pepperl and fuchs really house good environment to work with. ok, the food sucks like shit but it's still good. i kinda miss my table already even though the 'graduation' is tml. i don't really communicate well with my colleagues but today really made me feel happy. one of the things that really touch me is to see a group of people that you are with laughing while having their food. paul, amri and i bought the pizzas to treat the dudes and lady, while they got the drinks from the canteen. well, henry manage to act cute with the auntie to get 6 cans of drinks. really lively and heart warming. they are talking about ns, the guys.
the whole day was pretty much empty. paul tan's not in and i've completed my work, what's left is him commenting for improvement or screwing my program up and then ask me to troubleshoot. even though the whole department kinda dislike him because of his previous actions, thus him landing into a new department, i would like to appreciate my boss for allowing me to learn and the flexibility and freedom he gave. he's really friendly and helped me out like a friend.
tml is my last day in p+f, i'll miss them and move on. hope my next iap in uni will be there too. or i'll approach them for my iap. haha. 650 bucks for uni student, pay increase. hahahahahaha.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
2 days of planned hell...
if you've are left with 3 days and you've got 14 reports to do, excluding a big report biting your ass, what will you do? i'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dead. 14 weeks worth of reports not done, and that's my peak of procrastination. i'm doing the stunt of finishing everything up at the last minute. time drives me, not girls. if you put xiao min infront of me, i'll give my grades up and ask her to be my bride instead. arh. i'm so screwed. but i'll continue to blog.
a day's routine in p+f is pretty wild, yeah. you get to see operators killing each other, or they have some weird sence of belonging with each other, like tugging each other. totally awesome! my ass. this sucks, and they are damn noisy. i've got nothing against the china chinese in general, but some of them have super high pitch voices that rings your ear drums. it's like, shit, it's ringing again.
anyway, here's my usual schedule...
7.20am: reached p+f, trying to talk to paul sim but he's not a morning person, so usually it's just me thinking some usual things like "how am i going to improve the arrangement of this song?" or thinking of a tune. put my stuff on the table and head to the canteen to have some breakfast if i get any food.
7.30am: work starts with not doing anything but surfing the web. i'll got to hotmail, than my blog, than some other common blogs, than scc forum and lastly sgcafe. only wasted 30 mins on it.
8.00am: most probably, i'll still be on sgcafe or channelnewsasia or wikipedia reading.
8.30am: it's going to break-time, don't bother to work, keep reading.
8.48am: breakfast break!
9.30am: start off with some programming, didnt really go all the way.
9.45am: back to surfing routine.
12.15pm: lunch break.
1.15pm: web surfing routine again.
3pm: alittle work like programming or help my colleague to do some administrative work.
4pm: elite's break.
5pm: go home. hahaha.
this is pretty standard coz i'm pretty ok with programming and only motivated by how much time is left. i've kinda completed it, so i'm in my reports now. argh.
a day's routine in p+f is pretty wild, yeah. you get to see operators killing each other, or they have some weird sence of belonging with each other, like tugging each other. totally awesome! my ass. this sucks, and they are damn noisy. i've got nothing against the china chinese in general, but some of them have super high pitch voices that rings your ear drums. it's like, shit, it's ringing again.
anyway, here's my usual schedule...
7.20am: reached p+f, trying to talk to paul sim but he's not a morning person, so usually it's just me thinking some usual things like "how am i going to improve the arrangement of this song?" or thinking of a tune. put my stuff on the table and head to the canteen to have some breakfast if i get any food.
7.30am: work starts with not doing anything but surfing the web. i'll got to hotmail, than my blog, than some other common blogs, than scc forum and lastly sgcafe. only wasted 30 mins on it.
8.00am: most probably, i'll still be on sgcafe or channelnewsasia or wikipedia reading.
8.30am: it's going to break-time, don't bother to work, keep reading.
8.48am: breakfast break!
9.30am: start off with some programming, didnt really go all the way.
9.45am: back to surfing routine.
12.15pm: lunch break.
1.15pm: web surfing routine again.
3pm: alittle work like programming or help my colleague to do some administrative work.
4pm: elite's break.
5pm: go home. hahaha.
this is pretty standard coz i'm pretty ok with programming and only motivated by how much time is left. i've kinda completed it, so i'm in my reports now. argh.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
fast fingers...
from jessica's blog. it's a very fun game. played for like 5 times of getting 58-61, i finally beat her score!
75 words
75 words
singaporean... proud and ashamed to be one...
after going through some of the comments that singaporeans type, be it the food comments, news article comments, trying to take a stand comments and more, i come to a point where i'm feeling quite... disappointed. i'm not going to generalise or classify, blame it on the bad choice of comments i pry and scan my eyes through the words, working them out and understanding them.
i was upset about service. not the people providing services, but the ones that receives service. the c*******e factory, part of my black forest cake venture for qiuyun's treat, was one of the victims. bad service is bad service, but complying to the cafe rules is another matter. bloggers and other entities that type using the keyboard kept swaging around the "no photography" policy, choking the proprietor. most of the posts aren't constructive, but let comments be comments, being a passing remark and a label for the subject that was commented on. however, comments bridge into the marketing affairs of the cafe. i mean, "WHAT THE FISH?!". if that cafe have a nice FLASH website, how could he not be aware of his marketing possibilities online? who are you to talk about whether the comments being a plus or a minus for the cafe? it's atrocious. instead of being constructive, it's not going anywhere, just like micros**t trying to answer your helicopter qns...
you: *on a helicopter* sorry sir, do you know where am i now?
mr micros**ft: on the helicopter.
it doesn't help. the best is, who needs to see your damn 'in response to' type of review when you 'never heard nor stepped into c*******e factory'? reviews lah, mister, not your damn response to a review, take it somewhere else where people like you fishbrain can appreciate.
why not pay a trip down to stomp.com.sg? article of the year... 'Bolster stuck on the tree' nice... that's soooooooooooooooo exciting... next, super super interesting artical... 'Secondary school girl hugging tightly with her partner in public'... wow, that is crazy... which fishing century are you staying at? your grandma's? or dinosaur's? but this is not that bad... the comments are the worsts! the common meanings of the comments is... "SUA KU"...
some how, i feel that some of us here need to work on our brains abit before talking. and oh, the trains being 1/2 full at boon lay station, do you think it's a direct service all the way to the CBD?
damn...
i was upset about service. not the people providing services, but the ones that receives service. the c*******e factory, part of my black forest cake venture for qiuyun's treat, was one of the victims. bad service is bad service, but complying to the cafe rules is another matter. bloggers and other entities that type using the keyboard kept swaging around the "no photography" policy, choking the proprietor. most of the posts aren't constructive, but let comments be comments, being a passing remark and a label for the subject that was commented on. however, comments bridge into the marketing affairs of the cafe. i mean, "WHAT THE FISH?!". if that cafe have a nice FLASH website, how could he not be aware of his marketing possibilities online? who are you to talk about whether the comments being a plus or a minus for the cafe? it's atrocious. instead of being constructive, it's not going anywhere, just like micros**t trying to answer your helicopter qns...
you: *on a helicopter* sorry sir, do you know where am i now?
mr micros**ft: on the helicopter.
it doesn't help. the best is, who needs to see your damn 'in response to' type of review when you 'never heard nor stepped into c*******e factory'? reviews lah, mister, not your damn response to a review, take it somewhere else where people like you fishbrain can appreciate.
why not pay a trip down to stomp.com.sg? article of the year... 'Bolster stuck on the tree' nice... that's soooooooooooooooo exciting... next, super super interesting artical... 'Secondary school girl hugging tightly with her partner in public'... wow, that is crazy... which fishing century are you staying at? your grandma's? or dinosaur's? but this is not that bad... the comments are the worsts! the common meanings of the comments is... "SUA KU"...
some how, i feel that some of us here need to work on our brains abit before talking. and oh, the trains being 1/2 full at boon lay station, do you think it's a direct service all the way to the CBD?
damn...
impromptu
it's going to be a very sleepy afternoon. i'm partially dozing off right now and the bak gua i ate just 40 minutes ago left some irritaing residue beneath my mouth ceiling. it's super irritating and i wanna type without looking at the fret board. it's kinda irritating to punch the backspace while you type at 40 words per min speed. well, it's not really fast, but it's really ticks you off when you type that this speed, which excludes your mistakes, and you have to hit the damn backspace button. i've got a pair of fat hands and coupled with fat fingers and it really bothers me much not being able to type properly. the world may been to invent a new keyboard, called fat finger keyboard. meant for fat finger victims like me.
typing is like a hobby to me. i love to read and then just go on and type the passage that i'm reading. it's like side reading for music. your fingers move base on muscle memory and you're actually talking, through your fingers. i've yet to get into this stage for the guitar, if i can do that, that'll be very good, it feels good and the things that came out of your mine being heard in reality, it feels real damn good. ok, that's for more melodic kinda of instruments, not much of a percussion instrument. i still dun really feel for percussion, i play base on muscle memory and i cannot create a fill in real time. it's like just before you hit, you have worked everything out in your mind on what to hit, how many hits and how hard you are going ot hit.
my finger hurts now, i shall rest it.
typing is like a hobby to me. i love to read and then just go on and type the passage that i'm reading. it's like side reading for music. your fingers move base on muscle memory and you're actually talking, through your fingers. i've yet to get into this stage for the guitar, if i can do that, that'll be very good, it feels good and the things that came out of your mine being heard in reality, it feels real damn good. ok, that's for more melodic kinda of instruments, not much of a percussion instrument. i still dun really feel for percussion, i play base on muscle memory and i cannot create a fill in real time. it's like just before you hit, you have worked everything out in your mind on what to hit, how many hits and how hard you are going ot hit.
my finger hurts now, i shall rest it.
tuesday... nearly there...
in 4 more days, i'm going to be out of iap. i still owe the school 14 weeks worth of reports that's yet to be done and i've not started on a single word yet. well, you can say this is a extreme result of procrastination. i've never, EVER, got to write 14 weeks of report, how cool is that? NOT. if i can't remember my lyrics, how can i remember what i've done. i know! i'm going to lie! hahaha.
for this pass few days, i'm pretty much obsess with one thing. well, it doesn't really bother me much but it can be a prick at times. nope, not about girls. i'm trying to regain my footing after knowing that all the chasing from the last won't bring much result and after doing so much with no response, why bother to continue where there are so many things hanging on my shoulder. i've been thinking of songs that can sell. yup, songs that can be placed in an album and people actually listens to it and buy or download it. downloading is too much of a common practise, so no point going against it cause i think the people who will be booting the anti-download party will be bigger. take odex for example, good move to go against downloading, bad move for their business. so if you want to download, "download from the rich bands and buy the indie labels" as said by rosli to kinet.
