School Of Rock... ROCKS.
"God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen."
2003-12-31
i don't get it. or maybe i do. but i don't really wanna get it. as in... i think i kinda know why, but how can it be? its a hard pill to swallow.
50000 Feared Dead in Iran Quake. contrast with Calif. Boy Still Missing After Mudslides.
now... who gives a flying fuck about the calif boy?! i mean i do la, but not to the extent as what i feel for the Iranians. why not do individual stories for the Iranians? how about some perspective, huh?
50000 Feared Dead in Iran Quake. contrast with Calif. Boy Still Missing After Mudslides.
now... who gives a flying fuck about the calif boy?! i mean i do la, but not to the extent as what i feel for the Iranians. why not do individual stories for the Iranians? how about some perspective, huh?
16 jan. its like an expiration date on a milk carton. its there, but usually you ignore it. then the date draws near, and you start getting jittery.
the crux is the new year, where i cannot hide behind sweet & wet december and stinking wet january comes raring into my face (like the tide) waiting for no man.
oh woe oh joy oh fuck...
the crux is the new year, where i cannot hide behind sweet & wet december and stinking wet january comes raring into my face (like the tide) waiting for no man.
oh woe oh joy oh fuck...
2003-12-29
i have been clicking away with my phone cam for some time, and with my wonderful mac and sony ericsson, i used bluetooth to transfer the pics to my com, then again with mac programs to compile it into a 'gallery' of sorts, because normal album sites piss me off when i have to slowly add my photos.
enjoy.
*Click*
enjoy.
*Click*
perusing the soap section of the supermarket, i am surprised to find many 'body cleansers' which claim to be "100% Soap Free!". I am very confused... isnt soap what you want? and then there's moisture restoring kinds, skin pH balanced ones, refreshing varieties and a whole plethora of other variants of these 'body cleansers' (i.e. Soap-Free Soap). why cant they all just put in into one product and save me the headache of choosing?
p.s. i settled for a skin pH balanced soap, that is of course, soap-free and dermatologically tested.
p.s. i settled for a skin pH balanced soap, that is of course, soap-free and dermatologically tested.
2003-12-28
Floorfilla @ Sultan Of Swing yesterday night, and now i am a sick pig, so scratch what i said in the previous post. but anyhow, it was, as one would expect, a mainly chinese fest of the ah beng kind and the only few malays i sighted probably wandered in thinking that 'Sultan' was in some way associated with their monarch.
2003-12-27
as of late, i've been plagued by a deep, hacking cough that resonates and shakes the deepest avioli of my lungs. it started of innocently enought, like an end-of-year flu, and was (to my sneaking suspicion), aggrevated by my smoking of filterless cigarettes which i lovingly rolled myself. anyway. that is not the point.
the point, of course, is the cure.
its been a long ardous task of finding the magic elixir to cure me, with alot of hits and misses. one medicine, made me break out in a very very irritating itch. air con, dust and cigarette smoke irritates my cough to no end. but, alcohol (of the soft kind, i.e beer, wine, cocktails etc), thus far, seems to be the magic potion. i stipulate that it is the alcohol in it that calms and soothes my throat. so here i am now, sitting in my room, reading a book and nursing a pint of beer as it in returns nurses me, and i think to myself, is this a reason, or more so an excuse, for drinking?
the point, of course, is the cure.
its been a long ardous task of finding the magic elixir to cure me, with alot of hits and misses. one medicine, made me break out in a very very irritating itch. air con, dust and cigarette smoke irritates my cough to no end. but, alcohol (of the soft kind, i.e beer, wine, cocktails etc), thus far, seems to be the magic potion. i stipulate that it is the alcohol in it that calms and soothes my throat. so here i am now, sitting in my room, reading a book and nursing a pint of beer as it in returns nurses me, and i think to myself, is this a reason, or more so an excuse, for drinking?
2003-12-26
Somehow, it doesn't really feel like christmas. When I was younger, i was bursting with anticipation for christmas. Thru november, the kids channel would blast toy commercials about Nerf this, Nickelodeon that and TMNT bla bla. Lets not forget the all important Cartoon Christmas Specials! Those were always something to look forward to.
Now I'm 18, theres no toy commercials to remind me what to look forward to. Orchard christmas decorations now more or less just piss me off, cause it makes me feel like im in some faux glam place. not to mention that army's in abut 3 weeks. So christmas came and went with little fanfare. After 18 years, christmas jingles get kinda irritating, like those Nano-Nano sweet or toys 'r' us commercial jingles.
maybe what we need for the mood... is snow. but im thinking. past the initial few years, that'd just piss me off too. cause my dads too old, and my brothers too fat, so i'll be the one shovelling the snow. hmm. but then there is the option of winter wear! a whole new wardobe!and misty breath. and the thought of a walking around on a snowy morning with a steaming cup of coffee. how appealing.
Now I'm 18, theres no toy commercials to remind me what to look forward to. Orchard christmas decorations now more or less just piss me off, cause it makes me feel like im in some faux glam place. not to mention that army's in abut 3 weeks. So christmas came and went with little fanfare. After 18 years, christmas jingles get kinda irritating, like those Nano-Nano sweet or toys 'r' us commercial jingles.
maybe what we need for the mood... is snow. but im thinking. past the initial few years, that'd just piss me off too. cause my dads too old, and my brothers too fat, so i'll be the one shovelling the snow. hmm. but then there is the option of winter wear! a whole new wardobe!and misty breath. and the thought of a walking around on a snowy morning with a steaming cup of coffee. how appealing.
2003-12-21
kaveh's house today was lively as a firecracker with people bustling here and there tho i didn't really know anyone so i sat there nursing my beers and talking to the few i did know. but it was fun.
tomorrow im leaving on a cruise so bye all and i'll be back this wed.
its always been a fantasy of mine to be a rockstar (isnt it yours too?). but i am musically illiterate. and have the voice of a toad. so there goes my dashed dreams.
tomorrow im leaving on a cruise so bye all and i'll be back this wed.
its always been a fantasy of mine to be a rockstar (isnt it yours too?). but i am musically illiterate. and have the voice of a toad. so there goes my dashed dreams.
2003-12-19
and so for the second time this week my large person and brought the demise of yet another pair of headphones. as i fee-fi-fo-fum my way around my room, kerraccckkk 'whats that?' and as i look down, shit, there lies the poor broken lifeless body of a headphone, never again to sing.
im reading this book now that is kinda about WW2, amongst other things, and this part really tickled me-
'... The Japanese Navy is a different story- they know what they are doing. They have yamamoto. they have torpedoes that actually explode when they strike theis targets, in stark contrast to the American models which do nothing but scratch the paint of the Japanese ships and then sink apologetically...'
-Cryptonomicon, by Neal Stephenson
Acquisition for the Mac is gorgeous! its so easy to use, and its fast, and i dont know why people complain about mac p2p support. so boo to you naysayers.
im reading this book now that is kinda about WW2, amongst other things, and this part really tickled me-
'... The Japanese Navy is a different story- they know what they are doing. They have yamamoto. they have torpedoes that actually explode when they strike theis targets, in stark contrast to the American models which do nothing but scratch the paint of the Japanese ships and then sink apologetically...'
-Cryptonomicon, by Neal Stephenson
Acquisition for the Mac is gorgeous! its so easy to use, and its fast, and i dont know why people complain about mac p2p support. so boo to you naysayers.
2003-12-18
Guess whos back? Back again?
after a short hiatus, i am back. only to leave again soon this sunday. haha.
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My Mac is here!!! its absolutely gorgeous! this white sleek sexy thing sitting in my room. It just finishes the whole 'look'. I had to lug the mother big eMac (17 inch) home from orchard. wa nabeh bloody heavy can! much thanks to sandra and zihe...
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ok on to the juicy bits. Yesterday. was. the. BEST DAY OF THE HOLS! PERIOD!* lemme put it this way. I JUST got back from yesterday.
*thus far
It went down like this. 5 guys on an adventure. So it was me, isaac, tzi, frodo and lum. We met at bugis MRT at 6. (ok, so i got there at like.. 6.45) Our mission? To try 'sheeshah', i.e. Arabian Water Pipe. Its mother shiok! (for those interested, its along arab street. you cant miss it.) We had dinner there and that was excellent too, but the real fun started when our pipes came. We ordered two 'flavours' of smoke- apple and grape. yes. They looked like dildos. and we took to them initially like a girl giving her virgin blowjob, but soon, as we acquired a taste for the smoke, we were huffing and puffing away. Now heres the shocker. EVEN LUM SMOKED! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAh
tzi-'eh lum. try la! don't be a gay!'
lum-'dowan dowan dowan... i dont smoke!'
tzi-'okok, eh guys lets see who can blow the most smoke in one breath!'
lum-'FUCK I SHOW ALL OF YOU!' *
*has been condensed
then bla bla bla fast forward to 4.45am and i am watching LORD OF THE RINGS!
macham WARCRAFT one! like the bad guys are the ORCs and UNDEAD vs. the HUMANS and the ELVES. lets analyse-
Gandalf - Mage Hero
Aragon - Warrior Hero
and bla bla bla. lazy la. so here are some pics of the sheesah night.
some of the lines are also so damn corney it makes me cringe. but on the whole, a bloody good movie. A Star Wars for our generation. I'd say more, cept i dont wanna spoil it for the rest of you.
p.s. Frodo gets bloody irritating in this 3rd installment. if you agree leave a comment. like some bloody ah kua faggot.
*click*
after a short hiatus, i am back. only to leave again soon this sunday. haha.
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My Mac is here!!! its absolutely gorgeous! this white sleek sexy thing sitting in my room. It just finishes the whole 'look'. I had to lug the mother big eMac (17 inch) home from orchard. wa nabeh bloody heavy can! much thanks to sandra and zihe...
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ok on to the juicy bits. Yesterday. was. the. BEST DAY OF THE HOLS! PERIOD!* lemme put it this way. I JUST got back from yesterday.
*thus far
It went down like this. 5 guys on an adventure. So it was me, isaac, tzi, frodo and lum. We met at bugis MRT at 6. (ok, so i got there at like.. 6.45) Our mission? To try 'sheeshah', i.e. Arabian Water Pipe. Its mother shiok! (for those interested, its along arab street. you cant miss it.) We had dinner there and that was excellent too, but the real fun started when our pipes came. We ordered two 'flavours' of smoke- apple and grape. yes. They looked like dildos. and we took to them initially like a girl giving her virgin blowjob, but soon, as we acquired a taste for the smoke, we were huffing and puffing away. Now heres the shocker. EVEN LUM SMOKED! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAh
tzi-'eh lum. try la! don't be a gay!'
lum-'dowan dowan dowan... i dont smoke!'
tzi-'okok, eh guys lets see who can blow the most smoke in one breath!'
lum-'FUCK I SHOW ALL OF YOU!' *
*has been condensed
then bla bla bla fast forward to 4.45am and i am watching LORD OF THE RINGS!
macham WARCRAFT one! like the bad guys are the ORCs and UNDEAD vs. the HUMANS and the ELVES. lets analyse-
Gandalf - Mage Hero
Aragon - Warrior Hero
and bla bla bla. lazy la. so here are some pics of the sheesah night.
some of the lines are also so damn corney it makes me cringe. but on the whole, a bloody good movie. A Star Wars for our generation. I'd say more, cept i dont wanna spoil it for the rest of you.
p.s. Frodo gets bloody irritating in this 3rd installment. if you agree leave a comment. like some bloody ah kua faggot.
*click*
2003-12-15
for those of you in the dark, Saddam has been captured. the guy now sports a full bushy beard. slap on a red suit and tada its father christmas.
i've an earlier post on this, but i'll say it again.
A conversation between two people, of which one ran during the war instead of serving his country.
He lit the lamp again. As he straightened up from adjustig the wick, he stared at me.
'You are not ashamed to be the guest of a traitor to his country.'
'I don't think you were a traitor to the human race.'
We moved towards his bedroom windows.
'The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed.'
'I suppose one could say that Hitler didn't betray his self.'
He turned.
'You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their selves. That was the tradgedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.'
-exerpt from The Magus, by John Fowles.
i've an earlier post on this, but i'll say it again.
A conversation between two people, of which one ran during the war instead of serving his country.
He lit the lamp again. As he straightened up from adjustig the wick, he stared at me.
'You are not ashamed to be the guest of a traitor to his country.'
'I don't think you were a traitor to the human race.'
We moved towards his bedroom windows.
'The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed.'
'I suppose one could say that Hitler didn't betray his self.'
He turned.
'You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their selves. That was the tradgedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.'
-exerpt from The Magus, by John Fowles.
2003-12-13
been a while since i updated... well. my mac STILL isnt here yet. called and bugged them and now i have an extra 256 ram! bah. i will be patient.
for the moment noelle was kind enough to lend me her powerbook (thank you).
bah. cant churn out a post. maybe when i have the comfort of my own computer things will get back to me.
till then, check back!
oh ya one more thing... chinablaack this monday people. go go go.
for the moment noelle was kind enough to lend me her powerbook (thank you).
bah. cant churn out a post. maybe when i have the comfort of my own computer things will get back to me.
till then, check back!
oh ya one more thing... chinablaack this monday people. go go go.
2003-12-11
2003-12-10
aw man! i cannot wait for my mac!!! hell, i need a com in my room! rarrg. is saturday considered a working day? if so then it might come on thursday then. however, since i ordered the mac on a thursday night, would that be considered a working day? so at the very worse... discounting thursday, the day i bought it, and taking saturday as a non-working day... that means i have to wait till monday!
THE SUSPENSE!
i need programs for my com when it comes. and what of all these shareware programs for download off the web? are there any crackers/serial generators for them? cause im sure as hell not gonna pay!
THE SUSPENSE!
i need programs for my com when it comes. and what of all these shareware programs for download off the web? are there any crackers/serial generators for them? cause im sure as hell not gonna pay!
2003-12-08
havent updated for a while... my com is now out of my room and i am eagerly awaiting the arrival of my mac. (friday i think)
I've redone my room and i think it kicks ass.
Prom is tonight and everyone is in a tussle. tis acutally quite exciting haha i feel kinda ditzy.
Need For Speed: Underground infuriates me to no end! i've raced some of the tracks more than 30 times before finally beating it! URGHH
I've redone my room and i think it kicks ass.
Prom is tonight and everyone is in a tussle. tis acutally quite exciting haha i feel kinda ditzy.
Need For Speed: Underground infuriates me to no end! i've raced some of the tracks more than 30 times before finally beating it! URGHH
2003-12-04
Mambo night... landed with a sickening thud.
it was so bloody dense if i were a terrorist i'd've sure as hell targeted zouk la! set off a small firecracker with a 1m blast radius and tomorrow's headlines- '100 killed, 16 injured'. oh dear. what if every subsequent night at zouk is like this. i will cry. but that aside, just being there. you know... soaking in the atmosphere. Bass, people, cigarettes, drinks, clothes, pretty faces. So fresh, baby, so clean.
okay... help me here. So is beer the nectar, or piss, of Gods? I'm thinking piss. But not in a bad way.
I was drinking a lychee martini and david looked at me and said- "Fuck lennard... only girls and gays drink that! so which one are you??"
"er. I could be either?"
today i've a lot to do... lessee... fix my bike, return some books, buy paint for my room (red and black, nice, yes?), buy CD racks for the wall, bulbs for the lights in my room*, hooks for some paintings. yikes. i hope i've enought 1) time 2) energy.
