Saturday, 22 March 2008
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Friday, 14 March 2008
Afterthought
Photoshop ain't that bad after all.
I won't elaborate as it is probable that self-praising will be executed along the way. :) [i refuse to use a different orientation for my smilehs!!!!!!!!11111111 D:<]
Fifteen minutes to i-should-have-been-asleep-and-awoken-by-the-dang-alarm-clock time.
Owellz. Time made good by exploring the vast iTunes library.
Power up, full-force, mah friday.
Photoshop ain't that bad after all.
I won't elaborate as it is probable that self-praising will be executed along the way. :) [i refuse to use a different orientation for my smilehs!!!!!!!!11111111 D:<]
Fifteen minutes to i-should-have-been-asleep-and-awoken-by-the-dang-alarm-clock time.
Owellz. Time made good by exploring the vast iTunes library.
Power up, full-force, mah friday.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Sleeping With Giants
Aurelia.
It's amazing how i never got my heart 'broken', looking at the amount of tyos falling all out of love. They are more experienced than me in this specialism of life, are they not.
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Spasms of mild emoquestonecassitaneousity at most.
Owell.
WAIT! Allow me to write down the events of my life word-for-word like a normal blogger for a while.
[Dear Diary,
Yesterday was the Graduates' Fashion Show and i helped out as a dresser, basically it was free labour; a lot of bodies, a lot of backstage chaos; my model Sona K is from Slovakia and she is sixteen years old, it was pretty cool that we got to collect a lot of gorgeous badges however i was damn tired and i skipped school today, it feels good but i have yet to do anything for tomorrow's presentation and i think i'm so screwed but i'm in the midst of packing my room so i'm at a lost but that's about it thankyouverymuchiloveyoukkkbye but ohmy this is such a poor example of how written english should be like but whatever i dont care much anyway.
XOXO,
Writer]
Okay.
If you are quite free, go to Wake Me Up Music(Fueled By Ramen fakie!), a local 'indie'(i ask furiously for a few times too many 'IS THERE EVEN A MAINSTREAM MARKET HERE?!?!///') label. Ignore the grammatical error of under RENOVATION instead of under CONSTRUCTION, bad webpage design, and the multi-pixelated/grainy-which-falls-short-of-being-artistic photograph, go follow the instructions they have there, the whole clicking of the photograph activiteh and so on.
And laugh at our own countrymen trying to create something big.
BIG joke of themselves perhaps, in which they would have aptly suceeded.
Aurelia.
It's amazing how i never got my heart 'broken', looking at the amount of tyos falling all out of love. They are more experienced than me in this specialism of life, are they not.
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And i nevah get pms/moodysweeeeeeeeeengs!!!1111111111111111
Spasms of mild emoquestonecassitaneousity at most.
Owell.
WAIT! Allow me to write down the events of my life word-for-word like a normal blogger for a while.
[Dear Diary,
Yesterday was the Graduates' Fashion Show and i helped out as a dresser, basically it was free labour; a lot of bodies, a lot of backstage chaos; my model Sona K is from Slovakia and she is sixteen years old, it was pretty cool that we got to collect a lot of gorgeous badges however i was damn tired and i skipped school today, it feels good but i have yet to do anything for tomorrow's presentation and i think i'm so screwed but i'm in the midst of packing my room so i'm at a lost but that's about it thankyouverymuchiloveyoukkkbye but ohmy this is such a poor example of how written english should be like but whatever i dont care much anyway.
XOXO,
Writer]
Okay.
If you are quite free, go to Wake Me Up Music(Fueled By Ramen fakie!), a local 'indie'(i ask furiously for a few times too many 'IS THERE EVEN A MAINSTREAM MARKET HERE?!?!///') label. Ignore the grammatical error of under RENOVATION instead of under CONSTRUCTION, bad webpage design, and the multi-pixelated/grainy-which-falls-short-of-being-artistic photograph, go follow the instructions they have there, the whole clicking of the photograph activiteh and so on.
And laugh at our own countrymen trying to create something big.
BIG joke of themselves perhaps, in which they would have aptly suceeded.
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
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Anyway while particpating in my favourite activity a few days ago, i made a surprise discovery which left me awe-struck.
Gabe Saporta (born October 11, 1979 in Montevideo, Uruguay)Well what can i say. HELLO, FELLOW SCHECKSAY!!!!!111111
And the likes of Sean Patrick Flanery, Michelle Trachtenberg, Mark Zito and Michelle Wie.
Wiki power, and BrainyHistory gives a veh long list.
Looking through my pictures folder, i stumbled upon some hidden/forgotten treasure.
Erm.
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Hi, you know i don't really like multiple posting but i don't care i have made a discovery, you see after some pretty intense dog-wrestling and eating frog porridge without the frog and sharing our food with two very pretty stray cats with mesmerising eyes at geylang, we proceeded to fruit-shopping and i discovered that the grape is an extravagant fruit at $8.00 per kilogram and full watermelons are actually pretty schecksay but mangoes are the schecksayest of the lot!
Read about Mensa(no, not the SDC canteen in TP). I wanna join. :]
*leaves, suddenly recalling i have work to do, but i don't think i would leave that early since i still haven't surf the net enough and yeah i need to bathe before doing that i feel that this is so incoherent but the cerebral clicking continues and so my fingers move across the keyboard and i have no idea when i am going to stop but i guess now, after the asterisk yeah it should be so but whoa typing like this is addictive although it makes me look like i can hold my breath really well but anyway gotta jump*
Read about Mensa(no, not the SDC canteen in TP). I wanna join. :]
*leaves, suddenly recalling i have work to do, but i don't think i would leave that early since i still haven't surf the net enough and yeah i need to bathe before doing that i feel that this is so incoherent but the cerebral clicking continues and so my fingers move across the keyboard and i have no idea when i am going to stop but i guess now, after the asterisk yeah it should be so but whoa typing like this is addictive although it makes me look like i can hold my breath really well but anyway gotta jump*
Monday, 10 March 2008
Sunday Revival
I am starting a vocabulary bank, just like how missus Soong forced us to in Primary Five, but this time round it is voluntary.
Within my new notebook which features an animated cover.
'OPEN' by Lisa Moore, wunderhfool.
Ow my head is bursting with too much sleep. Which in between i rejected my employer to go to work.
BEST (Denki) is a very good place for post-school entertainment. Xbox and all that WWE shit. Impressive.
I am starting a vocabulary bank, just like how missus Soong forced us to in Primary Five, but this time round it is voluntary.
Within my new notebook which features an animated cover.
'OPEN' by Lisa Moore, wunderhfool.
Ow my head is bursting with too much sleep. Which in between i rejected my employer to go to work.
BEST (Denki) is a very good place for post-school entertainment. Xbox and all that WWE shit. Impressive.
Sunday, 9 March 2008
Confessions Of A Disturbed Sales Associate
Yes i refuse to use 'sales_____'.
Second half of the boss, and i am fifteen sparkly pristine minutes late.
Sawreh! I lost my way! Reallee!!!1111111onetwo
Verdict.
I don't talk to customers. :(
I was never meant for this life. Retail life. It is so. Pfft. Mundane is not even near. I need some extremity. Something constantly moving. I am so not interested in varicose veins.
Soli boss, CMI, i will make you lose money if you continue to have me.
I grant you permission to sack me. =XDEFG
Furthermore the place is heavenly quiet even on a Sunday. Since i am naturally shy, i can only make friends with the mannequins by walking around them. They have names. The two females being Indiana and Lucia, the male ones Lily and Hibiscus(they look pretty gay, even without the heads), in relation to the products they have on them.
I know retail seems a really easy job. Not for me though. Staying up late surfing through myspace on local bands makes it worse. I don't even have the energy to smile/talk. With the opposite Noobie-er, i mean, Newbie-shop blasting sweetie-pie Taiwan music, i could have cried.
Chicken rice(pretty good) made things better though.
Oei stranger(or whoever you are), i am not whining. I don't. I.AM.JUST.DISTURBED?!?!?!?!///////
Zed. Drats. Dregs.
I feel like punching someone. Interested applicants please leave a message on the tagboard. I am not responsible for any injuries/casualties though. Won't die one lah!
If it weren't for the money.
Yes i refuse to use 'sales_____'.
Second half of the boss, and i am fifteen sparkly pristine minutes late.
Sawreh! I lost my way! Reallee!!!1111111onetwo
Verdict.
I don't talk to customers. :(
I was never meant for this life. Retail life. It is so. Pfft. Mundane is not even near. I need some extremity. Something constantly moving. I am so not interested in varicose veins.
Soli boss, CMI, i will make you lose money if you continue to have me.
I grant you permission to sack me. =XDEFG
Furthermore the place is heavenly quiet even on a Sunday. Since i am naturally shy, i can only make friends with the mannequins by walking around them. They have names. The two females being Indiana and Lucia, the male ones Lily and Hibiscus(they look pretty gay, even without the heads), in relation to the products they have on them.
I know retail seems a really easy job. Not for me though. Staying up late surfing through myspace on local bands makes it worse. I don't even have the energy to smile/talk. With the opposite Noobie-er, i mean, Newbie-shop blasting sweetie-pie Taiwan music, i could have cried.
Chicken rice(pretty good) made things better though.
Oei stranger(or whoever you are), i am not whining. I don't. I.AM.JUST.DISTURBED?!?!?!?!///////
Zed. Drats. Dregs.
I feel like punching someone. Interested applicants please leave a message on the tagboard. I am not responsible for any injuries/casualties though. Won't die one lah!
If it weren't for the money.
