Just too good?
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Hmm, I've been thinking for a while.. but could it be because I'm just.. too.. good?
The Chef
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After having a Jamie Oliver moment; I decided it would be a good idea to cook dinner.
And so I got a few recipes with decently easy-to-find sounding names. Next off its to NTUC to buy. I mean after all they're supposed to have everything there right?
It was only the beginning of more nonsense to come when I couldn't find the leeks and decided to ask if spring onions were the same as leeks. Apparently NTUC didnt sell leeks, so I had to make do BAH.
Then they didnt sell lemons too, WTF.
After clocking in a 83 dollar bill for dinner, I decided I will apply to be DBS's CFO, my strongest merits being able to save costs.
Next it was on to cooking the dinner. While the instructions seem fairly simple to follow, they are actually submitted by a heartless person with lie after lie. Clearly stated on the instructions were to allow the soup to cook for 20 minutes.
I left it for 20 minutes, and when I opened I saw only potatoes and carrots, but no soup. It was then clear to me that the wok was absorbing water and my potatoes were chao-tared. Next to make the Hollandise sauce.
Instructions were to stir butter into the yolk syrup while heating it over a saucepan of water. More lies ensued when I realised my concoction was turning into scrambled eggs.
Dinner was served with half-cooked salmon on bottled thousand-island sauce. The only thing I couldn't destroy was the salad, which was.. well, impossible to overcook since no cooking was necessary.
Another excellent dinner by Chef HL.
Where's next on the menu?
And so I got a few recipes with decently easy-to-find sounding names. Next off its to NTUC to buy. I mean after all they're supposed to have everything there right?
It was only the beginning of more nonsense to come when I couldn't find the leeks and decided to ask if spring onions were the same as leeks. Apparently NTUC didnt sell leeks, so I had to make do BAH.
Then they didnt sell lemons too, WTF.
After clocking in a 83 dollar bill for dinner, I decided I will apply to be DBS's CFO, my strongest merits being able to save costs.
Next it was on to cooking the dinner. While the instructions seem fairly simple to follow, they are actually submitted by a heartless person with lie after lie. Clearly stated on the instructions were to allow the soup to cook for 20 minutes.
I left it for 20 minutes, and when I opened I saw only potatoes and carrots, but no soup. It was then clear to me that the wok was absorbing water and my potatoes were chao-tared. Next to make the Hollandise sauce.
Instructions were to stir butter into the yolk syrup while heating it over a saucepan of water. More lies ensued when I realised my concoction was turning into scrambled eggs.
Dinner was served with half-cooked salmon on bottled thousand-island sauce. The only thing I couldn't destroy was the salad, which was.. well, impossible to overcook since no cooking was necessary.
Another excellent dinner by Chef HL.
Where's next on the menu?
A Fear Long Forgotten
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I've never really been claustrophobic, hence it never really occurred to me why my nightmares usually involved elevators. It may be strange that I've decided to divulge part of this weakness of mine, but it's really more to convince myself of the vindication.
Most of the time, lift buttons fail to respond. They would either malfunction, jam, accelerate upwards at an unfathomable speed, or simply: free-fall. In a good number of times; a supernatural flavour would be fused in. My block elevator stopping randomly thanks to kids enjoying block-catching didn't really help.
Just this morning; the lift button of the last floor refuses to light; stopping in every other floor. (It was one of those older lifts which didnt have buttons for every floor) Timothy manages to sneak his way in as we're going up the lift. (If you're very confused right now; yes I'm describing the figments of my nightmare) Next; we discover this spirit thats following us up every level. Stopping on the second last floor the lift doors open to reveal the spirit trying to rip a key apart from its keychain, saying out loud that "the keychain can help destroy a part of his soul". I grabbed him and dragged him along with us.
We bolted for the stairs, when we met one of the residents in the block. Asking her for a receipt (I know right?! WTF) I burned it and pressed it against the spirit's face. Apparently this is SUPPOSED to kill it. Next, the resident offers us a vacant unit beside hers; but we refuse and head up to the last floor.