*most of the bulbs in my room have blown. so not at night i survive by the illumination of one dinky little bulb in the far side of my room. previously, it bathed in the glory of 5.
it was so bloody dense if i were a terrorist i'd've sure as hell targeted zouk la! set off a small firecracker with a 1m blast radius and tomorrow's headlines- '100 killed, 16 injured'. oh dear. what if every subsequent night at zouk is like this. i will cry. but that aside, just being there. you know... soaking in the atmosphere. Bass, people, cigarettes, drinks, clothes, pretty faces. So fresh, baby, so clean.
okay... help me here. So is beer the nectar, or piss, of Gods? I'm thinking piss. But not in a bad way.
I was drinking a lychee martini and david looked at me and said- "Fuck lennard... only girls and gays drink that! so which one are you??"
"er. I could be either?"
today i've a lot to do... lessee... fix my bike, return some books, buy paint for my room (red and black, nice, yes?), buy CD racks for the wall, bulbs for the lights in my room*, hooks for some paintings. yikes. i hope i've enought 1) time 2) energy.
*most of the bulbs in my room have blown. so not at night i survive by the illumination of one dinky little bulb in the far side of my room. previously, it bathed in the glory of 5.
2003-12-03
what is love, really?
in a calvni&hobbes strip, calvin poses the question- "Is love really just a biological chemical response to ensure the survival of the human race?" then again, if that were so, then everyone would feel 'love', but such isn't the case. and then there's different kinds of love. and within each subset, theres a whole spectrum of degrees of love. so its not just a chemical response, theres a deeper more intangible quality to it.
maybe love is an ideal. Like in ideal gases, it doesn't exist, but you assume it does to make calculations easier. so why bother when you'll never reach it? but i'd like to believe its real. call it childish but there's a fine line between living and existing and slap me if i cross that line.
so if there really is 'the one', how do you know 'the one' when you meet 'the one'? i don't think 'the one' is 1 specific person in the whole world with your name stamped on his/her ass. 'the one' is every lover you encounter. 'the one' is every person you love until something happens, and you discover a niggling habit you cannot stand, or worse still, you have no idea why, but suddenly, your heart no longer quickens when the person is near. you've been operationally de-conditioned to the person's allure.
and maybe, just maybe, a short break is whats needed for you to remember what you miss and love about the person.
or sometimes, during the break, life goes on as usual, thus confirming that unfortunately, the person is no longer 'the one', and its time to move on.
its as good for as long as it lasts, but is this as good as it gets? it cannot be!
maybe i'm just a stubborn bastard. or asshole as some would call it. and refuse to have my world shaken.
not just yet. its the righteous stuff i lack.
in a calvni&hobbes strip, calvin poses the question- "Is love really just a biological chemical response to ensure the survival of the human race?" then again, if that were so, then everyone would feel 'love', but such isn't the case. and then there's different kinds of love. and within each subset, theres a whole spectrum of degrees of love. so its not just a chemical response, theres a deeper more intangible quality to it.
maybe love is an ideal. Like in ideal gases, it doesn't exist, but you assume it does to make calculations easier. so why bother when you'll never reach it? but i'd like to believe its real. call it childish but there's a fine line between living and existing and slap me if i cross that line.
so if there really is 'the one', how do you know 'the one' when you meet 'the one'? i don't think 'the one' is 1 specific person in the whole world with your name stamped on his/her ass. 'the one' is every lover you encounter. 'the one' is every person you love until something happens, and you discover a niggling habit you cannot stand, or worse still, you have no idea why, but suddenly, your heart no longer quickens when the person is near. you've been operationally de-conditioned to the person's allure.
and maybe, just maybe, a short break is whats needed for you to remember what you miss and love about the person.
or sometimes, during the break, life goes on as usual, thus confirming that unfortunately, the person is no longer 'the one', and its time to move on.
its as good for as long as it lasts, but is this as good as it gets? it cannot be!
maybe i'm just a stubborn bastard. or asshole as some would call it. and refuse to have my world shaken.
not just yet. its the righteous stuff i lack.
2003-11-28
WA WA WA I JUST GOT A DOUBLE KILL ON GUNBOUND! ITS A PERFECT ENDING TO THE A'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
when i heard the phrase... 'pens down'.... it was bloody orgasmic. it was pure ecstacy. and then we played touch till about 7, and before i left the school, i stood on the canteen table... and flashed the whole compound. too bad (or lucky) that hardly anyone was around.
and i think i said something very smart today- "fuck! this is the end of a rigid academic career! and dont need to wear bloody fucking polyester uniforms ANYMORE!!!"
i'm at justin's house now... and i am drunk. wheeee!!! this is what i call. The Life. not hte getting drunk part, the whole deal. finishing the A's, running about like an ass then getting drunk! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
and i'm off to thailand tomorrow people and i'll be back tuesday so don't miss meee too much ardent readers! i will try get a blow job from a transie!
(my rational is they were previously guys, so they know what feels good. so the bj would be fuckin mind blowing!)
BYEBYE
*cue music* (i'm leaving, on a jet plane, dont know when i'll be back again....)
when i heard the phrase... 'pens down'.... it was bloody orgasmic. it was pure ecstacy. and then we played touch till about 7, and before i left the school, i stood on the canteen table... and flashed the whole compound. too bad (or lucky) that hardly anyone was around.
and i think i said something very smart today- "fuck! this is the end of a rigid academic career! and dont need to wear bloody fucking polyester uniforms ANYMORE!!!"
i'm at justin's house now... and i am drunk. wheeee!!! this is what i call. The Life. not hte getting drunk part, the whole deal. finishing the A's, running about like an ass then getting drunk! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
and i'm off to thailand tomorrow people and i'll be back tuesday so don't miss meee too much ardent readers! i will try get a blow job from a transie!
(my rational is they were previously guys, so they know what feels good. so the bj would be fuckin mind blowing!)
BYEBYE
*cue music* (i'm leaving, on a jet plane, dont know when i'll be back again....)
2003-11-26
the funniest paper has to be the Physics Design paper. for those who don't know, the student is presented with a problem and is supposed to design a experiment to find the relationship/value at question. so one can imagine all the funny things we invent to try and solve the problem. but yk has to take the cake... to determine the energy of a bow (and arrow) set up, his solution was to "use an expert archer". As a safety precaution, "ensure he wears body armour".
and that is only one of the multitude of answers we students give. I bet the markers at cambridge draw lots to see who can mark the design questions cuz its such a popular choice.
its official. I'm addicted to GunBound. Go download it and say good bye to life beyond the computer! its kinda like Worms.
exams do funny things to people. We're in the 3rd week of the A levels and today serena (who sits behind me) kept singing "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, once i caught a fish alive..." to herself. anyway. its over tomorrow. da da dum.
and that is only one of the multitude of answers we students give. I bet the markers at cambridge draw lots to see who can mark the design questions cuz its such a popular choice.
its official. I'm addicted to GunBound. Go download it and say good bye to life beyond the computer! its kinda like Worms.
exams do funny things to people. We're in the 3rd week of the A levels and today serena (who sits behind me) kept singing "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, once i caught a fish alive..." to herself. anyway. its over tomorrow. da da dum.
2003-11-24
2003-11-23
so a hoarde of pillaging ruggers* piled into my living room to watch the rugby finals and wa heres a tip always have a can of air fresherner ready. australia lost and i am sad.
drunken fun at lum's house thereafter but alas such events are best left untold.
(*total food damage- 1 kg of sausages, 4 big bags of lays chips, 9 litres of peach lemonade, a baf of frozen fries. then off to dinner after that. tada.)
oh let me teach you yeow-kuanese. (he supported australia)
its really quite easy-
"FUCK YOUR MOTHER YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!"
"FUCKING HELL YEAH FUCK YOU YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!"
"FUCKING CHEEBAI!!!!!"
"YEAH BABY FUCKING CHEEBAI TAKE THAT YOU MOTHER FUKER!"
then he runs low on ideas...
"FUCK YOUR FUCK LA!"
"OH MY FUCKING FUCK!"
and finally, he is out of ideas...
"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!"
as tzi commented, yk uses those phrases to express a whole plethora of emotions- joy, sadness, happiness, envy, shock, dismay, disgust...
its a wonder he doesn't get straight A's for GP with his powerful vocab huh?
drunken fun at lum's house thereafter but alas such events are best left untold.
(*total food damage- 1 kg of sausages, 4 big bags of lays chips, 9 litres of peach lemonade, a baf of frozen fries. then off to dinner after that. tada.)
oh let me teach you yeow-kuanese. (he supported australia)
its really quite easy-
"FUCK YOUR MOTHER YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!"
"FUCKING HELL YEAH FUCK YOU YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!"
"FUCKING CHEEBAI!!!!!"
"YEAH BABY FUCKING CHEEBAI TAKE THAT YOU MOTHER FUKER!"
then he runs low on ideas...
"FUCK YOUR FUCK LA!"
"OH MY FUCKING FUCK!"
and finally, he is out of ideas...
"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!"
as tzi commented, yk uses those phrases to express a whole plethora of emotions- joy, sadness, happiness, envy, shock, dismay, disgust...
its a wonder he doesn't get straight A's for GP with his powerful vocab huh?
2003-11-22
2003-11-20
so let me elaborate why sandra is the devil.
at 10 last night i decided to take a break and went online and lo and behold i was chatting to her. then, she introduced me to these 2 online games. Castle Defence and some aquarium game. The plan was to resume study at 11. by the time i stopped playing, the clock read 2 am. shit. its very fun tho... try it. esp the aquarium game. if anyone can destroy the fat laughing alien that is impervious to lasers please tell me cuz im stuck on that stage and he keeps eating my fishes. =(
at 10 last night i decided to take a break and went online and lo and behold i was chatting to her. then, she introduced me to these 2 online games. Castle Defence and some aquarium game. The plan was to resume study at 11. by the time i stopped playing, the clock read 2 am. shit. its very fun tho... try it. esp the aquarium game. if anyone can destroy the fat laughing alien that is impervious to lasers please tell me cuz im stuck on that stage and he keeps eating my fishes. =(
2003-11-19
omg! is it christmas season already?!
They're already playing seasonal jingles in the shopping centres but still it feels like the J3's have just enlisted (that would make it... jan/march). I'm caught in a timewarp! HELP! and soon i'll be enlisting but i'll be like "huh its time to enlist?! but the J3's just enlisted!!!"
damnit. soon i'll be thirty and still living in the basement of my parent's house and making silly faces in mirrors to amuse myself.
i need that magic potion from outta Alice in Wonderland. 'Drink Me!' it'd read and when i glug it down whoosh i'll grow bigger and bigger or was it the other way around and i'd shrink?
yikes.
They're already playing seasonal jingles in the shopping centres but still it feels like the J3's have just enlisted (that would make it... jan/march). I'm caught in a timewarp! HELP! and soon i'll be enlisting but i'll be like "huh its time to enlist?! but the J3's just enlisted!!!"
damnit. soon i'll be thirty and still living in the basement of my parent's house and making silly faces in mirrors to amuse myself.
i need that magic potion from outta Alice in Wonderland. 'Drink Me!' it'd read and when i glug it down whoosh i'll grow bigger and bigger or was it the other way around and i'd shrink?
yikes.
2003-11-17
i feel sad when i visit my blog now. the past few entries have been very dry and boring to say the least and it reminds me how boring this period is. ladeedah. almost over. its kinda odd, cause now i've one paper this week and 2 next week, so its very spread apart and hence things feel kinda chill. i doubt i'll feel especially ecstatic after the final paper of the 27th cause it already feels like its over.
2003-11-16
KANIAH BEH CHAO CHEE BAI!
the french played like bloody headless chickens. even i could've kicked and caught the ball better and thats saying a hell lot about how badly they played. honestly!!! a fuckin up and under which goes a total of a few metres?!?!?! and the kicks for goal... ALL OFF THE MARK! wa lao.
i hope australia wins the world cup. the english play rugby thats balls boring man.
the french played like bloody headless chickens. even i could've kicked and caught the ball better and thats saying a hell lot about how badly they played. honestly!!! a fuckin up and under which goes a total of a few metres?!?!?! and the kicks for goal... ALL OFF THE MARK! wa lao.
i hope australia wins the world cup. the english play rugby thats balls boring man.
and so the final count yesterday was about a dozen burly ruggers packed into my living room to watch the NZ-Aus match, and contrary to popular belief, it wasnt a very rowdy affair save for two noisy dicks shouting "CHEEBAII AH WA FUCKING NABEH!!! DID YOU SEE HIM GET SMACKED?!?! FUCK YOU AUSTRALIAA!!!" I won't mention names (yk and tzi yang), but you two are fuckin noisy haha it was fun.
and big whoop to australia's victory yest. NZ played like headless chickens haha i hope france wins today what a finals it would be... french flair vs australia's rock solid defence.
and big whoop to australia's victory yest. NZ played like headless chickens haha i hope france wins today what a finals it would be... french flair vs australia's rock solid defence.
2003-11-15
rence, i hope you dont mind i had to cut and paste your recent entry cuz its just so damn fuckin funny.
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oh mama i broke my napping record today... feeling like a king right now! first it was the pre-nap-marathon warm-up napping at 11.00 because i slept at 1 yesterday night.
I woke at 2 pm... and then proceeded to eat my pre-nap-marathon nutritious meal of maggie mee and half a steamed chicken. i think my maid stole the other half... but never mind i forgive her because today is a special day... where i was gunning for sporting glory. Go for Gold!
At 2.30 pm after doing some stretching and psyching up, i took my redspot chem tys out and started reading TOPIC:6 Electrochemistry in order to make myself fall asleep. it was very effective... i started reading "1.(a) Describe how you could determine...." and blacked out... next thing i knew it was 3.30pm! i woke up to switch the fan on.... and went back to continue my marathon. looking at the tys, "1.(a) Describe how you could determine...." next thing i knew it was 4.30pm! man was i still going strong!! At that point in time i was getting excited because i sensed a new record coming... so i took out the tys again and started reading "1.(a) Describe how you could determine...." and man next thing i knew... it was 5.30pm!!! woohoo a new record!!! i am currently at the pinnacle of sporting achievement and i challenge anybody to break my record. And in order to round off a very well-spent day i decided to keep with tradition and finish reading the question that i started off with early in the afternoon "1.(a) Describe how you could determine a value for the Avogadro constant by electrolysis."
oh well at least i can say i did something today
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heres a link to his blog.
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oh mama i broke my napping record today... feeling like a king right now! first it was the pre-nap-marathon warm-up napping at 11.00 because i slept at 1 yesterday night.
I woke at 2 pm... and then proceeded to eat my pre-nap-marathon nutritious meal of maggie mee and half a steamed chicken. i think my maid stole the other half... but never mind i forgive her because today is a special day... where i was gunning for sporting glory. Go for Gold!
At 2.30 pm after doing some stretching and psyching up, i took my redspot chem tys out and started reading TOPIC:6 Electrochemistry in order to make myself fall asleep. it was very effective... i started reading "1.(a) Describe how you could determine...." and blacked out... next thing i knew it was 3.30pm! i woke up to switch the fan on.... and went back to continue my marathon. looking at the tys, "1.(a) Describe how you could determine...." next thing i knew it was 4.30pm! man was i still going strong!! At that point in time i was getting excited because i sensed a new record coming... so i took out the tys again and started reading "1.(a) Describe how you could determine...." and man next thing i knew... it was 5.30pm!!! woohoo a new record!!! i am currently at the pinnacle of sporting achievement and i challenge anybody to break my record. And in order to round off a very well-spent day i decided to keep with tradition and finish reading the question that i started off with early in the afternoon "1.(a) Describe how you could determine a value for the Avogadro constant by electrolysis."
oh well at least i can say i did something today
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heres a link to his blog.
more parties...
jace () @ 11/07/2003 21:19:
hey lenny mines at chinablack 15 dec presale $22 for girls $25 for guys free flow, rnb till 3
thanks!
