>.<
Ok, first things first, it wasn't intentional. But then again, I was being naughty luh. She had a few bad habits that were quite funny, so just made fun of her. When she didn't react, I thought she didn't hear it and said it in a more "cruel" way. It was then that I heard sobbing sounds. Before that, she had already started to accumulate tears in her eyes. (yah, that was when I thought she couldn't hear... Oops..)
I stood stunned there for a second as I looked at her. Her face cringed and tears flowed down her cheeks. My first words were "I'm sooo, soooo sorry... " (duh!) The consolation wasn't just verbal. Instinctively, I just went over to her and hugged her to assure her that it was sincere. We continued hugging while she sniffed and sobbed, as her tears slowly wet my shoulders. I didn't know what else to say except, "I'm really so sorry, I didn't mean it..."
Found out later she was undergoing a bad patch. Normally she can take such jokes de... hmm... Anyways, yups. Though she cried, we became closer after that.
HAHA! hmm... must be wondering what I'm laughing about right? ASK ME... heh..!
Nov 8, 2008
Oct 15, 2008
Convincing 50,000 people to part with $20
It starts here.
If you think it's worth $20 to obtain knowledge you might not ever get in your life,
If you think you will go all out to solve your acne problems,
If you think investing less than 3% (that's 2 times less than GST!) of a typical part time job month pay can make u 300% healthier,
Then think no more! Click on the following link!
http://www.productsupplycenter.com/web102279
Haha! I get $ from sales of this product luh! But hor, seriously, I am going to try it myself when I get the time to read this 102 page e-book! Talking about value for $!
Ok enough marketing for now. More marketing gimmicks to follow! Watch this space! =)
If you think it's worth $20 to obtain knowledge you might not ever get in your life,
If you think you will go all out to solve your acne problems,
If you think investing less than 3% (that's 2 times less than GST!) of a typical part time job month pay can make u 300% healthier,
Then think no more! Click on the following link!
http://www.productsupplycenter.com/web102279
Haha! I get $ from sales of this product luh! But hor, seriously, I am going to try it myself when I get the time to read this 102 page e-book! Talking about value for $!
Ok enough marketing for now. More marketing gimmicks to follow! Watch this space! =)
Oct 9, 2008
Should I choose to believe...
Rewind the clock and go back to the 2nd week of August. My aunt kinda signed me up for some 算命 session at TPY Hub.
The "master" told me my 8 Characters are one of the worst he has seen. GOsh!
1) A high propensity for liver/blood diseases
2) Doomed to fail in business
3) Doomed to be divorced with my wife and cause her to go mad
The only remedies I can do for myself:
a) Detox
b) Avoid being entrepreneurial
c) Marry a divorced lady, preferably with kids. Kinda don't really understand the logic
Anyways, his analysis of my "standard characteristics" are:
i) Super Duper Stubborn. Always insistent on my own way of doing things. One result of which is I will have problems at work, especially with my collegues and superiors. Another repercussion is that although I might be able to get along okay with my gf, she'll suffer when she weds me cos I'm supposed to be so stubborn she'll go mad.. -.-. Ok, then he said I will definitely listen his words, one ear in, the other ear out. Who's the stubborn one here now??
ii) Never studies and will just go along with life with average grades.
Ok. At this point, let me elaborate first by saying he had an assistant who sat in during the "session". I didn't say anything much while the "master" was talking, just silently nodding away while he was in a sort of finger pointing, accusing tone of my character. After that session, the assistant brought us (my aunt, mum and myself) to another room.
At that point, I highlighted that the master might not be accurate cos although my results were mediocre till JC, I definitely think that my first class honours was not a fluke. Guess what the assistant said to me when I told him I did pretty well in Uni. "Oh, the master said that actually if u put in effort, you'll do very well!"
WHAT CRAP LORH! I took down all of what the master said and he said nothing of that sort.
Next, when he was recommending packages for me to "reborn" my 8 characters, which was like 12k! he couldn't even maintain eye contact with us! He was becoming more n more like a liar. Not only was he lousy at crapping, he was lousy as a salesman! Not that I'm advocating lying without battling an eyelid but... mmm...
I had seconds thoughts about the whole affair even before I entered his office. That place was huge! Decorated with lavish decors and rich lighting, fully air-conditioned and carpeted office space. The whole place was bigger than the whole row of my sch classrooms back in secondary school. It seemed that sales was the primary driving force for that "company", instead of consultations. No matter, it was more like a business than anything else.
If I were to learn anything from this, it would be to try to prevent these disasters from happening. Believe it or not, what do you think?
The "master" told me my 8 Characters are one of the worst he has seen. GOsh!
1) A high propensity for liver/blood diseases
2) Doomed to fail in business
3) Doomed to be divorced with my wife and cause her to go mad
The only remedies I can do for myself:
a) Detox
b) Avoid being entrepreneurial
c) Marry a divorced lady, preferably with kids. Kinda don't really understand the logic
Anyways, his analysis of my "standard characteristics" are:
i) Super Duper Stubborn. Always insistent on my own way of doing things. One result of which is I will have problems at work, especially with my collegues and superiors. Another repercussion is that although I might be able to get along okay with my gf, she'll suffer when she weds me cos I'm supposed to be so stubborn she'll go mad.. -.-. Ok, then he said I will definitely listen his words, one ear in, the other ear out. Who's the stubborn one here now??
ii) Never studies and will just go along with life with average grades.
Ok. At this point, let me elaborate first by saying he had an assistant who sat in during the "session". I didn't say anything much while the "master" was talking, just silently nodding away while he was in a sort of finger pointing, accusing tone of my character. After that session, the assistant brought us (my aunt, mum and myself) to another room.
At that point, I highlighted that the master might not be accurate cos although my results were mediocre till JC, I definitely think that my first class honours was not a fluke. Guess what the assistant said to me when I told him I did pretty well in Uni. "Oh, the master said that actually if u put in effort, you'll do very well!"
WHAT CRAP LORH! I took down all of what the master said and he said nothing of that sort.
Next, when he was recommending packages for me to "reborn" my 8 characters, which was like 12k! he couldn't even maintain eye contact with us! He was becoming more n more like a liar. Not only was he lousy at crapping, he was lousy as a salesman! Not that I'm advocating lying without battling an eyelid but... mmm...
I had seconds thoughts about the whole affair even before I entered his office. That place was huge! Decorated with lavish decors and rich lighting, fully air-conditioned and carpeted office space. The whole place was bigger than the whole row of my sch classrooms back in secondary school. It seemed that sales was the primary driving force for that "company", instead of consultations. No matter, it was more like a business than anything else.
If I were to learn anything from this, it would be to try to prevent these disasters from happening. Believe it or not, what do you think?
Revenge of the humble honey bee
Everything happens for a reason. The HoneyBee Effect. 因祸得福. There are just so many titles I can put for this particular entry.
Bees are known to die immediately after stinging someone or something, in the case of normal "working class" bees that is, from what I know. For weeks, I have discovered dead bees lying around the house during my weekly floor sweeping session on Sundays.
How and why the bees even bother to fly all the way to the 19th storey, and to die at the corner of the room for that matter, have been much of a mystery. Conspiracy theories include "Bee hives on the roof" and "Queen Bee scented Fan Blade". These seem the most logical of explanations for the dead bees that are often found in segments or with broken wings. Death by high-speed fan blades. >.<
Which brings me back to the "revenge". Apparently the scout bees were "killed in action" by the death blades of the fan; the colony must have sent a commando bee for the latest mission. I call it "Guerilla Kamakaze".
I was already on long term medication, "Cetirizine" for my drug allergy with could last for up to another 2 years! To put it simply, the medication is an antihistamine used to minimise inflammation (hives, or rashes to the layman).
Now, it was just like any other nights when I went to sleep after a bout of MSN and a nice, warm shower. As I slid into my blanket thinking of what dreams I could dream of, I felt a sharp acute pain on the underside of my right thigh where my hamstring is. My instant reflex was to jump up, turn on the lights and find the culprit.
There, lying at the position where my thigh used to be on the mattress, was the commando bee which had sacrificed itself. After hastily checking the bee if it was still alive and its butt for the sting, I took the nail-clipper to check for the sting dislodged on my thigh. I COULDN'T FIND IT! The wound was of a small but prominent red hue. Admist all the chaos of finding the sting and cleaning my wound, it has grown to the size of an average mosquito bite. Applying alcohol and calamine lotion was the only and next best thing to do at that time.
On the next day, the insect bite has grown to the size of my palm. The muscles around the area was stiff and it was slightly painful and relatively itchy. And I am experiencing this despite my daily dose of antihistamines; wondered how my body will react if I weren't on such medication. A case of my drug allergy trumping the sting?
