Alahai...what's up with everyone? I know exams are approaching faster than an express train, but is that why you guys have to look so moody? OK, fine, I guess I'm kinda moody myself. Because of "something" I did, I am now forced to wake up at 5:50am instead of the usual 6:30am. That's a big difference. I am not a morning person. Thank God this semester will end soon. That's one of the plus points of my 'heck care' attitude. I 'heck care' my current problems and try to enjoy myself whenever I can. When I have to study, I study, but otherwise I just, what's the term, slack. It's not popular with my parents, but it keeps me sane.
Here's wishing the Undertaker good luck in winning the WWE Championship Belt this Sunday at No Mercy.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Friday, September 24, 2004
Who cares about a freaking title?
Sasha says in her blog that people who wear red are confident people. I wear red a lot of times. I have more red shirts than any other shirts. Even got red shoes. So does that make me confident? Who knows, but I do feel it, the confidence flowing through me. Knowing my life, it will go away just as the exam comes steaming towards me, around the same time as Ramadan pulak tu. So better make the most of this.
I just had another dream. I was a Singapore Idol contestant and by golly, I was the most popular. And I acted like I've never acted before. Ah well, assuming there's another season coming, I've got until the next auditions to change my whole self. The way I dress, more importantly the way I present myself, most importantly the way my singing voice sounds. I just realized my normal speech stuttering problems go away when I sing. Now all I have to do is make sure I don't make a big fool of myself. And not sing a Backstreet Boys song. What the hell was I thinking?
Wherefore art thou, Half-Life 2?
I just had another dream. I was a Singapore Idol contestant and by golly, I was the most popular. And I acted like I've never acted before. Ah well, assuming there's another season coming, I've got until the next auditions to change my whole self. The way I dress, more importantly the way I present myself, most importantly the way my singing voice sounds. I just realized my normal speech stuttering problems go away when I sing. Now all I have to do is make sure I don't make a big fool of myself. And not sing a Backstreet Boys song. What the hell was I thinking?
Wherefore art thou, Half-Life 2?
Monday, September 20, 2004
Change is in the air
How many times in my life have I swore that I would change myself? Hmmm, twice the number of Elizabeth Taylor's ex-husbands I think.
I had a talk with good ole Dad. I can say what I want about him, but I can't deny he's always there for me when I need him, whether I realize it or not. Among other things, he told me something I've known for a long time: Change Thyself. I can't remain the shy, weird, irritable guy I am. I know I'm good with people, I just need to learn how to break the ice myself. I have to be as outgoing as my dad. Without being him. Which is impossible, but I'm gonna try anyway.
This post will close with the lyrics of what I think is the greatest dance song ever: Paul Van Dyk's Time Of Our Lives. I can imagine this song being played at my graduation ceremony.
There's a time for us to let go
There's a time for holding on
A time to speak, a time to listen
There's a time for us to go
There's a time for living low down
There's a time for getting high
A time for peace, a time for fire
A time to live, a time to die
A time to scream, a time for silence
A time to scream, a time for silence
A time for truth against the lies
A time for fate, a time for science
There's a time for us to shine
There is a time for mis-believing
There's a time to understand
A time for hurt, a time for healing
A time you run, to make a stand
Oh, this is the time of our lives (x 4)
Hold on
I had a talk with good ole Dad. I can say what I want about him, but I can't deny he's always there for me when I need him, whether I realize it or not. Among other things, he told me something I've known for a long time: Change Thyself. I can't remain the shy, weird, irritable guy I am. I know I'm good with people, I just need to learn how to break the ice myself. I have to be as outgoing as my dad. Without being him. Which is impossible, but I'm gonna try anyway.
This post will close with the lyrics of what I think is the greatest dance song ever: Paul Van Dyk's Time Of Our Lives. I can imagine this song being played at my graduation ceremony.
There's a time for us to let go
There's a time for holding on
A time to speak, a time to listen
There's a time for us to go
There's a time for living low down
There's a time for getting high
A time for peace, a time for fire
A time to live, a time to die
A time to scream, a time for silence
A time to scream, a time for silence
A time for truth against the lies
A time for fate, a time for science
There's a time for us to shine
There is a time for mis-believing
There's a time to understand
A time for hurt, a time for healing
A time you run, to make a stand
Oh, this is the time of our lives (x 4)
Hold on
Thursday, September 16, 2004
You know, I once considered jumping on the MRT tracks.