Minutes later; a few other friends joined us and we're watching this... weird soccer game, where they're like 4 teams playing at once. The full-length windows on the left allowed me to see what was in the other unit below... Dogs.
The dogs were... staring at something invisible, you could tell because of their eye movement, the way they paid attention and turned their heads to it. Of course this had chilling effects on my spine. It starts to get better as when I looked again, some of the dogs disappeared, then reappeared while others disappeared. Somehow I made a very wise comment that the "dog was a very unique breed, able to change colour size, and appearance at every look"
I never really understood why I was having these nightmares, and it wasn't particularly a bane. Of course I do get free parachuting trips when the nightmare decides to free-fall my lift. So happens I was (not dreaming) testing the endurance of my block's lift the other night on my way home. Doing synchronised jumps to achieve maximum momentum and finishing off with a finale of a deliberate impact jump. Nothing happened.
This made me recall of a time when I was.. trapped, in a lift. It wasn't even like my cousin and I were playing hopscotch in the lift. We just pressed the open button long enough to piss the lift off, before it decided to close the lift doors shut and render itself immobile. Naturally my aunt was panicking, but under the age of 10, I was outdoing her.
Postulations of the numerous probabilities began clouding my thoughts, none of which are very pleasurable. Included in the list are the cables holding the lift snapping; resulting in a free skydiving trip. Lift running out of air,etc.
Of course none of those happened, and the rescue workers came in about 40 minutes. The whole experience was, intriguing, as the lift had those glass panes to look into. So much so I was pretty sure my relatives enjoyed viewing us as preserved museum exhibits through a glass door.
Looking back, its been like.. 10 years? I guess child psychologists are right for once, horrid experiences while young can carry a rancor into adolescence.
Most of the time, lift buttons fail to respond. They would either malfunction, jam, accelerate upwards at an unfathomable speed, or simply: free-fall. In a good number of times; a supernatural flavour would be fused in. My block elevator stopping randomly thanks to kids enjoying block-catching didn't really help.
Just this morning; the lift button of the last floor refuses to light; stopping in every other floor. (It was one of those older lifts which didnt have buttons for every floor) Timothy manages to sneak his way in as we're going up the lift. (If you're very confused right now; yes I'm describing the figments of my nightmare) Next; we discover this spirit thats following us up every level. Stopping on the second last floor the lift doors open to reveal the spirit trying to rip a key apart from its keychain, saying out loud that "the keychain can help destroy a part of his soul". I grabbed him and dragged him along with us.
We bolted for the stairs, when we met one of the residents in the block. Asking her for a receipt (I know right?! WTF) I burned it and pressed it against the spirit's face. Apparently this is SUPPOSED to kill it. Next, the resident offers us a vacant unit beside hers; but we refuse and head up to the last floor.
Minutes later; a few other friends joined us and we're watching this... weird soccer game, where they're like 4 teams playing at once. The full-length windows on the left allowed me to see what was in the other unit below... Dogs.
The dogs were... staring at something invisible, you could tell because of their eye movement, the way they paid attention and turned their heads to it. Of course this had chilling effects on my spine. It starts to get better as when I looked again, some of the dogs disappeared, then reappeared while others disappeared. Somehow I made a very wise comment that the "dog was a very unique breed, able to change colour size, and appearance at every look"
I never really understood why I was having these nightmares, and it wasn't particularly a bane. Of course I do get free parachuting trips when the nightmare decides to free-fall my lift. So happens I was (not dreaming) testing the endurance of my block's lift the other night on my way home. Doing synchronised jumps to achieve maximum momentum and finishing off with a finale of a deliberate impact jump. Nothing happened.
This made me recall of a time when I was.. trapped, in a lift. It wasn't even like my cousin and I were playing hopscotch in the lift. We just pressed the open button long enough to piss the lift off, before it decided to close the lift doors shut and render itself immobile. Naturally my aunt was panicking, but under the age of 10, I was outdoing her.
