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Bullets with butterfly wings



那天在马路上
就是我们幸福的开始

Monday, May 31, 2004


IRC quotes.

Found these on the net. Absolutely hilarious. =p
(Author doesn't regret for the foul language copied and pasted. Hey it's reality.)


(tatclass) YOU ALL SUCK DICK
(tatclass) er.
(tatclass) hi.
(andy\code) A common typo.
(tatclass) the keys are like right next to each other.


t0rbad) so there i was in this hallway right
BlackAdder) i believe i speak for all of us when i say...
BlackAdder) WRONG BTICH
BlackAdder) IM SICK OF YOU
BlackAdder) AND YOUR LAME STORIES
BlackAdder) NOBODY HERE THINKS YOURE FUNNY
BlackAdder) NOBODY HERE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR STORIES
BlackAdder) IN FACT
BlackAdder) IF YOU DIED RIGHT NOW
BlackAdder) I DON"T THINK NOBODY WOULD CARE
BlackAdder) SO WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT FAG
*** t0rbad sets mode: +b BlackAdder*!*@*.*
*** BlackAdder has been kicked my t0rbad ( )
t0rbad) so there i was in this hallway right
CRCError) right
heartless) Right.
r3v) right


(tag) Ouroboros: lets play Pong
(Ouroboros) Ok.
(tag) | .
(Ouroboros) . |
(tag) | .
(Ouroboros) . |
(tag) | .
(Ouroboros) | .
(Ouroboros) Whoops


(glome) Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?!
(content) glome stole the cookie from the cookie jar!
(glome) Who me?!
(content) Yes you!
(glome) Couldn't be!a
(content) Then WHO?!!
(glome) Woody stole the cookie from the cookie jar!
*** glome has been kicked by DrWoody (fuck you i didn't touch the motherfucking cookie, bitch)


(Spazz) Seems like when I say "FUCK" you get an EOF error
*** Quits: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au) (Read error: EOF from client)
*** Joins: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au)
(Bartolimis) fuck
*** Quits: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au) (Read error: EOF from client)
*** Joins: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au)
(Bartolimis) fuck
(Spazz) fuck
*** Quits: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au) (Read error: EOF from client)
*** Joins: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au)
(Spazz) fuck
(Bartolimis) stop
*** Quits: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au) (Read error: EOF from client)
*** Joins: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au)
(Bartolimis) we're done )
(Ranto) hmh?
(Spazz) Your client got an error...
(Bartolimis) yeah, we're done saying fuck
(Spazz) everytime we said f***
*** Quits: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au) (Read error: EOF from client)
*** Joins: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au)
(Spazz) Quit saying fukc
(Bartolimis) my bad
(Spazz) fuck*
*** Quits: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au) (Read error: EOF from client)
*** Joins: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au)
(Icc) Someone says fuck and he drops ?
*** Quits: Ranto (~recon@newax2-042.dialup.optusnet.com.au) (Read error: EOF from client)


(Guo_Si) Hey, you know what sucks?
(TheXPhial) vaccuums
(Guo_Si) Hey, you know what sucks in a metaphorical sense?
(TheXPhial) black holes
(Guo_Si) Hey, you know what just isn't cool?
(TheXPhial) lava?


(Jeedo) hey baby, whats up?
(Indidge) umm....nothing?
(Jeedo) So....want me to like come over today so we can fuck?
(Indidge) Wait....did you want to speak to my daughter?
(Jeedo) Yes Mrs.Miller.. :-/


(NES) lol
(NES) I download something from Napster
(NES) And the same guy I downloaded it from starts downloading it from me when I'm done
(NES) I message him and say "What are you doing? I just got that from you"
(NES) "getting my song back fucker"


(h|tler) HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU TELL THAT I'M 13 BY LOOKING AT WHAT I'M WRITEING?????????????????????????????????????????????????????


*** Quits: TITANIC (Excess Flood)


(Raize) can you guys see what I type?
(vecna) no, raize
(Raize) How do I set it up so you can see it?


(Sui88) 67% of girls are stupid
(V-girl) i belong with the other 13%


* dregan kicks Yamucha in the nuts
* dregan stamps on Yamucha's neck
*** ChanServ sets mode: +o Yamucha
(dregan) Oh shit.


(skrike) I think the people above me are having sex
(skrike) either that or they're sleeping restlessly and agreeing with each other a lot.


Hehehe.
Boredom.



In all coldness.

Yeah. Finally watched The day after tomorrow. Watching people escape from the cold, while I sat freezing in the cinema. You would think the shopping mall's damn rich or electricity's free these days.

Wait wait wait what am I complaining? When it's hot people complain. When it's cold people complain too? What the hell?

Anyway the movie's excellent. And Sam (Jake Gyllenhaal) the young man is so cute and looks like Freddie Prince Jr, and the girl (Emmy Rossum who's only 18 in real life!) is real pretty. I didn't even want the movie to end. It was just so nice to see. And I had to fought off tears rolling off my eye sides once.

Cool stuff.

~
Surfed around and found a Simpsons random quote generator. I've programmed it to put up 2 quotes at each time. Awesome! I can recognise quite a few, and it makes me laugh when I think back of those episodes. Someday I'm gonna recognise all!

Obviously not as funny if you haven't seen the episode and context used. Not too late to start! Weekdays starworld (chan 18) 6pm repeat following day 6am Season 10 and Sundays 7pm season 13.



Saturday, May 29, 2004


Click on the link, if you find one.

MSN:

me: wanna go shopping
my friend: i tue go cut hair

Where's the link?


Mother's asking if I'm staying home again today.
Well.
I wanna go to a pub and listen to live music and then walk around the Esplanade and sit beside the waters.

But yah. I'm staying home again today.



