childevilishness.

Sleepsiness.

2006-01-14T08:40:00.000-08:00

I have many memorable quotes to give, but none more so than this...

Mickey: "I could easily do that... I could go and do like, business or something, and get a high-paying job somewhere or anywhere. But I wouldn't be happy... and if I'm not happy then... that's it you know?"

And... what am I going to do with MY life?
Just about everyone I know has dreams of leaving the country (and the means to do so at that). Some already HAVE.

It IS a frustrating day.

Classics Galore!

2006-01-09T23:24:00.000-08:00

As I was going through my pitiful classical music collection (pitiful more or less because most people who listen to classical music pride themselves on having monstrous shelf-busting unlistened-to collections) I realised that the stack on my desk (or really, any collection) is probably a collection of extraodinarily gay pianists as well. I mean, in classical music you're more or less presumed gay unless undeniable "slam dunk evidence" is found. No, really. It doesn't matter if you have wives and kids, you're still gay because Horowitz had a wife and a daughter and was gay, and he's just the famous one. All the better if they're gay though, they're probably better pianists.

And yes, shelf-busting unlistened-to collections do exist. Mr Chew had 2500+ discs in collection. That's like listening non-stop without repeat for... well... aeons. It'll take more than an iPod for that...

Edit: If the mood holds, I'm planning to hopefully make this blog less egocentric and more topiccentric. Just can't quite decide on a topic yet.

Why don't you buy large??

2006-01-08T03:25:00.000-08:00

Ok well I'm home for dinner, and now I can blog for real, so the half-baked post below can go and die really.

I went for PepperLunch on Friday and to be honest, it's a damn good meal. Gimmick aside, the unhealthy butteryness of everything coupled with soft beef... man. No wonder the queue outside that place is pretty obscene for a fast-food format place.

So at the Caffebar just now, the weird phallic structures were being toppled by a homosexual-to-be child, who was running his hands up and down the thing... quite seductively. And the waiter man was really funny with the "Wow you're all wet!" comment. In fact, everyone there was very helpful/n00b. So it was quite funny.

And I also officially vote the martini glass as coolest crockery (it's crockery right??). Cos everybody seems to put everything in a martini glass. Next coolest thing would be... the espresso cup. Dainty, but strong. :)

Quote of the day: "LARGE LAH! TWO PEOPLE WHAT!"
That's the super fierce auntie at Auntie Anne's trying to get me to buy a large lemonade.

Lunch!

2006-01-08T01:04:00.000-08:00

Well today I went to check out the Caffebar at Parkway, which by the way really IS good! I mean, it was pretty Value for money, that "introductory offer". Still. I had a Crayfish Pasta and doof had Aglio Olio, and then I had the Shakerato (no, I didn't know what it was.), which came in a cool martini glass, and came with what was either a Single ice cube or a Singed ice cube....

And then being gluttons we had ICE CREAM! Which was good, actually, I don't know why doof didn't quite like it. And the menu is MONSTROUS!!!!! MONSTROUS!!!!!! King Kong!!!

Lol ok I can't multi-task.

I'm going to eat noodles after this. Yummy!

5

2006-01-06T08:04:00.000-08:00

Apparently I've been tagged and have to type here 5 weird and random facts about myself. (So says doof at least.) Sooo.....

5 Weird and Random Facts about self

- I am petrified of the dark and ghosts, and am hence highly neurotic about how I go to sleep. I MUST jump into bed immediately after the lights go off, and my blanket must be pulled taut around my whole body, save for my head.

- I like Justin Timberlake very much.

- When I feel guilty and bad and start apologising for something, I don't stop when you forgive me, I stop when I forgive myself. Which is usually a loooong time.

- I don't like it when different groups of my friends mix. I am usually at a dilemma as to how to behave.

- I have found that in general, I am better than average at almost everything I do, but am also usually not good enough to do anything useful with it. That can be awfully frustrating.

There. 5 randomy things. :D

Randomly, possibly.

2006-01-01T03:28:00.000-08:00

Within this calendar year, I will ORD-- arguably the most important day of my life yet. Possibly.

But before that... I will also turn 20. The BIG TWO OH. No more a teen, but I can still confidently say that I'm tiny little child at heart. Good stuff.

I realise that I've known all my JC friends for a whopping 3 years. I mean, that's a hella long. Really it is. Even spencer I've already known for 7 years. Like wtf right? Majorly. Feeling old again...

2005: Year in review

2005-12-31T08:46:00.000-08:00

Year in Review:

This year I entered the army. And more than ever I reaffirmed my faith in God (since clearly, Satan exists now.)
And contrary to what I'd tell you on a normal day, the army hasn't been a completely useless experience. I have learnt several things...
a) The army is fucked up beyond comparison, and is a bad place for anyone to end up ('specially myself.)
b) People who sign on are worth giving up on.
c) Meeting all the different types of people in the army may be interesting and an eye-opening learning experience... but for the most part, it gets boring. You just keep seeing the same scummy types repeatedly.
d) Whatever time you have, treasure. Slothing around in bed is good, but you have friends you desperately want to meet, and you will meet them.Or at least try.
e) Indeed, I am majorly emotionally dependent (Thanks to doof and nut....)
f) I've learnt how to not-give-a-shit properly.
Ok that's it for now.

On the non-army side... It's been good. Really, it has. I haven't kept in touch with many people as much as I would've wanted to (Sorry kishymeister, among others...), but it's cool, as long we're still there. And I've realised how much I truly need proper girl friends like doof and nut, because they're still the two people that I look up to most in the world (far and away, at that.) And while semi-worshipping them is quite a bad idea, I can't help that I was born with an inferiority complex.
I learnt that von, dong and sarah are still the most love-hate people I know, and they've gotten me through a lot as well, so thanks, especially sarah, who'll read this. (OH she so totally shopped at the Maternity section in Topshop today. FatassBigbutt.)
I've (as doof said) become less gullible (apparently). This is a bad thing, I feel. I like to be childish and innocent. I don't wanna grow up.
I've come to accept some things about myself... that I am an emotionally dependent type, that my mouth will forever be too big for it's own good, and that I can be really weird, but it's just part of me.

But just to sum things up... How was 2005? Good on the weekends. =D

Me being a geek moment of the day: When I saw "Jergens Ultra Healing" in the bathroom and the first thing that came to mind was "restores 600 hit points over 8 seconds...."
Me being a geek moment of yesterday: When Nut's hair was blowing in the wind, and I assumed immediately it was static.

Funny joke thing

2005-12-30T17:53:00.000-08:00

Here's something that cracked me up majorly. (Or maybe it was cos I got up and the first thing I had was a Bacardi and Coke. Heavy on the bacardi at that.) It's from a classical music forum (only doof and von would get it.) And I'm reproducing it here cos you can't link into it. Needs membership and stuff.

Post:
Remember the book Man are from Mars, Women are from Venus? Well here's a prime example offered by an English professor at an American university.

"Today we will experiment with a new form of composition called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story Coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two English students: Rebecca and Gary.

(First paragraph by Rebecca)
At first Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favourite for the lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.

(Gary)
Meanwhil, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17", he said into his transgalactic communicator "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from da direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately but no before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalising the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morening. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treat through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treat the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverise the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The president, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporised poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The president slammed his fist on the conference table. "We cannot allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing parter is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary)
Yeah? Well you're a self-centred tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have camomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of FUCKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

(Rebecca)
Asshole.

(Gary)
Bitch.

(Rebecca)
Wanker

(Gary)
Slut

(Rebecca)
Get fucked.

(Gary)
Eat shit.

(Rebecca)
FUCK YOU- YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

(Gary)
Go drink some tea- whore.

Teacher A+
I really liked this one.

Have you had ye Breakfast?

2005-12-29T03:53:00.000-08:00

A number of my friends (I'll be honest, all but two) couldn't give a rat's ass about breakfast-- which is good, cos nobody really likes to eat rat's ass for breakfast. But personally, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And no, noon isn't a good time for breakfast. Breakfast should be had preferably pre-10am, and ideally around 8 to 9. There really isn't another meal quite like breakfast, because it's generally one of the healthier meals, and you don't have to eat any pretentious expensive haute breakfast to be able to tell anyone that you've had a good one. And besides, mornings are one hundred percent confirmed cool, unlike the scorching afternoons and the sometimes warm and sticky (shut up) evenings.

So, as a celebration of breakfast, a meal most of you DON'T have, and wouldn't dream of waking up to have, here are my favourite places for breakfast, in no order.

1) Home.
Yes, Home! Nothing beats a bowl of cereal with milk! It's just so wonderful refreshing and tasty! Ok, well, I once did pour sour milk into my bowl. It was baaaaad.

2) Cedele by Bakery Depot
There are a couple of outlets, but I usually just go to Raffles City. I LOVE THEIR SANDWICHES. That, and everything else they have just cos it looks so breakfasty and inviting.

3) McDonald's
Don't lie, it's good fast food breakfast. Not necessarily healthy, but it's good shit (read: nice crap, wonderful faeces). No one has managed to up McDonald's yet. Anyone remember KFC?

4) Starbucks
Not so much for the food, but I've been known to have a Latte for breakfast... so this is pretty obvious.

5) Roti Prata anywhere near my house
Roti Prata is good for any meal but lunch if you really think about it. Questionable for dinner if you have dinner at the times I have it. But a relaxed morning prata is always good.

6) Minced Meat Noodles
Yummy!! You'd think chinese food wouldn't appear...

7) Ya Kun Kaya Toast
Good ol' fashioned totally Singaporean food. Crispy hot kaya toast. Yuuuumy. Usually the tampines one.

8) tcc
This here last entry is a very strange entry indeed. "tcc for breakfast?" Yes, I thought it was weird too, but they've got something called a Corned Beef Treasure Box that dong hao and I consider the best excuse for eating lasagna in the morning. Truly legendary for making us eat beef at 7.30 in the morning.

Neglect your blog!

