The Book of Jokken.

Why I dislike the Big Bang theory.

2009-10-20T01:12:00.001+11:00

Leonard kisses like a lubed-up vacuum cleaner.

Another Night Wasted.

2009-10-12T23:05:00.001+11:00

Barely a year has passed since I stepped out of Malaysia.

I now realize that some things which I held dear, to boost my self-worth, are nothing.

I cannot even spurn the people whom I used to spurn.

I’m going down.

I am a disgrace to the Chinese people, and to the Malaysian people in general.

I don’t fit in anywhere. I am an outcast wherever I go.

I want to reach out to others, but I am limited by my lack of exposure. And I have only my indolence to blame.

Miscellenea.

2009-10-03T02:17:00.003+10:00

It is not so bad, living in a place where the noise keeps you up till you feel like writing something. To be fair, though, the noise stopped an hour ago, and I don’t really have anything to write about.

It is not so bad, living outside Malaysia. On the other hand, all is not wine and roses here. Wait, scratch that. I think the most accurate thing to say would be that I have all the wine and roses I could ever want...and I’m sick of them.

It is not so bad, being sick – you get to confuse indolence with malaise. On the other hand, it is a terrible, terrible thing to be in hospital, thank goodness I’m not there. When I was a kid I actually wanted to stay in a hospital. At least once. Back then, I thought that it was no different from a hotel room. Of course, I didn’t know about cannulas. Or medical students wanting to insert them.

It is not so bad, running out of things to write. Then maybe I could hit the proverbial sack. Preferably with a baseball bat.
And sometimes, it gets really bad. Thanks for seeing me through, God.

Thank God for Google, else the title would have been some weird, non-exciting mutation of miscellaneous.

EDIT: DO THESE PEOPLE EVER SLEEP AT ALL. On the other hand, maybe I am the one to blame for having nothing to do on a Friday night.

Facebook killed the Blogging Star.

2009-09-30T00:00:00.001+10:00

Six Years Ago

A thought forms in the mind – a suggestion, a claim. Much like a soap bubble blown by a child or an adult with asthma – small, yet iridescent.

It gnaws at the mind throughout the day, and you develop it slowly - turning it over, pondering its various facets, discarding the fallacies (or even enhancing them), tasting how the words sound in your mouth, admiring how the process spreads across the landscape of your head, just the right amount of butter scraped over a slice of bread neither too big or too small or too thick. Preferably wholegrain. Raisins are optional.

You try to ignore it, but it shouts in your ear, begging to be told. Slowly, yet inexorably, you come to the decision to expose it to the world. At first you hesitate – what would they say? – and perhaps it is at this point where you pull out your mental toolkit and make some adjustments, refining that stray thought, maybe even adding some bits which you didn’t think about, when it was your own private thought, safely snickered inside the recesses of your head. Minutes, hours, even days go by, and finally you arrive at the final draft, dressing up your Cinderella with old pumpkins and rats disguised as chariots and horses so fine, they are worthy of a Southern exclamation of praise. This, of course, makes you the fairy godmother, but it is a quirk that you are willing to overlook for the time being.

All that remains is to publish it. Alas, you are hampered with work. Besotted by friends. Drawn to the sweetness of the world and the consequence of its removal. So you shove that thought back into the filing cabinet of your head, and concentrate on the things which are more important at this point.

Time goes by, and already it is indecently late. You have run out of things to do, and the only thing that remains is to slump back onto the pillows and surrender yourself to the realm of decreased consciousness, but wait. You pull out your keyboard, log in, and finally put those words which have been waiting to be said into solid text. Already it has altered a little while languishing, and as you write it, it takes on a form which you couldn’t anticipate. Still, the result is not unpleasing to the eye, or the ear.

A click of a button, and your words are there, displayed on your blog, for the world to see and critique. Which is what you secretly hope the world will do, despite the whole “This is my secret and personal blog in which I pen my thoughts” shebang.

They wouldn’t listen, they’re not listening still,
Perhaps they never will.

Today

A thought forms in the mind – a suggestion, a claim. Much like a soap bubble blown by a small child or an adult with asthma – small, yet iridescent.

In seconds, it is texted up as a wall post.

A minute later, someone writes, “Why so emo?”

Another Revelation

2009-09-10T00:11:00.003+10:00

I just took another trip down memory lane, by virtue of mishandled technology.

I now know that I was

An Absolute Fucking Bastard.

(The text above was white-outed not because I am ashamed to admit it - okay, I am. It sucks. - but for the sake of the kiddies)

Striations are not only on myocardium.

2009-09-08T22:16:00.004+10:00

I feel the striations on my soul once again.

But are they new? Or have they been there all this while? Or have I, in my journey through this life, created them out of the mess that I have plunged myself into?

So many things have happened since the Celtics won the cup. And now I realize that I have even less time to blog, yet I feel the need to do so.

Maybe it was because I took a trip down that virtual memory lane that is past blog posts, reliving the typed stories of a boy, who now has to grow into a man, yet desperately clings on to the shreds of freedom and happiness that childhood left behind. All in a blog dressed up with a Sun Embryo, which I have yet to see.

Sun Embryo

I am almost disgusted at what I wrote. Some whimsical, some shallow, and some simply a projection of language with no content. I came close to shutting down this blog, like I did with the last. And the one before that, and the one before that, and....

I did write, long ago, that I loved this blog like it was a child of mine, and that is true to some extent. A child you create, you feed and nurture, you try to mould it to become what you think it should be like. A child is dirty, a child is selfish, a child is ruthless, and a child knows no social barriers. A child will present the truth as it is, and as much as you try to disguise it by dressing it up with fancies, the truth still lurks like a bad Chinese dinner ready to rise and deal a merry dance on the walls of the digestive tract.

And it is important that you be proud of you child no matter how they might turn out to be, and to show them to the world.

I am in a pit that I dug for myself, here at the bottom of the world, and if I don’t start digging myself out of it, I may never be able to.

Help me, God, lest I start breaking out into Linkin Park songs.

Guess who's 17 this year.

2008-06-18T14:11:00.000+10:00

Emotion.

2008-06-12T23:17:00.002+10:00

Such a powerful tool in the finite life that we cling onto.

On a brighter note, things would have been so much better if ben wasn't gwen's cousin.

on design and stuff.

2008-06-02T11:31:00.002+10:00

Just a note on the template - I'd be the first to admit that I like designing web templates, but I'm not very good at it. It takes time to develop good template-designing skills, and if you're not careful, you end up digging yourself into a niche where every template you design looks somewhat like the other.

So i did what was good and right, and unashamedly stole one from a 'free web template' designing site. The link to the site is at the bottom of the blog. These suit my taste for templates - they don't have visible margins for the sidebar and the main post, and they don't have the font problems that plague some templates in blogskins.com.

and that's why the entire blog has no capital letters. It's somehow built into the template and I dont' know how to remove it. But on the other hand, it's cool, and i don't have to worry about those I's.