Postulations of the numerous probabilities began clouding my thoughts, none of which are very pleasurable. Included in the list are the cables holding the lift snapping; resulting in a free skydiving trip. Lift running out of air,etc.
Of course none of those happened, and the rescue workers came in about 40 minutes. The whole experience was, intriguing, as the lift had those glass panes to look into. So much so I was pretty sure my relatives enjoyed viewing us as preserved museum exhibits through a glass door.
Looking back, its been like.. 10 years? I guess child psychologists are right for once, horrid experiences while young can carry a rancor into adolescence.
War Execution
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Bodies littered across the fields as fires seemed to burn from the haystacks; A wooden cage housing people hiding for their lives, waiting for a chance of escape. Blue uniforms marching alongside their hell devices that cloud the air with the scent of death. It was a savagery of war.
From the sky, it remains of the village looked not different from the mayan ruins; scarce of water and life.
The door breaks open as they march in; verbally arresting me.
"Heil!"
Strangely, I forgot to finish with his name.
Like an arrest in the olden days; a decree was read and I knew it had arrived; The End. The commander lined up his men whom were seemingly new recruits; so young they approached the proximity of "cadets". One of them thrusted his bottle at me,
"Any water?"
"Does it look like we've any water left?"
The commander shouted for the cadets to arm themselves with a mixed array of rifles. Included in the arsenal were notable hunting rifles; M16s and other out-of-date machine guns. He then motioned for me to step ahead.
I wondered at this point if it was a worthy cause for death; pledging allegiance to one whom seemed so lost in his thirst for conquest that he is blind to the imminent defeat and suffering of his countrymen. What made things worse was dying by his men. Serving the country sometimes meant you had to go against it; Treason.
"Could you join in?"
"They look like they would miss"
Trying to guise it as an attempt of mockery; it was my fear for a tormented death. Getting the commander himself on the gun would be an insurance for a quick death.
"I would; but I have this back problem"
He sprung out a knife and looked as if he was offering it as a solution. It made me ponder for a second how death by a blade would be any different from a bullet for his back.
"Please..?"
He didnt seem to hear and continued to quieten the squad down; whom by now seemed to have raised their decibels like a group of unattended school children. It didnt seem to work. He picked up two guns with one hand and fired them towards the ceiling.
The earth came crumbling down on my face as I could almost taste the dirt. It was almost as if it was my last supper. It worked like a charm as they fell silent. Silence is a bullet; not golden.
It was the end of the road; I walked forward to meet D. I wanted so badly to profess in my last words the love for Germany. I looked them straight, quiet with pride. Deep down; it was more of fear.
"SET TO AUTO!"
Voiced the commander. The cadets seemed like a novice bunch; but they moved fast. I could barely make out what the commander was shouting before it hit me.
Shell after shell of bullets; knocking me backwards to the ground.
It hurt less than I had imagined, but the pain was still nothing like what I've experienced. It was like metal balls pressed hard against your chest and torso. Then the next wave of bullets came and I was knocked further back.
It hurt alot less this time; and I could hear no more. I didnt even feel the third wave.
Laying face down on the floor; I could feel the liquid flowing out from the pressure points left by the bullets. Like a movie; it faded to dark and I felt no more.
6.30 AM
It seemed so real, was this how death would feel?
From the sky, it remains of the village looked not different from the mayan ruins; scarce of water and life.
The door breaks open as they march in; verbally arresting me.
"Heil!"
Strangely, I forgot to finish with his name.
Like an arrest in the olden days; a decree was read and I knew it had arrived; The End. The commander lined up his men whom were seemingly new recruits; so young they approached the proximity of "cadets". One of them thrusted his bottle at me,
"Any water?"
"Does it look like we've any water left?"
The commander shouted for the cadets to arm themselves with a mixed array of rifles. Included in the arsenal were notable hunting rifles; M16s and other out-of-date machine guns. He then motioned for me to step ahead.
I wondered at this point if it was a worthy cause for death; pledging allegiance to one whom seemed so lost in his thirst for conquest that he is blind to the imminent defeat and suffering of his countrymen. What made things worse was dying by his men. Serving the country sometimes meant you had to go against it; Treason.
