Friday, March 31, 2006
Just like this
The completion of a job well done,
Congratulatory dinner for all.
A meal out.
Life snuffed out,
Shi Zheng, Yan Ru will be missed by all,
But your work on earth here is done.
It's time.
Bye.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
NSFW ;)
Yes, yes... I know I've been whining and complaining rather excessively these few days. It's hardly out of character you know? Despite my recent bout of optimism and joyfulness, it is, after all,
THE SUBMISSION SEASON in school and like every other person, hmm... make that, like every other ill-disciplined and bad at time-management person, I'm rushing and panicking and generally self-inducing grouchiness.
In addition to the above mentioned fatal flaw, I have also recently developed this smooth as butter memory where time and things-to-do slip off my mind ever so easily. Just yesterday, I submitted a write-up due 2 days ago because my mind calendar registered the 27th as next week. Don't ask me how that happened, coz I have no idea either.
But anywayz, thank God for really nice, thoughtful, considerate, compassionate, lovely, humorous Profs like Dr. Chng who have long, toned, tanned legs to boot! (Gosh, what a lame pun. Haha!)
Pardon the gushing. But brains turn me oh so on! Woo!
Guess the term "mind-fuck" (*blush* me speakth sailor's tongue!) has physiological origins as well. Communicable intelligence gets one really excited!
(For CDA or Critical Discourse Analysis aka Practical Criticism fans, do note the recurring use of exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!)
Or maybe I just need company. The only stimulating conversations I get these days are when I read out my essays!
Haha! Self stimulation.
*cough*
In case you didn't get that hint, here's a bigger one. The Cathay Picturehouse has just reopened!
Ahem. *nudge*
And don't we all need to increase our cultural bank?
*nudge nudge*
Oh! And can the DVD Club members (you know who you are) start calling for meetings? I can't wait for our pseudo-academic establishment to begin! Such glee!
Off to Arthur Yap and Parke!
Multiple mind-blowing orgasm...
*winkz*
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Only enthu about non-academic tests
 | You scored as Married. You will get married, for you like being with another person. Someone to share your life with. The longing for children are not the primary cause for you choosing to be with someone.
Married | | 70% | M. W. Kids | | 65% | Single by mistake | | 65% | Single by choice | | 60% |
Will you stay single or get married? *pics*
created with QuizFarm.com |
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Emo-bobo is a Loco
If you lay a trap for me now, I might just walk into it and fall. Not because I didn't see, but because the straw lining the trap looks so tempting.
So tempting, I want to lie down and curl up, huddling amongst the prickly straw for warmth.
Until it breaks my back. Because I want you back.
I know I have a better bed at home. Yet tonight, the aching pain is such sweet yearning.
I scream.
Because my heart plays tricks on me.
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what a trip
I still know how to find you.
I don't know why I even thought of doing that, much less why I even thought of you.
It's scary, upsetting even... to know that when it's late and I'm down, at 340am, you crossed my mind.
Darn you! Jinx.
Grr...
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Quiz for Art's Sake
Pretty accurate if you ask me...
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Logical progression
I am trying to write my essay.
I am not writing my essay.
I feel like shit.
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Friday, March 24, 2006
Childhood is revealing
Yes, childhood reveals.
No, not those full frontal they took of you at a month old. Don't you have them?
Don't bluff. I'm quite sure you do, it's like part of the Singaporean repressed obsession with sex. Refrain from having sex (need I mention that damaging Durex survey?) and then proudly display the sex (and I mean the organ) of your child to prove the fact that you've had sex.
But my point is, I'm quite sure deep in the dusty drawers of your house, lurks some naughty pictures. I've seen quite a few embarrassed faces when moms show these compromising shots to girlfriends.
Haha! Beware!
But anyways, analysis of Singaporeans' pedophilic inclinations aside, childhood, or minimally, what you remember of it reveals quite a bit about the way you are now.
