Addiction to VG Cats, drawing, and perpetual waiting for DGM manga have led to extreme procrastination.
It is therefore with hurried typing and a half-hearted heart that I will be rushing through my work for the next 20 hours.
But, first, to blog.
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It's been another year... a hectic one at that cho. It's certainly been a rollercoaster ride cho.
It is in that second when the rollercoaster car seems to hang over the edge of the first drop, and you see the drop right in front of you, where you experience the "one second of realisation of your GGness".
New Year's is something like that.
Thank God that in the end, after the ups and downs, the screaming, the yelling, the crying, the spilling of Coke onto everyone behind you, you still can emerge from the ride with friends and laugh, and want to ride again.
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Having a door slam in the middle of the night
- when you're all alone, by yourself -
is a freakishly scary thing cho...
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Pink goo leaking...
Head in floor now...
Tastes salty.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Hundredth
It's the hundredth post.
It's arbitary but I'm just surprised and grateful that it's come so far.
Wouldn't have been very possible without you guys cho.
Thank you all for your support and tags, no matter how inconsistent, fractured or crazy these previous ninety-nine posts have been!
Thank you cho!
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Although, arguably, Blogger supports up to 500 posts a day, so I could have reached here two months earlier.
In my defense, the other 499 posts a day were lost to quantum entanglement and spurious development along undefined borders.
Right.
That didn't make any sense, didn't it.
It's arbitary but I'm just surprised and grateful that it's come so far.
Wouldn't have been very possible without you guys cho.
Thank you all for your support and tags, no matter how inconsistent, fractured or crazy these previous ninety-nine posts have been!
Thank you cho!
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Although, arguably, Blogger supports up to 500 posts a day, so I could have reached here two months earlier.
In my defense, the other 499 posts a day were lost to quantum entanglement and spurious development along undefined borders.
Right.
That didn't make any sense, didn't it.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Anthropomorphic
In my defense, "You hit a tree" sounded more funny than usual then.
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Followed a link of Steo's blog to discover VGCats, a really good comic strip.
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Followed a link of Steo's blog to discover VGCats, a really good comic strip.
taken from vgcats.com, credit to vgcats.com and Scott Ramsoomair
The strip that started it all xD
Ironically enough, although I enjoy the strip's odd takes on various video games (Link, Fox, Halo, Kirby series, all of which I don't even play), a main endearing feature of the comic to me are... well, the VG Cats. Who don't appear in this particular strip.
The Cats are two cute... uhm anthropomorphic cats, who walk and talk like normal people (that's what "Anthropomorphic" means, anyway.)
Although it's easy to forget they're cats, they remind us with cute cat ears and tails. Leo even has a bell around his neck. I find that the ears and tails are just adorable, and contribute greatly in showing how each character feels.
Leo, the gray cat, and Aeris, the pink one, die many times throughout the strip, decapitate / stab / otherwise kill other characters, whether as themselves or as video game chatacters, engage in fights, participate in real life scenarios (downloading games off the Net, jumping queue, rummaging in garbage) and so on.
And, engage in numerous sexual innuendos, hints, and outright sexual references. Not between themselves, they seem to prefer keeping each other as good friends. (Because you may never know when Leo will drive Aeris up the wall.)
In my opinion, the creator has done an excellent job on the art and such. Even if the strip doesn't make total sense to me, the artwork is simply admirable. The cats look so cute and the background fitting. And, the comic is good as well.
Two paws up.
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I find Leo's description particularly fitting for me.
"Leo, enthusiastic but credulous, is typically the more foolhardy of the two cats. While he usually projects a general air of idiocy, he has shown signs of a deeper intelligence, or at least marginal quantities of common sense."
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That part where a cartoonized Professor Oak yells "B**** BE TRIPPING BALLS!" is just win. xD
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Tag please cho!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Minefield
WL has this song so irritating that it lowers people's (especially SH's) concentration during Bridge games by up to 60%, causes half-hearted protests at its very playing, and my mother to tell me to turn it off just 40 seconds into the song.
So what's me to do?
Bluetooth it from him, of course.
Now I can listen to it everyday, and hear the lead vocal scream into my ear.
jack'al would probably kill me for the song's poor quality.
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Q: What goes "cluck cluck BOOM"?
A: A chicken in a minefield.
Q: What goes "stomp stomp stomp BOOM"?
A: An elephant in a minefield.
Q: What goes "bonk - hm? - BOOM"?
A: An apple hitting Issac Newton in a minefield.
(Thanks Sis, you think of the most coherent jokes.)
Q: What goes "intensive maths lecture BOOM"?
A: The poor brains of students.
Q: What goes "heh heh - poom - AAGH"?
A: Kahhow and Ggoh.
Q: What goes "pat pat pat (fades out)"?
A: The sound of this blog's taggers walking away.
So what's me to do?
Bluetooth it from him, of course.
Now I can listen to it everyday, and hear the lead vocal scream into my ear.
jack'al would probably kill me for the song's poor quality.
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Received an sms today from an unknown phone number wishing a Merry Christmas and signing off with a familiar pseudonym I remember seeing on someone's blog. I sent back an sms wish anyway.
After a couple of back and forth smses, I found out it was jacq, from skhoo's blog. Wow, it's a small world. *commence irritating background music - It's a small world after orrr-rrhl*
Hi, jacq!
By the way, you shouldn't greet people like jacq or jack'al in this manner on a plane. You are liable to get tackled to the ground by two large officers and detained for the night, in the holding room next to the guy who commented on how he spent "a bomb".
Which leaves the question of how she got my number in the first place. oO Apparently we've met before.
---Q: What goes "cluck cluck BOOM"?
A: A chicken in a minefield.
Q: What goes "stomp stomp stomp BOOM"?
A: An elephant in a minefield.
Q: What goes "bonk - hm? - BOOM"?
A: An apple hitting Issac Newton in a minefield.
(Thanks Sis, you think of the most coherent jokes.)
Q: What goes "intensive maths lecture BOOM"?
A: The poor brains of students.
Q: What goes "heh heh - poom - AAGH"?
A: Kahhow and Ggoh.
Q: What goes "pat pat pat (fades out)"?
A: The sound of this blog's taggers walking away.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Shine
I hate the prevalance of Santa Claus around here during this period of time - Santa mugs, Santa songs, Santa picture frames... y'think it's Santamas around here.
It's so reassuring to know that Christmas has evolved from Christ's birth (Christ-mas, hello.) (despite some evidence pointing to a different month altogether, but anyway.) to a big fat guy with workers all shorter than me. Seriously, what are the chances of that?
Nah, no matter what you believe, it must be comforting to know that seasons can evolve to keep up with time and all that, and cater especially to a truly false myth which has become sadly synonymous to the Christmas season.
I figured if shakugan-san could put a tirade on that, despite being a Haruhist, I could, dammit.
Anyway... Merry Christmas to all readers! xD Whether you celebrate it or not, so there. =D
May you guys be in good health and state of mind, and have a great year ahead! May you and all your loved ones prosper and be in good health, and be happy in this coming year! xD God bless y'all.
It's so reassuring to know that Christmas has evolved from Christ's birth (Christ-mas, hello.) (despite some evidence pointing to a different month altogether, but anyway.) to a big fat guy with workers all shorter than me. Seriously, what are the chances of that?
Nah, no matter what you believe, it must be comforting to know that seasons can evolve to keep up with time and all that, and cater especially to a truly false myth which has become sadly synonymous to the Christmas season.
I figured if shakugan-san could put a tirade on that, despite being a Haruhist, I could, dammit.
Anyway... Merry Christmas to all readers! xD Whether you celebrate it or not, so there. =D
May you guys be in good health and state of mind, and have a great year ahead! May you and all your loved ones prosper and be in good health, and be happy in this coming year! xD God bless y'all.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Obvious
Today's issue: Captain Obvious and the Flaming Fire Fight
Today, the world was saved, thanks to the incredible Captain Obvious!
The wooden benches burned as hot fire licked the wooden legs and the very ground was a-trembling, and all hope had seemed lost, when who should arrive?
It's a pigeon! No, it's too fat.
It's a Boeing-777! No, not that fat.
No, it's Captain Obvious!
With his obvious references to a famous superhero complete, Captain Obvious landed magnificently and stood in the middle of the aforementioned burning carnage, which was, obviously, still burning.
Captain Obvious surveyed the destruction with his obviously superior eyesight, scratching his finger on his obvious Obvious Chin-pad, which bore obvious marks of prior use.
Captain Obvious' hands moved to activate the Obvious Ray... no, the Obvious Beam ...or perhaps the Obvious Cannon? No, obviously, no such foe was here, but something still needed to be done about that fire.
Obviously.
With great deliberation and impeccable timing, Captain Obvious spoke, the air rippling around his mouth at his Obvious Talk:
"If you don't win this... you're a loser."
An unnatural silence fell across the field - to be replaced a second later by a mild cold wind. The cold wind turned to a cold blast, and the air whipped around our hero as he stood poised, heroic and obvious.