2005-12-29T01:22:00.000-08:00

Ladies and gents, I hereby announce the newest plaything for all of you to neglect, the Blog! While once, it was fashionable (or at least common) to buy pets only to neglect them and eventually set them free (or put them down), this brilliant year of 2005, we've all learnt the art of neglecting the blog! And why shouldn't we? Blogs are easy to create, cheap (free) to maintain and for the most part non-sentient! (Do you have a blog that knows it's alive? Drop me a comment if you do.) Of course, all blogs are created with their own individual intents and purposes, the least of which is to neglect them, but you know the truth, we all end up neglecting them! So do the smart thing today and don't get a dog. Neglect your blog instead! It won't know any better.

The Alchemist, by Poh Leng

2005-12-27T17:07:00.000-08:00

Here's a quote from Eugene: "Love hurts.... that's why we need sex."

No wonder I'm always in so much pain.

Friday through Sunday was an exercise in EATING uncontrollably. I won't bother with the details, just that feeling that much like throwing up after eating is a baaad sign, I should think.

It's funny how, as a child, two dollars, or four dollars or really, any amount that can be calculated in dollars rather than cents can seem so much, but as I witnessed yesterday, buying a present on a budget of 10 dollars can be a brain-busting experience. There simply isn't much in the way of gifts at 10 or sub-that. In fact, there was close to nothing that could be gotten. And we're talking about a good 10 dollars here, enough for coffee and cake. All that we saw was... demon-child windchimes and other typically useless things. And nothing screams "didn't know what to get you" like a mug or a photo frame. God, whoever came up with those things as gifts should be shot. Even worse are those key-chains with smart alecky comments on them. Dude, it's stupid enough that you don't have the wit to come up with something smart alecky, you've got to further demonstrate your stupidity by BUYING a smart alecky comment, all encased in plastic as if it were a classic Dan Quayle quote.

I read the other day on some news site (ok fine, the Yahoo! frontpage. Still...) that more and more people are using the term "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas", and typically the conservative Christians are unhappy about this. That's just preposterous. It's so stupid for them to assume that our Christmas should be any more important than someone else's New Year (since Happy Holidays encompasses both), and then chastise the world for apparently denying Christmas is Christmas with such blatant disregard to the fact that the world isn't entirely Christian. Sometimes I feel these conservative Christians suffer from major superiority complex issues.

And here I leave you with the ultimate demonstration of stupidity.
Me (reading out from New Paper): "Eh Poh Leng... I ask you a question. How many planets are there in the solar system?"
(I'm expecting him not to know what solar system is)
Poh Leng: "Planet is what?"
Me: "*sigh*... uhm... like, Earth is a planet."
Poh Leng: "Ohhh I know that one... got one wood one, one fire one, one water one..."

AHHHH HE'S AN ALCHEMIST!!!!!

Don't give me all that... Canto-shit man!

2005-12-17T22:57:00.000-08:00

I completely fucked myself up this weekend man. In fact, not having anything to do on friday was probably the best thing to happen. Although my sister's implied-accusation that I would have brought a whore home the instant my parents weren't around was too derogatory for me to accept. What I mean to say is, it pissed me off.

Saturday wasn't any better. First, the laundry fucked up. Then I walked to the point of near-collapse out of sheer depression then I went from one non-party to the next. It was quite surreal because by this time my sleep deprivation already left me in a state of autopilot.

Then after that I managed to put in 5 measly hours of sleep, and that's that.

Here's a list of the roads and places I was at yesterday during The Big Walkabout:

Citilink Mall, Raffles City, Raffles Hotel, Seah St, Beach Rd, Purvis St, Raffles Hotel, Raffles City, Citilink Mall, Esplanade, Esplanade Dr, One Fullerton, Collyer Quay, Raffles Quay, Cross St, South Bridge Rd, Ann Siang Hill, Club St, Mohd Ali Lane, South Bridge Rd, Erskine Road, Sago Lane, Sago St, Trengannu St, Smith St, New Bridge Rd, Keong Saik Rd, Craig Rd, Duxton Rd, Duxton Hill, Duxton Rd, Neil Rd, Tg Pagar Rd, Wallich St, Maxwell Rd, Robinson Rd, Market St, Church St, Synagogue St, Sth Canal Rd, Nth Canal Rd, Circular Rd, Boat Quay, Raffles Xchange, Fullerton Hotel, Asian Civilisations Museum, VCH, Singapore Cricket Club, Singapore Recreational Club, Raffles City.

Hypnotism and Mind Control

2005-12-16T18:36:00.000-08:00

The family's overseas, which means I have sadly been relegated to the role of housekeeper/birdfeeder/fishwaterchanger. I'm a domestic worker! I better not get abused.

The most hilarious thing happened yesterday. As some officer was scrolling through a folder looking for the right powerpoint slide, there was another slideshow in the folder titled "Hypnotism and Mind Control". Now, I mean, that's just downright freaky. Or as Amos said, "Well, I am feeling sleeeeepy...."

Christmas and the tradition of Sadness.

2005-12-09T23:56:00.000-08:00

I like Christmas. It's just such a wonderful time, because the end of year period's always full of rain. And on top of that, if there was any time to be sad, Christmas is the perfect time! (The Perfect Time to be Sad. How.... sad.) But it's true. I mean it. It can't make you feel TRULY happy, but it sure as hell can make you forget all about the sadness. It does for me. I just need to walk out there, into the blaring christmas carols, into the bright lights, into the people dashing past, and I just... shut up and walk. Then find a place, shut up and sit down and drink coffee, and maybe being sad isn't such a pathetic way of life after all. Maybe it's cool and trendy! Maybe it's hip! Maybe it's exciting and everyone wants to be sad! No, it's not quite, but it feels better that it's Christmas everywhere and nobody gives a shit about sadness anymore. Nobody should. It's Christmas.

Ohhh interesting quote of the week. This was from the passage in my Horowitz Plays Rachmaninoff CD.... it read something like "there is no literary attribute to this piece, and we have only the everpresent elements of rachmaninoff music like the evocation of the ringing of bells, the music of the russian church, and the innate russian sadness"

Innate Russian Sadness? Heh.

Truffles, anyone?

2005-12-09T23:39:00.000-08:00

Ok, fine, so I did finally walk into Prestat in Raffles City. Not my fault, k? It just looked so... yummy.

Saleswoman: "Would you like to try a truffle?"
Me: "Uhm... no, no that's fine." (Wait a sec, that's like GIVING me money.)
Saleswoman: "No, no, come, try a truffle. I'll cut one up for you."
Me: "Uh... I... uh..."

Thought to self: Are you resisting? Why are you resisting?? If she gives you expensive truffles, bloody TAKE expensive truffles, ok?

A third of a 3-dollar truffle later, I knew I wasn't walking out without buying SOMETHING at least. Heh.

Oh and the packaging is so girly-pretty.

Godiva, Leonidas, Valrhona, Prestat.

2005-12-04T04:16:00.000-08:00

One of those times when my brain feels like it's working overtime, but on nothing in particular, and on a subconscious level. This leaves my conscious brain pretty much nothing to work with, and I end up looking lost.

I used to think that politics was just this really stupid profession that no one in the right mind would go into (i still sort of think so, but it's a bit more complicated than just that), but I came to another realisation that if more of us normal human beings don't start entering politics, the entire cabinet is going to be inundated with scum like ex-military personnel, former generals and the like.

Yesterday I had a really humiliating day hanging out with sarahwong. Let's just say I don't enjoy feeling useless and helpless and... yeah, just that.

I've come to the conclusion that while Starcraft is a work of art, Warcraft III is just a wannabe.

Hmm... let's see what else. I don't quite know. But all the chocolatier's names are just randomly swimming in my head now.

Godiva, Leonidas, Valrhona, Prestat.

I mean, I'm sure those aren't ALL the choclatiers. Just... the famous ones in Singapore.

I don't have foresight, only oversight.

2005-12-02T22:40:00.000-08:00

I just remembered over lunch another one of my huge/giant/massive/stupendous failures of foresight. This one ranks as high up as the iPod one. ("they're never gonna sell any of those!")
The date was 11th September 2001, and it was late evening when I was lounging around on my bed when my phone vibrated. Sms received from von read: "Turn on your tv to CNA now. There's something very interesting on."
I promptly put my phone back down, went back to my book and thought "Ah, later. I mean, it can't be anything important can it?"
Whoops.

GEPers Creepers and the $5000 ($33000) question

2005-12-02T04:32:00.000-08:00

I'm not much at keeping with the news these days (blame camp) but there was this thing going on in Today with GEPers and non-GEPers firing off salvos at each other like the tabloid was their own little flaming forum. And on top of that there was just-plain-rude-as-hell sub editor who said, among other things "GEPers, lepers? I wonder if it's any coincidence these two words look so alike." I mean, that's just plain rude.

I mean, well of COURSE GEPers are a bunch of freaks! What the freaking hell were they expecting?? The reason why they're freaky elitist people is simply that they're smart. It's nature's way of compensating. I mean, could you imagine a brilliant genius GEPer who's perfectly normal (in the way that you assume perfectly normal people should be)? In other words, like you, except, SMARTER! It's like, You v2.0! You'd become outdated! You'd be an inferior product! Damaged goods!

Their problem is elitism just as much as our problem is stupidity.

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Melvyn Tan is now some sort of a personal hero to me. Not only is he an accomplished pianist, he managed to escape NS! Amazing really. There are people out there who are all like "oh, 5000 bucks isn't enough of a fine". BOLLOCKS! You people are jealous fuckers is what you are!

The man has lived 30-odd years away from Singapore in a land independent from singapore! He doesn't owe this country jack shit anymore if you ask me. A 5000 dollar fine, not enough? That he got fined at all is a fucking outrage! How DARE this self-important country fine people who've spent three-quarters of their lives in Europe for not providing a service to her?

Melt in the mouth Sashimi.

2005-11-26T23:56:00.000-08:00

Yesterday we ate at Restaurant J-Toshi and I experienced for the first time in my life, melt-in-the-mouth sashimi. It was so wonderful... just good ol' slices of marbled salmon, fresh, and good. Even the Tuna was good. But not as nice.