Personal history time: June Holidays 2002. BBQ with students from YISS 4E3 & 4E5. Germany Vs Saudi Arabia was playing on TV. I was sitting on one spot eating my plate of rice. Faryn sat next to me. At this time, she was just someone I saw at school occasionally. She was crying. I asked her why. She said, "I don't know, I just feel like crying."
That's how I feel now. I'm crying and I'm not sure why. Of course, everything has a reason, and I guess my reason is that I'm being bogged down by all my problems and I'm carrying it all alone. It's at that point when I just don't care about anything anymore.
Problems:
Poly Life - It's tough, tougher than I imagined. Work here, projects there, chaos everywhere. But I get by fine.
Family Life - I am honest-to-god trying to be nicer to my sister. But we are two completely different people and it's hard. But I suppose I should be thankful that there is someone in my house I could talk to for help, even if I don't ask for help that often. There is my father, and I suppose I could talk to him, but frankly, he's still a little timidating. And Mom, she's a nice lady, but I just don't like having a personal talk with her.
Social Life - And here we have my #1 problem. My dad is right, I live too much in my own world. While I go and make myself happy, I ignored all those good kind people who wanted, who actually wanted to make friends with me. And in my own naive way, I pushed them away. By God, a Sec 4 girl once approached me and offered to be my friend because she felt sorry for me always eating my Mee Soto alone. This was in Sec 2. Now, for some reason, I just can't click with my classmates. Sometimes I just feel like they're ignoring me. That's my fault too, I should have gone out of my way to interact with them instead of sitting by myself. And for some godforsaken reason, I find myself wanting to have more female friends than male friends. Not because I want to have a steady girlfriend, but because...you know what, I don't know, I just don't know. I know I have a core group of friends. The friends I made in Sporst Camp. The Floorball team. Faryn, Ernie, Millie, Monica among others. But all of them have other groups of friends. In the end, I'm left alone, eating my Mee Soto.
Man, do I sound whiny or what? Anyway, my little rant has done its job. I feel a little better now. And a little hollow. And a little lonely. There's this wrestler. His gimmick is that of a person who doesn't care about anything at all, even himself. All his previous problems have left a cold soulless man who feels useless. What use does he have in this world? Go out to the ring, hurt someone, leave and continues living an empty life, alone. I do not want that life.
And please, guys, if you want to lecture me, like say "Do something, go out there and make friends", don't. I didn't write this to get lectures. I did it to lighten my heavy emotional load.
I'm happy about one thing though: My sister just asked me what's wrong. She did it like in typical Ili style, meaning she did it half-sarcastically, but she did it. She rarely does that. And one more thing: Sometimes I do wish I'm not her brother. Not because I hate her, but because I keep thinking I've failed in my duties as her big brother, and she deserves someone better.
Personal history time: June Holidays 2002. BBQ with students from YISS 4E3 & 4E5. Germany Vs Saudi Arabia was playing on TV. I was sitting on one spot eating my plate of rice. Faryn sat next to me. At this time, she was just someone I saw at school occasionally. She was crying. I asked her why. She said, "I don't know, I just feel like crying."
That's how I feel now. I'm crying and I'm not sure why. Of course, everything has a reason, and I guess my reason is that I'm being bogged down by all my problems and I'm carrying it all alone. It's at that point when I just don't care about anything anymore.
Problems:
Poly Life - It's tough, tougher than I imagined. Work here, projects there, chaos everywhere. But I get by fine.
Family Life - I am honest-to-god trying to be nicer to my sister. But we are two completely different people and it's hard. But I suppose I should be thankful that there is someone in my house I could talk to for help, even if I don't ask for help that often. There is my father, and I suppose I could talk to him, but frankly, he's still a little timidating. And Mom, she's a nice lady, but I just don't like having a personal talk with her.
Social Life - And here we have my #1 problem. My dad is right, I live too much in my own world. While I go and make myself happy, I ignored all those good kind people who wanted, who actually wanted to make friends with me. And in my own naive way, I pushed them away. By God, a Sec 4 girl once approached me and offered to be my friend because she felt sorry for me always eating my Mee Soto alone. This was in Sec 2. Now, for some reason, I just can't click with my classmates. Sometimes I just feel like they're ignoring me. That's my fault too, I should have gone out of my way to interact with them instead of sitting by myself. And for some godforsaken reason, I find myself wanting to have more female friends than male friends. Not because I want to have a steady girlfriend, but because...you know what, I don't know, I just don't know. I know I have a core group of friends. The friends I made in Sporst Camp. The Floorball team. Faryn, Ernie, Millie, Monica among others. But all of them have other groups of friends. In the end, I'm left alone, eating my Mee Soto.