Anyways, my colleague was rather worried for me because she had a friend who apparently died from an innocent ant bite! The next morning, I took to the doc and was given an injection of a rather heavy dose of antihistamines, 20ml if I weren't wrong. The swell didn't go down immediately, and it took 2 days of 30mg of Prednisolone for the bee sting to subside. The itch didn't, though.
I think I need to have a thorough cleansing of my blood hah!
Bees are known to die immediately after stinging someone or something, in the case of normal "working class" bees that is, from what I know. For weeks, I have discovered dead bees lying around the house during my weekly floor sweeping session on Sundays.
How and why the bees even bother to fly all the way to the 19th storey, and to die at the corner of the room for that matter, have been much of a mystery. Conspiracy theories include "Bee hives on the roof" and "Queen Bee scented Fan Blade". These seem the most logical of explanations for the dead bees that are often found in segments or with broken wings. Death by high-speed fan blades. >.<
Which brings me back to the "revenge". Apparently the scout bees were "killed in action" by the death blades of the fan; the colony must have sent a commando bee for the latest mission. I call it "Guerilla Kamakaze".
I was already on long term medication, "Cetirizine" for my drug allergy with could last for up to another 2 years! To put it simply, the medication is an antihistamine used to minimise inflammation (hives, or rashes to the layman).
Now, it was just like any other nights when I went to sleep after a bout of MSN and a nice, warm shower. As I slid into my blanket thinking of what dreams I could dream of, I felt a sharp acute pain on the underside of my right thigh where my hamstring is. My instant reflex was to jump up, turn on the lights and find the culprit.
There, lying at the position where my thigh used to be on the mattress, was the commando bee which had sacrificed itself. After hastily checking the bee if it was still alive and its butt for the sting, I took the nail-clipper to check for the sting dislodged on my thigh. I COULDN'T FIND IT! The wound was of a small but prominent red hue. Admist all the chaos of finding the sting and cleaning my wound, it has grown to the size of an average mosquito bite. Applying alcohol and calamine lotion was the only and next best thing to do at that time.
On the next day, the insect bite has grown to the size of my palm. The muscles around the area was stiff and it was slightly painful and relatively itchy. And I am experiencing this despite my daily dose of antihistamines; wondered how my body will react if I weren't on such medication. A case of my drug allergy trumping the sting?
Anyways, my colleague was rather worried for me because she had a friend who apparently died from an innocent ant bite! The next morning, I took to the doc and was given an injection of a rather heavy dose of antihistamines, 20ml if I weren't wrong. The swell didn't go down immediately, and it took 2 days of 30mg of Prednisolone for the bee sting to subside. The itch didn't, though.
I think I need to have a thorough cleansing of my blood hah!
Jul 23, 2008
it goes on
Day 9 (after the 1st sign of hives was detected): Saw another doc from polyclinic. Must say he's totally useless. Didnt bother to really find out what could be the cause of my allergy. I tried not scratching for the entire day. It was unbearable. During the interview/test session at mfa i was literally having cold turkey treatment. No meds, toilet breaks only after each individual test, stress of handling the test. Wrong answers minus marks! >.<
Ok, my point being, the itch was super unbearable. But I guess the redness on my neck and hands just appeared and grew by themselves, probably from the friction when I move in my long sleeved shirt. Hives. Tsk!
Anyways, the medicine that was prescribed for me was hardly potent. Cetirizine Dihydrochloride 10mg, Take 1 a day; and hydrocortisone 1% cream. I felt that after so long that my hives are still around, I should've been given epinephrine shots already.
As night set in, my itch began to intensify again. On top of that, my throat seemed to be constricted because I started to feel pain whenever I swallow. Bad day, I thought.
Day 10: I knew I was in no condition to go for band. I awoke from a call on my mobile. It was from shell, smth about a full day assessment centre event and a corresponding briefing.
Anyhow, the pain from swallowing was gone; but my shoulder and hand pains are back. Dunno if it's muscle or bone kind of pain and ache, just felt "ee! woo! ahh... aiyoh...crap!" It was like seas of needles and pinchers flowing thru my veins along my hands and at my shoulder region. The nodes of the pain and aches seemed to be at my wrists and the joint linking my arm and shoulder blade. Nodes meaning there is a continuous pain/ache feeling while the pain/ache feeling along the path to the shoulder is sort of a throbbing on/off kinda thing.
And, I dunno if it's a cold day or wad, I felt dam cold, throughout the day. At 3pm i felt it was a little too much and i settled into bed and only just woke up at 6 plus. The pain/ache is still there, though slightly lesser. Somehow my ankle and shin are kinda feeling that same achy-ness. Feel terrible. Topping it up like fire to a pile of shit is the itch behind my ears and upper back, and ankle.
When are these gonna go away...
Ok, my point being, the itch was super unbearable. But I guess the redness on my neck and hands just appeared and grew by themselves, probably from the friction when I move in my long sleeved shirt. Hives. Tsk!
Anyways, the medicine that was prescribed for me was hardly potent. Cetirizine Dihydrochloride 10mg, Take 1 a day; and hydrocortisone 1% cream. I felt that after so long that my hives are still around, I should've been given epinephrine shots already.
As night set in, my itch began to intensify again. On top of that, my throat seemed to be constricted because I started to feel pain whenever I swallow. Bad day, I thought.
Day 10: I knew I was in no condition to go for band. I awoke from a call on my mobile. It was from shell, smth about a full day assessment centre event and a corresponding briefing.
Anyhow, the pain from swallowing was gone; but my shoulder and hand pains are back. Dunno if it's muscle or bone kind of pain and ache, just felt "ee! woo! ahh... aiyoh...crap!" It was like seas of needles and pinchers flowing thru my veins along my hands and at my shoulder region. The nodes of the pain and aches seemed to be at my wrists and the joint linking my arm and shoulder blade. Nodes meaning there is a continuous pain/ache feeling while the pain/ache feeling along the path to the shoulder is sort of a throbbing on/off kinda thing.
And, I dunno if it's a cold day or wad, I felt dam cold, throughout the day. At 3pm i felt it was a little too much and i settled into bed and only just woke up at 6 plus. The pain/ache is still there, though slightly lesser. Somehow my ankle and shin are kinda feeling that same achy-ness. Feel terrible. Topping it up like fire to a pile of shit is the itch behind my ears and upper back, and ankle.
When are these gonna go away...
Jul 20, 2008
an omen it was
Call it pessimmism or self-fulfilling a "prophecy", this entry could serve as the only means to find out what was actually wrong with me should anything weird happen.
Na said the coma dream could be an omen. How right it was. Just on the night of Monday itself, the scalp was feeling unusually itchy. The following day, this happened:
Tuesday (15 Jul): A few small itchy bite marks spotted on both elbows. A few videos and 3 hours later, the rash broke out into a full blown hive. Affected areas include the throat, arms and... hmm... other areas >.<
Later in the afternoon, it was appearing that it's either I go to the doc or be entirely consumed by rashes. Doctor suspects allergic reaction to my acne meds, minocycline. Xyzal and Prednisolone were prescribed. At that time, prolonged fatigue had set in. In the next few days, I would sleep for an average of 12-14 hours each day.
Friday (18 Jul): I had decided agnst going for band on wed due to obvious scratchy reasons. On this day, something new occurred. A constriction and tightness at my chest area and a pain in my throat esp during swallowing. A localised inflammation of the respiratory / digestive tract is suspected. Previously, I thought that something was dislodged in my gullet.
Saturday (19 Jul): Morning was a fresh start for me. The itch was minimised and the pain in the throat seemed to have subsided. That moment was to be short-lived. Following sectionals and band prac in the afternoon, a sort of muscle-splitting pain was sensed on the shoulder area. Dinner was hardly enjoyable for the swallowing part was painful. Still, talking to friends had an effect of diversion from the itchiness, pain and sore-ness.
Sunday (20 Jul): Tuition with my 2 kids has never been this 辛苦; both my arms are now experiencing that muscle-splitting pain, esp at the joints. The itch was now of secondary concern. Panadol Extra was no match for the aches in my arms. Probably preparing for anymore weird symptoms that may appear after this, I thought I had to pen all these down, just in case it might come in useful.
I'll be consulting medical help from the skin centre on Monday for a likely allergic reaction from minocycline. So far, I've displayed many of the symptoms of such a reaction. Hopefully by stopping the meds, the side effects will subside... FAST!
grr... it's been a disturbing week for me...