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gal () @ 11/08/2003 10:50:
27th there's one at Devil's bar $15 i think.
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itchy () @ 11/11/2003 01:10:
29th nov - zouk, 22presale, 25 at the door, i think
and 3 dec chinablack.
jace () @ 11/07/2003 21:19:
hey lenny mines at chinablack 15 dec presale $22 for girls $25 for guys free flow, rnb till 3
thanks!
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gal () @ 11/08/2003 10:50:
27th there's one at Devil's bar $15 i think.
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itchy () @ 11/11/2003 01:10:
29th nov - zouk, 22presale, 25 at the door, i think
and 3 dec chinablack.
i am quite sick of this. everytime i get together with yk and the others, when the subject of prom comes up, it inevitably leads to the post-prom party. at induz3. costing $30. and we will bitch and bitch and bitch.
so im here to ask. yehui or daniel if you're reading this let me just set somethings straight. i dont have anyhting personal against either of you, but i do have something against paying $30 for a pseudo club like induz3. can you please tell me why? i mean. if you have justified reasons then i can only shrug my shoulders. but if its to cash in on post prom, WHY WHY WHY? what this is is an example of allocative inefficiency. so please. for the sake of pareto optimality. dont overcharge.
so im here to ask. yehui or daniel if you're reading this let me just set somethings straight. i dont have anyhting personal against either of you, but i do have something against paying $30 for a pseudo club like induz3. can you please tell me why? i mean. if you have justified reasons then i can only shrug my shoulders. but if its to cash in on post prom, WHY WHY WHY? what this is is an example of allocative inefficiency. so please. for the sake of pareto optimality. dont overcharge.
2003-11-14
2003-11-13
its almost over. can you arleady anticipate the bass rattle in your bones when you next go clubbing? can you anticipate the many hours we'll loll away just chilling? can you anticipate the second hand smoke smell and the bite of alcohol?
godddddd yesssssss (actually that was a rhetorical qn and didnt req an answer. but just in case... )
i wont just fritter my time away tho... my holiday plans.
- re-do room
- organize photo outing
- revive les peitites monstres
- breathe life to some of my concepts
- read my list of books
- catch up with old friends
by writing it i am binding myself to it. i hope to accomplish that much.
godddddd yesssssss (actually that was a rhetorical qn and didnt req an answer. but just in case... )
i wont just fritter my time away tho... my holiday plans.
- re-do room
- organize photo outing
- revive les peitites monstres
- breathe life to some of my concepts
- read my list of books
- catch up with old friends
by writing it i am binding myself to it. i hope to accomplish that much.
2003-11-11
nights before an exam paper i cannot sleep. not that im excessively stressed or anything its juist i cannot sleep. i lie there in the dark and my eyes feel like out of the Clockwork Orange scene where they are held open with clips. so i'm getting quite tired now but thank goodness theres a break after thursday.
today i took a very vigorous shower. i scrubbed and scrubbed and exfoliated and conditioned and moisturized and i think kyle would be proud of me. =)
today i took a very vigorous shower. i scrubbed and scrubbed and exfoliated and conditioned and moisturized and i think kyle would be proud of me. =)
2003-11-10
econs essay and maths 1 today. not that they were exceptionally hard, but you know how it is when you try to predict an essay's worth. and to quote joan- 'maths was suspiciously easy'.
while going home, i was eating a bowl of chengteng*, i realized i had developed a taste for the ginko nuts. In reflection, it wasn't a sudden development, more a gradual one.
so i started thinking about changing tastes. when i was a kid, it was a simple enough situation. The Sweeter The Better. i heaped spoonfuls of sugar into my milo, and cereal was also accompanied with sugar. With burgers and what naught, it was ketchup.
but now, its more a question of subtle flavours and interplay. like. i remember hating beer! *PUI* but now its like the sweet nectar of the gods. and i better appreciate stronger cheeses, foie gras, almonds and my steaks are now without ketchup. and there is such a thing now as too sweet. I still cant appreciate wine, but most grown men do.
so it leads me to believe that as we age, we develop a more complex and subtle palate.
i fear i may acquire a taste for shit by the time im 60.
while going home, i was eating a bowl of chengteng*, i realized i had developed a taste for the ginko nuts. In reflection, it wasn't a sudden development, more a gradual one.
so i started thinking about changing tastes. when i was a kid, it was a simple enough situation. The Sweeter The Better. i heaped spoonfuls of sugar into my milo, and cereal was also accompanied with sugar. With burgers and what naught, it was ketchup.
but now, its more a question of subtle flavours and interplay. like. i remember hating beer! *PUI* but now its like the sweet nectar of the gods. and i better appreciate stronger cheeses, foie gras, almonds and my steaks are now without ketchup. and there is such a thing now as too sweet. I still cant appreciate wine, but most grown men do.
so it leads me to believe that as we age, we develop a more complex and subtle palate.
i fear i may acquire a taste for shit by the time im 60.
2003-11-08
i've been so bloody bored i've resorted to thrashy quizzes and 'evaluations' like this. noelle, the results say that we are 84% compatible. shit. i hope this doesnt mean we'll get married. but i like you all the same. (its mutual, ya?)
pretty soon i'll be watching tvMEDIA. "this is the ginzu knife!!! blba bla bla..." god help me!
pretty soon i'll be watching tvMEDIA. "this is the ginzu knife!!! blba bla bla..." god help me!
| The Big Five Personality Test |
| Extroverted | |||||||||||||||| | 68% |
| Introverted | |||||||||| | 32% |
| Friendly | |||||||||| | 38% |
| Aggressive | |||||||||||||||| | 62% |
| Orderly | |||||||||||| | 50% |
| Disorderly | |||||||||||| | 50% |
| Relaxed | |||||||||||||||| | 62% |
| Emotional | |||||||||| | 38% |
| Intellectual | |||||||||||||||| | 70% |
| Practical | |||||| | 30% |
Extroversion results were moderately high which suggests you are talkative, optimistic, sociable and affectionate but possibly not very reflective.
Friendliness results were moderately low which suggests you tend to be rude, uncooperative, and irritable.
Orderliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, reliable, neat, and ambitious.
Emotional Stability results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, unemotional but possibly too unobservant of your feelings.
Intellectualness results were high which suggests you are very creative, original, curious, imaginative but possibly not very practical.
Overall, you scored highest on Intellectualness and lowest on Friendliness.
| Personality Disorder Test Results
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Disorder Info
Eccentric Personality Disorders: Paranoid, Schizoid, Schizotypal
Individuals with these disorders often appear odd or peculiar.
Paranoid Personality Disorder - individual generally tends to interpret the actions of others as threatening.
Schizoid Personality Disorder - individual generally detached from social relationships, and shows a narrow range of emotional expression in various social settings.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder - individual is uncomfortable in close relationships, has thought or perceptual distortions, and peculiarities of behavior.
Dramatic Personality Disorders: Antisocial, Borderline, Histrionic, and Narcissistic
Individuals with these disorders have intense, unstable emotions, distorted self-perception, and/or behavioral impulsiveness.
Antisocial Personality Disorder - individual shows a pervasive disregard for, and violation of, the rights of others.
Borderline Personality Disorder - individual shows a generalized pattern of instability in interpersonal relationships, self-image, and observable emotions, and significant impulsiveness.
Histrionic Personality Disorder - individual often displays excessive emotionality and attention seeking in various contexts. They tend to overreact to other people, and are often perceived as shallow and self-centered.
Narcissistic Personality Disorder - individual has a grandiose view of themselves, a need for admiration, and a lack of empathy that begins by early adulthood and is present in various situations. These individuals are very demanding in their relationships.
Anxious Personality Disorders: Avoidant, Dependent, Obsessive-Compulsive
Individuals with these disorders often appear anxious or fearful.
Avoidant Personality Disorder - individual is socially inhibited, feels inadequate, and is oversensitive to criticism
Dependent Personality Disorder - individual shows an extreme need to be taken care of that leads to fears of separation, and passive and clinging behavior.
Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder - individual is preoccupied with orderliness, perfectionism, and control at the expense of flexibility, openness, and efficiency.
wa totally fucked up chinese B la. i intepreted the letter writing as 'tell a friend how you did for exams' when it was actually 'what you plan to do after the exams'. damn chinese being all ambiguous!!! So thats 25% of my grade down the hole, so i can just hope hope hope and someone else can pray for me too.
and i distinctly recall mr hodge (sch principal) telling me- "Don't worry lennard! i've never seen ANYONE fail chinese B!! ha ha ha! no one fails chinese B!"
Damn. I should've bet him on that.
and i distinctly recall mr hodge (sch principal) telling me- "Don't worry lennard! i've never seen ANYONE fail chinese B!! ha ha ha! no one fails chinese B!"
Damn. I should've bet him on that.
2003-11-06
so far here're the parties i know of. im sure theres loads more.
27th
er. something at centro and one more club... i forgot.
29th
Embassy. $25. Organizer- Yeow Kuan and Peter Goh
The party lasts till 6 in the morn, music RnB and probably the more synthetic sounds later in the night after 3?
call peter goh @ 98190768 to book
8th December
yes boys and girls this is the night of our prom!
there is
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Induz3. $25 (prebook) $30 (at door). Organizer- Yehui and Daniel
freeflow. till when unknown.
live music.
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Centro!!!. $16 (prebook) door price unknown. Organizer- Karl and Daxu.
1 free drink and tequila shots 1for1.
RnB
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My votes for centro. karl and daxu have had a good string of parties and this shouldnt be a let down (im being impartial here!) and its at centro, which i think the atmosphere is muchhh nicer. and its cheaper!
11th Dec
dbl O. $18. Organizer- Pat lee
2 free drinks, subsequent drinks at $3
david and jace sorry i forgot the dates to your parties. leave a comment would you please? thanks.
27th
er. something at centro and one more club... i forgot.
29th
Embassy. $25. Organizer- Yeow Kuan and Peter Goh
The party lasts till 6 in the morn, music RnB and probably the more synthetic sounds later in the night after 3?
call peter goh @ 98190768 to book
8th December
yes boys and girls this is the night of our prom!
there is
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Induz3. $25 (prebook) $30 (at door). Organizer- Yehui and Daniel
freeflow. till when unknown.
live music.
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Centro!!!. $16 (prebook) door price unknown. Organizer- Karl and Daxu.
1 free drink and tequila shots 1for1.
RnB
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My votes for centro. karl and daxu have had a good string of parties and this shouldnt be a let down (im being impartial here!) and its at centro, which i think the atmosphere is muchhh nicer. and its cheaper!
11th Dec
dbl O. $18. Organizer- Pat lee
2 free drinks, subsequent drinks at $3
david and jace sorry i forgot the dates to your parties. leave a comment would you please? thanks.
when noelle's driving, i'm in the habit of playing CD 5 Track 10. That is the Neptunes- half-steering. then, i would bomp and bump along to it and mouth whatever lyrics i know of it (which is a grand total of 'walking around... my head facing downn...' and 'citrus') and hop around the seat and play drum on my thighs and what naught, and today it occured to me that should any driver look, it would appear that i am having a seizure. coupled with the fact noelle drives very ernestly (to put it lightly) and somewhat unprofessionally (that is understating), it would look like she is trying to rush me to a hospital or something.
on an unrelated note, it also struck me that when guys say something sweet or nice to their girlfriend like during their anniversary or before they propose, they (more often than naught) go - "thank you very much for being there for me, and putting up with all my nonsense, and supporting me no matter what and bla bla bla." I think that is quite silly, because chances are you yourself are doing the same for her. And, how bad one get? (Noelle, reserve your comments please. thanks.) So, next time, should the occasion for me ever arise, I am going to go - "It's okay. You're Welcome."
today i studied in school and what i missed was that after doing a chapter or something, i would usually play a nice tune on my com should i be at home and bipbop around my room for a bit. today's highlight was while in ghim moh with yk and lil one, we sighted this girl with the MOST AWESOME PAIR OF KNOCKERS. i swear! its like... not ginormous, neither was it too small. it wasnt to saggy but it wasnt too perky. it also wasnt to close together or far apart. (i.e. the valley between the bosom was just right) in short, it was perfect. i wanted to go up right there and then and poke it.
chinese B syllabus exam tomorrow. i can only laugh. because of the hopelessness of the situation, and my resignation to it.
wan3 an1
on an unrelated note, it also struck me that when guys say something sweet or nice to their girlfriend like during their anniversary or before they propose, they (more often than naught) go - "thank you very much for being there for me, and putting up with all my nonsense, and supporting me no matter what and bla bla bla." I think that is quite silly, because chances are you yourself are doing the same for her. And, how bad one get? (Noelle, reserve your comments please. thanks.) So, next time, should the occasion for me ever arise, I am going to go - "It's okay. You're Welcome."
today i studied in school and what i missed was that after doing a chapter or something, i would usually play a nice tune on my com should i be at home and bipbop around my room for a bit. today's highlight was while in ghim moh with yk and lil one, we sighted this girl with the MOST AWESOME PAIR OF KNOCKERS. i swear! its like... not ginormous, neither was it too small. it wasnt to saggy but it wasnt too perky. it also wasnt to close together or far apart. (i.e. the valley between the bosom was just right) in short, it was perfect. i wanted to go up right there and then and poke it.
chinese B syllabus exam tomorrow. i can only laugh. because of the hopelessness of the situation, and my resignation to it.
wan3 an1
2003-11-05
The crux of the day is at 3 p.m. Before that, it feels like the day is still young. and you study at a leisurely pace, occasionally getting up from your seat to play a nice song and prance around the room. Then 3 hits. and its a whole new ball game. 'Oh no! the better part of the day is lost!' and things heat up and you sit your ass down to study study study till 6 and oh yay! its time for the Simpsons!
So the tv and the newspapers tide you over till 8, Just Shoot Me! has just ended and again you go 'oh no!' but this time it isnt so dismal you also say to yourself 'the night has just begun! a night of STUDY!' and so you retreat back to your hovel and study study and oh my where did time fly to its 11.
Cardinal Sin according to the Gospel of Lennard- Studying Past 11. yup. That is a big no-no, because if you study on, you sleep later, and then you wake up lateR and the cycle repeats and before you know it its the day of you're A levels but Oh Fuck!!! I overslept!!!
So at 11 its time to go take the frozen banana you put in the fridge in that morning, suck on it then attend to matters of personal hygiene and its personal time usually spent reading a story book (yes i like calling it Story Book. Its so quaint) till 1230 and its lights out and good night to every little person may you sleep tight.
of course, once the exams are over, it will be a case of how we only come out at night, cause the days are just too bright. we'll only come out at night.
there. i have blogged a 'what i did today' entry.
So the tv and the newspapers tide you over till 8, Just Shoot Me! has just ended and again you go 'oh no!' but this time it isnt so dismal you also say to yourself 'the night has just begun! a night of STUDY!' and so you retreat back to your hovel and study study and oh my where did time fly to its 11.