I've got to stop being cranky on weekends you know. It's like, the only time of the week I'm actually out and stuff so it's really a bad idea to get cranky on weekends. But I just can't help it! EVERYONE is pissing me off!

Spending 22 dollars on army supplies is no joke. Cash down the drain.

Why can't Christmas come faster?
Christmas is fun. I like Christmas.

Omg, it's a WEDNESDAY.

2005-11-23T02:10:00.000-08:00

Hey lookatme! I'm out here on a beautiful wednesday :)
I satisfied two cravings in my day out. First was a sandwich at cedele, then a piping hot bowl of minced meat noodles. (translated that from hokkien, yo.)

That makes me a happy kid. After this I'm gonna go get a PEPPERMINT MOCHA. (It's a doof thing.)
Yes, the peppermint mocha knocked the toffee nut latte off the Holiday Drink Top 100, not that there's a 100 of them. Actually, there isn't even 3 if I'm not wrong.

I WANNA GO SHOPPING. I NEED TO SHOP FOR... SEXY SEXY CLOTHES. Like a tube top or something. No, I'm kidding.
I'm angry at Brood War cos the damn replays keep f-ing up on me. I mean, damnit I go to all the trouble of winning, and everytime all they can do is insist that I LOSE. That sucks major balls!

I got Li Yundi's Recital in Vienna disc, which rocks the socks off his previous (suckass) disc. Oh and the colour scheme is better too. Not... that it matters.

Realisation of the day(mentally): "Ladeedah.... hey.... where are they going? Is that... OMG THE BANK IS OPEN! I don't think I've seen the bank OPEN ever since I've started NS!!!"

It's not Cho Chang it's Chochang Bronzebeard.

2005-11-20T04:33:00.000-08:00

Hard as it is to believe, I haven't abandoned this blog. It's just that for the last few weeks everytime I've tried to blog (3 times, I believe) fate conspired to... make me not. It's either my sister bursting in (read: CLOSE THE FUCKING WINDOW!!!) or my sister calling me downstairs (read: close the window anyway just in case she bursts in.)
And no, it's not cos it's porn. I just don't like my sister/s reading my personal stuff.

And if you've watched me surf the net on my comp, that'll also explain why I clear the history in such a fast, practised manner everytime I'm done with the internet.

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Since I clearly can't summarise 3 weeks into one post, I mean, well I could, but I'm not insane. (ok fine, I forgot what happened). I'll just summarise this weekend.

Let's see...
I went to starbucks on Friday.
I went to starbucks twice on Saturday.
I went to starbucks just now, on Sunday.

And I hung with doof and nut on Saturday, which was funny because.... generally it always is. OH here's something I forgot!
The two kids sitting next to me during Harry Potter were talking loudly and annoyingly and I just felt too shy to shut them up until...
Nut (leaning across): "Will the two of you please keep quiet?" (In as evil a voice as you can manage.)
And that totally scared one of them.

What's cloudy apple??

They made me wrap doof's present so that she can open it on tuesday instead. Hmmphhhhhh. lol... and er...

JUNGLE FREEZE!!!!

Almost quote of the day: "Someone's already asked me to the ball, and I'LL FLING MY HAMMER AT YE!"
almost, cos... it didn't happen.

The Cheat Code.

2005-10-29T19:13:00.000-07:00

I spent the week reading two of Dan Brown's books: Digital Fortress and The Da Vinci Code (finally). And to be honest, I can't see what the fuss is about. But also, Dan Brown has got to be FRICKIN skilfull to make such subjects as history and church sound interesting. So kudos to him. Really... I mean, history and church of all things. People have got to pick up a thing or two from him.

The cafe cartel foccacia "burgers" are BIG... like +0+4 pwnage kinda big. Seriously. My 8.50 pwned von's 18.50 thingamy.

Miscommunication of the day:

I took a photo with Charlie Chaplin... and I've got a picture to prove it! says:
I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!
-Nat- pineapple parking lot says:
...
I took a photo with Charlie Chaplin... and I've got a picture to prove it! says:
hahhaa
-Nat- pineapple parking lot says:
fine i accept
I took a photo with Charlie Chaplin... and I've got a picture to prove it! says:
1, 2, 3,
I took a photo with Charlie Chaplin... and I've got a picture to prove it! says:
FIRE!
-Nat- pineapple parking lot says:
*slash slash slash*

I think we needed to agree on a weapon.

just as I was ABOUT to blog, I didn't!

2005-10-15T21:21:00.000-07:00

"The center says Heim worked as a doctor in Germany after the war but escaped in 1962 after he was about to be arrested."- Yahoo! News

That's from a news article about some really old Nazi guy, but that's not my point. Focus on the part that says "escaped... after he was about to be arrested." Ok, now that sentence suddenly seems to have a bit of a problem (and I know I'm splitting hairs here, but it's fun).
See right, if he was in fact ABOUT to be arrested, then logically what comes AFTER being ABOUT to be arrested should be the arrest, right? But instead, what comes AFTER he was ABOUT to be arrested was his escape.

The center says Heim worked as a doctor in Germany after the war but escaped in 1962 after he was about to escape.

See now the above doesn't make any more sense. In fact, it makes less sense. So the sentence should be avoided entirely and replaced with a less possibly paradoxical sentence.

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I came to a realisation yesterday that "Campus Crusade" (Christian organisation in NUS) is in fact an awfully rude name. I don't know how no one else bothered to raise this issue, especially considering the amount of shit that W. Bush got for merely SAYING the word "crusade". Do they not know what a crusade is? The crusades were christian armies that killed thousands of muslims in the past. It's not something that you should name your organisation. I mean, muslims would NEVER start a "Campus Jihad" would they?
How the fuck do christians get away with this kinda thing?

Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day.

2005-10-15T18:57:00.000-07:00

I realised sometime yesterday that I have a secret hobbyhobby thing that I've never even realised I enjoyed. I simply enjoy exploring Singapore! It's like some secret fetish or something... but walking around and looking at all things urban and suburban really makes me feel happy. Discovering nice cafes is another hobby of mine. I'm so full of hobbies!

So I had this really cool breakfast at tcc yesterday morning. Despite it's awfully tiny size. (Oh looky, I'm enjoying small amounts of tasty food. Next thing you know I'll be eating French food. L'petite Everything.) But yes, corned beef stuffed in bread with cheese and egg is now my new supersinful breakfast.

Dong hao: It seems all the Kpop, Jpop, chinese pop and stuff have fused into one entity known as.... JAY CHOU.

And yes, the coffee left something to be desired. To think it all occurred by accident. We had intended to breakfast at the Spinelli's at change alley, until I realised that (silly me! stupid me! tota-fucking-ly retarded me!) the opening time on saturdays was NOT 7am, rather 8 am. But just when we were about to kill me for getting it wrong.....

*I point in the distance* "Is.... is that a tcc?"

Fate.
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I bought myself a brand new waaaaaaatch!!! *giggle*
Von: "It's damn ugly........ It's totally stupid."
Dong: "It's not you. It's too classy."
Thanks guys!

And doof, *hug* DON'T WORRY! There HAS to be a makeup.

Me wants a watch!

2005-10-09T04:29:00.000-07:00

Me dad: "Squatting is a posture of disrepute"

Can't say it's entirely true, but I sure do believe that.

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Today I walked from orchard to holland v. Surprisingly my knee isn't killing me. Which bodes well. Either that, or orchard to holland v isn't as far as I think it is.

I wants me a watch and I think (if I feel as generous next week) that I'm gonna gets me that watch. Yes... yes I will.

Project Fancy Shmancy has hit a bit of a roadblock which I have to work around. Delays are bad. Thankfully we started early.

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My father just HAD to dig out the Cats CDs from the... erm... archives and chuck 'em in the car stereo and now we've got my whole family singing Mr. Mistoffolees in the car. Now I mean that's just bloody strange. But of course, I grew up on these CDs... and even if I've never watched Cats, which I haven't actually... I love the music on it, as 80's as it sounds. Retro... is chic yeah? I've been using the word chic a lot today.

OH i used the word "whence" the other day. How fucking weird is that?
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And while I don't have much of an opinion about bloggers being punished for their words (typical, though...), I don't know if I should blame the nosey-parker teachers (yes, teachers. The racism one is a whole different ball game.... I mean, they're just plain stupid.) or the students who simply aren't anonymous enough. But the thing is, people the feel the urge, you know... to tell the world what they think. Like if I think so-and-so is a fucktard i wanna say "OI LISTEN UP! (NAME) THINKS THAT MY GYM TEACHER IS A TOTAL FUCKTARD".
But of course, I don't think you could particularly go wrong if you put it all Politically Correct but mean all the same. That's probably the solution.
And hey, blogs should really be free of shackles... I think.

Addendum!

2005-10-07T06:33:00.000-07:00

Can i just say that I got bitten by many mosquitoes. And if I get dengue it's the bloody fault of them berms (i.e. not pants)

And I SO got cheated by my memory today. I remembered one part of the map so bloody clearly, but it turned out I was totally wrong. Which is why I ended up at Shenton Way. In a sense, I was lucky to have had a footlong sub meal. Moving on yer feet for 3 hours is a baaaad idea.

By the way, having little projectproject things to do is awful fun to be honest. I mean, without these things I'd be sorta lost as to what to do on the weekends, and I understand I'm a bit overzealous with the project, but screw that, it's FUN!

Suntec city is a liar! The "information" boards claim not to have a Bodyshop, but it's THERE. It's RIGHT THERE!!! Don't let them lie to you. Speaking of which, I got my brand new Bodyshop hair and body wash and i smell good and feel happy.

Sights of the day....

The irrepressible... pinkness of Dashing Diva at Suntec

or

The cavernous SIZE of the bloody Toys 'R' Us. Makes TM's look like... a stall.

Rusty a bit.

2005-10-07T06:03:00.000-07:00

Horowitz plays Rachmaninoff / Piano Concerto No.3 with Fritz Reiner, recorded 1951.

Nothing like classics.