Na said the coma dream could be an omen. How right it was. Just on the night of Monday itself, the scalp was feeling unusually itchy. The following day, this happened:
Tuesday (15 Jul): A few small itchy bite marks spotted on both elbows. A few videos and 3 hours later, the rash broke out into a full blown hive. Affected areas include the throat, arms and... hmm... other areas >.<
Later in the afternoon, it was appearing that it's either I go to the doc or be entirely consumed by rashes. Doctor suspects allergic reaction to my acne meds, minocycline. Xyzal and Prednisolone were prescribed. At that time, prolonged fatigue had set in. In the next few days, I would sleep for an average of 12-14 hours each day.
Friday (18 Jul): I had decided agnst going for band on wed due to obvious scratchy reasons. On this day, something new occurred. A constriction and tightness at my chest area and a pain in my throat esp during swallowing. A localised inflammation of the respiratory / digestive tract is suspected. Previously, I thought that something was dislodged in my gullet.
Saturday (19 Jul): Morning was a fresh start for me. The itch was minimised and the pain in the throat seemed to have subsided. That moment was to be short-lived. Following sectionals and band prac in the afternoon, a sort of muscle-splitting pain was sensed on the shoulder area. Dinner was hardly enjoyable for the swallowing part was painful. Still, talking to friends had an effect of diversion from the itchiness, pain and sore-ness.
Sunday (20 Jul): Tuition with my 2 kids has never been this 辛苦; both my arms are now experiencing that muscle-splitting pain, esp at the joints. The itch was now of secondary concern. Panadol Extra was no match for the aches in my arms. Probably preparing for anymore weird symptoms that may appear after this, I thought I had to pen all these down, just in case it might come in useful.
I'll be consulting medical help from the skin centre on Monday for a likely allergic reaction from minocycline. So far, I've displayed many of the symptoms of such a reaction. Hopefully by stopping the meds, the side effects will subside... FAST!
grr... it's been a disturbing week for me...
Jul 15, 2008
something new...
and so i had this dream, that i was having amnesia. I forgot the bulk of the story but the highlight was, I got my first kiss in my dreams... how sad was that -.- . Apparently I was more popular in my dreams. I remembered being comatose in my dream, and could only realise what was going on around me but couldnt respond.
So there was this girl who seemed to have a thing for me for some time already. She wanted very much for me to wake up and I could sense her anguish of not being able to see me awake or something liddat. Then, I think there's a certain storyline following that, but the next thing I knew, she planted a kiss on mi lips!
ok i'm leaving out the details cos really getting sianz typing liao. just wanted to leave a record of this dream somewhere.
As for now, time for ktv!!!! yeah!
So there was this girl who seemed to have a thing for me for some time already. She wanted very much for me to wake up and I could sense her anguish of not being able to see me awake or something liddat. Then, I think there's a certain storyline following that, but the next thing I knew, she planted a kiss on mi lips!
ok i'm leaving out the details cos really getting sianz typing liao. just wanted to leave a record of this dream somewhere.
As for now, time for ktv!!!! yeah!
i'm finally able to dream again
yea. the title says it all. no matter how many hours i sleep, no matter how well i thought i slept, i just couldnt go back to my routine dreamy state where i'll have interestin dreams here n there.
Perhaps i only have dreams when my life gets boring again, when my brain would concot some weird dream to make my otherwise boring life interesting. During the time when I had stopped dreaming (or just arent able to recall them), a few events had happened:
Flashbacks in order of appearance:
1) I got my first class honours!!! WOOTS! hmm... though it was quite dampened bcos I kinda thought "oh i finally am approaching her status and beginning to 配得上她". Somehow, I instinctively knew it was not to be. Before I can be happy for long, i found out it was impossible for us to be together, and I heard it from her directly. hAi, at that moment of time, wanted to just dig a hole down thru the core to the other side of the earth.
My only consolation was that at least I hadnt put in too much yet. What still puzzles me now was, why I received those mixed signals in the past. Was I thinking too much in the past? I can safely say that I really do not understand women. Totally dunno what they're thinking and what their actions mean. Women are total enigmas. Hasty generalisation? Hopefully...
Ok, that aside.
2) I went back to NTU, Chung Cheng and Saints Alumni band to play. Had to say i felt super old in all the bands.
Chung Cheng alumni, felt super outta place. The only solace was the singing of school song part during the concert. The key arh, really should be set lower. Girls sing just nice. Guys, oh my. Not in the range of most guys. Literally shouting all the way. But it was fun! hah! Reminded me of singing 一样的月光. Just Whack! haha! So, other than that, still got fm's lame jokes just b4 the concert. Din know he was so lame haha!
NTU. Thought if i joined back, can have fun interacting w/ the section. Hmm, seemed more quiet than i thought it'd be. And j, hm and lh left!!! Ok luh, not like i know lh well anyway, but it's one more fun person leaving. And it seems pple are pairing up in the band, and getting attached out of it for that matter. Love season this year following the great breakup season of 2007. Anyway, it's great to be joining the supper gang for dinners and suppers again. 好怀念喔! Oh, and then there's the chalet, where weiliang hit the soccerball against my car. Accidentally? hmm. The usual bbq, mahjong session, drinking session... Oh! And an incident that happened on the bed that was photographed by me HAH! Other than that, nothing much to hoohaa about also. Maybe gettin anti-social again, didnt take part in any of the activities actively. Just walking around and poking my head in now n then.
Oh! Saints alumni! Got a disappointing Silver for the competition. My 2nd Silver in 3 years. Quite demoralising. And i dropped the clarinet after the comp! *Gasp* Luckily no notable injuries to xiaohei (the clarinet). Should be no internal injuries also bah, cos still can play ><. So anyhow, i enjoyed playing more for Saints Alumni gradually, compared to ntu. From the many sectionals, the section seemed to be closer n closer, and more fun. Quite sad that we had to like say our goodbyes and probably wont see each other again till the end of time.
3) Finding jobs. Oh craps. Where do i start. My present dilema was which line to go into and whether I should wait for the banks or SIA or Shell or Exxonmobil to get back to me, or just accept the offer...or.. hmm... even talking about it seems to sianz. 算了.
4) DC's stock thingey. Supposedly heading the group studying "candlestick". Ok shall leave this for other days also. Getting bored typin...
Perhaps i only have dreams when my life gets boring again, when my brain would concot some weird dream to make my otherwise boring life interesting. During the time when I had stopped dreaming (or just arent able to recall them), a few events had happened:
Flashbacks in order of appearance:
1) I got my first class honours!!! WOOTS! hmm... though it was quite dampened bcos I kinda thought "oh i finally am approaching her status and beginning to 配得上她". Somehow, I instinctively knew it was not to be. Before I can be happy for long, i found out it was impossible for us to be together, and I heard it from her directly. hAi, at that moment of time, wanted to just dig a hole down thru the core to the other side of the earth.
My only consolation was that at least I hadnt put in too much yet. What still puzzles me now was, why I received those mixed signals in the past. Was I thinking too much in the past? I can safely say that I really do not understand women. Totally dunno what they're thinking and what their actions mean. Women are total enigmas. Hasty generalisation? Hopefully...
Ok, that aside.
2) I went back to NTU, Chung Cheng and Saints Alumni band to play. Had to say i felt super old in all the bands.
Chung Cheng alumni, felt super outta place. The only solace was the singing of school song part during the concert. The key arh, really should be set lower. Girls sing just nice. Guys, oh my. Not in the range of most guys. Literally shouting all the way. But it was fun! hah! Reminded me of singing 一样的月光. Just Whack! haha! So, other than that, still got fm's lame jokes just b4 the concert. Din know he was so lame haha!
NTU. Thought if i joined back, can have fun interacting w/ the section. Hmm, seemed more quiet than i thought it'd be. And j, hm and lh left!!! Ok luh, not like i know lh well anyway, but it's one more fun person leaving. And it seems pple are pairing up in the band, and getting attached out of it for that matter. Love season this year following the great breakup season of 2007. Anyway, it's great to be joining the supper gang for dinners and suppers again. 好怀念喔! Oh, and then there's the chalet, where weiliang hit the soccerball against my car. Accidentally? hmm. The usual bbq, mahjong session, drinking session... Oh! And an incident that happened on the bed that was photographed by me HAH! Other than that, nothing much to hoohaa about also. Maybe gettin anti-social again, didnt take part in any of the activities actively. Just walking around and poking my head in now n then.
Oh! Saints alumni! Got a disappointing Silver for the competition. My 2nd Silver in 3 years. Quite demoralising. And i dropped the clarinet after the comp! *Gasp* Luckily no notable injuries to xiaohei (the clarinet). Should be no internal injuries also bah, cos still can play ><. So anyhow, i enjoyed playing more for Saints Alumni gradually, compared to ntu. From the many sectionals, the section seemed to be closer n closer, and more fun. Quite sad that we had to like say our goodbyes and probably wont see each other again till the end of time.