Cardinal Sin according to the Gospel of Lennard- Studying Past 11. yup. That is a big no-no, because if you study on, you sleep later, and then you wake up lateR and the cycle repeats and before you know it its the day of you're A levels but Oh Fuck!!! I overslept!!!
So at 11 its time to go take the frozen banana you put in the fridge in that morning, suck on it then attend to matters of personal hygiene and its personal time usually spent reading a story book (yes i like calling it Story Book. Its so quaint) till 1230 and its lights out and good night to every little person may you sleep tight.
of course, once the exams are over, it will be a case of how we only come out at night, cause the days are just too bright. we'll only come out at night.
there. i have blogged a 'what i did today' entry.
2003-11-04
'... But evidence suggests that economic theory explains some suicides. The economists proposed that the value of a life might be calculated the same way we value companies: Measure all the happiness a life might contain, discount it by the cost of achieving that happiness, and if the net present joie de vivre is less than zero, suicide is a viable option.
Previous studies had demonstrated that as personal incomes rise, the propensity for suicide falls (presumably, money does buy some happiness). Marcotte's insight was that individuals contemplating suicide do not just choose between life and death. Rather, they choose between three alternatives: life, death, and the gray area of unsuccessful suicide, which may be negative (expensive injury and permanent disability) or positive (a "cry for help" that elicits attention).
The resulting formula contains a somewhat paradoxical conclusion: Attempting suicide can be a rational choice, but only if there is a high likelihood it will cause the attempter's life to significantly improve.
Marcotte couldn't test the relative "life improvement" of successful suicides—since they were, of course, dead—but he could study those who had failed at suicide to determine if their lives improved after the attempt. The results are surprising. Marcotte's study found that after people attempt suicide and fail, their incomes increase by an average of 20.6 percent compared to peers who seriously contemplate suicide but never make an attempt. In fact, the more serious the attempt, the larger the boost—"hard-suicide" attempts, in which luck is the only reason the attempts fail, are associated with a 36.3 percent increase in income. (The presence of nonattempters as a control group suggests the suicide effort is the root cause of the boost.)
Why should suicide be an economic boon? Once you attempt suicide you suddenly have access to lots of resources—medical care, psychiatric attention, familial love and concern—that were previously expensive or unavailable. Doubters may ask why the depressed don't seek out resources earlier. But studies have demonstrated that psychological and familial resources become "cheaper" after a suicide attempt: It is difficult to find free medical care when you are sad, but once you try to kill yourself, it's forced on you....'
- an excerpt from The Economics of Suicide
Previous studies had demonstrated that as personal incomes rise, the propensity for suicide falls (presumably, money does buy some happiness). Marcotte's insight was that individuals contemplating suicide do not just choose between life and death. Rather, they choose between three alternatives: life, death, and the gray area of unsuccessful suicide, which may be negative (expensive injury and permanent disability) or positive (a "cry for help" that elicits attention).
The resulting formula contains a somewhat paradoxical conclusion: Attempting suicide can be a rational choice, but only if there is a high likelihood it will cause the attempter's life to significantly improve.
Marcotte couldn't test the relative "life improvement" of successful suicides—since they were, of course, dead—but he could study those who had failed at suicide to determine if their lives improved after the attempt. The results are surprising. Marcotte's study found that after people attempt suicide and fail, their incomes increase by an average of 20.6 percent compared to peers who seriously contemplate suicide but never make an attempt. In fact, the more serious the attempt, the larger the boost—"hard-suicide" attempts, in which luck is the only reason the attempts fail, are associated with a 36.3 percent increase in income. (The presence of nonattempters as a control group suggests the suicide effort is the root cause of the boost.)
Why should suicide be an economic boon? Once you attempt suicide you suddenly have access to lots of resources—medical care, psychiatric attention, familial love and concern—that were previously expensive or unavailable. Doubters may ask why the depressed don't seek out resources earlier. But studies have demonstrated that psychological and familial resources become "cheaper" after a suicide attempt: It is difficult to find free medical care when you are sad, but once you try to kill yourself, it's forced on you....'
- an excerpt from The Economics of Suicide
omg omg omg! the elite models are so fuckin hot. i hope to one day cluelessly wander into a photoshoot of theirs and they'll go - 'awwwww heres a cute lil' lost boy!' and they'll all fawn over me like a lost kitten. some of them are what... 14? 15? and they look bloody 20 something! ee. compare a 14 year old there to a 14 year old here!
i can only hang my head in dismay...
p.s: yea yea i know. we guys dont cut it either. bah.
i can only hang my head in dismay...
p.s: yea yea i know. we guys dont cut it either. bah.
2003-11-03
this one's for you sandra!
i havent blogged in a bit because well... i didnt think you'd wanna be regaled with stories of how 'today, i got stuck at qn 4 doing the hwa chong paper. how how. im butt fucked'. of course, thats not going to happen because
1) thats just plain boring!
2) I never did any hwa chong paper (they are insane!)
so instead... let me tell you about my skincare... which is in shambles! warning! never use Clean&Clear Deep Cleansing Action! My skin feels as tho it has been exfoliated with a bloody cheese grater. i dont know what to use. how. and i cannot leave this problem unchecked if not in a few days pop pop pop pimpleville. any suggestions... sigh.
hmm taht aside. there is 'Are You Hot?' tonight! thrashy as it is, it is a must watch! i wish there were more svelte guys on the show.... so far most of them are nothing but cow-sized hunks of beef, which is... eyuch. you know there are leg guys and ass guys and boob guys. im wondering whats my poison. i mean. a nice full bosom is a thing to behold (in every sense of the word!), while longg slender legs are droolsome. but a lovely ass. ayeyaiyai! esp now with pant lines going lower and lower and skirts riding higher and higher! I still remember my first formal Ass Appreciation session, taught to me by Syl with Ching as the subject.
"look at it lennard! its not too round and it doesnt sag. its perky but not too out there."
"aahhhhhhhhh...."
so would that make me a wholistic person?
i havent blogged in a bit because well... i didnt think you'd wanna be regaled with stories of how 'today, i got stuck at qn 4 doing the hwa chong paper. how how. im butt fucked'. of course, thats not going to happen because
1) thats just plain boring!
2) I never did any hwa chong paper (they are insane!)
so instead... let me tell you about my skincare... which is in shambles! warning! never use Clean&Clear Deep Cleansing Action! My skin feels as tho it has been exfoliated with a bloody cheese grater. i dont know what to use. how. and i cannot leave this problem unchecked if not in a few days pop pop pop pimpleville. any suggestions... sigh.
hmm taht aside. there is 'Are You Hot?' tonight! thrashy as it is, it is a must watch! i wish there were more svelte guys on the show.... so far most of them are nothing but cow-sized hunks of beef, which is... eyuch. you know there are leg guys and ass guys and boob guys. im wondering whats my poison. i mean. a nice full bosom is a thing to behold (in every sense of the word!), while longg slender legs are droolsome. but a lovely ass. ayeyaiyai! esp now with pant lines going lower and lower and skirts riding higher and higher! I still remember my first formal Ass Appreciation session, taught to me by Syl with Ching as the subject.
"look at it lennard! its not too round and it doesnt sag. its perky but not too out there."
"aahhhhhhhhh...."
so would that make me a wholistic person?
2003-10-31
whats worse than finding hair in your food? finding a curly strand of hair in your food. yucks. it looks like a pube and i'd like to think that no maybe the cook just has a curley mop of hair but ugh what if its really a pube? how did it get there? i can think of a few situations... like. maybe he was scratching his balls and a loose pube made it to his hand then to the food. or maybe. he hates you. and he purposely put it there. or maybe. he was banging a chick and a pube fell on the food. which begs another qn... why is he banging someone when hes supposed to be cooking? (it happens! read Antony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential! it totally makes cooks sound like an underground cult)
so today i got $50 of my allowance what being the hopeless spender i am i walked into a CD shop and saw this CD and that CD and went oh oh oh i want i want!! so now im the proud owner of Lou Reed- Raven, Marilyn Manson- Mechanical Animals, and Jerry Seinfeld- I'm Telling You for the Last Time. mind you, they're all second hand so it was quite a deal, no? abt $9 per cd.
I've watched all 11 episodes of Queer Eye and now i feel lost. They can't do this! They can't make such a brilliantly funny show with golden nuggets of info and just stop at 11! I hope more comes... i fear withdrawal.
jok, yeah. that was nasty. damn bitch.
heh.
so today i got $50 of my allowance what being the hopeless spender i am i walked into a CD shop and saw this CD and that CD and went oh oh oh i want i want!! so now im the proud owner of Lou Reed- Raven, Marilyn Manson- Mechanical Animals, and Jerry Seinfeld- I'm Telling You for the Last Time. mind you, they're all second hand so it was quite a deal, no? abt $9 per cd.
I've watched all 11 episodes of Queer Eye and now i feel lost. They can't do this! They can't make such a brilliantly funny show with golden nuggets of info and just stop at 11! I hope more comes... i fear withdrawal.
jok, yeah. that was nasty. damn bitch.
heh.
2003-10-30
before i go on, a rant-
Damn you to hell silent voyeuristc readers! why dont you interact?!?!?! I asked for party dates, nah uh, no reply. I asked about haiku. Nah uh, no reply. its like im talking to a stone wall, or having like. sex with a corpse. eyuch. and no i do not have such extreme sexual fetishes. ugh.
ok that aside (not that im not huffy about it anymore. i still am!), i know this sounds sooo obvious its stupid but if i didnt like girls so much i'd sooo be gay. i've been majorly watching Queer Eye for The Straight Guy its damn entertaining!
i miss the old red and black of my old room. after the exams, i am going to redo my room, bringing back the old red and black motif. its so sensual. i love change.
yoonlin you said something i wont forget in the near future. (which assures you a somewhat immortal state in my consciousness!)
lenn: oh no yoon! noelle and i are... aiya. dunno. but how how how.
yoon: aiya you! stop it la! nothing wrong then complain! you just loooveeee conflict la.
yea. kinda ironic huh cause my chinese name means 'king of the river' or something adn its supposed to paint a tranquil picture but no instead you ahve this lennard here who loves to play with fire and likes chaos and likes it when things are going boom boom bomp rather than the peaceful swishhh of water flowing down a stream. you have a lennard that loves it when its storming and thunder cracks and the rain falls so hard it sounds like marbles hitting the floor, who loves hitting girls and hurling insults and snide remarks. in the words of les, a 'shit-stirrer'.
Damn you to hell silent voyeuristc readers! why dont you interact?!?!?! I asked for party dates, nah uh, no reply. I asked about haiku. Nah uh, no reply. its like im talking to a stone wall, or having like. sex with a corpse. eyuch. and no i do not have such extreme sexual fetishes. ugh.
ok that aside (not that im not huffy about it anymore. i still am!), i know this sounds sooo obvious its stupid but if i didnt like girls so much i'd sooo be gay. i've been majorly watching Queer Eye for The Straight Guy its damn entertaining!
i miss the old red and black of my old room. after the exams, i am going to redo my room, bringing back the old red and black motif. its so sensual. i love change.
yoonlin you said something i wont forget in the near future. (which assures you a somewhat immortal state in my consciousness!)
lenn: oh no yoon! noelle and i are... aiya. dunno. but how how how.
yoon: aiya you! stop it la! nothing wrong then complain! you just loooveeee conflict la.
yea. kinda ironic huh cause my chinese name means 'king of the river' or something adn its supposed to paint a tranquil picture but no instead you ahve this lennard here who loves to play with fire and likes chaos and likes it when things are going boom boom bomp rather than the peaceful swishhh of water flowing down a stream. you have a lennard that loves it when its storming and thunder cracks and the rain falls so hard it sounds like marbles hitting the floor, who loves hitting girls and hurling insults and snide remarks. in the words of les, a 'shit-stirrer'.
2003-10-29
2003-10-28
do androids dream of electric sheep.*
'forever young' has been playing in a constant loop. over and over and over. whenever i am in my room. i dont know whether to smile at the thought or scowl at the impossibility of the notion.
i just want to be forever young. as you grow older, its all downhill.
because. you're world is so much smaller and easier to handle. and. because. if you screw up, there is the excuse of 'hes just a kid. give him a chance'. and because of the childish innocence that accompanies it but thats the same as my first pt i guess. i want unadultered happiness again. you know the smile on a baby's face as a parent makes silly faces at it. see? even the term. 'un-adultered' speaks volumes for adulthood.
i dont know about you but thats my reason for all the alcohol and whatnaught. it dumbs you down to a child. how pleasant the feeling is. but the trick is to drink just enough. too much and you even lose motor skills. there. back to age 1. too little and its not going to help.
i hate my more humane moments when i reflect. about the people i miss. what i do. and all that. go away. leave me alone.
darryl called me today.
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hi darryl. thanks for calling. it was really very nice to hear from you after sometime. yes after the A's we will go on a photo safari. heh hopefully with those new vintage cameras huh? more importantly yes lets spend some time because its what we always used to do and it was always very fun. how about a sleepover at your place and we can order pizza and i can make you eat more than me and we can watch simpson videos or cheesy comedies and we can play black jack and bingo with your mom and sa sa. it was always fun. do you miss it a bit? i do. its a pity we grow up and grow apart.
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i am feeling very reminiscent and... i am just feeling alot now. like a tsunami. and its not something i enjoy. which is why i advocate the indulgence in empty excesses. because it distracts. and what of the long run? when the music dies? well. In the long run, we are all dead.
So goddamnit, fuck it. right jok?
*does it matter...*
*this is actually a book. and it was made into a movie. Blade Runner.
'forever young' has been playing in a constant loop. over and over and over. whenever i am in my room. i dont know whether to smile at the thought or scowl at the impossibility of the notion.
i just want to be forever young. as you grow older, its all downhill.
because. you're world is so much smaller and easier to handle. and. because. if you screw up, there is the excuse of 'hes just a kid. give him a chance'. and because of the childish innocence that accompanies it but thats the same as my first pt i guess. i want unadultered happiness again. you know the smile on a baby's face as a parent makes silly faces at it. see? even the term. 'un-adultered' speaks volumes for adulthood.
i dont know about you but thats my reason for all the alcohol and whatnaught. it dumbs you down to a child. how pleasant the feeling is. but the trick is to drink just enough. too much and you even lose motor skills. there. back to age 1. too little and its not going to help.
i hate my more humane moments when i reflect. about the people i miss. what i do. and all that. go away. leave me alone.
darryl called me today.
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hi darryl. thanks for calling. it was really very nice to hear from you after sometime. yes after the A's we will go on a photo safari. heh hopefully with those new vintage cameras huh? more importantly yes lets spend some time because its what we always used to do and it was always very fun. how about a sleepover at your place and we can order pizza and i can make you eat more than me and we can watch simpson videos or cheesy comedies and we can play black jack and bingo with your mom and sa sa. it was always fun. do you miss it a bit? i do. its a pity we grow up and grow apart.
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i am feeling very reminiscent and... i am just feeling alot now. like a tsunami. and its not something i enjoy. which is why i advocate the indulgence in empty excesses. because it distracts. and what of the long run? when the music dies? well. In the long run, we are all dead.
So goddamnit, fuck it. right jok?
*does it matter...*
*this is actually a book. and it was made into a movie. Blade Runner.