The cold wind wrapped itself around the flames, and the coldness of it all pierced into the heart of the fire. The fire seemed to jump and freeze (though that was obviously impossible), and quickly sizzled out of existence. The fire extinguished, the cold air became remarkably fresh, carrying to mind a slight smell of primrose and the sound of people's uncontrolled laughter.
His work done, Captain Obvious surveyed the blackened but obviously saved benches. His work here done, he nodded towards the group of huddling survivors, who had by now started cheering in awe.
He stood, legs apart, and uttered: "The headquarters of the African Union... are somewhere in Africa," the obvious means for his obvious power to obviously lift him from the ground from the obviousness fuelling his obvious powers. He snapped to attention, and blasted off from the ground in an obvious show of power, rocketing over the heads of onlookers, and was soon hidden from sight, obviously ('cause that's what happens in movies).
The people stood and watched his progress through the air with obvious bewilderment and a sort of awe, watching this obvious hero soar through the air to accomplish another, obvious, feat.
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CY and the other seniors really, really rock. xD This is in no means meant to insult CY and the others, but y'know, honest, fun, fun.
Obviously.
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Next time: Captain Obvious and the Psycho Psychopath of Plutocratic Power Play!
Today, the world was saved, thanks to the incredible Captain Obvious!
The wooden benches burned as hot fire licked the wooden legs and the very ground was a-trembling, and all hope had seemed lost, when who should arrive?
It's a pigeon! No, it's too fat.
It's a Boeing-777! No, not that fat.
No, it's Captain Obvious!
With his obvious references to a famous superhero complete, Captain Obvious landed magnificently and stood in the middle of the aforementioned burning carnage, which was, obviously, still burning.
Captain Obvious surveyed the destruction with his obviously superior eyesight, scratching his finger on his obvious Obvious Chin-pad, which bore obvious marks of prior use.
Captain Obvious' hands moved to activate the Obvious Ray... no, the Obvious Beam ...or perhaps the Obvious Cannon? No, obviously, no such foe was here, but something still needed to be done about that fire.
Obviously.
With great deliberation and impeccable timing, Captain Obvious spoke, the air rippling around his mouth at his Obvious Talk:
"If you don't win this... you're a loser."
An unnatural silence fell across the field - to be replaced a second later by a mild cold wind. The cold wind turned to a cold blast, and the air whipped around our hero as he stood poised, heroic and obvious.
The cold wind wrapped itself around the flames, and the coldness of it all pierced into the heart of the fire. The fire seemed to jump and freeze (though that was obviously impossible), and quickly sizzled out of existence. The fire extinguished, the cold air became remarkably fresh, carrying to mind a slight smell of primrose and the sound of people's uncontrolled laughter.
His work done, Captain Obvious surveyed the blackened but obviously saved benches. His work here done, he nodded towards the group of huddling survivors, who had by now started cheering in awe.
He stood, legs apart, and uttered: "The headquarters of the African Union... are somewhere in Africa," the obvious means for his obvious power to obviously lift him from the ground from the obviousness fuelling his obvious powers. He snapped to attention, and blasted off from the ground in an obvious show of power, rocketing over the heads of onlookers, and was soon hidden from sight, obviously ('cause that's what happens in movies).
The people stood and watched his progress through the air with obvious bewilderment and a sort of awe, watching this obvious hero soar through the air to accomplish another, obvious, feat.
---
CY and the other seniors really, really rock. xD This is in no means meant to insult CY and the others, but y'know, honest, fun, fun.
Obviously.
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Next time: Captain Obvious and the Psycho Psychopath of Plutocratic Power Play!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Block
Is your child (or sibling) blogging too often?
Want revenge on a hated blogger?
Or just for a practical joke?
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Plug that mindless ranting!
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Want revenge on a hated blogger?
Or just for a practical joke?
Introducing...
"Bloggers' Block"!
Block that creative writing!
Plug that mindless ranting!
Tie up those typing fingers and throw them away!
For the makers of "Bloggers' Twine for Twits" and "Flaming for Dummies",
New and improved "Bloggers' Block"!
Available at all leading supermarkets and mama shops.
2 for $2.99. While stocks last. Batteries not included.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Injection
My left hand has officially fallen asleep. Hooray.
Now my right hand can do whatever it likes.
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I've often wondered if my smiling face is a facade or not.
I wonder no more!
It's a face.
[cue tom-cymbal crash, followed immediately by boos, yells, and throwing of tomatoes and stuff]
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In those kind of cartoony cartoons which we loved to see way back when (and now), our favourite lead character would start to do something totally stupid.
Classically, our lead character would ask someone hitting away at an unexploded nuke with a comical oversized mallet if he could have "a whack at it".
Ah well, weird times call for weird things.
The following ten seconds depend on whether
1. He yells "WHAT AM I DOING?!" before hitting the bomb.
2. He whacks the bomb expertly and it sets off the National Day Celebration Fireworks.
3. Daffy Duck comes in, argues with him, snatches the mallet, and does either 1 or 2.
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Left hand's still numb cho. Ah wells. Must. Continue. Cho.
*falls asleep*
Now my right hand can do whatever it likes.
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I've often wondered if my smiling face is a facade or not.
I wonder no more!
It's a face.
[cue tom-cymbal crash, followed immediately by boos, yells, and throwing of tomatoes and stuff]
---
In those kind of cartoony cartoons which we loved to see way back when (and now), our favourite lead character would start to do something totally stupid.
Classically, our lead character would ask someone hitting away at an unexploded nuke with a comical oversized mallet if he could have "a whack at it".
Ah well, weird times call for weird things.
The following ten seconds depend on whether
1. He yells "WHAT AM I DOING?!" before hitting the bomb.
2. He whacks the bomb expertly and it sets off the National Day Celebration Fireworks.
3. Daffy Duck comes in, argues with him, snatches the mallet, and does either 1 or 2.
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Left hand's still numb cho. Ah wells. Must. Continue. Cho.
*falls asleep*
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Recalcitrant
My tagboard's health is approaching that of John F. Kennedy (he's been dead, what, how many years?) and I guess I'd better post. My apologies for not posting before, since I now feel like I've had a hammer to the head and to the stomach.
Ah, much better cho. =D
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The unthinkable has happened... Liki's last update is later than that of Hoshino-sensei's. Right.
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In case we've all not realised, we don't have the answers to everything.
Humans and science can only go so far, and so deep. We can only observe, hypothesize, and think about stuff which we don't really fully understand. We can go a hundred and sixty thousand light-years from earth, but in the end, we still have no idea how things work.
Why things work.
Ya could even say we don't know much, still.
For someone, an answer I believe you're looking for, is that an authority should not wield authority over another authority's turf.
The answer to that answer, is yes, the first authority wants to help, yes, the second authority is in (partial) control here (that explains a lot), and that changing of authority from the second to first is possible, happening, and recommended as quickly as possible. That's the way it should've been.
It all started in the Garden.
It's coming full circle.
The authority of this world, the second authority, will be judged.
I agree, you can observe things exist because of the trails. You see an invisible man passing through by the people he has moved.
Ah, much better cho. =D
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The unthinkable has happened... Liki's last update is later than that of Hoshino-sensei's. Right.
---
In case we've all not realised, we don't have the answers to everything.
Humans and science can only go so far, and so deep. We can only observe, hypothesize, and think about stuff which we don't really fully understand. We can go a hundred and sixty thousand light-years from earth, but in the end, we still have no idea how things work.
Why things work.
Ya could even say we don't know much, still.
For someone, an answer I believe you're looking for, is that an authority should not wield authority over another authority's turf.
The answer to that answer, is yes, the first authority wants to help, yes, the second authority is in (partial) control here (that explains a lot), and that changing of authority from the second to first is possible, happening, and recommended as quickly as possible. That's the way it should've been.
It all started in the Garden.
It's coming full circle.
The authority of this world, the second authority, will be judged.
I agree, you can observe things exist because of the trails. You see an invisible man passing through by the people he has moved.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Imbalance
Bad financial assets are like diarrhoea.
No matter how much high-quality stuff you put into it, it all becomes liquidated shit.
No matter how much high-quality stuff you put into it, it all becomes liquidated shit.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Spin
I just realised who Ggoh reminds me just ever-so-slightly of.
The Joker.
And The Boss looks like the Millenium Earl.
Smile get. Because smile get makes happy does.
The Joker.
And The Boss looks like the Millenium Earl.
Smile get. Because smile get makes happy does.
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I don't believe it... PW won Bridge five hearts.
Like, yay gah.
And after that, SH bid (and won) seven no trump, and proceeded to lose spectacularly.
WL: [starts bid] Uhm, one dimes.
SH: One no trump.
WL: [stares at SH] Five dimes.
SH: wth, five no trump.
At this point in time, PW and I are probably laughing already.
WL: Seven dimes!
SH: Seven no trump!
WL: Okay lah, give you.
We couldn't stop laughing for a while.
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*continually points up*
*stones*
"BOOM."
Who can guess what this means will get a surprise. Dbers do not count. =D
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Due to a very paiseh shit thing with for which I am still tearing out my hair on, I am temporarily unable to fufill that request. I'm so sorry. It should be rectified within a week or so, praise God.