So today I went to town and ate a footlong Subway meal (Nut's fault!) and got paranoid that doof was angry at me (nut, again.) and then I went traipsing around the CBD and it's outer limits (ok, chinatown-ish) looking for some stuff, bumping into people too.

Nothing cracked me up like this cracked me up though. Sarah wong's unstoppable arrogance at work!

"But seriously, don't you think I am so easy to like? I'm like the best girlfriend material lah! I really think I'm like the nicest person ever!"

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Stikfas, by the way, is pretty cool. Thanks to samosa k.k. goh, who let us play/customise with his set. Which was funny cos he was all fracturing the parts himself.

Today I found out where in the hell Duxton Hill is... along with places like Cluny Court.

And I saw a french chef smoking, which was uber sexy.
Quite unlike the people I normally see smoking. In camp. In the toilet. Squatting.

Don't make it like it's their fault they're well off. They have the bloody silver spoon in their mouth and every bloody right to enjoy it.

OH and doof... nut and I have a TOTALLY COOL GIFT idea for you! And this has nothing to do with the massive toys 'r' us at suntec, which by the way, really does exist!

Till Next Week.

2005-09-25T02:38:00.000-07:00

I'm certain someone has cursed my Sundays. Not a Sunday goes by without something bad happening or me ending up feeling like shit because of something. And no, it's not a psychological thing.

On top of that, I've always got book-ins.

Something to look forward to eh?

Till next week.

Cowland, and the significant other.

2005-09-24T19:48:00.000-07:00

And the cow came, and started kicking down the doors, bringing down the barn.
Farmer Joe could only watch.
And the cow broke down the fence and said "No more! No more! You Shpoi!"
The other cows could only watch.
But then the cow started to kick the other cows, to chase them out.
And she declared, "This land is no more!"
But was it?

This is our land too! You can't chase us out of this land and pull down our barns and demolish his mountain. You can't throw away this much.

"She's changed. That bitch. She's a horrible person." he says.
And the others? They don't have the mind to think for themselves! Where will they live now?
What about me? You will not pull down my barn, whether I'm a cow or a chicken, this is my home now.

Leave if you want, but we're keeping the land.

"I treat you all like family."

As do we, mate. As do we.

Pardon!

2005-09-24T19:05:00.000-07:00

There's nothing quite like waking up at 7 (okay, 8...) to watch a light-hearted film in ice-cold air-conditioning on a sunday morning.

Non-bloggage has been due to inability to multi-task. Pardon.
See, cos I can't blog while talking on MSN, and everytime I wanna blog... well... I'm on MSN. So now I'm trying to catch this one moment I'm not on MSN to blog.

Two days ago, I ate 12.30 worth of ice-cream and waffles. Doof had the other 12.30. Piglets.

People are drifting out of my life now. Two, actually. Two. And there's... nothing I can do about it. Just gotta sit back and try not to feel sad.

I'm a bar of soap!

2005-09-17T23:43:00.000-07:00

Thanks doof.

I'm feeling like shit today but that's another story.
You know what cheered me up? I saw a dog that looked like a chocolate brownie that sprouted legs... it was like a scuttling chocolate brownie. I would have burst out laughing if not for the owners.

Don't Panic is a great game! So is headbands. Doof is a jackass!!

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A pianist walks out for an encore after several curtain calls. He takes his seat on the chair, turns to the audience, seemingly hesitates for a moment, trying to decide if he should bother announcing the full name of the piece, then in a single word says, "Chopin."
The crowd bursts out laughing.
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Quote of the day.
This is from a few years ago. Probably the quote that demonstrates my biggest lack of foresight. For the record (to save my damn ass) when I made this statement I hadn't seen the now-famous ads.

"iPod?? Now they're just trying to feed off the popularity of the iMac! They're never gonna sell that thing!!"

There's no such thing as a smart person. Only a person who's good at studies.

Da Doc will make you cum!

2005-09-17T09:01:00.000-07:00

^
Read above title. That's the message I got from von a few weeks ago, and the same one that doof read, and... the same one I was thinking about minutes before I entered the concert hall to watch Marc-Andre Hamelin aka Da Doctah play.

Skip if you don't do classical music>>>
Aside from some excess pedal wash and obscenely quick tempo, the Rach 3 was really really really good. Most certainly the most effortless I've yet seen.
The encores were killer!!!

Da Doc Will Make you Cum.

I've got the blues.

2005-09-12T03:50:00.000-07:00

I hope you know, maybe you don't, but I hope you do. I hope you know how I feel every weekend before I book in.

Dear Lord,
I'm not much of a Catholic. I haven't been to church since I was ten, and for that I'm eternally sorry. I cannot bring myself to go anymore, and for that, I shall pay. But I have faith. I can only hope that is enough. Dear Lord, I've been through a lot of shit in my life, but NS has been the worst of them all. I can only assume this is some punishment You have placed on me. I accept it. But, Lord, please, I beg, I pray, never let me go through this again.

With Faith,
Jeremy.

It may be strange to put a prayer down on a blog, but I just needed to commit that to a medium.

"Me OSO!!!!"-Doof

2005-09-11T16:21:00.000-07:00

We'll start with Gosford Park. I watched that on Saturday Night at dong hao's house. It was the most stereotypically english show I'd ever watched, complete with tea and crumpets, hunting, ridiculously formal attire, dames, lords and the like.

"Watching Gosford Park was like getting hit in the head with a sack of English Traditions."

That said, the movie was good. It demonstrated that the English really are the bitchiest of them all.
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I got up next morning to the totally farcical Army Half Marathon. I mean, the race started and most of us didn't even know it.
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Then I went to watch Eric Khoo's Be With Me with Spencer. It wasn't as nice as I'd hoped, but... ok lah not that bad. And that's when spencer and I decided that the most horrifically cliched (but still accepted) typically "art film" shots are the kind where, in total silence, they shoot some random furniture... like the couch, the bed, the pots and pans, then the sink, then a fan... to "demonstrate the emptiness". Yeah, if they say so.
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(this next one really should deserve a new post)
I had the most heavenly dessert at a wonderful buffet at Cafe Brio at the copthorne waterfront hotel.

It was called "Fruit Crumble"
Doof: "Sounds... generic."
But it tasted anything but. I will give anything (although mostly I mean money) to have that dessert again.
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No quote of the day today, but a trio of signs that von, dong and I saw.

Dong, on the ultimately obvious attempt at brainwashing....
Sign advertising foot massage machine-" After you buy it, you'll want to tell your friends about it too!"

Me, reading this store sign while walking around orchard....
Sign- "Fully Awareness with Concern"

Von, reading a diamond store sign
Sign- "Honesty is our only policy"

Quote-worthy.

2005-09-09T06:11:00.000-07:00

At first, there was the 3 hour-half day.
Half day off= release at 2 when the rest release at 5.

Then, there was the 10am day off.
1 day off= release at 10am when it should be release night before at 7.

NOW there's the 1 and a half hour half-day off!
Half day off= release at 1.30 when we would otherwise be released at 3.

It's no wonder they signed on. They failed maths!
Speaking of which, we were supposed to book out earlier, like just after lunch if not for the sudden, last minute Army recruitment talk.
Army Recruitment talk?
Army Recruitment talk??
Army Recruitment talk???
FUCK YOU!!!!!
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After that I went to meet doof and nut today, and FINALLY gave doof her SOCKS! With the fern design. No, it's not a tree or a leaf or a feather. Go tell a kiwi that and see if they don't beat you.

And of course they were being nasty to me, gangin up on me in Uno and stuff.
Nut: You sound like a cow!
Me: *insulted*
Nut: No, really!
Me: *insulted*
Nut: No, like uncannily like a cow!
Me: *insulted*
Nut: But really! You could take it as a compliment!
Me: *insulted*

And I'm never playing cards with all-seeing-eye-doof ever again.
Me: Man, you should see my cards.
Doof: What, they're all red?
Me: *WTF? HOW DID SHE KNOW????*
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You'd think after all those, there'd be some quotes of the day today, but that comes from my dear P L SEE.

Poh Leng: Games is my life!
Me: Are. Not is.
Poh Leng: But... are is past tense right?

separately,
Poh Leng: Jeremy, just do what you are.
Me: *confused*

Even the base character can change.

2005-09-04T04:35:00.000-07:00

Before I sign off for this weekend, I have just one announcement to make. It might not seem like much to you after you read it, but to me, it is important.

This is the quote of the week (which, for the second time, isn't a funny one per se, though I find it quite amusing)

By Mr Dong Hao, whose thirst for all things brainlessly actiony was comparable only to bloodlust, said this:

I... I can't even look at a gun anymore... I am a pacifist.*

*he noted that it was not applicable to swords and sorcery kinda violence.

For the record, this was because of the army. And it's huge news to me. It's like... the landscape disappeared overnight.

Jeremy (because I've never actually signed off when I "sign off" for the weekend)

(and I do think I put too much in brackets)

2005-09-03T23:52:00.000-07:00

My Lumines high score is a whopping 111000 (i mean, whopping considering I'm a cross-eyed retard who can't tell squares from rectangles.)

I can't wait for a nice real good game to come out for the PSP. And I mean good as in, non-racing/sports games. Ok I just spent five minutes looking at Gamespot, and they have catalogued 31 reviews (non-Japanese-imports). Out of these 31 games, 17 are under sports and driving games. The majority of the remainder are "action", leaving behind only 5 non-action, non-sports, non-driving games. But it's alright, cos the library expands.

I'm freezing my fingers off now as I type. The rain has made the air-con really really cold, and I'm having a running (sprinting) nose. And I crave coffee!!!
*HarumpH*

Cum Clams.

2005-09-03T08:15:00.000-07:00

A: My toothbrush is good! I use Oral-B!
B: Oh yeah? I have an electric Braun toothbrush!
C: OH well then how about my BOSCH toothbrush?
D: Bet you can't beat my Black & Decker toothbrush!
E: Heavy duty, guys. I use a CATERPILLAR toothbrush!!

I am SO full of irrelevant nonsense!