2003-10-27
you know what would be nice? to have a soundtrack to my life. better yet. a movie. with an accompanying soundtrack.
lesse. during my more excruciating moments like training, Eye of the Tiger would play in the background, and the camera would zoom into the steeled determination of my eyes, with me muttering under my breath- "fuck i ain't no body's bitch. fuck i'll show the mother fucker. fuck you lennard you can take it and still smile. mother fucker thinks he can beat me down. fucking muther fucker" you see when you're tired your brain kinda cant function properly and the vocabulary is rather limited to say the least.
oh! lets not forget the crux of the whole event! my birth! the camera would zoom into the murky blackness of my mothers nether regions, then... in yellow scrolling text...
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Accompanied by John Willams title track, 'Rebel Blackade Runner'. Cinematic History baby.
of course the great times shared with Bruce. (I know you're reading this! i know you're happy i mentioned you! YOU!), Billy Corgan would take us in hand. (you're smiling as you read this aren't you? huh huh?)
Metallica would screeeeecchhhh in protest when i play on the field... S&M, the album where they're accompanied by a full orchaestra. 'Devil's Dance', 'Man And Wolf', 'Nothing Else Matters'.
Every heartbreak would have a lone shot of me staring into the sky... with a lone tear dripping from my eyes*. and N'Sync backing me up. (no. i don't really do that.)
*"Men's tears are precious. Cannot anyhow waste..." - 15 the movie
Forever Young would play when i am old and get my first heart bypass.
Genevieve. ah. you get. 'At the Beginning', epitomising our naive hopes for a forever together.
Syl. Yours is kinda... static. maybe the sound of me tripping over myself?
Such. 'That Thing You Do.' because that's the only explanation i can give.
Joan? for you, is there any other? 'Dilemma', just because...
Noelle. we'll see?
oh my there's so much to write. i guess this will have to be a running post.
till next time, study hard j2s. After the exams, we'll all be hedonists. and my place will be the hive of all matter of drunkedness and debauchery. everyone's invited*. =)
*not everyone. i dont know some of you who read my blog. those... arent invited. sorry?
lesse. during my more excruciating moments like training, Eye of the Tiger would play in the background, and the camera would zoom into the steeled determination of my eyes, with me muttering under my breath- "fuck i ain't no body's bitch. fuck i'll show the mother fucker. fuck you lennard you can take it and still smile. mother fucker thinks he can beat me down. fucking muther fucker" you see when you're tired your brain kinda cant function properly and the vocabulary is rather limited to say the least.
oh! lets not forget the crux of the whole event! my birth! the camera would zoom into the murky blackness of my mothers nether regions, then... in yellow scrolling text...
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Accompanied by John Willams title track, 'Rebel Blackade Runner'. Cinematic History baby.
of course the great times shared with Bruce. (I know you're reading this! i know you're happy i mentioned you! YOU!), Billy Corgan would take us in hand. (you're smiling as you read this aren't you? huh huh?)
Metallica would screeeeecchhhh in protest when i play on the field... S&M, the album where they're accompanied by a full orchaestra. 'Devil's Dance', 'Man And Wolf', 'Nothing Else Matters'.
Every heartbreak would have a lone shot of me staring into the sky... with a lone tear dripping from my eyes*. and N'Sync backing me up. (no. i don't really do that.)
*"Men's tears are precious. Cannot anyhow waste..." - 15 the movie
Forever Young would play when i am old and get my first heart bypass.
Genevieve. ah. you get. 'At the Beginning', epitomising our naive hopes for a forever together.
Syl. Yours is kinda... static. maybe the sound of me tripping over myself?
Such. 'That Thing You Do.' because that's the only explanation i can give.
Joan? for you, is there any other? 'Dilemma', just because...
Noelle. we'll see?
oh my there's so much to write. i guess this will have to be a running post.
till next time, study hard j2s. After the exams, we'll all be hedonists. and my place will be the hive of all matter of drunkedness and debauchery. everyone's invited*. =)
*not everyone. i dont know some of you who read my blog. those... arent invited. sorry?
I cannot wait to burst into Zouk on a ahbengish wednesday night with the weight of the exams off my shoulders and hit the dance floor and down whiskey like the liquid gold it is. heh. anyone game? grin.
I am pining for this specific tune...
'Forever young! I want to be FOREVER YOUNGGGG!!!!!
Do you really want to live foreverr
Forever - and everrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!'
I will close my eyes and belt out that tune in ecstacy. It will be euphoric! eh party partner, you up for it? (yaeh reah... i know you'll be done a week earlier... dont rub it in... :P)
lets sing it... altogether now!!!
Why don't they stay young?
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We'll let them come true
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever - and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young!
Do you really want to live forever
Forever - and everrrrrrrrr
I am pining for this specific tune...
'Forever young! I want to be FOREVER YOUNGGGG!!!!!
Do you really want to live foreverr
Forever - and everrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!'
I will close my eyes and belt out that tune in ecstacy. It will be euphoric! eh party partner, you up for it? (yaeh reah... i know you'll be done a week earlier... dont rub it in... :P)
lets sing it... altogether now!!!
Why don't they stay young?
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We'll let them come true
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever - and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young!
Do you really want to live forever
Forever - and everrrrrrrrr
i've had a recurrant thought in my head over the past few days. it started off as - 'the human experience is relative'.
and as i thought about it and debated within, it has finally emerged as thus- 'the human experience is relative to itself, extremes not withstanding'.
a lovely thesis statement, albeit its for a question that was never asked.
meaning. if you're born somewhere without like aircon and all that, you'll consider the humid nights normal, whereas if you were used to an airconditioned sleep, you'd consider it very uncomfortable. there. relative to itself. extremes not withstanding... well... i dont care what you're used to, if i chop your balls off, its just going to hurt just as much as the next guy. there. disregarding extremes.
i'm very pleased with myself. .
and as i thought about it and debated within, it has finally emerged as thus- 'the human experience is relative to itself, extremes not withstanding'.
a lovely thesis statement, albeit its for a question that was never asked.
meaning. if you're born somewhere without like aircon and all that, you'll consider the humid nights normal, whereas if you were used to an airconditioned sleep, you'd consider it very uncomfortable. there. relative to itself. extremes not withstanding... well... i dont care what you're used to, if i chop your balls off, its just going to hurt just as much as the next guy. there. disregarding extremes.
i'm very pleased with myself. .
2003-10-26
Movie Review- 15
brief intro-
follows the trials and tribulations of a group of ahbeng friends, letting one a glimpse of their hopeless and often misunderstood world. tada.
15 is an uncomfortable movie to watch. There are long takes on very jaring scenes, such as when Shaun had to smuggle drugs by stuffing condoms filled with E down his throat. Other scenes involve one of the Ah Beng's whoring himself out to gays for money (it was implied that he contracted Aids), and another very jarring scene of a youth slashing himself repeatedly. Subsituting for a ghetto switch blade is a convenient pen knife. how local.
A strong theme throughout the whole movie is that of 'brotherhood'. Interestingly was how they percieved it- it isn't about looking out for your 'brothers' self-interests, but helping him with whatever request he may have- to the extent of helping one of the 'brothers' find a grand building to suicide off such that 'all of singapore will know'. (They eventually settled for the esplanade.)
The 2 scenes that struck me the most-
1) A middle aged woman was staring at the ahbengs in the bus. Of course they didnt take it too kindly and started to harrass her with the standard shouts of "Chao Chee Bai Lian!" and whatnaught, but one statement struck a chord- "why you stare at us? we are human too we oso got feelings leh!"
2) while admiring pornographic material of the net, one of them commented- "wa! so big! damn nice can! wonder if real or not..." to which another replied- "aiyo... perfection is never real la!"
pesudo Zen Of Motorcycle Maintenance eh? Kinda like. Zen Of Ah Beng.
It is a sad and disturbing movie to watch. With many touching scenes in a warped sense. (one scene, 2 of the friends slept with each holding the other), and many many hilarious moments (e.g. trying to tape a plastic bag over a drunk friends mouth so he wont puke all over)
Go watch it. Once. and be done with it.
brief intro-
follows the trials and tribulations of a group of ahbeng friends, letting one a glimpse of their hopeless and often misunderstood world. tada.
15 is an uncomfortable movie to watch. There are long takes on very jaring scenes, such as when Shaun had to smuggle drugs by stuffing condoms filled with E down his throat. Other scenes involve one of the Ah Beng's whoring himself out to gays for money (it was implied that he contracted Aids), and another very jarring scene of a youth slashing himself repeatedly. Subsituting for a ghetto switch blade is a convenient pen knife. how local.
A strong theme throughout the whole movie is that of 'brotherhood'. Interestingly was how they percieved it- it isn't about looking out for your 'brothers' self-interests, but helping him with whatever request he may have- to the extent of helping one of the 'brothers' find a grand building to suicide off such that 'all of singapore will know'. (They eventually settled for the esplanade.)
The 2 scenes that struck me the most-
1) A middle aged woman was staring at the ahbengs in the bus. Of course they didnt take it too kindly and started to harrass her with the standard shouts of "Chao Chee Bai Lian!" and whatnaught, but one statement struck a chord- "why you stare at us? we are human too we oso got feelings leh!"
2) while admiring pornographic material of the net, one of them commented- "wa! so big! damn nice can! wonder if real or not..." to which another replied- "aiyo... perfection is never real la!"
pesudo Zen Of Motorcycle Maintenance eh? Kinda like. Zen Of Ah Beng.
It is a sad and disturbing movie to watch. With many touching scenes in a warped sense. (one scene, 2 of the friends slept with each holding the other), and many many hilarious moments (e.g. trying to tape a plastic bag over a drunk friends mouth so he wont puke all over)
Go watch it. Once. and be done with it.
2003-10-25
for the benefit of sanjeev who is so easily placated with childish rhyme-
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her, very well.
and just to show that mr jarvis cocker is up to the task,
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move,
we're making it now,
we're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah.
We want your homes,
we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns,
we won't use bombs,
we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
and not all these lyrics are from This Is Hardcore. Some are from Different Class, which i've had to pleasure to recently get my hand on. Its really very nice! tongue in cheek full of sexual innuendo. And its more roots rock, if you know what i mean, without the mixers and whatnaught.
I'd give a more indepth review but unfortunately Complex Numbers beckons. With some practice, its actually quite elementary at our level. hah.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her, very well.
and just to show that mr jarvis cocker is up to the task,
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move,
we're making it now,
we're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah.
We want your homes,
we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns,
we won't use bombs,
we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
and not all these lyrics are from This Is Hardcore. Some are from Different Class, which i've had to pleasure to recently get my hand on. Its really very nice! tongue in cheek full of sexual innuendo. And its more roots rock, if you know what i mean, without the mixers and whatnaught.
I'd give a more indepth review but unfortunately Complex Numbers beckons. With some practice, its actually quite elementary at our level. hah.
2003-10-24
let me pelt you with the lyrical genius that is jarvis cocker...
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on
that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.
-
I'd like to make this water wine
but it's impossible.
I've got to get these dishes dry
-
Help the aged,
one time they were just like you,
drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue.
Help the aged,
don't just put them in a home,
can't have much fun when they're all on their own.
Give a hand, if you can,
try and help them to unwind.
Give them hope and give them comfort
cos they're running out of time.
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on
that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.
-
I'd like to make this water wine
but it's impossible.
I've got to get these dishes dry
-
Help the aged,
one time they were just like you,
drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue.
Help the aged,
don't just put them in a home,
can't have much fun when they're all on their own.
Give a hand, if you can,
try and help them to unwind.
Give them hope and give them comfort
cos they're running out of time.
2003-10-23
ok dont worry! i found my pencil case!
my dad left for shanghai today. i didnt know he was leaving till yest, but anyway, everytime before he leaves the country, he always does the same thing- "lennard, if anything happens, i just took out more insurance policies just remember to claim them and remember you are the man of the house ok?" its very disconcerting. On one hand, he is my dad and i hope nothign happens to him. on the other, it is a hell lot of insurance cash. but the former wins out and i hpe he comes home safe.
yishi's bdae dinner today. i learned that veal is baby cow. i was previously under the impression it was baby lamb. my misconceptions were blown away when tiff told me lamb was baby sheep. and i thought they were two differnt species. damnit. oh. Kid is baby goat! whod'a guessed, huh?
my dad left for shanghai today. i didnt know he was leaving till yest, but anyway, everytime before he leaves the country, he always does the same thing- "lennard, if anything happens, i just took out more insurance policies just remember to claim them and remember you are the man of the house ok?" its very disconcerting. On one hand, he is my dad and i hope nothign happens to him. on the other, it is a hell lot of insurance cash. but the former wins out and i hpe he comes home safe.
yishi's bdae dinner today. i learned that veal is baby cow. i was previously under the impression it was baby lamb. my misconceptions were blown away when tiff told me lamb was baby sheep. and i thought they were two differnt species. damnit. oh. Kid is baby goat! whod'a guessed, huh?
2003-10-21
today i was around esplanade area, and there were throngs of asian tourists. you know the kind im talking about-
a group tour badge, obiang clothes, a cap that says 'chan brother travels' or somethign like that. they were posing and snapping photos away, but the interesting thing was their choice of pose. let me show you.
something like that. only thing, their facial expressions were much more stoned. it was like their grandmother grandfather died. they looked positively pained. it was a very funny contrast to their pose. thats all i ahve to say.
good night
p.s: no i dont usually tuck my shirt in so tight. it was for dramatic effect you dolt.
a group tour badge, obiang clothes, a cap that says 'chan brother travels' or somethign like that. they were posing and snapping photos away, but the interesting thing was their choice of pose. let me show you.
something like that. only thing, their facial expressions were much more stoned. it was like their grandmother grandfather died. they looked positively pained. it was a very funny contrast to their pose. thats all i ahve to say.
good night
p.s: no i dont usually tuck my shirt in so tight. it was for dramatic effect you dolt.
2003-10-20
girls are silly silly silly. we guys are lucky. we dont have to be handsome or buff or rich, we just have to act like we think we are and you silly girls go swoon swoon swoon 'oooh! he has such confidence!'
guys on the other hand are not fooled by this little charade! if your ugly, god damnit, your ugly!*
*disclaimer: this is in no way a reflection of my judging a person on the whole. i've no doubt that there are other redeeming qualities like personality, intelligence and the elusive x-factor. and those are appealing qualities too. alls im saying, is in the physical sense, if your ugly, god damnit, your ugly!*
guys on the other hand are not fooled by this little charade! if your ugly, god damnit, your ugly!*
*disclaimer: this is in no way a reflection of my judging a person on the whole. i've no doubt that there are other redeeming qualities like personality, intelligence and the elusive x-factor. and those are appealing qualities too. alls im saying, is in the physical sense, if your ugly, god damnit, your ugly!*
2003-10-19
you know seeing cher shup zhi and all still so tight after so many years i wonder to myself how about me where is my grounding group of friends who are 'constant as the northern star'. its quite a scary thought but to put it nicely, im not tied down to anything or anyone. to put it bluntly, neither am i supported by anything. just a thought.
its just a lazy hazy sunday babes. smashing fun last night. lesse... heres the run down
so okay, i studied in the morn and aft, so dont hassle me there. at night. Ah Hah! thats where it heats up. sher's bday at raku bar and when i got there i was greeted with a glorious tray full of whiskey shots, and i kissed many a shot glass. zhi meow shup cher rosie were all there and it was nice catchin up after so long... everyone looked the same from when we used to hang out during sec 4, jus some of them had new guys hangin on their arms. haha.
after that dropped by alex's party at his place. HAHAHA. j1's drunk everywhere it was quite a sight. haha. alex your maid is dmn funky and fun to talk to. his maid was bartending! how cool is that. i wonder if i can get chalimah up to the task... tzi and i. had. an encounter. or several to be specific. i'm a slut.
so okay, i studied in the morn and aft, so dont hassle me there. at night. Ah Hah! thats where it heats up. sher's bday at raku bar and when i got there i was greeted with a glorious tray full of whiskey shots, and i kissed many a shot glass. zhi meow shup cher rosie were all there and it was nice catchin up after so long... everyone looked the same from when we used to hang out during sec 4, jus some of them had new guys hangin on their arms. haha.
after that dropped by alex's party at his place. HAHAHA. j1's drunk everywhere it was quite a sight. haha. alex your maid is dmn funky and fun to talk to. his maid was bartending! how cool is that. i wonder if i can get chalimah up to the task... tzi and i. had. an encounter. or several to be specific. i'm a slut.