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Always finish what you star
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Time to sleep? *yawn*
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Cold
Suddenly, I'm feeling damn cold.
And the fan just blew another gust of cold air at me.
*scrabbles at the fan*
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*stretch*
The db chalet was damn weird and fun lol.
Activities consisted mainly of
1. Playing Truth or DARE
2. Playing (strip) Daidi or (strip) Bridge
3. Wrestling for control of the Air Con Room
4. Kaobeing on how small the Air Con Room is
5. Burning stuff on the bbq (OMGWTFBBQ)
6. Playing RISK
7. Kaobeing about everyone's guailan actions resulting from Activity 6
8. Going to Downtown East
9. Discussing which place is more scam in Downtown East
...and so on.
Damn nice. xD And a lot of bonding (in both senses of the word) was acheived between everyone at the chalet.
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I'm going to be taking a short break from blogging for a week. Must sleep. *zzz*
Like liks, I'm going to be counting on you guys to keep the tagboard alive okay cho? *worried look*
Must tag please cho. And don't desert this blog cho... TT
Sorry that was -.-.
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Ah well. Tag please cho! =D
And the fan just blew another gust of cold air at me.
*scrabbles at the fan*
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*stretch*
The db chalet was damn weird and fun lol.
Activities consisted mainly of
1. Playing Truth or DARE
2. Playing (strip) Daidi or (strip) Bridge
3. Wrestling for control of the Air Con Room
4. Kaobeing on how small the Air Con Room is
5. Burning stuff on the bbq (OMGWTFBBQ)
6. Playing RISK
7. Kaobeing about everyone's guailan actions resulting from Activity 6
8. Going to Downtown East
9. Discussing which place is more scam in Downtown East
...and so on.
Damn nice. xD And a lot of bonding (in both senses of the word) was acheived between everyone at the chalet.
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I'm going to be taking a short break from blogging for a week. Must sleep. *zzz*
Like liks, I'm going to be counting on you guys to keep the tagboard alive okay cho? *worried look*
Must tag please cho. And don't desert this blog cho... TT
Sorry that was -.-.
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Ah well. Tag please cho! =D
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Remniscence
Reading through the manga, I realise Nagato-san looks quite different in the anime cho.
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My posts have been more disjointed as of late. I wonder why?
Perhaps it's because I have too much on my mind?
Or it's just that I can't consolidate my thoughts?
Or I just write recklessly?
Yeah, I think that's it.
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Attempting to post before all three hands passes that magical mark of twelve, where night turns into day, numbers jump, computer day settings change, and people argue whether it's the start of a new week or not.
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Kittens are cute. They scamper around, bright and starry-eyed, padding around with inquisitive whiskers and tails. They act as they think. Please a kitten, and it'll snuggle up to you. Throw a ball - hey, what's that - and it'll chase after it. A big blue ball, what's not to be surprised?
Cats - while cute in their own rights - have a different complex. They are seen as secretive, while mantaining an outward appearance of nonchalence. Their faces are usually masks to their feelings and thoughts, and no one knows what they're really thinking.
Kittens and cats. One into the other, and each by itself.
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Of what use is condemnation?
...
The deepest root of fear and stress.
"There is therefore now no condemnation..."
You don't clean yourself, and then you take a bath.
You take a bath first.
You don't expect someone not to screw up, and then you don't condemn them.
No condemnation is a wonderful, wonderful, gift.
Praise God. =D
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My posts have been more disjointed as of late. I wonder why?
Perhaps it's because I have too much on my mind?
Or it's just that I can't consolidate my thoughts?
Or I just write recklessly?
Yeah, I think that's it.
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Attempting to post before all three hands passes that magical mark of twelve, where night turns into day, numbers jump, computer day settings change, and people argue whether it's the start of a new week or not.
---
Kittens are cute. They scamper around, bright and starry-eyed, padding around with inquisitive whiskers and tails. They act as they think. Please a kitten, and it'll snuggle up to you. Throw a ball - hey, what's that - and it'll chase after it. A big blue ball, what's not to be surprised?
Cats - while cute in their own rights - have a different complex. They are seen as secretive, while mantaining an outward appearance of nonchalence. Their faces are usually masks to their feelings and thoughts, and no one knows what they're really thinking.
Kittens and cats. One into the other, and each by itself.
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Of what use is condemnation?
...
The deepest root of fear and stress.
"There is therefore now no condemnation..."
You don't clean yourself, and then you take a bath.
You take a bath first.
You don't expect someone not to screw up, and then you don't condemn them.
No condemnation is a wonderful, wonderful, gift.
Praise God. =D
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Spoonerism
Famed duck.
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[edit:
I'm not blaming the team.
Unfortunately, I wasn't there, so I had no idea what actually happened.
That's even worse hm? Not even there to cheer on your own people.
I'm sorry, people. I should have been there.
And no matter what, I'm frigging proud of you guys.
And this gives you more reason to own their sorry asses in the next competition.
Go guys.]
Clocks
In a few hours, it will come.
The deciding duel.
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I'm still pulling my hair out on the blunder on Thursday. I'm like what-the-fish.
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Whenever I see anything vaguely Japanese, I think of Chome-san.
Except for shakugan-san; then, I'm reminded of Haruhi.
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I always had a fascination with clocks. The old-fashioned ones, the kinds which storybooks often crapped a lot about, with weird designs trying to help young ones learn to tell time.
Last time, they only had clocks with a second hand that jerked each second that passed. Tick.
Boing. The second hand would suddenly cover one second's worth of space, with no explanation for what happened during that one second, where no movement was detected on the cold poker face of the clock.
Nowadays, they still do have those clocks, but sometimes I chance across a clock with a second hand which trails across the clock face, never ceasing, never stopping. One second, two second, it'll just glide between the numbers and give the overall impression of smooth-running, well-oiled, working like... uhm... clockwork.
Still, for both clocks, that second existed. It was... there... a minute ago. Both expressed it in their own unique way. One more detailed than the other, the other more eloquent than the first.
One may, of course, prefer one over the other. Personal preference, you see.
Do you see each second they tick? In the grand scheme of things... it's "just" a second.
But still, for both clocks, they tick on, second after second after second.
Until, of course, you pull out the batteries.
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[edit: It's 3:18 and I'm still awake cho. ><]
The deciding duel.
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I'm still pulling my hair out on the blunder on Thursday. I'm like what-the-fish.
---
Whenever I see anything vaguely Japanese, I think of Chome-san.
Except for shakugan-san; then, I'm reminded of Haruhi.
---
I always had a fascination with clocks. The old-fashioned ones, the kinds which storybooks often crapped a lot about, with weird designs trying to help young ones learn to tell time.
Last time, they only had clocks with a second hand that jerked each second that passed. Tick.
Boing. The second hand would suddenly cover one second's worth of space, with no explanation for what happened during that one second, where no movement was detected on the cold poker face of the clock.
Nowadays, they still do have those clocks, but sometimes I chance across a clock with a second hand which trails across the clock face, never ceasing, never stopping. One second, two second, it'll just glide between the numbers and give the overall impression of smooth-running, well-oiled, working like... uhm... clockwork.
Still, for both clocks, that second existed. It was... there... a minute ago. Both expressed it in their own unique way. One more detailed than the other, the other more eloquent than the first.
One may, of course, prefer one over the other. Personal preference, you see.
Do you see each second they tick? In the grand scheme of things... it's "just" a second.
But still, for both clocks, they tick on, second after second after second.
Until, of course, you pull out the batteries.
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[edit: It's 3:18 and I'm still awake cho. ><]
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Excuse
To pacify Daniel, I shall specify...
I "copy" pics as in I take the picture from the web, and use that as a base for my drawing. So in the end, my pic looks (hopefully) the same as the original cho. I write down the URL of the pic at the bottom of my drawing, and give credit to Hoshino-sensei.
I'm attempting to move into drawing non-original characters in original pictures, i.e. I draw (mostly) from memory. One day I hope to be able to draw original characters that look good, but I'm sorry, Daniel, I'm not at your standard yet =D
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Why is it that we put on a front? A façade?
Is it...
... because we want to fit in?
... because we think that's for the best?
... because we feel that's the best image to show?
... or because we're don't know what else to do?
I don't know.
But we still do it.
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I found the book that would help my revision greatly!...
A month after the exams are over.
Walao eh.
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Tag please cho. Must tag ah. =D
I "copy" pics as in I take the picture from the web, and use that as a base for my drawing. So in the end, my pic looks (hopefully) the same as the original cho. I write down the URL of the pic at the bottom of my drawing, and give credit to Hoshino-sensei.
I'm attempting to move into drawing non-original characters in original pictures, i.e. I draw (mostly) from memory. One day I hope to be able to draw original characters that look good, but I'm sorry, Daniel, I'm not at your standard yet =D
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Why is it that we put on a front? A façade?
Is it...
... because we want to fit in?
... because we think that's for the best?
... because we feel that's the best image to show?
... or because we're don't know what else to do?
I don't know.
But we still do it.
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I found the book that would help my revision greatly!...
A month after the exams are over.
Walao eh.