FINALLY.

2008-06-02T11:28:00.001+10:00

The real battle begins now.

Emoland and beyond.

2008-05-23T02:48:00.000+10:00

There’s this ad on the radio, urging pet owners to neuter or spay their pets to avoid being overrun by succesive generations of little animals.

Maybe it’s because we’re doing reproduction right now, maybe it’s the hippie side of me I never knew I had, or maybe I was running out of things to blog and thus pounced on this opportunity to be emo, but then again...

Isn’t it cruel to castrate your animal so that you can lessen the hassle of keeping it? If pet owners can’t handle the responsibility of keeping their pets with all organs intact, then maybe they shouldn’t keep them at all.

Comeback.

2008-05-15T14:31:00.001+10:00

In the light of recent events (owing in no small part to the fact that XML is no longer a mystery to me) the blog has been reinstated.

I can’t really explain the hiatus. I can actually. But I am tired. So very tired.

Hello again to everyone, and thanks so much for urging me to blog.

There is one thing, though: I had to sacrifice my links. So if you’d give me the honor of adding you to my friends list, do message me.

By the way, nothing much has changed. For those of you who have steadfastly been my friend all this while, I am still the same old, same old.

Except some. But that’s another story.

Hey.

2007-03-20T23:44:00.000+11:00

Hey guys.

Thanks for reading,

and asking why I haven't updated lately,

and pressuring me to update,

oh, and dedicating blog posts to me just because I said I liked their blogs =)

I really appreciate it.

I'll update soon. Promise!

Just let me sort out some stuff I have.

In the meantime, try this: www.-ohshucks.blogspot.com. It's good.

Later.

sigh.

2007-02-24T18:09:00.000+11:00

i miss natalie

So peaceful.

2007-02-03T19:33:00.000+11:00

Sleepy Saturday afternoon.

There’s been a light but incessant shower pattering on the windows. Everything’s coated in a fine spray.

Yawn. Oh well.

Hello Joon Heng =)

New font! Bye for now.

P.S. something interesting. Maybe. Anyway, the other day I was listening to the radio and I heard the following lyrics:

“..broken, like love letters on the floor..”

It doesn’t make sense, does it? Love letters can’t be broken, unless it was chain mail or something. I’ve got to find out more on this.

Homecoming.

2007-01-27T17:50:00.000+11:00

Initially, I admit, I was going to let this blog rot and die.

Exactly in the manner which I promised it I wouldn’t, back in college.

Then I read this.

If you have never seen this blog before, it was written by an immensely popular Malaysian living in London. That is to say, the blog was popular. I have no idea about the author. But the point is, the way he* brought it to an end was just so…apt. Heart-wrenching, but apt at the same time, and one can only marvel at the maturity of mind of the writer to know when to let go.

The way I see it, having a blog is like having a child. You bring it into the world, nurture it, give it a name and develop it to the best of your ability. You struggle through hard times and share the good ones. Most importantly, it’s not how other people view your blog, but how much you attach yourself to it. Let it grow.

And anyway, it’s just so annoying when all the good blog names are taken.

If you can still remember what it used to look like, things haven’t changed much here. There’s a new display picture, and I removed the blood-faced volleyball at the bottom, simply because I do have a friend named Julian now, and it would be…awkward, to say the least, if he accessed my blog and saw it. I did think of putting a MIDI music file, but decided against it. My server is slow enough as it is.

I have plans for the future. Maybe a new template, if I ever get around to blogskins.com. but for now..

Jokken’s back! Yayness!

*well, broadly defined, yes.

The untitled.

2006-10-19T10:25:00.000+10:00

Perhaps one of the sillier things clubs do is elect the vice president from the presidential nominees that didn't quite make the cut. This, in my opinion, is fatal to the lifeline of the society, because one of the more important qualities of a vice is subservience - something a presidential nominee probably wouldn't possess.

It would be like watching the clash of the titans.

Do-gooders.

2006-09-23T19:37:00.000+10:00

Then there was this book which I read sometime ago.

It was about a couple of men who decided that the world would be a better place should it be rid of ‘druggies’, as the author so elegantly put it. One man was a preacher, the other an atypical underground-mob-boss-who-runs-a-perfectly-respectable-business-as-a-façade, the kind prominently featured in cheap Westerns and countless Hong Kong dramas. How the two of them got together is somewhat important for character development, but since you will never know the protagonist, dear reader, it is unnecessary to elaborate. Unless you happen to read the book, that is, but by then you’d know already anyway. But I digress. It must be noted, though, that our mobster-businessman is doing this for quite a laudable sum of money – sponsored by the preacher, of course.

Who obtained the money through thoroughly respectable means, but that isn’t important either. Just thought you’d like to know.

Anyway. Our mobsterman – whom we shall henceforth refer to as M for posterity – used some of the appropriated cash to purchase large amounts of toxins from a certain scientist. That he killed the scientist afterwards and took back the money isn’t important. Besides, the scientist wasn’t an angel either. And it wasn’t any old rat poison – the toxin was odorless, flavorless and…er…textureless. Which killed after 24 hours. No cure.

So M, who turns out to be some sort of chemist, incorporates the toxin into his drug ring, and sends his dealers out into the brave, bright world. And being an exceptionally good chemist, he analyses the toxin and manages to synthesize it by himself, thus ensuring the continuity of this little fiasco.

The results were as to be expected. But the magnitude! Imagine celebrities dropping dead at press conferences. Imagine track athletes, unable to complete what would turn out to be their final lap. Imagine people from every walk of life – donut sellers, your obsessive-compulsive boss, neighbours* collapsing in throes of agony. Entire discotheques vacated, having lost most, if not all, of their best customers. Imagine the government having to ban the adoption of pets from shelters because people were buying them for the sole purpose of using the animals as test subjects for the drugs. And of course, imagine dead drug addicts and their respective dealers.

Had this continued, the purging of America from designer drugs seemed imminent. But our protagonist put a halt to it all when he killed the bad people.

Did he save the day, I wonder?

The book is a terrifically good read, and I only wish I could remember the title.

* Of course, the plot was based in America. The Ankh-Morpork of Roundworld, as Mr. Pratchett would have put it. Here, I can more or less assure you that the donut seller is not a drug addict.

IM You.

2006-09-06T14:11:00.000+10:00

University is a happy place.

The faculty members are very helpful.

The people are friendly.

They don’t ostracize you.

They definitely don’t let you forget your old friends and let you molder in your shoes because all you have is yourself.

They certainly don’t draw your old friends away from you.

They obviously don’t laugh in their little cliques and bolster their own bumptiousness.

They are most positively like Taylor’s.

I definitely do not miss Taylor’s environment of warmth.

I DEFINITELY do not miss Taylor’s attitude of living and letting live. The attitude that lets everyone blossom under their own light, instead of a multiplex of ‘We are one BIIIIG happy family’ slogans so frequently chanted at the University.

I am very happy in the university.

Hello and.