i'm listening more commercial music nowadays, well not really chinese commercial or english, but the japanese rock. hahaha. shit man, most of my songs now is influenced by gazette. i need to listen more! and play more! but my band mates are not there yet, i'm not there yet either, so need to play more! more more more!
damn jay and kinet, they must be playing games now. ARGH! i wanna play games! I WANNA SLEEP MORE! arh! *tears burst like a steam overflowing the edge of a cliff* ARGH! I WANNA SLEEP MORE! oh yeah, jay, i want the emo drummer photos, hehe, they are damn funny, so i can put it up on my blog.
some things i wanna clarify (friendly version):
:) the "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry about it" face
:( the "5 second emo" face
:D the happy face
D: the "visually fubar" face
;) the "i'm sick of people using the same smilie so i use this to tell you that i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry about it" face
;( the pirate face
;D the retarded face
D; the hunchback of notre dame face
<: the fished up face
>: the sesame street alien face
<; the another fished up face
>; the sesame street alien and hunchback of notre dame hybrid face
:p the "i know i'm cute and i'm not going to reply you anymore because i'm cuter than you" face
p: the "got milk?" face
;p the "i'm trying to do something different" face
p; the hunchback of notre dame "got milk?" hybrid face
: the "what the fish" face
; the "fish the what" face
; the frog of notre dame face
:o the "ohhh" face
:O the tenor face
:@ the very impressive soprano face, aka, the "i just wanna show you that i'm angry, but it's a joke" face
=.= the myopic face
-.- the bunta face, aka, the "are you trying to say a joke?" face
o.o the ET face, aka, the "i'm actually blind but i still can see" face
o.0 the toothpick on one side of the eye face
0.0 the ET's mother face
*.* the eye socket face, aka, the "i'm not blind, just to let you know" face
^.^ the happy face
^^ the happy without the mouth face
^_^ the "i'm not so happy but i'm just trying to tell you that i'm happy" face
$_$ the loan shark face
+_= the mathematician face
:{) the italian mafia trying to express "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry" face
:{( the italian mafia trying to express doubt face
;{) the goofy italian mafia face
;{( the italian mafia face
;{D the druck italian mafia face
D}: the "you are going to be killed by the italian mafia" face
D}; the italian mafia of notre dame face
:}) the french chef trying to express "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry" face
:}( the french chef at work face
:[ the robot face
and the list goes on, but i'll stop here for now, i'll update it later in the afternoon or maybe next time if i'm busy today. have a good day!
for this pass few days, i'm pretty much obsess with one thing. well, it doesn't really bother me much but it can be a prick at times. nope, not about girls. i'm trying to regain my footing after knowing that all the chasing from the last won't bring much result and after doing so much with no response, why bother to continue where there are so many things hanging on my shoulder. i've been thinking of songs that can sell. yup, songs that can be placed in an album and people actually listens to it and buy or download it. downloading is too much of a common practise, so no point going against it cause i think the people who will be booting the anti-download party will be bigger. take odex for example, good move to go against downloading, bad move for their business. so if you want to download, "download from the rich bands and buy the indie labels" as said by rosli to kinet.
i'm listening more commercial music nowadays, well not really chinese commercial or english, but the japanese rock. hahaha. shit man, most of my songs now is influenced by gazette. i need to listen more! and play more! but my band mates are not there yet, i'm not there yet either, so need to play more! more more more!
damn jay and kinet, they must be playing games now. ARGH! i wanna play games! I WANNA SLEEP MORE! arh! *tears burst like a steam overflowing the edge of a cliff* ARGH! I WANNA SLEEP MORE! oh yeah, jay, i want the emo drummer photos, hehe, they are damn funny, so i can put it up on my blog.
some things i wanna clarify (friendly version):
:) the "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry about it" face
:( the "5 second emo" face
:D the happy face
D: the "visually fubar" face
;) the "i'm sick of people using the same smilie so i use this to tell you that i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry about it" face
;( the pirate face
;D the retarded face
D; the hunchback of notre dame face
<: the fished up face
>: the sesame street alien face
<; the another fished up face
>; the sesame street alien and hunchback of notre dame hybrid face
:p the "i know i'm cute and i'm not going to reply you anymore because i'm cuter than you" face
p: the "got milk?" face
;p the "i'm trying to do something different" face
p; the hunchback of notre dame "got milk?" hybrid face
: the "what the fish" face
; the "fish the what" face
; the frog of notre dame face
:o the "ohhh" face
:O the tenor face
:@ the very impressive soprano face, aka, the "i just wanna show you that i'm angry, but it's a joke" face
=.= the myopic face
-.- the bunta face, aka, the "are you trying to say a joke?" face
o.o the ET face, aka, the "i'm actually blind but i still can see" face
o.0 the toothpick on one side of the eye face
0.0 the ET's mother face
*.* the eye socket face, aka, the "i'm not blind, just to let you know" face
^.^ the happy face
^^ the happy without the mouth face
^_^ the "i'm not so happy but i'm just trying to tell you that i'm happy" face
$_$ the loan shark face
+_= the mathematician face
:{) the italian mafia trying to express "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry" face
:{( the italian mafia trying to express doubt face
;{) the goofy italian mafia face
;{( the italian mafia face
;{D the druck italian mafia face
D}: the "you are going to be killed by the italian mafia" face
D}; the italian mafia of notre dame face
:}) the french chef trying to express "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry" face
:}( the french chef at work face
:[ the robot face
and the list goes on, but i'll stop here for now, i'll update it later in the afternoon or maybe next time if i'm busy today. have a good day!
Monday, January 28, 2008
monday madness...
shit man. after typing for so long, the blog post didn't go through. sigh.
it's monday and it's the last week of my iap. honestly, i'm not missing anything here, and neither are they treating me badly, actually they are pretty good to me. i kinda owe them something so i've gotta head down and grab some tibits for them, or at least the really good ones, forget about the gilian, need something better then gilian.
yesterday, i had the best mcdonald's cashier in my life, till now that is. i don't really mind about mcdonald cashiers but this one stole my eyes. yeah, not literally, but it's really like a big thing. she's very cute and looks like a singaporean chinese, speaks like one and i hope it's one. thank God that the mcdonald's is within 2 kilometers away. she's so cute! i was trying to get her name, and of course, like all mcdonald's cashiers, or even sales assistants, there's a name tag. "Xiao..." and i can't get the next word, course she's moving around and it's facing downwards. "Xiao..." i kept staring at that particular spot and can be easily mistaken as a pervert. "XIAO MIN!" nice name! but it's pretty obvious is a pseudo. i don't really think a singaporean parent would xiaominise their female child, unless they are very english speaking and studied the primary school chinese textbooks with all the xiao hua, xiao ming, xiao li and stuff, or they are not singaporeans. the words from this particular cashier suggests that she's inexperienced, furthered by her actions, but she's really cute and emits the impression of her being blur. looks like she got some light eye liners and light foundation. it's the whole deal from there. i enjoyed, for the first time coz i don't like talking to strangers, ordering my food, made me feel comfortable even though i was greeted by "what you want?". not in a rude manner, but a tone that is soft and the sence of "hi, i'm new. please take care of me". yeah. pretty good.
well, i wish to bring her home, and probably pay her 2 times more than mcdonalds for bringing me coffee and tea and be my bolster for the night, but i've got no such money to pay now. ha.
Gosh, she's cute.
it's monday and it's the last week of my iap. honestly, i'm not missing anything here, and neither are they treating me badly, actually they are pretty good to me. i kinda owe them something so i've gotta head down and grab some tibits for them, or at least the really good ones, forget about the gilian, need something better then gilian.
yesterday, i had the best mcdonald's cashier in my life, till now that is. i don't really mind about mcdonald cashiers but this one stole my eyes. yeah, not literally, but it's really like a big thing. she's very cute and looks like a singaporean chinese, speaks like one and i hope it's one. thank God that the mcdonald's is within 2 kilometers away. she's so cute! i was trying to get her name, and of course, like all mcdonald's cashiers, or even sales assistants, there's a name tag. "Xiao..." and i can't get the next word, course she's moving around and it's facing downwards. "Xiao..." i kept staring at that particular spot and can be easily mistaken as a pervert. "XIAO MIN!" nice name! but it's pretty obvious is a pseudo. i don't really think a singaporean parent would xiaominise their female child, unless they are very english speaking and studied the primary school chinese textbooks with all the xiao hua, xiao ming, xiao li and stuff, or they are not singaporeans. the words from this particular cashier suggests that she's inexperienced, furthered by her actions, but she's really cute and emits the impression of her being blur. looks like she got some light eye liners and light foundation. it's the whole deal from there. i enjoyed, for the first time coz i don't like talking to strangers, ordering my food, made me feel comfortable even though i was greeted by "what you want?". not in a rude manner, but a tone that is soft and the sence of "hi, i'm new. please take care of me". yeah. pretty good.
well, i wish to bring her home, and probably pay her 2 times more than mcdonalds for bringing me coffee and tea and be my bolster for the night, but i've got no such money to pay now. ha.
