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    a plethora of thoughts
    Monday, January 23, 2006 (7:09 PM)

    and that equates to a mess of things i'm going to post here. today, while having a snack at the arts canteen, i overheard an african-american lookalike and an american lookalike arguing about blacks and whites for some reason. but it wasn't a violent argument, more like a funny argument although i didn't really cared to follow the details of the conversation. but it was nice seeing that we are all the same race hanging out together. the human race. the race of peace.

    when i reached home, opened the mailbox, i shivered for a moment when i thought i saw the letter from the japanese cultural society. jlpt1 results. then i wondered why i shivered since i already expected to fail. furthermore, the results aren't due out till march.

    well, jamx was yesterday and things went awfully wrong particularly due to our inexperience. we didn't do the soundcheck well and didn't make full use of the 10 minutes given to us in the afternoon. we just went up, went over it once, took note of the sound imbalance and went off. we didn't bother to make sure of the settings and adjust. we just thought having a rough idea on where to tune is fine and it turned out otherwise. we were hitting different chords somewhere in the middle and i was dead sure someone hit the wrong chord for the introduction but can't figure out who. that's not so important now. i was really disappointed with the performance because our jamming sessions went so much better. despite a poor performance, it was an invaluable experience. the worse thing that night? i was attacked by bird droppings on the way to the train station. but that wasn't the worst. the worst thing was when one of the judges came almost 2 hours late. i'm not going to say who. those who knows, knows. how big is singapore? and it wasn't even raining already by the time of the scheduled starting time. still had the cheek to walk in slowly, big smile. didn't even bother to apologise for coming late. how is a judge able to judge competitors on professionalism when he himself showed no sign of professionalism? it doesn't matter that i know i can't get in anyway but he should've respected the event even if it's organised by students.

    i had wanted to do some poses on the way guys pee but i'm kinda lazy to do it. i had seen some really interesting poses when guys use the urinal. i mean looking at them from the back of course. i wonder if those particular poses help them pee better. i shall do it some day. i promise.


    the art of embezelling $10 million
    Saturday, January 21, 2006 (6:31 PM)

    what would you do if you had $10 million? at least 2 front-page articles were splashed on the papers about a lady who embezelled $10 million from her employer in 3.5 years. she bought 3 cars, 2 condominiums, 6 watches, 10 handbags, 61 pieces of appliances and furniture. when she turned out at court, she claimed she embezelled the money to repay loan shark debts. if you needed the money to repay loan shark debts, would you buy a benz, a bmw and a honda odyssey? she doesn't even know how to lie properly. even joey does a better job. 'a racoon came in and took away the money!'

    speaking of cars, if i had this much money, i would buy 3 cars as well. a mitsubishi grandis, a mazda6 and either a toyota celica or honda hsc. more realistic isn't it? family car, regular sedan and a 2-seater sports. people who buy lambos are crazy. i wouldn't go get a condominium because condos these days are as large as a 5-room executive flat, except more bedrooms probably.

    oh ya. i won't keep all that $10million to myself of course. $1million would go to sis, $1million to dad, $3million to mum. i'll keep the rest. then i would tour japan. spend around 1 year there. following that, i'll make a trip to sweden, for what reasons, i don't know. i just feel an affinity with this country. after that, i'll visit russia. but not now due to the cold wave. it's like -30 degree celcius there. furthermore, i don't have $10 million now. i always think about how i would distribute my money if i ever strike lottery. but it will never happen. why? because i don't buy lotteries. -_-" i simply dislike compulsive gamblers. they always seem to have enough excuses for their addiction. 'i'm hoping to strike it rich so that you can have a better life'. i'll have a better life if you stop gambling.


    you sordid prying observer
    Thursday, January 19, 2006 (3:57 PM)

    let's face it. you are already yawning with my previous entries because i hardly talked about my life. i don't know how much of a sexual gratification you get out of reading the downsides of my life but men are voyeurs. by 'men', i don't mean the gender. it's so obvious from the fact that reality tv series keep coming up one after another and it looks set to take control of regular television totally in the next decade. thanks to voyeuristic people. i admit, i watch reality series too.

    well, i'm going to talk about what has been going on in my life recently but i do not guarantee satisfying your unnatural cravings nor is it the purpose of this entry. i have been falling sick again and again. something must be wrong with me. i just had a blood test yesterday following another sudden attack of the fever and unrelenting giddiness. the report will be out tonight and i'm guessing that the white blood cells in me are still higher than the red due to infection. i really hope nothing goes wrong. who does? raise you hands. i knew it! you bloody inhumane creatures. now don't come telling me you didn't want to raise your hands, i saw that bicep fidget.