2006-09-04T23:02:00.000+10:00

Goodbye, orientation. Sometimes you were fun, sometimes you were not, but at least it’ll be worth remembering.

Goodbye, voice. You served me well for the past week, but sadly, you seem to be gone now.

Goodbye, yunyi. Have a great journey. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye, but I will always remember you. England will be glad to have a person like you.

Goodbye, Chief Dhammananda. I never knew you, but you made the lives of millions so much better. You were brave to the end. At least you will not suffer in this life again.

Goodbye, Mr. Irwin. When I was younger, you were, at times, the only reason I watched television. I respect all you did and that you died for what you stood for.

Here we go.

2006-08-22T23:54:00.000+10:00

And thus begins the two-and-a-half year tenure.

Because Suan says so.

2006-08-11T17:10:00.000+10:00

If you comment on this post:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must re-post this on your blog.

Holidend.

2006-08-09T03:41:00.000+10:00

They say inspiration comes with the witching hour.

But with the echoes of twelve fading away, I find myself inexplicably tongue-tied. Again.

Perhaps this list will do the trick.

Stuff I did in the past two months.

1. I learnt that every room has four corners. And brooms alone don’t work.
2. I learnt that dead dingos in Australia aren’t so hot.
3. I learnt what progressive rock means, and have sampled their music.
4. I learnt that having long hair wasn’t such a great idea after all. (Took five minutes to disengage my mp3’s – technically my sister’s – earphones form my hair. Lord knows how it happened, but it did)
5. I also learnt that having short hair wasn’t so hot either. Literally and figuratively.
6. I learnt that Astro has three main movie channels – 40, 41 and 42 – and they do lots of replays.
7. I learnt that most reality TV shows suck big time. Topping the list is that brand new ‘Tommy Lee goes to College’ series. How fake can you get?
8. I learnt that jumping rope wasn’t as easy as it looks.
9. I learnt just how difficult it is to walk when your brain refuses to tell your legs what to do.
10. I learnt despair and depression.
11. I learnt how to use a wheelchair properly. (Which basically meant sneaking off with it when everyone wasn’t looking)
12. I have amassed a great amount of random facts while browsing through Wikipedia. Among these include:

Culinary – Cajun, Cordon Bleu, ragouts, hollandaise sauces, vermicelli, dirty rice, chilli con carne, Australian meat pie, and cornbread. Of course, I still have no idea how to prepare these. At least I know what they are now.
Entertainment – Bassists, Bass guitar, heavy metal, Christian metal, Death Metal, J-metal, K-metal, Pop metal, Fusion Metal, Marilyn Monroe, Johnny Depp, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, B-Grade movies, MPAA movie ratings, Worst movies in film history, Emmy, Grammy and Rotten Tomato awards; Dave Ferell, Will Ferell, Colonel Sanders, the Presidents of the United States of America.*
Biological – Digitalis minima, carpal tunnel syndrome
Random – medieval torture methods, ancient weapons, standard firearms (most of which are featured in the various Counter-Strike games), Pig Latin, Magic: the Gathering, Burger King, Casinos in Malaysia (only one), Scientology, genital piercings.
*an actual band

13. I learnt that Ju Li looks exactly the same. Three years, too. Man.
14. I learnt that Saturday lunches are fun.
15. I learnt that it takes about 45 minutes to take the KTM from my house to IMU, and would cost in excess of six dollars a day.
16. I confirmed the existence of divine intervention.
17. I promptly forgot the rest of this list.

But that’s enough, anyway. Maybe if you mail me, I’d tell you about how I pulled a slug from my sink, thinking it was a strand of veg, and how it burst in my fingers.

Or maybe not.

Till then.

(Later I checked and found out that the witching hour meant throwing in the moon at it’s fullest. And since this was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar month, this was the new moon – totally the opposite. Oh well.)

Sigh.

2006-07-31T23:48:00.000+10:00

If you must, Jin.

Igor!!! He's ALLIIIV...er. Well, not dead anyway.

2006-07-24T18:17:00.000+10:00

Oh, all right then. Since you insisted.

Hello again to those who may have noticed that I was missing from the blogosphere in the past – oh, few months or so? Time has flown by like, er, an ornamental hookah session, and I have remained exactly the same. I confess to being a little disappointed. Aren’t holidays supposed to make you nice and brown? I’ll never believe Enid Blyton again. If anything, my life has settled into a routine even more eye-watering than what I experienced in college, but I’ll spare you the details.

First things first, my class has a blog now. www.pm3online.blogspot.com

And that was the ONLY thing worth mentioning so far. Sigh.

The scary thing is, I’m actually having fun.

Maybe I was born to be bore myself.

Does this count as a post? I sure hope so; otherwise I wouldn’t have anything to give a name to this blog.
I don’t have a part-time job
I don’t have pictures of trees and computers to put up
I don’t have any decent HTML configurations to speak of
I’m not gay
I don’t make a living out of blogging
I don’t make a blog out of living
I don’t get high on hippies.

Oh well.

Anyway, say hello to everyone, Julian.

…I don’t want to grow up.

Potterisms

2006-07-01T23:40:00.000+10:00

Some suggestions on how to salvage the eventual quagmire that is Harry Potter and that Seventh Book in the Series.

LAME:

Upon the death of Albus Dumbledore, Harry goes around the world trying to thwart the evil reign of Lord Voldemort, Sword of Shannara-style, eventually meeting up with the Dark Lord and possibly Snape, who then fights a duel to the death with both. Based on prophecy made in Book Five or so (the one which says “Only one person allowed per existence” or something of the sort), possible outcomes include Harry winning and Voldemort dying, Harry dying and Voldemort ruling a Nazi-style extermination camp in Britain, only to be thwarted by Harry’s son! Gasp! (Very unlikely, but I didn't need to tell you that, did I?), or Harry dying in such a fashion that he manages to seal Voldemort in some tomb for all eternity. Still alive, mind you, since Voldemort IS supposed to be invulnerable, after all. Probable occurrences include some people dying, Snape topping the list. Albus Dumbledore makes his presence felt, either in that of a benign ghost, a part of Harry’s frequent-flyer dreams, or maybe Fawkes grows a human head complete with half-moon spectacles. Ron sees Hermione die, or maybe Ron dies to save Harry, either scenario causing the distraught lover left behind to do serious damage to one of the main antagonists, screaming “ THIS IS FOR (insert name), YOU (insert British-style expletive)!!!!!” and maybe dying in the process as well. Harry learns yet another thing about his parents, maybe from Snape. Sirius Black makes a comeback and plays an important role in the destruction of one of the Horcruxes, presumably in ectoplasmic format.

CLICHÉ:

Dumbledore does not die, as it turns out, and appears in little snippets throughout the book as a mysterious masked man, offering help to Harry whenever Harry lands himself in the evil clutches of the Dark Lordlings. Snape either appears as the accomplice to Dumbledore’s faked death, or screwed up the assassination attempt big time, which means that he will eventually die, either at the hands of an enraged Voldemort, or Dumbledore himself. Except Dumbledore never kills anyone. Perhaps by accident. Oh well. Eventually the school is reopened, and no one seems to remember the huge white tomb that disappeared one Sunday morning.