"Could you join in?"
"They look like they would miss"
Trying to guise it as an attempt of mockery; it was my fear for a tormented death. Getting the commander himself on the gun would be an insurance for a quick death.
"I would; but I have this back problem"
He sprung out a knife and looked as if he was offering it as a solution. It made me ponder for a second how death by a blade would be any different from a bullet for his back.
"Please..?"
He didnt seem to hear and continued to quieten the squad down; whom by now seemed to have raised their decibels like a group of unattended school children. It didnt seem to work. He picked up two guns with one hand and fired them towards the ceiling.
The earth came crumbling down on my face as I could almost taste the dirt. It was almost as if it was my last supper. It worked like a charm as they fell silent. Silence is a bullet; not golden.
It was the end of the road; I walked forward to meet D. I wanted so badly to profess in my last words the love for Germany. I looked them straight, quiet with pride. Deep down; it was more of fear.
"SET TO AUTO!"
Voiced the commander. The cadets seemed like a novice bunch; but they moved fast. I could barely make out what the commander was shouting before it hit me.
Shell after shell of bullets; knocking me backwards to the ground.
It hurt less than I had imagined, but the pain was still nothing like what I've experienced. It was like metal balls pressed hard against your chest and torso. Then the next wave of bullets came and I was knocked further back.
It hurt alot less this time; and I could hear no more. I didnt even feel the third wave.
Laying face down on the floor; I could feel the liquid flowing out from the pressure points left by the bullets. Like a movie; it faded to dark and I felt no more.
6.30 AM
It seemed so real, was this how death would feel?
Rebirth
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Due to my incessant free time at IAP, I've found a grand opportunity to give my blog the revamp it very much deserves. (Haven even bothered to fix those music player thingys)
Press F5 now.
Viola~
**PS: I have an Easter Egg for you Brian (puppy too), F5 enough times to find it..**
Press F5 now.
Viola~
**PS: I have an Easter Egg for you Brian (puppy too), F5 enough times to find it..**
19th birthday
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An overdue post, where a bleach in stark fear that I am a teen no longer in a year.
On that very same year, the country will come calling with a green suit and 22 months of meaningless insanity.
Growing up, I guess really isnt easy :/
Thanks for everyone that wished me! extra thanks for those who went to dinner. Appreciate it.
On that very same year, the country will come calling with a green suit and 22 months of meaningless insanity.
Growing up, I guess really isnt easy :/
Thanks for everyone that wished me! extra thanks for those who went to dinner. Appreciate it.
The G.Tour
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Once in a while, I am able to blog about the more interesting events in my life. (Unlike the Dora Experience) This one happens to be called the G.Tour.
Also, unlike most posts, I encourage you to read this one.
The night begins with the usual PSKs, and draws a recess with apple being interrogated by me and toh. We fail badly, and she ends up leaving.
This is when the supernova idea of taking a G.Tour struck, and we boarded a 11 dollar cab to Lor 12 Geylang.
The street greets you with many neon signs, indicating a clear disparity between its energy compared to when I saw it from my morning bus rides. It was just past midnight when we began our expedition to hunt for poultry.
Disappointment ensued, as the supply-demand ratio was clearly imbalanced. Something was amiss, where did the birds go?! Toh suggests that a raid had occured, and they were taking cover because most of them were unlicensed. (Nowadays even got license for this industry)
We loitered around, only to find the streets littered with roaming men. Suddenly, it appeared. Our first encounter.
Naturally, we walked past it only to see her negotiating terms and price. Nothing too interesting.
Toh says today's turnout is very very disappointing, a far cry from what he had experienced a while back ago. So we continued to walk further.
policemen.vomittingman.desperatemen.bangalateam.
After some walking, we decided to take a break, and wait for the poultry to start appearing agian. It was about 2:30 that we began the walk again, and this time, the horde was here.
Apparently racial segmentation was present, as different street numbers depicted the genres of poultry you will encounter. We happen to pass 17, where the Peso Chickens were. Toh is an ass and decides to make me walk inside, when I kena my first attack.
