Temporary Inanity

2004-03-03T00:18:00.000+08:00

STOP!

Go here! Update links! And stuff! *claps hands and cheers*

Now, if only I had done my PS essay like I was supposed to do.....

2004-02-29T22:11:00.000+08:00

Since everyone's doing it....
Just a section. It's the funnest one.

Have You Ever
109. Drank Alcohol: yep
110. Smoked: No
111. Gotten Drunk: whoo hoo!
112. Gotten High: on drugs? no. other things? yes.
113. Dyed Your Hair: Yes.
114. Kissed the Same Sex: No
115. Thought about Killing yourself: it happens less now.
116. Hated yourself: probably during the roller coaster that is puberty
117. Liked someone way older than you: way? How way? possibly.
118. Liked someone way younger than you: way? How way? possibly.
119. Broken a Bone: Yep
120. Had Surgery: Yup.
121. Talked to Strangers: Yes. But when you finish sometimes they're not strangers anymore.
122. Ran Away From Home: Thought about it.
123. Did the opposite your parents told you to do/not to do: Probably.
124. Sang in public: Yes.
125. Worn a Dress: Apparently. Alvin says something about a skit we had to do once, but I've blanked out all memory of that incident.
126. Worn a Tie: Yes.
127. Worn a Suit: Nope.
128. Gotten in to a physical fight: Possibly. Can't remember.
129. Hurt someone emotionally: Possibly. Can't remember.
130. Hurt someone physically: Possibly. Can't remember.
131. Made someone cry: Possibly. Can't remember. Prolly not though.
132. Said you loved someone: Yep.
133. Said you hated someone: Yep.
134. Talked to a stuffed animal: Yep.
135. Talked to yourself: Yep.
136. Driven a car: Yep.
137. Danced in public: Yep, if only to embarass myself.
138. Danced when no one was looking: Yep.
139. Sang when no one was looking: Yep.

2004-02-27T22:02:00.000+08:00

kakita

Black Moore

Agility
8

Strength
4

Stamina
8

Battle Rating
20

Origins
kakita was hatched from an ancient egg, uncovered in the arctic

he also doesn't cheat for his power, unlike direcow

2004-02-24T23:17:00.000+08:00

STOP!

Go here!

(And no... not new site yet.... rest assured I'll use that red man photo again. ^^;)

2004-02-23T01:48:00.000+08:00

Research

Roger Joseph Manning Jr., band member, co-founder of Jellyfish and TV Eyes, session and tour musician for Beck, Blink 182, Sheryl Crow
"The world of recorded media is changing at lightning speeds, and nobody knows what to do about it. I am on the fence right now about this whole thing. I see where it can be a powerful tool for promoting small and medium artists. On the other hand, all the artists are being ripped off to a degree.

But it's the medium-sized bands and smaller acts that suffer the most from piracy. That scene relies incredibly on sharing and word of mouth. It's not the Limp Bizkits and the Metallicas. Sure, they can argue losses on paper. So what does that mean? They can't buy their sixth Mercedes?

I make a lot of my living through session work. Many of the bands that I work with are so big that piracy doesn't affect them. The multi-platinum acts still hire me. I don't see them hurting. But I'm painfully aware and sad about the current state of the business.

We've all been living with the old design where bands sign up with record labels, and musicians end up losing control. In my opinion, that model has ripped off more from musicians [than piracy]. Why not try something else? What have I got to lose by jumping in and experimenting with doing a selected release on a few Web sites?

There has to be some kind of alternative that omits the recording labels so the artist becomes the salesman for his wares. And the Internet could be the vehicle by which he can do that."

Originally published in Los Angeles Times, “Quotes From Key Players” September 9, 2003

Dido
"I think for me it's a mixed thing, I love people hearing my music, however they hear it. I think it's great and it makes me happy. But I do think that people need to know what the consequences of it are going to be, which is you're not going to get to hear new artists as much. New music is not going to get a chance, which means not so much variety because, for me, what seems to be happening, the more illegal downloading is taking off, the more the record companies are suffering, the more that they're only concentrating on the big artists and the littler ones, who probably are making far better music quite frankly, aren't getting heard. And, I just think everyone loses at that point. So, to me it's just about being careful with an industry that can bring us a lot of joy, and bring us a lot of variety of music, and just being careful that it doesn't get destroyed because of it. I'm never going to get too upset when I hear about someone downloading something because I think great, they like it. But, I'm doing fine. But that doesn't mean my friends who sing or play or whatever are doing as fine."

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Sigh. I guess that once they have the songs that I want I'll hop on the iTunes band wagon. By the way Grace, could you be a dear and help me buy the Guild League CD? We can't get over here. :(

2004-02-19T21:30:00.000+08:00

In over my head

To do list:
Test- Bio Chem, next friday
test- Bio Stats, next saturday
test- Genetics, tuesday two weeks from now

3 March- Political science essay
5 March- Political science project
I really don't know when- IT project
24 March- MT project

Which is one reason why everyone's moved to subtlethought except me. The thought of learning something which I was never really any good at (ask alvin about my constant debacle involving dreamweaver and uglifying tables of doom) doesn't particularly strike me as an attractive idea right now. Ah, if only I could be a masochist and LIKE working my ass off. =p

It doesn't help I'm in some sort of lazy rut now. The more things I have, the more I feel an urge to sink into the bliss of denial. I'd say it's burn out, except I haven't been doing any burning to begin with. I probably need more sleep. Or to stop playing gunbound/fallout tactics.

2004-02-14T00:27:00.000+08:00

Valentine's what?

Clicky clicky. For all the hallmark moments you need. As you can see I hijacked and scrawled something really fast and really quick. ;)

And in case you were worrying, dys was the one that sent me the link to begin with, so you know what we both think of the day. (And raydance, now you know why I laughed at that flower question)

Well, I'm not all ebeneezer scrooge, so hope all of you have a decent valentine's day. Go play warcraft or literati or something. And don't go to orchard/the city later today.

2004-02-11T16:45:00.000+08:00

I can't really think of anything to say

But here's your daily allottment of educational trivia. These were colour photos taken into the 1900s. COLOUR PHOTOS, people. More than a century past. And the colours. This guy was amazing.

Oh, and I feel like some shameless advertising.

2004-02-09T09:32:00.000+08:00

ALSO from dys',

You are a Theory Slut. The true elite of the
postmodernists, you collect avant-garde
Indonesian hiphop compilations and eat journal
articles for breakfast. You positively live
for theory. It really doesn't matter what
kind, as long as the words are big and the
paragraph breaks few and far between.

What kind of postmodernist are you!?
brought to you by Quizilla

It's rather weird, the fact that I have the exact same results in two consecutive tests as Direcow. And I too, don't know what the heck a theory slut/postmodernism is anyhows.

She's rather cute though, in a poseur goth sorta way. And they call me the boy next door.... ;)

2004-02-03T20:50:00.000+08:00

Ballad of Serenity

It's strange how three people in my life can, on their respectives blogs and in their respective lives, mention things that I'm kind of feeling in my own.

To Direcow, you don't need to worry. Without mincing words, it seems as if I've frittered the week away too. Maybe it would be insulting to others for even calling it close to boring (for that's not what it truly is), so I shall rephrase it as such: The past week has been less memorable than other weeks, but still, it was a good week, if unremarkable.

But social interaction wears down on me so. There are only so many people I want to go out with and even then, it's (comparatively) a woefully short time before I have my fill of people. (In fact, the one person I haven't had enough time with just so happens to reside on the other face of the planet, but that's a complaint for another time). No offence to anyone, it's just the way I'm built. I'm even thinking of cutting down on the rping, but considering Jack and his sei-shortage, I'll probably hang around so no one gets an rp withdrawal.

What I don't understand however, is why no one else watching would be a dampener on you watching a good movie by yourself. I guess we're built differently, you and I. Me, I'd just watch it by myself. For one thing, it would definitely be less embarrassing, the whole crying like a baby in Last Samurai (which is a HYPERBOLE, in case you guys were worrying).

Whatever it is, I hope I wasn't one of the causes of your malaise. It's just I like the me-time. It'll go away sooner or later, but as of this moment, with work and other things piling up, alienation is one thing I wouldn't particularly mind having.

To Raydance, I shouldn't be encouraging you like this, but hear hear. Maybe now you know why I'm always so introverted. People (some people anyway) are just too much trouble to be around. Why put yourself through the trouble of being pissed off at them when you could just as easily avoid them, do something else (and quite possibly something more positive anyways)?

Now, I'm not saying hate them mind. I'll avoid going into the entire yoda shpiel, but you know that hate and the dark side are closer than 2nd cousins twice removed. I'm just saying that whilst people need people, some people need less people than other people. Got that? Good. ;)

I don't know. It's just that the time I spend alone, with my pencil and paper, or with my camera (yes. MINE. Preciousss) the time to be alone and think. The quiet with nothing but the faint scritch of graphite on paper or the mellow grooves of cinerama, guild league and cowboy bebop (that I am wont to play nowadays)... has made me happier (or at least more content) than I have ever been since.... since dec 31 2002. And that's an important date, mind.

Whatever it is, I advocate the whole anti-people stance. As long as you don't decide to trot out firearms anways.