And strangely, I'm a techie! No, no... not tacky you bobo! Techie as in technologically inclined. Eh, maybe I should rephrase that. I was embarking on the path of the technologically inclined, but alas, on the path there, I was distracted by the flowers and butterflies. =)
But hey, I remember the transformers theme song!
"Transformers, robots in disguise"
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Don't piss me off
Because I could kill you if I wanted to.
Grr...
Maybe you could...
You scored 30% Cold and 46% Level-Headed! |
In a pinch, you could do it, but you'd need a damn good reason to. And you're not going to be too happy afterward. |
 |
 | | You scored higher than 41% on Cold |
You scored higher than 15% on Level-Headed |
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Darn cool...
This blog is taking a sharp turn, with video links and now tech recommendations.
But seriously, if you guys haven't seen
this you really should. Especially for people who take lecture notes...and those who have horrible spelling that needs to be digitalized then spell-checked.
Hah!
I must apologize for gushing but it really is an amazing gadget.
Just slightly less amazing than the fact that I've sorta become a techie...
Strange.
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
Someone's enjoying a little more
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
A long way from where I started
I started with thoughts about children, then hoping to understand adults.
But ultimately, I've realized that it is money that speaks.
Cryptic, (I'm glad) but I'm only talking about my ISM.
Thank God for progress!
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Recommended reading
Brilliantly writtenHeaven or hell is really up to you.
I decide...
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Cycle of Life
Sometimes, after I read my friends' posts, I also want to post some chim chim, cryptic, ambiguous things.
But bo bian leh... my life so simple, so happy. Everyday eat, sleep, eat, sleep. Meet friends, talk, laugh, talk, laugh. Feel stress. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep...
Wah Biang! Like that how to be literary?
Somemore, not dating anyone. So dun need to make all those secret codes to hide this hide that. No symbols, therefore no layers of meaning.
That's why, sometimes, after I read my friends' posts, I feel like posting some chim chim, cryptic, ambiguous things.
But bo bian leh... my life so simple, so happy. Everyday eat, sleep, eat, sleep. Meet friends, talk, laugh, talk, laugh. Feel stress. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep...
Eat, sleep, eat, sleep...
Sleep...
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Monday, March 20, 2006
Of hope and love
A complete CPO (cut and paste only) entry. But dedicated to someone close to heart.
Darling, you asked me what I thought...
This is it:One of the toughest things to figure out is
when to let go of something that is important to you. When do you give up hope?
Melanie had fallen pretty hard for Glen. In fact, she was deeply in love with him, and it was no wonder. He was energetic, smart, funny, loving, creative, and possessed a good sense of values. He gave her a lot of attention when they first met, and she thought, as did her friends and family, that he could be "the one". Everybody was crazy about him.
But slowly she began to experience a pattern. It seemed that Glen's work and hobbies took up more of his attention than did she. Sometimes he failed to call when he said he would, and after waiting alone for hours she would just go to bed. She began to doubt herself...her attractiveness, her likability, and whatever else she could question about herself that might explain his lack of responsiveness.
Finally she began to talk to him about the problem. She told him that if they were serious about each other, which both agreed was the case, she needed to feel that she was a priority to him. She felt that she ranked quite low on his list of priorities, even though they had been together for over a year and were talking about marriage. She was
not happy with being at the bottom of his list.
Glen was a little defensive, but he agreed to turn things around. And he did so for a while, but it was short-lived. She confronted him with the issue again. She offered to go to counseling. He said he would try to do better, but his "work was so demanding". She was patient.
But after giving him enough time and chances to change, she told him it was over.
She broke it off. It was heartbreaking, but with the support of her friends and family, she did it. For a while.
After a month or so, she began to miss the good old days when she and Glen were together and it was so wonderful. She played the scenes over and over in her mind, recalling all of the fine things about him. Why did she break up? Couldn't they make it work? They loved each other so much and had so much in common, it just seemed such a waste not to work it out. She wanted him back.