Today, I watched World of Warcraft in action, and thought it was awful boring. I prefer Lumines.
Also, I went to eat fish & co with tall, short and Da Butt.
We had some fun with Cum-Clams (yes, cum-clams) and trying to find out exactly where pearls are found.
Dong couldn't tell the difference between mussels and clams (again. Although, after he ate the oyster the look on his face suggested he'll remember from now on.)

And guys, Oysters are nasty. They have (within one meal) been described as...
"It's like Phlegm!!"
"It's like phlegm in a layer of skin."
"PHLEGM SACS!"
"CUM CLAMS!"

Do the Wow, Do the Oomph.

2005-09-03T00:06:00.000-07:00

I came home this weekend to a media barrage of the extent of hurricane katrina's damage. And then there was a strange series of thoughts in my mind.

Thought 1: Man... that sucks. To think I didn't hear any of it over the week itself, stuck in camp with no news.
Thought 2: Odd how we never guess, while we're in camp, that people out there are dying because of hurricane katrina.
Thought 3: But wait... hurricane or not, people are ALWAYS dying. Whether or not we're in camp. But do we bother to think about it?

Then I had a big moral debate in me about whether we should bother about each and every single person's death in this world (3 per second). And I wondered what made hurricane katrina's different from starving children in poverty-stricken areas, and what made those different from any other kinds of death for that matter.

And to be honest, I was too confused to come up with any proper answer. So I figured, the best thing one can do, is to donate some, and then... hope for the best.

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For nerds only:
This, while short and I were watching von play WoW.
Von: "That Murloc is stuck there. It's not moving. I think it's a bug."
Me: "No, it's a Murloc."
Von: "It's a fish!"
(it's ok if you didn't get it)

Dong: "What's that? Kill that!"
Von: "No, it's too low level, not worth the experience."
Dong: "Ohhh what's that thing? Kill that!"
Von: "No, no."
Dong: "Kill the Gnoll!! I WANT TO WATCH YOU KILL SOMETHING!"

Me: "Why do you always have to sit down randomly?"
Von: "My hitpoints regen faster when I sit down."
Me: "It's like some stupid Ah Beng squatting everywhere and smoking."

Dong: "What's that Murloc doing sprawled on the floor like that? Is it dead?"
Von: "No it's just unaware."
Me: "Of... everything, apparently."

Babbling incoherence.

2005-08-29T02:15:00.000-07:00

Today was altogether nasty. On top of waking up at 8, then sleeping intermittently till 12 (with disastrous consequences), then watching as time slips me by until I fall asleep at 3.30, then waking up at 5 again, I have to book in in 3 hours.

That sucks! I mean, the one time for the past 24 hours that you don't feel so drugged out (from drugs) or you're not feeling your lungs go mad, you realise you're gonna book in.

That, and apparently my parents say I was babbling in my sleep.

Dong Hao was telling me about this article in Today that went something like

"Of course, I try to treat all my children fairly, and mostly I do. But I feel my daughter's tops when it comes to..."

You feel your daughter's WHAT?

Siick.

2005-08-28T05:15:00.000-07:00

This is what Sarah said to me after I helped her out with some english definitions.

divine discontent says:
thank u good english man
You give me Flu, all through the night... says:
you're welcome.
divine discontent says:
haha
divine discontent says:
am i suppose to bow down and sweep my robes and give thanks
divine discontent says:
while u seep ur english tea

I'd like to think my English is good, but I don't dare suggest that I spew English tea yet.

I'm getting sicker and sicker still. Now the temperature is running berserk and my nose isn't far behind. I neeeed some sleep. Thankfully I got me an MC to keep me in bed until tomorrow.
I think my nose is running so badly that I'm getting dehydrated. Not a good thing.

Politics

2005-08-27T18:10:00.000-07:00

I was thinking, before I went to bed last night, about just how ridiculous politics is. It all stemmed from the post below when I described the heated speech as like a "political debate" (and by the way, that man was a fantastic orator, blue suit aside), which got me thinking about why people get so heated over politics. What makes the Taiwanese parliament so WWE-like? Why do people get into fistfights on American politics TV shows?

The answer is that, of course, politics is in everything and affects everything. People's lives depend on it, people's money depends on it. But I realised that despite this very rational argument, I had in me an ignorant-sounding but altogether honest question in my heart.

Politics, really so exciting meh?

I mean, I'm sure the part where people die or lose money is worth getting passionate about (and rightfully so), but I'm sure at the policy-making end of it, it's just statistics and stuff. So exciting meh? Pointless.

So you see, Politics is really like a knife. The politicians hold the harmless handle and the rest of us are at the business-end of it.

John 4:10 -- "Lights, Camera, Action!"

2005-08-27T08:34:00.000-07:00

I just came back, from a spook show as organised by the Faith Community Baptist Church. For those of you who know me, it's one of those things I don't do. But hey, it was free (for me), and it was a magic show, minus the sermon.

So it was fairly eye-opening after all, cos it's the first time I've been to one of those Christian Christian super-evangelistic big-crowd show-biz events. And I just realise how different things are. Maybe I'm just too used to the small 300-strong Sunday Mass, or the old caucasian dude in robes, just barely taller than the podium because of his hunch, talking in a conversational tone, but whichever way I think, I couldn't comprehend the 10000-strong crowd, the industrial razzmatazz, the 40-year old pastor talking heatedly a la political debate, the overt evangelism etc. It was impressive and all, but I couldn't understand it. How does the same message get sent out in two totally different ways? Is it the same message in the end? How many converts on that day were true converts? I have my doubts, but to be honest, I also think it's sure as hell (heh) more effective.

And the two funniest images of the day were when the sweeping overhead camera flew over the crowd, some dude put up a middle finger, which in the context of the event I found hilarious.
Also, the Sikh volunteer they called up to the stage. Well that must be uncomfortable.

Quote of the day (the pastor guy... lawrence i think.): "This is the day of the occult explosion! And many of you are curious! That's why you go and seek out these websites on this occult, these... dungeons and dragons, the warlocks, witches and wizards!"
D&D really isn't the work of the devil... well if it is, what's GTA:SA?

What's the week of the quote?

2005-08-26T07:05:00.000-07:00

I'm sick. Literally.

So anyway, I found out that thanks to my possible fever/gastric flu/lung infection, my dad's giving me a medicine which is....
Me: "What's that?"
Dad: "It's a steroid."

So either it's a completely medical term for a group of medicines, or I'm gonna be a heck of a manly man when I recover. In which case I'd rather just not.

Also my dad was being hilarious in the car today...

Mum: "You see, Henry Costa believes in having a network. He knows so many people, some are lawyers, doctors, everything! You on the other hand, have no such network."
Dad: "Yeah but whenever I need someone I can just plug into his network."

My dad's a winner! hahahah

I should've guessed I was sick when I came home and felt too dizzy to play the piano, and almost threw up after the... uh... mind-boggling puzzle game on the PSP.

Quote of the week (bai wen): "Hahaha! That's the day of the joke!"
No no, THAT'S the day of the joke.

Woes

2005-08-20T03:40:00.000-07:00

Well today I went to watch Valiant with kish and spencer, which while quite interesting after all, wasn't as nice as I'd hoped it to be (save for the mouse that kept going "SABOTAGE!!!!!")

I'm stressed out about army again you know? My acne's gotten worse, my white hairs are sprouting up, and I'm feeling nauseous all the damn time. Last night I woke up at 3.30 thinking it was 6. And the worst part was that some other part of me decided "6 is pretty much time to wake up anyway so I might as well stay awake". Thankfully my morning routine usually involves turning on my computer, and I swear I almost screamed when I looked at the time, cos I was all freshened up and awake.

Quote of the day (kish, and for once, a serious QotD. This one's about army): "I'm surprised I lasted this long."
To be honest, so am I. Or like I replied "I should have committed suicide by now."

Kish: "Hmm what other things can you major in in Arts & Social science?.... Philosophy? Who the hell majors in philosophy?"
Me: "I have no idea, though it seems like a very Spencer thing to do."

But it is!
Oh and let's get this down here... my mother bought a Nintendo DS. She's INSANE! She's like the king of handheld gaming!

Sigh, I'm feeling a tad nauseous again.

Just a little note.

2005-08-15T05:11:00.000-07:00

Oh indeed the pasta at coffee bean was freakishly tasty, and I don't think it was entirely because we were super hungry. And for anyone wanting to know how to create the visual illusion of making a sandwich appear big, go to O'Briens. They made two slices of bread unfinishable. Really!

The problem with having and extra-long break from army is that it's extra depressing to go back in. I need my Willy Wonka's now more than ever. And Minute Maid! It saved me last night. So refreshing. Hahhaa!

Oh. Drat.

2005-08-13T08:16:00.000-07:00

Ok. I had a nice big happy post written here, but I've just gotten activated for guard duty. So... well...

Drama Night.

2005-08-12T18:34:00.000-07:00

Last night was drama night... and it was insanely exhilarating, but at the same time gut-wrenchingly painful knowing that it's probably the last drama night I'm coming back to help out, and the last one that I'll truly know anyone who's involved, and... oh well.

And as much as I was going to cry (which would've been rather weird because my turn to cry has come and gone) I managed not to thanks to some ridiculous hysterics by doof at McDonald's.

Me: So Nut tomorrow we going orchard right? You going from where?
Doof: Duh... you think what, she go from Tiong Bahru?
Me: Huh? But she sometimes does go to Tiong Bahru!
Doof: Omg Nut it's your auntie's/uncle's/cousin's/son's house.
Nut: It's not my son! And I never go to Tiong Bahru!
Me: Yes you do. Don't your parents work there?
Doof: Her father is a tour bus driver! How could he.... (At this point doof's already dying)
Me: Well doesn't your mother work there?
Doof: Her father is a tour bus driver and he drives around Tiong Bahru!!!!!!
Nut: It's Tanjong Pagar!
Me: Same lah!
Nut: It's different!
Me: So I was thinking, because she always says "I need to meet my mum at Tiong Bahru"
Nut: Tanjong Pagar!
Me: SAME LAH!
Mick: You're an idiot!!
Me: So what I was going to ask was, if you're going from home, we go together can?
Nut: I REFUSE!
Mick: AFTER ALL THAT?