And to Dys, I'm not sure if I really do, but I'd like to think that I know how you feel. It always seems as if one's grasp of a medium will never be enough to live up to the pictures inside your head, be it clumsy words, klutzy limbs, or in my case a poor hand (and ALSO klutzy limbs). Just try not to be too hard on yourself, ok dear? It really is a good thing that you have movies to make you slow down. Sometimes your running around and running yourself ragged worries me so.

Incidentally, I'm on a big MT project thing now. It's homework, so forgive me if I seem a bit harder to get to for a while, or if I suddenly seem to have dropped out of the drawing radar (I'll still try to squeeze in light drawings and studies, but no promises). It's not going to be my magnum opus (or at least I hope it won't be, that'd just be depressing) but I really to want it to be a good learning experience.

(Oh, and the article Direcow mentions is Lass' Rapid Transit, which is in today's ST:Life. I was looking around STI to find the link and forward it to you, but couldn't find it. Maybe it'll be up in a day or so. I hope. If you really want it I'll go transcribe or something.)

Whatever it is, try to not burn out ok? I'll write soon.

To everyone, take it easy. My mega playlist repeat songs are now 'Ballad of Serenity', the Firefly theme song, and Ask DNA. Try to find them (or me) and play them. Kick back. Relax. Ask DNA.

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me

-Joss Whedon, Firefly theme

2004-01-27T21:26:00.000+08:00

Something old, something new

MORE PHOTOS FOR YOU!

Yay to hotlinking! Or direct linking! Or some sort of linkage-y things anyway. Just to tide me over till we actually get a server. I hope.

Anyways, go herefor thingies that I didn't put up on deviantart. It's embarrassing, overloading their servers like that.

2004-01-25T02:38:00.000+08:00

Tired. Need sleep.

It's 3am (essentially) and I've been keeping late nights like this for far too long. But before I go, here's something for all of you. Battlefield God It seems as if I'm an agnostic who defines God as the (I think) christian sense I get 2-3 bitten bullets. However, if I define God as Q (not that many people would get that trek reference, and if they did, I'm not sure if they'd approve) I whizz through perfectly fine.

Maybe we'll talk about the problem of faith sometime when I'm not too tired. Oh, and maybe you can tell me what you ppl got too, eh?

2004-01-23T17:08:00.000+08:00

A question

If anyone can tell me where I can find proper art books on good movies, I'd be sure as heck be pleased. It's not a matter of buying them, it's finding them to begin with. What movies? Well, movies like...

The Last Samurai
Kill Bill
The LOTR trilogy
The matrix (notice it's only one movie)
AI
POTC
Hellboy
Blade
Underworld

And other movies in that vein. Less photos and more... design books, art books, stuff like that.

Woot.

Btw, also tell me if there are any Borders/Kino sales round the corner. I can't believe I missed yesterday's borders sale. But ah heck, it's only 15% off anyway.

2004-01-22T23:44:00.000+08:00

Welcome to America:

Largest natural resource of denial.

I wonder how some people actually believe that they can get onto American Idol. Most can't even speak properly, let alone sing. I'm not faulting their inability to sing. I can't sing and I doubt that people would fault me for that. What I fault is their lack of a reality check. It's amazing that they can say with a straight face 'yes I'm good'.

I can only hope that most of them were there because they knew they sucked but still wanted their shot at (in)fame. Or maybe they've got a terminal case of bathroom karaoke syndrome.

Direcow was right though, the first episode was hilarious. Even if it makes me feel guilty.

In other news, CNY greeting tires the heck out of me. Another long day tomorrow. Also, Channel 5 seems to be really imrpoving their adverts, which is a sight for sore eyes. I like their putting in of effort. Adverts for band of brothers and chicken run were great. In fact, I sometimes wonder if the adverts for chicken run were something they stole for somewhere else, rather than thought up themselves. It's that good.

2004-01-19T22:36:00.000+08:00

Prodigal

Another disclaimer, just in case. Previous rant was not an angst off. It was, in fact, a rant. Pure and simple. Symptom of being artistically constipated.

I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see

Thanks to Merekat though for rescuing me from artistic oblivion. Nice to get a good swift kickinnabutt when you need it, even if it wasn't directed to me at all.

Btw, to raydansu-chan.... It's nice to know my nostrils can brighten up someone's day so much. *wry smile*

2004-01-19T11:21:00.000+08:00

A symptom of the malaise

As inter-personal conflicts rise along with tone of voice, I do what seems to come almost instinctively to me. A knee-jerk response, reflex action, protective and preventive. I cloister myself off, raising that protective shell of distance, the blanket of solitude.

You can see the distant rumblings, can't you? Strange words annoyingly emo phrases like such as 'cloister' and 'the blanket of solitude' (ooh, the blanket of solitude, next best thing to the fluffy towel if indecision) being used in everyday parlance (and for that matter 'parlance') should have clued you in. With any luck, it won't get that annoying.

It's just.... so quiet sometimes. It's comforting, being alone. I mean... logically, rationally, if you had human conflict, the most efficient way to deal with that issue is to remove the source of that conflict; the human. No, I'm not saying we should kill them all off (although I think that's a choice to some people out there). I mean... you just... remove yourself for a bit.

Maybe I'm saying all of this because it's Chinese New Year. I'm taking this all cynically, but how do most people take it? I mean, it's almost the equivalent of Thanksgiving. Putting people that only see each other once a year in close proximity and then watching sparks fly. Family disputes, internecine squabbles and trying to put the best facade of yours forward. It's enough to kill most people. 'But they're FAMILY', you say, and that's exactly my point. CNY is less a time to get together and more a responsibility to them.

And maybe a chance to eat more pineapple tarts than you have the rest of the year.

2004-01-19T01:33:00.000+08:00

More admin

It's actually a poll. Some names for a new site for me, sam, pete and alvin. Poll. Vote. Opine. Hell, throw in new ideas if you want in the comment box. We're.... undecided. =p

2004-01-17T11:59:00.000+08:00

Admin

Congratulations!

You have been allocated to University of Alberta for Semester 2 of AY2004/2005. This will be a faculty-level exchange administered by Dean's Office. Your application form will be sent to the partner university for their processing.

We will liaise with the partner university and will keep you informed of any updates via email. It is students' responsiblity to check the NUS email account regularly to avoid missing of any important notices and deadlines.

Please approach your SEP coordinator to discuss on the revised study plan and submit to us by 26/01/2004, 10am. Late and incomplete submission shall be deemed as rejection of the allocation.

Also, this monday, probably going to be
Stats 11-12
It 12-1 (michelle)
Philo 2-3

In case anyone needs to know.

2004-01-16T23:31:00.000+08:00

I should learn to be less honest

(vaguely paraphrased)
SEP Interviewer: If you were in the partner university, how would you go about promoting Singapore?

Me: What exact aspects do you mean when you say 'promote'?

S: How would you attract people to visit singapore, or participate in the NUS/uni exchange program?

M: To be honest, I believe I can speak of the advantages of emigrating to Singapore rather than having a short stint in it.

S: Why would you say that?

M: Whilst Singapore is trying to expand its horizons as an arts hub in the region, it's wholly possible that it might not succeed. People can always find more exciting places to vacation to. Singapore, however, is the perfect place to settle down. Clean, green, lawful.... safe in all senses of the word. Possibly rather unexciting, but when it boils down to a job and kids... where else would you rather go?

S: (Stares speechless a bit) O....kay.

In retrospect, I should have said something about Sentosa, our World-renowned Zoo and.... I don't know. Some other crap. In all honesty though, is there REALLY a place to vacation to? I mean... there's the shopping and there's the.... shopping. But these things never really appealed to me, and well.... I doubt I can sell things that I myself don't believe in. When it comes down to being pragmatic though, Singapore is a pretty good place to live in. I mean.... granted, not much beauty or excitement or what not, but think of all the stuff I said! Add in a psychotic education environment, and you've got a wonderful place to raise the kids!

Sigh. Guess that interview was not so good. We'll find out in a few days.

One thing I've been finding out recently though... beauty is usually around you if you care to look. I've been playing around with the camera again, and really. It's all out there. You just need to look hard enough, wake up early enough. Everything's different in the early morning cool, when the world is just waking up, before the hellish heats sucks the life out of everything...

But I digress. Beauty. Anywhere you look. In fact, I just put up two photos I took in my front lawn alone. Here and here.

I know how dys feels, really, the whole dancing/writing thing. I wonder if that's why I've expanded into a different medium. "my flaws as a dancer, the constant struggle against my own body and my own instincts, that helps to shape me as a writer." I couldn't say it better myself. Except right now, I'm not sure which is my writing and which is my dance. It's depressing sometimes. I look at the photos I take and whilst I admit they're nothing special, even then... even THEN I doubt I'll ever have the talent to draw like that. Then again, as they say, 'if I wanted a picture to look like a photograph I'd take a photograph'.

I'm not complaining, mind you. In fact, it's almost like a breath of fresh air. No longer hunched over a pad, worrying over blue or black pencil lead. For once I'm looking outside into the world, not inside into my own... and good GOD it's vibrant out there. Don't worry. I'm still drawing. Albeit a bit less, but I think in time the photogrphy will help my drawing and vice versa. One can always learn. Plus, the not needing to pay for anything helps lots too. Heh. I've found something cheaper than pencils and paper. After the initial cost, cameras run on electricity! That's a very good thing.