3) Finding jobs. Oh craps. Where do i start. My present dilema was which line to go into and whether I should wait for the banks or SIA or Shell or Exxonmobil to get back to me, or just accept the offer...or.. hmm... even talking about it seems to sianz. 算了.
4) DC's stock thingey. Supposedly heading the group studying "candlestick". Ok shall leave this for other days also. Getting bored typin...
i'm back hah!
finally in the mood to have new entries in my blog again. so many things have happened that I wanted to include inside here but just lazy or dont feel like typin it out...
May 8, 2008
The deep fried finger food anomaly
There's a law in economics that go something like "Above a certain quantity, the utility gained from it starts to decrease" 2 more examples to back this theory. Mahjong and fried food platter (FFP).
And so the long awaited mahjong session was just after fyp presentation, the great presentation of May the 6th. The day where my 排泄物 was literally mixed vigourously with adreneline. Okie, that aside. The first round was mahjong was good. Had my fair share of wins and near wins. Second round I was warming up and beginning to be really bubbly (probably because I bathed and renewed my vigor).3rd round I was practically the noisiest player; singing, laughing, cheering, spouting nonsense, you name it. I was so high I celebrated as if i had scored a goal every time I get a flower (花), even if it's not mine.
Anyway, my point was; towards the end of round 3, the environmental effects slowly set in. Perhaps due to the tiredness from all the noise, or from one whole semester of exhaustion that just suddenly accumulating at that time, not to say it was already 3,4am at that time. I was starting to feel cold, hungry, tired and full of 屁, literally. Admist all these "comforts", we went into the 4th round. I was quite sure I said this after we ended the 4th round. "ANOTHER ROUND? Are you crazy? I feel like killing myself already"
That sums up the mahjong episode, when too much of something really cant be any good.
The fried finger food incidents were pretty much similar. Only had myself to blame really. On both occasions I suggested eating them. Again, lets go back to the afternoon of May the 6th after my fyp presentation. dorothy+ben+me met up in PS to eat. Ended in cafe cartel, since I'm the only one who really had a stand in what I wanted to eat. BAD CHOICE! >.<
And so the 3 of us, ordered a platter for 5 persons. Apparently some smart alec (yours truly) said "ay it's quite worth it leh! we split this platter into 3, only around $15. 5 people's share leh!"
Same theory of utility. Too much of something is disgusting.
You'd have thought we'd learnt our lesson by then. But no! The same smart alec (if you hadnt caught it already, it was me) suggested going to settler's cafe the next day following the mahjong session. It was an abrupt decision. Initial plan was vivocity but on the way there I thought, "Hey, we're reaching clarke quay, and settler's is at clarke quay; student's price, games."
So, I suggested. And as usual there were no objections. Wrong choice again! >.<
The 3-6pm plan was okie. The usual student's plan with a main course and games. We had too much fun, wanted to extend. Wednesday was the day for free flow of deep fried finger food from 6-10pm for $12.90. Sounded like a very gd deal and we jumped straight at it.
After 5 entrees of a mix of sotong balls, nuggets, fries and onion rings, we ordered 2 servings of each. Plus 5 chicken wings. I think it's due to them taking too long to cook or just lagging behind our continuous orders. Suddenly, a MOUNTAIN of finger foods was placed on our table! It was terrible! Most of us were quite full already!
I cant imagine eating fried food for at least the next few days. Oh, and the story's not over yet! In the middle of trying to clear this chunk of finger food, the staff there suddenly placed a basket of 25 chicken wings in front of us!!!!!! I bet if there was a camera to take down our pictures at that time, others would think that we saw ghosts!
We tried to explain ourselves out of that situation. Partially their fault and I gotta admit, a significant portion of the confrontation was from the desperate attempt to avoid eating anymore. The staff was like apologising from the misunderstanding. And when we thought all was over. He rushed over and told us excitedly, "I have good news! Your 5 chicken wings are done!"
OMG lor! We immediately said, "It's 10, we already want to go home. Can you cancel that order and give us the bill?" (oh by the way, there's a penalty of $5 for every 100g of wastage) I think maybe the staff was thinking we waited for a long time and we just dont want to eat it already. Anyways, to us it definitely wasnt good news.
The saga of the finger food had ended, but I think i'll be fearful of eating fried finger foods for sometime. We walked out of settler's with probably a large amount of oil already depositing in our hair follicles, face and internal organs.
Definitely a day to remember.
And so the long awaited mahjong session was just after fyp presentation, the great presentation of May the 6th. The day where my 排泄物 was literally mixed vigourously with adreneline. Okie, that aside. The first round was mahjong was good. Had my fair share of wins and near wins. Second round I was warming up and beginning to be really bubbly (probably because I bathed and renewed my vigor).3rd round I was practically the noisiest player; singing, laughing, cheering, spouting nonsense, you name it. I was so high I celebrated as if i had scored a goal every time I get a flower (花), even if it's not mine.
Anyway, my point was; towards the end of round 3, the environmental effects slowly set in. Perhaps due to the tiredness from all the noise, or from one whole semester of exhaustion that just suddenly accumulating at that time, not to say it was already 3,4am at that time. I was starting to feel cold, hungry, tired and full of 屁, literally. Admist all these "comforts", we went into the 4th round. I was quite sure I said this after we ended the 4th round. "ANOTHER ROUND? Are you crazy? I feel like killing myself already"
That sums up the mahjong episode, when too much of something really cant be any good.
The fried finger food incidents were pretty much similar. Only had myself to blame really. On both occasions I suggested eating them. Again, lets go back to the afternoon of May the 6th after my fyp presentation. dorothy+ben+me met up in PS to eat. Ended in cafe cartel, since I'm the only one who really had a stand in what I wanted to eat. BAD CHOICE! >.<
And so the 3 of us, ordered a platter for 5 persons. Apparently some smart alec (yours truly) said "ay it's quite worth it leh! we split this platter into 3, only around $15. 5 people's share leh!"
Same theory of utility. Too much of something is disgusting.
You'd have thought we'd learnt our lesson by then. But no! The same smart alec (if you hadnt caught it already, it was me) suggested going to settler's cafe the next day following the mahjong session. It was an abrupt decision. Initial plan was vivocity but on the way there I thought, "Hey, we're reaching clarke quay, and settler's is at clarke quay; student's price, games."
So, I suggested. And as usual there were no objections. Wrong choice again! >.<
The 3-6pm plan was okie. The usual student's plan with a main course and games. We had too much fun, wanted to extend. Wednesday was the day for free flow of deep fried finger food from 6-10pm for $12.90. Sounded like a very gd deal and we jumped straight at it.
After 5 entrees of a mix of sotong balls, nuggets, fries and onion rings, we ordered 2 servings of each. Plus 5 chicken wings. I think it's due to them taking too long to cook or just lagging behind our continuous orders. Suddenly, a MOUNTAIN of finger foods was placed on our table! It was terrible! Most of us were quite full already!
I cant imagine eating fried food for at least the next few days. Oh, and the story's not over yet! In the middle of trying to clear this chunk of finger food, the staff there suddenly placed a basket of 25 chicken wings in front of us!!!!!! I bet if there was a camera to take down our pictures at that time, others would think that we saw ghosts!
We tried to explain ourselves out of that situation. Partially their fault and I gotta admit, a significant portion of the confrontation was from the desperate attempt to avoid eating anymore. The staff was like apologising from the misunderstanding. And when we thought all was over. He rushed over and told us excitedly, "I have good news! Your 5 chicken wings are done!"
OMG lor! We immediately said, "It's 10, we already want to go home. Can you cancel that order and give us the bill?" (oh by the way, there's a penalty of $5 for every 100g of wastage) I think maybe the staff was thinking we waited for a long time and we just dont want to eat it already. Anyways, to us it definitely wasnt good news.
The saga of the finger food had ended, but I think i'll be fearful of eating fried finger foods for sometime. We walked out of settler's with probably a large amount of oil already depositing in our hair follicles, face and internal organs.
Definitely a day to remember.
Apr 29, 2008
nothing good ever happens after 2am
well, other than the occasional champions league matches where liverpool completely owns the opposition, nothing good ever happens after 2am.
everyone should sleep before 2am. for starters, skin renewal period is 10pm-2am.
i know i dont have a very convincing argument here, considering that I dont have any really bad experiences to back it up. but hey, though nothing bad happens, nothing good happens too.
ok so anyway i'm too sians to continue writing anything else now, so it'll end here. for now.
everyone should sleep before 2am. for starters, skin renewal period is 10pm-2am.
i know i dont have a very convincing argument here, considering that I dont have any really bad experiences to back it up. but hey, though nothing bad happens, nothing good happens too.
ok so anyway i'm too sians to continue writing anything else now, so it'll end here. for now.