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Tag please cho. Must tag ah. =D
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Substitution
After copying a Chomesuke picture, I have now set my sights on an original Chomesuke drawing and an original Death Note-related one, hopefully of non-revolting quality cho.
Doubt and Trust practice is coming off much, much worse than I'd thought. The people who can play it are gay pro.
Doubt and Trust practice is coming off much, much worse than I'd thought. The people who can play it are gay pro.
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I remember playing this stupid game some time back with Steo - replacing words in quotes with "pants". Quotes ranging from what QY had carefully elucidated, a movie, or something utterly random were mutilated in the name of entertainment.
"I have taken the road less travelled, and that has made all the pants."
"What's the worst that could pants?"
"Luke... I am your pants..."
"Luke... wo si ni lao kor..." [kor (Hokk.) = pants]
... and so on.
Recently I happened across another article, which I shared with shakugan-san, on the The Daily WTF website (aptly at http://www.thedailywtf.com/) Most of it is programming lols which we'd probably not understand, but some are interview nightmares, dumb bosses and sheer LOLs.
One such article recently recounted the day of this employee who noticed his collegue trying hard not to laugh when his boss was giving him a hard scolding on the lack of his status report.
The trick: Replace the word "status" with "blow [work]".
"Why can't you give me a better status than that?"
"Again, this problem is caused by a lack of status!"
"If you don't give me a good status right now... I'm going to explode!"
- Quotes from said article, http://thedailywtf.com/Articles/Status,-Please.aspx
Although the word "status" may not be used very often in our current careers, we may want to find other words to substitute for that slightly-insane, bwa-ha-ha feeling.
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Right, I'd better get back to work before someone kills me because of poor status.
Tag please cho!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Seeker
It's a been a hectic week, no?
I hope this week I can take a little break. Although of course, kahhow and Liks will soon put an end to that cho! =D
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I don't have a crush.
Or a girlfriend, a steady, or whatever.
When someone poses me the eternal question: are you attached? (Dammit, it sounds like those cheesy drama flicks "Are you married yet? When can I have my son? Can have sex faster or not?") I can answer with absolute honesty "no".
And although I do not disclose all of my secrets on my blog; I really do not have a crush.
I find this gives me a high advantage in the occasional Truth or Dare games where the main topic is either this or cucumber-fetishism.
[Actually, I don't get it... The people who have crushes seems to have leaked out the info to the rest of the world, except for me.]
This isn't a matter of uhm, say, enforced decision, or parental regulations... it's by choice, and there is logic behind it (namely, no one wants me. xD)
I'm not complaining. Not at all. In fact, with my paranoia as it is, it's probably for the better, because she will either drive me insane, or vice versa, or both. I'm already having personal trouble with my normal relationships as it is. Although it's probably all just in my mind. [I hope.]
Then again, if I actually do decide to settle down in a relationship, it has to be God-directed, because I'm damn sure it isn't going to happen as things are now.
I have nothing personal against those who do have crushes. The problem with it is that it sometimes brings so much heartbreak. Or maybe it's just the sentimental me. Then again, it is true for most that it does bring happiness while it lasts, and even if it doesn't, the two parties still can have a very fufilling normal relationship. Crushes, after all, are by definition temporary.
It's human nature to seek love. Without God, it just ends up in all the wrong places, no?
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And for those who ask, I like Chomesuke as a fictional character, so that doesn't count.
I hope this week I can take a little break. Although of course, kahhow and Liks will soon put an end to that cho! =D
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I don't have a crush.
Or a girlfriend, a steady, or whatever.
When someone poses me the eternal question: are you attached? (Dammit, it sounds like those cheesy drama flicks "Are you married yet? When can I have my son? Can have sex faster or not?") I can answer with absolute honesty "no".
And although I do not disclose all of my secrets on my blog; I really do not have a crush.
I find this gives me a high advantage in the occasional Truth or Dare games where the main topic is either this or cucumber-fetishism.
[Actually, I don't get it... The people who have crushes seems to have leaked out the info to the rest of the world, except for me.]
This isn't a matter of uhm, say, enforced decision, or parental regulations... it's by choice, and there is logic behind it (namely, no one wants me. xD)
I'm not complaining. Not at all. In fact, with my paranoia as it is, it's probably for the better, because she will either drive me insane, or vice versa, or both. I'm already having personal trouble with my normal relationships as it is. Although it's probably all just in my mind. [I hope.]
Then again, if I actually do decide to settle down in a relationship, it has to be God-directed, because I'm damn sure it isn't going to happen as things are now.
I have nothing personal against those who do have crushes. The problem with it is that it sometimes brings so much heartbreak. Or maybe it's just the sentimental me. Then again, it is true for most that it does bring happiness while it lasts, and even if it doesn't, the two parties still can have a very fufilling normal relationship. Crushes, after all, are by definition temporary.
It's human nature to seek love. Without God, it just ends up in all the wrong places, no?
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And for those who ask, I like Chomesuke as a fictional character, so that doesn't count.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Teeth
It's been a long time since I had so much blood on my teeth.
Splatters of red against teeth bone.
*licks lips*
I still taste the blood yet.
Bloody dental thingy.
Splatters of red against teeth bone.
*licks lips*
I still taste the blood yet.
Bloody dental thingy.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Anagorisis
I correct myself, Chomesuke is not a traditional tragic hero.
This simply proves that my Lit has become phail.
Then again, isn't Chomesuke's entirety tragic?
Poor Chome.
Today, tried to pay for a meal when I realised I didn't have enough money.
"Okay, give me a second..."
*digs in wallet*
"Oh shit."
After frantically scrabbling around two plastic bags, I managed to come up with the sum on money 5 cents short. Graciously, they decided to give me a 5 cent discount. Praise God.
Long time ago, I boarded a taxi in the city center. Then I realised it was peak hour = surcharge. Win. Just had enough money. Correct sia.
Anyone has this kind of thing happen to you before, or is it just me?...
[edit 15mins later: Finally, the Doubt and Trust score!]
"Getting things done in this office is like mating elephants. It's done at a high level, it's accomplished with a great deal of roaring and screaming and it takes two years to produce a result."
This simply proves that my Lit has become phail.
Then again, isn't Chomesuke's entirety tragic?
Poor Chome.
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Today, tried to pay for a meal when I realised I didn't have enough money.
"Okay, give me a second..."
*digs in wallet*
"Oh shit."
After frantically scrabbling around two plastic bags, I managed to come up with the sum on money 5 cents short. Graciously, they decided to give me a 5 cent discount. Praise God.
Long time ago, I boarded a taxi in the city center. Then I realised it was peak hour = surcharge. Win. Just had enough money. Correct sia.
Anyone has this kind of thing happen to you before, or is it just me?...
[edit 15mins later: Finally, the Doubt and Trust score!]
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"Getting things done in this office is like mating elephants. It's done at a high level, it's accomplished with a great deal of roaring and screaming and it takes two years to produce a result."
- Anonymous office grafitti
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wait
I waited until past midnight so I could post this post under a new day. Whatever.
*stretch*
I forget.
Ahh, I'm just going to enjoy a couple of seconds of just relaxing.
...
Okay.
As you may be able to tell, I'm slightly distracted today.
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I can't get Chomesuke out of my head. She's a tragic hero, I suppose, worthy of literature discussion. Tragic birth, life and destruction, with realisation of impending death, yet being friendly and helpful. And also she's kawaii. Aww.
I finished my Chomesuke copied drawing. I feel accomplished. Never mind that it's not exactly all that good lol.
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And now for something totally unrelated, to [attempt to] perk up your day.
Last week I was around in the city when I saw this guy with a shirt that said "Get a Mac", holding a MacDonalds plastic bag.
I nearly loled on the spot, it was quite odd.
...
Okay lah, just for me can? I'm easily amused, alright?
Anyway I looked closer and it was a 7-11 bag. Ah wells. It was funny while it lasted.
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Tag please cho!
*stretch*
I forget.
Ahh, I'm just going to enjoy a couple of seconds of just relaxing.
...
Okay.
As you may be able to tell, I'm slightly distracted today.
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I can't get Chomesuke out of my head. She's a tragic hero, I suppose, worthy of literature discussion. Tragic birth, life and destruction, with realisation of impending death, yet being friendly and helpful. And also she's kawaii. Aww.
I finished my Chomesuke copied drawing. I feel accomplished. Never mind that it's not exactly all that good lol.
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And now for something totally unrelated, to [attempt to] perk up your day.
Last week I was around in the city when I saw this guy with a shirt that said "Get a Mac", holding a MacDonalds plastic bag.
I nearly loled on the spot, it was quite odd.
...
Okay lah, just for me can? I'm easily amused, alright?
Anyway I looked closer and it was a 7-11 bag. Ah wells. It was funny while it lasted.
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Tag please cho!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Misconception
Ahahaha, yesterday I went to an animefest lol.
Actually it was more of a cosplay performance.
I went with some friends... namely kahhow, daniel, ggoh, shakugan-san (who is an established otaku in his own right) and others. Surprisingly, we met zicong who somehow was lucky enough to sit INSIDE the cosplayers' room, whereas we had to be content with watching it sitting outside.