Friday, May 28, 2004


This is how we do it, it's friday night.

^^Montell Jordan. Good stuff.

Hung out for one hour in mum's room. Talked a little about the future man and daughter moving in, but more on me. Mum's worried seeing me at home everyday. She said it's the holidays and I should be outside. And thus began the same old routine of discussing my circle of friends and where have all of them gone to, and how I should enlarge this circle.

She suggested that I should join the community centre's youth group (am I still a youth. heh). Well I guess I'll check it out. And other activites offered by NUS. She said I should also ask more people out often.

It's not that I haven't tried, sweet mother. I did. I still do. I told her nowadays people don't go out for fun anymore. They go out for a reason. They don't just go out and sit around and talk with you. They wanna have a motive. Like a movie, or a dinner. And after the meal they rush home. Or if there's nothing to do they go home. What's so nice about home? Hah coming from a person who spends his time 23hours at home, one hour exercising. Cute. I also said I wanna go to the beach and sit on the sand. She said that's great! They go to the beach and reservoirs to take a stroll at times too. I said yah but you guys are a couple. Guys wouldn't and don't wanna go to the beach with me. And girls will just give a quick get-out-of-jail excuse.

Then she said why don't you go out with your friends' friends. You can get to know more in this way. Then I realise I'm the one trying to get everyone to know my friends while they don't really do likewise. But I admit that at times I seem to be reluctant at the idea of seeing people I don't know. Think I'll have to work on that a little.

I don't feel so good. Again.

And I'm bummed. I still haven't seen The Day After Tomorrow and Eternal Sunshine.

Went to search on male depression in jest, not sure how trustworthy is this page, but look what I found.

Male depression
*Feel others are to blame >No I think I'm fair enough.
*Feel angry, irritable, and ego inflated >mostly not
*Feel suspicious and guarded >that's me
*Creates conflicts >can easily do so
*Overtly or covertly hostile >yes I'm learning this
*Attacks when feeling hurt >nope
*Demands respect from other >nope, not really I guess
*Feels the world set them up to fail >not that crazy
*Restless and agitated >most of the time, yah.
*Compulsive time keeper >I'm one of those who knows what happened at what time.
*Sleeps too little >Very much so, but sleeping more in the holidays.
*Needs control at all costs >nah
*Feels ashamed for who they are >not at all
*Frustrated if not praised enough >Not really but praises don't hurt.
*Terrified to talk about weaknesses and doubts >I open up easily
*Strong fear of failure >YES
*Needs to be "top dog" to feel safe >definitely not
*Uses alcohol, TV, sports, and sex to self medicate tv and sports work
*Believe their problems could be solved only if their (spouse, co-worker, parent, friend) would treat them better >nope but I don't mind
*Constantly wonder, "Am I being loved enough?" >oh you read my mind!


Ok, so we've come to the end of this useless shit. Heh like a 22year old qualifies for the term male depression anyway. Like I'm actually suffering from depression. I'm just..well.. depressed. Haha. And now I'm staring at how disgustingly old my mouse pad is. I stole it from some office when I was in the army. No wasn't from the user's table. That would have been too obvious wouldn't it? Ok I'm kidding I didn't steal it my friend gave it to me. He stole it! Yeap. Uh-huh. That's right. Now I remember Eng Wah Cinemas are giving out free The Day After Tomorrow mouse pads. That's so cool. But you gotta buy 4 tickets. Maybe I can persuade people on the spot to buy with me, and then make them philanthropistically (it's a made up word don't go checking) give me that mouse pad. Which reminds me again I haven't seen that freaking show, and it freaking kills me each freaking time I see that freaking trailer on the freaking tv. I'm gonna see it on monday, for that's a $2 difference from a weekend price. Since when was I so into bits and pieces? Since now, my dear comrades. And somehow my insecurity led me to checking the word 'comrades' on dictionary.com and they don't have the plural version. How warped is that? But I like dictonary.com It's one of my most frequent hit websites, other than porn ponderingly (made up word again damn I'm good eh) intelligent websites. Ok so I had to check my dictionary (collins cobuild) to come up with what words start with the sound 'pon' so I could do that cheesy strikeout thing which isn't funny at all. But guess what. In my quest for letters I saw this word poofter. It means: A homosexual man. What the hell? You poofdah! This is so freaking awesome I'm gonna use this word in my next story. Speaking of which I'm still at 217 words because I can't get past the first paragraph without making their parents quarrel, and I don't wanna make the parents quarrel. Because parents always quarrel and it gets boring. I bet if you go to a primary school and ask the 7year olds to list 5 things what their parents do together, 75% of them will have 'quarreling' on their answer scripts. Someone please go try out this experiment and then tell me if I predicted the statistics right. I'm very good at predicting. This summer I'm gonna predict every correct score of every soccer game in the European Championships and I'm gonna bet big money and win big money and I'll be freaking rich and I'll be able to get a car and lots of friends who will go out with me and I'll pay for all their movies and dinner bills and until one day I'll run out of money but then there will be another soccer season and I'll predict the right stuff again and win big money and I'll be freaking rich again and I wouldn't have to sell the car and my friends will still remain and we can go out for more movies and dinner again. About 15 more days to go before the first kick off, I can't wait. And perhaps I was so bored Rabbit knows why I was watching S-league just now on channelnewsasia and you know what the commentator said? He said, 'Home United with a long ball forward. It falls to Peres. What can Peres does?"
What the F?!?!? What can Peres does? What can Peres DOES?! Ok that's it I'm stunned. Again. Can't believe it happened. Lost for words.

Oh boy and you thought I'd never end huh. Funny how a serious post could degrade into this. Once again it testifies the tremendous mood swing capabilities yours truly have.
Hope everyone's having fun tonight. =)




Stupidity.