OKAY:

Dumbledore is alive!!! Again!!! (Forgive me. I have a predilection to support lesser characters that purportedly possess near-omnipresent powers), this time with a twist: Dumbledore reveals that Snape was one of the Horcruxes, and Snape, being Dumbledore’s man through and through, sacrifices himself by switching places with Dumbledore in the final chapter of book Six, with the aid of the Polyjuice Potion. In other words, Dumbledore killed Snape, not the other way around, the switch being necessary to fool The Unnamed One and company. J.K Rowling, acting through a series of questions Harry poses to Dumbledore during this revelation, manages to neatly tie up all the loose ends in Book Six: Snape was the ultimate secret agent. Upon making the vow that he would help Draco Malfoy accomplish his deed (see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince), Snape actually phrased the vow to mean that he would destroy all that Dumbledore represented, ie. Father figure, headmaster of Hogwarts, great and good wizard, a life that Dumbledore can never return to, since the blood of one of his staff is on his hands, be it for the Greater Good. Snape never really got friendly with Harry, or his parents, to keep up the pretence that he desired a return of Voldemort. Possible deaths include Dumbledore (his tainted past will make him unpopular with future students) and Harry (No idea why, but I relish the idea of Harry dying)

Alternative: Snape reveals to Harry that Dumbledore was a Horcrux, having been made so after suffering a terrible curse in an attempt to destroy one of the original Horcruxes. Dumbledore entrusted Snape with the job of killing him because he knew that everyone else, Harry included, would never understand why he had to die.

BEST:

J.K. Rowling has a breakdown and admits that she can’t finish the book – the plot was too entangled for her to continue effectively. She then entrusts the ultimate finishing of the series to one of the following authors:

Diana Wynne Jones: Her writing style closely matches that of Rowling’s. She’s fun, occasionally though-provoking, and uses little, if ever, expletives. Expect the story to be well-written, with a satisfying finale. The only drawback is that the reader will likely remain in a fog of confusion throughout the entire book, only to discover the answers to all unspoken questions in the final chapter.

Neil Gaiman: Plot will be dark, sinful, and full of juicy bits. Perfect, only he’s a little too matured for kids. Children, unfortunately, often require every little detail to be explained – something Jones and Rowling do pretty well, but not so for Gaiman. A pity.

Terry Pratchet: If only he could remember to inject serious scenes from time to time. The juvenile equivalent of Gaiman. The book would be a fruitcake compared to all the other books in the series, providing a light-hearted, often sarcastic storyline, possibly culminating in

TIME TO GO NOW, TOM.

Raymond E. Feist – The Hogwarts team prepare for a siege against the amassed legions of Voldemort, whereas Harry, Ron and Hermione embark on that journey to kill the Horcruxes. Eventually, Harry will come back to save the Hogwarts team, probably riding on a dragon. Political factions arise within the forces of good, between the four great houses, as members from each house try to outmanouver the others to clinch the prime spot for fighting - the frontline, despite going against basic human instinct. Any new characters introduced into the text will have names almost similar to conventional names, but not quite.

Stephen King – Even adults will be scared to death at the description of Voldemort. It is possible that Voldemort is somehow transmogrified into a clown, or becomes extremely vague, description-wise, yet manages to convey a creeping sense of do not read in the dark. The plot will be long, rambling, with millions of tiny detours, in which the main characters swear at each other and discover childhood fears manifest in the most gruesome form possible.

Tom Clancy – the only surviving author who can match the thickness of Rowling’s books.

Edit: Due to oh-so-popular demand, here's one more:

Terry Brooks – Elves! Trolls! Cloaked beings! No shortage of variety there. Paricularly in the cloaked being section. Expect one all-powerful guy who seems to know everything and does not let in on the eventual plan, only till he gets killed in the end. Oh, and lots of blue fire.

1st July

2006-07-01T23:29:00.000+10:00

You deserve so much more than this badly-paintshopped cake.

Happay World

2006-06-24T16:45:00.000+10:00

Anothe meme.

2006-06-23T00:01:00.000+10:00

Catching up on more tags. This one by my sister, some time ago.

MEME. to fill in for your local neighbourhood loser.

INSTRUCTIONS :Copy this whole list into your journal. Bold the things that are true about you. Italic the things that you are unsure or partly true or wish was true. Whatever you don't bold is false.

THE QUIZ:

1) I miss somebody right now.

2) I don't watch much TV these days. – Actually, I don’t really watch much TV. Excluding NBA matches, of course.

3) I love olives. – Not really partial to olives, but I don’t hate them either.

4) I love sleeping. – Waste of time, really. I hate those moments when you have to blearily open your eyes and take in your surroundings.

5) I own lots of books. – My family reads quite a bit.

6) I wear glasses or contact lenses. – For a guy who aspires to look like John Lennon, my eyesight is actually pretty much near normal. I wear glasses to change the way I look, and on occasion, to make myself look silly. Which I do all the time, yes. Oh, whatever.

7) I love to play video games. – Used to is more like it. But then again, which ten-year old kid wouldn’t?

8) I've tried marijuana. – Lord knows about yours, but where I come from, they can hang you for having more than a little bit of the stuff. Malaysia is definitely not the place to do drugs.

9) I've watched porn movies. – To each his own, I suppose.

10) I have been in a threesome. – HAHA!

11) I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. – The compulsive, boastful, obsessive, indolent, jealousy-prone ex, maybe.

12) I believe honesty is usually the best policy. – Well, maybe.

13) I have acne free skin. – No, really. Those are. Um. Facial nipples? Okay, now that’s just disgusting.

14) I like and respect Al Sharpton. – Since almost everyone has no idea who or what Al Sharpton is, here you go:
“Alfred Charles "Al" Sharpton Jr. (born October 3, 1954) is a Pentecostal minister, a political activist, civil rights activist and film actor. Sharpton sought the Democratic Party nomination for President of the United States in 2004 but was seen as a perennial candidate.”

15) I curse frequently. – In college, especially among those young-blooded males, all standard exclamations and claimant confirmations are greeted with “…the Fuck?” to the extent where the word itself is slowly losing its hold on being a swearword.

16) I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. – We all change.

17) I have a hobby.

18) I've been told I have a nice butt. – Under construction? Oh ha ha you.

19) I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. – Why bother? Back then everyone kept stealing everything from my pencilbox.

20) I'm really, really smart. – This sentence is an accident just waiting to happen.

21) I've broken someone's bones. – When I was but a little lad, my mother carried me and broke her thumb. Go ahead. Laugh.

22) I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. – I get the feeling that if someone asked me just the right question, I would break down and tell it.