We went to PoolFront (next to HarbourFront) and we realised, to our disappointment, that we were late. The performance had already started! There was this guy in a Mario suit; who was sitting in a corner and chatting to other people, who were almost like Mario's allies or deputies or cronies or something like that. I believe that was Yoshi.
Next, we cosplayer-spotters saw a rare sight - an extemely thin, svelte, and SLIM cosplayer walked into the room! No joke. His costume was impeccable, from collared shirt all the way to shiny black shoes. We all oohed and ahhed and gaped at the already growing number of cosplayers in the room.
And as the final touch - the lead character from The Farmily Guy came! Many of us didn't notice his arrival because we were all observing the Mario and the slim cosplayer. The mere mention of his presence almost like owned us all. However, when we observed him later - I found out it wasn't really him. It was just some wannabe-cosplayer acting like him. I think. He looks kinda different.
Anyway, we finished our lunch at PoolFront, and then we went back to Homing Character Incorp.
And only after I got home I realised that Mario isn't an anime character.
Wait...
Actually it was more of a cosplay performance.
I went with some friends... namely kahhow, daniel, ggoh, shakugan-san (who is an established otaku in his own right) and others. Surprisingly, we met zicong who somehow was lucky enough to sit INSIDE the cosplayers' room, whereas we had to be content with watching it sitting outside.
We went to PoolFront (next to HarbourFront) and we realised, to our disappointment, that we were late. The performance had already started! There was this guy in a Mario suit; who was sitting in a corner and chatting to other people, who were almost like Mario's allies or deputies or cronies or something like that. I believe that was Yoshi.
Next, we cosplayer-spotters saw a rare sight - an extemely thin, svelte, and SLIM cosplayer walked into the room! No joke. His costume was impeccable, from collared shirt all the way to shiny black shoes. We all oohed and ahhed and gaped at the already growing number of cosplayers in the room.
And as the final touch - the lead character from The Farmily Guy came! Many of us didn't notice his arrival because we were all observing the Mario and the slim cosplayer. The mere mention of his presence almost like owned us all. However, when we observed him later - I found out it wasn't really him. It was just some wannabe-cosplayer acting like him. I think. He looks kinda different.
Anyway, we finished our lunch at PoolFront, and then we went back to Homing Character Incorp.
And only after I got home I realised that Mario isn't an anime character.
Wait...
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sketching
Drawings always had an appeal to me.
Sometimes I'd draw
Lock-myself-in-my-room concentration and draw
With someone hammering at my door
I yell back my mind's been set
I'm not finished yet
Often I'd draw
Bringing life to lines and curves on paper
Striking erasing deleting failed tries
Sometimes I feel I've got it; but,
no,
I'm not finished yet
Once I drew
And happened to see
My arm wasn't what it was supposed to be
Black lines outside, see-through ovals within
Tinted with a light shade of gray
Still awaiting to be inked
Life imitates art
I'm not finished yet
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Written in slight boredom.
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Bad Daniel. No milk tea for you. =D
Sometimes I'd draw
Lock-myself-in-my-room concentration and draw
With someone hammering at my door
I yell back my mind's been set
I'm not finished yet
Often I'd draw
Bringing life to lines and curves on paper
Striking erasing deleting failed tries
Sometimes I feel I've got it; but,
no,
I'm not finished yet
Once I drew
And happened to see
My arm wasn't what it was supposed to be
Black lines outside, see-through ovals within
Tinted with a light shade of gray
Still awaiting to be inked
Life imitates art
I'm not finished yet
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Written in slight boredom.
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Bad Daniel. No milk tea for you. =D
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Macabre
Did something so utterly stupid today, that in retrospect I have no idea why or how much it was stupid, but it was still stupid nonetheless.
I regret that.
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The great lucas;-senpai has tagged.
I must heed his call and do his slightly macabre meme.
Tagging anyone who cares, but specifically Steo, Daniel, lueychi, Bow and tyjiunn.
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Dear lucas;-senpai:
I don’t really know how to tell you this, but our horoscope doesn't match. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa with George Bush and his wife and I saw you carve your initials into my avocado plant. I’m sure you’re ashamed enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks. I’m returning the couch cushions to you, but I’ll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about our friendship.
I regret that.
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The great lucas;-senpai has tagged.
I must heed his call and do his slightly macabre meme.
Tagging anyone who cares, but specifically Steo, Daniel, lueychi, Bow and tyjiunn.
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Dear lucas;-senpai:
I don’t really know how to tell you this, but our horoscope doesn't match. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa with George Bush and his wife and I saw you carve your initials into my avocado plant. I’m sure you’re ashamed enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks. I’m returning the couch cushions to you, but I’ll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about our friendship.
Greetings to your freaky family,
benjy
benjy
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Do the “Letter Meme”.
Tag no less than 5 other people. Then copy the “How-to” Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.
Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):
I don’t really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I’m sure you’re (6) enough to understand (7). I’m returning (8) to you, but I’ll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).
___12___,
-Your name-
1. What’s the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I’ll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match
Grey - You’re a pervert
Yellow - I’m selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You’re a loser
Other - I’m in love with your sister
2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes
3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women’s clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife
4. What’s the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out
5. What’s the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk
6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed
7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I’ve felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we’re cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I’m open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks
8. What’s the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service
9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David’s tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college
10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked
11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics
12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Screw off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family
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Right.
On a seperate note, the avocado juice box in my fridge now has two Ls on it.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Spun
Caution: Drinking Coke, ice lemon tea, then trying to keep balance on a rapidly rotating disk tilted 30 degrees with no grips except for a hot flat metal rim (abovementioned appartus can be found in the location commonly known as a "playground") under the noon sun can cause nausea.
I know, I've tried it.
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I do these experiments, so that you don't have to.
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Unless, of course, you really feel like it.
I know, I've tried it.
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I do these experiments, so that you don't have to.
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Unless, of course, you really feel like it.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Resumation
To quote ZC-sama:
I r backzorz.
Maybe it's the holidays, or that I've been busy shuttling back and forth home and a very large institute, or maybe both, that I've only now realise I've been rushing too much.
So today was a pleasant respite - I actually now have time to wake up later than I do (the fact that I woke up earlier than I do doesn't count); spend time with my awake family members, and do some things which I had my mind set on.
To do list:
1. Draw Chomesuke (a must)
2. Teach self "Doubt and Trust" / "Masochism Tango" piano if possible
3. Run 5km in a stretch
4. Do 40 push ups continuously without tiring (excessively)
[I'm sorry, it's nowhere near kahhow's PT wishlist.]
5. Spend more time with family, friends (clinche, but a must)
6. Go back during SOO
Also, it could be the holidays, but I'm permanently on a sugar/caffeine-induced high. For now, I haven't experienced (extreme) emo mood swings as of yet: although after reading Steo's latest post I can only hope and pray it isn't me.
I guess that's my way of thinking: I fear yet think of what people think of me, in the worst case scenario. There is such a thing as professional pride, especially in my "professional" trades - but on a personal level I can't help but feel paranoid.
It's true, I'd appreciate Steo's scenario. I'd rather have it said clearly than hidden - but the point is that I'm not sure if the hidden exists or not, so naturally, there is the assumption that there is.
Like once, some guy came up to me and criticized me on the way I carried out a phototaking. I was - to be honest - rather pissed, but polite on the outside. "Yes, thank you, I'll keep that in mind." Yet still, I kept taking the advice he gave me so blantantly. And now, I thank him for it.
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I don't know. I know some people are genuine, and some aren't. And I hope - to be sure - that they know I am true to all of them. And I hope - earnestly - that they know me as such.
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Credit, lyrics to Tom Lehrer, "Masochism Tango"
Take your cigarette from it's holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine
And swear that you're mine
As we dance to the masochism tango
I r backzorz.
Maybe it's the holidays, or that I've been busy shuttling back and forth home and a very large institute, or maybe both, that I've only now realise I've been rushing too much.
So today was a pleasant respite - I actually now have time to wake up later than I do (the fact that I woke up earlier than I do doesn't count); spend time with my awake family members, and do some things which I had my mind set on.
To do list:
1. Draw Chomesuke (a must)
2. Teach self "Doubt and Trust" / "Masochism Tango" piano if possible
3. Run 5km in a stretch
4. Do 40 push ups continuously without tiring (excessively)
[I'm sorry, it's nowhere near kahhow's PT wishlist.]
5. Spend more time with family, friends (clinche, but a must)
6. Go back during SOO
Also, it could be the holidays, but I'm permanently on a sugar/caffeine-induced high. For now, I haven't experienced (extreme) emo mood swings as of yet: although after reading Steo's latest post I can only hope and pray it isn't me.
I guess that's my way of thinking: I fear yet think of what people think of me, in the worst case scenario. There is such a thing as professional pride, especially in my "professional" trades - but on a personal level I can't help but feel paranoid.
It's true, I'd appreciate Steo's scenario. I'd rather have it said clearly than hidden - but the point is that I'm not sure if the hidden exists or not, so naturally, there is the assumption that there is.