2003-10-18
2003-10-17
i've experienced an epiphany. well. a revelation more like, courtesy leon ong-
"Lennard... i think you have excess oestrogen. look. you have an hour glass figure and maybe thats why you're like... er... that."
'that', of course, well... if you know me you know what 'that' is. many a time i have cursed my body! oh with narrow shoulders and wide hips, but i am too lazy to go to the gym to fix it, so i've since stopped complaining.
today's weather is very very dreary, its like. an atmospheric landscape to the sombre news in the papers. yes. today's paper is full of sad terrible news. but there was an amusing article- a study by aquafresh toothpaste found that most british people had breath that was worse than their pets. and that women had the highest proportion of bad breath. and scots have a freshest breath. on the topic of scots, did you know ewan mcgregor was once awarded by a magazine to possess 'the most beautiful penis'. for the record i think penises, in general, are quite ugly, some uglier than others. some look like dehydrated cocktail weiners. but yes some are glorious, full and healthy with bounce and healthy skin. hah.
my my what an odd progression of ideas... from the weather, to the newspaper, to breath, to scots, to penises. Welcome to Wonderland.
"Lennard... i think you have excess oestrogen. look. you have an hour glass figure and maybe thats why you're like... er... that."
'that', of course, well... if you know me you know what 'that' is. many a time i have cursed my body! oh with narrow shoulders and wide hips, but i am too lazy to go to the gym to fix it, so i've since stopped complaining.
today's weather is very very dreary, its like. an atmospheric landscape to the sombre news in the papers. yes. today's paper is full of sad terrible news. but there was an amusing article- a study by aquafresh toothpaste found that most british people had breath that was worse than their pets. and that women had the highest proportion of bad breath. and scots have a freshest breath. on the topic of scots, did you know ewan mcgregor was once awarded by a magazine to possess 'the most beautiful penis'. for the record i think penises, in general, are quite ugly, some uglier than others. some look like dehydrated cocktail weiners. but yes some are glorious, full and healthy with bounce and healthy skin. hah.
my my what an odd progression of ideas... from the weather, to the newspaper, to breath, to scots, to penises. Welcome to Wonderland.
2003-10-16
i know i said i wouldn't turn on my com anymore but it was late and i really missed checking my usual bookmarks so yes yes naughty naughty me went to plug my com in. i am bad ass, as you can see. so mothers hide your daughters. i would have to say the best part was checking sandra's blog again. i like reading that. oh and the pics on collegehumour.com. hur hur.
(normally i wouldnt go hur hur cuz its stupid. no one laughs like that. but ok. maybe neanderthals (living in netherland) go like that and collegehumour is neanderthal humour so there. hur hur.)
(normally i wouldnt go hur hur cuz its stupid. no one laughs like that. but ok. maybe neanderthals (living in netherland) go like that and collegehumour is neanderthal humour so there. hur hur.)
i would love to travel the world. ian wright has it good. i love the episodes where he goes to bolivia, ethiopia, botswana, jamaica, bathiopia and ruwandant. (the last two being fictional, jus checkin if you know your geog). All these places are, my lennard definition, classified under the geographical grouping of the 'nether-land', meaning i have no idea where they are. (and i dont know where the netherlands are either).
i would love to wander around with a little guide book in my hand and talking to the locals. (i hope they can speak english). imagine clueless me commiting social faux passes like. i dunno. scratching my head during dinner which in some odd culture would mean i wanna kill the cook? but there are worlds out there to be discovered!
how apt. all these escapist fantasies when i am chained to my textbooks. when the a's are good and done, i'd probably just fall into a comfortable lull and convieniantly forget my wanderlust.
i would love to wander around with a little guide book in my hand and talking to the locals. (i hope they can speak english). imagine clueless me commiting social faux passes like. i dunno. scratching my head during dinner which in some odd culture would mean i wanna kill the cook? but there are worlds out there to be discovered!
how apt. all these escapist fantasies when i am chained to my textbooks. when the a's are good and done, i'd probably just fall into a comfortable lull and convieniantly forget my wanderlust.
2003-10-14
i relent! i have put a bed... well... mattress at least, of sorts in my room. sleep has never been sweeter! and so i dreamt we got married. and in classic lennard fashion, i forgot to show up at the altar.
i am very bored. very much so. i want to drink and dance. but sloman does not allow. he rules me like the bitch i am.
i hve tried rolling my own cigs and i am getting better at it. its more satisfying smoking a self-rolled cig, even if it does burn the lips somewhat and its so flimsy you protect it from the slightest gust.
kok i hope all is well with you. sorry i havent replied but i will wait till more things have accumulated so i can drop a bomb of a mail on you. haha. be ready.
its finalised! 1-8th jan will see ding, karl and i in melb! unless the wankers at CMPB dont allow me. (bah. whats new?). i am looking forward to dragging those 2 asses to stay at those backpacker inns and shit like that. haha. ding, your mom said 'yeah, take my son to stay there. it will toughen him up a bit', and we all know you are mr SNAG. what i am also looking forward to alot are the CHEAP DRINKS. we have to go clubbing there. and drink drink drink. barardi 1511. yes yes? YES! and guys don worry! i will cook for us!
i am very bored. very much so. i want to drink and dance. but sloman does not allow. he rules me like the bitch i am.
i hve tried rolling my own cigs and i am getting better at it. its more satisfying smoking a self-rolled cig, even if it does burn the lips somewhat and its so flimsy you protect it from the slightest gust.
kok i hope all is well with you. sorry i havent replied but i will wait till more things have accumulated so i can drop a bomb of a mail on you. haha. be ready.
its finalised! 1-8th jan will see ding, karl and i in melb! unless the wankers at CMPB dont allow me. (bah. whats new?). i am looking forward to dragging those 2 asses to stay at those backpacker inns and shit like that. haha. ding, your mom said 'yeah, take my son to stay there. it will toughen him up a bit', and we all know you are mr SNAG. what i am also looking forward to alot are the CHEAP DRINKS. we have to go clubbing there. and drink drink drink. barardi 1511. yes yes? YES! and guys don worry! i will cook for us!
2003-10-12
site readership is down. oh well. i am not as free to update anymore... and there is pretty much nothing going on in my life.
right now, i am sitting down in my moms room with my legs crossed typing this out. i am typing this out. i am typing this out i am typing this out. i made an error and had to 'backspace' to delete it and retype it. whoops. another boo boo.
i took the magic shitn i was laughin like a fuckin moron its glorious i tell you! glorious!
right now, i am sitting down in my moms room with my legs crossed typing this out. i am typing this out. i am typing this out i am typing this out. i made an error and had to 'backspace' to delete it and retype it. whoops. another boo boo.
i took the magic shitn i was laughin like a fuckin moron its glorious i tell you! glorious!
2003-10-10
2003-10-09
oh yea... SCHOOL HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED TODAY!
can you imagine the ecstatic joyful orgasmic elation i am in? will i miss Rj? parts here and there, yeah. but on the whole? hooo baby fuckkkkkkkk offfffffffffffff~! its a great school and all if anyone wanted to ask if i'd recommend it hell yeah but thats if you wanna do JC. i hateee JC. you know what? unless you dont know what your gonna do with your life, go to POLY.
SCHOOLS OUT SCHOOLS OUT SCHOOLS OUT! you know what is one BIG joy? after this, no more UNIFORMS! of course in army... i'd have to wear the damn green uniform (lucky for me mutued greens look good on me), but after that no more uniforms. heh yay yay yay
to the j1's Good Fuckin' Luck for the prelims. pls dont get retained, even if you do love the school.
can you imagine the ecstatic joyful orgasmic elation i am in? will i miss Rj? parts here and there, yeah. but on the whole? hooo baby fuckkkkkkkk offfffffffffffff~! its a great school and all if anyone wanted to ask if i'd recommend it hell yeah but thats if you wanna do JC. i hateee JC. you know what? unless you dont know what your gonna do with your life, go to POLY.
SCHOOLS OUT SCHOOLS OUT SCHOOLS OUT! you know what is one BIG joy? after this, no more UNIFORMS! of course in army... i'd have to wear the damn green uniform (lucky for me mutued greens look good on me), but after that no more uniforms. heh yay yay yay
to the j1's Good Fuckin' Luck for the prelims. pls dont get retained, even if you do love the school.
2003-10-08
gah!
school class photos are back and i look like a total goof! its so sad!!! my face is in some... oddly contorted posture like. i look bewildered! and my hair is shaved. boo hoo. 10 20 years down when my classmates look at it they'll go whos this bugger and they'll remember ohhhh its lennard the clown! lennard the fool! can you see how important your photo is? if i had looked suave and debonair, they'd go... ohhh lennard the ladykiller! lennard the buaya! and if i had worn specs, they'd go ohhh lennard the under-achieving genius or something like that. but as it stands, i will be remembered as lennard the doofus. damnit.
somethings you dont realize till you're doing it and you stop and think and smile to yourself like- heyyy this is kindaa cool. theme of the times? irony. it struck me as suck on various occaions when i
1) drank beer out of a coffee mug
2) smoked while eating an apple
3) listened to some heavy metal version of classical songs
i so wish i could write more theres so much to tell so much so much but alas spring time's slipping away my friend yeah spring times slipping away* so i must take my leave and retreat to my hovel to study study study. looking at my study plan, theres hope yet! i can do this...
*Ash
ok ok last para...
i am very sad at the state of my room... a large desk has been moved into it to facilitate studying and it sticks out like a damn pimple. its such an eyesore! and now my curtains are perpetually drawn so when i study i lose sense of time and suddenly i emerge from my room blurry eyed (but much the wiser) and lo and behold! the sun has set! it is very disconcerting but ah well. no complaints. my parents are taking it pretty well and giving me lots of support which i appreciate loads.
okok. mr sloman beckons. until the A's are over, i am his bitch.
school class photos are back and i look like a total goof! its so sad!!! my face is in some... oddly contorted posture like. i look bewildered! and my hair is shaved. boo hoo. 10 20 years down when my classmates look at it they'll go whos this bugger and they'll remember ohhhh its lennard the clown! lennard the fool! can you see how important your photo is? if i had looked suave and debonair, they'd go... ohhh lennard the ladykiller! lennard the buaya! and if i had worn specs, they'd go ohhh lennard the under-achieving genius or something like that. but as it stands, i will be remembered as lennard the doofus. damnit.
somethings you dont realize till you're doing it and you stop and think and smile to yourself like- heyyy this is kindaa cool. theme of the times? irony. it struck me as suck on various occaions when i
1) drank beer out of a coffee mug
2) smoked while eating an apple
3) listened to some heavy metal version of classical songs
i so wish i could write more theres so much to tell so much so much but alas spring time's slipping away my friend yeah spring times slipping away* so i must take my leave and retreat to my hovel to study study study. looking at my study plan, theres hope yet! i can do this...
*Ash
ok ok last para...
i am very sad at the state of my room... a large desk has been moved into it to facilitate studying and it sticks out like a damn pimple. its such an eyesore! and now my curtains are perpetually drawn so when i study i lose sense of time and suddenly i emerge from my room blurry eyed (but much the wiser) and lo and behold! the sun has set! it is very disconcerting but ah well. no complaints. my parents are taking it pretty well and giving me lots of support which i appreciate loads.
okok. mr sloman beckons. until the A's are over, i am his bitch.
2003-10-06
oh and apologies for well. the lack of funny posts. i have not been feeling particularly funny of late. and its impossible to TRY to be funny, you know what i mean? such pressure is contrary to the free-spirit of humour. its like. trying to get an erection by looking at your limp penis telling it to 'please stand up, please stand up' (i hope this doesnt work for any of you. it would be very sad if it did). the penis would not listen because it would suffer from performance anxiety. (ladies, take note.)
i guess it has been quite dreary of late but that is how i've been feeling. yes dont worry my blog will not spiral into a 'i hate the world why is it so bad to me' because i know things will get better but there will always be ups and downs and thank you all who beared with me.
i am very sad today. well grades aside, it is also the realization that i ahve to do again what i did for my O levels... unplug my computer, because i cannot get anything done without it. i am moving a bigger study table into my room. as you can see, i mean business. i feel like rambo as he gears up strapping grenades and bazookas to his person eating bullets (for iron) to a patriotic drum beat. better yet, i feel like batman! donning my cape and hood!
quote of the day- "you know, i used to think guys shit out of their penis" roll your eyes ladies and gentleman, its from none other than the lovely yoonlin.
banter of the day-
da`lena * (11:46 PM) : aiya. nevermind la i think i shall go sleep
see you some other day when the moon sails across the sky in your dreams, wrapping you up in little fluffy clouds cosily into a little ball of slumber. bleh.
harlequin (11:47 PM) :
yucks. i'd rather just see you in school.
harlequin (11:47 PM) :
nite
from now on updates will be done on my brothers/school computer.
oh, and dont miss me too much. *grin*
i guess it has been quite dreary of late but that is how i've been feeling. yes dont worry my blog will not spiral into a 'i hate the world why is it so bad to me' because i know things will get better but there will always be ups and downs and thank you all who beared with me.
i am very sad today. well grades aside, it is also the realization that i ahve to do again what i did for my O levels... unplug my computer, because i cannot get anything done without it. i am moving a bigger study table into my room. as you can see, i mean business. i feel like rambo as he gears up strapping grenades and bazookas to his person eating bullets (for iron) to a patriotic drum beat. better yet, i feel like batman! donning my cape and hood!
quote of the day- "you know, i used to think guys shit out of their penis" roll your eyes ladies and gentleman, its from none other than the lovely yoonlin.
banter of the day-
da`lena * (11:46 PM) : aiya. nevermind la i think i shall go sleep
see you some other day when the moon sails across the sky in your dreams, wrapping you up in little fluffy clouds cosily into a little ball of slumber. bleh.
harlequin (11:47 PM) :
yucks. i'd rather just see you in school.
harlequin (11:47 PM) :
nite
from now on updates will be done on my brothers/school computer.
oh, and dont miss me too much. *grin*
so i entered Jc with budding expectations, face cherubic and innocence intact. 4 A's, 2 S papers, well, that went without saying.
then something fucked up. and it was hm. maybe ok... 4A's and 1 S i can do this. then it went to 3A's. but its ok. i will still try for 1S. now, a year down with a grade of E E O, i must say tsk tsk lennard shame on you.