    i had my first lecture on singapore's military history today and i observed one thing. if dr. farrell ever quits being a lecturer, he can very well work as a newscaster, specializing in sports. the first 2 slides he prepared today were sports news and when he announced the news, i totally fell into a trance that i was watching tv. his voice was so amazingly monotonous and deep, he sounded exactly like those cnn newscasters. and he sounded like he was using a microphone when he wasn't even close to one. talk about projecting your voice.

    i just read the papers and if you're planning for a holiday to australia soon, i'd persuade you against that idea. today's issue of today reported that a maximum security prisoner has escaped from prison. it didn't clarify what offence he committed but a maximum security prisoner? i'm sure you can guess how severe the case had been.

    well, i'm going to sembawang again. hope i don't come back sick again. probably the last practice before jamx this sunday. wish us good luck.


    a perfect plan for everyone
    Tuesday, January 17, 2006 (6:30 PM)

    - does it even exist? -

    i'm not so much a blog reader. even less so when the particular entry is extremely long and i don't go around reading people's blogs on a daily basis but sometimes when i really have nothing to do on the internet, i might start snooping around for things to do, and apparently blog reading is a great past time. so what's the connection between the heading and blog reading? well, i read the first couple of paragraphs off izzy's page - i'm not a fan of hers but i admire her style of writing and her command of the english language - and it was something to the extent of a perfect plan for everyone. like what she had mentioned in her entry, parents and religious leaders seem to like to say that something is right because they said so. for sure, this world is too diversed for anything to be perfect for everybody. and this brought to my mind, plato's dialogue of socrates and euthyphro. we were told euthyphro's father committed murder but when the situation was brought to our face, we realised that it was a situation of death caused due to negligence. but to him, his values taught him that his dad ought to be punished for one should prosecute even a killer who shares your hearth and home. to provide you with more insight to this dialogue, euthyphro's dependent murdered his slave and his father bound this murderer while sending someone off to consult a higher authority on what should be done. before the messenger could return, the murderer died and thereby the indictment of his own father. how you see this case really depends on your values, beliefs and your perspective.

    this brings me to the plastic $2 note that has been quite a news to some extent recently. if you seen it on the news, there were people who were happy with the plastic note because it lasts longer and doesn't tear as easily. these are the rationalistic people. then there were those who were unhappy about it because a plastic note feels fake. these are the unrealistic people. the value is the same regardless of it feeling fake or not. now we bring the situation behind the scenes. hurray! from the environmentalists. reduction of paper notes equates to a reduction in deforestation. boo! from the environmentalists again. a use of non-biodegradable notes means more harm to the environment. even for a single entity, one decision can be either way on a scale. it's just how much you prioritise one over the other, i guess. don't believe something works for everyone. and don't try to please everyone because it can never happen. never. unless you have a friend named 'everyone'.


    pawn king
    Saturday, January 14, 2006 (12:47 PM)

    with such a title, i'd be a star in podcasting for this entry till the point when the word 'pawn' comes clear of its spelling.

    my health had been at one of its worst for a long time. being ill constantly for the past 2 months wasn't fun and i have yet to recover fully from a recent attack of the stomach flu. i've been taking the western medicine so much that it has probably lost its wonders on me. then i went to the chinese doctor yesterday. they just seem to know everything like the physicians in outdated kung-fu serials do. and for that, it has become even clearer that western medications go for the pawn while the chinese medications go for the source. all western doctors seemed to prescribe me are prescriptions that target whatever is wrong. stomach flu, stomach medication. headache, painkillers. nausea, anti-nauseatic pills. these are the things i've been getting. no doubt, they do work almost immediately, unlike chinese medications which take longer time. but chinese medications go for the king. once the king goes down, the pawns can't attack. and that has been exactly why when i seem to be healthy, my body isn't working all that well. i'm like an egyptian mummy, all rotten in there. so now, i'll need to start building up my body - not physically. well, the good news is, the doctor mentioned that my skin allergy can be further improved. i had thought this is the best that i can get.

    lots of people have been telling me i have grown thinner. imagine! i'm already this thin and i can actually grow thinner. the most amazing thing is, they said it is 'damn obvious'. the little flesh on my cheeks have reduced due to the 2 months of ill health and bad appetite. now, i'm on a mission to gain back what i've lost. more gym and more subway!