Saturday, 8 March 2008
First Impressions Don't Matter
After waiting at HF bus interchange for half an hour wishing i was in the sky(cable car; i am not Nathan Petrelli), i finally stepped aboard the freeeging bus. The bus driver took fifteen minutes to shut off the engine, get down the two steps, walk to the toilet, unzip his pants(no, no, see no evil), P-E-E, zip it back, walk out of the toilet, walk back to the bus, and switch on the engines.
Very impressive.
Ten minutes late and i didn't call to inform, cause i was pretty captivated by the onroad scenery. And what a way to meet one half of my employer for the first time.
Rambles into the shop, "Sorry i'm late".
"Can you put your bag down".
PLONK, wee bit too loud perhaps.
"Can you tidy up your hair, it's very messy".
HELL NO, BITCH! IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!111111onetwo STYLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111
Obviously the above sentence is not in inverted commas so you get it i guess.
Snoreszxzxzzsxzsz.
Nothing peculiar really.
And so i embarked on the journey home. Opp Catholic JC omg that place is so romantic w0rsxxzsxzsxz. After waiting for half an hour or so(i tend to exaggerate in moments of injustice), the 156 came flying in the speed of light. I got up i SWEAR, to let the blindo driver see there is a person standing right before him, but he zoomed past meh. Nehmind, he looked back in agony(say 'awwwwwwwwwww') and the last moments before he turned back to the road i mouthed the seven sinful words. Certainly hope he saw it.
While we end the daily recorded events, we proceed. Just 'proceed' p-r-o-c-e-e-d yes.
Case Study 1: Increase In Rheumatism Cases by 2041
By 2041, an estimated 76% of the age group 50-80 would suffer from rheumatism. Scientists have observed that the less-than-generous seats in public buses will be a contributing factor to the increase of cases of the disorder which the aged are most prone to...
The findings suggest that majority of the 76% take buses on a daily basis, while those from the remaining quarter use private transport or take the train more regularly than taking the bus...
A survey conducted by the Centre Of Old People's Illnesses reveals that more than 67% of the population finds that the bus seats are too tightly-spaced apart for comfort...
Dr. Boo Har See, an osteoporosisist from BHS Limited & Co. Ptd. explains that when the knee comes tight with the back of the seat from where the subject is seated, combined with the staccato braking of the buses(due to errant bus drivers tyvm), bone tissues get worn off, as shown in the image below. In prolonged circumstances, the knee cap may cease to exist, or rather, become extinct in future generations due to natural selection and evolution.
(you get the picture :])
Dr. Boo's clinic has seen an increase in the amount of patients seeking treatment for rheumatism, where in serious cases patients have to get their legs amputated. Adults as young as 36 years old have came forward to seek treatment as well, which leads Dr. Boo to think that premature aging comes into the picture as well...
However, not all is lost. Dr. Boo suggests taking the train over the bus. Otherwise, you can have your legs surgically shortened at his branch clinic which specialises in cosmetic surgery. The last resort is not to go out at all, because after all we live in a very dangerous planet.
At the end of the day, it's all about caring for your body, Dr. Boo says.
Remember, as the old saying goes, "prevention is better than cure".
ASTERISK-ASTERISK-ASTERISK.
VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE: DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE AGAINST RACISM.
Case Study 2: Different Moral & Aesthetic Values In Our Countrymen?
It is not the first time that a difference between the different races has surfaced in sunny Singapore. After all, we are a young country with past examples of racial conflicts...
The matter at hand involves people asking "do our darker('darkest' is more appropriate)-skinned companions think they smell good?". An anonymous writer has written to The Straightjacket Times about his/her negavity about "how they smell". Our anonymous writer expressed that he/she feels that our darker-skinned buddies(DSB) "thinks they smell good, but they actually pollute the air". Below is an excerpt of the letter from him/her, as requested by the reader himself/herself.
Fridge time.
After waiting at HF bus interchange for half an hour wishing i was in the sky(cable car; i am not Nathan Petrelli), i finally stepped aboard the freeeging bus. The bus driver took fifteen minutes to shut off the engine, get down the two steps, walk to the toilet, unzip his pants(no, no, see no evil), P-E-E, zip it back, walk out of the toilet, walk back to the bus, and switch on the engines.
Very impressive.
Ten minutes late and i didn't call to inform, cause i was pretty captivated by the onroad scenery. And what a way to meet one half of my employer for the first time.
Rambles into the shop, "Sorry i'm late".
"Can you put your bag down".
PLONK, wee bit too loud perhaps.
"Can you tidy up your hair, it's very messy".
HELL NO, BITCH! IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!111111onetwo STYLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111
Obviously the above sentence is not in inverted commas so you get it i guess.
Snoreszxzxzzsxzsz.
Nothing peculiar really.
And so i embarked on the journey home. Opp Catholic JC omg that place is so romantic w0rsxxzsxzsxz. After waiting for half an hour or so(i tend to exaggerate in moments of injustice), the 156 came flying in the speed of light. I got up i SWEAR, to let the blindo driver see there is a person standing right before him, but he zoomed past meh. Nehmind, he looked back in agony(say 'awwwwwwwwwww') and the last moments before he turned back to the road i mouthed the seven sinful words. Certainly hope he saw it.
While we end the daily recorded events, we proceed. Just 'proceed' p-r-o-c-e-e-d yes.
Case Study 1: Increase In Rheumatism Cases by 2041
By 2041, an estimated 76% of the age group 50-80 would suffer from rheumatism. Scientists have observed that the less-than-generous seats in public buses will be a contributing factor to the increase of cases of the disorder which the aged are most prone to...
The findings suggest that majority of the 76% take buses on a daily basis, while those from the remaining quarter use private transport or take the train more regularly than taking the bus...
A survey conducted by the Centre Of Old People's Illnesses reveals that more than 67% of the population finds that the bus seats are too tightly-spaced apart for comfort...
Dr. Boo Har See, an osteoporosisist from BHS Limited & Co. Ptd. explains that when the knee comes tight with the back of the seat from where the subject is seated, combined with the staccato braking of the buses(due to errant bus drivers tyvm), bone tissues get worn off, as
(you get the picture :])Dr. Boo's clinic has seen an increase in the amount of patients seeking treatment for rheumatism, where in serious cases patients have to get their legs amputated. Adults as young as 36 years old have came forward to seek treatment as well, which leads Dr. Boo to think that premature aging comes into the picture as well...
However, not all is lost. Dr. Boo suggests taking the train over the bus. Otherwise, you can have your legs surgically shortened at his branch clinic which specialises in cosmetic surgery. The last resort is not to go out at all, because after all we live in a very dangerous planet.
At the end of the day, it's all about caring for your body, Dr. Boo says.
Remember, as the old saying goes, "prevention is better than cure".
ASTERISK-ASTERISK-ASTERISK.
VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE: DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE AGAINST RACISM.
Case Study 2: Different Moral & Aesthetic Values In Our Countrymen?
It is not the first time that a difference between the different races has surfaced in sunny Singapore. After all, we are a young country with past examples of racial conflicts...
The matter at hand involves people asking "do our darker('darkest' is more appropriate)-skinned companions think they smell good?". An anonymous writer has written to The Straightjacket Times about his/her negavity about "how they smell". Our anonymous writer expressed that he/she feels that our darker-skinned buddies(DSB) "thinks they smell good, but they actually pollute the air". Below is an excerpt of the letter from him/her, as requested by the reader himself/herself.
"
Dear Sir/Madam,
I was on the bus on my way home the other night. Everything was fine until one of our darker-skinned buddies(i call them DSB) came aboard. She was sitting directly in front of me and immediately(well, almost) i caught a whiff of the 'typical' smell coming from her. Mind you, it comes in successive waves!
I mean, i've had this question for years. Do our DSBs really think they smell good? It is so prevalent that it has lead me into thinking that it is a mating scent. In addition, it is more strongly spotted(sniffed) on adults. However, social experiment(s) and discussion(s) have proven otherwise. I can only conclude that DSBs' are trained since young to accept the fact that this is how they should smell like.
On the other hand, it is a relief that certain more compassionate and self-conscious ones move to the back of the vehicle. I utmostly appreciate and applaud their samaritanical efforts.
I just need a place to rant. I do not have any intention of starting a racial conflict.
TYVM.
Ex's and Oh's,
An Anonym"
Fridge time.
Friday, 7 March 2008
Making It Work
Hi.
So. Zed how do i start this.
Okayokayokay fast forward ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM yay!
Pardon me. I have writer's/designer's block.
And so i found a faster way to w-w-w-w-w-w-wwwwwwork. And there'd always be secondary school boys coming up the bus. And goodness they smell bad really. Why didn't i realise that. Must be my in-the-front-of-the-class seat; diffusion never succeeds in shifting the smell from the back.
So royalty's town food village. OMG memories!!!!!!!!~!~!~!~~ How do i explain this. Okay it's just that i used to follow my father around work when i was young, and here is one of those memorable places. And so i had fishball noodles for the first time in MONTHS shit man waddafargue. Yes by myself. Wondering if all the adults work this way, doing everything alone, with maybe only two insects crawlies accompanying them on the dining table. Really. So anyway. It felt really weird to have your stuff served to you, after months of hiding in the Designers' Pad. Really. Peculiar. Talk about excellent customer service; i think the older generation knows better.
Man it was so nolstagic i could have died. The drinks stall blasting FM95.8(say 'EE!' now), auntie coming around to collect moneh, just pure fan system instead of the fugly air-conditioners, and stray cats coming around. And the fresh fruits stall, trust me, it is totally fresh. Somehow i am unwilling to trust pseudo-kopitiams(deep-set irony!) with their murderous prices and
okay-only-to-keep-your-stomach-full food. OHOHOHOH and rainbow jelly as well. Sweet.