23) I hate the rain. – Rain makes the grass grow, yes. But those of you who say you like the rain have probably never been jolted out of your sleep to rush down, brave pelting, freezing missiles of water, to collect bedraggled items of clothing and finally fanning them the whole afternoon in a vain attempt to get them to some semblance of what they were.

24) I'm paranoid at times. – Paranoia is my middle name, I’m afraid.

25) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar free. – Riight. I always get this “Igor!! It’s ALIIIVVEEE” notion.

26) I need money right now. – I am content.

27) I love sushi. – I like sushi side dishes. Not that sure about sushi, though.

28) I talk really, really fast. – Worse – I swallow my words. To the same effect.

29) I have fresh breath in the morning. – Show me a man who emboldens this and I’ll show you a neurotic narcissist.

30) I have semi-long hair. – I wish?

31) I have lost money in Las Vegas. – We have Genting, you know.

32) I have at least one brother and/or one sister. – Cool.

33) I was born in a country outside of the US. – I’m getting the feeling that the composer of this meme must have been a big fan of Al Sharpton.

34) I shave my legs. – No, I am not gay. And even if I was, I don’t think gay people shave them either.

35) I have a twin. – What for? I‘d just have another person to hate.

36) I have worn fake hair/nails/eyelashes in the past. – Everyone’s an actor, after all.

37) I couldn't survive without Caller ID. – Contrary to popular belief, I’ not THAT popular. Wah hah ha.

38) I like the way that I look. – If the body truly was a wonderland, mine would be the Ripley’s Believe It or Not booth.

39) I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.

40) I know how to do cornrows. - I wish.

41) I am usually pessimistic. – Only to myself.

42) I have mood swings.

43) I think prostitution should be legalized.

44) I think Britney Spears is hot. – Then there are times when she looks like a dyke.

45) I have cheated on a significant other in the past.

46) I have a hidden talent. – I can make water come out of my nose when I drink at the water fountain, and so keep it up indefinitely to disgust the hell out of other people. Wait, is that a talent?

47) I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. – Never. Really. Hyper.

48) I think that I'm popular. – If that was worded ‘I think I’m a poplar’, maybe.

49) I am currently single.

50) I have kissed someone of the same sex. – No details, as of yet.

51) I enjoy talking on the phone. – Depends who the person is, usually.

52) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.

53) I love to shop. – I despise it with a passion…okay, maybe not. Only when it’s shopping for something useful. Like skulls! Hee hee.

54) I would rather shop than eat! – What a joke. I mean, even the malls have restaurants.

55) I would classify myself as ghetto.

56) I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.

57) I'm obsessed with my xanga. – Xanga?? Was blocked in my college. So sad.

58) I don't hate anyone. – Except myself at times.

59) I'm a pretty good dancer. – Again on that ‘I wish was true' list.

60) I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington. – I don’t know or particularly care about American lifestyle. I’ve been too jaded by television shows.

61) I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. – But sometimes mom is embarassed to be associated with me. Then again, it happens to everyone when I’m felling dapper. Haha.

62) I have a cell phone.

63) I hate my boyfriends' ex-girlfriends. – They’re mostly okay. I suppose.

64) I watch MTV on a daily basis. – Almost!

65) I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. – yep. Nothing to be proud of, though.

66) I love drama.

67) I have never been in a real relationship before. -Real? Hmm.

68) I've rejected someone before. – Oh it was so complicated. It turned out to be a farce later.

69) I currently have a crush on someone.

70) I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. - I want to keep a rabbit that doesn’t die on me. That was one of my dreams.

71) I want to have children in the future. – We’ll have to wait and see.

72) I have changed a diaper before.

73) I've had the cops called on me before.

74) I bite my nails. – the edges of the nails.

75) I am a member of the Tom Green fan club. – You Americans. Always obsessing over your own opulence. For the record, Tom Green was an ex of Drew Barrymore, one of the trio in ‘Charlie’s Angels’.

76) I'm not allergic to anything. – I am.

77) I have a lot to learn. – Duh.

78) I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger than me. – Oh come on. At my age, it would mean either a nine-year old date (Child pornography) or a twenty-nine year old. (no chance)

79) I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie. – Ice Cube is an African-American (surprise!) actor and rapper. The original “Friday” filem, directed by him in 1995, became a cult classic in the black community.

80) I am very shy around the opposite sex sometimes.

81) I'm online 24/7, even as an away message
.
82) I have at least 5 away messages saved.

83) I have tried alcohol or drugs before.

84) I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past.

86) I have avoided assignments at work to be on Blogger. – The reason I set up my blog was to find an excuse not to study in the library.

87) When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbour or chum.

88) I enjoy some country music. – Keith Urban is good.

89) I love my best friends. – I would, if I had a best friend. I just don’t believe in that best friend concept.

90) I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. – Of course, in this deprived, backwater tropical country, where they dress their pizza with fermented prawn paste on whim, you never know.

91) I watch soap operas whenever I can. - Don't you just love Pearl Drama?...NOT. Though I must admit, it is pretty easy to get hooked.

92) I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist. – I do both extremes.

93) I have used my sexuality to advance my career. -

94) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.

95) I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story". – I do now. It’s quite touching, actually.

96) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. – Halloween is about the only time when I do serious shopping.
Note: I ‘m not gothic, really. I just like skulls. It was an obsession that started when I was young and carried on. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it was an attempt to look cool. Only thing I know is that it’s stuck now.

97) I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it. – I hate most Nickelodeon-style cartoons. They scare me, with their blue noses and splayed teeth and pupilless eyes and colored tongues and nightmarish contortionst forms.

99) I'm happy as of this moment. – Yeah, baby.

100) I have wet dreams. – I don’t know.

In a Fortnight.

2006-06-20T10:46:00.000+10:00

Ah...time for that picture post I have been slogging on for so long.
(As a foreward, the captions describe the picture ABOVE them. ABOVE, I tell you.)

LAST DAY OF COLLEGE

After finishing one of our last practical sessions, in which absolutely nothing fruiful or educational was achieved, and enough glassware was broken to line the Carribean.

It wouldn't do Yinn Cher justice to not put up this one.

Natalie and a rare view of the well-behaved author.

And another delightful one. Just for the record, the one on my right is no.14, from the previous post. The other one's Hui Ann. A Penangite, if that makes any difference.

Then I got tired of smiling politely.

And reverted back to default mode.

Which continued all the way into the next class.

And finally culminated in some demons-from-nether-provinces look at Asia Cafe. It may be of some importance to the reader that the author was asked to bend his knees ever so slightly as so to appear shorter than his partner on the right. HA! HA! HA!

THE PROM (CAL GRADUATION BALL 2006)

Yinn Cher and the guy who's wearing one glove in the picture because he brought two left ones.

My lovely prom date and her not-so-lovely prom date.

Special mention: the class treasurer and unofficial class photographer.

Maybe I'm just popular.