So she called Glen and said she wanted to get together and try their relationship again. They met and talked, and he agreed to think about it. He missed her too. He promised to call in a day or so. A week went by, and no call. She finally had to call him for a response, and she found him living out his same old commit/no commit pattern right there on the phone.
Melanie came to me and asked what I thought. She said that she had been
hoping Glen would change.
"Well, you have to figure out whether there is hope or not" I told her.
"Of course I hope it works," she said.
"I don't know if I would call that hope," I said. "It sounds
more like wishing than hoping."
"What's the difference?" she asked.
"A
wish is something that you desire and want to come true. You can want it with all of your being. The desire for it can be very, very strong. But it is totally subjective and comes totally from you. It is one-sided and
has no basis in reality.
"Hope, on the other hand, is not as subjective. It has objective reasons to believe that good things are going to happen, or at least can happen. For example, if in your time apart, Glen had decided that he has a real problem with getting close and remaining committed, and if he decided to get help to correct that problem, that would be
something objective in which to place hope. But as it is, your 'hope' is really just a one-sided wish with no reason for it to be there other than your wanting it."
"So what should I do?" Melanie asked. It seemed that she was getting the picture.
"Well, I think you should give up hope for the relationship to ever be different," I said, "since there is nothing objective in the picture to say that it will be. In fact, you have over a year of
highly objective data telling you it will never be different."
"So, I should walk away?" she asked.
"I did not say that," I replied. "I said you should give up hope for the relationship to be different. Then you can see the reality of what it is. You have data that shows you what being in a relationship with Glen is like and will be like. That is the way it is. That is the way it will be after you have done everything possible to fix it.
Now, the question is this: is that what you want in life? Long term, do you want to be number two, or three, or ten on his list of priorities? That is what you must decide, and then you will know whether you want to walk or not. Ask yourself if you like the relationship as it is now, because that is the way it will always be unless you see reason for hope other than ‘I miss you and will try to do better.’"
"I'm done," she said.
Hope is one of the great virtues in life, right up there along with faith and love (1 Corinthians 13). But hope is not a fairy tale wish; it is bedrock, and you should be able to order your life with it at your side.
Melanie's initial approach was certainly not a way you would want to order your life, whether you were betting on business or love. Remember that
hope means investing time and energy toward results that you have solid reason to believe can be achieved.
It is not hope to invest time and energy in a goal that has no forces acting upon it to bring it about. That is stagnation.
It is a waste of time, and time is ultimately what your life is about. Getting rid of the painful problem has the added benefit of making room for a positive alternative. In fact:
New things that actually have hope for the future cannot appear until you get rid of what was taking up the space that the new thing needs.
If there is no hope for whatever it is you are clinging to, let go of it so you can be open to something new and life-giving.
Phew! That was long... I sure hope you read it and it spoke to you.
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Chronicles of the Birthday Girl
In effect, Wed's Sakae Sushi buffet marked the start of the week of festivity! But most unfortunately, the Godbrother has yet to send me the pics. :S I think he's punishing me for misplacing his VCD... Haha!
But anyway, the action packed celebration began on Friday, with loving friends willing/unwillingly waiting while I took narcissistic shots of myself.
After which, dinner at
Changing Appetites. Quite apt really, coz that marked the beginning of my changing appetite wherein I actually agreed to gorging 2 buffets in 12 hours.
Because you see, after dinner, I went home for midnight supper with the folks and the monster in tow! No photos (fortunately) to incriminate myself engaging in this sinful activity. *sigh*
But moving on...
The second buffet... Note the increasing rounded face.
Barely 2 hours after the buffet lunch, it's time for dinner!
With the other CG... Can you see me growing? *keke*
But the grand finale of this series of Bday consumption came this morning in the mail:
Oh! look at what we have!
So sweet and pretty...
From who?
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Oh Bugger
Blogger is giving me problems uploading pictures...