Man, do I sound whiny or what? Anyway, my little rant has done its job. I feel a little better now. And a little hollow. And a little lonely. There's this wrestler. His gimmick is that of a person who doesn't care about anything at all, even himself. All his previous problems have left a cold soulless man who feels useless. What use does he have in this world? Go out to the ring, hurt someone, leave and continues living an empty life, alone. I do not want that life.
And please, guys, if you want to lecture me, like say "Do something, go out there and make friends", don't. I didn't write this to get lectures. I did it to lighten my heavy emotional load.
I'm happy about one thing though: My sister just asked me what's wrong. She did it like in typical Ili style, meaning she did it half-sarcastically, but she did it. She rarely does that. And one more thing: Sometimes I do wish I'm not her brother. Not because I hate her, but because I keep thinking I've failed in my duties as her big brother, and she deserves someone better.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
A truly historic post...
Yes, my friends, this truly is a historic post. This is the first time I'm posting a post...from a class, something I've never done before.
What? You don't think this is historic? Eh, up to you.
See, when I first started this blog, not only is it because I wanted to hop in the Blogger Bandwagon, but because I wanted to comment on all that is current in our world. Then I realized all that is current in our world is currently BORING. Suicide bombing here, reality show there. Same old, same old. Yawn. Besides, Shanaz does that job brilliantly enough. (BTW, no, I am not in favour of women in NS, not because they can't handle it. Au Contraire, it's because they CAN handle it, and handle it so well they will kick the men's butts from Pulau Tekong to Pulau Ubin. And if there's one thing some men can't handle, it's being beat by a girl.) When it comes to writing non-fiction stuff, I can't compete with her. Fiction, however...but I digress. Now I use this blog (which I have dubbed Sm4113r's Domain after my Matrix Forum ID) to post, to paraphrase a blurb from Bridget Jones' Diary, the "Random Ramblings of a Pissed 18-year-old". Which leads me to today's Random Ramble.
I WANT MY EGGS!!! I NEED MY EGGS!!! I CAN BARELY TAKE IT WITHOUT MY EGG & MAYONNAISE SANDWICH FOR BREAKFAST!!! DAMN THOSE FOOLS AT THE AVA!!! DAMN THEM ALL!!!
Thus concludes today's post. Thank you for bothering to read it from top to bottom.
What? You don't think this is historic? Eh, up to you.
See, when I first started this blog, not only is it because I wanted to hop in the Blogger Bandwagon, but because I wanted to comment on all that is current in our world. Then I realized all that is current in our world is currently BORING. Suicide bombing here, reality show there. Same old, same old. Yawn. Besides, Shanaz does that job brilliantly enough. (BTW, no, I am not in favour of women in NS, not because they can't handle it. Au Contraire, it's because they CAN handle it, and handle it so well they will kick the men's butts from Pulau Tekong to Pulau Ubin. And if there's one thing some men can't handle, it's being beat by a girl.) When it comes to writing non-fiction stuff, I can't compete with her. Fiction, however...but I digress. Now I use this blog (which I have dubbed Sm4113r's Domain after my Matrix Forum ID) to post, to paraphrase a blurb from Bridget Jones' Diary, the "Random Ramblings of a Pissed 18-year-old". Which leads me to today's Random Ramble.
I WANT MY EGGS!!! I NEED MY EGGS!!! I CAN BARELY TAKE IT WITHOUT MY EGG & MAYONNAISE SANDWICH FOR BREAKFAST!!! DAMN THOSE FOOLS AT THE AVA!!! DAMN THEM ALL!!!
Thus concludes today's post. Thank you for bothering to read it from top to bottom.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
In memoriam
http://home.mchsi.com/~gcfl/attack.swf
This Flash was made by a New Yorker to remember the terrorist attacks exactly 3 years to this day.
I remember that day. My mom had asked me to turn off my radio to study. This was around 8:40pm, 8:40am New York time. If I had left it on for just 10 more minutes, I would have heard Jamie Yeo break the news that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center towers in New York. While the 4 planes that were hijacked crashed along with a few hundred innocent lives and the terrorists that held them hostage, I just sat there studying, blissfully unaware. Around 10, I stooped because I wanted to watch WWF SummerSlam. My sister came in my room, with a weird look on her face. I didn't ask why, I was so focused on waiting for SummerSlam to start. I turned on my radio for awhile. The music was sombre, Jamie was speaking in a mournful tone. Then I realized something was wrong. But then SummerSlam started and I turned off the radio before I learned why.