Oh good old confectionaries.
I know! I didn't know that i was from that old a generation. Har. While many people have turned angmoh for good, i refuse to let go of my hokkien songs. EEE DID I JUST SAY THAT. Yes i did. Believe it or not i go to getais.
And so i am in limbo. Too many influences clashing into oneself. Tsktsktsk. Must be the reason why i can relate to people from any level of society. Ethel W'H'ee can totally testify to that.
And so the limbo hangs on, but there'll always be balance.
Ahhhhhh and the royal arcade.
Ohman i never fail to amaze myself.
Anyway, reported on time despite almost being knocked down by a double-decker.
I am so traumatised. This caucasian mother and daughter came into the shop, and they were trying to get someone else a top. And i was forced to try on a SPAGHETTI TOP, V-NECK somemore. I have never been so humiliated before!!!!!!!!!1111112 :'(((((((((((((
See image below for more details.
[yes my technical expertise remains humbly at paint. (HEY AT LEAST I USE BRUSHES!)]
And indeed i am upset. Very. Scarred for life.
Blahblahblahblah hit the button again.
So in a moment of gei-kiangness tried to make full use of concession and take the bus home. But apparently i overshot by mani mani mani stops w0rsxzsxz.
And nevermind it's the first time. And i got home earlier than the blardee recommendation from sbstransit. Ha n00b and lousaye iris journey planner.
Consolation was i finally, finally, FINALLY found the chocolate-vanilla chupa chups, right at seven-eleven. It's a store and more. YESSSSSSSSSSS childhood fantasy. Doesn't taste as good as before, seems more like lychee(you won't be surprised; now milo tastes like nescafe) to me. BUT I don't care Choc/Vanilla pwns them all n00b flavours.
One day i will bring my dog to the mall. But first i have to get a dog. Whoa how cool is it, alaskan malamute in the mall.
Gah can't believe my weekend is gonna be on the chopping block. Where is the humanity?!?!?!////// Ohmy the idiosyncrasies of life. I still have yet to finish exploring the green line. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.
Long-winded? Yes.
A second. If you happen to pass by any poster involving mister selamat, please observe a moment of silence and look at it. Try to get the photoshop flaws. Next time maybe, i'll steal home one of the posters and do a show-and-tell.
I am starting to suspect that there is a labyrinth of ant tunnels tucked deep under my keypad.
While you ponder over this wicked theory, let's reignite our enthusiasm for the space and galaxy.
Discovery - First Time Machine
I know it's not related, but do you know that a day on Venus is equivalent to eight earth months?
Sounds good to me.
Hi.
So. Zed how do i start this.
Okayokayokay fast forward ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM yay!
Pardon me. I have writer's/designer's block.
And so i found a faster way to w-w-w-w-w-w-wwwwwwork. And there'd always be secondary school boys coming up the bus. And goodness they smell bad really. Why didn't i realise that. Must be my in-the-front-of-the-class seat; diffusion never succeeds in shifting the smell from the back.
So royalty's town food village. OMG memories!!!!!!!!~!~!~!~~ How do i explain this. Okay it's just that i used to follow my father around work when i was young, and here is one of those memorable places. And so i had fishball noodles for the first time in MONTHS shit man waddafargue. Yes by myself. Wondering if all the adults work this way, doing everything alone, with maybe only two insects crawlies accompanying them on the dining table. Really. So anyway. It felt really weird to have your stuff served to you, after months of hiding in the Designers' Pad. Really. Peculiar. Talk about excellent customer service; i think the older generation knows better.
Man it was so nolstagic i could have died. The drinks stall blasting FM95.8(say 'EE!' now), auntie coming around to collect moneh, just pure fan system instead of the fugly air-conditioners, and stray cats coming around. And the fresh fruits stall, trust me, it is totally fresh. Somehow i am unwilling to trust pseudo-kopitiams(deep-set irony!) with their murderous prices and
okay-only-to-keep-your-stomach-full food. OHOHOHOH and rainbow jelly as well. Sweet.
Oh good old confectionaries.
I know! I didn't know that i was from that old a generation. Har. While many people have turned angmoh for good, i refuse to let go of my hokkien songs. EEE DID I JUST SAY THAT. Yes i did. Believe it or not i go to getais.
And so i am in limbo. Too many influences clashing into oneself. Tsktsktsk. Must be the reason why i can relate to people from any level of society. Ethel W'H'ee can totally testify to that.
And so the limbo hangs on, but there'll always be balance.
Ahhhhhh and the royal arcade.
Ohman i never fail to amaze myself.
Anyway, reported on time despite almost being knocked down by a double-decker.
I am so traumatised. This caucasian mother and daughter came into the shop, and they were trying to get someone else a top. And i was forced to try on a SPAGHETTI TOP, V-NECK somemore. I have never been so humiliated before!!!!!!!!!1111112 :'(((((((((((((
See image below for more details.
[yes my technical expertise remains humbly at paint. (HEY AT LEAST I USE BRUSHES!)]And indeed i am upset. Very. Scarred for life.
Blahblahblahblah hit the button again.
So in a moment of gei-kiangness tried to make full use of concession and take the bus home. But apparently i overshot by mani mani mani stops w0rsxzsxz.
And nevermind it's the first time. And i got home earlier than the blardee recommendation from sbstransit. Ha n00b and lousaye iris journey planner.
Consolation was i finally, finally, FINALLY found the chocolate-vanilla chupa chups, right at seven-eleven. It's a store and more. YESSSSSSSSSSS childhood fantasy. Doesn't taste as good as before, seems more like lychee(you won't be surprised; now milo tastes like nescafe) to me. BUT I don't care Choc/Vanilla pwns them all n00b flavours.
One day i will bring my dog to the mall. But first i have to get a dog. Whoa how cool is it, alaskan malamute in the mall.
Gah can't believe my weekend is gonna be on the chopping block. Where is the humanity?!?!?!////// Ohmy the idiosyncrasies of life. I still have yet to finish exploring the green line. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.
Long-winded? Yes.
A second. If you happen to pass by any poster involving mister selamat, please observe a moment of silence and look at it. Try to get the photoshop flaws. Next time maybe, i'll steal home one of the posters and do a show-and-tell.
I am starting to suspect that there is a labyrinth of ant tunnels tucked deep under my keypad.
While you ponder over this wicked theory, let's reignite our enthusiasm for the space and galaxy.
Discovery - First Time Machine
I know it's not related, but do you know that a day on Venus is equivalent to eight earth months?
Sounds good to me.
Thursday, 6 March 2008
If the unsightly protrusions on the skin you call pimples are equivalent to flakes of gold, my face would be a filthy(not-the-perfect-adjective but owell) rich gold mine.
And of course i'm not showing it to the world.
Either way, acne doesn't actually make you rich, does it?
I should start getting a before-twelve lifestyle.
Oh who am i trying to kid, MYSELF?! Check out the schecksay digits less than 2cm away from this sentence.
Okay, like.
Here.
And of course i'm not showing it to the world.
Either way, acne doesn't actually make you rich, does it?
I should start getting a before-twelve lifestyle.
Oh who am i trying to kid, MYSELF?! Check out the schecksay digits less than 2cm away from this sentence.
Okay, like.
Here.
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Pledge to go fur-free at PETA.org
http://www.furisdead.com/feat/ChineseFurFarms/
Fuck. Of all the live cooking of cats/bludgeoning of seals, this is the worst.
OMG FUCK. When i have enough money i will fly to China and skin these fuckers alive. No. I will stab them a million times and wait for ten minutes before skinning them alive.
KNNBCCB fuckers.
Dang inner beng.
P.S. I am not, in any way, a vehement supporter of PETA or their campaigns/activities; i'm just judging on the undercover videos themselves, how some dumbasses treat animals like shit. Some statements PETA makes aren't exactly clever, anyway. Though i hope putting my name on the dang list helps.
Saturday, 1 March 2008
Degeneration Of The World And Its People
And so there is The Rise of The (Unneccesary) Symbols.
As if twiiting wasn't enough, the new generation of smileys/symbols/another-way-to-self-destruct touchdowns. So yesterday's !,@,$,+, & have evolved to stuff like
1. ღ
2. ♥
3. ツ
4. ☆
So they use japanese characters as well. Wasn't too difficult to obtain these. Straight from twiits' msn nicknames or lian wannabes ' friendster profiles. Delicious. Yes. And this
(̅_̅_̅_̅(̲̲̲̲̲̅̅̅̅̅̅(̅_̅_̲̅м̲̅a̲̅я̲̅l̲̅b̲̅o̲̅r̲̅o̲̅̅_̅_̅_̅()
appears very much on msn nicknames, like since 2006.
I can't fathom those people who say they are under the process of 'zilian'-ing and still put that as their photo captions. Same case for 'camwhore'. And if you think you look 'ugly' in a particular photo, why even bother uploading it and wasting five minutes of your blardee life?
Okay nehmindnehmind let them degenerate.
Seems like photoshopped photos are BEEEEEEEEG right now. Especially those kind which turns you into green/red/yellow/orange and all the other weird shades. I can't use my Adobe software and that may be a problematic issue, but i'm not in jest, just that i don't like those too.
Proceeding to story of the post.
Do not continue unless you are on your deathbed/falling asleep/in a state of subconsciousness.
The Search for the Man
Julian Hee, Manhunt 2002
Isaac Mong, Manhunt 2006
Gordon Tan, Manhunt 2008
Mas Selamat Kastari, Manhunt 2009
Wellwell the candidates seem to get worse by the year don't they.
