things to talk about...a lot. for one, i managed to procure saki. for the unenlightened, saki is quite possibly one of the best authors of short stories, period. who can forget sredni vashtar, or the children who clamoured for an "improper story". say what you want about modern realist novels that believe sales are directly proportionate to the vulgarities present in the book, there's something that has to be said for recalcitrant authoritarian nannies, bigoted upper class english lords and ladies and subtle, satrical wit. saki and wodehouse. if you haven't read them...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR.
which brings me to the next random topic of conversation - acoustics. specifically in my house. i just realised that it's got echoes that manage to subtly smooth out the squawks in anyone's voice. instant bathroom baritone. just add water. if you ever hear a disembodied voice wandering around the house and perforating everyone's eardrums, no worries. it's just me. unfortunately, like everything else there is a downside, and in this case it's hard to a) hear when people are calling you and b) hear when people are replying, at least the issue of "hear clearly". muffled sounds like "grnfgrnfgrfnarg" only make more sense when you get within 5 steps and can see that brother is flailing hand with embedded hamster teeth in.
this is basically for those who complain i dont post....:|
and does ANYONE want hamsters. please. i think i've another lot coming.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Sunday, May 09, 2004
somatic markers
your generation is fed
on birth control, rock and roll
and bytes of a bygone era
when gripping trees was the only exercise we had for our
fingers, that now grasp canes and tremble
helplessly, in the face of the internet.
you say you know of iraq, and reel
off statutes, figures and names on your
fingers that wave so confidently with your
arrogance (it seems almost blinding,
your transition from gelem to golem that
i bet you can't see the gleam
you have become of a machine)
it's in your eyes.
i bet you can't feel when the images
flicker past you like so many pictures
you see in the papers (but you always turn to the funnies
don't you?)
carnage flickers past quickly, filed into storage, ready for
recall, but really, they mean nothing to one accustomed in thinking
in ones and zeroeths. (the computer thinks not of its files, it just
is).
emotions, hah! an anachronism
in the 30th century! and the world today is
fastfastfast, we want speedspeed, more t1, t2, t3
gigabytes of information pouring down thy eyes -
from truth to death,
you know everything, and yet you know nothing.
you know not of the rain on your face, or the joy it is to
run free, or the power that a tree's crown can give you.
your sunlight only falls on your face, only your mind runs
free[d] in your mind on the information superhighway,
and your crown of viruses stops all traffic.
progress is a good thing, we shall not miss the old,
you say, with quiet confidence
and who are we to argue with the future?
your jungle is concretized, your seabed electrified
we are interconnected
and that is good.
you will not miss us, we are the misshapen clay.
creators shall go back to the shadows, you are the next
step in a world that cloned dolly,
you myelinated sheaths overrule our emotional heartbeat,
cogitational machinery rules the world.
we are your fastfast-frankenstein, your stitched-together zombie
we are what you made us,
and we will rule the world we built,
plugged-in, spell-bound,
and numb.
your generation is fed
on birth control, rock and roll
and bytes of a bygone era
when gripping trees was the only exercise we had for our
fingers, that now grasp canes and tremble
helplessly, in the face of the internet.
you say you know of iraq, and reel
off statutes, figures and names on your
fingers that wave so confidently with your
arrogance (it seems almost blinding,
your transition from gelem to golem that
i bet you can't see the gleam
you have become of a machine)
it's in your eyes.
i bet you can't feel when the images
flicker past you like so many pictures
you see in the papers (but you always turn to the funnies
don't you?)
carnage flickers past quickly, filed into storage, ready for
recall, but really, they mean nothing to one accustomed in thinking
in ones and zeroeths. (the computer thinks not of its files, it just
is).
emotions, hah! an anachronism
in the 30th century! and the world today is
fastfastfast, we want speedspeed, more t1, t2, t3
gigabytes of information pouring down thy eyes -
from truth to death,
you know everything, and yet you know nothing.
you know not of the rain on your face, or the joy it is to
run free, or the power that a tree's crown can give you.
your sunlight only falls on your face, only your mind runs
free[d] in your mind on the information superhighway,
and your crown of viruses stops all traffic.
progress is a good thing, we shall not miss the old,
you say, with quiet confidence
and who are we to argue with the future?
your jungle is concretized, your seabed electrified
we are interconnected
and that is good.
you will not miss us, we are the misshapen clay.
creators shall go back to the shadows, you are the next
step in a world that cloned dolly,
you myelinated sheaths overrule our emotional heartbeat,
cogitational machinery rules the world.
we are your fastfast-frankenstein, your stitched-together zombie
we are what you made us,
and we will rule the world we built,
plugged-in, spell-bound,
and numb.