Since I'm in the mood of replying to blogs on my own blogs (enetation is screwy again), something to say re: direcow, Pan and ROTK. I think I call Pan gay on-and-off only to see how some people would take it. I mean... alvin's annoyance with Pan being called gay... that's how I feel when they do the same for ROTK. I mean... the first few times maybe it's funny (in bad taste, but still funny). After a while though.... It's almost as if in this cynical world of ours there's no room for child-like wonder or innocence anymore. People (children, men, hobbits, elves, WHATEVER) cannot hug or cry for fear of being stoned and ridiculed. Where have all the cowboys gone? They've left, since they're too politically incorrect, gay, whatever.

People. There's gay, there's child-like and then there's being comfortable with your own sexuality. LEARN TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE.

Yeesh.

Especially when 13 year old prepubescent male aollers just bandy that word around like a swear word. It annoys the bejesus out of me. I don't know why. I just wish they actually knew what they were saying. I miss when gay meant happy, when thong meant slipper. Kids nowadays.

Gosh, I feel old.

2004-01-13T00:50:00.000+08:00

The simple life (but by no means the mundane one)

Whole family gone out to Malaysia, have left me to fend for myself, sunday-tuesday. Things I experienced today/more random thoughts!

Diplomacy and Philosophy seem to be arch-enemies.

As I was cycling out, saw an old ah ma walking under the shelter of an umbrella-toting filipino maid. She was almost some sort of anachronism, wearing those strangely coloured flower print pajama things you only see in period dramas of ww2 singapore, picking up pieces of broken glass off the little concrete path, and the maid was all 'oh no! you're going to cut yourself', and the ah ma was all 'I was thinking the same thing about the other people who would walk by'. Of course, they didn't speak, and even if they did, it wouldn't be in english or in that manner, but I was putting speech bubbles over their head. As the old lady was picking up the shards of emerald, I couldn't help but think if anyone in our generation would do the same thing. I know I wouldn't. I mean, I just cycled by. Makes you think.

I miss eating out. Fast food from Cold Storage. Grabbed me milk, cheese and rotisserie chicken today. Must make sure do same thing when grace comes back.

Soup is the best thing for guys who can't cook and can't be bothered. You take one huge-ass slow cooker, dunk in whatever the hell you like/is in the fridge, leave it on for hours, feeds for days. It's fool proof. Only problem being it's not me-proof. I need to learn how to cook better. (Or cook, period)

2004-01-12T15:09:00.000+08:00

random thoughts

blog in progress, pardon the messy

'I know what you're thinking about', said Tweedledum: 'But it isn't so, no how'
'Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, 'if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.'

When I read Euthyphro, i don't know why, but I see Spider Jerusalem in a toga and fake beard dressed as socrates and cussing every so often. Or perhaps the strange illogical logic to alice and her conversation with tweedledee and tweedledum.

There's the belief that the conversation between plato/socrates and euthyphro is just semantics. Perhaps when one's fundamental concepts comes under assault, it is always easier for one to disparage/disbelieve the assaulter rather than investigate the truths of the assault, however rational it may be. perhaps thus lies the concept of denial?

Does the euthyphro really concern itself with holiness and unholiness, or if he is wrong or right in the conviction of his father? rather, is it more concerned over the concept that what held dear or what once was considered unshakeable is now proven to be as mutable as quicksand? that belief is... really a very shaky subject?

but of course no one likes having their beliefs, their world-views demolished.

as a comment on my comments on this blog which is incidentally a really nice blog, cause and effect, cause and effect. I'm starting to sound like the bloody merovingian here. The matrix had nice ideas, screwed up the ending.

2004-01-10T00:36:00.000+08:00

COLD

Dude: man I can't believe I have to go out today...do you know how COLD it is outside?

kakita: i can guess. 20 below?
kakita: of course this is in celsius, can't exactly remember the conversion rate

Dude: -26C...but -44C with the windchill. The weather network says 'severe windchill warning in effect - frostbite in minutes' Shit yeah! Go Canada!

kakita: -26? -44?!

Dude: I have ice on the -inside- of my window.

kakita: good GOD. if i ever get waterloo or alberta, i terrify myself on what i'm getting myself into

Dude: Hahahaha Alberta is COLDER!

kakita: (small voice) *help*

Dude: This is a 'cold snap' in Ontario. In Alberta, there would be many many days like this.

kakita: i've been evolutionally adapted to have my optimum environment in the tropics!

Dude: Buy a snowsuit
Dude: I should get a picture of my roommate and I bundled up for the great outdoors. It's a riot. We look like a pair of overstuffed marshmallows.
Dude: yesterday I had...t-shirt, hooded sweatshirt (fleece lined of course), double layered jacket (fleece for warmth, nylon to cut the wind), headband under hood plus scarf over all exposed skin.

kakita: you've got one what.... 12 dozen layers?
kakita: that's gross.
kakita: (that's also the worst pun ever but nevermind)

Dude: Haha.
Dude: Unbelievably, my legs froze. I shoulda worn snowpants over my jeans. In the 15 minute walk across campus, my roommate and I couldn't feel our knees anymore.

kakita: this is a bad thing

Dude: But I mean really...this is BAD weather. It's not usually this horrendous. Even Canadians are going 'holy shit!'

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I worry. (And oh look! two blogs in a day!)

2004-01-09T22:52:00.000+08:00

Sith happens

I am in the process of uninstalling KOTOR. Why, you may ask. 'Why, WHY, for all that is good and holy and bright in the force, are you performing such a heinous, hideous act? Why must you turn away from the light and embrace the dark? The lack of KOTOR? Do you not love the wonderful camaraderie that you have with your npcs and them with each other? Do you not appreciate the back and forth banter between them? Or has the dark side proven too powerful? Have you grown tired over choking the life out of insolent fools, or raining unholy storms upon the deserving rabble? Has some malevolent force persuaded you down this foolish path of removing this pinnacle of modern gaming? Do you not agree with Penny Arcade's opinion that this must be one of the best games, nay, experiences ever... well.... experienced?'

Actually, all that. And more. But really. All good things must come to an end. And when you finish the game, only to immediately restart as a new character and play it for a day or two (in fact I'm already past taris on my other character), you know the game has serious replay value. And that you need counseling.

So I imposed an intervention on myself.

I mean really. Not talking to grace, not drawing, not doing Jack Schitt. (No offence to Jack) It all kind of annoys. I need to go back to doing something with my life again. Besides, the star trek fans are all looking at me like I'm some sort of Klingon now.

Alas, poor yorik coral. I knew them well. (Of course, all of one person will probably get this really bad pun).

It's gone now. Excuse me while I sit in a corner and cry.

2004-01-03T15:06:00.000+08:00

A brief respite
(or 'why i haven't updated blog in such a long time')

Dec 30, 1900: Dinner with grace at gwc delifrance, then pop over to zouk for poetry slam.
Dec 30, 2200: Leave when poetry slam ends and place starts to fill up with people that actually want to dance. Proceed to get lost around that area as we attempt to walk to orchard.
Dec 31, 0001: Finally hit orchard. Grab absolutely last bus home to grace's house. Raid nearby 7-11 for sustenance (chips, alchohol, milk and pink grapefruit mentos) and then proceed to squat in the vague vicinity. Feed many mosquitoes.
Dec 31, 0400: Decide to walk her the rest of the way home, then grab taxi back and CRASH. V sleepy.
Amount slept: 7 hrs.

Dec 31, 1100: Wake up. Don't feel like have woken up. Proceed to vegetate and prepare last minute SEP stuff.
Dec 31, 1530: Movie and din din with grace. School of rock is a good show. Especially since the entire singapore population should identify with the crazy school system and parents.
Dec 31, 2000: Meet up with Alvin and gang at parkway parade, proceed to raid nearby cold storage and giant for sustenance (chips, chips, more chips) end up drinking one and a half large thickshakes. VG. V full.
Dec 31, 2100: Mahjong, PS2 games, Family Business and other many-player fun ensues. New year comes and goes without much hoo hah. Finally one new year I stay sober. V V proud.
Jan 01, 0001: Resolve not to sound like Bridget Jones so much.
Amount slept: 0 hrs.

Jan 01, 0800: Breakfast at nearby hawker centre, see grace home
Jan 01, 1200: Get self home, CRASH.
Jan 01, 1500: Leave house to collect testimonial, quick lunch/dinner.
Jan 01, 1800: Return home. CRASH.
Amount slept: 17 hours.