Lolol man this project virtually destroyed my day. Nehmind, considering it's late.
By now i hope you have realised that it is a joke, and that you have overcame the shock.
I was thinking, why not check out the guys from Manhunt and see if they are comparatively hot. Disappointing, and i doubt anyone will disagree. Winners get visibly older and fuglier as years pass by. Tsktsk. Applies to JI(chicken) dood as well.
Anw found this from here.
MANHUNT SINGAPORE (1988 - 2004)
I don't think it serves any use actually; just for the aesthetics ya know. The longer the better. Teeheeheehee.
Anyway, time to do a proper one on Mister Headlines.
I find it pretty lame for an almost-lame man to escape a frigging high-security DETENTION CENTRE. Yeah good, throw our face. All of you bullshit civil servants can't outrun a limping chestnut, or can't see someone not dressed up in uniform limp away gracefully. Wot's the blardee problem man.
And so this website criticises the local security.
When i got the news on Thursday i had this premonition that Selamat won't get arrested. EEEE!~ And what the hell is it with all the elaborate operations. Haven't they heard of the old saying?! I know those are the basic things to do, but if i were Selamat, i would hide until it's safer to go.
He's prolly watching the news from a kopitiam teevee now with a cap covering his face. Or hiding out in one of the attap houses at the Buangkok kampung. Or the haunted house at Punggol End!
The next time we get news of him will most likely be of his body floating on Changi Beach or someone sniffing out his dead body in the lush greenery of Lower Seletar Reservoir. Or a set of skeletons belonging to him in the haunted house ten years later. I secretly wish for an exciting chasing-the-criminal escapade a la Catch Me If You Can but current circumstances don't really allow. Most wanted militant can. Eh but, Selamat versus DiCaprio hahahahaharofl. It's hard to spot him really since he looks like any other local malay. His height of 1.6m is not anywhere impressive either.
Lololol and there's this 58-year-old attention seeker who called the police from a public phone saying he is Selamat and threatening to blow up multiple places.
Considering IF they manage to get him alive, just lock him up in some asylum. Even if he isn't mad, lock him up until he suffers from permanent mental damage.
Seems like we are all dying of either rising sea levels from melting ice caps(soon!!!!!!!!11) or from some no-brain terrorist limping around.
Whatever happened to bad guys looking good.
Sylar, good old Sylar.
How Indie Are You? Emo?
I'm calling myself now cause i think my ringtone kicks ass. Totally. :]
March 2, 2:50.
And so there is The Rise of The (Unneccesary) Symbols.
As if twiiting wasn't enough, the new generation of smileys/symbols/another-way-to-self-destruct touchdowns. So yesterday's !,@,$,+, & have evolved to stuff like
1. ღ
2. ♥
3. ツ
4. ☆
So they use japanese characters as well. Wasn't too difficult to obtain these. Straight from twiits' msn nicknames or lian wannabes ' friendster profiles. Delicious. Yes. And this
(̅_̅_̅_̅(̲̲̲̲̲̅̅̅̅̅̅(̅_̅_̲̅м̲̅a̲̅я̲̅l̲̅b̲̅o̲̅r̲̅o̲̅̅_̅_̅_̅()
appears very much on msn nicknames, like since 2006.
I can't fathom those people who say they are under the process of 'zilian'-ing and still put that as their photo captions. Same case for 'camwhore'. And if you think you look 'ugly' in a particular photo, why even bother uploading it and wasting five minutes of your blardee life?
Okay nehmindnehmind let them degenerate.
Seems like photoshopped photos are BEEEEEEEEG right now. Especially those kind which turns you into green/red/yellow/orange and all the other weird shades. I can't use my Adobe software and that may be a problematic issue, but i'm not in jest, just that i don't like those too.
Proceeding to story of the post.
Do not continue unless you are on your deathbed/falling asleep/in a state of subconsciousness.
The Search for the Man
Julian Hee, Manhunt 2002
Isaac Mong, Manhunt 2006
Gordon Tan, Manhunt 2008
Mas Selamat Kastari, Manhunt 2009(And it's pretty intensive!!!!!!!!!!11111111two3four)
Wellwell the candidates seem to get worse by the year don't they.
Lolol man this project virtually destroyed my day. Nehmind, considering it's late.
By now i hope you have realised that it is a joke, and that you have overcame the shock.
I was thinking, why not check out the guys from Manhunt and see if they are comparatively hot. Disappointing, and i doubt anyone will disagree. Winners get visibly older and fuglier as years pass by. Tsktsk. Applies to JI(chicken) dood as well.
Anw found this from here.
MANHUNT SINGAPORE (1988 - 2004)
1988 RANDY LOO ENG SENG 1989 ZACK ZAINAL ABIDIN 1990 CALVIN FOO KWEE FOH 1991 IGNATIUS TEO BOON PEW 1992 MICAH WONG EN TECK 1993 KENNETH TAN MUN CHOY 1994 BENEDICT GOH WEI CHEH 3rd Runner-up & Mr Personality 1996/97 KEVIN KHOO MIN CHUEN 1998 FRANCIS CHUA 1999 EDDIE OH M. Y Mr. Physique & Mr. Popularity 2000 BRANDON CHOO 2nd Runner up - Manhunt International and Best Groomed Award 2001 TAN WEI JIN 2002 JULIAN HEE Mr. Healthy Lifestyle 2003/04 GEORGE CHEN KIM SHEONG 2006 ISAAC MONG Mr. Popularity 2007 ELSON GOH ZHEN WEI 2008 GORDON TAN
I don't think it serves any use actually; just for the aesthetics ya know. The longer the better. Teeheeheehee.
Anyway, time to do a proper one on Mister Headlines.
I find it pretty lame for an almost-lame man to escape a frigging high-security DETENTION CENTRE. Yeah good, throw our face. All of you bullshit civil servants can't outrun a limping chestnut, or can't see someone not dressed up in uniform limp away gracefully. Wot's the blardee problem man.
And so this website criticises the local security.
When i got the news on Thursday i had this premonition that Selamat won't get arrested. EEEE!~ And what the hell is it with all the elaborate operations. Haven't they heard of the old saying?! I know those are the basic things to do, but if i were Selamat, i would hide until it's safer to go.
He's prolly watching the news from a kopitiam teevee now with a cap covering his face. Or hiding out in one of the attap houses at the Buangkok kampung. Or the haunted house at Punggol End!
The next time we get news of him will most likely be of his body floating on Changi Beach or someone sniffing out his dead body in the lush greenery of Lower Seletar Reservoir. Or a set of skeletons belonging to him in the haunted house ten years later. I secretly wish for an exciting chasing-the-criminal escapade a la Catch Me If You Can but current circumstances don't really allow. Most wanted militant can. Eh but, Selamat versus DiCaprio hahahahaharofl. It's hard to spot him really since he looks like any other local malay. His height of 1.6m is not anywhere impressive either.
Lololol and there's this 58-year-old attention seeker who called the police from a public phone saying he is Selamat and threatening to blow up multiple places.
Considering IF they manage to get him alive, just lock him up in some asylum. Even if he isn't mad, lock him up until he suffers from permanent mental damage.
Seems like we are all dying of either rising sea levels from melting ice caps(soon!!!!!!!!11) or from some no-brain terrorist limping around.
Whatever happened to bad guys looking good.
Sylar, good old Sylar.
How Indie Are You? Emo?
I'm calling myself now cause i think my ringtone kicks ass. Totally. :]
March 2, 2:50.
Friday, 29 February 2008
Indifferent Countrymen And Teleporting Folk
SILKSCREEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!111112345
Singaporean and Suspicious Item.
Nine-fifty for the second row. Five minutes into Jumper and i knew it was going to be bad. What bullshit introduction was that, i mean. And started getting giddy due to the lack of blood reaching the brain which was caused by tilting up the head for a prolonged period of time. Not helping that there was a low level of blood glucose thanks to a tight schedule. I didn't even get half of the moneh back with Christensen's face morphed/mutated due to the level difference.
Anyway, try to convince me that The Water Horse is better but i don't think rate of success will be high.
I don't know what's wrong, but things just happen lately.
I know this song has been overkilled, but i just played it on iTunes instinctively. Somehow.
My ailing hamster made me see stuff. As in, cranially.
I'm gonna get inspired from this discounted book i got at PageOne bookfair in school.
Who doesn't like bookfairs.
WTF 'FTW' is gaining popularity. ohmygourd/ohmygauze spam/spams/spasm.
Random realisation on my part.
So it's a leap day?
SILKSCREEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!111112345
Singaporean and Suspicious Item.
Nine-fifty for the second row. Five minutes into Jumper and i knew it was going to be bad. What bullshit introduction was that, i mean. And started getting giddy due to the lack of blood reaching the brain which was caused by tilting up the head for a prolonged period of time. Not helping that there was a low level of blood glucose thanks to a tight schedule. I didn't even get half of the moneh back with Christensen's face morphed/mutated due to the level difference.
Anyway, try to convince me that The Water Horse is better but i don't think rate of success will be high.
I don't know what's wrong, but things just happen lately.
I know this song has been overkilled, but i just played it on iTunes instinctively. Somehow.
My ailing hamster made me see stuff. As in, cranially.
I'm gonna get inspired from this discounted book i got at PageOne bookfair in school.
Who doesn't like bookfairs.
WTF 'FTW' is gaining popularity. ohmygourd/ohmygauze spam/spams/spasm.
Random realisation on my part.
So it's a leap day?
Thursday, 28 February 2008
We Are All Gonna Die One Day
One day I woke up woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cashdogg was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
Called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
Wrote her a letter that said I’d miss her and signed that goodbye...