A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally typed the wrong e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.

Meanwhile.....somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends.After reading the first message, she fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Reached
Date: 16 May 2002
I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now,and you are allowed to send e-mails to your loved ones. I've just reached and have been checked in.I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.

Can't wait to see u,
Ur loving husband.




Who's the sucker now?

Today's press mentioned about how Fantasia won American Idol season 3.

And some people commented how the judges praised Fantasia to the heavens, hence making the competition a bias.

HUH?

Isn't that what the competition is about? The judges are there to add colours and cut throats. Every episode, week in week out, they are there to deliver praises and insults, whichever due from their own perspectives. Whether the American crowd actually gets influenced by these 'professionals' is another matter.

Click for some Blah blah blah.

"Some had even wanted to vote for DeGarmo to spite the judges.

'I don't like Diana. But after Simon's comments about Fantasia being the best contestant ever, I'm going to have to vote like a 14-year-old for four hours straight,' went another posting.
"

Wow. Why don't you look into a mirror and pour some water on your face. You are SO affected by the judges' comments that you can't decide for yourself? I hope you have to sell the house just to pay for those phone bills later. Heh. Who's the sucker now?

~
Author's words:
Hmm seems like I myself wasted time to read the damned article and actually write some words here.
Argh. WHO's the sucker now?

=D



Hotel.

This is a weird site. An interactive story about a hotel?

Warning: Might get a little hypnotic.

The author's one deep man.



Thursday, May 27, 2004


What song is this.

Tsk.
Can't seem to search out the song title and artiste of this song I want.

Old song.
The line goes like this
"Freaking me out, me out, freaking me out. Oh she's freaking me out, with a whole new lover."



I like monkeys.

Came across this wonderfully written passage, which unknowingly to me is famous on the net. And I also found a site where someone wrote a critique on it. An absolute must read. Not really sure who was the original author; found some names on the net. Perhaps people wanna claim it due to the anonymity of the story? Anyway I shall put it as done by Charles Groom, in tune with the later link I highlighted.


I LIKE MONKEYS
by Charles Groom

I like monkeys.

The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that's odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.

I like monkeys.


~
And check out what this undergrad has to say in his critique.

Good stuff yah.



Worst case scenario.

27th May 2004.
Few hours after sneak screenings of The Day After Tomorrow.

0053hours
Sms received.

I don't believe it!

*mumbles to oneself*
'at least it's not the worst worst scenario. at least it's not the worst worst scenario. at least it's not...'


Oh are my eyes so covered in dust,
for tears they shed are leading to rust.



Tuesday, May 25, 2004


The return of the backache.

Had an one hour nap around 4pm. Woke up and was on my way out for a run when I felt my lower back scream.
The lower back, the height where the top of your pants hit. Of course this is by definition of how normal people wear their pants. Unless you are like Steve Urkel...

Family Matters! Such an old classic.

So I stuck one of those ointment plasters (which my popo so lovingly bought a packet of five for me the last time) on the area and hoped for the best. Still hoping, because the pain hasn't really subsided, just a little less hurting.

Can't be my sleeping posture. I hate it. It affects the hell out of me, and affects my daily runs. Which is also why I don't wanna try out those extreme or seemingly hardcore sports, because I'm afraid my body might not be able to take it, or just cry out halfway. Then I'd have to quit, and that would be so not enjoyable, plus embarassing.

Sucky evening.
Well it's less than 24hours to the screening of THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW.
Been thinking about it one week ago.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.



Mentor sum.

Signed up for the mentoring programme and went for the interview today. It's a group interview, and there were four girls and two guys (including me) at the table, all mentor wannabes. The executive then ran through a short introduction and the interview was more of a discussion session, about what we do, what kinda future commitments we might have, what kinda scenarios we might face and what solutions we can come up with.

Pretty interesting. I'm not sure if I can handle those problem kids, especially those with behaviourial problems or street gang involvements, but as a 22 year old young man I think I am equipped with the brain and experience to help, and I'll always have the backing support and advice if I need from the students care service centre.

Let's hope I get selected. =)



Sunday, May 23, 2004


PM Goh does tango.

Gotta see it.



Thursday, May 20, 2004


BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

I had this classic song memorised last night before I left. Very simple, but absolutely beautiful. Not only the lyrics, but the tune and the dreamy setting it creates.

Could I would sang it to her that very then.

But on hindsight perhaps it was best I didn't, and don't.

~
Because I love you
by Stevie B

I got your letter from the postman just the other day
And so I decided to write you this song
Just to let you know, exactly the way I feel
To let you know my love's so real

Because I love you, I'll do anything
I'll give you my heart, my everything
Because I love you, I'll be right by your side
To be a light, to be your guide

If you should feel that I don't really care
And that you're starting to lose ground
Let me reassure you that you can count on me
And that I'll always be around

Because I love you, my heart's an open door
Girl won't you please come on in
Because I love you, I'll be right by your side
To be a light, to be your guide




Time check: 5am.

Feeling: Worse.



Brain stutter.

Was out for supper. Had a soya bean drink.

Left house: 1230am
Back home: 0245am

Feeling after this episode: Terrible.

Terrible terrible terrible.
Things I wanted to say, but I didn't.
Things I want to say, but I don't think I will.

Tsk me dumbass. What have I gotten myself into this time?



Wednesday, May 19, 2004


Chickity china, the chinese chicken.
Have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin`.


Yeah can't believe I get the chance to write that stupid line here. HAHA!

I had two small fried chicken wings for dinner today. Can't remember the last time I had them. If I had known my maid was preparing them I'd have stopped her. But I'm glad there's no more chicken wings left in the freezer.