Gosh, she's cute.
monday madness...
the last week. it'll be crazy like a pig attached with a fishing rod with a piece of carrot. or is that a rabbit? well, there's so much work to do and i've got 14 weeks worth of reports that has yet to be completed by me. ha. this is pretty crazy, i'm going crazy. if this is the amount of work we're going to get in uni, i'll be willing to adapt to it. it's cool. alot of work and kinda stress you out, increase your level of coping stress. the corporate won't be so easy, i guess. being an iap student is like a privilege staff, delay work also nevermind, flexible datelines, single goal and no parallel projects.
so much work to do but, again, not in the mood to do. nothing drives me. of coz, girls dun drive me in this kind of manner too. the only thing that drives me, is the final dateline. haha, which is friday, but i wanna finish it by today. shit man. dammit.
i can feel the 20+ nuggets in my body, thoroughly regreted having that craving yesterday night. but mcnuggets are nice, and the counter girl is CUTE! i really like the counter girl, but she's like sec 4 or 5, totally out of my league. i kept catching a glipse at her yesterday and kept telling myself, "eh, that's like quite obvious lah." so i look down for her name tag. a pseudo. i dun think her parents will name her "xiao min". but if it's really xiao min, well, it's a plus. it took quite some time too look at her name tag, so i kinda like stared at that area like a pervert, but my true intention is to see the name tag. can see that she's pretty new over there too, she's like stuck for words.
xiao min: *softly* "what you want?" *totally turns me of if she's not cute. i'm not fussy about service, but i love to point things out to help to improve and not dwell into it.*
ed: "erm... can i have the mcnuggets meal please."
xiao min: "stares at me... sorry?"
ed: *wah lao, cannot look into her eyes lah. SO CUTE!* "can i have the 6 piece mcnuggets meal please?"
xiao min: "oh, you mean the set meal?"
ed: "yeah. upsize, change the fries to twister fries" *talk to me more, come on!*
xiao min: "ok. for the drink, what drink you want?" *well, she's new.*
ed: "coke light" *at this point, i'm kinda lost my footing on the ground. i did told myself not to drink coke light, but both words just came out coz i can't think.*
xiao min: "er... having here or take away?"
ed: "having here." *no... it's going to end!"
xiao min: "sorry, what drink do you want again?"
ed: *is that the last move to finish me off?* "coke light" *as you can see, even the 2nd attempt to think of another beverage other thn coke light has failed. thanks to the cutie infront of me*
so after paying up for the meal, i continued to peek at her face. it's like, wow~
it's great.
so much work to do but, again, not in the mood to do. nothing drives me. of coz, girls dun drive me in this kind of manner too. the only thing that drives me, is the final dateline. haha, which is friday, but i wanna finish it by today. shit man. dammit.
i can feel the 20+ nuggets in my body, thoroughly regreted having that craving yesterday night. but mcnuggets are nice, and the counter girl is CUTE! i really like the counter girl, but she's like sec 4 or 5, totally out of my league. i kept catching a glipse at her yesterday and kept telling myself, "eh, that's like quite obvious lah." so i look down for her name tag. a pseudo. i dun think her parents will name her "xiao min". but if it's really xiao min, well, it's a plus. it took quite some time too look at her name tag, so i kinda like stared at that area like a pervert, but my true intention is to see the name tag. can see that she's pretty new over there too, she's like stuck for words.
xiao min: *softly* "what you want?" *totally turns me of if she's not cute. i'm not fussy about service, but i love to point things out to help to improve and not dwell into it.*
ed: "erm... can i have the mcnuggets meal please."
xiao min: "stares at me... sorry?"
ed: *wah lao, cannot look into her eyes lah. SO CUTE!* "can i have the 6 piece mcnuggets meal please?"
xiao min: "oh, you mean the set meal?"
ed: "yeah. upsize, change the fries to twister fries" *talk to me more, come on!*
xiao min: "ok. for the drink, what drink you want?" *well, she's new.*
ed: "coke light" *at this point, i'm kinda lost my footing on the ground. i did told myself not to drink coke light, but both words just came out coz i can't think.*
xiao min: "er... having here or take away?"
ed: "having here." *no... it's going to end!"
xiao min: "sorry, what drink do you want again?"
ed: *is that the last move to finish me off?* "coke light" *as you can see, even the 2nd attempt to think of another beverage other thn coke light has failed. thanks to the cutie infront of me*
so after paying up for the meal, i continued to peek at her face. it's like, wow~
it's great.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
hatred...
i wonder if i spelt the title correct. straight to the point. i hate my brother. that's freaking mindless, disgusting, proud and no life gay just pissed me off again. no. i should correct that. just pissed me off everytime he appears within my sight. there's nothing better to get pissed off in the morning, coming back home in the night and then before sleep. i yearn to have my own room but i'm just being adaptable. he's freaking self-centered and doesn't listen to constructive things. the only good thing about him is asking him to get me water and reset the router.
now here comes the weekends where he slump on the sofa and stare at the tv all the till my parents come home. he would then walk into the room and peek at my laptop screen, so openly that i feel so uncomfortable. one thing that i really dislike about this openly peeking is that he come so close, giving the impression he's commanding me. example...
ed: *youtubing on gazette's guren*
that noob: *walks into the room and bent low and stares at my screen* gazette...
ed: *ignores* *thoughts that, "can't he freaking read the title and not say it out and disturb me*
this is not that bad. the worst is this...
ed: *crunchyrolling on gundam 00 and got bored*
that noob: *walks into the room just before i wanted to close the window and bent low and stares at my screen* wah... gundam 00. you know arh... *blah blah blah*
ed: shut up, i'm not interested.
that noob: *blah blah blah*
ed: OOI! CAN YOU SHUT UP OR NOT? I'M NOT INTERESTED!
and once, i treat my family crystal jade. he got the cheek to order ice lemon tea and dunno wat do all the stun. it's me paying and everyone's drinking water, eating normal ramen. yet you insist on your little noobish ice lemon pee and freaking dragon pubic hair. i'm damn pissed with him.
just 15 mins ago. he came into the room, pulled my bag and just slammed it on the floor. the contents dropped out and he just threw all the contents back into the main compartment. one of the compartments contains the fake hair and it's his fault for that to be split. i vacuumed the floor instead. he suck like shit.
he's worst then the little parasites on the pieces of shit that is being left in the sewers, wriggling on his little hands and legs trying to hao lian. his wushu also like kana sai. ling shi bao fou jiao, 4 weeks before grading then start practicing. no consistency. worst is when people walk around the house, he will still practice in the living room. and during the very rare times i watch television, his fake weapon toys will still crack and swing in the air, once merely missing my head, brushing through my hair. you think he can do it that well? no!
now here comes the weekends where he slump on the sofa and stare at the tv all the till my parents come home. he would then walk into the room and peek at my laptop screen, so openly that i feel so uncomfortable. one thing that i really dislike about this openly peeking is that he come so close, giving the impression he's commanding me. example...
ed: *youtubing on gazette's guren*
that noob: *walks into the room and bent low and stares at my screen* gazette...
ed: *ignores* *thoughts that, "can't he freaking read the title and not say it out and disturb me*
this is not that bad. the worst is this...
ed: *crunchyrolling on gundam 00 and got bored*
that noob: *walks into the room just before i wanted to close the window and bent low and stares at my screen* wah... gundam 00. you know arh... *blah blah blah*
ed: shut up, i'm not interested.
that noob: *blah blah blah*
ed: OOI! CAN YOU SHUT UP OR NOT? I'M NOT INTERESTED!
and once, i treat my family crystal jade. he got the cheek to order ice lemon tea and dunno wat do all the stun. it's me paying and everyone's drinking water, eating normal ramen. yet you insist on your little noobish ice lemon pee and freaking dragon pubic hair. i'm damn pissed with him.
just 15 mins ago. he came into the room, pulled my bag and just slammed it on the floor. the contents dropped out and he just threw all the contents back into the main compartment. one of the compartments contains the fake hair and it's his fault for that to be split. i vacuumed the floor instead. he suck like shit.
he's worst then the little parasites on the pieces of shit that is being left in the sewers, wriggling on his little hands and legs trying to hao lian. his wushu also like kana sai. ling shi bao fou jiao, 4 weeks before grading then start practicing. no consistency. worst is when people walk around the house, he will still practice in the living room. and during the very rare times i watch television, his fake weapon toys will still crack and swing in the air, once merely missing my head, brushing through my hair. you think he can do it that well? no!
Friday, January 25, 2008
headache...
wow... i just was the big boss walk pass my department. guess what, his name is also edmund. haha. cool eh? so how big is big? he's in-charge of the whole plant. he's that big. of coz, 2 days back, there were even bigger bosses. didn't get to see them but i can guess that they are probably the stake holders of P+F, which caused the whole department to do a major cleanup, even my little burrow needs a cleanup.
my head hurts quite bad, and i'm dozing off, as usual. msned with qiang and zhiwei last night, and i couldn't get off it coz i'm kinda addicted to msn. ha. it's around 10.30pm where i pissed zhi wei off by shaking his nerves abit. haha. it's damn fun pissing ppl off, but of coz, it's not good eh. bad edmund. ha. caught cheryl online, so i teased her with the armpit hair photo. it's damn gross and she said the girl is chio. wah lao, cheryl.
after blogging in the morning, i found this...
And as usual... i got itchy fingers... so i used 30 mins of my morning on this...
my head hurts quite bad, and i'm dozing off, as usual. msned with qiang and zhiwei last night, and i couldn't get off it coz i'm kinda addicted to msn. ha. it's around 10.30pm where i pissed zhi wei off by shaking his nerves abit. haha. it's damn fun pissing ppl off, but of coz, it's not good eh. bad edmund. ha. caught cheryl online, so i teased her with the armpit hair photo. it's damn gross and she said the girl is chio. wah lao, cheryl.
after blogging in the morning, i found this...
And as usual... i got itchy fingers... so i used 30 mins of my morning on this...
Blessed are the souls with hands
Reaching out to save
Warmth surrounds their doubtful corners
Hearing what they pray
Homes of joy and of peoples
They gathered and will say
“Come along, my love, my home,
I belong always”
Chorus:
This is my family
Lives my heart, my soul, my life
All my treasures are in this place
Where my dreams were lived
This is my family
Shields me from the pain
My protection from the lost
My love is here all day
Living life against the world
May be cruel, like it may
But the family with no hope lost
Faithfully, I’ll stay
Fruitful bearing, a newfound member
Together they embrace
Comfort from the rain and sun
“I belong always”
Bridge:
The moments of ups and downs
A passing storm moved the land
Stronger bonds formed through these times
We’ll say “I belong always”
hehe... who wanna perform it? i got the melody, just havent got the arrangement. the vocals are pretty hard too, so i'm not singing it. neh neh ni poo poo...
work work work...