5 weeks for 2 years of syllabus. can i do it? i have no fuckin' clue, but i will think i can if not why bother then? it sounds silly and self righteous i know but it will be my Fuck You to the system if i do well. it will be a farce to the whole education system. and then i turn my back on this crummy shithole and be on with my life.
if not. i will be serverly humbled and its on to poly after army to get a diploma then to uni for archi.
but the dream is still alive.
then something fucked up. and it was hm. maybe ok... 4A's and 1 S i can do this. then it went to 3A's. but its ok. i will still try for 1S. now, a year down with a grade of E E O, i must say tsk tsk lennard shame on you.
5 weeks for 2 years of syllabus. can i do it? i have no fuckin' clue, but i will think i can if not why bother then? it sounds silly and self righteous i know but it will be my Fuck You to the system if i do well. it will be a farce to the whole education system. and then i turn my back on this crummy shithole and be on with my life.
if not. i will be serverly humbled and its on to poly after army to get a diploma then to uni for archi.
but the dream is still alive.
2003-10-05
This guy looks like me! this is surreal.
why aren't i on big advertisments too then?
why dont i have a pretty girl like that locked on my lips?
why aren't i getting paid obscene amounts of cash for my photo HUH?!
speaking of surreal. i am drinking beer out of a coffee mug now. that is also very surreal.
why aren't i on big advertisments too then?
why dont i have a pretty girl like that locked on my lips?
why aren't i getting paid obscene amounts of cash for my photo HUH?!
speaking of surreal. i am drinking beer out of a coffee mug now. that is also very surreal.
so many blogs have fallen into a state of disrepair, what with broken links, missing images and worst yet, neglected updates. boo hoo. i am very lonely and bored. all i have is my magazine, 2 library books, several cds and a very erratic computer for company now. my fathers car is parked in the garage right up next to my window (yes, the sensors!) the tail lights like a pair of menacing eyes peering into my room. and suddenly i feel very naked and vulnerable. stories of the Orang Minyak (oil people) which my uncle used to scare me with as a kid come to mind now, and i am just going to close my curtains. out of sight out of mind.
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suffer my desire for you
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suffer my desire for you
my dear father drives a harrier, so it is, well, cumbersome to say the least. on several occasions, he had unknowingly reversed into an assortment of objects. frustrated, he went to install those sensor thingamajigs that beep when you are close to something. he is very happy with it. the other night, he reversed his car into the garage and it went 'tweet tweeet tweet tweettweettweettweettwee' and i was like 'dad watch out you are going to hit mom's car (angry mom= not nice mom). he had a quiet air of confidence about him. after killing the engine, he gingerly stepped out of the car and went to take a look.
he proclaimed with immense self satisfaction- "look! so close! almost touching, but not yet!!" tada. my father for you.
i went suit shopping today. and it has come to my attention that i have an odd body. of all the suits i tried, none fit me well. my limbs were too long, my back too big or shoulders too narrow, or waist too loose. which leads to the obvious conclusion taht i have long arms, a bulging back, small shoulders and a narrow waist, all in that order. if you imagine, i'd say its a description that would fit quasimodo also. damnit.
at the supermarket, i hooked up with a few friends. namely, Samuel Adams and Mr. Foster and Mr. Miller. have you noticed that Bitter Gourd looks absolutely disgusting? its like a cucumber with a bad case of acne/pimples.
he proclaimed with immense self satisfaction- "look! so close! almost touching, but not yet!!" tada. my father for you.
i went suit shopping today. and it has come to my attention that i have an odd body. of all the suits i tried, none fit me well. my limbs were too long, my back too big or shoulders too narrow, or waist too loose. which leads to the obvious conclusion taht i have long arms, a bulging back, small shoulders and a narrow waist, all in that order. if you imagine, i'd say its a description that would fit quasimodo also. damnit.
at the supermarket, i hooked up with a few friends. namely, Samuel Adams and Mr. Foster and Mr. Miller. have you noticed that Bitter Gourd looks absolutely disgusting? its like a cucumber with a bad case of acne/pimples.
2003-10-04
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and let me be, let me die inside
let me know the way from of this world of
the numb in you
cause the dye is cast, and the bitch is back
and i'm all dead yeah i'm all dead
inside the future of a shattered past
i lie just to be real, and i'd die just to feel
why do the same old things keep on happening?
because beyond my hopes there are no feelings
s.p.
and let me be, let me die inside
let me know the way from of this world of
the numb in you
cause the dye is cast, and the bitch is back
and i'm all dead yeah i'm all dead
inside the future of a shattered past
i lie just to be real, and i'd die just to feel
why do the same old things keep on happening?
because beyond my hopes there are no feelings
s.p.
let me introduce you to my dear treasured friends-
Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker and Jim Bean
since they aren't on friendster, i will give them a glowing testimonial here-
They are always there when you need them and never turn a cold shoulder. these are the definition of buddies. granted, on occasion, they may be a bit. protective and their company gets a bit too much for you. but on the whole, these are friends for life. get to know them, they will be your friend too.
Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker and Jim Bean
since they aren't on friendster, i will give them a glowing testimonial here-
They are always there when you need them and never turn a cold shoulder. these are the definition of buddies. granted, on occasion, they may be a bit. protective and their company gets a bit too much for you. but on the whole, these are friends for life. get to know them, they will be your friend too.
last night was really quite fun. hm. Here Hear! to dalglish! (did you know its here hear? at least i think it is. i read it once in print it was here hear. it makes sense dunnit?)
i cannot remember if i bathed last night. i am a very dirty boy by nature, sometmies forgetting to bathe, my longest being for 4 days. and no i didnt forget for 4 days, i just kept finding excuses to procrastinate.
i have moments where i just stand there and TRY to think if i've have bathed. i'd sniff my underarms and its a tad funky, but its not all that bad. i'd go check so see if the towel is damp and it is slighttyyy damp. so i stand there feeling very lost. i do not wish to bathe again if i had, but what if i hadn't?! so there lies my dilemma. so now every morning when i wake up i put wax in my hair and so if i want to know if i've bathed i feel for the wax in my hair. but sometimes after a while, it could just be oily build up. hah. yes. i know. im filthy aren't i. (thank god for colognes.)
Speaking for the non-permenance of memory, i cannot really remember last night. i am having a bit of a hangover now with a dry throat. this is good. its been somee time since its been like this, and this is how it should always be.
what is your poison? (let me spell out mine. w-h-i-s-k-e-y)
bala you indian muthafucker are you reading this? hello! how odd bumping into you again. i forgot to crack a joke at your expense last night. so i will do it now- it was so dark you looked like floating eyes and a chesire grin. but its somewhat a compliment. you have a nice jovial smile.
i cannot remember if i bathed last night. i am a very dirty boy by nature, sometmies forgetting to bathe, my longest being for 4 days. and no i didnt forget for 4 days, i just kept finding excuses to procrastinate.
i have moments where i just stand there and TRY to think if i've have bathed. i'd sniff my underarms and its a tad funky, but its not all that bad. i'd go check so see if the towel is damp and it is slighttyyy damp. so i stand there feeling very lost. i do not wish to bathe again if i had, but what if i hadn't?! so there lies my dilemma. so now every morning when i wake up i put wax in my hair and so if i want to know if i've bathed i feel for the wax in my hair. but sometimes after a while, it could just be oily build up. hah. yes. i know. im filthy aren't i. (thank god for colognes.)
Speaking for the non-permenance of memory, i cannot really remember last night. i am having a bit of a hangover now with a dry throat. this is good. its been somee time since its been like this, and this is how it should always be.
what is your poison? (let me spell out mine. w-h-i-s-k-e-y)
bala you indian muthafucker are you reading this? hello! how odd bumping into you again. i forgot to crack a joke at your expense last night. so i will do it now- it was so dark you looked like floating eyes and a chesire grin. but its somewhat a compliment. you have a nice jovial smile.
2003-10-03
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throw your hands up in the air
move your body like you got no care
perfectly stlyed gel-waxed hair,
you're so pretty no one compares.
throw me a glance girl,
crown me with your gaze
make my world swirl
together
we can get wander in a hazy,
dazy,
maze.
take my hold come on lets go.
but i walk limply
with an unclasped hand
this lonely singing
one man band.
throw your hands up in the air
move your body like you got no care
perfectly stlyed gel-waxed hair,
you're so pretty no one compares.
throw me a glance girl,
crown me with your gaze
make my world swirl
together
we can get wander in a hazy,
dazy,
maze.
take my hold come on lets go.
but i walk limply
with an unclasped hand
this lonely singing
one man band.
2003-10-02
you can ignore this post. it will be aimless ramblings. more so than usual.
its muddy murphy's tonight, unless yoon, you decide to take me up on my offer of some weight-loss fun eh? hah. I sincerely hope Roadstar is playing again tonight. i have been starved of beauty and i want to see the lead singer again.
speaking of which. let me elaborate on my rockstar dream. dontcha love it? i would be... david bowie circa his ziggy stardust era. in touch with my audience, but always a step out of their reach. i would be a rock god. has anyone seen the movie Rockstar? thats livin the dream baby. or maybe Almost Famous. the scene with the lead guitarist Russel getting tripped out on lsd and jumping off the roof into a pool to the goading cheers of an adoring public. it was religious, having him up there, hands spread out a la christ on the crucifix an offering to the people. i fuckin want that. i fuckin want the people to want me. insecure you say? maybe. but fuck you do you have the guts to admit it if you did? fuck that sissy ass nelly and 'fidy cent' and puddle of staind nonsense. i will be rock and roll pure. like a bacardi 1511. i will be a shot to the head. it will be simple and pure, because that is all i will need. too bad i cant sing for nuts eh? lour reed and smashing pumpkins are blasting on my speakers. it is. surreal. to have them both playing at the same time. ('and romeo had his juliet. and juliet had her romeo'/'do you whatcha gonna do. see whatcha gonna see')
thrashing hotel rooms. fuck having a wife. or maybe i will ahve a wife who is constantly pregnant. i will smoke to my hearts content. fuck it if my voice cracks and goes all warbly. it will have a tom-waits-ish appeal. ohohoh! the tight leather pants! yeahhh. lets not forget the drugs. sex goes without saying of course, its bloody hell understood.
its muddy murphy's tonight, unless yoon, you decide to take me up on my offer of some weight-loss fun eh? hah. I sincerely hope Roadstar is playing again tonight. i have been starved of beauty and i want to see the lead singer again.
speaking of which. let me elaborate on my rockstar dream. dontcha love it? i would be... david bowie circa his ziggy stardust era. in touch with my audience, but always a step out of their reach. i would be a rock god. has anyone seen the movie Rockstar? thats livin the dream baby. or maybe Almost Famous. the scene with the lead guitarist Russel getting tripped out on lsd and jumping off the roof into a pool to the goading cheers of an adoring public. it was religious, having him up there, hands spread out a la christ on the crucifix an offering to the people. i fuckin want that. i fuckin want the people to want me. insecure you say? maybe. but fuck you do you have the guts to admit it if you did? fuck that sissy ass nelly and 'fidy cent' and puddle of staind nonsense. i will be rock and roll pure. like a bacardi 1511. i will be a shot to the head. it will be simple and pure, because that is all i will need. too bad i cant sing for nuts eh? lour reed and smashing pumpkins are blasting on my speakers. it is. surreal. to have them both playing at the same time. ('and romeo had his juliet. and juliet had her romeo'/'do you whatcha gonna do. see whatcha gonna see')
thrashing hotel rooms. fuck having a wife. or maybe i will ahve a wife who is constantly pregnant. i will smoke to my hearts content. fuck it if my voice cracks and goes all warbly. it will have a tom-waits-ish appeal. ohohoh! the tight leather pants! yeahhh. lets not forget the drugs. sex goes without saying of course, its bloody hell understood.
interesting anecdote
last night at phuture, i was talking to this tranny, when it struck me. i felt quite awkward because... i didn't know how to refer to the person! i remembered a joke my pe teacher cracked about a 'she' and a 'him' being a 'shim', but no that didn't seem very apt. so i threw caution to the wind and asked
"hey, how the hell do i refer to you? he or she or what??"
to which the tranny replied-
"honey, what do YOU think?" as he/she/shim flaunted his/her/shers chesty assets.
"ooooh. ha ha. i geddit. ok. sorry ma'am!"
last night at phuture, i was talking to this tranny, when it struck me. i felt quite awkward because... i didn't know how to refer to the person! i remembered a joke my pe teacher cracked about a 'she' and a 'him' being a 'shim', but no that didn't seem very apt. so i threw caution to the wind and asked
"hey, how the hell do i refer to you? he or she or what??"
to which the tranny replied-
"honey, what do YOU think?" as he/she/shim flaunted his/her/shers chesty assets.
"ooooh. ha ha. i geddit. ok. sorry ma'am!"
at phuture they played dilemma. at that moment i jsut wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. i left thereafter, my absence un-noticed with no little difference to the merryment on the dance floor. its times like these when despite (or maybe because) of the large throngs of people, you feel so alone.
2003-10-01
Thank You
Your account has been deleted.
i have killed my Kings Of Chaos account. gosh. i have been ending alot of things recently. its this. destructive phase i guess. time for new beginnings. the end is the beginning of the end*. Soon the A's will be over, and its a new life ahead, so lets leave this old husk behind.
interesting fact- hermit crabs eat their shedded husks for the calcium it provides.
i wonder what i can take of mine.
*Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you’re so strange
And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame
You can watch the world devoured in it’s pain
thank you smashing pumpkins. nobody says it better than billy corgan.
when you are sad, listen to ava adore. you will cry. when you are happy, listen to siamese dreams, you will cry. when you want to forget, listen to melon collie, you will forget everything. you will tear out memory after memory. until you are nothing but an empty vessel to be filled again, and the process will repeat.
p.s do not be mistaken. i do not cry. its not a macho thing or what naught, i just hardly ever cry. and no i did not cry.
Your account has been deleted.
i have killed my Kings Of Chaos account. gosh. i have been ending alot of things recently. its this. destructive phase i guess. time for new beginnings. the end is the beginning of the end*. Soon the A's will be over, and its a new life ahead, so lets leave this old husk behind.
interesting fact- hermit crabs eat their shedded husks for the calcium it provides.
i wonder what i can take of mine.
*Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you’re so strange
And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame
You can watch the world devoured in it’s pain
thank you smashing pumpkins. nobody says it better than billy corgan.
when you are sad, listen to ava adore. you will cry. when you are happy, listen to siamese dreams, you will cry. when you want to forget, listen to melon collie, you will forget everything. you will tear out memory after memory. until you are nothing but an empty vessel to be filled again, and the process will repeat.
p.s do not be mistaken. i do not cry. its not a macho thing or what naught, i just hardly ever cry. and no i did not cry.
The name of Lennard creates a quick, analytical, and clever mind; you are creative, versatile, original, and independent. You have large ambitions, and it is difficult for you to be tolerant and understanding of those who desire less in life or who are more slow and methodical by nature. Patience is not your forte. You do, however, have leadership ability and would never be happy in a subservient position. You are ambitious and aggressive by nature. You would be happiest in positions where you are free to express individually and creatively and where opportunities are not restricted; you desire freedom, and do not tolerate being possessed by others. You appreciate change and travel, and the opportunity to meet and mix with others, and to influence them with your creative ideas. You are very self-confident and feel you can accomplish anything you set out to do, and you can, although, this name does not allow proper completion of undertakings, and forced changes cause financial losses and bitter experiences. This name also creates caustic expression and moods which prevent harmony and happiness in close association.
get your free name analysis here
damnit! so all these years i thought something was wrong with me when it can all be changed with the simple change of a name?! damn you mother!
get your free name analysis here
damnit! so all these years i thought something was wrong with me when it can all be changed with the simple change of a name?! damn you mother!
do you know what i live for? i live for beautiful things. i LOOOOVVVVEEE beautiful things. Give me something beautiful and i'll love it to bits. women, clothes, food. anything. just make it beautiful.