In case you haven't realised, I don't really like fried chicken. I seldom eat chicken, but I do like those with the beancurd and egg. What's that kinda sauce called. The one where they usually use if for duck meat. I like fish. Fish is good.

Can't believe I'm talking about food here. That's why it ends right now. I have nothing else to comment!



What colour is your brain?


Blue
What Color is Your Brain?

brought to you by Quizilla

BLUE:
At work or in school: I like to be with people, sharing with them, inspiring them, and helping them. I work and learn best when I can take into consideration people and the human element. I flourish in an atmosphere of cooperation.
With friends: I always look for perfect love. I am very romantic, and I enjoy doing thoughtful things for others. I am affectionate, supportive and a good listener.
With family: I like to be happy and loving. I am very sensitive to rejection from my family and to family conflicts. I really like to be well thought of and need frequent reassurance. I love intimate talks and warm feelings.

~~
I need to be well thought of! Are you thinking of me now? =D



Tuesday, May 18, 2004


Harvest time.

Just checked my results for this semester.
All Bs and Cs, as I trip myself into the tunnel of mediocrity,
perhaps even a lower hell than that.
I let myself down from time to time.



Dating game.

Be ready to date three people
by Tan Kin Lian (who writes about social issues for www.bigtrumpet.com, a website of NTUC Income)

I encourage young people to be ready to date three people at the same time.
Why?
When you date a person, you get to know the person better - their values, character, behaviour.
If you are willing to have three dates, you will not be too choosy. You will get to know more people.
If you have to drop a date, it is not traumatic. You still have two dates. You can find a new date to replace the dropped one.
After you get to know a person well and you really like the person, you can drop the other dates and focus on your potential lifetime partner.
Do not worry about dropping the other two dates. They have two other dates, so it will not be traumatic for them.

I believe that this new approach will encourage those who are shy and lonely, to be
able to make a start. They do not need to be too choosy. Their dates will also be
more willing to give it a try.

All the best in your dating.


~~

纸上谈兵。
by Trent (who writes intelligent articles for numerous porn magazines)

Seems a lot easier on paper isn't it? (By the way for those who can't read chinese on their computers, the words literally mean 'talking troops on paper'. Sorry I can't think of the english equivalent right now.)

A notion of a guy having three girlfriends is just preposterous. So I totally assume by your definition of a date, it means it's just a casual appointment, and that the couple is not in a relationship. Understandably, I write this response with the mindset of a male.

Having many dates does sound like a good idea. You get to know more people well in the same amount of time. It's like an in-depth speed dating. But there are problems you have overlooked.

First of all, you make having three dates sound so simple. Not everyone has suitors queued from west coast to pasir ris. If this approach is to benefit the shy and lonely, can you imagine the time and effort they invest just to have a single date. And you want them to go through it again, and again, to get three?

Ok so assuming they do have suitors, or if both parties mutually like each other so that they really end up with three dates each. How is he going to juggle? Going out also requires time, and money. The young, unless born with some special coloured spoon in his/her mouth, do not have the capital. You can still have fun without spending much, you'll say. True, but wouldn't having more money to spend on ONE person be more practical. And you always hear about 'there are only so many things to do in Singapore'. A dinner and a movie can already cost $10 each, depending on when you catch the show and whether you have grass for food. Of course you can sit on the beach, at the void deck, at the park, and it's free. But as much as like I the sand and the sea, the peace and tranquility within the flora and fauna, I don't want to do that everyday. perhaps it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you're with good company. But there's an adjective called boring I'd like to introduce to everyone now. Maybe the girl doesnt' feel so, but the paranoid guy (not to mention the attributes of shy and lonely) will think that the girl finds it boring. Isn't it the societal norm that the guy plans on what to do next? I sincerely hope the trend stops soon. Oh, and we haven't touched on the emotional factor yet. How can a guy think of three girls at the same time? It's not easy to know a person well, not to mention three. Plus the entrance of the green eyed monster? Again one might say just know yourself and have faith in others. But surely you can't control jealousy. How would the guy feel when the girl tells him she's had such a wonderful date with this rich boy yesterday, or that she has watched all the movies she wanted to with the other two dates. Or that she has went to the beach yesterday and the park the day before, and that was exactly what you planned to do with her today.

Albeit yes, I agree that if you have three dates and you drop one, or one drop you, it's not going to be so traumatic, but wouldn't this resultantly make us treat dates like pawns? You can't just replace a dropped date with a new one. This only makes us devalue the relationship, making us think that it's ok to lose since you can always get a spare. And what about the scenario that the guy loses all three dates almost at the same time (which I'd say it's as likely as it's unlikely)? That's three times the trauma then, if you realise.

The more I think about it, the more I see that this plot will only result in more hurt than happiness, and when the person finally becomes desensitised to the disappointment, relationships would never be treated as sacredly and preciously as what was before. And what about married couples? Wouldn't they take this idea that they should come up with reserves in the event that their spouse leave them or they turn up incompatible eventually? Perhaps a little far fetched, but that's what you're tying to promote by asking people to date three instead of the conventional one.

Perhaps it is then the typical conservative trait of Asians. But I'd say right now in our present society let us stick to a date, each. Learn as much about her as you can, and make her know as much as about you. And if both of you want to take a step further, by all means go ahead. But if it fails, fall back on your rock solid foundation of a friendship. Failed lovers doesn't mean failed friends. Good friends don't just fall from the sky. Don't lose them over things so small.

There! I guess that's my way. For the shy and the lonely, you can't be shy and lonely all the time. Speak up not only when required, and act with confidence. Engage in a conversation, instead of staring at the ants on the ground. Do things with sincerity. Someday someone will learn to appreciate what you have, and be attracted by you. If you feel likewise, a strong friendship will be bonded, and who knows what happens next?