OMG...
i did it again...
i was changing in the morning and i told myself to pluck the book i'm reading while i travel to work on the train, kept telling myself to finish the book and not be interferred by other matters. got up, changed, rushed my brother out of the toilet, washup, pack and off i go to work.
suddenly i recalled something. something was missing. flashes of sentences flew by and i was trying to fit it into a puzzle. i planted my foot on a foreign land, which is my corridor. started pacing to the lift while still trying very hard to fit the words into a progressive puzzle.
as the upward recoil came, i was thinking of other parties that are involved. i planned my move. this is crazy, this isn't the time yet, i'm not ready. i was mad, i went bananas in the lift. my hair is not groomed or waxed, just a bed head. i hated bathing in the mornings but i loved bathing in late nights before my sleep, so i was practically floating in my dreams. my washup consists of removing my facial hair and brushing my teeth thoroughly, even though amongst all medical staff that i visit, my fav was the dentist. my brother don't brush his teeth, so his mouth is literally smelly. trash comes out which irritates me most of the time.
i leapt forward at a different altitude, pacing towards the path before my train ride. my heart is pounding hard, the vibrations are resonating through my skin. i can feel it. *thump thump thump* but it's wrong. too slow. not fast enough. am i too hasty to come into a conclusion? i tried to syncronise my breathing while skipping up the stairs. shit i missed a spot. why do i have to miss that very same spot whn i shave. it's always the same area with that few strands of hair that can be counted with my fingers. i need to get it off, it's so unsightly.
reached into my right pocket for my phone pouch, pulled it out and slapped it on the entry gates. it's a muscle memory move, it does not require me to actually think of slapping that pink blob on the reader, my arm just went ahead and my feet lead me through the gates. i'm still floating in my mind, blaming on the different parties that constitudes to this situation i'm in. i appeared calm, like a simple book cover but prepared to fool the readers with the contents. i forgot about the book, went through the sliding doors and sat on the orange melamine. still nodding, i kept the intensity. it's hilarious, yet intoxicating, losing the touch of reality while being famished for fantasy. transcending the rules, deploying my thoughts. no books. i was there exercising my mind. happy, sad. bliss, grief. it stirred in my mind.
my stop reached, i dropped all the thoughts. what a wonderful song i thought, the band will like it.
AH HA! WAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
i was changing in the morning and i told myself to pluck the book i'm reading while i travel to work on the train, kept telling myself to finish the book and not be interferred by other matters. got up, changed, rushed my brother out of the toilet, washup, pack and off i go to work.
suddenly i recalled something. something was missing. flashes of sentences flew by and i was trying to fit it into a puzzle. i planted my foot on a foreign land, which is my corridor. started pacing to the lift while still trying very hard to fit the words into a progressive puzzle.
as the upward recoil came, i was thinking of other parties that are involved. i planned my move. this is crazy, this isn't the time yet, i'm not ready. i was mad, i went bananas in the lift. my hair is not groomed or waxed, just a bed head. i hated bathing in the mornings but i loved bathing in late nights before my sleep, so i was practically floating in my dreams. my washup consists of removing my facial hair and brushing my teeth thoroughly, even though amongst all medical staff that i visit, my fav was the dentist. my brother don't brush his teeth, so his mouth is literally smelly. trash comes out which irritates me most of the time.
i leapt forward at a different altitude, pacing towards the path before my train ride. my heart is pounding hard, the vibrations are resonating through my skin. i can feel it. *thump thump thump* but it's wrong. too slow. not fast enough. am i too hasty to come into a conclusion? i tried to syncronise my breathing while skipping up the stairs. shit i missed a spot. why do i have to miss that very same spot whn i shave. it's always the same area with that few strands of hair that can be counted with my fingers. i need to get it off, it's so unsightly.
reached into my right pocket for my phone pouch, pulled it out and slapped it on the entry gates. it's a muscle memory move, it does not require me to actually think of slapping that pink blob on the reader, my arm just went ahead and my feet lead me through the gates. i'm still floating in my mind, blaming on the different parties that constitudes to this situation i'm in. i appeared calm, like a simple book cover but prepared to fool the readers with the contents. i forgot about the book, went through the sliding doors and sat on the orange melamine. still nodding, i kept the intensity. it's hilarious, yet intoxicating, losing the touch of reality while being famished for fantasy. transcending the rules, deploying my thoughts. no books. i was there exercising my mind. happy, sad. bliss, grief. it stirred in my mind.
my stop reached, i dropped all the thoughts. what a wonderful song i thought, the band will like it.
AH HA! WAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
3rd post for the day already...
i'm switching to hibernation mode soon. haha. my mind is like floating and i can't think properly right now. i'm going to skip badminton today and go home right after work. i can't keep up sleeping late and waking up super early, considering that i've got numerous commitments too, which i'm letting go one by one, slowly.
lunch was pretty ok, since it's kway tiao. i love kway tiao. i dunno why. it's just like how paul love mee tai mat. today's menu is tom yam kway teow. amri said that it's not as good as his mom's. i can guess that why just cut up some lemon grass, open a pack of instant tom yam from maggi or something and thn just dump them together in a wok. put in some prawns from their previous big occasion and walah, they sell it for 2 dollars a plate. thank God that there's a subsidy in my lunch in work, if not i'll just head out and cramp with all the other corporate slaves in the food courts and hawker centres. how much do they subsidy? you might wanna ask. ha. i paid 40 dollars for my meal credits. in addition to 40 dollars meal credits, they put in 56 dollars of meal credits, which totalled up to 96 bucks a month. so it's approx 55% subsidy. but, the food here is not food. they are just edible substances that so happen that it does not distract bowel movements while thoroughy makes you think twice whether to puke or to swallow. is it that bad? you might wanna ask also. well, imagine you eat goo. is that disgusting enough? haha. goo... it's corn starch and water. egh. i do not know what did they do to have an attempt to make it brown in colour and call it... gravy.
but of course, there are good stuff amongst the bad ones, like mushroom soup with "lao hong" garlic bread with basil. or something along the lines. yuck!
i'm like dozing off soon. 3 more hours to end of the day. lets go!
lunch was pretty ok, since it's kway tiao. i love kway tiao. i dunno why. it's just like how paul love mee tai mat. today's menu is tom yam kway teow. amri said that it's not as good as his mom's. i can guess that why just cut up some lemon grass, open a pack of instant tom yam from maggi or something and thn just dump them together in a wok. put in some prawns from their previous big occasion and walah, they sell it for 2 dollars a plate. thank God that there's a subsidy in my lunch in work, if not i'll just head out and cramp with all the other corporate slaves in the food courts and hawker centres. how much do they subsidy? you might wanna ask. ha. i paid 40 dollars for my meal credits. in addition to 40 dollars meal credits, they put in 56 dollars of meal credits, which totalled up to 96 bucks a month. so it's approx 55% subsidy. but, the food here is not food. they are just edible substances that so happen that it does not distract bowel movements while thoroughy makes you think twice whether to puke or to swallow. is it that bad? you might wanna ask also. well, imagine you eat goo. is that disgusting enough? haha. goo... it's corn starch and water. egh. i do not know what did they do to have an attempt to make it brown in colour and call it... gravy.
but of course, there are good stuff amongst the bad ones, like mushroom soup with "lao hong" garlic bread with basil. or something along the lines. yuck!
i'm like dozing off soon. 3 more hours to end of the day. lets go!
talents are not friends...
i always feel that why ppl are attracted to each other because of certain qualities. i'm sure that counts, and it is really playing a very big part in knowing and being with ppl. qualities as in out-going, slient reader, ability to do mountain climbing and loads of other stuff, personality, physical and ability qualities. but sometimes, i feel that there's a certain group of ppl that brought attraction just because they possess the 'in' qualities, i'll pay extra attention on abilities rather thn the other 2 or more which i've not brought up as it didnt come across my mind now.
a natural genius, hardwork and any kind of actions the person does to achieve that quality, i'll alter and label it under talent, for simpler reference, even though it means more to a natural thn hardwork. one thing that i'm conscious now is that, "are my friends being friendly with me just because i have something that they do not have and hope to achieve it by interacting with me while bit by bit leeching what i have, which at times, i may and may not be welling to give?" and of coz, i did this on my self, "am i making friends and being friend with them just because they have something that i do not have and hope to achieve it by interacting with them while bit by bit leeching whay they have, which at times, they may and may not be welling to give?"
well, i do have this kind of cases and i'm feeling pretty guilty. ha. i feel that i really owe thm something, or at least a friendship that is honest and true. well, my bond with them, it's pretty good and all of us did do things that are not related and stuff and i do help some of them out in return.
God give and He needs nothing in return except for our hearts. can i do that? can i give and not take back anything except for being a friend with a person. can i compromise in some way that it makes the other party happy rather thn prowling deep for a win-win situation which technically only make me happy but not the other party? am i ready to serve? am i humbling myself often? these are the questions that i've been thinking after my bubble has been popped by the infamous bubble popper. i'm kinda sad after knowing i've went so far and lost my composure and can only be viewed like a fool. i've got no resolution to do this kind of things anymore, i'll just get a gift and say goodbye. only the YAKUZAsour legacy will stay. maybe the bass lessons. hehe. don't bother to ask me about drums, i won't teach anyone unless i need you to play for me, even though i always choose my instrumentalist and build my own circle. hehe. yeah. 1 more week and the end of poly education for me, i'm going to the university. dad and mom will be very proud to see this big son going to the U.
a natural genius, hardwork and any kind of actions the person does to achieve that quality, i'll alter and label it under talent, for simpler reference, even though it means more to a natural thn hardwork. one thing that i'm conscious now is that, "are my friends being friendly with me just because i have something that they do not have and hope to achieve it by interacting with me while bit by bit leeching what i have, which at times, i may and may not be welling to give?" and of coz, i did this on my self, "am i making friends and being friend with them just because they have something that i do not have and hope to achieve it by interacting with them while bit by bit leeching whay they have, which at times, they may and may not be welling to give?"
well, i do have this kind of cases and i'm feeling pretty guilty. ha. i feel that i really owe thm something, or at least a friendship that is honest and true. well, my bond with them, it's pretty good and all of us did do things that are not related and stuff and i do help some of them out in return.
God give and He needs nothing in return except for our hearts. can i do that? can i give and not take back anything except for being a friend with a person. can i compromise in some way that it makes the other party happy rather thn prowling deep for a win-win situation which technically only make me happy but not the other party? am i ready to serve? am i humbling myself often? these are the questions that i've been thinking after my bubble has been popped by the infamous bubble popper. i'm kinda sad after knowing i've went so far and lost my composure and can only be viewed like a fool. i've got no resolution to do this kind of things anymore, i'll just get a gift and say goodbye. only the YAKUZAsour legacy will stay. maybe the bass lessons. hehe. don't bother to ask me about drums, i won't teach anyone unless i need you to play for me, even though i always choose my instrumentalist and build my own circle. hehe. yeah. 1 more week and the end of poly education for me, i'm going to the university. dad and mom will be very proud to see this big son going to the U.