The theme song to SummerSlam was playing. I remembered thinking, "Hey! Catchy!" And then finally, tracking at the bottom of my screen, I finally realised why my sister looked weird, why Jamie sounded so sad. "The second tower of the World Trade Center has collapsed." That's what it said. I immediately switched to Channel NewsAsia. I think you can guess what I saw. And keep in mind that the TV I was watching was in black & white, so that made everything darker, more vivid. In the end, I forgot about WWF, that seemed inconsequential compared to this. An attack on humanity.
I don't care about what happened after. The distrust of some people against Islam, the wars, the economy. All I cared about was the people that died. The brave people that dared to stand up to the terrorists in one of the planes and thereby saving possibly the White House itself, at the expense of their lives. The people who jumped out of the towers to end it all, why delay the inevitable? I admit, all this made me look at my faith more carefully. But after all this, I was shocked, I was afraid, I was angry, but I was NOT surprised. With so many people hating America so much, something like this had to happen eventually. All the more unfortunate that it did happen.
To all the people affected in one way or the other by the 9/11 attacks, in other words, to every resident of our planet Earth, remember the fallen.
This Flash was made by a New Yorker to remember the terrorist attacks exactly 3 years to this day.
I remember that day. My mom had asked me to turn off my radio to study. This was around 8:40pm, 8:40am New York time. If I had left it on for just 10 more minutes, I would have heard Jamie Yeo break the news that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center towers in New York. While the 4 planes that were hijacked crashed along with a few hundred innocent lives and the terrorists that held them hostage, I just sat there studying, blissfully unaware. Around 10, I stooped because I wanted to watch WWF SummerSlam. My sister came in my room, with a weird look on her face. I didn't ask why, I was so focused on waiting for SummerSlam to start. I turned on my radio for awhile. The music was sombre, Jamie was speaking in a mournful tone. Then I realized something was wrong. But then SummerSlam started and I turned off the radio before I learned why.
The theme song to SummerSlam was playing. I remembered thinking, "Hey! Catchy!" And then finally, tracking at the bottom of my screen, I finally realised why my sister looked weird, why Jamie sounded so sad. "The second tower of the World Trade Center has collapsed." That's what it said. I immediately switched to Channel NewsAsia. I think you can guess what I saw. And keep in mind that the TV I was watching was in black & white, so that made everything darker, more vivid. In the end, I forgot about WWF, that seemed inconsequential compared to this. An attack on humanity.
I don't care about what happened after. The distrust of some people against Islam, the wars, the economy. All I cared about was the people that died. The brave people that dared to stand up to the terrorists in one of the planes and thereby saving possibly the White House itself, at the expense of their lives. The people who jumped out of the towers to end it all, why delay the inevitable? I admit, all this made me look at my faith more carefully. But after all this, I was shocked, I was afraid, I was angry, but I was NOT surprised. With so many people hating America so much, something like this had to happen eventually. All the more unfortunate that it did happen.
To all the people affected in one way or the other by the 9/11 attacks, in other words, to every resident of our planet Earth, remember the fallen.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Monday, September 06, 2004
An Open Message to any Non-Wrestling Fan Out There
This is a column from Da J-Train from LordsOfPain.net, a wrestling fan site. I am in complete agreement with everything said here.
"Hi, I’m Da J-Train, and I’ve been a wrestling fan since I’ve been really young. Deal With It! I have just been getting sick and tired of these non wrestling fans out there bitching and snickering about professional wrestling and how terrible it is. We all have our likes and dislikes, and it’s a little presumptuous of non wrestling fans to impose on something we like just because they don’t like it.
I am a person who believes that something that brings joy to you can’t bring you that much harm… well, short of Doritos. This is the way I have viewed wrestling in the course of my viewing time throughout my life. I like wrestling, and if you don’t big fucking deal. Do you want a cookie? I don’t know, I suppose I am sick of these condescending people who I seem to constantly come in contact with when I am watching wrestling and they snicker or make stupid comments about how dumb wrestling is for a variety of reasons. You see, I don’t get this at all. I mean, most wrestling fans have been watching for a long time, and a good deal of them have been watching since childhood like I have. Do you really think YOUR opinion is going to make a difference in that? If not, shut up.