YIH study room in NUS will be opened for 24 hours from this week onwards. Somebody convince me that it isn't time to start mugging yet...
*sobz*
1 month to exams.
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Saturday, March 18, 2006
Reconsider your birth day
Bloody, graphic, NSFW images...
But nothing we've not been through.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6693250232685996691
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Friday, March 17, 2006
Observations
I would have to concur that the keyboard is the dirtiest, most micro-organism infested item in the house.
Unless of course, you are living with certain individuals I know of.
Then, bags will beat keyboards hands, or rather, fingers down.
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Also, recently broken up people often go through this phase of "Look how well I'm doing!"
It might be contrived, it might be said in faith, self-comforting, self-deceiving or otherwise, a true reflection of how one really didn't invest much emotion into the relationship.
Either way, I only observe and shall refrain from commenting.
#$%^&*()_(*&^%^&*()(*&^%$^&*()_(*&^%$!@#$%
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
Old soul
You should have grown up during the fifties
You like simpler times when you could go to the malt shop with your sweetie and park down on lover’s lane. You also like change and imagining your bright future.
Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com |
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Quiz Time!
All's fine, except that I'm kinda literally tone deaf now.
=(
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Friday, March 10, 2006
Dun wanna grow up... =(
Being very blessed with friends who love me, I've been receiving queries about what I want for the approaching B-day. Yes, that Big day... You know, the day my mom experienced the most excruciating pain of her life? The same day that my dad realized how much his crafting skills needs to be improved?
Yep, that day.
And so, being the nice friend that I also am, I've figured that I need to make appropriate responses to your queries. Therefore, presenting *ahem* the wish list:
Small tube of mascara
Muffin and/or loaf tins
Black A4-able bag (nice of course)
No mammoth feat there... Except for the last item, which is on my eternal wish list. I've been wanting one since I started uni!
2 months to graduation but the quest goes on.
But seriously, turning 23 is surprisingly quite low key for me. More than anything, I'm beginning to feel adult. Or rather, Singaporean adult.
Trust me, there's a difference. =p
So the Singaporean was thinking about my approaching birthday and it goes:
Wah, birthday coming soon hor. Yea... it's a Saturday. What do I have to do on that day?
Let me see. Wah! Quite fully packed leh. In that case, I'd have to do some rescheduling.
Wah. Like that ah. You have work to do? Absolutely. I'm looking forward to getting down to work more than anything.
How about meeting up with friends? Anyone asked you yet? Actually, yes... but seems like I can't make it.
Ya lor... have to do work.And when my conscious and subconscious selves merge and agree on something (for once) who am I to disagree?
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My handicap
I've acquired a new handicap. No, I've not taken up golf. Rather, I've been diagnosed with a perforated eardrum.
Perforated. What a cool word... It fully utilizes your oral capacity.
Per-fo-ra-ted.
Bilabial, labiodental, alveolar... The word rolls off your tongue quite literally.
Anyway, with my newly diagnosed handicap, I've come to realize that I'm not as patient as I imagined myself to be. For although my ailment is non-intrusive, i.e. that I'm not in constant pain,
...sighing comes to me instead of food;
my groans pour out like water.
So now I understand why great men in pain would curse the day of their birth.
With that bit of enlightenment, I'm beginning to learn how to appreciate this perforation.
Because, what else allows people to ask after me?
What else builds bonds and facilitates ear-aches sharing sessions?
What else, (check this out!) allows you to whistle through your ears?
Woohoo!
perforated eardrums are like so cool...
Hah!
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Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Me and my domestic haven
Drew this and am going to post this up, like a proud parent on the fridge door:
Click on this link and draw your own house, take your personality test (oh yea...I forgot) and we can be neighbors!
http://www.drawahouse.com/takethetest/index.asp?street=4322b20ed7af87ef8a75c332e4d44949
Go do it!
I wanna be Bree!
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Monday, March 06, 2006
shush... dry your tears
Every thing is possible coz of Him who gives me strength.