Dating isn't just a game.
It is a test, of yourself, of your partner, and ultimately the test of time.



Monday, May 17, 2004


A geek's love letter.

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN MY COMPUTER Believe me it is true ...

You installed the best in me.

Your picture is always in my background.

You clicked my heart gently.

You drive me crazy when I see you.

Your love reset my life and deleted all the sadness in me.

You restored my kindness after I thought it was corrupted.

I'm always connected to you with more than 56 heart beat per second.

You hacked my brain and registered your name in it.

You are the only one that could navigate my feelings and explore my
emotions at the same time.

I feel lost when I try to call you and you are not responding.

I always feel you close to me when I shut down my eyes, or when I open
my windows waiting for you to pass.

You are the only one that can log into my heart and never log out.

I dream of being your only server as long as I live.

You don't have to search for me, cause we are always linked to each
others.

I see your name everywhere, my front page, my homepage and all my
software.

I scanned my life and found that I'm only infected by you.

You are the virus I'd never remove, and why should I do?

Believe me it is true...

I love you more than my CPU!!!!

-by Anonymous



Sunday, May 16, 2004


Yahoo! Fantasy Football.

A disappointing last week for my English Premiere League fantasy football team. I took some risks and they didn't pay off. But I end the season ranked pretty high. I remember my best was around the top 300+ as well. I started playing since I was in junior college, which was 4-5 years ago.

Points: 3231.04
Overall Rank: 345 of 498119
Percentile: 100
Rank Change: -38

The game took up most of my time - reading news, choosing players, and most importantly I met a friend from Australia whom I still talk to from now and then online. He's an engineering undergraduate there, and about the same age as me. It's nice to have a pen pal in a way.



Saturday, May 15, 2004


Luke Trent, I'm your father.

Finally met mum's boyfriend today. He dropped by our house for tea. I went up to shake his hand. He doesn't look very old, although mum said he does. Probably to prepare me for shock or something. He seemed very calm and confident, understandably so for once a successful businessman. Mum said he used to have meetings with the big shots of the world. I don't doubt what this man can do.

He told mum (in my presence) that I was handsome! And said that I looked healthy and fit.

Hmm.. sounds weird doesn't it...

Oh my god he's gay!

Sorry old man, but I've fallen in love with someone else already. You just take good care of my mother. I see you've brought a huge creamy cake today. I don't eat huge creamy cakes. But thanks anyway.

Hey when do I meet my big sister?



The face that launched a thousand ships.


Helen of Troy (originally of Sparta), daughter of Zeus.
Portrayed by Diane Kruger.


The movie Troy kicks ass. Every single thing. The costumes, backdrop, pictures, fight scenes, love scenes, accompanying music, what else? And you get to see Brad Pitt and Eric Bana. And the film cost some 200million or something. So help them by buying a ticket! =D It's a real good movie.



Friday, May 14, 2004


Speeding! Pull over!


Polce on motorscooters attempt to pull over an ostrich who escaped from a children's petting zoo on May 9 in Taipei, Taiwan. The ostrich eluded capture.

Which means it's still running around?!?! Taiwan's an interesting place, yo.



Thursday, May 13, 2004


Troy.

I just did a little read up on the History of the Trojan War. Thought I should know more about this particular episode of greek history (myth?) before I attempt to watch the 165minute movie.



The Third Smartest Animal.

Arguably the dolphins. Was just surfing around when I found that we could go swim with them in Hawaii! And it comes with a high price. Just check out this package. Yes honey I wish the currency was in Yen too.

Someday I'm gonna do it. Someday.


(P.S. If anyone wants to debate about the smartest animal issue or how do we / should we define intelligence please feel free to email me or message me. I'm game.)



Wednesday, May 12, 2004


Will you marry me?

I walked to my mum's room for some idle chit chat and found myself in a 90minute conversation about relationships. Mainly we talked about her ongoing relationship with the man he's seeing, and about the girls I'm seeing (which tally to as many monks in a brothel I reckon).

We also discussed her re-marriage plans or if she is gonna just stay with this man without getting the legal backing. And then she told me some stuff which would make a girl a good wife for me.

?!?!
I don't even have a girlfriend, ma.

But some points are true. Indeed it is so difficult to find someone that is compatible. I might as well become the monk that visits brothel. She said as a guy I should be more aggressive and take the initiative. I said I can't do anything if people don't even wanna talk to me, and I told her how girls nowadays (or is it all the days) will think that you like them when you treat them nice.

Anyway I realise despite all the HI I'M DOCTOR LURRRVEEE advice I've given people (and they rate it good advice), I'm actually of no stature to speak myself. I don't think I can even tell if a girl likes me. Let's just wait till the bloody boat reaches the shore.

Mum also told me not to be such a simple person. I mean whaa? That's like telling me to be a completely different person. Like, Mother Theresa becoming Britney Spears, or Bill Gates becoming Tony Hawk! Right? Right? Or..or.. David Beckham becoming Tinky-Winky. No wait, they are the same person. Ah who cares. The point is, I'm just me. And I like things simple, despite the millions of whatever-trons zipping through my complicated brain. For example, I don't like to live in the north and drive all the way to the south just because 'the chicken steak tastes nice.' Whatever dude. I don't even eat steak. Or to Changi because the nasi lemak is famous. You get the point. Don't say this is unromantic. How can going far places to eat be called romantic. Don't say I don't know how to enjoy life. I think a good life can be experienced through many ways besides food. There are a lot of things people don't know about me. Can't they give me a chance to let me express myself. I only wanna be your friend. I don't care whether you're a boy or girl, dog or cat. I'm not chasing you! For teletubbies' sake! I just need someone to listen, and give good replies when necessary. And after that you talk and I'll do my part. There you see, that's how something called a conversation gets started. And that's the basics of a friendship. Something called communication. It's ok we all learn something new everyday.