All of the complaints are usually all the same, at least with the people I have encountered. They all say the same things, but in a different variety. After all, is there really all that much that you can complain about a subject that you know nothing about? These are the complaints I usually hear…
Ugh, This Stuff Is SO Fake OR You Know This Stuff Is Fake, Right?: No! Really? Wow! Since when? Yeah, we all know wrestling a fake, get over it. Unless you are a deaf and dumb pig, you know that wrestling is fake. Guess what? I like it ANYWAY. So they know the outcome before it happens, big deal. There’s more to a wrestling match than the outcome. We, as wrestling fans, when he decided to like wrestling despite knowing it’s fake, all unconsciously decided to suspend logic when it came to wrestling. Logically, realism says that many of these moves could incapacitate a person for a while, or at least give these wrestlers some sort of abrasion. However, they don’t, and we’ve decided to look past realism because it’s fun to pretend!
I Don’t Watch Wrestling Anymore… it was SOOO Much Better In *Insert Period of Time*: So wrestling was better before? So what? So many things were better in the past than now. Rock music was better back in the 60’s and 70’s and early 90’s, but I still listen. Film hasn’t had a truly great year since 1994, but I still go to the movies. Every entertainment medium has their low points, why should wrestling be any different? Sure, the WWF was better a long time ago and in the mid to late 90’s, I’m still gonna watch anyway. Why? Because that’s what a fan does. Fans don’t ditch something just because it’s a sinking ship, and then bash it years later. So shut up, seriously, because chances are that something you follow closely has been better in the past.
Oh who cares… they’re just on steroids anyway: Oh, I see, so you are gonna judge all of professional wrestling based on a single scandal? That’s great logic, asshole. By that logic, all professional basketball players have been accused of sexual assault right? A boxer was just accused of raping a woman in Nicaragua, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna judge all of boxing for that scandal for the rest of time. Really, people have to get over the whole steroids in wrestling thing and start getting tougher on the whole steroids in baseball thing… at LEAST that’s contemporary. Almost every aspect of our culture has had scandal attached to it. If people really wanted to stop doing something because of that thing’s association with scandals, they would have to stop buying corporate made products, they would have to stop voting because of past White House scandals, there would be no more worship of Roman Catholicism, and most of the professional, collegiate, and Olympic sports would be null and void. So shut up about wrestling and steroids.
What’s the point of watching? It’s SO predictable, you know who’s gonna win: How? How do YOU know who’s going to win? There are a select few who knows who is gonna win, and chances are YOU aren’t one of them. The best part about this is that most of the time that these people say this, the person that they said was gonna win ends up losing! The last time this happened to me was the HHH vs. Shelton Benjamin match and the guy who said it felt like an ass afterwards. To be honest, most of the time, you know who is gonna win, but there are many times that the WWE creates an illusion of spontaneity and throws in a monkey bone.
I guess I take all this stuff too personally, but after I have watched wrestling as long as I have, and am in an atmosphere where no one else watches, it gets a little to me when you hear the same stuff over and over again. I can hardly stand it when wrestling fans are extremely negative about wrestling… but non wrestling fans have no excuse or basis for what they are saying. They usually give really general reasons for their criticism which could get turned around to apply to anything.
So this I say to any non wrestling fans who may be reading… although I fully understand that I am writing this on a wrestling website, therefore little to no non wrestling fans will be reading… but I am saying it anyway… Shut the fuck up. Stop judging wrestling and its fans based on nothing! Allow us to watch what we enjoy. Chances are, we’ll always return the favor… and if we don’t, beat us with a stick."
"Hi, I’m Da J-Train, and I’ve been a wrestling fan since I’ve been really young. Deal With It! I have just been getting sick and tired of these non wrestling fans out there bitching and snickering about professional wrestling and how terrible it is. We all have our likes and dislikes, and it’s a little presumptuous of non wrestling fans to impose on something we like just because they don’t like it.
I am a person who believes that something that brings joy to you can’t bring you that much harm… well, short of Doritos. This is the way I have viewed wrestling in the course of my viewing time throughout my life. I like wrestling, and if you don’t big fucking deal. Do you want a cookie? I don’t know, I suppose I am sick of these condescending people who I seem to constantly come in contact with when I am watching wrestling and they snicker or make stupid comments about how dumb wrestling is for a variety of reasons. You see, I don’t get this at all. I mean, most wrestling fans have been watching for a long time, and a good deal of them have been watching since childhood like I have. Do you really think YOUR opinion is going to make a difference in that? If not, shut up.