Apr 28, 2008
the detergent that smells like fart
other than the usual water sound that i hear from the kitchen, I get totally "mesmerised" by the rafflesia smell emanating from the wash basin. To think that detergent was supposed to smell good, or at least not bad. Mum's theory was that it had dropped into the basin full of stale water.
seriously, sometimes it smells worse than rubbish. farts can actually win in a "smell good" contest if the detergent were to take part. any the detergent has a name. it's called 臭臭. wonder how 臭臭 show his face in front of his other detergent frens. they must be labelling him a loser. A detergent that smells. It's almost like superman on krypton, or a plant that produces carbon monoxide. Still, in the light of not wasting it all by throwing it away, it still has the cleaning dishes ability, only with the added disadvantage of smelling bad, really bad.
I could swear that in several occasions, my brother could tell that mum was washing dishes, in his room. which really is quite the distance for any smell to travel to.
Anyhow, 臭臭 dying soon. Not that I'll be feeling sad or anything. In fact I was hoping that 臭臭 never returns. It had been such an unforgettable smell that I sometimes imagine the smell in the middle of the night, even though no one was doing the dishes. I'll go "hey, did you fart?", and ask everyone around if they did. In actual fact, it must have been quite the "hallucination", smell-wise. Then, there could also be a possibility that a smelly spirit is lingering around. (no offence to any spirits out there)
Beginning to anticipate the sweet lemon fragrance that was supposed to be present during the washing of dishes. And I'm most certainly in the most bored of moods to even write so much about a bottle of detergent.
Oh, but there's one very obvious advantage to owning a smelly detergent like mine. There's always a time slot to let go of all my day's accumulated gases and push the blame on 臭臭.
seriously, sometimes it smells worse than rubbish. farts can actually win in a "smell good" contest if the detergent were to take part. any the detergent has a name. it's called 臭臭. wonder how 臭臭 show his face in front of his other detergent frens. they must be labelling him a loser. A detergent that smells. It's almost like superman on krypton, or a plant that produces carbon monoxide. Still, in the light of not wasting it all by throwing it away, it still has the cleaning dishes ability, only with the added disadvantage of smelling bad, really bad.
I could swear that in several occasions, my brother could tell that mum was washing dishes, in his room. which really is quite the distance for any smell to travel to.
Anyhow, 臭臭 dying soon. Not that I'll be feeling sad or anything. In fact I was hoping that 臭臭 never returns. It had been such an unforgettable smell that I sometimes imagine the smell in the middle of the night, even though no one was doing the dishes. I'll go "hey, did you fart?", and ask everyone around if they did. In actual fact, it must have been quite the "hallucination", smell-wise. Then, there could also be a possibility that a smelly spirit is lingering around. (no offence to any spirits out there)
Beginning to anticipate the sweet lemon fragrance that was supposed to be present during the washing of dishes. And I'm most certainly in the most bored of moods to even write so much about a bottle of detergent.
Oh, but there's one very obvious advantage to owning a smelly detergent like mine. There's always a time slot to let go of all my day's accumulated gases and push the blame on 臭臭.
Apr 21, 2008
the dreams just get weirder n weirder
i was peeing, and it seemed like it was never ending; probably a contender for the Guinness World Records. A scratchy sound came from behind me. I turned around. There was a girl bathing behind me! >.< Oh, btw if anyone's wondering, the scratchy sound came from pulling the shower curtains aside.
I was like "aiyoh wth". Quickly positioned myself so that she couldn't see me. And it had to happen when I was breaking the World Record for the "Longest Pee in modern history". Obviously I couldnt stop, cos it was really 滔滔不绝. (to make it clear first, I did NOT wet my bed okie, thankfully >.<)
It was not all! After what seemed like ages, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened without warning! OMG! Another girl wanted to come in! I thought to myself "I went to wrong toilet isit -.-"
Again, I readjusted myself to attempt to protect whatever leftover privacy I had. Hey, and that girl didnt even say "I'm sorry". She just closed the door back nonchalantly and walked off, and yes. The girl behind me was still showering -.-.
Didn't get to see any flesh though.
I woke up and the first thing I did was to check if the unfortunate thing had happened. haha. i didnt wet my bed lah. how old liao you think still will wet meh.
somehow I do look forward to what else my imagination can produce during REM period of sleep.
I was like "aiyoh wth". Quickly positioned myself so that she couldn't see me. And it had to happen when I was breaking the World Record for the "Longest Pee in modern history". Obviously I couldnt stop, cos it was really 滔滔不绝. (to make it clear first, I did NOT wet my bed okie, thankfully >.<)
It was not all! After what seemed like ages, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened without warning! OMG! Another girl wanted to come in! I thought to myself "I went to wrong toilet isit -.-"
Again, I readjusted myself to attempt to protect whatever leftover privacy I had. Hey, and that girl didnt even say "I'm sorry". She just closed the door back nonchalantly and walked off, and yes. The girl behind me was still showering -.-.
Didn't get to see any flesh though.
I woke up and the first thing I did was to check if the unfortunate thing had happened. haha. i didnt wet my bed lah. how old liao you think still will wet meh.
somehow I do look forward to what else my imagination can produce during REM period of sleep.
Apr 17, 2008
december the 25th
every year at one of the poles, the sunrise and sunset follows a path lower and lower in the sky until one day, on december the 22nd. There, it neither goes any lower or higher. And on december the 25th, 3 days after the winter solstice, the sun goes higher up again, signalling the arrival of spring.
Apr 15, 2008
it's all but a dream
i was in a ghost hotel. not so much a haunted hotel for which no one will visit. More for a place where people go to the hotel not just for the accommodation, but also to have the thrill of guess what, catching ghosts!
How we go about catching ghosts is still a blur. All i remembered was that they end up in this KFC box; those where they'll put in 3 pcs chicken kind of box, only with a lid. And there I was holding a box full of ghosts, where they would periodically try to hit their way out of it. Didn't know why I even bothered catching them anyway, dunno where to put also.
And so, being so realistic even in my dreams, I went about finding sticky tape. Roll by roll I wrapped the clear sticky tape around the box, while the ghosts were still constantly trying to push their way out.
From my dream I can deduce something, that ghosts have mass even though they are compressible (if they didnt how would a dozen of them fit into the small kfc box). Also, they obey Newton's 1st law of motion, and does not adhere to quantum physics. (since they cant simply appear out of the box by going through it). They are also very efficient energy transfer mechanisms because the energy used to get out of the box is used entire to convert to mechanical energy. No other forms of energy such as heat, light and sound are produced.
That aside, I think it was due to the flimziness of the box, that they eventually got out anyway. I remembered jumping straight through the middle of the stairway to reach the lobby. I should have free fall for at least a few storeys. And then there was chaos and running, and more chaos and blah blah. The usual nightmarish stuff.
I opened my eyes at around 7 plus when my mum was walking around in the room. When I closed them again, it was the starting of yet another dream.
This time, I was in this band competition. NTU band actually, though most of them were unfamiliar faces. I didn't remember going on the stage though. Seemed like I was only involved in the logistics side of moving the instruments. I think this place has to be just beside that haunted hotel. Cos I seem to be lying in some hotel after this abrupt scene. My mind seemed to link stuff very well. I saw my mum in the room in one moment (in reality), and the next, I was lying with my eyes open in a hotel room. Well, that was after I momentarily saw that scene for the band competition.
The weirdest thing happened. Suddenly a very old friend of mine appeared just beside me. She was quite a close friend I had in sec sch. Must say she would have been close enough for me not to jump out of bed upon discovering her presence. She just started talking to me. And at that moment I felt tired (in my dream...how queer) and closed my eyes.
:) So anyway, the next day I woke up to find myself in that venue for the competition again. And I was walking around to pack up and bring instruments into the lorry. There, I saw her again. Found out she was the brother of a friend I had in army. ??? . Anyway, there was this interesting water cooler. It was flat and built on a window pane. The button was on it itself. OH! it looked just like a handphone with only one button. and water just miraculously appeared from its thin interior when i pressed the button.
Yeah, just about it. The recollection of dreams that didnt really make sense. My laptop do exude characteristics of queerness though. The screen saver can just come out; and even after banging the things around it, the screen saver wouldnt stop (duh, cos it'll only stop if i touch the keyboard of move the mouse). But listen up, it will suddenly just stop when I wasnt doing anything. It was especially so last night when i was studying on the sofa. The laptop was just beside the television which was switched off already. One minute I was mesmerised by the space screen saver, and the next, it stopped for no apparent reason.