    -the end-

    forget it, you dyslexic animal, i'm not going to talk about porn.


    stunning me
    Wednesday, January 11, 2006 (3:45 PM)

    i've decided to drop japanese language module for very simple reasons. 2 hours of lecture + 5 hours of tutorial per week. what kind of schedule is that? and i'll not have any day off if i take up this module. of course there are other impending reasons such as the cost of the textbook, the large class, the seemingly dull lessons and the fact that i've been through the contents already. of course, i must agree that the class really included in-depth coverage that wasn't taught in any other institutions i've attended, or that i've forgotten but still... well, my decision was confirmed when i managed to sell the textbook at the same price of $68 to another student today. so, what next? i actually added 2 more modules to cushion myself, in case i don't get one. at least if i got both, i can choose to drop either one. if i do manage to get singapore's military history only, my thursday off is gone too but what i stunned myself the most was, i actually threw all my points in the programme account down for the remaining 1 slot of basic french class. firstly, those who tried persuading me to take up french would have known that i've said umpteen times that i have no interest in french. also, french still takes up 6 hours a week, only 1 hour short of japanese. but the attractive thing is that, i'll be learning something new, i'll be able to have thursday off and it's another language. i had considered every other languages as well but ended up with french. since the start of last semester, lots of people have told me that i should take japanese, which would pull up my cap. not just because i've learnt it before but also the fact that 70% of ca and only 30% of exam. which means that, attending all lectures and tutorials would more or less guarantee you 60% and just by passing the exam, it's not that tough to score a 5 point grade. but i came to nus to learn something, not just to score well in what i already know. afterall, i do not intend to take honours so, as long as i don't do badly, i don't have to do amazingly well. voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir? i'm stunning.


    what lies beneath
    Sunday, January 08, 2006 (12:42 PM)

    no horror stories and no michelle pfeiffer here but to a certain extent, it could be horror to people who laze around. throughout the hour lunch with trudy and alvin, i've learnt that it's not always a good thing if you manage to get leave easily despite the company being short handed or if your request to be an additional helping hand to another out-posted personnel gets approved easily. many times, it may be good but if you are one who doesn't contribute much to the company, you really ought to sit down and reflect. alvin granted leave to his subordinate readily because he felt that it has no impact on the company's operation. in other words, he doesn't contribute much, hence, it's really just an additional financial burden in some sense.

    well, my modules for the coming semester have been confirmed. 2 english modules, philosophy, japanese and computing. the bad thing is, i don't have much choice for some of my tutorials because many of the time slots clashes with others. i had thought i would be able to get thursday off but would have to take tutorial classes on that day. thankfully i can still have thursday off for the first 2 weeks before tutorial begins on the 3rd.

    guang did a short sample of a new composition and it's pretty good. though in a mess as a draft and without lyrics, i think it's not bad despite being a bit heavy on the distortion. i'll wait for the finished product then. just feel like finishing the thing for him now that he's in genting. haha...

    2 more weeks to the big day. not expecting much results but expecting a lot of hardwork. last week, while i was doing the finger practice, i saw an article placed on the table and it read 不要以为埋头苦干就有出头天. talk about morale boosters.


    wise in hollywood + opus dei
    Saturday, January 07, 2006 (11:42 PM)

    i've learnt from tuesdays with morrie and i've learnt from my campmate, now i've learnt from jim carrey. the words 'money is not everything' has been repeated again and again for so many times. we know it is essential for living to carry on but we should also know that life should not be about slogging for money. today's papers published a quote from jim carrey who said 'everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamt of so they can see that it's not the answer'. it's already not easy to get people who think like that, what more from hollywood. to think jennifer aniston and co. demanded US$1million per f.r.i.e.n.d.s episode and the nba players went on strike for an entire season in the late 90s demanding a raise in salary. and the amount of salary they are drawing is already a gross sum which makes the humanitarians want to puke. it was said a few years back that the fact that the amount of money being transferred in soccer is so huge and yet there are so many poverty-stricken families is disgusting. and in hongkong a few months ago, a family went to court over inheritance issues left by a huge tycoon (it's figurative). then there's this woman who is richer than her estranged husband requested alimony from him after their divorce. this world is going crazy over money. i am too. -_-...

    well, times bookstore finally brought in the opus dei book. i checked the first few pages and it was a dull recital of facts. *zzz* looks like it's not going to be my latest artifact on probing the catholic church afterall. but the interesting thing is, opus dei has a following in singapore too! well, i never knew about that.

    i went to soma's seminar today. the guitarist at work was from the berklee college of music. same school as steve vai! he was pretty impressive but all he did was the simple a-d-e blues progression and pentatonic scale. afterall, it's just a small demo but i had to leave early and managed to catch paul's original and cover of blondie. it was really impressive too. looks like i need more experience and theory to do a better one.

    and forget it, i'm not gonna do any sequel to the perfect shit. i'm losing my appetite for chocolate already.