She was perfectly still when I walked past her, but suddenly she turns and GRABS MY SHIRT. I was like WTF, NO LEAVE ME ALONE.
Did she listen?
Obviously NO.
I walked and she FOLLOWED, CONTINUOUSLY... PULLING MY SHIRT.
Luckily she gave up and I recovered. scary shit.
This was clearly a wakeup call, as I began to distance myself from the birds and prepared to swing my elbow at the next minah that tries to up my shirt size.
It was like they were activated, at 2:30am. The once gender-imbalanced streets started to fill with hordes and hordes of them. The supply-demand graph tilts and I think prices start to fall. This is what we call, INFLATION.
We walked along for a while more...
morepolicemen.vomitonfloor.hordesofbirds
Next we decide to upgrade our plan and go for the viewing part. So happens this guy running the... establishment starts pulling us in. Obviously they are very good salesmen and dont take no for an answer.
There are apparently a few kinds of establishments that run here. Do not underestimate them, I believe they have undergone rigiours marketing courses.
#1 The Parallel Importer
Champions in price war, believed to have Chinese ancestry. They market themselves with the price advantage, offering premium "serivces" to the.. budget client. Foreign produce is their weapon of choice, as they realise abusing the hourly wage gives them better leverage in cutting dollars.
As we entered the house he got four of them to stand up. Twere scantily clad and he starts narrating the "services" they offered. The girls smiled at us and clearly did not know how to say shit. Clearly a NTAO (No Talk, Action Only) service strategy.
Smart move.
#2 The Drill Sergant
Employing local school dropouts as pimps, they believe not only in training their "staffs" with the appropriate skills, and that a team cheer was in order.
Toh says he recognised the pimp as his senior in sec sch, who wore red contacts and let us to this shady back alley where his workers stood up. Another man initated their cheer by asking questions. The girls would then respond with much enthusiam
"赚钱!" "OK!"
"按摩!" "可以"
"口交" "OK!" (If you dont know what it means, its fine. I didnt' too at that time)
There is no way this guy knows nothing about the marketing process and he attempts to sweeten the deal:
"我给你特别的，比较久啊。30-40 分钟"
Finishing his cheer, he turns to us and says
"她们都说可以了，你还考虑什么?"
I dont know what you think this is, but clearly looks to me like they are fish in an aquarium. Its like going to the zoo to view exhibits. Don't ask me why this turns some people on.
One that we went to even has kinky shit like cushions and random stuff lying around in the aquarium.
Admission to these places is basically free, however, should you want to.. spend time with their staff, prevailing rates apply. As a guide to enjoy your G.Tour, we have taken the liberty to check prices so you do not look like a retarded tourist and get overcharged.
Also, unlike most posts, I encourage you to read this one.
The night begins with the usual PSKs, and draws a recess with apple being interrogated by me and toh. We fail badly, and she ends up leaving.
This is when the supernova idea of taking a G.Tour struck, and we boarded a 11 dollar cab to Lor 12 Geylang.
The street greets you with many neon signs, indicating a clear disparity between its energy compared to when I saw it from my morning bus rides. It was just past midnight when we began our expedition to hunt for poultry.
Disappointment ensued, as the supply-demand ratio was clearly imbalanced. Something was amiss, where did the birds go?! Toh suggests that a raid had occured, and they were taking cover because most of them were unlicensed. (Nowadays even got license for this industry)
We loitered around, only to find the streets littered with roaming men. Suddenly, it appeared. Our first encounter.
Naturally, we walked past it only to see her negotiating terms and price. Nothing too interesting.
Toh says today's turnout is very very disappointing, a far cry from what he had experienced a while back ago. So we continued to walk further.
policemen.vomittingman.desperatemen.bangalateam.
After some walking, we decided to take a break, and wait for the poultry to start appearing agian. It was about 2:30 that we began the walk again, and this time, the horde was here.