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel fine
We took a drive and we drove thru d.c.
To see the places we lived, long conversations
We talked of old friends and all the things that we did
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made...did we live it right?
You know the happiest day of my life I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
You know the happiest day of my life
I know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did that make dying seem a happy thing.
A lonely and long bus ride on a virtually empty bus, grey clouds out of the window, tuning in to GC, the most lethal concoction to kill the mind. From learning that the leader of the Singapore terrorist Jemaah Islamiyah (JI) network, Mas Selamat Kastari has escaped from some noobass detention centre, i went through some kind of, i don't know, emotional distress, thinking about how young i would die.
Not just that, and the possibility that Selamat(is it reverse sarcasm or wot) guy doesn't contact headquarters and starts bombing places just from shampoo/oil/milk powder bought from seven-eleven is almost nil, but. It just sort of make me wake up. Shall not elaborate okay.
I just had the foresight i have to go on an exploration, somehow.
So familiar.
reason behind the sudden bnw-ness, tsktsk.
whoa big changes since my last time there in peefive with tuition teacher. heartwarming that auntie anne and kenny rogers are still there.
finale.
If i'm lucky enough i may just finally get a jawb.
Clarke Quay was never so beautiful. Very narratively, i just stood on the bridge linking the two sides of CQ, looking into the sea and sipping lemonade from Auntie Anne's combo. Watched the neon lights reflected from the neon pink 'Riverside Point' sign dance on the water, which was further enhanced by the pure white light coming from below the parapet, and i felt like. Cryingsxzxz. Gee is there no other word that doesn't sound so nooblet eight-year-oldish.
And just plainly looking into the night sky, the polished glass of the nearby building, just made me feel so alive. The wind was blowing and i was smilingblahblahblah. We. Need. Substitutes. Yes sometimes we should just stop and stare. I don't care if i have the money or pleasure just to sit in the posh riverside cafes/restaurants like those angmohs do, but CQ was so beautiful today.
I would have explored the way to Boat Quay as well but due to time and weather constraints, sort of pushed it away.
Lalala somehow don't feel like elaborating. I totally maxed the day. :)
I would like to thank bus service one-nine-five for making me where i am today.
While mister fugitive is still making it work, may i implore some kind soul to watch the following films with me. Please.
1. Sweeney Todd
2. Persepolis
3. Juno
4. There Will Be Blood
5. No Country for Old Men
I don't care anym0resxzsxzxzsxzs.
One day I woke up woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cashdogg was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
Called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
Wrote her a letter that said I’d miss her and signed that goodbye...
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel fine
We took a drive and we drove thru d.c.
To see the places we lived, long conversations
We talked of old friends and all the things that we did
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made...did we live it right?
You know the happiest day of my life I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
You know the happiest day of my life
I know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did that make dying seem a happy thing.
A lonely and long bus ride on a virtually empty bus, grey clouds out of the window, tuning in to GC, the most lethal concoction to kill the mind. From learning that the leader of the Singapore terrorist Jemaah Islamiyah (JI) network, Mas Selamat Kastari has escaped from some noobass detention centre, i went through some kind of, i don't know, emotional distress, thinking about how young i would die.
Not just that, and the possibility that Selamat(is it reverse sarcasm or wot) guy doesn't contact headquarters and starts bombing places just from shampoo/oil/milk powder bought from seven-eleven is almost nil, but. It just sort of make me wake up. Shall not elaborate okay.
I just had the foresight i have to go on an exploration, somehow.
So familiar.
reason behind the sudden bnw-ness, tsktsk.
whoa big changes since my last time there in peefive with tuition teacher. heartwarming that auntie anne and kenny rogers are still there.
finale.
If i'm lucky enough i may just finally get a jawb.
Clarke Quay was never so beautiful. Very narratively, i just stood on the bridge linking the two sides of CQ, looking into the sea and sipping lemonade from Auntie Anne's combo. Watched the neon lights reflected from the neon pink 'Riverside Point' sign dance on the water, which was further enhanced by the pure white light coming from below the parapet, and i felt like. Cryingsxzxz. Gee is there no other word that doesn't sound so nooblet eight-year-oldish.
And just plainly looking into the night sky, the polished glass of the nearby building, just made me feel so alive. The wind was blowing and i was smilingblahblahblah. We. Need. Substitutes. Yes sometimes we should just stop and stare. I don't care if i have the money or pleasure just to sit in the posh riverside cafes/restaurants like those angmohs do, but CQ was so beautiful today.
I would have explored the way to Boat Quay as well but due to time and weather constraints, sort of pushed it away.
Lalala somehow don't feel like elaborating. I totally maxed the day. :)
I would like to thank bus service one-nine-five for making me where i am today.
While mister fugitive is still making it work, may i implore some kind soul to watch the following films with me. Please.
1. Sweeney Todd
2. Persepolis
3. Juno
4. There Will Be Blood
5. No Country for Old Men
I don't care anym0resxzsxzxzsxzs.
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Cells and Laughs
Apparently this is my six hundredth post whoa.
And so the dust settles. The IMD computer lab is so schecksay can. Wide, pristine screens, pinhole scrolling wheel(the default Mac mouse doesn't have scrolling wheel), lip-smacking good. And we learn to make websites, cool or wot. Yes i know i am abnormal cause nobody finds it appealing except me and that prolly explains why i am the only ADM-er in the class.
On this humid, dreary and surreal(or say, depressive) Wednesday. The hot sun fries my brain and decapitates my verbal ability. Man i felt like i was floating around and spinning in some unknown jiggly orbit. Nehmindnehmind irrelevant i know.
There's this thing about 9am-12pm classes. I return home lying on my parents' bed, chewing Sour Scoox in the austere colour of ocean blue, watching National Geographic Channel.
So first came "China's Hollywood". Don't ask me why i just have this mysterious penchant for China-related shows, especially those which take you into the imperial palaces. Anyway today's show is about the rising popularity of Chinese films and directors and stars and all that.
"Showreal Asia: Supercells". Which talks about the use of stem cells to cure diseases and illnesses. Stem cells, by nature, are the basic building blocks of all multi-cellular organisms, and undergo cell division and are responsible for the repair of cells.
The belief that stem cell can cure various sickness is unproven yet, but parts of Asia like Bangkok and China are already shifting it from the laboratory to the operational table. This episode takes us along the journeys of a handful of individuals, who all flocked to Asia from the West, on seeking alternative treatment.
Somehow watching this programme made me went through a major emotional crisis. Not like it was the first time getting to know this whole stem cell thing. Doesn't it feel funny. Like we all started from stem cells, and they multiply and grow, and we become this big.
And the thing is most of the patients have seen recovery, including a man in his fifties, who had heart failure such that his heart can only pump 15% of the blood in his body. Doctors at Bangkok Hospital inserted stem cells DIRECTLY into his heart by slicing the flesh open(and you could see the heart pumping). Before this operation he was on the waiting list to get a heart transplant, and now he no longer needs one. Is that a miracle or wot.
And so did a man, who suffered from paralysis chest down from a car accident. He could move his legs and clench his left hand into a fist after six shots of stem cells into his spine. And there was this part where SG was mentioned, and the doctor who cloned Dolly the Sheep was actually based here(don't know about now) to research on embryonic stem cells. SG, THE HUB OF BIOMEDICAL SCIENCE HELLYEAH.
But there were cases where nothing much changed. Bo, a very young kid, suffers from brain damage from a near-drowning experience, and there wasn't any improvement after treatment. Ah man.
And there's the thing about adult stem cells and (umbilical) cord blood cells, which have their pros and cons respectively.
Ohhhh. Can you imagine what the future would be like if stem cells can cure the incurable? Scientists are working on deriving brain cells and liver tissues and bone cells from stem cells, and who knows there might be solutions to Parkinson's, stroke or even cancer in the near future. OMG this is so spine-tingling.
And embryonic cells are like. The EMBRYO. Which means the almost-there foetus. Yeah but the Dolly-creator says they use cells from dead embryos for research.
But then the issue of humanity is raised. What if this is working against the force of nature. What if we were all pre-destined to die in one way or another? And science interrrupts. We don't really know if it's for the better or the worse do we?
Will we even die of anything else except from old age?
I know i know it's all about science, but i can't help wondering.
Sometimes i don't know what i want to be when i grow up. I'm like, I WANT TO BE PART OF EVERYTHING. Quite impossible right, so i shall continue seeing the face of VTOHS.
Educational channels ftw.
Mould.
M-O-U-L-D.
M.O.U.L.D.
mOuLd.
I was so serious i took out my magnifying glass dunnchpraypray.
And so there is the outcry that Paramore is now a 'sellout'. I feel that 'sellout' is a very demeaning word. If the music sells, nobody can help it right. That's why they are 'mainstream'. People who say that are most probably childish and green-eyed twelve-year-old kids.
Oh these made my day. :]
Wanna Buy A Ghost?
Funny Baby
Apparently this is my six hundredth post whoa.
And so the dust settles. The IMD computer lab is so schecksay can. Wide, pristine screens, pinhole scrolling wheel(the default Mac mouse doesn't have scrolling wheel), lip-smacking good. And we learn to make websites, cool or wot. Yes i know i am abnormal cause nobody finds it appealing except me and that prolly explains why i am the only ADM-er in the class.
On this humid, dreary and surreal(or say, depressive) Wednesday. The hot sun fries my brain and decapitates my verbal ability. Man i felt like i was floating around and spinning in some unknown jiggly orbit. Nehmindnehmind irrelevant i know.