And the surviving members of SMK Seafield who made it into Taylor's. Well done, guys. By the by, the Prom Queen is in the middle. NOT Zhao, you hopefuls. Kavitha! And they SAID that Seafield people didn't look good! Hah! And there's me, too! Maybe I look better when I cover my nose...barf buckets over there, please. Picture courtesy of v'vian t. (the white one).

REDANG TRIP

Lord knows just how we managed to take this picture, what with the strong winds and eddying current, and the fact that the boat could come around and smack us in the head anytime. And you have absolutely NO idea how salty seawater is until you take your first big gulp. Just do what I did - first you snorkel - without the breathing tube, of course - then swim against the wind. As you come up gasping for air, the first wave should smack you square in the face.Lovely blue water, though.

Sand doodling. I saw some lovely sandcastles - you wouldn't believe the complexities these kids can get up with. Too bad there was no camera. But there was one for this.

And my classmates just HAD to capture this hermit crab, which they called Sebastian and nourished with bread, grasshoppers and..um. Let's just say barley, shall we? And to all you animal activists out there, they put it into the sea again. I hope.

And that marked the end of one-and-a-half years together. (They caught the crab on the last day - gotta credit them for that). 'Till the next time we meet again, all you PM3 people.

P.S. - There have been speculations of a class alumni blog, and it does sound temmpting - but I need to know whether you all are interested or not. Mail me or something.

People personalities.

2006-06-18T22:47:00.000+10:00

AND I’M BAACCCCCK!!

I must apologize for the extended hiatus. So many things happened, and I am waiting for the photos to load up to show you all. Anyway, as a filler, here’s another tag. From Suan Ee. So sorry that I didn’t do this earlier, but I had too much to enjoy in the past few days.

Instructions: Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do the survey.

1. Me (Bwahaha)
2. Eu Jin
3. Suan Ee
4. Yinn Cher
5. Natalie
6. Soo Han
7. Ryan
8. Victor
9. Li Sian
10. Christina
11. Terry
12. Yun Yi
13. Dar Ray
14. Hui Xuan
15. Ju Li
16. Hui Ni
17. Evelyn
18. Hong Ping
19. Phoebe
20. Jia Xin

Questions:

1. How did you meet no. 14 ?
In college, the previous year. She was my classmate, and will now be going to Monash Malaysia in July.

2. What would you do if you had never met no. 1?
Have I?

3. What would you do if no. 20 and no. 9 dated you?
Erm.
No 20.’s boyfriend would kill me. And she was my Great Leader. I mean, come on. You do NOT date the Great Leader. It is just wrong.
… and I have dated no.9 before. I made a terrible boyfriend. So yeah. Next!

4. Would no. 6 and no. 17 make a good couple?
No. 6 would date ANYONE. Well……maybe. Who knows? Sorry, Evelyn. Wahaha.

5. Describe no. 3.
Intelligent, witty, becalming, fun, exuberant, passionate, determined and a good friend.

6. Do you think no. 8 is attractive?
Absolutely. I think he and I would be an item. Too bad it never did work out. (Ooh la la)

7. Tell me something about no. 7.
Devilishly quick basketball player.

8. Do you know anything about no. 12's family?
Both parents are doctors in some medical sector, and speak Hokkien. Has a brother who plays guitar.

9. What is no. 8's favourite?
Why all these questions about Victor?? Erm. Sex?

10. What would you do if no. 11 confessed that he/she liked you?
Feel somewhat privileged that he thinks that I look better than his girlfriend.

11. What language does no. 15 speak?
Razor sharp English and currently Mandarin.

12. Who is no. 9 going out with?
I don’t know.

13. How old is no. 16 now?
Turns 19 on Merdeka Day. That’s 31 August to you boffins out there.

14. When was the last time you talked to no. 13 ?
The previous Friday.

15. Who is no. 2's favourite singer?
Himself. At least, he lives his life according to his own tune.

16. Would you date no. 4?
I haven’t? Bwahaha.

17. Would you date no. 7?
I haven’t? BWAHAHAHA. Oh, what a tangled web this is turning out to be.

18. Is no. 15 single?
For now anyway.

19. What's no. 10's last name?
Ng? Lee? Argh. These Chinese names. Her full name is Christina Ng Hui Lee.

20. Would you ever consider being in a relationship with no. 11 ?
I think the problem would be getting no. 11 to say yes. Whatever butterfly.

21. What school does no. 3 go to?
(Frantically opens up blogpage) The University of Melbourne. Hehe.

22. Where does no. 6 live?
Some hugeass house in Bukit Jalil, Malaysia, overlooking a golf course.

23. What's your favourite thing about no. 5?
Her eyes and heart. Oh dear. Must I be specific?

I hereby tag:
My sister.
Zhao Hong. (Check out the new blog. It is so cool)
Phoebe.
Eu Jin. If he hasn’t done this kind of thing yet.
Dar Ray. Oh, I do despair about this one.

Sorrow.

2006-06-03T21:21:00.000+10:00

Just finished watching episode 81 of BLEACH today.
Felt like the passing of an era.

Dominion and Memories.

2006-06-02T12:20:00.000+10:00

And as all the SAM people finally evacuated to enjoy their fortnight-long holiday, I got the peace and quiet I had always longed for in the library. But suddenly it didn’t seem as nice as it did before.

Maybe it’s because Hui Xuan will never be coming back again. There seems to be a great void in the intelligence department since she left.

And now, at 10.30 in the morning, I am with Soo Han in the computer room.

Sigh. Nostalgia.

Mood of the day:

(Note: Dominion is the game Soo Han was playing. No, I don't understand it. Yes, I would love to. Sorry for the lack of a longer post or whatchamacallit)

(Insert Anger)

2006-05-30T22:04:00.000+10:00

Mood of the Day:

*I must impress upon all of you that this was plagarized from kennysia.com

The computer room.

2006-05-29T12:31:00.000+10:00

I have abandoned the computer room in the library.

Every damning day ,there is a bunch of first-year college-goers that skips class, only to race there and proceed to have the time of their lives. And I am ashamed to admit that they are A-Level students. Any decent A-Level student would, upon skipping class, go and find some solid means of entertainment. And Taylor’s being the central hub of a tightly-packed mass of Internet cafés, eateries and shopping centers, there really isn’t a problem. In fact, I think the neighboring secondary school has considerable problems dealing with truants.

Anyway, back to the story. These people, they talk raucously, make obscene gesticulations, and, upon encountering anything remotely funny, proceed to laugh the top of their heads off. The only reason the library staff hasn’t done anything about this fiasco is that the room is pretty well insulated. The room was designed for IT studies, see, and it was right smack in the centre of the library, so in order for some semblance of peace to be maintained (not that it ever does anyhow) the architectural committee sound-proofed the room. To my articulate dismay. It has led me to suspect that the security camera installed in the room does not convey sound, but then again, why would they? This is why I am now in the Web, the internal Internet café offered by the college.