    the perfect shit - literally
    Thursday, January 05, 2006 (8:16 PM)

    for the first time, i sank into the world of stratovarius while listening to their paradise in a packed carriage. when the system announced, '*bing bong* queenstown', i knew i had to be alert or risk missing commonwealth. before i knew the train left queenstown, i was dreaming paradise and by the time i regained my senses, i arrived at the ironically futuristic yet commuter-unfriendly platform of dover. i panicked. i checked my watch and *phew* i still had a 20 minute buffer before being late for work and dover is a mere 6-minute ride away from my destination. i made a huge round going down the stairs, moving across and going up the other side and i thank the 20 minute allowance i had for leaving for destination early. it's for these unexpected situations that we leave early and now i understand even more why people who are always late end up even later occasionally.

    now we get to the perfect shit. the following content will be crude. will be. not shall be. not might be. will be. so if you can't take it, just stop reading here and i know it's pointless because the more i tell you to stop reading, the more you want to read, so don't blame me for your bullimia-ish syndrome. i have been having an on/off diarrhoea for over a month which became quite bad during the time i was taking medication 2 weeks ago because according to the doctor, that particular dose of anti-biotics causes diarrhoeas which made my case even worse. after finishing the prescription of 'anti-diarrhoea' medications, i'm finally all right and i saw my 'dose' of perfect shit. and i mean 'shit' the way it is meant to mean. like what guang's lyrics say, 人总是失去了才开始珍惜, now i understand how he felt when he wrote those lyrics. c'mon people! start appreciating your perfect shit.

    i promise to do a sequel. the perfect shit - metaphorically.


    the crazy graduating batch + jamx
    Wednesday, January 04, 2006 (9:05 AM)

    there's a really huge glitch in nus system and it's causing great distress to us year ones. knowing that it will be their last semester, the graduating batch need not save bid points anymore and that explains the exhorbitant amount of bid points they throw in the split-second bidding opens. over 1700 for introduction to computing and over 1500 for science of music 30 minutes into bidding. it is during these phases that the minimum bid points increase like a stroke patient's blood pressure before he gets an attack and if this carries on, i might very well be talking about myself. i read with no interest an email forwarded to everyone about the discussion on cors improvements and i thought one suggestion was feasible, which is to start afresh for everyone every semester but jolin also mentioned, if that's the case, everyone would just throw all their points down in one semester. so i thought again, my vision is actually pretty myopic (why else do you think i need lenses?).

    i got a sudden urge to sign up with jamx this year. no doubt we won't win, especially with paul's band taking part and the many technically inclined people from various institutions and non-institutions alike but it would be a great experience. everyone agreed but my only concern is, what cover would we write for the finals? for sure we are going to deal with the same original now that we don't have enough time to do another one. it's probably just fine to fill in any cover song. afterall, we might not even play it. but since we're expecting not to play it, i'm thinking of writing argentina, holiday song, or even smelly cat all by my favourite 'singer-songwriter', phoebe buffay. haha... now that'd be interesting. though i'd really prefer the former 2 over smelly cat. the lyrics are amazingly... weird. oh i just realised argentina probably won't go through because of the 'violent' content:

    and there's a country called argentina
    it's a place i've never seen
    but i'm told for 50 pesos
    you can buy a human spleen
    human spleen

    if you think that's crude enough to meet the scissors, you really ought to check out others and you'll see what is meant by explicit content on television sitcom. no wonder the parents were complaining. ok that does it, i've decided on holiday song. phoebe buffay rocks! anyone care to join my phoebe buffay tribute band?


    the fun stage; but before that...
    Sunday, January 01, 2006 (5:06 PM)

    we've finally come closer to the fun stage where we would get the urge to pick up a guitar and play a few riffs or just ask whoever is around with an instrument to hit a few chords while we get high in our own world. but before that, it's pay-the-price-before-getting-the-results. in the past, if i don't practise, i just can't play well. now, i've reached the stage where if i don't practise, i can't play at all and for the first time, i'm getting frustrated at my own playing. 1 hour on, i still can't hit clear notes in a row. my target is to finish 17 demisemiquavers in 2 beats at tempo 80 this week and i'm not even halfway there. what kind of monster would play hemidemisemiquavers? this is the stage where everything is going to be dry. really dry. just technical playing. thank goodness we're gonna deal with some theories. for the first time, i'm looking forward to more theories. it's really a pain but it is like an oasis when you are dealing with a desert-dry finger speed practice. i can totally feel my vocal cords all prepared to sound out some explicit words. all i need to do is to run air out my mouth and police would come knocking at my door for harassment using obscene languages. but i think i'm pretty safe because i don't know any obscene words. yah right, as if you'd believe.