Beauty tip: when you buy shampoo, do look at the ingredients. Choose shampoos which use Sodium laureth instead of ammonium laureth. your hair will thank you.
(courtesy of yoonlin)
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.
2003-09-22
2003-09-20
the results were disturbing.
the following people are gay:
Leon
Tzi Yang
David
Sanjeev
Bruce
Lui
Edgar
Julian
Paul
(p.s: just kidding. the results weren't really sent to me. so if you would be so kind, please leave your sexual history in the comments section. for the sake of discretion, you have the option of leaving it as a private comment. thank you.)
the following people are gay:
Leon
Tzi Yang
David
Sanjeev
Bruce
Lui
Edgar
Julian
Paul
(p.s: just kidding. the results weren't really sent to me. so if you would be so kind, please leave your sexual history in the comments section. for the sake of discretion, you have the option of leaving it as a private comment. thank you.)
2003-09-19
Fuck you know how quizzes sometimes can be eerily spot on...
shit man try this one it sent a bloody chill down my spine. keep the results to yourself dont spoil it for others mind you. *shudder*
thats all for today folks.
shit man try this one it sent a bloody chill down my spine. keep the results to yourself dont spoil it for others mind you. *shudder*
thats all for today folks.
2003-09-18
whine. I'm really very bored. It feels as if the prelims are over so yay play play play but theres still that niggling thing called the A levels and damn you conscience stop bothering me but i shall listen to you nonetheless and be good. i think im getting stupider by the way words seem to drown me whenever i open my econs text and all i can think of is how uncomforatble the chair im sitting in is or how humid it is or some other mundane thing.
I'd blog about how i hate oranges cuz they squirt acid in your eyes when you peel them and it burns, and i'd blog about how i hate my pants because they're old and ratty and i'd blog about how i hate blue pens because i think essays written in blue are an absolute eyesore, but i fear the Association of oranges, pants and blue pens respectively will slap me with a nasty letter threatening to sue me, lambasting me for undermining very values of fair singapore (i.e. equality amongst fruits, pants and pens, regardless of taste, material* or colour) and flood my blog with comments about how slanderous and bigoted my opinions are and make anonymous attacks on my character and friends. ho hum.
*pledge of pant equality- that all pants be considered equal, regardless of material of construction, number of pockets or brand, be it draw-string, elastic waistband or belt-and-buckle.
I'd blog about how i hate oranges cuz they squirt acid in your eyes when you peel them and it burns, and i'd blog about how i hate my pants because they're old and ratty and i'd blog about how i hate blue pens because i think essays written in blue are an absolute eyesore, but i fear the Association of oranges, pants and blue pens respectively will slap me with a nasty letter threatening to sue me, lambasting me for undermining very values of fair singapore (i.e. equality amongst fruits, pants and pens, regardless of taste, material* or colour) and flood my blog with comments about how slanderous and bigoted my opinions are and make anonymous attacks on my character and friends. ho hum.
*pledge of pant equality- that all pants be considered equal, regardless of material of construction, number of pockets or brand, be it draw-string, elastic waistband or belt-and-buckle.
Fight Club!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla
aight. i can live with that. now if only i had a bod like that.
So its like this- I joined this online community thinge called Friendster, and basically you add your friends to it, and their friends are connected to you via them and the it goes on and on like an intricate spider web. So like. In a odd, whacked out way, Catherine (the JAG babe) is connected to me via 3 friends. Ase Wang's somewhere in the melting pot too. I read this somewhere once... everyone knows everyone at least 6 times removed. Hmmm. haha My chances with Rory aren't looking dismal now.
My great plans for movie maddness went pop when I fell asleep on the carpet, only to wake up the following day just in time for Jamie Oliver. (yay!) MY friends were gone so I guess they found their way back, and it seems I missed a veryy steamy shower scene between Denise Richards and some nigga girl. Damnit!
My great plans for movie maddness went pop when I fell asleep on the carpet, only to wake up the following day just in time for Jamie Oliver. (yay!) MY friends were gone so I guess they found their way back, and it seems I missed a veryy steamy shower scene between Denise Richards and some nigga girl. Damnit!
2003-09-17
So today was physics paper. What can be said... an exam is an exam is an exam. I'm not getting an F thats for sure so its a definate improvement? Gosh. That just sounds pathetic. Anyway the good thing about todays exam was that it was in the library, meaning it was AIR-CONDITIONED, which means... I finally got a chance to wear my beloved 2nd hand air-force army jacket!
You see, it belonged to an air force pilot, and he died during the Afgan war. Osama found his jacket and wore it as a disguise to escape the US. Then he passed the jacket to Saddam his ol' buddy. And if you read my previous post, Saddam dropped by for dinner the other day and left the jacket at my place. And so thats the history of my jacket. I love 2nd hand clothes!
Had 2 beers for lunch in lieu of the coming Pirate day and for the hell of it. Dead tired by the time I got back after lunch, but against my better judgement went to take a shower, leaving me in a comatose state of consciousness.
I plan to put my brain on the backburner tonight with silly DVDs and crude jokes.
Just a reminder: 2 days to Speak Like a Pirate Day. I hope everyone will participate in this joyous occasion of merryment.
Btw, I am 2 people short of a threesome. Any takers?
You see, it belonged to an air force pilot, and he died during the Afgan war. Osama found his jacket and wore it as a disguise to escape the US. Then he passed the jacket to Saddam his ol' buddy. And if you read my previous post, Saddam dropped by for dinner the other day and left the jacket at my place. And so thats the history of my jacket. I love 2nd hand clothes!
Had 2 beers for lunch in lieu of the coming Pirate day and for the hell of it. Dead tired by the time I got back after lunch, but against my better judgement went to take a shower, leaving me in a comatose state of consciousness.
I plan to put my brain on the backburner tonight with silly DVDs and crude jokes.
Just a reminder: 2 days to Speak Like a Pirate Day. I hope everyone will participate in this joyous occasion of merryment.
Btw, I am 2 people short of a threesome. Any takers?
GRRRR. its almost 4am now, physics paper is in about 4 1/2hours. Minus time for transport and misc dilly-dallying (like what im doing now), i have about 3 hours left. And another 5 topics to revise and 3 to learn from scratch. This sucks. I'd call Yoon now and bother her for a bit but shes sleeping and i'll be nice. which is why im whining here. How the hell could i misplace my notes?! god damnit! darryl! hojun! i need you two back with me! im a mess without you sheparding me around. tho yoon and xin xin do an ok job. sigh. how am i going to survive next time. i can imagine it now... me alone in a foreign country. i've misplaced my luggage, lost my passport and forgot where im staying. and if that country is china where they all speak friggin chinese (read: alian-ese), I'm friggin dead.
Chinese stranger: (translated) Hi would you like to participate in a gay orgy? (lai xiao di. ne lai gen wo, wo zhao gu ne hao hao!)(What I thought I heard: Come, let me help you poor boy.)
Me: Wow how nice of you! OK! (waa ne zhen de hen hao. xie xie!)
SIGH.
Chinese stranger: (translated) Hi would you like to participate in a gay orgy? (lai xiao di. ne lai gen wo, wo zhao gu ne hao hao!)(What I thought I heard: Come, let me help you poor boy.)
Me: Wow how nice of you! OK! (waa ne zhen de hen hao. xie xie!)
SIGH.
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