Apparently racial segmentation was present, as different street numbers depicted the genres of poultry you will encounter. We happen to pass 17, where the Peso Chickens were. Toh is an ass and decides to make me walk inside, when I kena my first attack.
She was perfectly still when I walked past her, but suddenly she turns and GRABS MY SHIRT. I was like WTF, NO LEAVE ME ALONE.
Did she listen?
Obviously NO.
I walked and she FOLLOWED, CONTINUOUSLY... PULLING MY SHIRT.
Luckily she gave up and I recovered. scary shit.
This was clearly a wakeup call, as I began to distance myself from the birds and prepared to swing my elbow at the next minah that tries to up my shirt size.
It was like they were activated, at 2:30am. The once gender-imbalanced streets started to fill with hordes and hordes of them. The supply-demand graph tilts and I think prices start to fall. This is what we call, INFLATION.
We walked along for a while more...
morepolicemen.vomitonfloor.hordesofbirds
Next we decide to upgrade our plan and go for the viewing part. So happens this guy running the... establishment starts pulling us in. Obviously they are very good salesmen and dont take no for an answer.
There are apparently a few kinds of establishments that run here. Do not underestimate them, I believe they have undergone rigiours marketing courses.
#1 The Parallel Importer
Champions in price war, believed to have Chinese ancestry. They market themselves with the price advantage, offering premium "serivces" to the.. budget client. Foreign produce is their weapon of choice, as they realise abusing the hourly wage gives them better leverage in cutting dollars.
As we entered the house he got four of them to stand up. Twere scantily clad and he starts narrating the "services" they offered. The girls smiled at us and clearly did not know how to say shit. Clearly a NTAO (No Talk, Action Only) service strategy.
Smart move.
#2 The Drill Sergant
Employing local school dropouts as pimps, they believe not only in training their "staffs" with the appropriate skills, and that a team cheer was in order.
Toh says he recognised the pimp as his senior in sec sch, who wore red contacts and let us to this shady back alley where his workers stood up. Another man initated their cheer by asking questions. The girls would then respond with much enthusiam
"赚钱!" "OK!"
"按摩!" "可以"
"口交" "OK!" (If you dont know what it means, its fine. I didnt' too at that time)
There is no way this guy knows nothing about the marketing process and he attempts to sweeten the deal:
"我给你特别的，比较久啊。30-40 分钟"
Finishing his cheer, he turns to us and says
"她们都说可以了，你还考虑什么?"
#3 The Aquarium
I dont know what you think this is, but clearly looks to me like they are fish in an aquarium. Its like going to the zoo to view exhibits. Don't ask me why this turns some people on.
One that we went to even has kinky shit like cushions and random stuff lying around in the aquarium.
Admission to these places is basically free, however, should you want to.. spend time with their staff, prevailing rates apply. As a guide to enjoy your G.Tour, we have taken the liberty to check prices so you do not look like a retarded tourist and get overcharged.
Review
#1 Foreign Imports (Rate: $40)
Pros: Cheap (duh)
Cons: No warranty. They dont get health checks weekly. Illegal too, if you get caught in a raid, be prepared to file for divorce
#2 Drill Sergants (Rate: $45)
Pros: Seem to know their stuff well, translates to good service
Cons: I suspect some of them might be psycho, so take at your own risk.
#3 Fish Tank (Rate: $100)
Pros: Healthiest. They get health screens weekly
Cons: Only for the rich.
Operating hours are from 12:00 to 3:00. Some stores will stretch to 3:30 if you're lucky. Seems like they have regulated hours too. Peak hours are at 2:00 to 2:30. Have fun.
I realise some of you miss my informative guides (Sun Tzu Busfare..etc.) on everyday life tips. Your wait is over.
The Guide to Getting a Good G.Tour
1. Choose a good timing to come.
Police cars are a good indication a raid has just been processed. Supply > Demand = High PRICE
2. No Mercy
Bashing them in the face is perfectly fine so long its not be-kind-to-animals week. Failure to do this might result in you feeling violated for the rest of your life. You have been warned. Just do as I preach.