Jan 02, 0800: Wake up. Proceed to run around home to get last bits of SEP documents done. Printer fails on me.
Jan 02, 1300: Proceed to run around NUS to get last bits of SEP documents done. To no avail. Still need A-level result, bank statement, cover sheet (which btw is only in the science faculty website and not the NUS faculty one so.... a caveat to all those science ppl who want to try out). On up side, nice nice lady was nice nice enough to give me till monday. Also, think girl at CBLC vaguely interested for me. Or at least is very amused by my slapstick ineptitudes. Nice to know I can still brighten up people's lives.
Jan 02, 1700: Buy dinner home for sis, vegetate for a bit.
Jan 02, 2200: Run out of house again, this time to grace's. Fall asleep on her bed. Unfortunately, she is in another room, trying to stay awake.
Jan 03, 0200: Wake up again. Try to help last minute packing, steal kabuki and books when she doesn't notice. Run off to Changi.
Jan 03, 0400: Grace checks in, proceeds to undergo security checks. Security checks disallow compressed gases, bleaching agents, magnets. Yangbin would have trouble getting through. Amuse self by taking random photos. Very intruigued by flippy board thing airports use to herald changes in flights. Took a photo of that.
Jan 03, 0500: Grace checks in. Depressed. World looks grayer now. Distract self by taking further random photos whilst hitching ride home with her parents.
Jan 03, 0600: Reach home. CRAAAAASH.
Amount slept: 6 hours.

Jan 03, 0900: Wake up. Follow mom around to get bank transcript. Note to self: Don't leave these things to the last minute next time.
Jan 03, 1030: Return home. Put aside SEP nonsense to do module nonsense.
Jan 03, 1300: Proceed to vegetate.

And here I am. It's been a busy few days. Still have greg's thingy tonight and lunch with army guys tomorrow. On the upside, the very strange sleeping hours have granted me very very surreal dreams involving my camera, a frat house, and dancing ikea mannequins. It's better than my normal dreams where I dream I'm on the computer. Or doing homework. I'd sleep now, except I can't.

2003-12-25T02:15:00.000+08:00

Meterosexual, Actually

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Hmm. Elrond. PMS. If me liking Love Actually and Ally Mcbeal and whatever else wasn't evidence enough. *grin* I guess it's all right. At least I'm not over-enunciating my words and participating in massive water fights. I worry about my receding hairline though.

Honestly, I liked Love Actually. Most of it anyways. Granted, it was sap. It was contrived sap. But it was good contrived sap. Happy sap. Sappy sap. And I was looking for a bit of sap to begin with. I'm a bit of a sap myself. Wasn't that big a fan of some of the mini-stories (or Hugh for the matter, although the dance was.... amusing, I Grant you that), but some of the others were pretty priceless. Favourite probbly being the Liam-Son one. The last bits at the school nativity play was... good. Was laughing so hard when the kid was staring daggers into his 'loved one's' back. I guess love burns bright and hot and rather simply at that age. Ah, to be young again.

Ok, so I'm not that old. But I don't act my age anyway.

What I miss is good British (as dys would say it, self-deprecating) humour. They had quite a bit of it over in Love Actually, and that's something you don't see in American films. American films are... in your face with the explosions and the trying a bit too hard to be funny. I like the understated humour. Or overstated humour. I'm not sure, there's just something a bit more... civilized, in British humour sometimes. And don't get me started on your everyday American Action oh-look-we-need-more-napalm flicks. I'd much prefer a nativity play involving three orange lobsters, a bubble-wrap octopus and a whale.

Besides, that arrivals gate at heathrow airport? I fully expect some sort of reanactment six months down the road.

Merry christmas to all, and to all a good... (checks time).... morning. ^^;

2003-12-22T15:52:00.000+08:00

Merry Christmas, I guess

For this blog I wanted to rage against the NUS machine, since all the modules I really wanted ALL clashed with my essentials. But after Dys' christmas carol, I figure now's not the time to be annoyed and pissed, but thankful instead.

For example, I'm thankful for my new toy! Granted, it's the family digi cam, but ever since I've abducted it, it's MINE. My precioussssssss. (I'm also thankful for LOTR, the movie that gave us way too many bad gollum/elrond-smith jokes) For photo thingies go see my devart.

Also, it seems tis the season to LIVE. Not survive. Sometimes it seems that way for me, and I know it seems that way for weiwen too. Whatever it is, living is everyone's right, and I hope he knows I'll be there if he needs me. It's probably not christmassy to hope that everyone get's their just desserts, but I just wish people were more accepting.

Uh. Yeah. Thassit fer now.

2003-12-18T01:18:00.000+08:00

I'm the guy next door?!

OUR GUY NEXT DOOR:
You tell about your life and thoughts honestly and
without pretending. This might at times come
out pretty dull and boring. Never mind - those
who know you will be coming back day after day,
week after week.

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I don't believe it. I'm considered normal. Ladies and gentlemen, hell hath officially forzen over. As to the boring writing though, I think I knew this a while back, but I don't really care. Whilst I wish I could write like dys or direcow, I know that's not where my strengths lie. I'd bitch about my mediocrity in art or talk about how cool return of the king was, but I'm tired. Maybe some other day. But in case anyone wants stuff, go here.

OH! ONE MORE THING! For all your poseur angst goths out there. I figure you guys need some help.

Here I oscillate,
Cloistered by my fear I break things that don't belong to me.
Break things that don't belong to me for your giggling pleasure.
I drink your hate like the tall frothy energy shake of despair.

My desire is outclassed by your mild drizzle.
Your carcinogenic LA smog of dissapproval.
Such dissapproval is my winter potato.
The tuber of grief.

How can I love you if you conga over my heart?
My love is covered by your avalanche.
Your heat wave of summer discontent.

Trepanning.

This hollowed out immaterial gray of disgust.
I would sanctify your chia pet if it meant
I could see your pinky of passion.

Such hunger.
Such hunger.
How I fantasize for your eyebrows of acceptance.

Lobotomy.

(Hum. It was a lot funnier in my head.)

2003-12-17T01:43:00.000+08:00

Settling for less

Today has been a more or less perfectly craptacular. The icing on the cake is that I've lost my blue pencil (well not lost, since it HAS to be at home, but I can't find it), but it really has been building for a while. Picture I'm working on is turning out crap. After a week of working on it. Crap. It's for a calendar, and the deadline's this saturday, so I don't have the time to start out a new one. Will have to run with a mediocre picture. You don't really know how bad this is until you realise that I've been working on it for an average of 4 hours a day and at the end of it all.... I don't like it. And with such high hopes too.

Which brings me to Direcow's new blog. Well, it's not new because he's parked his lazy ass over that webbie for a long long while now, but he's only actually just started BLOGGING. Anyway. Back to his point. How we always seem to be let down.

I know how he feels. I think anyone who was a true fan of anything at all knows how he feels. I mean... watch ep 1 after you watched episode's 4-6. Watch reloaded and revolutions after matrix. Watch Nemesis after having watched First Contact, or any of the good TOS movies (I was always partial to The Voyage home). Watch *gack* Voyager after TNG and DS9. (Gene would be turning in his grave) And that's just listing all the SHOWS. We haven't even gone to games, books, whatever.

No matter how much I like a series, I've always felt that sequels dilute the magic. Bastardize the offspring. It's like if you had English royalty and kept on forcing them to inbreed. No matter how wonderful the starting template, a few iterations/generations down the line and you get a whole swarm of syphilitic, hemophiliac simians. I mean... look at FFX2. Okay, I only have weiwen's opinion when I say this, but I've never thought very highly of the FF franchise. I mean. After.... 11 (all right X2) games in a series, you have to realise that all they do is take a weak plot, put a bagajillion dollars into graphics and trimmings and shout 'OH LOOK! SHINY!' and hope the consumers don't notice the difference. (As you can see, Lucas and the Wachowskis learned this all too well)

What happened to star wars? What happened to star trek? What happened to movies, games and videos? Mass consumerism. The lowest common factor. Money. Publishers realising that we are so hard up for a reminder of past glories that we'll take even a pathetic shadow of what it was. Monkey Island. Sam & Max. The Dig (good lord the dig). Star Control II. Baldur's Gate. Fallout. The proper games. Not Monkey Island 4. (Personally, I hated rhyming insult fighting, which I considered an insult to the original insult fighting in MI1)

I can't believe I'm reminiscing the halcyon days of pop culture. Am I that old? Probably, in gaming terms anyway.

But it's funny to see how the only people who can get things right are the fans. People who started off with absolutely no relation to the original except an unadulerated love for it. And this unadulteration is incredibly important. Once you adultarate it with other things and well... it's messy. I mean. Think about it. LOTR. Kill Bill. Peter Jackson. Quentin Tarantino. (and in a lesser, more unknown respect, aaron allston's star wars books, which are heeeeelarious) Their the only ones who have been able to do things RIGHT.

But everything else? There's a profound sense of betrayal, having to settle for less.

Annoyed. Need chocolate.

Incidentally, I like how Direcow writes. I miss that.... ramble. By businessmen for noobs. I like that.

2003-12-13T01:25:00.000+08:00

1.30 aye emm

She's on time!
She's on time!
She's on time!
She's on time!
She's on time!
Hallelujah, she's on time!

I'm talking about Grace's flight silly.

Unfortunately, she's also zonked from like 40 hours of not sleeping, so I think we'll catch up when she recovers which is going to be, oh... after she comes back from Phuket.

I can't believe I'm actually kind of sad. After the adrenaline rush of seeing her again, I'm just counting off the days till she has to leave again. In three weeks.

I think it's some sort of Grace withdrawal plan. First she goes for 3 months, then 6, then the whole year..... If this is some sick twisted plan to wean me off her...