Mum's right. The past two failed relationships have made me learnt a lot. She also said I should have more confidence in myself because girls like that in guys. And that I should set myself an ambition. Because girls like that too. And that I should buck up in my studies and good grades. Because, yup, girls like that too.

Argh there are so many things I should do? Can't I just clean the car and mop the floor or something?

And she mentioned some girls I should go chase. But I know she's just kidding. Gosh I have never seen her so actively telling me that the time's right to get a girlfriend. How 3-4 years later if everything's fine we could even get married.

Alright then I've applied for this online dating service, hope it works out!



Weird Science.

Somehow today, I found myself at the Singapore Science Centre, and my friend and I managed to catch the omnimax film Top Speed. As the film suggests the movie was about speed, and viewing the gigantic screen at fast pace kinda caused too much strain for my brain. A little dizzy somewhat. Hah. But nonetheless a very insightful look on speed. And the science exhibits that form up after the show were very interesting themselves. And there were families bringing their kids. Wow I can't imagine parents bringing their kids to the science centre. I hope to bring my family down in the future too. And there were neat little souvenir shops, where my simply wonderful friend got me a super kick-ass bookmark with a 3D hologram of a big Triceratops and a baby Triceratops. And I finally got the cd of Babyface's greatest hits.

So that's my little day. =)



Absolutely Beautiful.



I don't know who's the artist, or if it's digitally created, but it's a real masterpiece alright.



Tuesday, May 11, 2004


Chem is try.

I'll just write this for the record, in case I wanna check back and tally with my dreams or something. This morning I dreamt that I failed Chemistry. I can't remember anything now, except that it was a bad dream. Not a nightmare, just a bad dream. Weird, because I don't even take chemistry as a subject now. Perhaps the visit to my old school on sunday triggered some inner memories.

I don't feel like and am not doing anything. Just listening to music. Think I should go lie on my bed now.



The thin line between them and us.

Jim and Mary were both patients in a Mental Hospital. One day, while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank like
a stone to the bottom and stayed there. Mary promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the medical director became aware of Mary's
heroic act, he immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as he now considered her to be mentally stable . When he went to tell her the news, he said,
"Mary, I have good news & bad news. The good news is you're being discharged because since you were able to jump in and save the life of another patient, I think you've regained your senses". "The bad news is that Jim, the patient you saved, hanged himself in the bathroom with the belt of his robe. I am so sorry, but he's dead".


Mary replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry."

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I got it in the mail. It's supposed to be a joke. Did you find it funny? I think it's actually kinda weird.



Monday, May 10, 2004


I can't believe I survived Survivor.

Warning: SPOILERS ahead Because I'm gonna talk about the show, having witnessed the finale. And I think I'm only writing about this because I haven't written something for some time and I should let my brain work some time.

Only caught the show right at the front, and a little past midpoint, because I thought the show was getting a little stale, with the mergers, challenges, the family/friends who take part in the challenges, whatever whatever.

So the 3 musketeers Jenna, Rob and Amber were fighting for the Immunity necklace?(what did they call it I don't really care) when Jenna lost her foot (awww what a pity) and Amber accidentally touched the stupid necklace and forfeited. Sounds like a pathetic acting attempt of giving up to keep up with their pre planned talks of Rob bringing her into the final.

And of course Rob was always gonna to take Amber in. Because the final two had a last day at the island to themselves. Which idiot was gonna choose Jenna and spend one awkward day facing her every second? Not when Rob and Amber are in lovey dovey land. And then I was discussing with my friend why Amber was gonna win because if the show let Rob wins there will be less juicy talk while if Amber won everyone would talk about how Rob was being so romantic (or stupid because market talk was he stood a better chance had Jenna went in place of Amber.) to bring Amber in and what a pity he didn't win because he played the game oh so well.

And of course I predicted a 4-3 win. Where's the climax if it's 4-0 or something. So Amber did win 4-3, and there was a TWIST before the results, where Rob expressed her love and desire for Amber before he got down on his knees and proposed. And Amber came in today wearing a I LOVE ROB tshirt. Only thing's lacking was snow falling from the sky.


What's with everyone complaining about the winner, show after show, season after season. It's just a game. There are no such things as back stabbing, betrayals. It's up to your own personal self to trust someone, trust their actions, trust what they say. Stop whining you losers!

And why did they give away Amber's car without asking Amber permission first? I don't get it. And the FINAL twist (wow so exciting!) was that there is to be another million dollars to be given away to any of the 18 survivor. Why? What's the point? I don't see this as a twist anyway.

For the bored, just go click on this link and check it out. VOTE who deserves the million.

Yeah. No more survivors anymore I reckon. An all star one with so many stories, plots, twists, dramas. End with the head held high, cbs!



Saturday, May 08, 2004


Of food, cars and relationships.

Dim sum at Carlton Hotel. With mum, brother and dasao. This cantonese restaurant called Wah Lok. If I remember correctly. Heh. They had these famous Bo LUO char siew bao (roast pork buns?) and they were really good. The skin was soft and succulent (Don't they always describe skin like that?)

The new car came today! I learnt how to operate it, and took it for a short spin. Major differences are that the accelerator pedal and steering wheel are both ultra sensitive (compared to previous), and I need to know how to operate the car alarm system (Mum screwed up and the neighbourhood must have been irritated by the ringing.).