All this dissonance is making me incoherent.

2005-08-10T19:43:00.000-07:00

I've come to the conclusion that World of Warcraft starts out as an ass-boring game.
Von: "Eee I'm too poor to buy a Pumpkin..."

Oh and the game doesn't make sense.
Moist Cornbread (requires lvl 15 to EAT)

I've spent the last few days randomly at school helping out Dramanite and at NDP celebrations in the Tampines Heartlands. One was more productive than the other. Guess!!
So anyway on D-day at Tampines my kite broke down, so nannynannypoopoo to you.

I've been busting my ears out trying to listen to Prokofiev the last couple of days. It's really making very little sense to me. But I understand Scriabin!!! This no fair. I'll just pop in the Rach2 then. Something understandable.

I'm starting to get worried about university stuff. I mean, how does anyone know anything about what's supposed to happen, and where everything is, and what, who, why... Oh never mind. HELP!

Autumn Tree

2005-08-06T20:52:00.000-07:00

I was watching a flash animation, somewhat recounting the story of the Columbine High tragedy, except on a more intimate basis. It was very poignant, despite some of the animation coming off as poor (the running dude looked awkward), and what little voice acting there was being quite bad. Still, it got me thinking again.

And to be honest, and freakily so, I could see thing from their point of view. I always wondered whatever stopped me from walking into school and just... killing someone. Or some people. What is that factor that holds you back? (And you know sometimes you need holding back).

You know what scares me? That since then there've been dozens of student shootouts in school, and none have made the news like this one has. Are we a society that's becoming used to this?

BlueTeeth

2005-08-06T03:54:00.000-07:00

Today I saw a Steinway grand. Actually, many Steinway grands. And Kawai grands. And.... Oh it's like the holy grail!
And there was this 63" plasma tv that was so worshippable. I mean, it made the 43-inchers look like Desktop monitors, and the 30" ones were like Gameboy screens.

Disappointing moment of the day... Me (thinking): Whoopdee! Now I've got my cameraphone all up again I can take piccytures and put them up on meblog! And... and.... *clicks send*..... wait a sec my bluetooth device for the comp doesn't have any software. WHERE IS THE SOFTWARE???

So that's why there isn't a picture here of Doof driving. Yes doof that's what I took those pictures for. Was gonna like add a caption going "FUCK LAH CHEEBYE!!!" But hehe.

Random quotes:

Von, on how slack his NS life is: "I'm reading newspaper. Relatively less slack!"

Mcdonald's Guy: "You'll have to wait for your fries.
Me: "How long?"
Mc Guy: "20 seconds. *pause* *walks off to get fries*"

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Oh and these....
Anjana: "So... what are you doing now... with your life I mean..."
Me: "I'm in the army."
Anjana: "OH YEAH!"

Debra: "Hey your school starts on monday right? Good luck yeah!"
Me: "I'm in the army."
Debra: "Oh yes I forgot."

Nut: "When my school starts? Same time as you lah, in August!...... OH NO WAIT!"

Priyankar: "So good huh? Going university and all soon..."
Me: "I'm in the army."
Priya: "Oh."

Only Crystal Babcock seemed to remember.
Crystal: "So err... what... unit... group... part... erm.... of the army are you in?"

DO NOT FORGET ME.

Once upon a time,

2005-07-31T01:36:00.000-07:00

Today's real life rags-to-riches story...

As a young kid, he was dreadfully poor. His father had knocked down an old woman in a village, and the villagers beat him up so badly that he died in hospital days later. He had three brothers, all of whom abandoned the single-mum, meaning it was just him and his mother. So, without any educational qualifications, he became a construction worker, building the now Meritus Mandarin, then the highest building in singapore. After befriending a gangster, who hooked him up with a cook, he learnt to cook pastry and started working as a pastry chef-- at the same hotel he built with his hands. Soon he became a top pastry chef, and decided to move on to management. Working his way up from a receptionist, he is now the Vice-president of the Asia-pacific region of... well I can't reveal the Hotel management company, except that they built the then-Mandarin hotel(and he's earning shitloads). And it's not just any rags-to-riches story. This man is my sister's future father-in-law i.e. Silly cow's father.
Now he has an MBA.... but no PSLE, O, or A cert.

We must try to succeed. It's never easy, but you can do it.

Just a series of quotes

2005-07-29T07:55:00.000-07:00

Some guy (I quite forgot who)

"There's a puddle of sand there."

Which makes the desert an ocean!

Yong Jian, on the alphabet:

"It's not Air-WOL it's Ae-WOL. 'A' for.... for... erm... for.... Apple."
Speed!

Eugene on the art of seduction:

"I like girls with great personality. Bigger boobs means better personality."

Pamela Anderson= Messiah or something

Ramasamy, who apparently signed on:

"Regimental life is fun!"
Right. Psycho.

And worse still... he went on to elaborate...
"When you're all suffering together it's fun ah. But if it's just one person suffering then that's sad."
As Von put it nicely, "I'm sure the Jews who were being gassed in the same chamber were enjoying themselves."

Written on a flow chart in the control room of the Tampines NDP Heartlands Celebrations:

"Unusual Technician"
Which is the saddest job title ever.

While that's just EVERYONE but me talking, I'll be back in a bit. Hopefully just before I sleep. Gotta report at an unearthly hour tomorrow.

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall...

2005-07-24T18:23:00.000-07:00

Do you remember when you were young? Like I-don't-friend-you young? I remember a long time ago... when my parents used to be invincible. If ever I had a problem, anything at all, I'd just tell them, and they'd solve it. It was so simple. What happened to that?

The years seemed to fly by and it hurts me so much to see my parents grow old. I wish they could be... eternal. Forever young, forever invincible. It hurts to know that someday my parents will have a problem... and they'll come to me for help. My mother said the other day on the phone, "So tired you know? Last time after work still can go out to orchard road... now cannot already." And that made me depressed for the rest of the day. I wished I could dash out of camp to drive my parents around orchard road (not that I can drive).

Someday I hope I can be invincible for my daughters.

That's not a bald guy that's John Travolta!

2005-07-24T07:27:00.000-07:00

The past few days have seen me a little too sleep-deprived to blog properly so here I am now, finally. A quick summary of the week involves, well...

Tuesday, Wednesday
Platoon chalet, which was fun but not worth elaborating on.

Thursday
I went to sim lim square with von to buy wow ( i mean, he's buying it, not me.) And after looking at the graphics demos... figure I need a new computer. Most people have more ram than i have hard drive. And anyways, quote of the day...

Von: "Fruits and vegetables jamboree???? Why are they promoting anorexia?"

Saturday
I woke up way early and took a 2, 3, or 4 minute bath (depending on... my opinion) before going to the bus stop to wait HALF an hour for doof, during which I thought she bypassed me. (It's mickey's fault though. We INSIST.) So then we went to Mcdonald's for breakfast and apparently Bryan's being vegetarian and eating Hotcakes. So after that we went to school to check out how drama's going... which brings us to the ultimate quote of the week (it's the same as doof's)

We're talking about Nut's Baby cousin
Me: So who's the father?
Nut: My uncle lah!

And so frankly said too.

Then we went to eat Pizza Hut for lunch and decided to go to doof's house, where we played PICTIONARY!!
Speaking of which, I hereby christen nut and doof the pictionary twins.

Bryan: "That's not a bald guy that's John Travolta!"
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And the one moment when mickey and I got the word "BOX" and we both drew... well, a box. And we were so sure they would get it until Nut and Doof both shouted....

CUBE!!!!

2005-07-16T04:04:00.000-07:00

Quote of the day: "You know my boss Goh Bian Yan? Yeah because some of the guys in my office don't like him so they call him G BY." (The actual name of the boss has been slightly altered so as not to get the worker fired)

So today I woke up at 6, then 6:05, 6:10, 6:15 and eventually 6:20 when I decided to follow my own advice (that the book launch wasn't exactly going to wait while I lazed around in bed), so I pulled my lazy arse out of bed and walked down to Popular to buy THE book.

And now of course I have Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince! 600 pages of glorious trashlit to digest in two days. Cos I'm such a maniac.

"Adult or Children's cover?"
"Children's", and I thought to myself, if the cover is going to say "HARRY POTTER" I don't think it matters what it looks like.

I had a nightmarish incident today. I'll blog about it tonight but I don't wanna ruin my mood now.

Sis: "Oh you know I only read until book 4 cos book 5 was so boring. Can you just tell me what happened in book 5 so I can go on to read book 6?
Me: "Ok... erm.... lemme see... Sirius Black died.... and..."
Sis: "SIRIUS BLACK DIED???"
Me: ".... my god... that's not exactly news."

Signing out for the week!

2005-07-10T05:23:00.000-07:00

I spent the afternoon being giggly and stupid at parkway with doooofunk. I taught her how to frag mama lemon refill packs! It's more fun than you think it is (and WAY more childish). Oh and apparently the moment we entered MPH we only JUST happened to drift over to the geek section... and there was this reference book for the Unreal engine that was obscenely thick... and strangely thicker than a reference book for maya (geeks will know.)

Quote of the day (doof):
"Hey that's fiona xie's store!"
(you had to be there...)

Ok I'm gonna keep this short so, till next week!

Taking the "less fun" out of harmless fun!

2005-07-09T09:18:00.000-07:00

I saw the most hilarious thing at Giant Supermarket in Bedok (don't ask me what I was doing there.) It was a "water bomb kit" which consisted of undersized balloons (nipples) and some crude hand pump that looked entirely incapable of inflating said nipples. It was a massive waste of money (though it couldn't have cost much in the first place), but the dumb part was that there was a fairly large "Harmless Fun!" printed on it, and the price tag had been printed over those words leaving just "Harm".

Also consider, perhaps they were trying to delete the subliminal message of "Less Fun!"

Oh and there was this fruit (I assume) that looked EXACTLY like pangolin body parts. Freaky! Can't remember the name though. It was fairly long and in malay.

18 year olds become 21.