Not that the laptop has got to do with anything, but ya.
How we go about catching ghosts is still a blur. All i remembered was that they end up in this KFC box; those where they'll put in 3 pcs chicken kind of box, only with a lid. And there I was holding a box full of ghosts, where they would periodically try to hit their way out of it. Didn't know why I even bothered catching them anyway, dunno where to put also.
And so, being so realistic even in my dreams, I went about finding sticky tape. Roll by roll I wrapped the clear sticky tape around the box, while the ghosts were still constantly trying to push their way out.
From my dream I can deduce something, that ghosts have mass even though they are compressible (if they didnt how would a dozen of them fit into the small kfc box). Also, they obey Newton's 1st law of motion, and does not adhere to quantum physics. (since they cant simply appear out of the box by going through it). They are also very efficient energy transfer mechanisms because the energy used to get out of the box is used entire to convert to mechanical energy. No other forms of energy such as heat, light and sound are produced.
That aside, I think it was due to the flimziness of the box, that they eventually got out anyway. I remembered jumping straight through the middle of the stairway to reach the lobby. I should have free fall for at least a few storeys. And then there was chaos and running, and more chaos and blah blah. The usual nightmarish stuff.
I opened my eyes at around 7 plus when my mum was walking around in the room. When I closed them again, it was the starting of yet another dream.
This time, I was in this band competition. NTU band actually, though most of them were unfamiliar faces. I didn't remember going on the stage though. Seemed like I was only involved in the logistics side of moving the instruments. I think this place has to be just beside that haunted hotel. Cos I seem to be lying in some hotel after this abrupt scene. My mind seemed to link stuff very well. I saw my mum in the room in one moment (in reality), and the next, I was lying with my eyes open in a hotel room. Well, that was after I momentarily saw that scene for the band competition.
The weirdest thing happened. Suddenly a very old friend of mine appeared just beside me. She was quite a close friend I had in sec sch. Must say she would have been close enough for me not to jump out of bed upon discovering her presence. She just started talking to me. And at that moment I felt tired (in my dream...how queer) and closed my eyes.
:) So anyway, the next day I woke up to find myself in that venue for the competition again. And I was walking around to pack up and bring instruments into the lorry. There, I saw her again. Found out she was the brother of a friend I had in army. ??? . Anyway, there was this interesting water cooler. It was flat and built on a window pane. The button was on it itself. OH! it looked just like a handphone with only one button. and water just miraculously appeared from its thin interior when i pressed the button.
Yeah, just about it. The recollection of dreams that didnt really make sense. My laptop do exude characteristics of queerness though. The screen saver can just come out; and even after banging the things around it, the screen saver wouldnt stop (duh, cos it'll only stop if i touch the keyboard of move the mouse). But listen up, it will suddenly just stop when I wasnt doing anything. It was especially so last night when i was studying on the sofa. The laptop was just beside the television which was switched off already. One minute I was mesmerised by the space screen saver, and the next, it stopped for no apparent reason.
Not that the laptop has got to do with anything, but ya.
Apr 5, 2008
amongst everything, irony.
How ironic that I'm posting regular entries when I'm at my busiest. Thing is I'm going crazy. Going mad from dealing so many things on my own. Going mad from how little assistance i've received when i so dearly need it. Going mad from constantly thinking of you.
granted, i did receive help when i need it sometimes. And i'm truly grateful for it. Thank you to mong and sam for the psych books and materials... thanks to miel for helping me to proof-read the initial part of my report. Thanks to ed for lending me his web software. thank you kk for helping me out with frames.
disapointed with how I aasked you to help me when you're the least busy; disapointed with how you totally ignored my advice; disappointed with how you can forget to help and continue to ignore me thereafter.
what a wonderful world we live in.
sarcasm. you think?
granted, i did receive help when i need it sometimes. And i'm truly grateful for it. Thank you to mong and sam for the psych books and materials... thanks to miel for helping me to proof-read the initial part of my report. Thanks to ed for lending me his web software. thank you kk for helping me out with frames.
disapointed with how I aasked you to help me when you're the least busy; disapointed with how you totally ignored my advice; disappointed with how you can forget to help and continue to ignore me thereafter.
what a wonderful world we live in.
sarcasm. you think?
Apr 4, 2008
oh good grief...
i dont need you. i dont need pple to validate me by replying. and certainly dont need reciprocation.
i need to take in nourishment, expel waste and inhale enough oxygen to keep myself from dying. anything else is optional.
i need to take in nourishment, expel waste and inhale enough oxygen to keep myself from dying. anything else is optional.
Apr 3, 2008
checklist of things to do after exams
1) Get a life
2) Go out like no one's business
3) Play mahjong
4) Sing kbox
5) Play tb tennis/badminton
6) Get a nice tan + exercise while swimming
7) Run.. oh boy... i hate running... but i gotta...
8) Eat more... perhaps healthier choice of food
9) OH! rejoin band! woot! i miss band...
10) Go blading... buy the blades ... never use... grrr...
11) Get a new name... not new actually, but to include the name my parents gave me but never put in my I/C
12) Catch up with friends. boy have i neglected my friends.
13) Learn canto. how can a canto not know canto... -.-
14) Learn korean + german... cos ... i just wanna
15) Open a singles album (entitled: 考试后)
So many things to look forward to. But for now, 加油!! :P
Always nice to know there are people who are behind me all the way! yeah!
2) Go out like no one's business
3) Play mahjong
4) Sing kbox
5) Play tb tennis/badminton
6) Get a nice tan + exercise while swimming
7) Run.. oh boy... i hate running... but i gotta...
8) Eat more... perhaps healthier choice of food
9) OH! rejoin band! woot! i miss band...
10) Go blading... buy the blades ... never use... grrr...
11) Get a new name... not new actually, but to include the name my parents gave me but never put in my I/C
12) Catch up with friends. boy have i neglected my friends.
13) Learn canto. how can a canto not know canto... -.-
14) Learn korean + german... cos ... i just wanna
15) Open a singles album (entitled: 考试后)
So many things to look forward to. But for now, 加油!! :P
Always nice to know there are people who are behind me all the way! yeah!
if you had 1 super power, what would it be
rapid spontaneous cellular regeneration, or in other words, a cleric. hah.
advantages of RSCR:
1) immortality! well since the cells dont die i dont age. and... how good is that
2) sometimes when i'm lazy to walk i can just jump downstairs to buy tidbits.
3) i can pull out mi hair when i'm stressed and not worry tt they wont grow back
4) it means i can theoretically not eat, drink or breathe in oxygen, or expel waste. save me all the trouble of eating things i dont like, and breathe in my own da bian molecules when i shit
5) there's a chance my blood could save lives and reserrect the dead
disadvantages of RSCR:
1) researchers might wanna do mean experiments on me
2) wont be able to change how i look since it'll always grow back the same. kinda like a fashion disaster.
3) theoretically, i should develop cancer, too many live cells. or maybe it'll be taken care of
i'm bored. and everyone's busy. and this is one of the things i think about when i'm bored.
advantages of RSCR:
1) immortality! well since the cells dont die i dont age. and... how good is that
2) sometimes when i'm lazy to walk i can just jump downstairs to buy tidbits.
3) i can pull out mi hair when i'm stressed and not worry tt they wont grow back
4) it means i can theoretically not eat, drink or breathe in oxygen, or expel waste. save me all the trouble of eating things i dont like, and breathe in my own da bian molecules when i shit
5) there's a chance my blood could save lives and reserrect the dead
disadvantages of RSCR:
1) researchers might wanna do mean experiments on me
2) wont be able to change how i look since it'll always grow back the same. kinda like a fashion disaster.
3) theoretically, i should develop cancer, too many live cells. or maybe it'll be taken care of
i'm bored. and everyone's busy. and this is one of the things i think about when i'm bored.
why huh?
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ar... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..... weird ley... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... seriously... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...but.. whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....you.... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... and... whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... why.why..why.
Mar 22, 2008
i need to pick myself up
i want to suck all the positive energy from everywhere. if only i had this ability.
it's funny, how when i'm all stressed and crabby, everyone else is also.
guess i've been neglecting too many pple, more so to those who have been nice to me in the past while i have forgotten them.
the title of this post doesnt seem to fit into this content.
i wanna but i wont; i couldnt but i could; i cannot but i did.
i think, i thank and i thought.
it's funny, how when i'm all stressed and crabby, everyone else is also.
guess i've been neglecting too many pple, more so to those who have been nice to me in the past while i have forgotten them.
the title of this post doesnt seem to fit into this content.
i wanna but i wont; i couldnt but i could; i cannot but i did.
i think, i thank and i thought.