Friday, April 16, 2004
so yeah, heheh. swimming to finish what i left off. ache from rugby, but hell it was fun :D zhi looked like the esplanade/durian when kt spiked his hair. highly amusing inter-cca - hissoc came first (the irony), we came third (more irony). well, they say we were fourth, but we maintain third. sounds better, especially since we were swimming with 6 people (4girls2guys) because the boys cant swim. the girls are more sporty than the guys. something's wrong :P next stop - track and fields. this time marcus had better be around.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
i am very happy. NEW COMPUTER!!! ahahahaha!!!! whee! its very fast. veryveryfast. well, compared to my previous one it is, and at least it doesnt crash when you try to play stupid games from zone.com on it. 512 ram and a radeon 9600PRO. and it can scan 80gigs in about 7 mins. would probably be happier if parents would allow me to install games on it (tis a bloody sin to not utilise this to the max) but that's another campaign. wheeeee!!!
viruses spread damn fast. i dont protect my comp for 1-2 days because, well, avg wouldnt download. and POOM. 144 infected files thanks to 2 worm/viruses. gods, it's depressing to see a new comp violated so quickly.
havent posted due to many things such as debate and new comp, and stupid blackout. blackouts are romantic, inconvenient, and handphones are...handy, although teh image of a humanoid figure tottering around with two handphones in hand lighting the way spoils the mood dramatically. candles gutter too fast, and tend to run out pretty quickly. they're romantic, yes, but eminently un-practical when it comes to providing light (albeit better than handphones). scraping wax off the floor is not entirely pleasant when it's done in the dark, and enough wax spilled onto my hand for me to make a wax glove complete with fingerprints. bond would have been proud.
tomorrow is swim meet. i find it amusing that the debaters will be swimming in the inter-cca event. the mantra is "at least we'll beat the chess club/go green/insert-singularly-un-sporty-cca-here-apart-from-debate". here's hoping we dont end up last.
hamsters, anyone?
viruses spread damn fast. i dont protect my comp for 1-2 days because, well, avg wouldnt download. and POOM. 144 infected files thanks to 2 worm/viruses. gods, it's depressing to see a new comp violated so quickly.
havent posted due to many things such as debate and new comp, and stupid blackout. blackouts are romantic, inconvenient, and handphones are...handy, although teh image of a humanoid figure tottering around with two handphones in hand lighting the way spoils the mood dramatically. candles gutter too fast, and tend to run out pretty quickly. they're romantic, yes, but eminently un-practical when it comes to providing light (albeit better than handphones). scraping wax off the floor is not entirely pleasant when it's done in the dark, and enough wax spilled onto my hand for me to make a wax glove complete with fingerprints. bond would have been proud.
tomorrow is swim meet. i find it amusing that the debaters will be swimming in the inter-cca event. the mantra is "at least we'll beat the chess club/go green/insert-singularly-un-sporty-cca-here-apart-from-debate". here's hoping we dont end up last.
hamsters, anyone?
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Sunday, March 21, 2004
uggh. have entered ultra-stoned state of apathy that results after an extremely bad sugar high. and bad as in "half-a-pint-of-ben-and-jerrys-one-sweet-whirled-ie-caramel-and-coffee-stuff-and-one-and-a-half-bars-of-chocolate" bad. and not good after running cross. i.e. body absorbs sugar very fast. me and brother were bouncing around the busstop. literally. and brother suffered spasms. and because of eating too much ice cream at one go, was also feeling sick. which is not a good feeling when feeling very, very hyper. how do people finish one pint all by themselves!!! crazy.
on a lighter note. i now have a potential 4 future furballs that are currently 4 very nerve-wracking pink squirming thingys.
on a lighter note. i now have a potential 4 future furballs that are currently 4 very nerve-wracking pink squirming thingys.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
anyone got that letter advertising the "GEP Alumni Association"? that super elitist thing that makes all readers choke on their incredulity? well, it was also plugging the "GEP Funfair", which was supposed to raise funds for charity. so 4 of us went down, 3 after debate, presumably to laugh at it.