Now, I know it does sound a lot like what my class does in their free time (creating huge amounts of verbal hubris, generally causing a breach of peace etc.) but we DO control ourselves to some extent. And there is a basic code of etiquette to follow. You do NOT, I repeat NOT, maul your classmates, be they female or male, be you female or male yourself, for fun or whatever malign purpose. You do NOT open your emails and proceed to tell your friend (and in doing so ululating soundly enough for everyone in the vicinity to have a listen in, whether they like it or not) about how damned funny it was. Even if the sender was Jim Carrey, or some HTML genius, or basically someone with too much free time on his or her hands, which in that case, should be relegated to the deepest depths of Azkaban with the oldest, clunkiest computer in creation, that processes everything with the speed of a gerbil learning how to count, and finally shutting down just as your download is 99.95% complete. HA! HA! HA! … You do NOT play free online puzzle games, on five different computers simultaneously in order to increase your chances of beating* your friend - who is also using five other terminals to achieve the same means. So the cumulative effect viewable to someone who sits in the back row (guess who?) would be that of two maniacal primates, or maybe octopi, lurching from side to side, tapping, occasionally falling over chairs and bumping into table counters, ensnaring themselves in mouse wires, and managing to keep up a steady stream of giggles, curses, primal screams of rage and individualized victory whoops. I’ll leave it to your imagination. You do NOT consume edibles (or drinkables) you snuck in with exaggerated smacks, slurps or any other audile contortions reminiscent of the complex sexual practices that Eric Van Lustbader wrote in his books ‘Ninja’, ‘White Ninja’, or ‘Zero’ (actually, I have nothing personal against bringing food in. It’s the food processing that gets to me). And as coup de grâce – or more like a coup de la souffrance - you do NOT greet your friends like you own the damn place, with affected tones, such as “My! You look so retarded today!” and so forth, on the same verbal plane as the afore-mentioned, bang each key ferociously, swear loudly and fluently in nasal tones when you cannot locate the USB hub for your mass storage device, causing each and every other person beyond your nearest and dearest to hate your guts immensely, and issue your mating calls to your friend across the room, inflecting unnecessary sound waves on those unlucky enough to stray across your path (and miniscule projectiles of sputum on the computer screens of those directly in front).

I swear, I get a headache every time I go into there. I have also resolved to limit my library periods to, strictly speaking, study time. Nothing. Else.

*The game in question being Hapland stick game. If you've played it before, you might understand the need for five computers, actually, but that's BESIDE THE POINT.

The Cup of Life.

2006-05-28T20:40:00.000+10:00

Well, after four long glorious years, the basketball programmes will be cut mercilessly short by the imminent World Cup matches. All 64 of them on 12 interactive channels.

But then again, is it not a good thing? To savour the glorious taste of victory, to see sights never seen before, to almost smell the turf, the sweat and the bodies of men willing to sacrifice their pristine starched jerseys for their country? To see the joy, the absolute happiness, the exquisite delicacy that scoring a goal can be. Beautiful, yet savage, festooned with history and ordained with pride, besotted with admirers and blatantly upheld by commercialism, the game of football knows so many faces, is spoken of in so many different languages, all united beneath that orb of cowhide, stitched with loving care, and adorned with blazing colours reminiscent of the physical emancipation of testosterone.

To be in the crowd, to see, feel, breathe and scream as one, as they witness the passage of this orb of glory, weaving through the forest of legs, neatly slipping past the outstretched, gloved digits of a flailing player, to nestle deeply within the corner of an oblong space enshrouded with netting.

Indeed these are great times to behold.

Enjoy.

Sigh.

2006-05-26T22:26:00.000+10:00

Mood of the day:

Sometime later.

2006-05-25T18:46:00.000+10:00

"O Sorrow!
Thy name is Chemistry."
-Anonymous.

Cartoon Physics

2006-05-25T12:08:00.000+10:00

Another great post from Wikipedia. Sometimes I don’t know what I would do without it.

Cartoon Physics: Dynamics

No matter what happens to cartoon characters, they always return to their default shapes.

Any body passing through solid matter will leave a dent conforming to its perimeter.

Explosives, even if detonated close to a character's face, will cause only scorching of the
skin. (Prior to the efforts of the American Civil Rights Movement, characters would often take on the appearance of blackface.) Similarly, a gun discharged directly into the face will not fire an actual bullet.

If a character walks off a cliff, they will not fall, and continue to walk on thin air, until they notice they have walked off the cliff. In some cases, they will not fall until they look down, regardless of their awareness of the situation.

Alternatively, when a character runs off a cliff, notices the situation, and begins falling, at first only the body below the neck falls, during which the neck is stretched for a few seconds before the head follows.

If a character falls from a tall building, another character from the same floor will be able to run all the way down to ground level in order to catch the falling character before he/she hits the ground.

Characters are allowed to "swim" or blow themselves upwards a short distance in the air before falling normally to gravity.

When a character chops the only thing holding another character from falling (such as a tree branch) the chopper will fall, together with whatever he/she was standing on (such as the tree or the ground) and the other character will remain floating in the air (branch included).

An explosive device taken by one character will not explode until it is given back to the original character who triggered the device. Also applies to booby traps.

A boomerang, when thrown, will not only change direction, but will actively hunt out its thrower so that the thrower may catch it, regardless of his or her relation to the initial point of the throw.

Motion reference frames are arbitrary. For instance, an outboard motor in a pan of water on wheels causes the motor and pan to move together. Likewise, a fan and a sail attached to a wheeled platform will cause the platform to move.

A gun may be fired any number of times without being reloaded.

Any fall is survivable.

Holes can be physically picked up and moved. This also applies to mouths.

Anvilology (The study of anvils)

Everything falls faster than an anvil (so that the evil character can hit the ground first and then be crushed, but not killed, by the anvil).

Anvils are readily available.

Anvils have mass but not much weight, so that they are very hard to push around, but it is possible to jump out of a plane with an anvil instead of a parachute and not notice until the parachute is opened while airborne.

Anvils can stay in the air until noticed by a character, at which point they fall on the character.

If a character moves out of the way of a falling anvil, the anvil will shift its position over the character before falling, so that it crushes (but does not kill) the character.

Cartoon Physics: The Second Law of Motion.

For a given cartoon character C:

1. If C runs into a wall,
a: If the wall is too thick, C will strike it and flatten out like dough, often regardless of clothing.
b: If the wall is thin enough, he will leave a hole in the wall in the shape of his body.

2. If C runs into something made of metal, he will dent it in the shape of his body.

3. If C runs off a cliff, the impact crater he leaves will conform with Rule 1b.

4. If C has a fragile body,
a: Running into any wall will cause him to be squashed into a musical instrument (usually an accordion), or
b: Any collision or fall will fracture him into a zillion pieces.

5. If C runs into a wall which has been painted to look like part of the landscape or a tunnel:
a: If the "camera" angle blends the painting with the actual landscape, he will enter the landscape or tunnel as though it were real.
b: If he was the one who painted the wall, he will just run into the wall — see Rule 1.
c: If the "camera" views the painting at an angle such that it is, without doubt, a painting on a wall, he will just run into the wall — see Rule 1.
d: Trains or large trucks are often known to drive out of walls painted in this way, usually just after the painter has slammed into the wall and is feeling sheepish for having fallen for their own ruse. However, if the view of the oncoming vehicle is blocked, then the vehicle will apparently stop.