Mar 20, 2008
i'm lazy...
sometimes it's so ma fan to log in; i might wan to enter a post but end up procrastinating cos it's too mafan. and typing's ma fan also, y cant i just plug in a USB from mi brain n transfer the video file i wan to input into mi blog...
gadgets... making pple more n more lazy.. making me more n more lazy... making me want more n more... making me more n more disappointed... it's a vicious cycle... spontaneous destruction is imminent hah
gadgets... making pple more n more lazy.. making me more n more lazy... making me want more n more... making me more n more disappointed... it's a vicious cycle... spontaneous destruction is imminent hah
Feb 27, 2008
sometimes... it really doesnt rain but pours..
kinda exaggerating to use this idiom also.. but wth...
as with any stocks or random distribution curve, there is always an up trend and a down trend, seems like it's the time when i'm feeling low again... you can call it "quarter-life crisis", "mood swing"... btm line is, it's kinda sian luh
I even know how pple are going to console me about. i can even say out words of consolation to make miself feel better, but nothing beats talking about it and relieving the emotional burden. in this case i thought even a simple sms or a pat on the shoulder to show that you care, guess that'll do. i mean not to say i'm needy or what luh... just thought it'll be nice.
something to laugh abt...
"but i'm a guy and she's a girl"
shel: yea...but not of the same species
"i'm just trying to be a nice fren"
shel: oh of course
"but i'm not saying if a deeper r/ship is going to develop i'm not going to participate..."
(pause)
"we'd have smart and good looking kids"
shel: (pause) ... "yea...not to mention, imaginary"
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as with any stocks or random distribution curve, there is always an up trend and a down trend, seems like it's the time when i'm feeling low again... you can call it "quarter-life crisis", "mood swing"... btm line is, it's kinda sian luh
I even know how pple are going to console me about. i can even say out words of consolation to make miself feel better, but nothing beats talking about it and relieving the emotional burden. in this case i thought even a simple sms or a pat on the shoulder to show that you care, guess that'll do. i mean not to say i'm needy or what luh... just thought it'll be nice.
something to laugh abt...
"but i'm a guy and she's a girl"
shel: yea...but not of the same species
"i'm just trying to be a nice fren"
shel: oh of course
"but i'm not saying if a deeper r/ship is going to develop i'm not going to participate..."
(pause)
"we'd have smart and good looking kids"
shel: (pause) ... "yea...not to mention, imaginary"
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Feb 25, 2008
fantasy. is it real?
just saw the movie "the jacket"... intruiging really...it's about how a man survived a bullet shot to the head... and is wrongly accused of killing a policeman. dunno can consider lucky or not, his trauma in the war labelled him as mentally ill, and during his time there, he was given experimental drugs and locked in this compartment. so anyway the point was his mind (and his body) just appears inthe future when he finds out he's about to die in 4 days...
the ability to distinguish reality from fantasy. in the movie, the male lead was diagnosed to have lost it. I hope I do not myself. Cos i'm really having a lot of dreams nowadays that are so vivid... and seem so real... it's affecting me in a way...maybe it's an overdosage of movies..
had been having flashbacks now n then...those you see in movies... where the protagonist will suddenly see a scene (supposedly of the future), and a very short one at that. dunno if it's my mind playing tricks on me or my mind's going on overdrive... these flashbacks... they sort of play a probable scenario of what might happen to me next. like how i might spill my drink.. like how i'll embarass myself by doing a certain thing... like how i meet with disaster...
none of them did happen though. but some pro-psychic person would say "oh... you saw the probable future and avoided it" while the critics would "oh com'on... anyone could think of that... it's just pure imagination on your part"
well, dwelling into fantasy, i recall this dream i had. I did not believe in ghosts in my dream, and so i drove, alone, to this deserted place. there was only this narrow road leading to a house, not the classic spooky brownish black eerie house with the backlight of lightning and an old elm tree with no leaves. the house resembles one of those bungalow houses, only with a weird mix of the American olden days of cowboys (bright yellow wood) and... the quiet dark alleys of London (those scenes from "nightmare at elm street". It was not badly lit, but not that dark either.
when i entered the house, there werent alot of cobwebs. it wasnt even overly dusty, as if someone periodically cleans it (maybe like once a month kinda thing..not dusty but not squeeky clean either). and so... my mind was like thinking... "ahh... haunted house... what crap"
just at that instant... right in front of my eyes, i saw a blackish image, with the back facing me...walking away in front of me. it was just a dull yellow wall in front of me. I stood dumbfounded as that figure walked straight through it.
My first reaction was to turn around and try to run away. As I turned, so did the house. How? you'd ask. my normal 3D vision suddenly become blurry. the surroundings seem to be spinning, as if under a very bad overdose of photoshop.the door which is now in front of me, appeared further and further and became smaller and smaller , shrinking into a "vanishing pt". I tried to run towards the door. the adreneline pumping, my heart beating ever so fast; when i reached the door there was a downward flight of stairs into a region of darkness. i darted down that flight of stairs... and woke up.
at that instant i felt like i really needed to go to the toilet. i looked at the clock on the wall. it reads 9.30. as fast as i woke up to reality, i drifted back to sleep again. the dream that followed was a familiar scene, a place i used to keep dreaming of, for which the people are strange, and where weird things happen to me, more of that next time. anyway, when i finally woke up again, it was 10 plus-ish...and my feeling to go to the toilet was greatly diminished!!! i thought to myself "oh shit... please dont let me wet my bed!" I touched the bed frantically, and heaved a sigh of relief when it was all dry and odourless.
I went outside to do fyp...and it was a full 1 hour later that i remembered that i should be unloading my pee. apparently my bladder likes playing tricks on myself also.
the ability to distinguish reality from fantasy. in the movie, the male lead was diagnosed to have lost it. I hope I do not myself. Cos i'm really having a lot of dreams nowadays that are so vivid... and seem so real... it's affecting me in a way...maybe it's an overdosage of movies..
had been having flashbacks now n then...those you see in movies... where the protagonist will suddenly see a scene (supposedly of the future), and a very short one at that. dunno if it's my mind playing tricks on me or my mind's going on overdrive... these flashbacks... they sort of play a probable scenario of what might happen to me next. like how i might spill my drink.. like how i'll embarass myself by doing a certain thing... like how i meet with disaster...
none of them did happen though. but some pro-psychic person would say "oh... you saw the probable future and avoided it" while the critics would "oh com'on... anyone could think of that... it's just pure imagination on your part"
well, dwelling into fantasy, i recall this dream i had. I did not believe in ghosts in my dream, and so i drove, alone, to this deserted place. there was only this narrow road leading to a house, not the classic spooky brownish black eerie house with the backlight of lightning and an old elm tree with no leaves. the house resembles one of those bungalow houses, only with a weird mix of the American olden days of cowboys (bright yellow wood) and... the quiet dark alleys of London (those scenes from "nightmare at elm street". It was not badly lit, but not that dark either.
when i entered the house, there werent alot of cobwebs. it wasnt even overly dusty, as if someone periodically cleans it (maybe like once a month kinda thing..not dusty but not squeeky clean either). and so... my mind was like thinking... "ahh... haunted house... what crap"
just at that instant... right in front of my eyes, i saw a blackish image, with the back facing me...walking away in front of me. it was just a dull yellow wall in front of me. I stood dumbfounded as that figure walked straight through it.
My first reaction was to turn around and try to run away. As I turned, so did the house. How? you'd ask. my normal 3D vision suddenly become blurry. the surroundings seem to be spinning, as if under a very bad overdose of photoshop.the door which is now in front of me, appeared further and further and became smaller and smaller , shrinking into a "vanishing pt". I tried to run towards the door. the adreneline pumping, my heart beating ever so fast; when i reached the door there was a downward flight of stairs into a region of darkness. i darted down that flight of stairs... and woke up.
at that instant i felt like i really needed to go to the toilet. i looked at the clock on the wall. it reads 9.30. as fast as i woke up to reality, i drifted back to sleep again. the dream that followed was a familiar scene, a place i used to keep dreaming of, for which the people are strange, and where weird things happen to me, more of that next time. anyway, when i finally woke up again, it was 10 plus-ish...and my feeling to go to the toilet was greatly diminished!!! i thought to myself "oh shit... please dont let me wet my bed!" I touched the bed frantically, and heaved a sigh of relief when it was all dry and odourless.
I went outside to do fyp...and it was a full 1 hour later that i remembered that i should be unloading my pee. apparently my bladder likes playing tricks on myself also.