3. Beware of the Horde
Try to avoid a horde of them, if you fail you WILL be swarmed. They clearly attend leadership training camps.
4. Siam the Smokers
Most pimps (illegal ones) will try to pull you in. Prepare good excuses or you will be dragged into unfavourable locations.
5. If all else fails, prepare money
This is a last minute desperate solution to follow when you did not adhere to my commandments as above. A two dollar bill should ensue the above scene, making enough time for you to run away. Take note though, they are fast runners and will catch up to you in no time.
In all, we walked the streets countless times, I think it qualfies under cross country. Exhaused, I popped into the cab.
In all, we walked the streets countless times, I think it qualfies under cross country. Exhaused, I popped into the cab.
Uncle: " Boy ah, why you sound so tired? "
Lady GaGa
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If you've never seen a star throw her face on acoustic, I present Lady GaGa.
Bet you laughed hard at 2:12
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Bet you laughed hard at 2:12
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Mistake not, dependency for love
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I must admit I never thought this day would come.. a day where I find blogging to become more of a responsibility then an avenue of expression. This comes relatively quickly my change of perception that a blog should be a channel to document thoughts and perceptions in my passage of adolescence, more than it should be a journal of my daily activities.
Perhaps it is my rising expectations that events become less blog-worthy. Or that most social events were simply too uneventful. Nevertheless, I've finally chanced upon an opportunity to resurrect my blog.
Of course, the caveat would be some of you will need a dictionary to read this post.
I caution another would be it is rather depressing; like a sucker-punch to your book of ethics.
Your morals will be challenged. You have been warned.
The above is a comic strip; which jeremy shamelessly demands I credit him for the discovery. Google xkcd if this is your kind of humor.
Not just like any stickman humor, this brings an appalling question to mind: Do we mistake dependency for love?
Obviously, the natural answer would be "no". However, I beseech you to cast aside your prejudice and explore the subject further. It may prove to be a very valuable lesson for some of you.
This mistake of dependency for love somewhat undermines fairy-tales we commonly see in movies.
Guy likes Girl.
Girl dosen't know
Guy waits and waits
One day Guy leaves country
Girl realises his absence
Girl thinks she loves guy
Blah blah blah
*Insert corny plot here*
Its a clear example here of a case of dependency more than love. A situation where prolonged presence creates a dependency; and the sudden absence forces the realization of the dependency.
The question is posed once again: Is this love?
Is the longing for someone in his/her absence a symptom of love? If the answer is no; then it renders all movies with "The-one-you-are-looking-for-is-all-along-beside-you" plot a lie. That it is but a sad case where dependency is mistaken for love.
If your answer is yes? Then you will question yourself what it means by "love-at-first-sight". Without spending time, there will be no dependency. An without such a dependency, the evaluation of another is prematurely by appearance. Isn't this then a confusion with something commonly mistaken for love? - Lust?
For the reasons that we do not want to venture into another subject matter; lets re-focus our priorities to the stigma of equating dependency for love.
By now, I assume you concur with me that dependency, although a subset of love, does not equate the full perimeter of love and hence draws a clear distinction from it.
If so, drawing inferences from the comic strip; the intended creation of time spent together by two people is, abstractly, creating dependency.
I guess my lesson here today is about learning where to draw the line. So, is YOUR relationship love? or is it dependency?
PS: You do realise this, although unethical, is a devilishly good way of pursuing a relationship? Girls beware =O
Perhaps it is my rising expectations that events become less blog-worthy. Or that most social events were simply too uneventful. Nevertheless, I've finally chanced upon an opportunity to resurrect my blog.
Of course, the caveat would be some of you will need a dictionary to read this post.
I caution another would be it is rather depressing; like a sucker-punch to your book of ethics.
Your morals will be challenged. You have been warned.
The above is a comic strip; which jeremy shamelessly demands I credit him for the discovery. Google xkcd if this is your kind of humor.
Not just like any stickman humor, this brings an appalling question to mind: Do we mistake dependency for love?