Like once, some guy came up to me and criticized me on the way I carried out a phototaking. I was - to be honest - rather pissed, but polite on the outside. "Yes, thank you, I'll keep that in mind." Yet still, I kept taking the advice he gave me so blantantly. And now, I thank him for it.
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I don't know. I know some people are genuine, and some aren't. And I hope - to be sure - that they know I am true to all of them. And I hope - earnestly - that they know me as such.
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Credit, lyrics to Tom Lehrer, "Masochism Tango"
Take your cigarette from it's holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine
And swear that you're mine
As we dance to the masochism tango
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sugar
In the light of recent events, though, this song has very little or no links whatsoever.
But I suggest you go listen to it anyway.
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lyrics, song etc. credit to Tom Lehrer
I Hold Your Hand In Mine
I hold your hand in mine, dear
I press it to my lips
I take a healthy bite from
From your dainty fingertips
My joy would be complete, dear
If you were only here
But still I keep your hand
As a precious souvenir
The night you died I cut it off
I really don't know why
For now each time I kiss it
I get bloodstains on my tie
I'm sorry now I killed you
For our love was something fine
Until they come to get me
I shall hold your hand in mine
But I suggest you go listen to it anyway.
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lyrics, song etc. credit to Tom Lehrer
I Hold Your Hand In Mine
I hold your hand in mine, dear
I press it to my lips
I take a healthy bite from
From your dainty fingertips
My joy would be complete, dear
If you were only here
But still I keep your hand
As a precious souvenir
The night you died I cut it off
I really don't know why
For now each time I kiss it
I get bloodstains on my tie
I'm sorry now I killed you
For our love was something fine
Until they come to get me
I shall hold your hand in mine
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Swing
"Hello clones!" - Jerliang to jack'al and Minijack
"Yay - it's the flappy arms dance!" - Jerliang to MJ
Jerliang owns.
---
Sugar high mood again for now cho.
TOYS just called - we managed to catch up on many things since we haven't met much in the past two years or so.
If fortunate, I'll get to work with him and Samuel parttime. =D
---
I'm frigging pissed off at the stupid error I made.
No it shouldn't have happened it shouldn't have happened NO.
*shakes head violently*
Thank God for favour and understanding superiors.
It's the kind of thing that makes you look back, nod quietly, retreat back into the shadows and tear your hair out.
I'm sorry Jason.
---
I'm still computer-less. Fish.
---
There's so many things I want to say but I can't.
Partly coz I'm supposed to type ><
I want piano score for Doubt and Trust - Access. >< Does anyone have?
Tag please cho.
"Yay - it's the flappy arms dance!" - Jerliang to MJ
Jerliang owns.
---
Sugar high mood again for now cho.
TOYS just called - we managed to catch up on many things since we haven't met much in the past two years or so.
If fortunate, I'll get to work with him and Samuel parttime. =D
---
I'm frigging pissed off at the stupid error I made.
No it shouldn't have happened it shouldn't have happened NO.
*shakes head violently*
Thank God for favour and understanding superiors.
It's the kind of thing that makes you look back, nod quietly, retreat back into the shadows and tear your hair out.
I'm sorry Jason.
---
I'm still computer-less. Fish.
---
There's so many things I want to say but I can't.
Partly coz I'm supposed to type ><
I want piano score for Doubt and Trust - Access. >< Does anyone have?
Tag please cho.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Edge
Hello to all.
As of now, my com is now under repair, and I have no access to it cho. ><
Anyway, there has to be more than one computer in this place. *hunts*
Has mood swings. Nuu. Currently on sugar high.
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Thursday - Meant to turn up at Ham Chicken Industrl. for some random thing, but due to... a very entertaining happening which left Steo and I using handphones (each other's, I don't know how) to communicate with five other people.
It proceeded to rain. And rain. And rain. Then it stopped.
And then it rained again.
After a while umbrellas were no use, and walking the short distance from Kabish And Poof across the overhead bridge got Steo and I soaking wet. Even with our uniforms.
Me: We might as well keep our umbrellas. We aren't going to get much wetter than this.
Steo: We could. There's no such thing as too wet.
Me: Have you tried to jump into a swimming pool with your clothes on? [I haven't lol.]
Steo: I jumped into the sea with all my clothes on.
Me: [Starts to argue but notices a 2x2 cm patch of dry on my shirt. Which is soon turned into a 2x2 patch of wet.]
In the end, got invited over to King Quek's grand palace to spend some time watching m_ho, Tsang, Steo, Khooby, King Quek, Ivan and Salim own the Xbox. m_ho can tell the future woot. Watch out GoW4.
I realised that there's more to Halo3 than spamming grenades. Thanks to Khooby and Ivan for teh training. (Khooby owns.)
And thanks to King Quek for his kingly hospitality, Steo for helping me pick up my wet umbrella, and Khooby for directing me to the bus stop out of the kingly maze.
[Both of us reach bus stop]
[Lol shit 961 quickly get on]
[Crap I think I'm on the wrong side. Nvm, get off same stop as Khooby.]
[Gets off, crosses bridge, realises that I was on the correct side at first.]
[Win.]
---
I'll be posting soon cho. Please tag =D
As of now, my com is now under repair, and I have no access to it cho. ><
Anyway, there has to be more than one computer in this place. *hunts*
Has mood swings. Nuu. Currently on sugar high.
---
Thursday - Meant to turn up at Ham Chicken Industrl. for some random thing, but due to... a very entertaining happening which left Steo and I using handphones (each other's, I don't know how) to communicate with five other people.
It proceeded to rain. And rain. And rain. Then it stopped.
And then it rained again.
After a while umbrellas were no use, and walking the short distance from Kabish And Poof across the overhead bridge got Steo and I soaking wet. Even with our uniforms.
Me: We might as well keep our umbrellas. We aren't going to get much wetter than this.
Steo: We could. There's no such thing as too wet.
Me: Have you tried to jump into a swimming pool with your clothes on? [I haven't lol.]
Steo: I jumped into the sea with all my clothes on.
Me: [Starts to argue but notices a 2x2 cm patch of dry on my shirt. Which is soon turned into a 2x2 patch of wet.]
In the end, got invited over to King Quek's grand palace to spend some time watching m_ho, Tsang, Steo, Khooby, King Quek, Ivan and Salim own the Xbox. m_ho can tell the future woot. Watch out GoW4.
I realised that there's more to Halo3 than spamming grenades. Thanks to Khooby and Ivan for teh training. (Khooby owns.)
And thanks to King Quek for his kingly hospitality, Steo for helping me pick up my wet umbrella, and Khooby for directing me to the bus stop out of the kingly maze.
[Both of us reach bus stop]
[Lol shit 961 quickly get on]
[Crap I think I'm on the wrong side. Nvm, get off same stop as Khooby.]
[Gets off, crosses bridge, realises that I was on the correct side at first.]
[Win.]
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I'll be posting soon cho. Please tag =D
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Censorship
Because I can't think of anything to write about now (without getting courtmartialed / caned), and my thank-you posts are not due till some time later: here's a very crude analysis of some random article.
There was this article reporting on how some random teacher got into deep shit after posting pictures of herself in a bikini on her blog. And she tio zham by everyone saying something about professionalism and such.
But then, it's her life, it's her blog. Hullo. You don't want to know about her, don't visit lah. Simple as that. Is it?
But then she teaches young innocent (cough) students, etc. who may get polluted looking at her pictures on her blog, which they may follow (teacher what.) That is a (sort of) valid point, considering that society is more and more open nowadays, but children are still meant to be kept innocent and cute until they turn eighteen, at which point suddenly all heck breaks loose.
On that point, see talkingcock.com disclaimer clause number three:
"
3. WE USE SOME STRONG LANGUAGE. We have employed in certain parts of this site language which might be upsetting to some and which some consider unsuitable for children. (Even though most kids would not only be manifestly familiar with the language used here, they're probably more comfortable with and adept at using the terms than you.)
"
Back to the point - so why self-censor? I will tell you honestly that I self-censor; it's more of a subconscious measure than anything. Also, because of mock "fear" and for the sense of suspense, I even hide my associations with random organisations through the use of very lame acronyms.
But I also self-censor as in that I choose not to reveal secrets about myself. I do have secrets that no one else knows - and that those who know me may not believe me even if I tell them. Considering my innocent façade.
There are those who talk about anything that comes to their minds, that's okay. There are those who are exceedingly careful about what they post - up to them. But considering this teacher actually has a life, and her blog is her blog, etc. why not? I bet if you really wanted to, you could find lots of other blogs with content more... revealing than hers.
So I don't know. And I'm not sure on the matter. But this sounds very similiar to nitpicking over issues that aren't really issues in the first place, and bringing it to the head honcho for close review (of the pictures lah, of course).
Thanks to wj for his own post on the matter.
And no, I didn't go see the bikini picture.
There was this article reporting on how some random teacher got into deep shit after posting pictures of herself in a bikini on her blog. And she tio zham by everyone saying something about professionalism and such.
But then, it's her life, it's her blog. Hullo. You don't want to know about her, don't visit lah. Simple as that. Is it?