There's this thing about 9am-12pm classes. I return home lying on my parents' bed, chewing Sour Scoox in the austere colour of ocean blue, watching National Geographic Channel.
So first came "China's Hollywood". Don't ask me why i just have this mysterious penchant for China-related shows, especially those which take you into the imperial palaces. Anyway today's show is about the rising popularity of Chinese films and directors and stars and all that.
"Showreal Asia: Supercells". Which talks about the use of stem cells to cure diseases and illnesses. Stem cells, by nature, are the basic building blocks of all multi-cellular organisms, and undergo cell division and are responsible for the repair of cells.
The belief that stem cell can cure various sickness is unproven yet, but parts of Asia like Bangkok and China are already shifting it from the laboratory to the operational table. This episode takes us along the journeys of a handful of individuals, who all flocked to Asia from the West, on seeking alternative treatment.
Somehow watching this programme made me went through a major emotional crisis. Not like it was the first time getting to know this whole stem cell thing. Doesn't it feel funny. Like we all started from stem cells, and they multiply and grow, and we become this big.
And the thing is most of the patients have seen recovery, including a man in his fifties, who had heart failure such that his heart can only pump 15% of the blood in his body. Doctors at Bangkok Hospital inserted stem cells DIRECTLY into his heart by slicing the flesh open(and you could see the heart pumping). Before this operation he was on the waiting list to get a heart transplant, and now he no longer needs one. Is that a miracle or wot.
And so did a man, who suffered from paralysis chest down from a car accident. He could move his legs and clench his left hand into a fist after six shots of stem cells into his spine. And there was this part where SG was mentioned, and the doctor who cloned Dolly the Sheep was actually based here(don't know about now) to research on embryonic stem cells. SG, THE HUB OF BIOMEDICAL SCIENCE HELLYEAH.
But there were cases where nothing much changed. Bo, a very young kid, suffers from brain damage from a near-drowning experience, and there wasn't any improvement after treatment. Ah man.
And there's the thing about adult stem cells and (umbilical) cord blood cells, which have their pros and cons respectively.
Ohhhh. Can you imagine what the future would be like if stem cells can cure the incurable? Scientists are working on deriving brain cells and liver tissues and bone cells from stem cells, and who knows there might be solutions to Parkinson's, stroke or even cancer in the near future. OMG this is so spine-tingling.
And embryonic cells are like. The EMBRYO. Which means the almost-there foetus. Yeah but the Dolly-creator says they use cells from dead embryos for research.
But then the issue of humanity is raised. What if this is working against the force of nature. What if we were all pre-destined to die in one way or another? And science interrrupts. We don't really know if it's for the better or the worse do we?
Will we even die of anything else except from old age?
I know i know it's all about science, but i can't help wondering.
Sometimes i don't know what i want to be when i grow up. I'm like, I WANT TO BE PART OF EVERYTHING. Quite impossible right, so i shall continue seeing the face of VTOHS.
Educational channels ftw.
Mould.
M-O-U-L-D.
M.O.U.L.D.
mOuLd.
I was so serious i took out my magnifying glass dunnchpraypray.
And so there is the outcry that Paramore is now a 'sellout'. I feel that 'sellout' is a very demeaning word. If the music sells, nobody can help it right. That's why they are 'mainstream'. People who say that are most probably childish and green-eyed twelve-year-old kids.
Oh these made my day. :]
Wanna Buy A Ghost?
Funny Baby
Baby Laugh
Hahaha
Funny Baby "Blood"
Baby Laughing Devil Laugh 2
I wonder what went through their mind lololol.
Eh it's doubly proven that DIY dye doesn't work. Ohwell at least i got rid of the blonde.
Hahaha
Funny Baby "Blood"
Baby Laughing Devil Laugh 2
I wonder what went through their mind lololol.
Eh it's doubly proven that DIY dye doesn't work. Ohwell at least i got rid of the blonde.
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Changing The World
I am sure there is a conspiracy against me. Course-wide confidential secret organisation underhand evil plan. Otherwise explain to me why since the new block started yesterday, i have yet seen the farging face of the lecturer, when i am in the farging right classroom all the while. Well i am going treasure-hunting now. Without a map, without any lifelines. Wish me luck. TY in advance.
Okay wait. I'm back, two minutes later. So i asked another student who is the only sign of life here, and she said the fucking piece of shit in the manifestation of a freeloading lecturer in Temasek Polytechnic Design School WAS HERE YESTERDAY. Like what the fuck knargh bay lecturer big or wot. I mean can't he even send an email or call or wot? Okay by that i conclude that he must either be:-
1. blind, such that he can't type
2. have his arms chopped off in a helicopter freak accident, such that he can't call/type
3. mute, such that he knows he can't make any sound when he calls.
But why whould he qualify as a lecturer that way? How about a busker?
Well yes you can see i am right in the centre of the energy field of the fury right now.
Moving on to better stuff, and to waste my life away in this asylum. No actually i love computer labs. I was actually looking forward to this subject albeit the bad reviews from friends who heard from their friends. I seriously see no harm learning java and html and all. But this knargh bayer has certainly done his job well by making us all see lecturers are fucked-up pieces of shit. Exception exception.
Oh how could i forget about Xorex. Yesterday. After leaving class in the notion that fucked-up lecturer wasn't coming(and he might have just entered a second after i left, drama-wise), i went queueing up at blardee Xorex and they took THIRTY FRICKING MINUTES to serve one customer. Library was the saviour, although not the best choice. I mean, waddafargue is wrong with them?!?!/1/1/1 There's a story. So in the past(at least when i first came in here), there was Professional Lady One(PL1) and Professional Auntie One(PA1). For some unknown reason PA1 left, and in came Noob Auntie One(NA1), like in January or so. After that for some other unknown reason NA1 got murdered for her daftness, and for some unfathomable reason we got a new Noob Auntie Two(NA2). So that equates to PL1 and NA2. And yest there was only NA2 and the mysterious man in the sample A1-sized poster present, and it couldn't been worse. All thanks to people from other school raiding out facilities, i thank you from the bottom of my heart, but first i would like to give you a punch in the face. Seriously, Moses, just conjure up a more spacious place INSIDE TDS, and get more computers. Or create express lanes for Des students. Or just put up a sign to ask other students to toot off.
Yes, as i was saying, two paragraphs earlier. Watched 'L Change The World' yesterday. Seriously before 4.40pm i would never be caught dead watching a Japanese/Korean movie, but the odds were against me, with two pro-jap/korea activists by my side. My efforts of "BUT I WANT TO WATCH JUNO!!!!1111@^&$!#%^#$!#" were futile, and i walked into the trap unknowingly.
Trap trap trap. Seriously before the movie i thought L was the cool type of guy. But when he appeared for the first time with his back to the camera i seriously had this tendency of a thought that he would turn around looking like Gollum HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And for movies between the introduction and actual film there would be this transition period where they insert the title and all, and for this movie they had these blurry images flashing across, which all showed L in hilariously idiotic poses, and i was like laughing in the whole silence of Hall 2. And so Ethel says, "Wahlao you so bad" and i reply, "But he looks like a retard" and i laugh even harder. And there would be the occasional crooning of "sooo cute" and "sooo cool".
And he would be jumping onto the chair in a way which is hauntingly reminiscent of Ju-on.
Then he would be walking like a hunched back old man, and picking up things with only his thumb and index. I like the irony that cool guy L loves to eat candy. Though he wasn't exactly very cool in this movie, being a babysitter at all. Okay self-admittedly he is quite tall and has semi-long hair lalala. Nah it'll just be a fluttering whimsie. (teehee)
And i wonder why Juno is NC16 when L Change The World certainly has violence, and a lot of gore. Tsktsk, some serious problem with the MDA or something.
More peeekchures for your viewing pleasure and my googling enjoyment.
Ken'ichi Matsuyama
Ohman serious stuff, i feel like punching those people who sit on the raised contraption right near the entrance of the bus. You know, the grey part that goes below the TVMobile thing. I mean, fine, if you are aged and all, go ahead, then yest this cheena bitch was like sitting there and being a total nuisance. YES YES BRING IN MORE CHINA PEOPLE WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH PESTS IN THE COUNTRY!
L didn't change the world.
I did.
I am sure there is a conspiracy against me. Course-wide confidential secret organisation underhand evil plan. Otherwise explain to me why since the new block started yesterday, i have yet seen the farging face of the lecturer, when i am in the farging right classroom all the while. Well i am going treasure-hunting now. Without a map, without any lifelines. Wish me luck. TY in advance.
Okay wait. I'm back, two minutes later. So i asked another student who is the only sign of life here, and she said the fucking piece of shit in the manifestation of a freeloading lecturer in Temasek Polytechnic Design School WAS HERE YESTERDAY. Like what the fuck knargh bay lecturer big or wot. I mean can't he even send an email or call or wot? Okay by that i conclude that he must either be:-
1. blind, such that he can't type
2. have his arms chopped off in a helicopter freak accident, such that he can't call/type
3. mute, such that he knows he can't make any sound when he calls.
But why whould he qualify as a lecturer that way? How about a busker?
Well yes you can see i am right in the centre of the energy field of the fury right now.
Moving on to better stuff, and to waste my life away in this asylum. No actually i love computer labs. I was actually looking forward to this subject albeit the bad reviews from friends who heard from their friends. I seriously see no harm learning java and html and all. But this knargh bayer has certainly done his job well by making us all see lecturers are fucked-up pieces of shit. Exception exception.