IT'S NOT GONNA WORK, BUCKO!

Yes. 1.30 am. The time when one tend's to type and think delirious. And use way too many one-line paragraphs.

Off to wash up, finish Bridge of Birds (third book I've finished in as many days) and then sleep.

Good night. Sweet dreams.

As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray
That you will hold me dear, though I'm far away.
(well, 20km is much close than what it was, so I should be happy I know)

2003-12-07T10:11:00.000+08:00

A very happy unbirthday

A bit of social blogging.

Although there hasn't been much celebrating, it's been a good birthday. Hey, presents. Which is probably the most I've ever had. And all things I love too! Big fan of the yellow side bar over there. I am in LOVE with the yellow. Much LOVING involved.

Thanks to Raedansu, who got me the crazy funky cool webbie design

Thanks to my sis, who finally got the hint that I WANT KINO VOUCHERS

And thanks to dys coming back on the 12th. Which is the best birthday present I could get.

2003-11-28T21:32:00.000+08:00

In which the mind wanders

The Japanese have such a rigorous precision to them. Or at the very least some of them do. Or some of them did. Those old japanese men, whose eyes saw another time. There is something to that. Dressed in their kimonos, or even in a dapper suit. A discipline. Where, with a flick of a wrist, a little nuance of gesture, something can convey such meaning. There is some sort of strange duality to that. How they can go on and on with unnecessary, some might say useless pleasantries, and yes at the same time be able to condense what other people would need much more to convey. The simplicity and power of the tea ceremony. And the haiku.

I wonder if all that
was how they really were like
or just what we think

2003-11-25T13:58:00.000+08:00

Lonely planet

Inspired by dys’ blog here.

I had honestly forgotten my birthday was next week. Was thinking of celebrating, but all the plans kind of got buried under the deluge of final exams. That and I can't think of what to do now. Birthdays. People wonder why I don’t celebrate really them. After all, does it really represent something? Time accruing. But more than that? Growth? No, not really. We could probably do that just by arbitrarily setting a random date, which… when you think about it, is all a birthday really is. Growth can probably be more accurately measured by experience, don’t you think?

Experience. That’s a word that is going to be repeated a few times in this blog. And in that respect, I am sorely lacking. I wonder if people realize that’s an aspect of why I call myself young all the time. (Well, it’s also because I dream of being forever young, but that’s a childish illusion that I might need to save for another day).

Sometimes I catch myself with the thought that I’m younger than Grace. It sounds sensible, doesn’t it? If growth and age is measured by experience, she’s chalked up a lot more than me. The being on her own, the scholarship and a job (even if we do joke about her selling a soul, at least it’s a better deal than the SAF guys out there). And travel. Oh, travel.

Travel is one way of doing this, to be sure. Not the travel the common folk of Singapore are known for, visiting disneyworld and tourist traps and ohmigod-look-at-this-wonderful-shirt-igot-in-thailandforasteal. I mean the going OUT there. MEETING people. SEEING thing. TAKING part.

I wonder if grace knows how I feel sometimes. I live in the slightly irrational, occasional fear that… she will grow tired. It’s less that she will find someone else, and more that she will find something out there. Her trips to New York, her development. All that growth. Whereas in my stint in Singapore and NUS, I am normal. Mundane. Heh. Who’s ever heard of me calling myself normal? That’s when you know something is up. Or something has strangely gone wrong.

It’d probably worded slightly wrongly. It’s just that I feel sometimes that the experience gap is ever widening, and one day she’ll notice. I apologise to grace for being a child.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

I’m pretty sure I’m not an adult yet. I might be on the path, but that’s probably the most I can say.

Of course, one last part of being adult is to stop trying to do it and DO IT. Alvin, up for a trip sometime? I’d say I want to keep it cheap, but I don’t know if that’s possible. I don’t particularly want to visit the tourist traps. I’ll get a job in the June hols, earn some cash, we’ll head down in December. I want to see. I have the sudden urge to visit museums, take pictures of gothic (not goth) structures, Greco-roman architecture. I wonder how much Vienna on a shoestring budget costs.

Grace, dear, I know you said the best way is to travel by yourself, but this is my first time. (I’m a virgin traveler!) Baby steps, baby steps.

And now, back to something else that is adultish. Delayed gratification. Which translates to I shall stop writing and having fun until I FINISH STUDYING FOR MY STATS.

Oh look. A proper blog. I haven’t done that in waay to long. Damn it feels good.

2003-11-22T00:13:00.000+08:00

Slack time

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I wonder if they take into account the fact that one is not looking for love because he already has it. But at least they got the puberty bit right. ;p

2003-11-19T20:10:00.000+08:00

In the words of the immortal white rabbit

I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm doomed!

Actually, apparently the rabbit said 'oh dear, oh dear, I really shall be too late', which when you think about it, really sounds nothing like I'm doomed I'm doomed I'm doomed. But you get the point.

Let's see now.... why?
1) BioD question. State the adaptations of mammals to all environments on the earth. Guess who only mentioned terrestrial and cold environment? (Pure dumbassedness on my part)
2) BioD question. Describe the progression of symmetry of animals as they eveolvec, and state the benefits. Guess who only answered the first part of the question?
3) BioD question. Describe Numerical Taxonomy and state how it can be used for classifying bacteria. Guess who decided to skim through bacteria cos they were boring little prokaryotes?

Well, to be fair that's only 3 of the 6 questions I did, and the rest were probably ok, but I SOOO NEEDED TO ACE THIS!!!

Soci exam is tomorrrow, and nothing is going in. I shall have to hope that I can bluster my way through all the questions. And the worst part is, this week is the easy week. Next week comes the twin death horrors of BioStats and Organic Chem. Aaaand... Life as a complex system and Driving but let's not think about that now. >.>

Will have to look on the bright side. It'll all be over in a week. After that.... RP! DRAWING! FREEEEDOM!!!! (Actually, rp and drawing is more important than freedom but nevermind)

Until then.....

;_______;

2003-11-12T17:11:00.000+08:00

Anything to not study

Visual Thesaurus is my new toy. And probably Direcow's and soon Dys' as well. Well, I don't find it that useful (thesaurus.com is a lot simpler), but all the clicking. It's like watching crystals grow and fractals bloom.

2003-11-09T01:32:00.000+08:00

Saccharine

You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are
sweet, caring, and a source of energy for
everyone around you. You can inspire others
with your creativity and depth, and you can
keep people alive when in times of famine.
People love you...or at least the way you
taste.

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I can barely consume enough glucose to keep myself alive, let alone others. And I'm sweet? XP

2003-11-06T01:12:00.000+08:00

Revolutions sucked

More when I actually have time

2003-11-04T00:55:00.000+08:00

Further proof of geekdom

Jack: Omigod you can count in binary. You ARE a geek!
Me: No shit sherlock, whatever gave you THAT idea?

For more proof of geekdom, I'm enamoured with Penny Arcade's vegas escapades. Just cut through what must be the most boring con in all history of time and head straight to the commentary on Quark's bar. Now, I'm not saying that we must go there now now NOW, but hey, that's be someplace I'd go. If I wever went to Vegas that is.

But I want a 'James Tea Kirk'. =p

And for those that are prooud in being geek, geeks in love. Now, this is only half of the flash, but it's really good. nice music, and pretty sweet. Check it out.

And in earlier news, Count your sheep!

I can't take it. It's so full of warmth and adoration and the little things that makes childhoold so wonderful. Probably things we've never experienced before, but it doesn't hurt to dream.

Thanks to Direcow for introduction. It seems as if all the things I grow to love are brought to my attention by him or Dys. It's a good system. *grins*

2003-11-01T23:46:00.000+08:00

Conventioneers

You walked into the room
And the whole place stopped to notice
Standing next to you, I feel hopeless and you know this
I’ve never been ashamed of my attraction
I’d be happy if you gave me just a fraction
As we danced, I could see in your eyes
You and me as senior citizens in love

I followed your perfume out away from all the rabble
Right up to your room for a drink and travel scrabble
You, stationed in the warm glow of the t.v.
Too patient as I’m playing l(1)o(1)v(4)e(1)

And we laugh...and we laugh...and we laugh
And we have to or we’ll end up in the bath

Now we’re in the bath, I’m already thinking marriage
I know that in the past it was something I’d disparage
You turned down all the lights, I lit the candles
We rolled around in robes and hotel sandals
Then you slept, and I dressed, and I left
And I guess I’ll see you monday like before

Before all the fireworks exploded
Our conversations were so loaded, innuendo flying
Now what can we say?
Have a nice day
Looks like rain today...