100TH...
ok, to others it may just be like to mark 3 montsh or so, but to me, it's wow. blog started last year and it's still surviving. ok, it's pretty young compared to xiaxue and her entries does entertain me abit. ha. wow... 100th post. congratulations on posting so much nonsence and you have reached 100th post. for this achievement, you will be rewarded with our precious source of living... air...
ok... there isn't much of celebrating over the 100th post anyway. and i'm very tired, as usual.
the morning went pretty well, manage to sleep for 5 hours, from 1 to 6. for the pass few days, the alarm assisted in my 'crawl out of bed' routine, but well, today, i managed to wake up before the alarm rings and shut it up and go on a short snooze. i bloody woke up before 5.30am feeling very awake.
washup and changed for work, got on the train and shut my eyes...
"bou oto todoroki hanran boppatsu gaishuu bokusatsu sokkoku CHESUTO"
it struck me...
"bou oto todoroki hanran boppatsu gaishuu bokusatsu sokkoku CHESUTO"
i shall leech that feel!
Rich Excrement by The GazettE
i kept running the melody in my mind and imaging how qiangqiang and 'the one who broke my bubble' would sing, crossing vocals and rap verse. chorus? i'll do it differently. Screaming with vocal harmonising backup. you might say, "siao ginna, no point... qiang will just overpower 'the one who broke my bubble'..." you're in for a surprise thn.
so what is the new song about? PIANG! about rape. title is going to be ashtray. went on a search in ultimate guitar and only a band used this title for a song. Screeching Weasel. some punk band. ha. lets own thm! haha. see whose ashtray is better!
i bet qiang is excited. ha. very excited. hahahaha. very very excited. and kinet will wuss out. haha. he will bloody wuss out. "what the hell"...
my eyelids are getting heavier and it's only like 7.52am, that's not even 1/2 hour for the work day. shit.
ok... there isn't much of celebrating over the 100th post anyway. and i'm very tired, as usual.
the morning went pretty well, manage to sleep for 5 hours, from 1 to 6. for the pass few days, the alarm assisted in my 'crawl out of bed' routine, but well, today, i managed to wake up before the alarm rings and shut it up and go on a short snooze. i bloody woke up before 5.30am feeling very awake.
washup and changed for work, got on the train and shut my eyes...
"bou oto todoroki hanran boppatsu gaishuu bokusatsu sokkoku CHESUTO"
it struck me...
"bou oto todoroki hanran boppatsu gaishuu bokusatsu sokkoku CHESUTO"
i shall leech that feel!
Rich Excrement by The GazettE
i kept running the melody in my mind and imaging how qiangqiang and 'the one who broke my bubble' would sing, crossing vocals and rap verse. chorus? i'll do it differently. Screaming with vocal harmonising backup. you might say, "siao ginna, no point... qiang will just overpower 'the one who broke my bubble'..." you're in for a surprise thn.
so what is the new song about? PIANG! about rape. title is going to be ashtray. went on a search in ultimate guitar and only a band used this title for a song. Screeching Weasel. some punk band. ha. lets own thm! haha. see whose ashtray is better!
i bet qiang is excited. ha. very excited. hahahaha. very very excited. and kinet will wuss out. haha. he will bloody wuss out. "what the hell"...
my eyelids are getting heavier and it's only like 7.52am, that's not even 1/2 hour for the work day. shit.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
sleepy head... ah haha.
i'm very sleepy now. it's only 2pm and i've got like 3 more hours to go before the end of work. i'm really very tired and i hope i can survive through the performance.
lunch was pretty good, ate at jvc and it's a very hot and crowded place. it's crazy hot. and here i am, tired and wanna die.
i was reviewing my rehearsal, i'm not so sure about it either, since one of the person i know of likes her too. he looks better than i do and he speaks chinese. i feel very very jealous not to be able to speak chinese well with some of my friends. surprise you pips with something, i speak chinese at home with my mom, coz i cannot stand her english. ha. yeah, so damn sian, i feel very inferior, not to be able to speak chinese to her, i'm trying very hard and she still reply in english, claiming that she's trying to improve her english. sigh. i'm in a losing battle.
"WHAT!"
lunch was pretty good, ate at jvc and it's a very hot and crowded place. it's crazy hot. and here i am, tired and wanna die.
i was reviewing my rehearsal, i'm not so sure about it either, since one of the person i know of likes her too. he looks better than i do and he speaks chinese. i feel very very jealous not to be able to speak chinese well with some of my friends. surprise you pips with something, i speak chinese at home with my mom, coz i cannot stand her english. ha. yeah, so damn sian, i feel very inferior, not to be able to speak chinese to her, i'm trying very hard and she still reply in english, claiming that she's trying to improve her english. sigh. i'm in a losing battle.
"WHAT!"
hurt...
yet another emo sequel by edmund lim.
i'm hurt. hahaha...
my fingers hurt. hahahaha.
ok, that's lame.
loving the guitar for so much and having a very very bad habit of biting the callus off my fingertips cause me to pay a pretty hefty price. my left fingertips are gone. OMG! no lah. my left fingertips are pretty painful now. you know how it feels when you bite off the callus? it's like your foot walking on rusty knife edge where your skin is on the verge of splitting and you can feel the little friction on the surface shredding off your baby skin. but you can't stop, that's the thing. you're not doing anything that is very big either, not into the guiness record books for holding on to a damn string at the longest time. it's a sacrifice. you know that kind of sacrifice. the kind that stays on your for quite some time. it's like buying a tiffany & co for your girlfriend with you 1.6k a month, fresh diploma graduate pay, and thn she breaks up with you a week later, that kind of sacrifice. you can't ask for the t&co back, unless you want to throw your pride away and be a loser for your whole life. but it heals, definitely, and you start to go back to your normal life. but it stays on you. that's when you bite the callus off and thn you feel the pain again.
yesterday, i can admit that i did the most sms i have ever done in a day, and also the longest phone call with a girl (only lasted for 20 mins) at night. not much of a casual talk, all of it is like serious stuff, which is very boring. i wanna have more casual talks but maybe ppl take me as a serious person. honestly, i'm not. ask cheryl on how i convince her with the boob thing. ask qiang about how i always talk nonsence and how i direct translate his chinese lyrics while he did it to mine and we laughed. ask kinet how i discuss with him about guitars and other shit. ask jay about my randomness. ask ernest how i laugh at him while he laughs at me. ask zw how i disturb him and kill him. you see. i'm not serious person. haha. oh, and ask maxwell how both of us always talk about guitars and then after that go into something random. want more proof? my good pal yubin. ask him, i'm not a serious person. ha.
i'm going to sleep soon man. and i'm in work. so sian. i'll blog more later whn i'm bored. ha.
i'm hurt. hahaha...
my fingers hurt. hahahaha.
ok, that's lame.
loving the guitar for so much and having a very very bad habit of biting the callus off my fingertips cause me to pay a pretty hefty price. my left fingertips are gone. OMG! no lah. my left fingertips are pretty painful now. you know how it feels when you bite off the callus? it's like your foot walking on rusty knife edge where your skin is on the verge of splitting and you can feel the little friction on the surface shredding off your baby skin. but you can't stop, that's the thing. you're not doing anything that is very big either, not into the guiness record books for holding on to a damn string at the longest time. it's a sacrifice. you know that kind of sacrifice. the kind that stays on your for quite some time. it's like buying a tiffany & co for your girlfriend with you 1.6k a month, fresh diploma graduate pay, and thn she breaks up with you a week later, that kind of sacrifice. you can't ask for the t&co back, unless you want to throw your pride away and be a loser for your whole life. but it heals, definitely, and you start to go back to your normal life. but it stays on you. that's when you bite the callus off and thn you feel the pain again.
yesterday, i can admit that i did the most sms i have ever done in a day, and also the longest phone call with a girl (only lasted for 20 mins) at night. not much of a casual talk, all of it is like serious stuff, which is very boring. i wanna have more casual talks but maybe ppl take me as a serious person. honestly, i'm not. ask cheryl on how i convince her with the boob thing. ask qiang about how i always talk nonsence and how i direct translate his chinese lyrics while he did it to mine and we laughed. ask kinet how i discuss with him about guitars and other shit. ask jay about my randomness. ask ernest how i laugh at him while he laughs at me. ask zw how i disturb him and kill him. you see. i'm not serious person. haha. oh, and ask maxwell how both of us always talk about guitars and then after that go into something random. want more proof? my good pal yubin. ask him, i'm not a serious person. ha.
i'm going to sleep soon man. and i'm in work. so sian. i'll blog more later whn i'm bored. ha.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
great jam...
things are getting out of hand. everyone is screaming and everyone is going crazy. lalalala. if you make a stupid mistake in the rehearsal, you'll be scolded and shouted at by the other bandmates. that's the funny part about YAKUZAsour. all our laughters are kept in our shouts and it gives the alcoholic dose into our lifes. kinet complaining about arrangement is difficult, zhiwei can't catch the entry for his chorus, qiang's new to the bullet screaming concept that i have been thinking the past weekend, jayson still alittle out of time, cheryl's being screwed by us and we're still trying to influence her the essentials of having breasts in the world and how it makes us happy, and of coz, me screwing them up with more weird and difficult arrangements.
i'm so happy that we manage to at least achieve completion yesterday night, but without ernest, he's damn blur. haha. so next monday we have to thoroughly go through with proper mics and stuff. accompaniments need to be more flexible, yesterday's pretty rigid coz qiang's sticking to the lyrics and cheryl is still low on boobs, lack of confidence or maybe afraid that i will chew her off. bass guitar too dry, need more movements, kenit's guitar is ready. drums pretty much ready, just need to arrange alittle and the part where we have a rest with just vocals coming in. i'm still pretty lost whether to play with kinet or come up with a lead melody. they wanted a solo, so i have to plan for that too.
why has it to be only this year? if we've started last year, we'll be doing better now. but we won't have ernest. screw. nice timing God. nice timing.
i'm so happy that we manage to at least achieve completion yesterday night, but without ernest, he's damn blur. haha. so next monday we have to thoroughly go through with proper mics and stuff. accompaniments need to be more flexible, yesterday's pretty rigid coz qiang's sticking to the lyrics and cheryl is still low on boobs, lack of confidence or maybe afraid that i will chew her off. bass guitar too dry, need more movements, kenit's guitar is ready. drums pretty much ready, just need to arrange alittle and the part where we have a rest with just vocals coming in. i'm still pretty lost whether to play with kinet or come up with a lead melody. they wanted a solo, so i have to plan for that too.
why has it to be only this year? if we've started last year, we'll be doing better now. but we won't have ernest. screw. nice timing God. nice timing.