2005-07-08T21:20:00.000-07:00

I remember being sick and tired of hearing that "NS makes boys become men"-- it's an accusation thrown around too much by... everyone really, including parents who desperately wish for their sons to grow up, girls whose eyes needed opening, and boys who were always going to grow up to be the manly-man type (read: Testosterone-Misguided).

Up until mid-week my argument against that accusation had always been "NO."
Just that--"No."
No, as in, it simply isn't true. I don't know why it isn't, but it isn't.

But sometime mid-week, I finally figured out. It's a bit of a hypothesis, but I think it's pretty damn true.
"NS doesn't make boys become men, it merely makes them 2 years older than the people they study with."

You would notice the difference too, wouldn't you? I mean, one moment you're studying with an 18 year old, and the next you're studying with a 21 year old. It's 3 year difference.
I'm sure you would notice if you went from and 18 year old to a 15 year old right?

Of course you would.

Samuel L Jackson! Nelson Mandela! Kofi Annan! USHER!

2005-07-08T17:39:00.000-07:00

I've been wanting to blog this all week but I haven't quite had the chance. On monday night I had the strangest (and horrific) realisation. Ok those of you who have read Harry Potter will remember the character Mad-Eye Moody right? Well I realised that for two years the mental image that I've had of Moody was actually identical to Darth Maul from Star Wars Episode One. Well not totally identical... it's like Darth Maul with one wooden leg. Don't ask me why. So everytime the book said something like "Moody walked across the room" I would imagine Amputee Darth Maul walk across the room. Weird.

And also, Kingsley Shacklebolt (book 5 only) always looked like Samuel L Jackson.

I hope this doesn't mean I'm some sorta secret Star Wars fan. I'd probably kill myself.

Last night I ate a Carl's Junior... this new burger joint at Marina Square, which I likened to "buying a damn good bike for 2 million dollars". The burgers are massive. But any combo that costs you 10.50 is probably not worth the money eh? But still... can't get the taste of MEAT out of my mouth. Heh.

Quote of the day for yesterday (sarahwongwong): "I like this mirror... cannot see my face."

Duh.

Observe the failure of my intellect below

2005-07-03T23:08:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gents, (although to be honest, using plural form is already an overestimation of the readership of this blog) I have an announcement to make!
I just decided that art can be rated on a non-subjective basis! I have long held the opinion that art is art and hence cannot be rated since your shit is my art (disturbingly, it may have happened literally).
The following examples will be more regarding piano and stuff, since I have little knowledge of drawing kinda art.

For example, if person A were to say X pianist sucks. I prefer Y pianist. But person B says Y pianist sucks and I prefer X pianist, what would result is an argument. One that can't be resolved, too.

A: " X is so expressive. He may not be the most skilful but he's expressive."
B: "Y is so skilful, not like the over-expressive X."
A: "But..."

So I propose that... Art can be rated as follows:

*EDIT*

I thought I had it all down in black and white.... but upon writing it down (both as maths and in a subsequent attempt in words) there were way too many problems. I still hold that it can be quantified. Roughly, the concept is that the better art is that which receives more approval, TAKING into account the degree of approval to a somewhat small degree.
In other words, if 90% of people like X but only 50% like Y, then X wins even if approval for X is moderate and approval for Y is orgasmic. But if it was 90 to 80 but with the same approval degrees, then Y is the better art. Trying to express this mathematically was too difficult as I had to decide to what degree personal opinion held. Oh shit... if this decision is up to me, then it's too subjective.

*EDIT*

I think art MAY actually be unrateable.

Jeremy, has WON the match!

2005-07-03T18:12:00.000-07:00

It was a long day. It always feels like a long day if you get little or no sleep. It's the damn army overworking me till six in the morning. And technically there wasn't even work to be done. Just sitting around.

Yesterday I was watching the Aviva badminton stuff that was on TV. And the following excerpts from my conv with von reveal their l33tness.

Me: "Their reaction speed is insane."
Von: "They're like bots."
Me: "Yeah."
Von: "It's like 2 Godlike bots trying to kill each other. They should play Unreal Tournament."
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Me: "He teleported!"
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Me: "I'm sure their court is smaller than ours."
Von: "Yeah it looks smaller than ours."
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There was another discussion about trying to sound like the most menacing person on earth, but it can't effectively be reproduced in words. Which reminds me about playing CTF with the Singapore flag.

"STATE FLAG CAPTURED!"
"STATE FLAG DROPPED!"
"STATE FLAG RETURNED!"

Somebody tell me I'm still a child.

2005-07-01T23:02:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking... either I've become more observant about places to go, or my standards for interesting-places-to-go have been lowered, or Singapore is REALLY getting more interesting.

Yeah, like it could really have been the last one ;)

I think from next week (or maybe even tomorrow) I shall revive my dearest Sony-Ericsson K700i for taking pictures. That way, I feel better about not using my damn phone for... phonetic purposes. Which kinda makes me worry about where the software for the bluetooth thingamy is.

So as I was saying, Singapore may actually be getting more interesting! It's like, there are so many places I wanna go! The Macritchie treetop walk-thing, the new national library (which really looks like it's gonna rule) among others. But I find myself sorely lacking in time and/or company most weekends. Actually it's company-that-is-willing-to-go-anywhere-further-than-simei, but that's not the point. It sucks balls so I'm gonna have to start learning how to go for a walk myself. Who knows, if I make friends with myself, I may find that I'm such interesting company that I won't want real friends anymore!

Eh jeremy? Eh??

I don't even know the release date for the new harry potter book it seems. I'm so out of it. Definitely. Would I care if someone dies? (Oh wait... I think I remember a report that someone does die.)

Heck, would I care if they all died?

(Think about it... the 7th book would then be J.K. Rowling and the Dwindling fan base.)

I remember when the fifth book came out. Two years ago. I was preparing for Time Flies I think. And I went to popular at 7 in the morning to buy the book! Such fervour. Now I'll just wait until lunchtime when it's more convenient for me.

*Sudden interruption caused by something I just remembered. It's how my brain works. shut up.*

Dear friends, have you been using your student EZ-link card? Did you get a rude shock on Thursday? Your card expired.
THEY EXPIRED MY YOUTH.
Could you even remotely imagine how pissed off I was?
THEY EXPIRED MY YOUTH!
I'm an adult now. Doing adult things.
And so are you!
Let's all do adult stuff together.
Let's all frolic around and have group sex while smoking marijuana. (they cancel my youth and i become a hippie... this is wonderful...)

So now I'm left with no choice but to use my SAF Ezlink card.
Disgusting.

No Harry Potter, No Child Ez-link card.
But still young at heart right?

p.s. oddly enough, doof and nut always make me feel like a child. I like that feeling. *hugs doof and nut*

"That's not creativity... that's ALCHEMY!"

2005-07-01T17:28:00.000-07:00

So last night I went to Holland village to eat after booking out. I was with kish and von, and as it turns out, the first thing I find out is that they're both blind.

(on phone) "Hey where are you?"
Von: "Downstairs."
"Is Kish there?"
Von: "No."
*hangs up*
"Hey where are you?"
Kish: "I'm at the staircase downstairs..."
"Is cleavon there?"
"No..."

And that's when I spot them standing 3 metres apart...

So I had yummy pizza, tiramisu latte and strawberry romanoff. Which is all good and tasty... mmmm...

Quote of the day:
So we were laughing about the thought of a "man-eating goldfish" when von suddenly comes up with the "amphibious man-eating goldfish."

Oh and ducks really ARE amphibians! They satisfy the qualities right??

Here's a conclusion we came up with.... Coffee club OUTSOURCES all it's food! If you order coffee, they'll send a runner over to TCC. If you order dessert they'll send a runner over to NYDC and so on and so forth.

Oh and thanks to my poor reading skills I read a storename that said "contemporary indian cuisine" as "temporary indian cuisine."

Which is really an interesting concept...

Wanna eat at Thos SB Raffles?

2005-06-26T00:05:00.000-07:00

After trying the hell outta me to figure out what that "purveyor of fine foods and wines" (glorified cafe if you ask me) Thos SB Raffles was... I finally found out! It's Thomas Stamford Bingley Raffles! Should've been more obvious.
What kinda name is Thos SB raffles for a coffeehouse anyway?

"Hey I'm tired. Let's grab a drink and sit down."
"Where?"
"Thos SB."
"Sounds like a home-programmed bit of software."
"Yeah I know."

Oh and the Latte there was good. To put it the way dong did...
"Dude lemme have a sip of that BROWN GOLD..."

You know I've always felt strangely embarrassed to say this (and I know no one else does...), but I like chicken rice! I know, you can't even think of a good reason to feel embarrassed by it, but I always envision a response that goes like this:
"I like chicken rice!"
"What are you, a TOURIST?"
"But... it's...nice..."
"Yeah, that and chilli crab. Bloody newbie."

I feel so healthy today. I rejected a Zinger Meal with Cheese fries for chicken rice. Go me!
*Interruption*
My neighbour's phone just rang. Damnit it's so bloody loud it sounds like it's coming from my sister's room! No, it's not my sister's phone it's definitely my neighbour's. I wonder what it sounds like if you're standing next to it.

It's why I sit at the piano all day...

2005-06-25T08:54:00.000-07:00

Do you know what?

I've got that feeling again (no... I'm not having cramps. I'm not capable of it.)
Have you ever felt this feeling... no. No I'm not getting this right. Have you ever felt a feeling... any feeling. At all... and you wanted to. Crap... now it's too general. Ok I'll try an example.

Let's say you're angry. With someone. And you want to just take a hammer and clock him over the head with it. But you can't, cos... he's... like the president or something. And he's just standing there looking cocky. And you're angry. But you can't hit him even though you want to.

That's how I feel. No I'm not angry or anything that was just an example. It's just... ok crap there's no real way to say this except that all my life I have wanted to express myself but I don't think I have quite ever done it to my satisfaction.

I want to express myself but I can't.