Just yesterday, while walking home, i saw...
a vision of beauty.
right at the entrance of my place. It was sensuous and commanding all at the same time- a red soft-top honda s2000. For the silly billys out there, well, remember suki's hot pink car in 2 fast 2 furious? Yeap. s2000 baby.
I stopped right in my tracks and could just stare with my jaws agagpe. truely, i was blessed at that moment. right there and then i could have bloody just orgasmed.
Just yesterday, while walking home, i saw...
a vision of beauty.
right at the entrance of my place. It was sensuous and commanding all at the same time- a red soft-top honda s2000. For the silly billys out there, well, remember suki's hot pink car in 2 fast 2 furious? Yeap. s2000 baby.
I stopped right in my tracks and could just stare with my jaws agagpe. truely, i was blessed at that moment. right there and then i could have bloody just orgasmed.
2003-09-30
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why why why.
am i the fool or are you? i didnt get the chance to say bye. but i don't want to. i'd like to say cya later, but thats not going to happen. maybe if i pretended i didnt feel this way long enough i could believe it. but then much in the same way why can't you. why can't you feel it. why do i feel it. why wont you concede. its because there are so many question but no answers, i just had to close this chapter put it away. because its too painful to see it. i want to say fuck it we'll just stay as we are. and things will work out. but it hasn't worked out. for me at least. and its selfish for me to do this, but its also selfish of you to want me to go on like that. it hurts so bad. i, as much as you, dont want things to turn out like this. but it has. with neither getting anything. don't hope. i dont want to know anything more about you. i dont want to know how you did for your A levels, i dont want to know who you're with, i dont want to know who you married, i dont even want to know if you are all right. unless you are on the verge of death, dont tell me. because i will try my utmost to exorcise everything i know of you. its not possible, but i can at least try. don't leave a comment on this. just read it and so be it. so while you hope for that call from me one day, i too will hope for a call from you.
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why why why.
am i the fool or are you? i didnt get the chance to say bye. but i don't want to. i'd like to say cya later, but thats not going to happen. maybe if i pretended i didnt feel this way long enough i could believe it. but then much in the same way why can't you. why can't you feel it. why do i feel it. why wont you concede. its because there are so many question but no answers, i just had to close this chapter put it away. because its too painful to see it. i want to say fuck it we'll just stay as we are. and things will work out. but it hasn't worked out. for me at least. and its selfish for me to do this, but its also selfish of you to want me to go on like that. it hurts so bad. i, as much as you, dont want things to turn out like this. but it has. with neither getting anything. don't hope. i dont want to know anything more about you. i dont want to know how you did for your A levels, i dont want to know who you're with, i dont want to know who you married, i dont even want to know if you are all right. unless you are on the verge of death, dont tell me. because i will try my utmost to exorcise everything i know of you. its not possible, but i can at least try. don't leave a comment on this. just read it and so be it. so while you hope for that call from me one day, i too will hope for a call from you.
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2003-09-29
i am witty and funny because i have nothing of real substance to say. so hopefully. you'll laugh and in the process gloss over the fact that what i say is basically worth horse shit.
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maybe its just momentary hysterics or really a step in the right direction. but i will lose you. and you me in the process. i just want to fly.
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maybe its just momentary hysterics or really a step in the right direction. but i will lose you. and you me in the process. i just want to fly.
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2003-09-28
haha. oh my god.
quotes of the day
- "Have you ever seen a black's COCK?! OH MY GOD! you know when they fuck, then dont have to hold the girl. jus pump and pump one!" *look of envy&horror*
-"i'm not drunk! theres a difference between being drunk and intoxicated! I'm not drunk! I'm not puking!" (repeat 100x)
moment of the night-
having scored a goal in winning eleven, dear hanboon was shouting in joyful elation, then vomited.
following which we trooped down to club. several beers-drank-thru-straws later, i went fucking nuts on the dancefloor. its been a while since i've last had the chance it was awesome! you know. your eye closed just your body and the music. you feel like your floating on the bass beat.
lum fell asleep on the couch and i shook my booty in his face. he awoke with a terrible headache, blaming it on my dear derriere. singapore has a new weapon to add to its arsenal of chemical armamanets. hah.
quotes of the day
- "Have you ever seen a black's COCK?! OH MY GOD! you know when they fuck, then dont have to hold the girl. jus pump and pump one!" *look of envy&horror*
-"i'm not drunk! theres a difference between being drunk and intoxicated! I'm not drunk! I'm not puking!" (repeat 100x)
moment of the night-
having scored a goal in winning eleven, dear hanboon was shouting in joyful elation, then vomited.
following which we trooped down to club. several beers-drank-thru-straws later, i went fucking nuts on the dancefloor. its been a while since i've last had the chance it was awesome! you know. your eye closed just your body and the music. you feel like your floating on the bass beat.
lum fell asleep on the couch and i shook my booty in his face. he awoke with a terrible headache, blaming it on my dear derriere. singapore has a new weapon to add to its arsenal of chemical armamanets. hah.
2003-09-26
watched 28 days later. it was shot in digital film medium and the scenes of empty london had to be shot in the weee hours of the morning. tis very surreal to see a city so dead. the greatest irony in my opinion, is despite the virus infecting people making that rabid blood hungry zombies, the greatest threat to the protagonist and his companions in the climatic mansion scene were the uninfected human soldiers themselves who wanted to kill the guy and fuck the girls.
oh don't you just love being human.
the cinematography was excellent, fast paced and erratic. a la trainspotting. given the 10-second attention span of the mtv generation, this is very apt. which would also mean that i have long surpassed my alloted share of your attention and kudos to you if you've read this far. i shant hold you any longer go play.
bye
oh don't you just love being human.
the cinematography was excellent, fast paced and erratic. a la trainspotting. given the 10-second attention span of the mtv generation, this is very apt. which would also mean that i have long surpassed my alloted share of your attention and kudos to you if you've read this far. i shant hold you any longer go play.
bye
shit. so i'm having this bbq over at my place on saturday, but the thing is, i forgot who i invited. you know how it is, walking around and you see someone you know-
"hey man! this sat my place! bbq and we're gonna get fuckin pissed, its gonna be awesome! you game?"
The damage thus far is... 20 over people. From an intended 10. I have no idea what the hell we are going to do. I don't have sports on my cable. I only have racing games and 1player games on my ps2.
Maybe we'll just end up playing soggy biscuit.
"hey man! this sat my place! bbq and we're gonna get fuckin pissed, its gonna be awesome! you game?"
The damage thus far is... 20 over people. From an intended 10. I have no idea what the hell we are going to do. I don't have sports on my cable. I only have racing games and 1player games on my ps2.
Maybe we'll just end up playing soggy biscuit.
So today's post will be about today. technically yesteday rather but you get my drift.
Begin at the begin, thats what my teacher used to say.
So there was economics paper 1&2 today. Sparing you the details, I was very clueless regarding the Case Study. Greek would have made more sense. So I needed a battle plan, which brought to mind America's great 'Shock And Awe' strategy. Maybe if I convulted my sentences into what would seem to be highly intellectual gibberish (Bad inflation is, yes my young jedi), the marker would give me the benefit of the doubt yay yay yay marks marks marks! But then!~ After answering the first question, i thought. Shit. Isn't the US public enemy number 1 now? So I adopt the iraqi stance, that which will gain me sympathy. So I dumbed downed my english to a hong-kong standard, with spelling errors and all galore. So this random thought process went on question after question, and by the end of it, I'm hoping they'll give me sympathy marks by virtue of my insanity.
I got coloured contacts! And I look damned good in 'em.
There was a live band playing at muddy murphy's*- shit their name escapes my puny mind but it was awesome! the lead singer was a david beckham cum orlando bloom cum lead guitarist from Weezer lookalike (CUM!!!! yum? yuck.), and a voice a la Pearl Jam lead singer, and he was a glorious piece of meat, yes he was. Yum yum. Took a photo with the band, in classic groupie fashion, yoon jace and i. Yoon lin says the silliest things, and she's rubbing off on jacelyn, her protege. Jace, run girl. Run before it you're sucked in too deep.
(ammendment: the band is called Roadstar. if by some odd chance you guys read this... you all are fuckin awesome!!)
*they have excellent fish and chips. give it a try.
I want to be a rockstar. I can see the appeal, being on stage with everyone's attention on you. Its abso-fuckin-lutely a dream. I would go fuckin wildly ecstatically nuts. We are starting a band. I am on vocals and guitar, yoon on bass, jace on keyboard and xin on drums. Pornstar is what we are called. All's that's left is to learn how to play our damned instruments. hah.
thought of the day- If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there.
A little birdie told me so.
Begin at the begin, thats what my teacher used to say.
So there was economics paper 1&2 today. Sparing you the details, I was very clueless regarding the Case Study. Greek would have made more sense. So I needed a battle plan, which brought to mind America's great 'Shock And Awe' strategy. Maybe if I convulted my sentences into what would seem to be highly intellectual gibberish (Bad inflation is, yes my young jedi), the marker would give me the benefit of the doubt yay yay yay marks marks marks! But then!~ After answering the first question, i thought. Shit. Isn't the US public enemy number 1 now? So I adopt the iraqi stance, that which will gain me sympathy. So I dumbed downed my english to a hong-kong standard, with spelling errors and all galore. So this random thought process went on question after question, and by the end of it, I'm hoping they'll give me sympathy marks by virtue of my insanity.
I got coloured contacts! And I look damned good in 'em.
There was a live band playing at muddy murphy's*- shit their name escapes my puny mind but it was awesome! the lead singer was a david beckham cum orlando bloom cum lead guitarist from Weezer lookalike (CUM!!!! yum? yuck.), and a voice a la Pearl Jam lead singer, and he was a glorious piece of meat, yes he was. Yum yum. Took a photo with the band, in classic groupie fashion, yoon jace and i. Yoon lin says the silliest things, and she's rubbing off on jacelyn, her protege. Jace, run girl. Run before it you're sucked in too deep.
(ammendment: the band is called Roadstar. if by some odd chance you guys read this... you all are fuckin awesome!!)
*they have excellent fish and chips. give it a try.
I want to be a rockstar. I can see the appeal, being on stage with everyone's attention on you. Its abso-fuckin-lutely a dream. I would go fuckin wildly ecstatically nuts. We are starting a band. I am on vocals and guitar, yoon on bass, jace on keyboard and xin on drums. Pornstar is what we are called. All's that's left is to learn how to play our damned instruments. hah.
thought of the day- If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there.
A little birdie told me so.
2003-09-24
thought for the day- the sweet is never as sweet without the sour. lets let the man himself say it. Brian: Ah, but how could I enjoy the sweet of life without the bitter?
Thank you Brian, that was lovely.
think about it.
For the uninitiated, that is Vanilla Sky. Just watched it for the first time on HBO. My opinion? Yeah I liked it, though I didn't really like the melding of science into the whole plot. It. It removes the sense of. magic. Making it seem. seem more sterile.
Listen close because this is a revolution of the mind- I lust for LoveHateDreamsLifeWorkPlayFriendshipSexSoul. Make mine real, shaken not stirred, two olives and a cherry.
Thank you.
I am thinking of. A hazy day. Its dry, and chilly, windy. The kind of day when you breathe, your breath comes out like a long drag on a cigarette. autumn maybe.* Toxic love. Maybe I will get drunk on love. or its many substitutes. Love is a reason in itself isn't it. What is love to you? I can't find my own answer to that, so let me cheat. Give me your answer. I'll make it mine.
*it was the favouritest of all
I feel disconnected. Very much so. I'm probably on a soul vacation I guess. It's checked out, booked out, hopped a plane, don't know when it'll return. Or maybe it was never there to begin with. mayhaps. mayhaps I was chasing phantom shadows.
There's more (no, I never disappoint). but I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats.
Thank you Brian, that was lovely.
think about it.
For the uninitiated, that is Vanilla Sky. Just watched it for the first time on HBO. My opinion? Yeah I liked it, though I didn't really like the melding of science into the whole plot. It. It removes the sense of. magic. Making it seem. seem more sterile.
Listen close because this is a revolution of the mind- I lust for LoveHateDreamsLifeWorkPlayFriendshipSexSoul. Make mine real, shaken not stirred, two olives and a cherry.
Thank you.
I am thinking of. A hazy day. Its dry, and chilly, windy. The kind of day when you breathe, your breath comes out like a long drag on a cigarette. autumn maybe.* Toxic love. Maybe I will get drunk on love. or its many substitutes. Love is a reason in itself isn't it. What is love to you? I can't find my own answer to that, so let me cheat. Give me your answer. I'll make it mine.
*it was the favouritest of all
I feel disconnected. Very much so. I'm probably on a soul vacation I guess. It's checked out, booked out, hopped a plane, don't know when it'll return. Or maybe it was never there to begin with. mayhaps. mayhaps I was chasing phantom shadows.
There's more (no, I never disappoint). but I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats.
2003-09-23
its been a while since i've done a proper post.
My head is pounding. Bada-bump. Bada-bomp. Its throbbing, you can see the veins on the side actually reverberate like the taut skin across a drum.
(Marie in the rain,
Marie in the dark
moon-sopped night,
Marie in the clatter-clack,
sweeping metronome wipers
of little cabs.) can you dig it cool cat?
Late at night, with the curtains drawn, the far side of my room swims in thick deep black that seems to go into infinity. I prefer to think of it as a flat black wall instead of a gaping black hole with all things nasty lurking in wait. It's easier on the mind.
I love my dad. He's so cute. He's what you would call a foodie. I would liken him to... a more introverted version of that makansutra person. Today, he came in with a tingling air about him in his usual quiet demeanor. He had bought raw beef, sliced thinly, with marvelous marbling of fat across it, fine as a spider's web. He proceeded to consult his library of cooking books and promptly found an appropriate sauce, enlisting my help in its preperation. 1 lemon, a few cloves of garlic, some soy sauce, dried fish and 5 minutes later, we concocted a fine brew to compliment the raw beef. He ate it with a supressed grin, being very pleased with himself. It was heavenly.
I am, for some reason, feeling more proper nowadays.
My head is pounding. Bada-bump. Bada-bomp. Its throbbing, you can see the veins on the side actually reverberate like the taut skin across a drum.
(Marie in the rain,
Marie in the dark
moon-sopped night,
Marie in the clatter-clack,
sweeping metronome wipers
of little cabs.) can you dig it cool cat?
Late at night, with the curtains drawn, the far side of my room swims in thick deep black that seems to go into infinity. I prefer to think of it as a flat black wall instead of a gaping black hole with all things nasty lurking in wait. It's easier on the mind.
I love my dad. He's so cute. He's what you would call a foodie. I would liken him to... a more introverted version of that makansutra person. Today, he came in with a tingling air about him in his usual quiet demeanor. He had bought raw beef, sliced thinly, with marvelous marbling of fat across it, fine as a spider's web. He proceeded to consult his library of cooking books and promptly found an appropriate sauce, enlisting my help in its preperation. 1 lemon, a few cloves of garlic, some soy sauce, dried fish and 5 minutes later, we concocted a fine brew to compliment the raw beef. He ate it with a supressed grin, being very pleased with himself. It was heavenly.
I am, for some reason, feeling more proper nowadays.
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