Obviously, the natural answer would be "no". However, I beseech you to cast aside your prejudice and explore the subject further. It may prove to be a very valuable lesson for some of you.
This mistake of dependency for love somewhat undermines fairy-tales we commonly see in movies.
Guy likes Girl.
Girl dosen't know
Guy waits and waits
One day Guy leaves country
Girl realises his absence
Girl thinks she loves guy
Blah blah blah
*Insert corny plot here*
Its a clear example here of a case of dependency more than love. A situation where prolonged presence creates a dependency; and the sudden absence forces the realization of the dependency.
The question is posed once again: Is this love?
Is the longing for someone in his/her absence a symptom of love? If the answer is no; then it renders all movies with "The-one-you-are-looking-for-is-all-along-beside-you" plot a lie. That it is but a sad case where dependency is mistaken for love.
If your answer is yes? Then you will question yourself what it means by "love-at-first-sight". Without spending time, there will be no dependency. An without such a dependency, the evaluation of another is prematurely by appearance. Isn't this then a confusion with something commonly mistaken for love? - Lust?
For the reasons that we do not want to venture into another subject matter; lets re-focus our priorities to the stigma of equating dependency for love.
By now, I assume you concur with me that dependency, although a subset of love, does not equate the full perimeter of love and hence draws a clear distinction from it.
If so, drawing inferences from the comic strip; the intended creation of time spent together by two people is, abstractly, creating dependency.
I guess my lesson here today is about learning where to draw the line. So, is YOUR relationship love? or is it dependency?
PS: You do realise this, although unethical, is a devilishly good way of pursuing a relationship? Girls beware =O
Keep Bleedinggg
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My loyal readers will know that once in a while; my body decides to audition for Batman and play funny jokex on me.
Nasal menstruation; a new term I've applied to Havard Medical School to be recognised as an official medical condition.
So while I'm happily trying to hunt down survivors in Left4Dead I suddenly feel the familar warm stream coming through my noise. As usual I'm too fast and grab a tissue to subdue it. Blood. again.
Grabbed a few more tissues to stop the flow; but dosent work after 1 minute. I had to stop. Before I knew it, already 7-8 tissues gone and I'm at the toilet.
The bleeding dosent stop for about 3 minutes as my sink fills up with brownish mix of blood and water. This goes on for another few minutes, my record time.
After a while, it stops getting funny as the blood dosent stop. I wipe away furiously only to see more blood flow.
This is when I suddenly got the good idea of not wasting a picture perfect moment. If you cannot see red, I suggest you do not proceed.
You have been warned.
When the bleeding finally stopped. I looked at the bathroom to realise I actually might be responsible for the Kallang body parts murder. So much blood splatted all over; on the wall, toilet seat, mirror... sink..
I'm going to leave it there and scare the shit out of my maid when she wakes up..
Nasal menstruation; a new term I've applied to Havard Medical School to be recognised as an official medical condition.
So while I'm happily trying to hunt down survivors in Left4Dead I suddenly feel the familar warm stream coming through my noise. As usual I'm too fast and grab a tissue to subdue it. Blood. again.
Grabbed a few more tissues to stop the flow; but dosent work after 1 minute. I had to stop. Before I knew it, already 7-8 tissues gone and I'm at the toilet.
The bleeding dosent stop for about 3 minutes as my sink fills up with brownish mix of blood and water. This goes on for another few minutes, my record time.
After a while, it stops getting funny as the blood dosent stop. I wipe away furiously only to see more blood flow.
This is when I suddenly got the good idea of not wasting a picture perfect moment. If you cannot see red, I suggest you do not proceed.
You have been warned.
This is the amount of blood on my face if I leave it alone for 15 seconds.
This is what happens to my left hand while my right holds the dslr
If you think this is gory... then dont look at my bathroom floor
When the bleeding finally stopped. I looked at the bathroom to realise I actually might be responsible for the Kallang body parts murder. So much blood splatted all over; on the wall, toilet seat, mirror... sink..
I'm going to leave it there and scare the shit out of my maid when she wakes up..