Mum talked to me on the car trip to dim sum about house moving. We then stepped into talking about her relationship with this guy. He used to be a very rich businessman at his peak, but some failures caused his fall, and he's just average income wise but well he's semi retired anyway. He has 2 sons both married (about age 31 and 29), and a daughter who's 25 and lives with him. Their mother died some 7 years ago. Mum came up with 4 suggestions if they get married.
- stay here, the father and daughter to move in.
- move in with the father and daughter.
- all four stay in the 2nd son's flat (which is currently vacant since the son and his wife are in China). When they return then decide again.
- buy a new house and all four to stay together.

I told mum obviously I prefer to stay here, and she said they don't mind this route, especially this house is nearer the daughter's workplace. Mum said she preferred moving out to a brand new hut, which was my 2nd choice.

I told her I don't mind this new marriage or a merge in family. She was very relieved and said that I am really matured (dong3 shi4). I don't mind an elder sister too! =)



Friday, May 07, 2004


A date with the Vampires.

Van Helsing, a typical fantasy movie. I didn't read the comic book (There IS one right?), and frankly I don't really like these kinda movies, but my friends headed out and I didn't really mind either. I tell you I'd have gladly gone in the first place had I known Kate Beckinsale was starring in it. But was it a pleasant surprise that I saw her face appear in the film. I fell in love watching her since Pearl Harbour, and you will too if you had seen films like Serendipity, and The Underworld as well.

Oooh did I mention that this lady's hot. And well Hugh Jackman was ok. Rumours are (or is it the truth) that he's being considered for the next 007, but I don't think his looks are suitable though. And the little monk in transition guy, David Wenhem, provides most of the humourous lines in the show. Does anyone not know the story of the show at all?

Ok here it goes. Van Helsing (Hugh Jackman) tries to kill Count Dracula with the help of Anna (Kate Beckinsale) and Carl (David Wenham). On the way they meet various monsters in the background setting of Transylvannia.

And how do they go about killing Dracula, who's already dead? Do they succeed in the end (no brainer question)? What happens next? How does it conclude? Am I asking too many idiotic questions? Are you even planning to watch it? Do you even care? Should I stop typing now? You think I should? Oh you think I bloody should? So you will go and watch it right? What did you say? Because you think Kate Beckinsale is hot?

Oh yah, the special effects are worth a mention too.



Thursday, May 06, 2004


What type of Seducer am I.

I am the Anti-Seducer

Seducers draw you in by the focused, individualized attention they pay to you. Anti-seducers are the opposite: insecure, self-absorbed, and unable to grasp the psychology of another person, they literally repel. Anti-Seducers have no self-awareness, and never realise when they are pestering, imposing, talking too much. Root out anti-seductive qualities in yourself, and recognise them in others - there is no pleasure or profit in dealing with the Anti-Seducer.

Symbol: The Crab. In a harsh world, the crab survives by its hardened shell, by the threat of its pincers and by burrowing into the sand. No one dares get too close. But the Crab cannot surprise ists enemy and has little mobility. Its defensive strength is its supreme limitation.


What Type of Seducer are You?
created by polite_society



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Am I really??

Another silly quiz, which means, go take it!! heh heh.



Wednesday, May 05, 2004


Wishing Well.







Words of Wisdom #742

Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in his shoes.


That way, if he gets angry, he'll be a mile away, and barefoot.



Write right.


You are a freeform writer. Individualistic with a
sense for the different and challenging, Walt
Whitman and his poetry lacking meter and rhyme
is just what the doctor ordered. You're quick
to write something that the rest of the world
doesn't accept as poetry, quick to separate
yourself from the average joe. An author with a
true sense of self, you have confidence in your
abilities and aren't afraid to show it. :) GO
YOU!


What's YOUR Writing Style?
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What a dumb quiz! Only 3 absolutely silly questions! Go take it anyway! And they have nice pictures too!



Live the life you love?
or
Love the life you live?

First of all if you're dyslexic, you might have some time digesting the above. But don't worry! Not all hope is gone and it's not an illness and with hard work it will pay off. Hey come'on, Albert Einstein had it. So did Alexander Graham Bell. So did Tom Cruise!

So what is life? Life is what you and me are doing right now. We are living. Some of you might ask “You call this living a life?" Well I say shut up. If you're having internet access and reading this now it shouldn't be that bad.

Is there a life you love? Sitting on the sands by the sea, playing your ukelele, with your partner beside you rolling up peanut butter and jam sandwiches, and your kids building sandcastles with their mini pails and spades. Or jumping off high cliffs into water, scaling rocky mountains and speeding like NASCAR drivers. Or killing everyone you hate, stealing from the rich (not necessarily giving it to the poor) and running from state to state leading an exciting fugitive life. Is there a life you love?

Is there a life you live? With books and papers stacked higher than the Empire state Building, stuck in an 8-5 hell hole with showers of faeces, friends holding knives constantly glancing at your back. Is there a life you live?

Are you able to integrate both axioms (not sure if I'm using this word correctly hahahhahahahahaha sorry this is an inside joke =O ) , so that you actually have a life you love living for.

That's right you do. Sometimes, or rather mostly all the time, people find themselves tired of their work, and little time for fun. Didn't Jack tell you what happens to him when he has all work? If I could borrow what I received in the mail once, it was a story about the weight of a glass of water. The professor holds up this glass of water and asks the class what's the weight of it. A range of answers were given.

Then the professor said, "It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it.

If I hold it for a minute, it is OK.
If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm.
If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance.

It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."

"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier."

"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again."

Moral is that we have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are able to carry on.

So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Instead, carry a bouquet of flowers back home, be it for your wife, or your mother. Or contrive a favourite dish for your husband either from the kitchen or the local food stall nearby. Or taking your kids or siblings out for a meal. Or sitting together and watching television.