But then she teaches young innocent (cough) students, etc. who may get polluted looking at her pictures on her blog, which they may follow (teacher what.) That is a (sort of) valid point, considering that society is more and more open nowadays, but children are still meant to be kept innocent and cute until they turn eighteen, at which point suddenly all heck breaks loose.
On that point, see talkingcock.com disclaimer clause number three:
"
3. WE USE SOME STRONG LANGUAGE. We have employed in certain parts of this site language which might be upsetting to some and which some consider unsuitable for children. (Even though most kids would not only be manifestly familiar with the language used here, they're probably more comfortable with and adept at using the terms than you.)
"
Back to the point - so why self-censor? I will tell you honestly that I self-censor; it's more of a subconscious measure than anything. Also, because of mock "fear" and for the sense of suspense, I even hide my associations with random organisations through the use of very lame acronyms.
But I also self-censor as in that I choose not to reveal secrets about myself. I do have secrets that no one else knows - and that those who know me may not believe me even if I tell them. Considering my innocent façade.
There are those who talk about anything that comes to their minds, that's okay. There are those who are exceedingly careful about what they post - up to them. But considering this teacher actually has a life, and her blog is her blog, etc. why not? I bet if you really wanted to, you could find lots of other blogs with content more... revealing than hers.
So I don't know. And I'm not sure on the matter. But this sounds very similiar to nitpicking over issues that aren't really issues in the first place, and bringing it to the head honcho for close review (of the pictures lah, of course).
Thanks to wj for his own post on the matter.
And no, I didn't go see the bikini picture.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
News
Went out the other night with Steo, Fax, Aki, Zeyu and Pearly from the Bus Stop cast and went off to see White Horses (wah shiny.)
Zach somehow found a photo. Walao eh.
I can't get a job, because there are various things in my schedule that prevent me from holding down a proper job that doesn't allow last minute changes in timetable and say, a 2-day, 10 hour-a-day work week.
I guess I can relax for now then cho.
---
Was randomly browsing though my old documents when I came across this weird looking Windows Movie File. I opened it - and saw the first (and only) edition of the The Six Thirty PM Niao News, which was written, shot and produced by our class some years back. (specifically Julian, Lester, Jello, asylum and me, I think that's all. Anyone else please tell me.)
Niao News was a part-satirical, part-nonsense sketch produced as our assignment (surprisingly, we got good marks). There was a newscaster, and various random reporters at various locations, reporting on exceedingly stupid things that were parodies of the time.
I wouldn't mind doing work to get another Niao News again. Hm.
The Six Thirty PM Niao News (Proposed Second Edition)
Newscaster: G.G. Goh
Main Story:
Health crisis - Wa-chong Incorp.'s canteen found to be selling melamine-contaminated barley water.
Story by O'Noes Dai.
Second Story:
Financial crisis - The Poolside, Poolback and Poolfront Pool (PPPP) bans floatation devices for fear of inflation.
Story by Surre Al
Overseas Correspondant:
Tragic plane crash claims 29 lives - Pilot reports slamming into a lighthouse on a rock in the middle of nowhere in the ocean.
Story by Whieyou Build It Der
Sports:
A footballer's shirt was tucked out, so a teammate held his ball for him while he tucked in.
Story by Oh Rial Lee
Zach somehow found a photo. Walao eh.
I can't get a job, because there are various things in my schedule that prevent me from holding down a proper job that doesn't allow last minute changes in timetable and say, a 2-day, 10 hour-a-day work week.
I guess I can relax for now then cho.
---
Was randomly browsing though my old documents when I came across this weird looking Windows Movie File. I opened it - and saw the first (and only) edition of the The Six Thirty PM Niao News, which was written, shot and produced by our class some years back. (specifically Julian, Lester, Jello, asylum and me, I think that's all. Anyone else please tell me.)
Niao News was a part-satirical, part-nonsense sketch produced as our assignment (surprisingly, we got good marks). There was a newscaster, and various random reporters at various locations, reporting on exceedingly stupid things that were parodies of the time.
I wouldn't mind doing work to get another Niao News again. Hm.
The Six Thirty PM Niao News (Proposed Second Edition)
Newscaster: G.G. Goh
Main Story:
Health crisis - Wa-chong Incorp.'s canteen found to be selling melamine-contaminated barley water.
Story by O'Noes Dai.
Second Story:
Financial crisis - The Poolside, Poolback and Poolfront Pool (PPPP) bans floatation devices for fear of inflation.
Story by Surre Al
Overseas Correspondant:
Tragic plane crash claims 29 lives - Pilot reports slamming into a lighthouse on a rock in the middle of nowhere in the ocean.
Story by Whieyou Build It Der
Sports:
A footballer's shirt was tucked out, so a teammate held his ball for him while he tucked in.
Story by Oh Rial Lee
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Configuration
Yesterday night I couldn't sleep. I stuck my handphone, set with four individual alarms, beside my pillow so I would be able to wake up early.
At each of the alarms, I woke up, hit snooze, fell asleep, woke up at the snooze alarm, got pissed off, then switched off the alarm, and fell asleep again.
Fail.
---
At each of the alarms, I woke up, hit snooze, fell asleep, woke up at the snooze alarm, got pissed off, then switched off the alarm, and fell asleep again.
Fail.
---
Black September.
---
Today I felt bad for a telemarketer calling me.
When I picked up, she asked me if could speak Chinese. I answered, but also politely (hopefully) added that I was a student under 18 and couldn't buy anything she was offering (except if she was from Donut Factory.)
She was courteous, thanked me for my time anyway, and put down the phone.
She's a telemarketer. These calls are her job. And I couldn't help her.
---
"What are you talking about cho? It's me cho!"
"You just said... "cho"." "Are you... Chomesuke?"
"That's right cho!"
---
Like lol white horses it was a horse?
Good lighting effects and an intruiging story line.
Could have been better in both aspects, but nonetheless nice.
Cucumber.
---
I did something I think I shouldn't have.
But now.
I trust.
That from what seems to be a mistake
will actually be something good.
---
"Hey! Wait! That's, like, totally unfair!"
A lot of things in life are unfair. We are unfairly born, we unfairly get food to eat, air to breathe, a life to live. Even though we are piled under paperwork and society's expectations, we are treated unfairly well.
We live, unfairly, and we can, if we choose to, believe. When you do, you will find unfair blessings, unfair favour, unfair help and aid, unfair support not requested, unfair Love not deserved or asked for.
"That's why it's called grace."
Friday, November 07, 2008
Owned
Last night, I was surfing the web, I noticed that my com got very laggy. No wonder, my internet connection got dced.
However, IE started lagging. I could still open up other programmes and stuff, but IE wasn't responding. After a minute or so, I was forced to call up Task Manager to close IE. I figured when the big guns came out, no problem already right?
Now who would save me from the artillery?
It was late in the night, I wasn't thinking properly, and I was almost lol-ing out loud by then. I thought of you guys (see so thoughtful right?) and decided to post this funny incident up.
---
If you guys were reading properly, you'd have noticed my internet connection was dced. I wound up lagging the entire com and crashed it.
---
Moral of the story: Blogging can crash your comp.
However, IE started lagging. I could still open up other programmes and stuff, but IE wasn't responding. After a minute or so, I was forced to call up Task Manager to close IE. I figured when the big guns came out, no problem already right?
Now who would save me from the artillery?
It was late in the night, I wasn't thinking properly, and I was almost lol-ing out loud by then. I thought of you guys (see so thoughtful right?) and decided to post this funny incident up.
---
If you guys were reading properly, you'd have noticed my internet connection was dced. I wound up lagging the entire com and crashed it.
---
Moral of the story: Blogging can crash your comp.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Wiki
Once it's on the web, it's on the web.
Was thoroughly investigating my archive of cyber documents (read: randoming through my old stuff on my comp) when I rediscovered an old wiki my class set up 2 years ago.
Odd, how things look so weird some years down the road.
All the years of laughter and very weird stuff that happened - I mean - how were we supposed to know that the fire extinguisher would explode like that?
Shit I looked damn guailan in those old photos.
No comment from those of you who still think I do.
Haha memories. Two years of sheer randomness. What else other than randomness would have a very badly defaced purple bear that looked like it was wrestled from a strong toddler, dragged in mud and a penknife wielding bandit and gone through the digestive system of the cat (okay, not THAT bad) acting as our class mascot? And presented to the form teacher no less.
And we strangled it by the projector string and waited for the teachers' reactions when they pulled up the screen to reveal an oddly-misshaped purple bear staring at them with its one (yes, one) brown glass cheaply-manufactured eye.
I still think the Dino-Dictator's reaction was the best.
Hah. Memories, memories. From my young, weird and innocent days (nowadays I'm just weird) it's kinda disconcerting to look back like that. I was almost (quote Pearly) "perma-high", and now I alternate between sugar-rush, emo, and a somewhat balanced out tone.
I'm waiting for the chalet get-together like last time - where we realised that spamming an Xbox for 24 hours did not exceed our room's energy limit, and that strip poker in an air con room is a good idea (unless you're losing).
This time, we'll hope to teach the Dino-Dictator to play Worms, and ourselves learn anew the art of combusting banana leaves with meat and yet preventing it from reaching the point of edible-ity (read: burning otah in the BBQ until it catches fire but it's still raw).