Oh how could i forget about Xorex. Yesterday. After leaving class in the notion that fucked-up lecturer wasn't coming(and he might have just entered a second after i left, drama-wise), i went queueing up at blardee Xorex and they took THIRTY FRICKING MINUTES to serve one customer. Library was the saviour, although not the best choice. I mean, waddafargue is wrong with them?!?!/1/1/1 There's a story. So in the past(at least when i first came in here), there was Professional Lady One(PL1) and Professional Auntie One(PA1). For some unknown reason PA1 left, and in came Noob Auntie One(NA1), like in January or so. After that for some other unknown reason NA1 got murdered for her daftness, and for some unfathomable reason we got a new Noob Auntie Two(NA2). So that equates to PL1 and NA2. And yest there was only NA2 and the mysterious man in the sample A1-sized poster present, and it couldn't been worse. All thanks to people from other school raiding out facilities, i thank you from the bottom of my heart, but first i would like to give you a punch in the face. Seriously, Moses, just conjure up a more spacious place INSIDE TDS, and get more computers. Or create express lanes for Des students. Or just put up a sign to ask other students to toot off.
Yes, as i was saying, two paragraphs earlier. Watched 'L Change The World' yesterday. Seriously before 4.40pm i would never be caught dead watching a Japanese/Korean movie, but the odds were against me, with two pro-jap/korea activists by my side. My efforts of "BUT I WANT TO WATCH JUNO!!!!1111@^&$!#%^#$!#" were futile, and i walked into the trap unknowingly.
Trap trap trap. Seriously before the movie i thought L was the cool type of guy. But when he appeared for the first time with his back to the camera i seriously had this tendency of a thought that he would turn around looking like Gollum HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And for movies between the introduction and actual film there would be this transition period where they insert the title and all, and for this movie they had these blurry images flashing across, which all showed L in hilariously idiotic poses, and i was like laughing in the whole silence of Hall 2. And so Ethel says, "Wahlao you so bad" and i reply, "But he looks like a retard" and i laugh even harder. And there would be the occasional crooning of "sooo cute" and "sooo cool".
And he would be jumping onto the chair in a way which is hauntingly reminiscent of Ju-on.
Then he would be walking like a hunched back old man, and picking up things with only his thumb and index. I like the irony that cool guy L loves to eat candy. Though he wasn't exactly very cool in this movie, being a babysitter at all. Okay self-admittedly he is quite tall and has semi-long hair lalala. Nah it'll just be a fluttering whimsie. (teehee)
And i wonder why Juno is NC16 when L Change The World certainly has violence, and a lot of gore. Tsktsk, some serious problem with the MDA or something.
More peeekchures for your viewing pleasure and my googling enjoyment.
Ken'ichi Matsuyama
Ohman serious stuff, i feel like punching those people who sit on the raised contraption right near the entrance of the bus. You know, the grey part that goes below the TVMobile thing. I mean, fine, if you are aged and all, go ahead, then yest this cheena bitch was like sitting there and being a total nuisance. YES YES BRING IN MORE CHINA PEOPLE WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH PESTS IN THE COUNTRY!
L didn't change the world.
I did.
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Repetitions & Resolutions
I've faced my demons
Wrestled these angels to the ground
And all that I could find
Was a thin line between
All the saints and villains
It was crossed in my own eyes
Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
I’m struggling between the facts and fiction
I’m alone
But I'm alive
Everyone around me is trying to make a statement, then there's me
I’m just trying to survive
Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
If this was any other day
I pretend to know where I stand
I Just don’t know (just don’t know)
I Just don’t know
Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
Someday I will find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
Pause.
What makes the difference between a full-fledged adult and a seventeen-turning-eighteen?
Yes i know this topic has surfaced and resurfaced and re-resurfaced again. Nehmind, how many more times can you get. I only have that amount of time left. NOT HAPPY CLOSE THE WINDOW LAH! Teehee. "=p"
Unhappy Adults vs. Happy Children/Teenagers/Adolescents.
Why so unhappy and serious. Work, work, work.
Ah, maybe, as the brain ages, less endorphins are released into the bloodstream per day. And so the grumpiness and lack of enthusiasm.
Or maybe there is a private/secret branch of the government under Ministry of Health which not even SR Nathan has heard about, rightfully named:-
Growth & Development Sector
Hidden Department 1.13
Professional Group, Ministry of Health
and together with a covert intelligence group from the Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports, they have this policy called:-
Child Development Act (cap. 1394)
And they will capture you to their headquarters on your twenty-first birthday and inject you with a syringe of maturity cells, and you grow into a mature adult OVERNIGHT. Then they will brainwash you and make up a false memory on how you spent that day, and brainwash all you might have come into contact with that day to keep everything under wraps. And maybe the officers brainwash one another into believing what they are doing is right.
Or they use electrode probes that go into your brain and change your mentality.
And this must be an international consipracy because most of the countries set the legal age at 21.
Or maybe office shirts/skirts/pants are coated with a special type of finishing that makes you behave like a matured old preeeeeck.
Maybe when you're twenty-one you would have accepted the fact that you are old.
And the society doesn't protect you after twenty-first! When you are young you get out of everything. My father always threatened to send me to the girls' home as a kid. Now in eight months(OMFPBG!) i will have legal entry into Changi (Women's) Prison. EEEEEEEE!
So many possibilities right. City of Possibilities har, har.
How would it be if we can programme our life and delete the useless days away so we have sort of a 'refund' and can live those deleted days all over again. See, we can't go back once one day is gone; we can only regret what we've done. And it's too lateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And one day stacks up on another and see wot happens, you realise this year you will be 'celebrating' your eighteenth/nineteenth/twentieth.
Have i mentioned mid-life crisis before. I think i did.
I need to murder myself now.
But first i need to acquire the special power of immortality.
Then i will gulp down a bottle of sleeping pills/jump off DHL balloon/get my brain hypnotized into thinking i'm dead.
Then i wake up in my room finding that i am immortalised.
That way i am gonna stay seventeen forever.
Y.A.Y.
No, it wasn't supposed to make sense. If it did, i think you are not from Earth, are you? Er, just don't hurt me, whoever you are, thanks.
XOXO,
Earthling.
I just discovered cyber treasure in the form of Google's 'define' service. Seriously just type 'define:' and the thing you wanna define. Cool or wot.
The world domination of Bubble Tea.
I've faced my demons
Wrestled these angels to the ground
And all that I could find
Was a thin line between
All the saints and villains
It was crossed in my own eyes
Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
I’m struggling between the facts and fiction
I’m alone
But I'm alive
Everyone around me is trying to make a statement, then there's me
I’m just trying to survive
Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
If this was any other day
I pretend to know where I stand
I Just don’t know (just don’t know)
I Just don’t know
Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
Someday I will find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
Pause.
What makes the difference between a full-fledged adult and a seventeen-turning-eighteen?
Yes i know this topic has surfaced and resurfaced and re-resurfaced again. Nehmind, how many more times can you get. I only have that amount of time left. NOT HAPPY CLOSE THE WINDOW LAH! Teehee. "=p"
Unhappy Adults vs. Happy Children/Teenagers/Adolescents.
Why so unhappy and serious. Work, work, work.
Ah, maybe, as the brain ages, less endorphins are released into the bloodstream per day. And so the grumpiness and lack of enthusiasm.
Or maybe there is a private/secret branch of the government under Ministry of Health which not even SR Nathan has heard about, rightfully named:-
Growth & Development Sector
Hidden Department 1.13
Professional Group, Ministry of Health
and together with a covert intelligence group from the Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports, they have this policy called:-
Child Development Act (cap. 1394)
And they will capture you to their headquarters on your twenty-first birthday and inject you with a syringe of maturity cells, and you grow into a mature adult OVERNIGHT. Then they will brainwash you and make up a false memory on how you spent that day, and brainwash all you might have come into contact with that day to keep everything under wraps. And maybe the officers brainwash one another into believing what they are doing is right.
Or they use electrode probes that go into your brain and change your mentality.
And this must be an international consipracy because most of the countries set the legal age at 21.
Or maybe office shirts/skirts/pants are coated with a special type of finishing that makes you behave like a matured old preeeeeck.
Maybe when you're twenty-one you would have accepted the fact that you are old.
And the society doesn't protect you after twenty-first! When you are young you get out of everything. My father always threatened to send me to the girls' home as a kid. Now in eight months(OMFPBG!) i will have legal entry into Changi (Women's) Prison. EEEEEEEE!
So many possibilities right. City of Possibilities har, har.
How would it be if we can programme our life and delete the useless days away so we have sort of a 'refund' and can live those deleted days all over again. See, we can't go back once one day is gone; we can only regret what we've done. And it's too lateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And one day stacks up on another and see wot happens, you realise this year you will be 'celebrating' your eighteenth/nineteenth/twentieth.
Have i mentioned mid-life crisis before. I think i did.
I need to murder myself now.
But first i need to acquire the special power of immortality.
Then i will gulp down a bottle of sleeping pills/jump off DHL balloon/get my brain hypnotized into thinking i'm dead.
Then i wake up in my room finding that i am immortalised.
That way i am gonna stay seventeen forever.
Y.A.Y.
No, it wasn't supposed to make sense. If it did, i think you are not from Earth, are you? Er, just don't hurt me, whoever you are, thanks.
XOXO,
Earthling.
I just discovered cyber treasure in the form of Google's 'define' service. Seriously just type 'define:' and the thing you wanna define. Cool or wot.
The world domination of Bubble Tea.
Well well. It's a stupid thing to post pictures of yourself online, but it's another mistake-of-the-millenium to post pictures of yourself WITH your sweet-seventeen boyfriend on ONLINE NETWORKING SITES like Friendster. So sinfully sweet that it needs online broadcasting and with 'x3' as the title as lovebird deems fit. Seriously unless you got it worked out at the fengshui master's or some quack marriage counsellor's that you two are gonna stay together forever until six-feet-under time, i totally can't comprehend.