Monday, January 21, 2008
i'm in despair
ZETSUBOU DA! 絶望だ！
Definitions of despair on the Web:
- a state in which everything seems wrong and will turn out badly; "they were rescued from despair at the last minute"
- the feeling that everything is wrong and nothing will turn out well
- abandon hope; give up hope; lose heart; "Don't despair--help is on the way!"
wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn
Definitions of despair on the Web:
- a state in which everything seems wrong and will turn out badly; "they were rescued from despair at the last minute"
- the feeling that everything is wrong and nothing will turn out well
- abandon hope; give up hope; lose heart; "Don't despair--help is on the way!"
wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn
arh! tragedy!
i read something sian. i'm down. i dun wanna think about it anymore. someone's better than me. i'll quit everything that i'm related liao. numb man! lalala.
dear wrists...
i'm getting funny reactions with my hands these days. my pinky can jerk by itself and start wriggling, like parkinsons. they call it rest tremours. i couldn't stop them, and that's freaky.
once in a while, her face reappears, i was pretty agitated and i actually planned and rehearsed the scene last night in my brain before sleeping. it goes like, this is super amusing...
"hey, err... i got something to say"
most likely she will go "WHAT!"
"i like you"
that's it, i'll just stop there and stare at her. i guess she'll go, "i know..."
"yeah... sigh..."
probably have some minutes of silence.
"it's impossible rite?"
"yeah... sorry..."
then i'll feel better and just forget about her, and continue life... at least i tried. but that's just rehearsal, what about the real thing?! arh! i'm so shy.
arh, itchy ears. arh.
WAIT! something wrong! the starting will be like
"eh"
"WHAT!"
yeah... i think it's this way. sometimes it's even more amusing...
"eh"
"WHAT!"
hahaha. i'm crazy. but it's amusing. sometimes i just stare at her...
*stare at*
"WHAT!"
it's getting out of hand.
let me try to remember mandy's lyrics...
baby i'm crazy
reaching out for emptiness
holding on to fantacy
i'm missing someone out there
like that rite? i forgot. i dun remember lyrics well.
once in a while, her face reappears, i was pretty agitated and i actually planned and rehearsed the scene last night in my brain before sleeping. it goes like, this is super amusing...
"hey, err... i got something to say"
most likely she will go "WHAT!"
"i like you"
that's it, i'll just stop there and stare at her. i guess she'll go, "i know..."
"yeah... sigh..."
probably have some minutes of silence.
"it's impossible rite?"
"yeah... sorry..."
then i'll feel better and just forget about her, and continue life... at least i tried. but that's just rehearsal, what about the real thing?! arh! i'm so shy.
arh, itchy ears. arh.
WAIT! something wrong! the starting will be like
"eh
"WHAT!"
yeah... i think it's this way. sometimes it's even more amusing...
"eh"
"WHAT!"
hahaha. i'm crazy. but it's amusing. sometimes i just stare at her...
*stare at
"WHAT!"
it's getting out of hand.
let me try to remember mandy's lyrics...
baby i'm crazy
reaching out for emptiness
holding on to fantacy
i'm missing someone out there
like that rite? i forgot. i dun remember lyrics well.
finding the real me...
just read ziqin's blog, well she's self searching i guess, perhaps facing the 2 decades old dilemma. pretty interested to see someone that desperate to spot her change. i guess people do change and i do admit that i changed alot, ironically, why dun my fats shrink?
anyway, like she'll drop by my blog, i'll drop an encouragement for ppl trying to search for the real you after thinking about the past you. well, optimistically, your current you can be your real you, coz the past you will still be your past you. placing a facade on will do you good in leading back to your past, but it may not do good to the people around you, having known with your present being. the world is packed with stereotypes and i'm sure unconventional habits does paint a person black, especially the conservative mindset (chinese!). say drinking, i love to drink, but i don't drink much coz i don't like to be intoxicated. however, my very dear mama say, "so young learn how to drink liao, next time grow up... blah blah blah (.50 calibre at point blank)...". well, drinking at limited amount = bad? or say toilet hugger = bad? so the current self may not reflect a daddy's little girl or mama's little boy, but i'm sure you can find something that is very unique and attract yourself to explore. i do agree to looking back and reflect, but dun encourage yourself to be stagnant and not improve in your current state. if you're appreciating what you're doing, i'm positive that there's a circle of people you can relate to and someone to support you. just allow them to and put your trust in them. if they screw you up, adjust and change them.
sigh. report report report. i'm dying! i wonder ivy still remembers the cheesecake bet. but i'll treat both of them to a drink bah, so paiseh to let girl treat me. ha. TCC! a very nice place to hang out.
anyway, like she'll drop by my blog, i'll drop an encouragement for ppl trying to search for the real you after thinking about the past you. well, optimistically, your current you can be your real you, coz the past you will still be your past you. placing a facade on will do you good in leading back to your past, but it may not do good to the people around you, having known with your present being. the world is packed with stereotypes and i'm sure unconventional habits does paint a person black, especially the conservative mindset (chinese!). say drinking, i love to drink, but i don't drink much coz i don't like to be intoxicated. however, my very dear mama say, "so young learn how to drink liao, next time grow up... blah blah blah (.50 calibre at point blank)...". well, drinking at limited amount = bad? or say toilet hugger = bad? so the current self may not reflect a daddy's little girl or mama's little boy, but i'm sure you can find something that is very unique and attract yourself to explore. i do agree to looking back and reflect, but dun encourage yourself to be stagnant and not improve in your current state. if you're appreciating what you're doing, i'm positive that there's a circle of people you can relate to and someone to support you. just allow them to and put your trust in them. if they screw you up, adjust and change them.
sigh. report report report. i'm dying! i wonder ivy still remembers the cheesecake bet. but i'll treat both of them to a drink bah, so paiseh to let girl treat me. ha. TCC! a very nice place to hang out.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Mandy's 7s
as tagged by Mandy...
7 Random Facts About Me
- dislike being known for being a drummer, guitarist or bassist unless it's for jamming
- counts the hours of sleep i'm getting before sleeping
- black, red, white.
- finishing polytechnic
- wants to go to NUS
- may have parkinsons
- a love hate relationship with music
7 Things That Scare Me
- extremely fat girls
- cockroaches
- getting myopia
- broken bones
- rejection
- broken wrists
- becoming deaf
7 Favourite Music Artistes At The Moment
- The GazettE
- Dave Weckl
- YUI
- Mika Nakamura
- Switchfoot
- Blindside
- Mayday
7 Things I Like Most
- sleeping
- guitar
- jamming
- sushi
- laughing
- a girl
- badminton
7 Lucky People To Do This
- qiang qiang
- zhi wei
- maxwell
- fun
- kenit (go bloody start a blog for the sake of this lah!)
- jayson (REVIVE YOUR OLD BLOG!)
- ivy?
7 Random Facts About Me
- dislike being known for being a drummer, guitarist or bassist unless it's for jamming
- counts the hours of sleep i'm getting before sleeping
- black, red, white.
- finishing polytechnic
- wants to go to NUS
- may have parkinsons
- a love hate relationship with music
7 Things That Scare Me
- extremely fat girls
- cockroaches
- getting myopia
- broken bones
- rejection
- broken wrists
- becoming deaf
7 Favourite Music Artistes At The Moment
- The GazettE
- Dave Weckl
- YUI
- Mika Nakamura
- Switchfoot
- Blindside
- Mayday
7 Things I Like Most
- sleeping
- guitar
- jamming
- sushi
- laughing
- a girl
- badminton
7 Lucky People To Do This
- qiang qiang
- zhi wei
- maxwell
- fun
- kenit (go bloody start a blog for the sake of this lah!)
- jayson (REVIVE YOUR OLD BLOG!)
- ivy?
Saturday, January 19, 2008
stupid things...
adolescence and desperation drives one man to the edge of his heart. i'm in confusion and choking for air. after a nightmare and even after a nap, my heart just cried to not face the truth. it's a one sided love. i've done so much with nothing in return. i wonder how God feels? He's done so much but people who does not know Him does nothing in return. Not that He wants anything material.
i'm alittle out of place here. droopy and all. sigh. i'm sad.
i'm alittle out of place here. droopy and all. sigh. i'm sad.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"introvert... introvert..."
today is a very good day, not the best day, but it's a very good day. even though the activity sucked like usual, being around with close friends is very valuable. i love hanging out at home and lying on the bed stoning and such, but i do treasure some friends that are pretty dear, most of them are not normal normal, as in not the kind you find on the streets, nerds, maybe.
it's a good day, the band people are happy today too, did have lots of laugh but was disrupted by cucumber ziqun. still, it's fun being around with them and the topics discusses, like ben's recommendation, the zangif mario and some master hand. owning man, ultimate laughter. did chat with qiuyun alittle today, but not much, she's like so far away from me. talked to johnny too, about army stuff, now that's over, he's got nothing to worry about.
it's a good day, and everyone poops, qiu yun's favour panda poops. however, flowers dun poop. oh well...
it's a good day, the band people are happy today too, did have lots of laugh but was disrupted by cucumber ziqun. still, it's fun being around with them and the topics discusses, like ben's recommendation, the zangif mario and some master hand. owning man, ultimate laughter. did chat with qiuyun alittle today, but not much, she's like so far away from me. talked to johnny too, about army stuff, now that's over, he's got nothing to worry about.
it's a good day, and everyone poops, qiu yun's favour panda poops. however, flowers dun poop. oh well...
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
everyone poops...
dan picked up a book and showed it to marie...
"everyone poops..."
i made a little giggle over it, didn't know whether qiuyun reacted to it. it's a well spent afternoon with her at plaza sing after doing some studying in school for my webpage documentation. it was last wednesday when i walked to her and...
"when are you free next week? lets watch a movie..."
yup, some minor changes from yesterday to today but all went well. dan in real life is a really heart warming light comedy where you will see a widower and "aunt agony" columnist, dan, going through life with his 3 daughters and trying to guard them with his beliefs. well, of coz it didn't go well. when he reached his dad's place for a family holiday, he met a lady, marie, at the bookstore and fell in love with her prematurely. it happened to be his brother's, mike, new girlfriend. dan tried to fit in and marie too fell in love with him and got jealous at a point where dan went for a blind date.
ha. watch the movie. it's good.
did some shopping with qy and did alot of talking, most probably the same amount of talking with a girl in p+f for 4 months, or i can safely say 3 times of it. i somehow feel safe being with her, compared to other women, i'll get alittle off mood when i'm with the wrong company, and only a handful of women i know by face does this kind of magic. but for now, i've still yet to find someone that i can relate to of the opposite gender, but maybe i wont until i get a girlfriend or a wife, i'll still try to keep my thoughts to myself. went through one spot, yamaha and daiso, and that green fanatic went bananas over a green giant pillow, and panda tape.