it was horribly bombastic. for one, it took up the whole moe grange road field, and thank to the rain the field was very muddy, so you can imagine the problems that caused. it ended up with the 4 of us watching our steps instead of the stalls or (relatively non-existent) scenery. after making a gingerous (? what do you term the adjective of gingerly...) circuit of the field, we exited rather quickly and spent the rest of the day around books in orchard.
i dont know what exactly gets me about it, the fact that there were so many small kids around, the fact that there were so many parents around, or probably the fact that it was organised in the first place. if you see the "aims of the funfair", they're to "promote the understanding of the GEP". well i dont know about you, but organising a "GEP funfair" isn't exactly the best way to go about doing it. for one, it smacks of elitism of the highest degree. and there's the rub. it's a sad irony that all this 20 years of "education of the highest order" isn't really gonna mean anything any more. a careful analysis of the parents there would reveal a disproportionate amount of "taitais", swinging LV handbags and strutting bright blue pants (ok i generalise here), practically oozing the "my-child-is-so-much-better-than-yours-he's-in-GEP-can-you-beat-that" kind of mentality. the saddest irony is that this isnt gonna mean anything anymore. 5 years down the road, the new "elitist, die-die-must-get-my-child-in-there" will be the through-train programme or the IB, and the GEP will be an anachronism. in addition, considering the fact that these kids are "the future of the nation", and that these little primary school "future of the nation"s are holding mommy's hand as they trot everywhere, and that the number of GEP schools have practically doubled since its initiation (dare i even say tripled?), one starts to worry for the future of our dot at the end of the malaysian peninsula.
then again, there's something to be said for having such a damn big funfair. they even had an elephant bouncy castle thing, spinning alice in wonderland cups and even a small train. and a lot of mud, which the kids didnt seem to mind. for one, its obscene. all those little kids wearing orange shirts with "GEDP" on the back (gods above), teachers wearing red GEDP shirts, and us wearing disgusted expressions. maybe its just us with our own class of predjudices against the conspiracy to phase out the GEP, maybe we're being irrational and close minded and just can't stand kids, maybe we're even being traitors to our own kind. but why don't you see the pictures we took and hear the subsequent conversation about government conspiracy policies and see for yourself.
music of the moment - gnawing
mood of the moment - unsettled
it was horribly bombastic. for one, it took up the whole moe grange road field, and thank to the rain the field was very muddy, so you can imagine the problems that caused. it ended up with the 4 of us watching our steps instead of the stalls or (relatively non-existent) scenery. after making a gingerous (? what do you term the adjective of gingerly...) circuit of the field, we exited rather quickly and spent the rest of the day around books in orchard.
i dont know what exactly gets me about it, the fact that there were so many small kids around, the fact that there were so many parents around, or probably the fact that it was organised in the first place. if you see the "aims of the funfair", they're to "promote the understanding of the GEP". well i dont know about you, but organising a "GEP funfair" isn't exactly the best way to go about doing it. for one, it smacks of elitism of the highest degree. and there's the rub. it's a sad irony that all this 20 years of "education of the highest order" isn't really gonna mean anything any more. a careful analysis of the parents there would reveal a disproportionate amount of "taitais", swinging LV handbags and strutting bright blue pants (ok i generalise here), practically oozing the "my-child-is-so-much-better-than-yours-he's-in-GEP-can-you-beat-that" kind of mentality. the saddest irony is that this isnt gonna mean anything anymore. 5 years down the road, the new "elitist, die-die-must-get-my-child-in-there" will be the through-train programme or the IB, and the GEP will be an anachronism. in addition, considering the fact that these kids are "the future of the nation", and that these little primary school "future of the nation"s are holding mommy's hand as they trot everywhere, and that the number of GEP schools have practically doubled since its initiation (dare i even say tripled?), one starts to worry for the future of our dot at the end of the malaysian peninsula.
then again, there's something to be said for having such a damn big funfair. they even had an elephant bouncy castle thing, spinning alice in wonderland cups and even a small train. and a lot of mud, which the kids didnt seem to mind. for one, its obscene. all those little kids wearing orange shirts with "GEDP" on the back (gods above), teachers wearing red GEDP shirts, and us wearing disgusted expressions. maybe its just us with our own class of predjudices against the conspiracy to phase out the GEP, maybe we're being irrational and close minded and just can't stand kids, maybe we're even being traitors to our own kind. but why don't you see the pictures we took and hear the subsequent conversation about government conspiracy policies and see for yourself.