But every once in a while, I'd like some pep talk:
http://lingyun.YouAreMighty.com
Hip Hip Hooray!
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Jumble of thoughts
Crappy poetry aside...
Slightly more than a fortnight to my birthday and I'm feeling that the carefree days of my youth are over.
Looking back to last year, to my foolhardy year, I'm relieved and even more so, grateful that my painful, self-destructive and emotionally traumatic year is over. But as much as I thank God for that, the sight of people I love around me, trapped in that same pit, the pit of irrational attraction to unhealthy individuals, hurts me so much.
So much that I tear...
But tears don't cloud my vision, not yet. Not all of these terribly wrong people are complete bastards. Some
are of course, but not all... At least not all the time. But regardless how big the bastard is, or how anal the asshole, the crux of the matter is our inability to just step back and walk away.
Walk away...
And walk away I tell you, savor the last bit of your carefree days, of youthful idealism, optimism. The days when your mistakes can be wiped away with tears and wounds only hurt when the air's turning cold.
It rains...
With the rains come a new season of life. What the rain doesn't wash away will stay. The stubborn bits of our past that wouldn't melt away, stand erect, a constant reminder of who we could have been. Or a monument to who we are today. Depending on how you look at it of course.
Course...
But wouldn't you have wished, like I wish, that the course of your life could have taken a different path.
A path more scenic and less cynic.
A road less traveled but more leveled.
With a friend more sincere in holding your hand.
Darling, I wish I was more of a friend to have held your hand. Instead of a friend shedding silent tears and writing this to you.
I love you. Be happy.
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
It sure hurts to say goodbye.
With the fluttering of leaves,
The falling of rain drops.
We turn around and walk away.
I'm sad that you have to leave,
But remember,
it's not off the face of earth I'll drop.
We just turned around and walked away.
Simply apart...
'till the next season comes by.
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Friday, March 03, 2006
Because I am a Lit major
Because I am a Lit major,I am afraid to fall asleep after reading "Dracula", while bed-wetting has been abandoned by my peers and inconsistence too earlier for them.
Because I am a Lit major,I am excited about bookish films like
"Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story", while the rest of the world wrinkle their foreheads in curious amusement.
Because I am a Lit major, I am tickled by insects and strange foreign names, while my girl friends either scream in horror or hope to exclaim in pleasure.
Because I am a Lit major.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
The Bee is Busy
A certain pretty miss has questioned me on the lack of updates on my blog.
I am glad to announce that I am:
1. Still alive.
2. And kicking.
Though I do wish that I'm doing more of the literal kicking because lately, it seems like I have to kick increasingly hard to get into my pants. But never mind my bedroom gymnastics.
The reason of my silence can perhaps be attributed to my own undoing. You see, by blatantly exhibiting my blog address on my MSN nick, I have implicitly invited all friends and acquaintances alike to read and link my blog with free abandon. Because of this increase in readership (Yes, I mean to be ironic), I now am caught in a rather awkward situation where I:
1. Am obliged to update
2. Am obliged to refrain from bitching
The later of course severely restricts the proliferate publication of posts, given humanity's almost irrepressible impulse to bitch.
So, rather than bitching, I've been spending my time constructively. Like reading Roald Dahl's "Matilda" and discovering a rather homoerotic relationship between Miss Honey and Matilda, where the power relation is inverse and Matilda wears the pants.
I quote(and you must imagine this soft focused, rosy hued image):
"Would you let me stay with you then?"
Miss Honey said softly, "Yes, that would be heaven."
and the story ends with a twist to the conventional riding off into the sunset:
Miss Honey was still hugging the tiny girl in her arms and neither of them said a word as they stood there watching the big black car tearing round the corner at the end of the road and disappearing for ever into the distance.
And now that you are done covering your ears and screaming in anguish at the last shreds of your childhood being devastated, I apologize.
For the lack of updates.
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