"everyone poops..."
coincidentally, i met erwina. didnt see her for donkeys. she looks the same and she's kinda alone standing there waiting for her mom. great to see her, been awhile, 1+ semesters? yeah. long time.
i'm pretty happy today. thanks for the company, qiuyun. indeed finding the right company for the right movie does help. hope she likes the movie too.
"everyone poops..."
i made a little giggle over it, didn't know whether qiuyun reacted to it. it's a well spent afternoon with her at plaza sing after doing some studying in school for my webpage documentation. it was last wednesday when i walked to her and...
"when are you free next week? lets watch a movie..."
yup, some minor changes from yesterday to today but all went well. dan in real life is a really heart warming light comedy where you will see a widower and "aunt agony" columnist, dan, going through life with his 3 daughters and trying to guard them with his beliefs. well, of coz it didn't go well. when he reached his dad's place for a family holiday, he met a lady, marie, at the bookstore and fell in love with her prematurely. it happened to be his brother's, mike, new girlfriend. dan tried to fit in and marie too fell in love with him and got jealous at a point where dan went for a blind date.
ha. watch the movie. it's good.
did some shopping with qy and did alot of talking, most probably the same amount of talking with a girl in p+f for 4 months, or i can safely say 3 times of it. i somehow feel safe being with her, compared to other women, i'll get alittle off mood when i'm with the wrong company, and only a handful of women i know by face does this kind of magic. but for now, i've still yet to find someone that i can relate to of the opposite gender, but maybe i wont until i get a girlfriend or a wife, i'll still try to keep my thoughts to myself. went through one spot, yamaha and daiso, and that green fanatic went bananas over a green giant pillow, and panda tape.
"everyone poops..."
coincidentally, i met erwina. didnt see her for donkeys. she looks the same and she's kinda alone standing there waiting for her mom. great to see her, been awhile, 1+ semesters? yeah. long time.
i'm pretty happy today. thanks for the company, qiuyun. indeed finding the right company for the right movie does help. hope she likes the movie too.
Monday, January 14, 2008
eastern promises... the family is shallow...
gone for a movie with ken on saturday. eastern promises, the mafia fanatic and obsessive blood shook beneath both of our skins. yes. the russian family living within london, and one of the family is as dumb as supporting arsenal in the midst of chelsea nutcases. it went bananas.
it's a very nice movie with a good plot, even though the ending is alittle lack of screen to conclude it, but it's good. 2 different situations merging into one.
"i'm just a driver."
as what most undercover/professional mafia would say. clearing up a mess and preventing the police to identify the body. cut fingers for finger print identification, broken teeth for dental identification, all done and cleared.
"i'm just a driver."
spent sunday at home idling. i'm suppose to do my final report but i didn't. paul didn't do it too, so i think it's a good thing. i guess. haha. lots to do today then. gonna watch dan in real life tml, very excited! i'm like a small kid being excited going to the movies. haha. littlekided.
it's a very nice movie with a good plot, even though the ending is alittle lack of screen to conclude it, but it's good. 2 different situations merging into one.
"i'm just a driver."
as what most undercover/professional mafia would say. clearing up a mess and preventing the police to identify the body. cut fingers for finger print identification, broken teeth for dental identification, all done and cleared.
"i'm just a driver."
spent sunday at home idling. i'm suppose to do my final report but i didn't. paul didn't do it too, so i think it's a good thing. i guess. haha. lots to do today then. gonna watch dan in real life tml, very excited! i'm like a small kid being excited going to the movies. haha. littlekided.
Friday, January 11, 2008
EDvance
yes, EDvance. it starts off with part of my name, kinda sounds like it's my thing ya know, but it's not really related to me. ha. it's education rather thn edomondo.
didnt really work much yesterday after paul and amri manage to pull me back to school to listen a talk about education. so in the morning at approx 8am, i registered for the nus, sim and ntu talk. well, i'm not really keen of going to sim, but it's sandwiched between both nus and ntu. i'm not that keen of going to ntu either, even though statistically the graduates over at ntu yield higher pay than the nus grads.
well, the 3 of us hit school at 10.15am. took a trip down to the convention centre and here comes the id10t, haha, not really an id10t but just a odd ball, teck yang. he registered for the ntu talk about computing technology, can see that he's on 'NTU FTW!' dope, in the morning session but since he saw us, he joined us in the nus. well, the prof is pretty much prof like, in his 50s and 75% bald with a shine on his head and had very thin hair, and does protrays like he's from engineering, well i can quite confidently say that i can see which lecturer is from engineering and which is not. i'm guessing that he's from either electrical or mechanical, he don't look like someone from the chemical nor any life science engineering. i might be wrong though, but just a guess. his talk was informative, kinda shattered by resolution of going into NUS EE, looking that the choice i'm given. well, it didn't happen, not every path is smooth sailing, after showing the pool of courses i can take with my dip. only EE and CE, well, EE for me. i might be going into microE, really wanna touch on optoelectronics, but well, it's in microE, so i need to go into microE. unless i do power! but not really interested in huge and big things, i love delicate things. after that an ex-np and undergrad in nus did a pretty well scripted speech, but very stiff kinda feeling. we retreated for our lunch.
went for lunch and saw kinet. haha. saw in on wed in scc, saw in on thurs in canteen. well, he's pretty bz with jay projecting for their review next week. haha. so we've missed a performance on sunday as well, back to sunday duty, edmund. have a pretty good lunch at canteen 2 and head back to convention centre.
ntu, i must say, is much more well prepared, for the prof that is. but it's not as informative and he didnt really nail the important facts down, rather, he marketed ntu. his empasis, tuition fees and ntu grad gets higher pay. -.- xi yue's bro went on stage as the undergrad speaker for ntu, but he kinda failed. he wasn't spot on and circled around aimlessly. instead of marketing or sharing his experience in ntu, he stood for the PASSION! 'huh?', i went.
well, till now, my desire and aim is still the same, NUS EE. however, i'm still gonna honour God's decision. i'm prepared for it. well, except for not prepared for turning 20 this year. if qiu yun can do it, so can i. i'll laugh at her if she turns *0.
didnt really work much yesterday after paul and amri manage to pull me back to school to listen a talk about education. so in the morning at approx 8am, i registered for the nus, sim and ntu talk. well, i'm not really keen of going to sim, but it's sandwiched between both nus and ntu. i'm not that keen of going to ntu either, even though statistically the graduates over at ntu yield higher pay than the nus grads.
well, the 3 of us hit school at 10.15am. took a trip down to the convention centre and here comes the id10t, haha, not really an id10t but just a odd ball, teck yang. he registered for the ntu talk about computing technology, can see that he's on 'NTU FTW!' dope, in the morning session but since he saw us, he joined us in the nus. well, the prof is pretty much prof like, in his 50s and 75% bald with a shine on his head and had very thin hair, and does protrays like he's from engineering, well i can quite confidently say that i can see which lecturer is from engineering and which is not. i'm guessing that he's from either electrical or mechanical, he don't look like someone from the chemical nor any life science engineering. i might be wrong though, but just a guess. his talk was informative, kinda shattered by resolution of going into NUS EE, looking that the choice i'm given. well, it didn't happen, not every path is smooth sailing, after showing the pool of courses i can take with my dip. only EE and CE, well, EE for me. i might be going into microE, really wanna touch on optoelectronics, but well, it's in microE, so i need to go into microE. unless i do power! but not really interested in huge and big things, i love delicate things. after that an ex-np and undergrad in nus did a pretty well scripted speech, but very stiff kinda feeling. we retreated for our lunch.
went for lunch and saw kinet. haha. saw in on wed in scc, saw in on thurs in canteen. well, he's pretty bz with jay projecting for their review next week. haha. so we've missed a performance on sunday as well, back to sunday duty, edmund. have a pretty good lunch at canteen 2 and head back to convention centre.
ntu, i must say, is much more well prepared, for the prof that is. but it's not as informative and he didnt really nail the important facts down, rather, he marketed ntu. his empasis, tuition fees and ntu grad gets higher pay. -.- xi yue's bro went on stage as the undergrad speaker for ntu, but he kinda failed. he wasn't spot on and circled around aimlessly. instead of marketing or sharing his experience in ntu, he stood for the PASSION! 'huh?', i went.
well, till now, my desire and aim is still the same, NUS EE. however, i'm still gonna honour God's decision. i'm prepared for it. well, except for not prepared for turning 20 this year. if qiu yun can do it, so can i. i'll laugh at her if she turns *0.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
beck, mongolian chop squad, mcs...
been quite a while since i'm crazy over a manga title. it's pretty old title, but the storyline is really good. ok, i may have drooled over the guitars (freaking PRS CU22, Gibson SG, Gibson Les Paul, Gibson Les Paul with 7 bullet holes, Gibson ES335, Fender Stratocaster, Fender Telecaster, ESP Signature models which i dun remember well, some fubar brand called Tibson Les Paul, CF Martin D-45, Gibson Thunderbird, Ernie Ball Stingray and my fav, Gretsch White Falcon.). the storyline got juice too! about this indie band called beck, named after the band leader's stitched up dog, that all the major labels are asked to not approach them by the president of some company or something. it's pretty good, reading them going on tours and how the leader kept going around being a wuss. most of all, how an average boy learnt and play the guitar in the band and how he loved his guitar. it's bananas!
after reading so much, i thought that being in a band is tough, but hell, just play, who cares? it's time to head out, qiang qiang and i will be hitting some local gigs to rekke and see the scene out there. it's pretty stagnant and biased the last time i went to watch local band play, indie and more indie, if not it's some emo rock shit, so need to see about it now.
roar! DO MY TEST! ROAR!
after reading so much, i thought that being in a band is tough, but hell, just play, who cares? it's time to head out, qiang qiang and i will be hitting some local gigs to rekke and see the scene out there. it's pretty stagnant and biased the last time i went to watch local band play, indie and more indie, if not it's some emo rock shit, so need to see about it now.
roar! DO MY TEST! ROAR!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
drums again...
there are a few reasons why i do not wanna play drums for anything. but still, i played today. For GOD! FOR THE WIN! even though it's refreshing and have very minimal mistakes, or rather only 1, that i could think, i still dun think i'm in for drums. it's weird. and there's so many ppl wanna learn how to play the drums.