Feb 19, 2008
I'm more than I think I am
i really think i do... haha... REALLY!!
i'll be better... and irresistible... soon... HAHAHA~
自 high -.-
i'll be better... and irresistible... soon... HAHAHA~
自 high -.-
Feb 14, 2008
msn stinks
so many misunderstandings haf resulted from misinterpreting the messages typed in MSN... so many people in busy mode just to avoid talking to certain pple (which also includes myself smtimes)... so many pple i dont wish to exist in my contact list... and how the pauses in between msges can mean so many things...
if reading another person's mind is an art, how about truly expressing one's emotions and tone in MSN?
"what does he mean by that... is it sarcasm? is it just bcos of his/her limited vocab... are we wired to understand connotations in the same wavelength? could the difference in full stop and 3 dots be connotatively different? why does she type lol when she's sitting calmly on her bed with the laptop in front of her, hardly even moving any facial muscle? how is it pple usually assume the negative meaning of a certain phrase when it could just all be innocent?
language has helped us communicate better with each other... but it has also pushed us further away. what we believe in can totally change the meaning of an identical sentence.
if reading another person's mind is an art, how about truly expressing one's emotions and tone in MSN?
"what does he mean by that... is it sarcasm? is it just bcos of his/her limited vocab... are we wired to understand connotations in the same wavelength? could the difference in full stop and 3 dots be connotatively different? why does she type lol when she's sitting calmly on her bed with the laptop in front of her, hardly even moving any facial muscle? how is it pple usually assume the negative meaning of a certain phrase when it could just all be innocent?
language has helped us communicate better with each other... but it has also pushed us further away. what we believe in can totally change the meaning of an identical sentence.
Jan 20, 2008
Jan 6, 2008
the end of the world
i slept and woke up again. this time i dreamt some kind foreign beings were taking over the world. i dont know where most pple go but mi family was busy "altering" the house to create the perfect hideout.
and i remembered saying "no matter how we hide, as long as they come into our house we're dead"
and i remembered saying "no matter how we hide, as long as they come into our house we're dead"
robbed
i hadnt had such a vivid nightmare since a long time ago. so i had to blog this before i go back to sleep again and forget all about this.
In my dream I was back to my old house. I had a STUPID maid, and as I go on my story u'll soon find out why. I remembered the whole scene. my maid and I were the only one in the house. she was outisde in the living room doing stuff... i was preparing to go out.
i was walking out of the house after washing up. before i even made it to the door, i saw like 5 or 6 malay guys holding onto pots,toothpaste, toilet stuff actually... i was like "WTH?"they were walking out of mi house kitchen on the way to walk out. (my maid was like sweeping the floor as if nothing happened)
I stopped them and bellowed "what are you all doing?" one of them replied "oh we borrowing the things" I stared at one of them, assuming he was the "leader", and asked him to leave his hp number with me. He said "oh sure!! my number is 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. "WHAT?", i exclaimed. "You think i'm stupid or what? Auntie! how the hell they came in???" ( in mi mind i was thinking she must have left the door open and they just walked in)... but the scary part was she just continued sweeping the floor... as if she couldnt hear me. The 'leader' just looked at me blankly...seemingly speechless as to what number to tell me. I saw 2 handphones on the sofa. "Those must belong to them" i thought. I inched quickly towards the hp and grabbed one of the hp.
It was a bad move. In that purposeful move, I had enabled them to surround me and blocked the exit route out of mi house. We looked at each other intently, anticipating each other's movements. i brought the hp that i took (presumably one of the guys') and typed in my number. (stupid u must think, i should've directly dialled 999) i dunno is i fast or they slow. I heard my own phone ring. I followed the sound n quickly grabbed mi hp. they were closing in onto me. with whatever strength i had, i pushed my way through them and ran out of the house.
what i remembered next is being brutally beaten up. strangely i was dreaming of being beaten up in a third person pt of view. i was looking at miself from the sky. and watching helplessly as i was beaten. i didnt retaliate. punches n kicks were relentless upon me. i saw miself using mi hands to cover mi face and curled up mi legs on the floor to seemingly protect my vitals. i saw many bruises and quite abit of blood.
strandely again, i found miself walking on the road...this time as a 1st person.there were 2 hps in mi pocket. one that should belong to the 'leader'. he should've been stupid enough to forget taking it from me. it was an old model of nokia...ok that aside.
i walked n walked. i chanced upon a police post. it doesnt look like any i've seen before. it was a container, which had a sign that said "police musical club"...which makes no sense at all. but still shaken by mi own situation, i just walked in, wanting to report this audacious crime.
I told the whole story to the policewoman who was there. i was brought into this room where she took down mi statement.she reassured me that they were already tracking them. it seemed that they have been terrorising the estate and the police were already trying to track them down. she said they were to nab them that very night.
there were 2 other policemen on duty there. it had to be their change shift time. cos i saw from out the window the 2 policemen had changed into their plain clothes and walked off with their bags. after giving mi statement to that policewoman, i showed her the hp i took from the 'leader'. she just said "we'll look into it dont worry"
at this time, dunno i chicken or what, i didnt dare go back.in mi mind it kept flashing back the scene where they beat me up real bad. i was literally begging the policewoman to find me an alternative place to stay for the night. "This is a musical club, we do not haf any place for u to spend the night" (i didnt even realise it was like rubbish lor... i should've known then it was just a dream, but i still carried on dreaming)
"i'll try to do something about it. i can understand how shaken u feel right now..." As she finished speaking, she made her way to some other room where i was left alone in the "statement room".
to be continued...
In my dream I was back to my old house. I had a STUPID maid, and as I go on my story u'll soon find out why. I remembered the whole scene. my maid and I were the only one in the house. she was outisde in the living room doing stuff... i was preparing to go out.
i was walking out of the house after washing up. before i even made it to the door, i saw like 5 or 6 malay guys holding onto pots,toothpaste, toilet stuff actually... i was like "WTH?"they were walking out of mi house kitchen on the way to walk out. (my maid was like sweeping the floor as if nothing happened)
I stopped them and bellowed "what are you all doing?" one of them replied "oh we borrowing the things" I stared at one of them, assuming he was the "leader", and asked him to leave his hp number with me. He said "oh sure!! my number is 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. "WHAT?", i exclaimed. "You think i'm stupid or what? Auntie! how the hell they came in???" ( in mi mind i was thinking she must have left the door open and they just walked in)... but the scary part was she just continued sweeping the floor... as if she couldnt hear me. The 'leader' just looked at me blankly...seemingly speechless as to what number to tell me. I saw 2 handphones on the sofa. "Those must belong to them" i thought. I inched quickly towards the hp and grabbed one of the hp.
It was a bad move. In that purposeful move, I had enabled them to surround me and blocked the exit route out of mi house. We looked at each other intently, anticipating each other's movements. i brought the hp that i took (presumably one of the guys') and typed in my number. (stupid u must think, i should've directly dialled 999) i dunno is i fast or they slow. I heard my own phone ring. I followed the sound n quickly grabbed mi hp. they were closing in onto me. with whatever strength i had, i pushed my way through them and ran out of the house.
what i remembered next is being brutally beaten up. strangely i was dreaming of being beaten up in a third person pt of view. i was looking at miself from the sky. and watching helplessly as i was beaten. i didnt retaliate. punches n kicks were relentless upon me. i saw miself using mi hands to cover mi face and curled up mi legs on the floor to seemingly protect my vitals. i saw many bruises and quite abit of blood.
strandely again, i found miself walking on the road...this time as a 1st person.there were 2 hps in mi pocket. one that should belong to the 'leader'. he should've been stupid enough to forget taking it from me. it was an old model of nokia...ok that aside.
i walked n walked. i chanced upon a police post. it doesnt look like any i've seen before. it was a container, which had a sign that said "police musical club"...which makes no sense at all. but still shaken by mi own situation, i just walked in, wanting to report this audacious crime.
I told the whole story to the policewoman who was there. i was brought into this room where she took down mi statement.she reassured me that they were already tracking them. it seemed that they have been terrorising the estate and the police were already trying to track them down. she said they were to nab them that very night.
there were 2 other policemen on duty there. it had to be their change shift time. cos i saw from out the window the 2 policemen had changed into their plain clothes and walked off with their bags. after giving mi statement to that policewoman, i showed her the hp i took from the 'leader'. she just said "we'll look into it dont worry"
at this time, dunno i chicken or what, i didnt dare go back.in mi mind it kept flashing back the scene where they beat me up real bad. i was literally begging the policewoman to find me an alternative place to stay for the night. "This is a musical club, we do not haf any place for u to spend the night" (i didnt even realise it was like rubbish lor... i should've known then it was just a dream, but i still carried on dreaming)
"i'll try to do something about it. i can understand how shaken u feel right now..." As she finished speaking, she made her way to some other room where i was left alone in the "statement room".
to be continued...
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