i don't feel very relieved. i think it's the oppressive feeling that you get when you KNOW you've screwed up but you dont know just HOW badly.
well, i'm back.
and the exams are over. somehow i don't feel very relieved. i think it's the oppressive feeling that you get when you KNOW you've screwed up but you dont know just HOW badly.
well, i'm back.
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