Much of who I am and what I do has always revolved around that. Every awkward moment, every word I speak... this blog among other things... all it's ever been was an attempt to express myself. And I've failed. I mean, it's one thing to say
Fact: John walks across road.
or
Fact: John walks blindly across road.
But how on earth are you going to express how you feel at the moment when the car comes and knocks john down as you're standing on the pavement watching? I have a tremendous respect for anyone who can express themselves.
I mean, sometimes when I get a bright idea in my head but I can't execute it because I'm not good enough with words and poetry or drawing or music... that's frustrating but I can live with that.
But it's when it's a feeling. Like I want to express how I feel... to let someone understand how I feel, or feel how I feel, but I can't. And that really is super frustrating... something I cannot live with. Like how I hate the army. I really hate it. To the absolute core of my body I hate it and I've tried every imaginable way to let that feeling leave my heart and enter some other medium but I can't. I've brought manuscript books and blank foolscap and everything to camp to try to capture that hatred but guess what? Those books are blank.

And as a result I end up getting pissed off at myself and sounding all self-loathing and whatever and that's a really unhealthy vicious cycle but I really can't help it sometimes. It's why I sit at the piano all day... I've been trying since forever to fully express myself... but I can't. I feel like I've always fallen short of my targets. That at the end of the day when I look at what I have created... I don't feel moved by it. I don't see meaning in it. It's useless then.

Never mind that.
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Oh thanks to doof for pointing out... my other daughter's name was Wendy (told you it was bad.)
And I just remembered the store called Wh.....

2 GALS INSERT FOREIGN OBJECTS INTO THEIR VAGINAS!

2005-06-24T08:37:00.000-07:00

The most hilarious and crude attempt by a magazine to capture one's attention: "2 gals insert foreign objects into their vaginas!"

And the most nonchalant reply to their desperate letters: "Oh my goodness, I am so concerned."
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So today I booked out, then went to meet doof and nut to hang out in town. After being way too high for a bit, which is as usual, we went to doof's house to play Game of Life.
And the members of my family are... Glenda (me), Emily (Wife), Helen (child) and... I forgot, but it's as bad as Glenda and Helen. Trust me.
Oh and I almost named my future son Diablo Heng Jar Jar. I think he could be so cool!

Question: Ok, remember Tassadar from Starcraft? Why didn't anyone ever call him Tassie?

And my euphemism for the day is "Questionably Perfumed"... for those who stink really bad but are too nice to diss.

2005-06-19T07:06:00.000-07:00

There's an article in the papers today regarding army food.
To be fair, the panel of judges was balanced.
To be fair, the selection of the food seemed random enough.
To be fair, they did pan one of the selections.

To be honest, it got me pissed off massively.
One of the items got voted as "good enough for airline food"
I'm guessing they've never sat in anything better than the cargo hold of a Boeing. They sing the praises of the food in the articles and publicise army language as if it wasn't the national embarassment that it is. It disgusts me for them to think that just because the food is better, that it has changed anything about the army.

Everything has a core. A core that never changes. One that is definitive of it. Definitive as in caterpillars are the young of butterflies and moths, and if it grew up into a beetle then it wasn't a caterpillar.
The core of the army never changed. It is still in it's essence a fucked up place, filled with the hell of military lifestyle. Let no one convince you otherwise. It IS a violation of my human rights. I consider it so and you won't tell me otherwise. End of story.

Slow degeneration of my blogs into random thoughts

2005-06-19T03:11:00.000-07:00

"Ever thought about it like this?" moment of today:

Von: You actually Nudge people on Msn?? I mean, you might as well go and degauss your monitor... it's the same thing lor.

Desperate attempt to lure us to stay to watch movies by dong last night:

Dong: You could stay you know... but I'm going to watch Constantine so you have to tahan the... cool scenes.

You know, I realised the east is devoid of Pastamania. I mean, there's one in tampines, but who really wants to go there anymore? Then after that... there's an awful void. Sheesh.

Hey... bovril. BOVril. Cow stuff. But now it's chicken stuff. Makes it Fowril right? Right.

Me dad's sick. You know how it is with doctors. They see dozens of patients a day with all sorts of illnesses but over the years develop some sort of super resistance that makes them indestructible to bacteria and viruses. Then if for some reason this super resistance lets them down for even a bit, BAM! they get hit real hard by something nasty. Job hazards I guess.

I'll now tell you the story of my friend who fell asleep at home, along with three other people, only to wake up to a missing handphone. The robber walked in, and TOOK the phone... then walked out.

At least now I know how to get the flat TV i've always wanted. Just gotta make sure my friend is asleep.

2005-06-17T23:20:00.000-07:00

This is a quick summary of my past 3 meals:

Yesterday's dinner: One SupaShake Chocolate shake thingy, Tom Yam instant noodles and a Cranberry Raspberry Snapple.

Today's breakfast: An iced Americano with a chocolate eclair.

Today's lunch: Ya Kun Kaya Toast.

I should REALLY eat some real food.
I just found out my younger sister's gonna get 80 bucks of pocket money when she finishes her secondary school. (I mean, if she finishes her secondary school.) That's an awful lot. I got 50 in JC, and my elder sister got 70 in uni... going up to 80 in her last year. Pampered spoilt child. Never mind, I shall assume it's inflation.

Has anyone played the card game Arne? I wonder if it's fun. I really need something to do in camp.

Oh by the way, Nut really WAS pregnant. I called her up and she said she was looking after her baby cousin.

And it was cute when it cried.

CD-players and what not to buy...

2005-06-17T05:51:00.000-07:00

I just came back from a lovely week out in Army Land. You know, it's really not like when we were young and playing with toy soldiers. Somehow, everything is a less... heroic.
Well, today I played dodge ball and skinned my elbows and my waist (strange place to fall on. Probably explains why my back hurts...)
Still I don't think I've had quite as much fun since... like... erm... 1925 (more like January this year, but it feels like 1925)

Quote of the week:
Me: "Oh let's pop in some Coldplay!"
Kayun: "My CD player doesn't work."
Me: "Oh, why not?"
Kayun: "Because it's ENZER!!"

You have been warned.

In other news, I passed my SOC and got me a silver for IPPT which means no retraining on the weekends for me. Unfortunately I gotta go back tomorrow for some nonsense stuff. Oh well.

Want to buy our merchandises?

2005-06-12T03:43:00.000-07:00

After having a totally delicious All Day Raisin Toast from starbucks (yes, for breakfast. I'm a freak.), I went to Popular with von.
Come to think of it, I don't think there's a specific-time-of-day Raisin Toast.

Anyhow, we were once again mocking primary school assessment books, which by the way, is more fun than it sounds. Ok first there was this "model essay" book and upon flipping through it, I found a sentence that included the word "merchandises". To be more accurate, it looked something like this:

... ... and all the other merchandises. ... ...

Creative Vocabulary:
Merchandises... ...

If creative vocabulary involves CREATING words that don't exist, I guess it IS creative vocabulary.

Then there was this other model essay book for primary one. The essay went like this: "Ali is a young boy. Ali has a father, mother and two sisters. Ali's father is a doctor."
Quote of the day, by von: "That's like a collection of facts."

Ok so I had this stupid extended family lunch thing at this awful place somewhere... I don't even wanna mention it-- it's embarassing. So my sister and I were at the pasta counter and the guy there was like "Do you want bacon in that?" and I was like "Yes sure."
And after leaving the counter....
Sister: "That guy!! He was malay!"
Me: "Huh?"
Sister: "Mister do-you-want-bacon-in-that... he's malay!!"
Me: "Maybe he's not muslim!"

I'm assuming he's not.
He better not be.

X & Why Not?

2005-06-11T06:34:00.000-07:00

I now hold in my hands a copy of Coldplay's X & Y! (Ok no, it's actually on the table.) I've been waiting ages for this. Since... well... since I grew tired of A Rush of Blood to the Head. So for a while after this, Rachmaninoff and all his other classical cronies are going to be sidelined to make way for Coldplay. Good stuff. Interestingly, I paid a grand total of Zero dollars for the CD. It was entirely paid for in vouchers that I got on college day. Thank goodness for CD-Rama really.

Ok here's a story about tonight's dinner. (Which FYI didn't go too well...) See now, my father has this strange habit of picking random unheard-of places to go to for dinner. It's like some obsession with experimenting. So here we were heading to the Singpost building in Paya Lebar-- that's right, the Singpost building. And at the Basement 2 of that... pseudo-mall is a place called Thai Village Kitchen.

Me: "Err... pa? Where did you hear of this place?"
Dad: "... in the... er... newspapers."
Me (thinks) : Oh dear god... it's one of them 2 cm by 2 cm black and white ads in the classified sections.

So as I was looking through the menu I noticed that, save for the Tom Yam Soup... nothing on that menu was Thai in particular. I mean... sambal kangkong? Chilli Crab??
*Moments later, while looking at dessert section*

Mum: "Do you have any... mango?" (referring to mango with glutinous rice... that thai dessert thing that I don't quite like)
Waitress: "Oh no we don't have mango. We're not a Thai restaurant."

I recommend you re-read the previous line for comic effect before proceeding.

So there we were at Thai Village Restaurant (psst! Not a thai restaurant!), when I noticed the OTHER menu, which sold entirely Japanese food....

Oh and the food was bad by the way.

So I'm never trusting my father when he says "Eat at *random place*? Why not?

End of Interval. Please return to your seats.

2005-06-10T23:37:00.000-07:00

This here would be post numero uno on my new blog. The old one has been deleted and all traces of its existence UTTERLY DESTROYED. (I clicked delete... it does that sometimes.)

So anyway, I'm starting a new blog because a) The internet is the only place crazy enough for some of my shit and b) It's like so uncool not to have one (which is ironic because blog proliferation is so uncool anyway)

As things stand right not, I AM...

In the forced employ of the Singapore Armed Forces (and so not Lovin' It)
and thinking about my future as a.... well, that's what I'm trying to decide right now.

And the main reasons I stopped blogging previously were a) Imagined I wouldn't have time in the army, b) Got tired of hating my blog, c) Only the Amish didn't have blogs, d) SLOTH.

(option e) all of the above

So there. The curtain's been lifted, the interval is over. Let the onslaught of random musings, rants and blasphemous remarks be made.

Amen.