music of the moment - gnawing
mood of the moment - unsettled
Friday, March 12, 2004
Thursday, March 11, 2004
twenty-four fishes in the deep blue sea and you forget to turn off the light so i'm flying in the marianas thinking of you and blue hamsters turning over end and ends in my mind, convoluted swirls like the flash of lantern light and just as indirect as chopin going in one ear and smoke over water spreading throughout my senses so are you ok or are you playing possum? i can't tell, you won't tell, and so i drown here wondering why fish burrow.
music of the moment - deep blue something - breakfast at tiffany's
mood of the moment - resigned.
music of the moment - deep blue something - breakfast at tiffany's
mood of the moment - resigned.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Sunday, March 07, 2004
spent the whole day playing guitar. skin on tips of left fingers probably grown about half a cm thicker :P
ooh. and jan gabarek is very very nice. though i think i didn't really do justice to the ticket, because i was so tired from ntus i found myself falling asleep. i hope subliminal hearing works, because what i heard was very...full-bodied? the saxaphone tone was absolutely beautiful, and it could range from an irish fiddle to a plaintive cry, and the pianist seemed simple at first because he was playing the accompaniment but once they got to their solo sections they really shone. i couldn't even track his improvisation, and he used quite a bit of modern techniques (like playing in the piano. as in, in.) the bassist too...playing below the bridge. but this most..impressive was the percussionist. well, for one, her setup looked like a while wall of...metallic things. the only way you could see her was because she was wearing a bright yellow outfit. and she was very animated. but..maan. i've never seen anyone play the percussion like her before. practically a whirling dervish. whoooo. good stuff :D
ooh. and jan gabarek is very very nice. though i think i didn't really do justice to the ticket, because i was so tired from ntus i found myself falling asleep. i hope subliminal hearing works, because what i heard was very...full-bodied? the saxaphone tone was absolutely beautiful, and it could range from an irish fiddle to a plaintive cry, and the pianist seemed simple at first because he was playing the accompaniment but once they got to their solo sections they really shone. i couldn't even track his improvisation, and he used quite a bit of modern techniques (like playing in the piano. as in, in.) the bassist too...playing below the bridge. but this most..impressive was the percussionist. well, for one, her setup looked like a while wall of...metallic things. the only way you could see her was because she was wearing a bright yellow outfit. and she was very animated. but..maan. i've never seen anyone play the percussion like her before. practically a whirling dervish. whoooo. good stuff :D
Monday, March 01, 2004
Saturday, February 28, 2004
random thoughts of the day,
i wonder how many users, especially in singapore, actually utilise more than a quarter of the preset words in their t9 dictionary. what with all the "alwaizzzzz" and "hahaz" and "frens" and all...*twitch*
the reason why kids are so confident is because they havent seen the real world yet. to them everything's possible because they haven't experienced failure, and they just dont know how hard things can get. the trick is to get them to keep the innocence without knowing it, and then you get your entrepreneur. or boss. or successful artist. or whatever.
i wonder how many users, especially in singapore, actually utilise more than a quarter of the preset words in their t9 dictionary. what with all the "alwaizzzzz" and "hahaz" and "frens" and all...*twitch*
the reason why kids are so confident is because they havent seen the real world yet. to them everything's possible because they haven't experienced failure, and they just dont know how hard things can get. the trick is to get them to keep the innocence without knowing it, and then you get your entrepreneur. or boss. or successful artist. or whatever.
man am i STUFFED. i think i should stop eating so much. like at buffets. at ponderosa. wow.
well, vcs turned out fine :D congrats to the team ending a 5 year title drought. the guys were over the moon...especially our resident german. and mr ngoei was so happy he gave us a treat ^^. so now i'm stuffed. ugh.
and yay for longdistance calls woohoo!! if you guys wanna get something to jinin send it to me quick quick by next week.
i seem to be very...succint. heck.
well, vcs turned out fine :D congrats to the team ending a 5 year title drought. the guys were over the moon...especially our resident german. and mr ngoei was so happy he gave us a treat ^^. so now i'm stuffed. ugh.
and yay for longdistance calls woohoo!! if you guys wanna get something to jinin send it to me quick quick by next week.
i seem to be very...succint. heck.
Friday, February 27, 2004
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