ibook, but inotstupid.

Got my ibook yesterday. Yet I'm still typing this entry from my trusty albeit crash-prone PC.

When I opened my ibook eagerly when I got home, to my consternation, there was a... wait for it... BRIGHT PIXEL! Of all things unacceptable on a computer, this would rank pretty high on my list. Dead pixels annoy me, bright ones just piss me off. I promptly called my dear 'evangelists' (No, I don't know why they call themselves that) at Apple Centre to give them a taste of my renowned tongue-lashing skills. To my consternation, they said that 1 bright pixel (which are btw way way way more annoying then an off-state dead pixel) is not sufficient for the DOA (Dead on Arrival, you know like combat rations?) requirement which mandates at least 1 dead pixel.

So all was well, as I resigned myself to a fate of ridicule by fellow friends I laughed at before for buying computers with dead pixels. I pottered along to explore the, come to think of it, rather user-friendly but stunted GUI of mac OS X. But when I wanted to try out my Bjork DVD, to my consternation, it said something about me inserting a blank DVD and that ibooks don't burn DVDs. I thought maybe macs just don't play DVDs out-of-the-box. I was sure I can download some crack later anyway.

So all was well and I pottered along again to try out some CDs I haven't been listening to. To my consternation. my Yo-yo Ma Bach Cello Suite no. 6 sounded like Linkin Park. So did Bjork's Vespertine, albeit whimsically accompanied by female orgasmic yelping. I hate Linkin Park, Bjork's orgasmic accompaniment notwithstanding.

What a terribly consternated day. This baby is going back man! For goodness sake, just because I'm enjoying the student discount doesn't mean you give me a refurbished one lah. inotstupid you know.

Does friendship come in cyan?

Finally cleared all that constipated energy yesterday, and I'm feeling much better now (enema anyone?). Though my feelings for cyan will probably remain if we stay in such close proximity, I value the friendship beyond the occasional pain those feelings may cause me. So I won't walk away.

But I won't hang around either. Now it's time to look to fairer pastures and sunnier islands as I go to meet with Sunshine again after 5 months. Wish me luck!

Weird stares, a tiny room, a crocodile and my heart

People that know me well would also know that I am extremely constipated when it comes to expressing my feelings. (Not necessarily precluding bowel movement though. Two words: Protein Diet.)

I'm feeling constipated right now. Or at least biting my tongue for being constipated when I should have said something: to have said something to clear the doubt and end my crazy presumptions.

But even though it wasn't what it was, I still enjoyed it as one enjoys a potent anti-depressant that when taken in heavy dosages leads to hallucinated bliss (or idiotic Mambo dance moves). I really should find an Unrequited-Love-Anonymous quick before I become a bona fide junkie.

Don't let unrequited love make you look stupid!

Sunshine and Black Clouds

Have been neglecting my blog for quite awhile mainly due to crush-withdrawal-induced-depression and general malaise. Red fell through and I suppose cyan did too (albeit we are closer nonetheless). But I suppose true friends are already more than what I should be asking for. Nonetheless, the emptiness is feeding my overall reluctance to do any work at all, and swallowing me into a labyrinth of conflicting goals and aspirations.

Not helping is the fact that I receieved my MAPP (Motivational Appraisal of Personal Potential) yesterday. Essentially, it told me three things: that I am generally a rather unmotivated person; that I should be a farmer; and that I suck at math. To which, one I would contend, one I would not, and one I found rather confounding.

(Farming in Singapore? Are you kidding me? I can hardly get eggs anymore. What am I going to grow? IC chips? Babies? Besides, I'm quite sure I can do much better in the solicitation industry [no, not the litigating variety], what with my profound oral talent!)

Makes me wonder if Seng Choon Farm has internship opportunities for highly unmotivated under-grads with embarassingly low aptitudes for math.