i don't like it, especially teaching someone playing drums. i do not know where i'm going. i do not know whether i'm going too fast or wat. and one thing about it is that, subconsciously, i feel that ppl are taking it very lightly, kinda like coz it's cool, that's y i learn. or, it dun need to know the notes so it must be easier to learn. similar to bass, "oh, just play the note to substitute the chord can liao, very easy." i'm disappointed. i'm disappointed especially with the sentence, "i'm selling my guitar now coz i'm going to concentrate on bass." or the other way. it's sad.
i'm lost now, i'm not too sure wat is my main instrument. my mind told me it's the guitar, but the other skills are more in demand. church needs bass. i hardly play guitar except for cell. scc need bass and guitar, i hardly play drums coz the ppl scared of me. wat the shit. and all the ppl there aren't improving except winnie. i've been observing, it's winnie that's improving dramatically. sheisser.
i don't like it, especially teaching someone playing drums. i do not know where i'm going. i do not know whether i'm going too fast or wat. and one thing about it is that, subconsciously, i feel that ppl are taking it very lightly, kinda like coz it's cool, that's y i learn. or, it dun need to know the notes so it must be easier to learn. similar to bass, "oh, just play the note to substitute the chord can liao, very easy." i'm disappointed. i'm disappointed especially with the sentence, "i'm selling my guitar now coz i'm going to concentrate on bass." or the other way. it's sad.
i'm lost now, i'm not too sure wat is my main instrument. my mind told me it's the guitar, but the other skills are more in demand. church needs bass. i hardly play guitar except for cell. scc need bass and guitar, i hardly play drums coz the ppl scared of me. wat the shit. and all the ppl there aren't improving except winnie. i've been observing, it's winnie that's improving dramatically. sheisser.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
saturday... lol...
it's saturday already. a bum day i guess. managed to treat my family to crystal jade today. eat until bth. kinda quite alot of food but actually not that alot. the beef stew and broth is still stuck on my taste buds, every burp, i'm still able to savour the taste of it. it's a pretty good meal with a pretty ok price. 60 bucks for 3 bowls of ramen, 1/2 chicken, 2 sets of 5 xiao long bao, a set of spring roll and ice lemon tea (stupid brother).
i'm thinking of writing chinese songs. i dun have the mood, or rather the knowledge to write it yet. come, save me God.
i'm thinking of writing chinese songs. i dun have the mood, or rather the knowledge to write it yet. come, save me God.
Friday, January 4, 2008
valentine's...
never talk to me about valentine's day. i guess this year's will be the same as the previous years and the years to come. it's a taboo. it's like a day where all the prices will jack up 3 times and sad people will stay home and bite their fingers. their parents will go, "boy, why no girlfriend?", which snaps an artery. all the hey hos about the new year died down, but valentine's is still ahead. freakish people that is ever obsessed with this day will start planning and asking for a date. i'm in despair. i'm broken.
no once that i asked her out happened. so i concluded that she will not want to go out. the idea of having valentine's day and globalised it as a day that love love thingy, IS WRONG! it's depressing my friend.
i was looking at threadless. their shirts are kinda cool, to me that is. hmm. i wanna order leh, anyone wanna share the shipping cost with me? we can buy together. usual prices for a shirt is 15 for guys, 17 for girls and gays. long sleeve is 25 and 27 respectively. 40 for hoodies. well. anyone?
no once that i asked her out happened. so i concluded that she will not want to go out. the idea of having valentine's day and globalised it as a day that love love thingy, IS WRONG! it's depressing my friend.
i was looking at threadless. their shirts are kinda cool, to me that is. hmm. i wanna order leh, anyone wanna share the shipping cost with me? we can buy together. usual prices for a shirt is 15 for guys, 17 for girls and gays. long sleeve is 25 and 27 respectively. 40 for hoodies. well. anyone?
Thursday, January 3, 2008
sick... happy?
i'm sick. shit. i've got work piled up and i'm sick. in office now, as usual, blogging in the morning till approx 8am before going ahead with my work.
felt better now, as in my emotions calmed down alot. i can think better now, and perhaps the 10th time telling myself to forget about her. all my attempts to ask her out for movie/shopping/walking around failed. perhaps it's just no hope masking under her usual business. i dun want it to be an obligation or reluctance. since the signal's up for, "get away from me", i guess i'll accept it. no harm done. i'll just closed this heart of mine like the usual past. i guess fairytales are just fairytales, a toad can never get a swan.
goodbye.
felt better now, as in my emotions calmed down alot. i can think better now, and perhaps the 10th time telling myself to forget about her. all my attempts to ask her out for movie/shopping/walking around failed. perhaps it's just no hope masking under her usual business. i dun want it to be an obligation or reluctance. since the signal's up for, "get away from me", i guess i'll accept it. no harm done. i'll just closed this heart of mine like the usual past. i guess fairytales are just fairytales, a toad can never get a swan.
goodbye.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
reality, i've got work to do...
i really do need someone to punch me in the gut and shout at me and just beat me up till i'm near dead. it's getting too wild to control.
i'm 20 this year, and she's 20. fact one for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
after ns, i'm 22. after university, i'm 25. i'm old by then and she'll be working already and i'm lagging behind.
i'm fat, she's gorgeous. fact two for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
where can you find a fairytale in this world? no swan wanna hold hands with a toad.
i'm boring. fact three for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
look at my schedule. work, home, play guitar, sleep. i don't like much activity.
i don't speak chinese often to outsiders. fact four for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
chinese kind of fit her and i'm not chinese chinese.
i'm a christian. fact five for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
it's against my faith.
i get jealous very very very easily. (haha, you didn't know that right? haha) fact six for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
i'll most probably hurt her because of being over protective.
sigh. God, save me. i need to move on.
i'm 20 this year, and she's 20. fact one for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
after ns, i'm 22. after university, i'm 25. i'm old by then and she'll be working already and i'm lagging behind.
i'm fat, she's gorgeous. fact two for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
where can you find a fairytale in this world? no swan wanna hold hands with a toad.
i'm boring. fact three for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
look at my schedule. work, home, play guitar, sleep. i don't like much activity.
i don't speak chinese often to outsiders. fact four for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
chinese kind of fit her and i'm not chinese chinese.
i'm a christian. fact five for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
it's against my faith.
i get jealous very very very easily. (haha, you didn't know that right? haha) fact six for no chance of chasing her.
ask why? reality time!
i'll most probably hurt her because of being over protective.
sigh. God, save me. i need to move on.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
happy new year, lads...
the best thing that could happen on new years day is to sprain my left ankle. sigh. i guess no badminton for me for approx 3 weeks and gotta walk around in my track shoes.
headed down to scc ch yesterday night for the countdown, was planning to head down to wee wee's at 10.30pm to join darren and wee wee for count down and have some drinks. well, the clubhse kinda attracted me to stay. been a long road, i guess. not all members can sustain for 3 years in the club. 100 year ones and filtered to around 20 and now it's around 10, and i'm one of the existing members. i dun loathe for not being in the committee, i guess staying as a normal member is cool. it's a difficult position to be in and is constantly being criticized for misjudgment, lousy decisions and procrastination. so in a good thought, being normal is good. i'm like an outcast now, feared in scc, but i like being spaced out from too many people, makes me clear.
the night was quite unpleasant though, but dominating the couch was pretty awesome. yup, i slept on the couch but i did a light sleeper, still using my ears and being alert of my surroundings. it's weird to hear your own snores, haha. super paiseh, i snored. ha.
got up fully at 7am, and started to stare at the scenery outside just out from the door of the clubhouse. it has never been to satisfying to grab a view of where i've been for the past 2+ years. also felt quite sad that i'm going to leave somewhere that i've really enjoyed my education for a higher level. was tough, but it's essential. qy was in a green jacket staring at birds, so i joined her, who was further down the corridor. she's in her drunk mode. heard from her that is rare, but yeah, my 2nd time seeing her being in that mode. chatted up with her about birds. unknowingly, we hit education. i knew it's not a topic that's super unappealing, and for some reason, talking to her will lead to that. i don't think she's very interested in discussing it and i'm trying to steer it away. well, it didn't happen.
went for breakfast in in mac and i diced my pancakes, resulting in becoming the last to finish it. haha. wan ting was the 2nd last. hahaha. zhi wei was complaining over why am i so slow and constantly telling me that he could give a hand on the sausage right next to my pancakes. haha, it was amusing while i kept reminding the crowd, "It's the passion.".
just got up from my long sleep after hitting home at 1. i had my dinner.
happy new year, lads.
headed down to scc ch yesterday night for the countdown, was planning to head down to wee wee's at 10.30pm to join darren and wee wee for count down and have some drinks. well, the clubhse kinda attracted me to stay. been a long road, i guess. not all members can sustain for 3 years in the club. 100 year ones and filtered to around 20 and now it's around 10, and i'm one of the existing members. i dun loathe for not being in the committee, i guess staying as a normal member is cool. it's a difficult position to be in and is constantly being criticized for misjudgment, lousy decisions and procrastination. so in a good thought, being normal is good. i'm like an outcast now, feared in scc, but i like being spaced out from too many people, makes me clear.
the night was quite unpleasant though, but dominating the couch was pretty awesome. yup, i slept on the couch but i did a light sleeper, still using my ears and being alert of my surroundings. it's weird to hear your own snores, haha. super paiseh, i snored. ha.
got up fully at 7am, and started to stare at the scenery outside just out from the door of the clubhouse. it has never been to satisfying to grab a view of where i've been for the past 2+ years. also felt quite sad that i'm going to leave somewhere that i've really enjoyed my education for a higher level. was tough, but it's essential. qy was in a green jacket staring at birds, so i joined her, who was further down the corridor. she's in her drunk mode. heard from her that is rare, but yeah, my 2nd time seeing her being in that mode. chatted up with her about birds. unknowingly, we hit education. i knew it's not a topic that's super unappealing, and for some reason, talking to her will lead to that. i don't think she's very interested in discussing it and i'm trying to steer it away. well, it didn't happen.
went for breakfast in in mac and i diced my pancakes, resulting in becoming the last to finish it. haha. wan ting was the 2nd last. hahaha. zhi wei was complaining over why am i so slow and constantly telling me that he could give a hand on the sausage right next to my pancakes. haha, it was amusing while i kept reminding the crowd, "It's the passion.".
just got up from my long sleep after hitting home at 1. i had my dinner.
happy new year, lads.
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