Now I’m in a cab, heading back to my apartment
Everything is drab, and I wish it never started
Now I’ve landed in this awkward situation
How can I just avoid a conversation?
So I wait, come in late. it’d be great
If you transferred out of state

Me: listening to conventioneers. i like the 'and i'm already thinking marriage' bit
Direcow: it's a good song lah
M: yeah, it's grown on me
D: "before all the fireworks exploded, our conversations were so loaded, innuendo flying" - i love those 3 lines
D: imagine if the song was just the first part, it's like such a beautiful love song. only geeks could write something like that. heh
D: you could just be sitting down...
D: with your girl in your arms
D: and slowly just singing the first part... "i feel hopeless i you know this"
D: it's really so friggin romantic
M: but the last part.... so.... drab
D: so sad. anyway i didn't really care about the last part... until much later haha
M: much later?
D: like after 20 repeat listens, cos after the first half of singalong my mind would have already wondered to rainbow fairy land
M: true
M: i like travel scrabble.
D: L(1)O(1)V(4)E(1)
D: senior citizens in love....
D: that, IMO, is one of the most beautiful things in the world.
M: i still like the marriage bit. but i don't like the end. it ends sad.
D: yeah it's so sad, but that's very BNL...
M: i guess.
D: if BNL isn't being carefree, they're sober and sad.
M: i dunno. 'fontenelling' is still good
D: or, at the very least, very real.
D: with a touch of the fantasmical
M: but it's not angsty. just.... scrubs
D: scrubs.
M: scrubs.
D: and you wonder why pple don't like BNL.... sigh. but they don't know how to be human like we do. haha.
M: yeah. stupid. I love you you love me, blah blah blah. stupid pop.
D: or like shake shake shake that booty baby. we animals gonna screw all night long
D: BNL sex is very different. It's raw, clumsy, and real.
M: and kinda cute.
D: sex is always clumsy. otherwise it'll have lost it's charm.
D: it's amazing to meet somebody who just makes you realise that all the plans you've had... you can just throw away.
D: i'm happy.
M: Me too.
M: scrubs. ally. bnl. real, funny, sad. real funny. real sad.
D: bittersweet. but that's life
M: it's the.... you know when you space out with that weird broad smile on your face
D: yeah. the mental blowjob haha
M: BAH
M: no.
M: but yeah.
D: moving off to magic rainbow fairy land

10 months. I'm happy.

(Conversation edited for brevity, even if you might need some background knowledge to understand it. Song left in entirety, even if I don't like the end much. Many thanks to Direcow, who showed me the song I'd never have found by myself. Many thanks to everyone else out there too, whom I talk to. Whom I can be funny to, sad to, real to, scrubs to. You know who you all are.)

2003-10-28T21:47:00.000+08:00

And he saw it, and it was good

Eatpoo. It sounds like crap, but it looks like the best things you've ever seen. It's a place where the artists congragate. All shapes and sizes. Sometimes it's bad, but most times it's like this.

Things like this get me in a religious, philosophical mood. If someone told me that God existed, and asked why, and he showed me the wonders of the human 'civilisation', I'd laugh. But if he showed me this.... it'd be a different matter entirely.

Maybe humans are truly good because we're the only things (that we know of) that can appreciate such beauty. And maybe we're truly pathetic because so seldom do we take the time to.

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
William Blake

I feel like majoring in BioD now. *smile*

Check out the thread here, the site here and my sad attempt at capturing some of that essence here.

edit: Am now thinking of getting a camera. ^_^

2003-10-24T10:49:00.000+08:00

There is no right or wrong. Only fun and boring. (angst and major over-quoting warning)

People. People are by nature neither good nor evil. They are by nature people. Good and evil are but constructs of the human mind. Of course, the base instincts of humanity usually fall under what we'd like to term 'evil', but is that truly what it is?

"Of all the nonsense that twists the world, the concept of 'altruism' is the worst. People do what they want to, every time. If it pains them to make a choice- if the choice looks like a 'sacrifice'- you can be sure that it is no nobler than the discomfort caused by greediness... the necessity of deciding between two things you want when you can't have both" - Dr Jubal, Stranger in a strange land

I wonder how many people truly don't believe in the concept of good and evil. I know I do. Or maybe I want to believe. I see people do just about everything they want to (even if they don't realise it). I know that society is nothing but the wool that is pulled over everyone's eyes. But if I were to truly acknowledge that fact, my world would fall to pieces.

"There are sometimes when I ask myself, why didn't I take the blue pill?" -Cypher

Why do you think I let myself be taken advantage of from time to time? Why do you think I draw? It might sound like a pathetic form of escapism, but I think tis better to believe in the good of humanity (or at the very least myself) and be taken advantage of than the alternative. Looking in every corner, thinking an enemy lies within, because when you think about it, in all likelihood there will be. That would be too tiring.

People are by nature fallible. They are motivated by self-interest and blinded by society. They commit wrongs when they do, and sometimes even when they don't. That's what people are. Leave them their peace.

"To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: To sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to ‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. To die; to sleep; perchance to dream: ah there’s the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause…"
-Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene I

2003-10-19T14:14:00.000+08:00

"Revenge is a dish best derved cold" - Old Klingon Proverb

When a movie opens with a line like that, you know it's gonna be a winner. Kill Bill is a winner. It is a WINNER. It's hard to describe why it's so good without actually bring in spoilers, but I'll at least try. It... appeals to the pop culture in you. In some ways, it reads like alan moore's League, or Top Ten... after all, Kill Bill I think was always intended as a homage to all the late, great movies. I'm not saying you won't enjoy it if you don't know any of the references, I'm just saying that with the anime/east/hongkong action flick/geek-boy back story and information, you'll enjoy it a whole lot more.

People who won't enjoy it are.... people who are squeemish. It's full of camp and action rather than violence but well.... It's full of it. Even if I think they film censors should have just given it an NC 16 rating because they should be benevelont enough to grant more people the oppurtunity to watch such an amazing film.

There's only one movie that could compare this year, Pirates of the Caribbean. But POTC was funny. This is.... for a fan boy, nearly a religious, orgiastic experience. It is..... as Jack would put it..... "sei". It has more sei in a five minute short-mini-film-backstory part of the movie than almost everything else I have seen.

People who haven't watched it yet, go watch and enjoy and rave about it. Sneak in, disguise yourself, buy bootlegs, I don't care how you do it, but WATCH IT. Watch it so that I won't be able to laugh and heckle you for not watching it. And trust me, I AM going to heckle. In fact, I'll start heckling Petey now, since he decided to go clubbling and party instead of watching what must be the best film I've watched this year. As for me, I'm going to watch it a few dozen more times, buy the soundtrack, download the bootlegs and wait for the Box Set to come out. Mmmmuhaa. Mmmuhhuuuaaahaa. MMmhhHHHhUUHAAHahahaHHHAAHAAA.

(I just hope I'm not overhyping it for anyone)

2003-10-17T23:26:00.000+08:00

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2003-10-17T22:19:00.000+08:00

~~Thieving~~ Stupid rat bastards

Not that it really matters, but Dumbass One and Dumbass two

I know, I really shouldn't be so bothered by this and the second guy has some backing/proof, but ART THIEVES REALLY PISS ME OFF.

The thought of art theft just strikes very close to home. You should've asked Direcow, considering how I usually am, I think I was pretty close to being apoplectic. Really, art theft is essentially invasion of self. Someone takes something you put your heart and soul into, and takes it as his own. It's almost like stealing your name. Your identity.

If you want to do it, at the very least could you go about it with a lot more finesse? I mean, doing as bad a job as the first guy is just an insult to our intelligence (of course, the fact that some of em get bought by it is... well... I have nothing to say) and really, he just deserves to be ridiculed.

I'd yell more, but I'm tired and I realise that in the end it really just accomplishes nothing.

But ahh, to bask in the glow of fresh char-broiled dickhead n00b. It just warms the cockles of your heart. *evil grin*

2003-10-14T19:24:00.000+08:00

Thy name is irony

Or denial. I think my predicament now is vaguely related to both. I mean, I've been in this art blockish for a bit, but it strangely lifts once I realise how much shit (study, work and whatnot) I really should be doing. Things that I will regret handing up late, things that will (unlike drawing) affect my life and career to come. Over the past week or so, I've been doing about one piece a day, which is tons more than the on average of one a week that I actually do. That has led me to

a) Hand up my chem lab report late
b) Finish math tutorial 8 sloppy
c) Finish chem tutorial 3 halfway
d) NOT STUDY FOR MY MATH TEST

Which reminds me, it's tomorrow and I'm blogging. What the hell am I doing here?

I'm here, because if this thing called denial. Rather than doing things one is supposed to do, I'm starting to frequent the sites of gfx, sijun and eatpoo, all hallowed halls of artsing, and places where I get severely depressed. I'm here because I'm renewing my to attempt painting (in the digital sense of the word, of course) again. I'm here because my muse has switched from a diet of (unhealthy) angst to one of (equally unhealthy, but much more readily available) denial. It's tasty, and I heartily recommend everyone else to try it. *wry grin* (Incidentally, it looks as if Dys' mental block is slowly unclogging itself again, yey! I wouldn't know if it's because of similar reasons, but I have my suspicions.)