What to say? Life in this Halo Combustion Internality has been eventful, and certainly interesting. Considering I don't get fired first.
---
On the topic of a real job, Gary, if I took up one at Macs tyjiunn will kill me.
I'm thinking of taking up a temp spot at Mini Toons so I can be cartoony and hyper.
Or waiter at Fish and Co. with ZC-sama and Steo.
Or Kenny Rogers, like what JoshW did some time back.
---
Shit that was a long rant.
So now I shall attempt to entertain you.
...
You can't see it, but I'm performing gymnastic feats beyond my ability, juggling three dictionaries, and balancing on my left index finger.
Yes, and typing.
Well, blog suppose to be rant about feelings and thoughts what. So this is a thought lor. It's the thought that counts, dear readers =D thanks for reading to the end of this post.
Or if you just skipped all the way down here, thanks also.
Heck, if you just visit or tag, thanks. ^^
Tadah.
Was thoroughly investigating my archive of cyber documents (read: randoming through my old stuff on my comp) when I rediscovered an old wiki my class set up 2 years ago.
Odd, how things look so weird some years down the road.
All the years of laughter and very weird stuff that happened - I mean - how were we supposed to know that the fire extinguisher would explode like that?
Shit I looked damn guailan in those old photos.
No comment from those of you who still think I do.
Haha memories. Two years of sheer randomness. What else other than randomness would have a very badly defaced purple bear that looked like it was wrestled from a strong toddler, dragged in mud and a penknife wielding bandit and gone through the digestive system of the cat (okay, not THAT bad) acting as our class mascot? And presented to the form teacher no less.
And we strangled it by the projector string and waited for the teachers' reactions when they pulled up the screen to reveal an oddly-misshaped purple bear staring at them with its one (yes, one) brown glass cheaply-manufactured eye.
I still think the Dino-Dictator's reaction was the best.
Hah. Memories, memories. From my young, weird and innocent days (nowadays I'm just weird) it's kinda disconcerting to look back like that. I was almost (quote Pearly) "perma-high", and now I alternate between sugar-rush, emo, and a somewhat balanced out tone.
I'm waiting for the chalet get-together like last time - where we realised that spamming an Xbox for 24 hours did not exceed our room's energy limit, and that strip poker in an air con room is a good idea (unless you're losing).
This time, we'll hope to teach the Dino-Dictator to play Worms, and ourselves learn anew the art of combusting banana leaves with meat and yet preventing it from reaching the point of edible-ity (read: burning otah in the BBQ until it catches fire but it's still raw).
What to say? Life in this Halo Combustion Internality has been eventful, and certainly interesting. Considering I don't get fired first.
---
On the topic of a real job, Gary, if I took up one at Macs tyjiunn will kill me.
I'm thinking of taking up a temp spot at Mini Toons so I can be cartoony and hyper.
Or waiter at Fish and Co. with ZC-sama and Steo.
Or Kenny Rogers, like what JoshW did some time back.
---
Shit that was a long rant.
So now I shall attempt to entertain you.
...
You can't see it, but I'm performing gymnastic feats beyond my ability, juggling three dictionaries, and balancing on my left index finger.
Yes, and typing.
Well, blog suppose to be rant about feelings and thoughts what. So this is a thought lor. It's the thought that counts, dear readers =D thanks for reading to the end of this post.
Or if you just skipped all the way down here, thanks also.
Heck, if you just visit or tag, thanks. ^^
Tadah.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Language
After the exam today, some of us opted to go crazy in the class.
I didn't know the class could be converted into a soccer arena (nor did I know that the tables were so sturdy).
Halfway through-
Steo: *reads sms* Hey Hubert says that Obama won and McCain conceded!
Okay lol.
The rest of today was spent in utter relaxation and driftiness.
Argh leg numb rawrggahzimptlkz
---
On another note, while people are swearing to take their mountain of notes and reduce them to ash, or convert them to fuel to save money, I think that although that is (kinda) justified, I don't want to lose the language.
Although I feel that the current system of "education" and testing is pretty crap. If I really wanted to continue what I liked in the language, I'd go for Chinese Lit. I've always been interested in the Chinese characters and the strokes and all that. Dunno why.
Although my Chinese is too crap, so I won't. But I'm still pretty interested in Chinese Lit.
So for those who want to forget what you've learnt so far, fine by me. But as for me, I'd rather choose to keep the language with me.
And I'll be reluctant to part with the notes. Wth teacher spit heart vomit blood something do one leh. I dunno if I'll ever give that much notes if I become a teacher.
---
Back into the circuit, I hope. =D
Torn between finding a job and spending the rest of the year in relaxness and driftiness.
Oh noes teh decisionz.
Cho~ cho~ cho~ cho~
Chomesuke~!
I didn't know the class could be converted into a soccer arena (nor did I know that the tables were so sturdy).
Halfway through-
Steo: *reads sms* Hey Hubert says that Obama won and McCain conceded!
Okay lol.
The rest of today was spent in utter relaxation and driftiness.
Argh leg numb rawrggahzimptlkz
---
On another note, while people are swearing to take their mountain of notes and reduce them to ash, or convert them to fuel to save money, I think that although that is (kinda) justified, I don't want to lose the language.
Although I feel that the current system of "education" and testing is pretty crap. If I really wanted to continue what I liked in the language, I'd go for Chinese Lit. I've always been interested in the Chinese characters and the strokes and all that. Dunno why.
Although my Chinese is too crap, so I won't. But I'm still pretty interested in Chinese Lit.
So for those who want to forget what you've learnt so far, fine by me. But as for me, I'd rather choose to keep the language with me.
And I'll be reluctant to part with the notes. Wth teacher spit heart vomit blood something do one leh. I dunno if I'll ever give that much notes if I become a teacher.
---
Back into the circuit, I hope. =D
Torn between finding a job and spending the rest of the year in relaxness and driftiness.
Oh noes teh decisionz.
Cho~ cho~ cho~ cho~
Chomesuke~!
Monday, November 03, 2008
Nap
I am incapable of taking short naps.
I just went to rest at 3pm, intending to lie down for a while.
And woke up three and a half hours later.
With my left arm pressed under myself.
Wah shit numb pain and it felt funny for fifteen minutes afterwards.
Felt so tired, I attempted to fall asleep again.
Failed.
---
I think I'll start my Chinese Revision (Advanced) Programme (CRAP) tomorrow.
[edit: Thanks wj for the name]
加油 everyone.
I just went to rest at 3pm, intending to lie down for a while.
And woke up three and a half hours later.
With my left arm pressed under myself.
Wah shit numb pain and it felt funny for fifteen minutes afterwards.
Felt so tired, I attempted to fall asleep again.
Failed.
---
I think I'll start my Chinese Revision (Advanced) Programme (CRAP) tomorrow.
[edit: Thanks wj for the name]
加油 everyone.
Last
Today was the last day.
As wq-sama put it - Wednesday's the summation of ten years of work.
I want to thank cao, but I don't know what to say or do.
No more hearing zc-sama's phone ring during class.
No more niaoing and getting niaoed by blee.
No more shouts of "Fatimah!" from Hubert and Wilf.
No more watching Kun chasing Huasiang and getting owned by Julian.
No more back of the class soccer matches like we know it.
No more watching everyone slowly fall under the spell of sleep during lessons.
Of course, we'd still be together (ideally) but will it be the same...?
Thanks for the memories.
And go for it on Wednesday.
---
Saw jack'al on Saturday. Minijack didn't come.
Got to try out in the monitor room (where I am in perpetual fear of obstructing jack'al's movements the place is so damn cramped). Liked it - and at least I feel more used there lol.
jack'al. Thank you very, very, much. Seriously. Thank you.
---
One of these days I'm going to post about various aspects of life so far. Maybe. Plausibly. But then it'll be so boring I'd get no taggers ><>
---
Thank y'all. Especially my closer friends. You guys are the best.
---
They say change is for the best. I think maybe.
But as for now.
I just want it to...
last.
As wq-sama put it - Wednesday's the summation of ten years of work.
I want to thank cao, but I don't know what to say or do.
No more hearing zc-sama's phone ring during class.
No more niaoing and getting niaoed by blee.
No more shouts of "Fatimah!" from Hubert and Wilf.
No more watching Kun chasing Huasiang and getting owned by Julian.
No more back of the class soccer matches like we know it.
No more watching everyone slowly fall under the spell of sleep during lessons.
Of course, we'd still be together (ideally) but will it be the same...?
Thanks for the memories.
And go for it on Wednesday.
---
Saw jack'al on Saturday. Minijack didn't come.
Got to try out in the monitor room (where I am in perpetual fear of obstructing jack'al's movements the place is so damn cramped). Liked it - and at least I feel more used there lol.
jack'al. Thank you very, very, much. Seriously. Thank you.
---
One of these days I'm going to post about various aspects of life so far. Maybe. Plausibly. But then it'll be so boring I'd get no taggers ><>
---
Thank y'all. Especially my closer friends. You guys are the best.
---
They say change is for the best. I think maybe.
But as for now.
I just want it to...
last.
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