There will always be problems. It's how we handle them that makes life seem comfortable, or unbearing for us. So stop whatever you are doing now! And take a break! Achieve your goal, slowly but surely!

And live every day the way you love, for you love every day that you live!



Tuesday, May 04, 2004


Killing the purple dinosaur.

I had the usual dose of Just shoot me and in this episode there was this mentally challenged male model who liked dinosaurs.

I love dinosaurs. I used to be very intrigued by these creatures and know quite a bit on them. And I’ll be so excited when the news reports of new bones found or a new species named, and salivate with delight when articles in TIME or
DISCOVER magazines discuss about dinosaur origins and extinction. Check it out! Some articles on Dinosaurs. But you need to subscribe online to be able to read it. Knowledge doesn't come free anymore these days.

When I was in my second year in the military I finally bought my first dinosaur book, and I kept it in my bunk so I could read it every night. I tried memorising some of the stuff but the names and the pronunciations of them had already made me refrain myself from vomiting blood, but it’s a totally awesome hard cover book with coloured pictures and dinosaur details, which I will pass down to my children. Haha. And one of my dream attractions would be to visit those cool famous dinosaur museums in USA, and also Canada I believe. I always thought wouldn’t it be interesting to be those kinda archaeologists, dusting off objects and digging off surfaces in exploration, but really that is very hard work. Hats off to all these passionate people who spend most of their life time researching, and with the poor financial pay offs have to depend on government and organisation funding to make ends meet.

Anyone remembers the cartoon Denver the last dinosaur? Not Barney! That's the one everybody wants to kill!
(Note: see title)
No? No memory? Dammit guys am I the only one with a television set or something?
You know the theme song: Denver! The last dinosaur! He’s my friend and a whole lot more!
I'll never forget this line and the tune.
Ahhhh they actually have the mp3 of the THEME SONG. Internet kicks ass! There are many other theme songs for these old cartoons too. Just navigate from the denver link.

And how about The Land Before Time?
I'm sure alllllllll of you have watched this classic. If you haven't, this can only mean that

a) You don't have a television set.
b) You have a faulty television set.
c) You are ten years old or below.

It's such a moving story. Maybe I should buy the vcd somehow and then play it to my kids. (off topic: what's wrong with me keep on talking about my future kids.. hmm.....)

So there, don't dinosaurs rock your world or what? I remember there was the brilliant bbc series Walking with Dinosaurs that aired in town last year. My eyes stuck to the tube like a tube of glue. Ahh ok trying to be funny with words again. Which means I should stop writing and take a break.

Oh and remember the Transformers? And the dinobots? Especially Grimlock! My favourite!!

So many dinosaur connections! I love all of them! I wanna be a dinosaur! Is there some drink called milo dinosaur? What's with that man? I don't get it.

Ok NOW I'm thirsty. Plain water tastes bitter. Or is it my heart void of love. Ah now I'm sprouting rubbish.

Time to go~~ =0




Sunday, May 02, 2004


The last two films, Abadan and Crimson Gold, I caught yesterday were both made in Iran. Abadan was a world premiere so the director was on hand to do an introduction followed by a simple Q&A session after the film. From a person ignorant of the film industry (especially that of Iran's), I found the film pretty boring. The DV camera made my viewing a wee dizzy but it wasn't so bad as The Blair Witch Project. Speaking of which I remember many people blasting the show for making them feel nauseous. Surprisingly I didn't really feel that bad, perhaps I was perpetually scared of the horror plot. Anyway Abadan's a simple show, talking about how this old man wants to travel to Abadan, a post war zone where he thinks it's beautiful and just the place for him. His departure causes his daughter to panic, and forces her legally married but separated husband to search for him. The scene then breaks into 3 sub plots with the daughter talking to the husband's new girlfriend, the husband and his good friend searching around, and the old man who befriends an army sergeant veteran. In the end the husband managed to grab the old man back, but due to some discrepancies and mini quarrels, the old man managed to escape again. And that was the end.

Hmm sounds shit I know. Somehow I just can't type out what I see, without going into every single detail. Anyway that's film for you. There are so many minute things and at the end they all link to one another beautifully.

Crimson Gold was a much better film. Clicking the link you will find 'Screenwriter Kiarostami and director Panahi’s exploration avoids stating the obvious, employing allegorical devices to suggest the immense impenetrability of high society.' Very true. The audience will figure out why and what happened, because it is subtle, yet obvious. (whoa man I'm getting deep.) So the film's about the sequence of events which led till Hussein killing himself in a failed robbery, as the shop owner pressed the alarm and locked the gate, trapping him inside. Hussein's a quiet man of a lower class who delivers pizzas. He was very disgusted at how the local jewellery shop owner degrades him, and refusing him entry into his shop, where he had to buy gold for his best friend's sister, whom he is about to marry. On his nightly pizza deliveries he encounters interesting events, and one night he was at a rich man's house where the film accurately captures his emotions and actions as a dreamy man in an absolutely gorgeous setting. Carpets, wine, a swimming pool, a balcony amongst other breathtaking sights of a simple man. And the next scene was the robbery scene, which ended before the audience could see him shoot himself again. He realised he could never integrate himself into higher society.

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The end of the filmfest also means that I've spent $53.40 on the films alone, not including public transport. And also not including the movie 50 first dates, or the two books I've bought. So it's been a heavy expenses week, but I'm ok because they have been all worthwhile.

It's May already. Time to step up a gear on my fitness regime. I've also started two lines on my next story. Haha. Think I'll just leave it at that while I go do some readings.



Saturday, May 01, 2004


I wrote a half stranger an email yesterday and she replied. This makes me so happy. =)
Half stranger because we know each other online but we don't know each other. Get it? Get it?
And she's not from Singapore. Which means she's highly intelligent and gracious.



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