I'm also here because I have to tell everyone about Satou Gaki. This is what she drew like 3 years ago. This is what she draws like now now. The marvels of being too stubborn (dys) or being too stupid (me) to know when to quit, give up and get a nine-to-five job involving chenched teeth whilst filing documents. Also, this teaches one the reason one needs to have a time-consuming hobby. XP

Ok. Done. Off to sudy so I can get a nine-to-five job involving chenched teeth whilst filing documents. *heh*

(Oh, and if you're wondering why this blog is so strangely put together, it's because one part of me wanted to art, and another part of me wanted to study, so we compromised and blogged. Which, when you think about it, really isn't a compromise at all)

(Today's blog brought to you by the letter's F, I, A and the indiscriminate use of brackets)

2003-10-10T14:00:00.000+08:00

A rose by any other name

IronChef Foicite: i mean, roses only last like a couple weeks
IronChef Foicite: and that's if you leave them in water
IronChef Foicite: and they really only exist to be pretty
IronChef Foicite: so that's like saying
IronChef Foicite: "my love for you is transitory and based solely on your appearance"
IronChef Foicite: but a potato!
IronChef Foicite: potatos last for fucking ever, man
IronChef Foicite: in fact, not only will they not rot, they actually grow shit even if you just leave them in the sack
IronChef Foicite: that part alone makes it a good symbol
IronChef Foicite: but there's more!
IronChef Foicite: there are so many ways to enjoy a potato! you can even make a battery with it!
IronChef Foicite: and that's like saying "i have many ways in which I show my love for you"
IronChef Foicite: and potatos may be ugly, but they're still awesome
IronChef Foicite: so that's like saying "it doesn't matter at all what you look like, I'll still love you"

bash.org, people. ^_^

In keeping with produce analogies, love is like onions, it stinks and makes you cry.

But of course, you DO realise I'm insane over onions don't you? Yes you.

*grin*

(by the by, new stuff over at devart.... one or two I'm actually proud of.... ^^;;;)

2003-10-09T00:28:00.000+08:00

Underworld: Overhyped

I hate it when trailers excel in what they're supposed to do; make something really bad look really really good. Case in point, underworld. Now, I actually know of one person who raves about it, although I'd like to believe it's more his deplorable lack of taste, than everyone else's fanboyish-ness.

"You know I'm the biggest fan because I hate it more than anyone else!"- RPGWorld

Which is slightly true, kinda. Direcow's one of the few people that just couldn't stand LXM (mainly because he's read it in it's unadulterated moorish entirety), and we all know what a let down Reloaded was. And well, consdering there was that big hoo-hah between white wolf and sony, you go to the cinemas with.... expectations.

Of course, you get let down again. It has.... some atmosphere, I'll give you that. Some. The costuming was just about spot on (I'm still hunting around for a picture of Amelia's bodice because it really is pretty good) and the choice of Budapest (with all its gothic building and narrow bricklined pavements) was pretty superb. Everything else kinda sucked. Direcow's been complaining about the animatronics, the action was pretty horribly scripted, and the post-production. The constant faded blues started off nice and moody, and just ended up being plain annoying. Hell, half the movie I thought I was colourblind. I think they couldn't pay for full colour film. They blew it all on pretty backgrounds and pretty people (which constitute the background) poured into skin tight pretty clothing.

And don't even get me started on the plot. The romance, it burns. Me, and the guys say the movie has potential. A whole bunch of it. I mean, an eternal struggle between creatures of legend? The possibilities were boundless. But it got stuck in the rut of mediocre sappy angsty romance. Mediocre plot, mediocre action, mediocre everything.

Mainly movie comes off as pretty poseurish. I say poseur instead of poser, because they reach an entirely new wannabe goth angst level. I mean, anyone who utters the word 'coven' with such a straight face should be beaten with a big goth stick.

I really don't know why white-wolf wants to sue sony. If anything, they should be trying to have as little to do with the movie as possible.

Coven. Really. Pfeh.

(and don't even get me started with lionheart. GAAAH.)

2003-09-30T22:41:00.000+08:00

9 months

It’s funny. I’m at a loss for words. So I’ll let my fingers do the talking. Well, pencil-drawing fingers anyway.

2003-09-24T19:04:00.000+08:00

Ditzy blonde alert

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I just noticed the other day whilst showering: I have tann lines! *grin grin grin grin* It's a miracle! It's something that's never happened before! Pardon if I sound like a total ditz, but like, really! Swimming started off as physio, but I think I'm taking to it like a fish to, well, water. *grin* Well, if I can still post such horribly bad puns, it's safe to say that all the chlorine hasn't gone to my brain yet. Of course, considering I've just been to happy tree friends and other mondo media mogul merchandise (the terror tubbies and thugs are truly thought-provoking), I believe that chlorine is the least of my worries. It's only too bad I'll probably have lost the tan by the time dys comes back though.

Taaaannn. *blonde voice* Swimming is fun! X3

Entropy

Now that's all over and done with, let's talk about statistics. Entropy to be exact.

Wait, stop running away!

Now, see entropy is apparently (correct me if I'm wrong here) the probability (and I think I'm using that term loosely here) to predict an outcome correctly. Naturally, this amount increases in proportion to the degree of... diffence in probability between different outcomes. So, say if an outcome had a 90% or 10% probability of happening, it'd have a low entropy. But if two chances were split 50/50, you'd be pretty much screwed, ne?

So here's the problem; I've got sociology 1101E, and I can have a S/U option to it. In effect, they either pass or fail me. It's good if I suck, but bad if I'm actually good at it, since it has a chance of actually pulling my grades up. The problem is, I have absolutely no idea how well I'll do. I haven't had any homework (since my tutor, whilst interesting and probably intelligent, isn't... much of a workaholic), and the next test is AFTER the choice has ended (friday midnight). The class is comprised of half arts-majors, half science/engin/building majors, so I might be pretty high on the grade totem pole. BUT those who know they're low on the totem pole would grab the S/U option, shifting me lower.

So, I'm in a pretty predicament here. I'm probably going to ask the lecturer tomorrow, but what do you guys think?

Edit: I think enetations is down again. Darnit. I miss comments. And, since I forgot to say it last week, Giles is back! SQUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *runs off to watch buffy*

2003-09-20T01:54:00.000+08:00

I’ll have to try to remember everything that happened tonight

Good memories.

People, (and that means you) try and see if I missed anything out. I’m sure Petey will be mentioning this on his blog too, so don’t you worry. In fact, I’ll probably just go over the small bits and leave it to the birthday boy to go over everything in full glory. But I don’t remember having so much fun with the guys in EONS. Ah, brings back memories. The halcyon days of inane youth. (Not like we’re much better now)

Where to start, where to start? The cups, the singing YODA to the tune of YMCA, the scissors-dancing? Suffice to say, when you start talking about Desmond and power dancing, you’re starting on a slippery slope to public humiliation. I swear the people from the other tables were all looking at us weird.

I think it all started with Ally McBeal. The fact that we were in a restaurant/bar, celebrating friends’ birthdays, with live music, dim lighting…. Ally McBeal. It was so surreal, like being in the show itself. And when the band started going ‘Ooga chaka ooga ooga’…. It’s all over. Really.

I miss Ally.

And that was when the sing-along session started.

I developed a new hypothesis on the train ride home. When one wants to test a loved one on if he or she will stay with you forever, employ prodigious use of public humiliation. Sing off key. Laugh way too loudly. Force them to make funny faces. If they survive all that, they’ll probably survive most other things. And if they actually join in and have fun, THAT’S when you know you’ve got someone special. (Not as if they didn’t already, but nevermind)

Which reminds me, we’d like to welcome Sam to ROOTS! In case anyone out there doesn’t know, ROOTS is a motley crue, consisting of me, Direcow, Petey and now… Sam on drums. (Cue megalomaniacal laughter) Since Petey actually knows how to sing, so I’m thinking we’ll relegate him to something weird, like bagpipe playing. Oh, and maybe we’ll force Jack into indentured servitude and honourable membership. *evil look*

ANYWAY. I think Ally must have infected some of us (I know she did me) for the rest of the night was a totally crazy night of carousing and other stupidities. It’s only too bad I had to leave early to catch some sleep, which ended up not happening anyway, since it’s 2 aye emm where I am now and I haven’t finished typing yet.

Petey, chong, we’ve got to do this again sometime. The inane patter and humiliation, not the mooching and the eating. (well, that’d be nice too, but nevermind ;D) It’s been a while.

To dys: Wish you were here. *hugs*

PS: Ooh, some other stuff happened which were pretty damn funny…. To me anyways. Not sure if you guys would get it, so… uhm… ask. Yeah.

PPS: G’night. I’m going to bed. Slurring my typing

PPPS: Said this already, but wishing Pete and Jack a happy 21st and 1st day. Because it's so friggin late.

2003-09-13T09:56:00.000+08:00

Yes, but why’s the rum gone?

Jack Sparrow, © Aiwa, Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean

Yes, it’s Pirates of the Caribbean. Not Carribean, Carribbean, or Caribou, as dys has so kindly pointed out. (She’s probably going to thwack me sooner or later for my bad spelling and inability to remember things like her address) What it is though, is a good ‘ol Jerry Bruickheimer flick, rip-roaring fun and frolic for the whole family. Not as big-blow’em-uppey as his usual movies, but you don’t exactly expect pirates off the coast of Tortuga to be revving high-octane speed boats now do you? S’not like that’s what I was there for anyway.