What happens in the case of a break-up? Well ex-lover and you remain as 'friends', and online friends as well. But you delete all the sweet memories by the click of the mouse. And everybody on your friend list knows that, the same way they learnt about the then-blooming relationship in the first place, ONLINE. Personally Friendster/Facebook are just for leisure purposes, like 1. Creating a psuedo-profile, or, 2. For twiitinqq pleasure for the former. For the latter it's like either Hangman or quizzes, and somehow i have deciphered how to get around 'SEND INVITATIONS' to twenty friends. Haven't cracked the code for the approval of random applications though.
And why do people even bother placing the javascript command for closing web browsers on their blog? It's just redundant. For example there will be like "wrong blog? leave" and the sorts of "this is my blog, i write about what i feel, not happy get lost", or for ultimate effect "fuck off". Though i would like to take the take pleasure to inform you that it doesn't work on FF unless you manually enable java.
Oh. Or it would be "click the red 'x' at the top-right corner"(how very precise!) or "alt-f4". Like waddahell mansxz. It is so childish and ohwell this can go on forever. I guess all members of the online community have reached a consensus that we flaunt as much of all the html codes we can find on the sidebar to 'describe' ourselves. What with bolding, italicising, underlining orstriking out. How much fun. Maybe it helps to bring out the mood or something i don't know.
And yes, no offence to anyone from everything up there.
Oh somehow watching Heroes on a marathon basis makes me feel like a have a hidden special power. I remember having this dream about me passing through walls in peefour. It has a storyline dontplayplay. Like i remember that i was near the tv console, in the living room, one precise corner. Somehow, in the dream i subconsciouly(haha double subconsciousness) knew i could do it, and i tried for the first time but failed. The second time round i passed through into the corridor, the wall, the curtains, everything. Seriously it seemed so easy-breezy-peasy-weasy that i wanted to try doing it in real life after that.
Then there was once, between the ages of five to eight years old(prime time of my childhood man), back at good ol' Toa Payoh, i had this nightmarish dream about my lil brother. He was still a toddler then, and one moment we were sitting in the living room on the floor, and he was flashing his arms WITHOUT THE HANDS, and smiling. Then somehow i opened the nearby cabinet and his hands were inside(i don't remember if they were moving). And i think he joined them back or something, a la Claire Bennett, the power of healing. HAHAHAHAHA i know it's hilarious. I am not sure about the joining back part though. It could just be a fracture of my imagination.
Oh and when i was still attached to the google box i used to predict very accurately when the ads will end. True, spot-on, most of the time. And i get visions and deja vus all the time.
Maybe i'll have to wait for an eclipse or something.
Oh i remember taking hundreds of photographs as a kid, all my little toys. And developing storylines for my Barbie dolls(yes i have dolls and i play with robots and lego and sand as well). Probably makes for good creativity development for a precocious kid.
And how come i never got to go through any finding-myself phase?
Ignore that two paragraphs' worth of randomnessity.
On the bus where all great thoughts come to exist. Are we not fighting everday? In minumum ways, fighting to get on the crowded bus during peak hours, fighting to keep up in pace at work/in school, fighting to get cheap bargains(aunties' forte?), and to greater measures, WAR. So much talk for social equality and world peace, people are fighting and dying and there isn't much of social grace at all. Seriously who cares if the guy sitting on the bus next to you just lost his job; you don't know him, he's not your friend and you don't care.
For Hitler.
What happens in the case of a break-up? Well ex-lover and you remain as 'friends', and online friends as well. But you delete all the sweet memories by the click of the mouse. And everybody on your friend list knows that, the same way they learnt about the then-blooming relationship in the first place, ONLINE. Personally Friendster/Facebook are just for leisure purposes, like 1. Creating a psuedo-profile, or, 2. For twiitinqq pleasure for the former. For the latter it's like either Hangman or quizzes, and somehow i have deciphered how to get around 'SEND INVITATIONS' to twenty friends. Haven't cracked the code for the approval of random applications though.
And why do people even bother placing the javascript command for closing web browsers on their blog? It's just redundant. For example there will be like "wrong blog? leave" and the sorts of "this is my blog, i write about what i feel, not happy get lost", or for ultimate effect "fuck off". Though i would like to take the take pleasure to inform you that it doesn't work on FF unless you manually enable java.
Oh. Or it would be "click the red 'x' at the top-right corner"(how very precise!) or "alt-f4". Like waddahell mansxz. It is so childish and ohwell this can go on forever. I guess all members of the online community have reached a consensus that we flaunt as much of all the html codes we can find on the sidebar to 'describe' ourselves. What with bolding, italicising, underlining or
And yes, no offence to anyone from everything up there.
Oh somehow watching Heroes on a marathon basis makes me feel like a have a hidden special power. I remember having this dream about me passing through walls in peefour. It has a storyline dontplayplay. Like i remember that i was near the tv console, in the living room, one precise corner. Somehow, in the dream i subconsciouly(haha double subconsciousness) knew i could do it, and i tried for the first time but failed. The second time round i passed through into the corridor, the wall, the curtains, everything. Seriously it seemed so easy-breezy-peasy-weasy that i wanted to try doing it in real life after that.
Then there was once, between the ages of five to eight years old(prime time of my childhood man), back at good ol' Toa Payoh, i had this nightmarish dream about my lil brother. He was still a toddler then, and one moment we were sitting in the living room on the floor, and he was flashing his arms WITHOUT THE HANDS, and smiling. Then somehow i opened the nearby cabinet and his hands were inside(i don't remember if they were moving). And i think he joined them back or something, a la Claire Bennett, the power of healing. HAHAHAHAHA i know it's hilarious. I am not sure about the joining back part though. It could just be a fracture of my imagination.
Oh and when i was still attached to the google box i used to predict very accurately when the ads will end. True, spot-on, most of the time. And i get visions and deja vus all the time.
Maybe i'll have to wait for an eclipse or something.
Oh i remember taking hundreds of photographs as a kid, all my little toys. And developing storylines for my Barbie dolls(yes i have dolls and i play with robots and lego and sand as well). Probably makes for good creativity development for a precocious kid.
And how come i never got to go through any finding-myself phase?
Ignore that two paragraphs' worth of randomnessity.
On the bus where all great thoughts come to exist. Are we not fighting everday? In minumum ways, fighting to get on the crowded bus during peak hours, fighting to keep up in pace at work/in school, fighting to get cheap bargains(aunties' forte?), and to greater measures, WAR. So much talk for social equality and world peace, people are fighting and dying and there isn't much of social grace at all. Seriously who cares if the guy sitting on the bus next to you just lost his job; you don't know him, he's not your friend and you don't care.
For Hitler.
While waiting patiently for HEROES to buffer(it's fweeee wotj00expect), i shall bother myself with making a new list. Ohwell, not that i've got nothing to do, but i love last-minutes decisions and rushing. No i was being self-contradictory. That was my alter-ego actually.
SCHECKSAYEST SONGS PAST, PRESENT, AND IN YEARS TO COME
In no particular order:-
1. Snakes On A Plane - Cobra Starship feat. The Academy Is..., Gym Class Heroes & The Sounds
Oh, not forgetting the aweghestmick video.
2. MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday
Same principle behind numbuh one, er, no, EVEN BETTER!!!!!!!11111222223456789
3. Seed - The Academy Is...
4. We've Got A Big Mess On Our Hands - The Academy Is...
5. LAX To O'Hare - The Academy Is...
6. The Phrase That Pays - The Academy Is...
7. Okay, it's easier to just say all of them from The Academy Is..., and i'm not joking.
8. Guilty Pleasure - Cobra Starship
9. The City Is At War - Cobra Starship
Teeheeeeeeeeeeee.
10. One Day, Robots Will Cry - Cobra Starship
11. Long Road To Ruin -Foo Fighters
12. Starlight - Muse
13. Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
14. First Time -Lifehouse
15. Dead! - My Chemical Romance
'LALALALALALALALA'
16. Cancer - My Chemical Romance
17. Camisado - Panic! At The Disco
18. Dare You To Move - Switchfoot
19. Burn It Down - Avenged Sevenfold
20. Afterlife -Avenged Sevenfold
Lavender is so gay. So are flowers.
SCHECKSAYEST SONGS PAST, PRESENT, AND IN YEARS TO COME
In no particular order:-
1. Snakes On A Plane - Cobra Starship feat. The Academy Is..., Gym Class Heroes & The Sounds
Oh, not forgetting the aweghestmick video.
2. MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday
Same principle behind numbuh one, er, no, EVEN BETTER!!!!!!!11111222223456789
3. Seed - The Academy Is...
4. We've Got A Big Mess On Our Hands - The Academy Is...
5. LAX To O'Hare - The Academy Is...
6. The Phrase That Pays - The Academy Is...
7. Okay, it's easier to just say all of them from The Academy Is..., and i'm not joking.
8. Guilty Pleasure - Cobra Starship
9. The City Is At War - Cobra Starship
Teeheeeeeeeeeeee.
10. One Day, Robots Will Cry - Cobra Starship
11. Long Road To Ruin -Foo Fighters
12. Starlight - Muse
13. Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
14. First Time -Lifehouse
15. Dead! - My Chemical Romance
'LALALALALALALALA'
16. Cancer - My Chemical Romance
17. Camisado - Panic! At The Disco
18. Dare You To Move - Switchfoot
19. Burn It Down - Avenged Sevenfold
20. Afterlife -Avenged Sevenfold
Lavender is so gay. So are flowers.
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