*Cartoon collision physics are a subset of cartoon physics regarding the laws of collisions. Note that these laws deliberately refer to male subjects; bad things do not generally happen to women.

...It’s a shame that Physics 4 finished some time ago.

*Plagarism courtesy of Wikipedia.org

About other blogs.

2006-05-24T19:16:00.000+10:00

Don’t get me wrong, though – I love blogging. I would’ve loved to tell you about my Bleach indulgences, my exams, and how I got water up my nose when I was drinking at the water fountain, only I sort of think that you all might not want to know.

Therefore I have nothing remotely interesting to post at the moment.

Xiaxue is steadily becoming a disappointment to me. Her earlier posts are very good, to the point of being extremely controversial (damn do I love controversy. You should have read that one where she wrote an impassioned post about how she was NEVER, EVER going to be a Christian after her Christian friend attempted to convert her. Although, being her, the whole thing was dissected and nitpicked to the ends that a Singaporean female can, it did have a hint of truth in it. And as a result, there were about 583 comments in the comment box) but the ones now are simply not up to the standards that she set herself some time back. Now, I understand the posts about herself. Being human, after all, it must have been nice to write about oneself for a change, as opposed to what other people want to see on your blog. It does get to you at times. But the ones I cannot tolerate are the ones where she insults products for being off-colour (in off-colour humour as well), people and basically things around her. And it’s not because she does it (personally, I think some of them may deserve it. No one’s THAT evil, to just diss people for fun. Or are they?) It’s because, more than once, she fails to put up solid reasoning to support her motives. Not even solid insults. Even a dose of racism would’ve been preferable compared to this. To just read and read and read (her posts are LONG. And pink. Which is okay if you like pink, but then again.) some rant about a guy who was fat, only to find that she ended her post without managing to convince me that the guy was the most unlikeable person in the universe, is disappointing for someone who was awarded ‘Best Blogger’ awards for three years running.

By the by, her writing may sound bimbotic, but she sure doesn’t sound like one. She posted an audio clip and it was totally unlike what I expected of a Singaporean. (No offence, Daniel or David. But then again, Daniel, you Singapore-bashing Singaporean, it probably won't matter to you. I'm only writing this because you are my blood cousin. Haha.) It’s just like kennysia. If you try and conjure up an image of what he sounds like based on what he wrote, you’d be surprised to find out that he is actually quite articulate. Very articulate, in fact.

So yeah, I am probably going to remove Xiaxue from my links. But she won’t notice – she has millions of other readers. And neither will you, dear reader. In fact, go read kennysia.

Um...Just read, kay?

2006-05-22T22:07:00.000+10:00

Here is a log about what I did today.

9.00a.m.
Arrived at college late (Overslept, but that’s a different story) and immediately went to the computer room, but was shooed out by the teacher there. Oops.

9.30a.m.
After half an hour of desperate searching, no free terminal was available (barring my genitals, of course, but hey, I don't write about these things. I leave them to Jin) Proceeded to sit down and attempt to compose self for work.

9.32a.m.
Diligently slept.

10.32a.m.
Woke up and rushed to the terminals, only to find that the departed computer class was replaced by an influx of college-goers with nothing better to do than lounge around and talk in innately loud voices. At the terminals, of course.

10.40a.m.
Got one!! Finally!!...But the mouse wouldn’t work

*********

These polite asterisks represent a moment of sadly necessary violence on behalf of the author.
Plagarism courtesy of The Amulet of Samarkand.

10.45a.m.
Found one that actually worked. But as I was helping Zhao print something, I completely forgot my ulterior purpose.

12.00p.m.
Lunch.

1.00p.m.
Got another one! Drafted out blog post, only to be shooed out by yet ANOTHER computer class. Desperately searched for X-drive* to save it in, only to find out that the hellish people in the ICT Department removed it!!
*X-Drive is a sort of personalized drive on every computer.

2.15p.m.
Another one!! Perfect!! And the mouse worked, too!! But the computer was sooooo slow that it died.
While loading MICROSOFT WORD.
Gave up in despair.

3.00p.m.
Exam – Physics Paper 5

5.00p.m.
Got yet another one – only to receive call from brother, saying he was tired and wanted to return home. AAAGH.

6.00p.m.
Returned home and almost instantly whisked off to tailor’s (No, not Taylor’s) for jacket fitting.

7.00p.m.
Dinner.

8.00p.m.
Finally at home. At terminal. And I wrote what I wanted to write all day long.

Happy Birthday, Suan Ee. You have always been special to me, and I treasure all the motivational advice and encouragement that you gave me all this while. I’ll never forget what you told me when I was down and depressed with my blog. If it hadn’t been for you, and that you always spared a thought for this poor, newbie blogger, I wouldn’t have made it this far. You are truly remarkable.

Here’s to a girl that will be always Suan Ee to me. I never did get used to you being Kimberly.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Meme!

2006-05-19T18:19:00.000+10:00

Thanks, Kim!! Really! I feel that there's no better way to introduce a new blog. So here goes:

Four movies I can watch over and over and over:
-Constantine. I loved it, loved watching it, and still want to see it. Again.
(Actually, I don’t really watch movies either. Never got into the habit. But, since Kim so thoughtfully meme’d me, here are some which I found nice)
-The Little Mermaid
-Gensomaden Saiyuki Requiem
-Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gan. For the songs! Hehe.

Four places I’ve lived:
-My current home in Subang.
-The college library.
-Penang
-Regrettably, S.M.K Seafield

Four books I recommend to everyone:
-A Cook’s Tour by Anthony Bourdain
-Stiff by Mary Roach
-The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole aged 13¾ by Sue Townsend
-the entire Terry Pratchett Discworld series

Four of my favourite dishes:
-Spaghetti bolognaise. The one my dad does
-Any reasonably good chicken rice. NOT the commercializd ones, though. Yuck.
-Soup.
-Cauliflower cheese. The one my mum does.

Four sites I visit daily:
-Quicksilverlining. I check it even before I check my own blog.
-Google.com.
-My current rave. It used to be Jay’s Blog. Now it’s Mighty Illusions.
-Kennysia.com. Proud to be Malaysian.
-Add: Does my college homepage count? Because I blog mostly from the college and it’s the first damn thing I see. Not that I want to.

Four places I’d rather be right now:
-At home.
-The basketball court.
-Sunway Pyramid. I don’t know why – I always preferred it to other malls.
-Actually, I’m pretty happy where I am right now. HAHA!

Four bloggers I am tagging:
-Ju Li
-Yun Yi
-Li Sian and Geraldine
-Christinae sp.

Another One.

2006-05-18T11:30:00.000+10:00

What, here already?