What I was there for, were the incredibly bad lines, bad jokes, and of course the fights. With Orlando Bloom reprising his role as Legolas and Johnny Depp as quite possibly the most charismatic and hilarious pirate (Jack would use the word ‘sei’) ever. Granted, Orlando Bloom isn’t an elf, but he’s a sword-smith, a black-smith and still pretty damn bishy (and come on, I’ll bet most of you call Elrond ‘Mr Smith’. Hands up, I know you’re out there). And Johnny Depp? I’ve never actually seen anyone been able to pull off foppish so well. Amazing. And ooh, Kohl-lined eyes. I’ll readily hop into any movie theatre that spawns the phrase ‘kohl-lined eyes’ in a movie review. Aiwa’s right. I have no idea how bad teeth and scary hair fashion statements can be sexy, but Depp pulls it off. Pirates are sexy. Bishis are cool. Therefore, bishi pirates are sexily cool, and RAWK.

Me: Kieran can’t marry him, he isn’t bishi enough!
Direcow: What, can’t a man be non-gender-ambiguous and still get a girl in this movie?
Me: But it stars Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom! It is clearly a bishi movie!
Direcow: (With the staring and much flabbergastment)

Before Dys pulls her hair out and runs off screaming, let it be known that my time there spent ooh-ing and a aah-ing at the guys was well balanced out by the ooh-ing and aah-ing at Keira Knightley. Especially after she gets dunked in water. At hey, at least it wasn’t

Me: Kieran can’t marry him, he’s too bishi!
Direcow: What, can’t a man be gender-ambiguous and still get a girl in this movie?
Me: But it stars Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom! It is clearly a bishi movie! They should be together!
Direcow: (With the staring and much flabbergastment)

Oop. I think I scared everyone away. I can’t really say thaaaat much about a movie without giving away spoilers anyway. Dys, I know that all the theatres there stopped showing it months ago, so I’ll see if I can send you the CD or something. *grin*

Remember kids, the morale of the story is Pirates are Sexy and Bishis do Rock.

2003-09-11T00:21:00.000+08:00

Props to chong

Mac. Crash Different
Frikkin hilarious

2003-09-09T19:35:00.000+08:00

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2003-09-07T19:49:00.000+08:00

The morning of the week after

Well, it’s actually Sunday afternoon (make that evening), and I’ve done everything that’s on my list. That’s cleaning my room and drawing some more, so here’s to blogging. Yes, I do realize that list doesn’t include homework, or studying, but I figure I deserve some me-time after the past week.

Yes, the past week. Has been. Annoying, to say the least. We start of this week seeing Dys off to Dartmouth, which is apparently the coldest you can be short of signing up as a lifetime member in a cryogenics lab. It probably really isn’t so bad, but you have to realize I am perfectly suited for tropical climes. And only that. Even air-conditioning gives me the sniffles. If I ever go to Hanover, it’s going to be in twenty layers of warm, wooly clothing. I mean, 13 degrees? With ice-cream?! yiiiiii. Well, at least she doesn’t need to buy a fridge anymore. Unless she needs to keep food WARM.

But that was just the kicker. We follow that with a few days of moping and despondency, failing my driving test Thursday, a chem test Friday (which I could have done a lot better in) and falling sick Saturday, complete with aches and nausea and plunking head over the toilet puking guts out. Stayed home today, if only because I think that if I had stepped out, a rogue delivery van would have run me over, or a piano would have fallen out of the sky and hit me. Or something. The cherry to top it all off.

But that was last week. Turn the page, it’s a new chapter. Spent the whole of today, getting my life back in order again. I’m not saying that the Me-Dys thing is bad… anything but. But. We’ve got to work on the sustainable development, dearie. *laughs* After one lineart, one cg, 11 hours of sleep, the Gilmore Girls and currently listening to the scrubs theme (yes, I’m no superman), I’m all rested again. It looks like I’m going back to my anti-social, geeky, no-girl cycle. Which is a good thing, since the girl-space is reserved for one person alone.

So here’s to a new chapter. Me here, her there, and waiting for each other. We’ll make this work.

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here
Waiting for you

*walks away, humming to himself again*

(And people, enetations is up again, so comment! *grin*)

2003-09-03T00:15:00.000+08:00

Klingons have all the best lines

"Kahless said, 'Great men do not seek power, they have power thrust upon them'" -Martok

2003-09-02T00:08:00.000+08:00

I kid thee not

Scene 1:
Dys: (In reference to height difference) See? A reason to wear heels!
Me: It'll wreck your ankles.
Erin: Doesn't ballet do that already?
Me: Point.

(Ba-da-thump. Insert ballet-related laugh track here)

Scene 2:
Phone batt plumb keels over and DIES, at the most important bit... when Dys enters the depature area and whilst saying fond farewells.

Scene 3 (and this one takes the cake):
Nice parents fetching me home, and switch on radio and first thing that blares is LEAVING ON A JET PLANE. I swear the universe has it in for me. It's a good thing the nice people decided to change the CD. Blerk.

Don't worry though, I didn't embarrass anyone at the departure hall. Much. To Dys.... Love you. Miss you already. Blog. WRITE. (I'll try to myself) t-plus one day (technically). Eight months. Love you.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go...

*walks away humming to himself*

2003-09-01T09:29:00.000+08:00

June 6, 1944

D-day, people. We'll see how it goes. More updates.... hopefully

2003-08-31T22:07:00.000+08:00

Staring down the Sun

Fooling around with Dys' camera, and then my photoshop. Yeah, it's got an ugly border, but bear with me. Deviantart is being stingy with hotlinking. I should really get around to getting new server space, mooching is annoying the heck out of me. For more art, try here.

Speaking of arting, tashigi and slackers. It's time I supported fellow artists, but then again, it's not like they need the advertising.

Out of a different vein, Dys is leaving. Tommorow. That's t-minus one, people. She's doing all the last minute stuff now. The frantic/frenetic packing, the cleaning of mailbox, so that it can hold whatever comes over the next few days. Festering mailboxes, in her words. Meanwhilst, I seem oblivious to it all. Bet it's denial. I'll have to see how I handle it in the days to come, eh? But it's amazing, really. She's going off into the great unknown, armed with naught but a notebook, some pens, and a good ol' jar of Singaporean chilli. All right, so I'm laying on the hyperbole a bit thick, but you get the point. Just about not life-saving devices. You've got to admit, that takes moxy. I haven't even gone anyway, for crying out loud. For all I know, America is a mass-hallucination that all of us participate in, as a cover-up for alien abductions. (In fact, I've tried using that to convince her to stay, but to no avail. Hope she doesn't blame me if she comes back with missing organs.) Still, that's self-reliance. Sexy lit-geeks one, pasty art types zip.

Running off to the other side of the globe.... I don't know if I could ever do that. Then again, that's what I'm supposed to be, if I ever got into the SEP.

....

........

*breaks out into cold sweat*

2003-08-26T23:35:00.000+08:00

I think the universe is trying to tell me something

On two seperate occasion on two consecutive days, I have heard playing 'Leaving on a Jet Plane'.

t-minus six. Sigh.

On a seperate note, I have realized that I am a highly specialized and differentiated geek, occupying a relatively narrow niche. I sit on the bus, and draw. Or look at motorcyle whizzing by and thinkg about precession. Or start shading cells on paper to predict binary and try to figure out what the heck a Turing machine is. I can tell you about GURPS, THAC0, ranged touched attacks. I can tell you that Data's 'Ode to Spot' is written in iambic septameter.

And I only poll a 21.3897% on the geek test. (I say that like it's a bad thing. It's embarassing, really.)

2003-08-21T18:41:00.000+08:00

At which time I repeatedly hit my head against a pillar

It's one of my aw-crap-why-can't-i-draw-the-way-i-want-to-moods again. And question myself over whether I should have gone to an Art's College over NUS. What a time to start. That's all right, I can still draw and practice and self-learn. But one does wonder about alternate universes out there....

Go check out Aiwa's new stuff. (that's her piccie up there by the way.... not mine. not mine at all) And whilst you're at it, a little jaunt to some of my recent, not so good stuff would be much appreciated too. ^_^;

t-minus 11 days

2003-08-19T23:15:00.000+08:00

Sparkly!

Instant Bishounen! by mizery
Your username
Your eye colour
Hair colour and length	brown, very long
Place of residence	London
Sexual orientation	forceful uke (bottom)
Special Quirk	spells definitely correctly

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Well, looks like me and Dys make a perfect couple. ;) And in London too.

Well, it seems as if most people are talking about sex and sexuality. Since this is a new (well, kinda) webbie, I could do with the publicity, eh? Since Petey seems to be talking about the subject, I think off hand some people have *mutters under breath* commented on my ambisexuality. Yes, I think James Masters is pretty cool. I read shoujo (sometimes anyway). But I also drool over Alysson Hannigan and get thwacked over the head for the fact that I own the entire Love Hina set. I am comfortable in my sexuality. *grin*

But back to sexuality.... I think I'm all right in people in all gender and sexuality and configurations. (Now that's a strange word, configurations) I discriminate on other factors. Like poseurism. Or fashion crimes. I'm one to talk, Dys usually accuses me of the same thing. Point being.... I don't know. I forget. *get's distracted by random glittery objects*

Heh. Ditzy me.

I'll be coming back here with further updates, renovations and (hopefully) piccies you haven't seen before. Watch this space.

t-minus 13 days