All of the complaints are usually all the same, at least with the people I have encountered. They all say the same things, but in a different variety. After all, is there really all that much that you can complain about a subject that you know nothing about? These are the complaints I usually hear…
Ugh, This Stuff Is SO Fake OR You Know This Stuff Is Fake, Right?: No! Really? Wow! Since when? Yeah, we all know wrestling a fake, get over it. Unless you are a deaf and dumb pig, you know that wrestling is fake. Guess what? I like it ANYWAY. So they know the outcome before it happens, big deal. There’s more to a wrestling match than the outcome. We, as wrestling fans, when he decided to like wrestling despite knowing it’s fake, all unconsciously decided to suspend logic when it came to wrestling. Logically, realism says that many of these moves could incapacitate a person for a while, or at least give these wrestlers some sort of abrasion. However, they don’t, and we’ve decided to look past realism because it’s fun to pretend!
I Don’t Watch Wrestling Anymore… it was SOOO Much Better In *Insert Period of Time*: So wrestling was better before? So what? So many things were better in the past than now. Rock music was better back in the 60’s and 70’s and early 90’s, but I still listen. Film hasn’t had a truly great year since 1994, but I still go to the movies. Every entertainment medium has their low points, why should wrestling be any different? Sure, the WWF was better a long time ago and in the mid to late 90’s, I’m still gonna watch anyway. Why? Because that’s what a fan does. Fans don’t ditch something just because it’s a sinking ship, and then bash it years later. So shut up, seriously, because chances are that something you follow closely has been better in the past.
Oh who cares… they’re just on steroids anyway: Oh, I see, so you are gonna judge all of professional wrestling based on a single scandal? That’s great logic, asshole. By that logic, all professional basketball players have been accused of sexual assault right? A boxer was just accused of raping a woman in Nicaragua, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna judge all of boxing for that scandal for the rest of time. Really, people have to get over the whole steroids in wrestling thing and start getting tougher on the whole steroids in baseball thing… at LEAST that’s contemporary. Almost every aspect of our culture has had scandal attached to it. If people really wanted to stop doing something because of that thing’s association with scandals, they would have to stop buying corporate made products, they would have to stop voting because of past White House scandals, there would be no more worship of Roman Catholicism, and most of the professional, collegiate, and Olympic sports would be null and void. So shut up about wrestling and steroids.
What’s the point of watching? It’s SO predictable, you know who’s gonna win: How? How do YOU know who’s going to win? There are a select few who knows who is gonna win, and chances are YOU aren’t one of them. The best part about this is that most of the time that these people say this, the person that they said was gonna win ends up losing! The last time this happened to me was the HHH vs. Shelton Benjamin match and the guy who said it felt like an ass afterwards. To be honest, most of the time, you know who is gonna win, but there are many times that the WWE creates an illusion of spontaneity and throws in a monkey bone.
I guess I take all this stuff too personally, but after I have watched wrestling as long as I have, and am in an atmosphere where no one else watches, it gets a little to me when you hear the same stuff over and over again. I can hardly stand it when wrestling fans are extremely negative about wrestling… but non wrestling fans have no excuse or basis for what they are saying. They usually give really general reasons for their criticism which could get turned around to apply to anything.
So this I say to any non wrestling fans who may be reading… although I fully understand that I am writing this on a wrestling website, therefore little to no non wrestling fans will be reading… but I am saying it anyway… Shut the fuck up. Stop judging wrestling and its fans based on nothing! Allow us to watch what we enjoy. Chances are, we’ll always return the favor… and if we don’t, beat us with a stick."
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Huh...
Will you look at that? Adding the Haloscan comments and trackbacks was easier than I thought.
3 posts in a day. And you all say I don't update this blog enough.
3 posts in a day. And you all say I don't update this blog enough.
A blog about Seinfeld
That means a blog about nothin' in particular.
So, adik, you promise to kill me physically and emotionally, hmmm? How ya gonna do that? Whatchu' gonna doooo, brother, eh salah, sister? Trust me, I've been hurt too many times physically and emotionally, you're going to have to come up with something special.
So, an outing to Sentosa tommorow. I don't mind the fact that I'm going with family because hey, it's been a while since both a family outing AND a trip to Sentosa for me. I think the last time was with my camp buddies. In fact, that was exactly a year ago. Ahh, the old camp camraderie. The Eclipz spirit. It's only a flickering flame now, compared to the forest fire a year ago, but it'll always keep burning, I hope. Anyway, I digress. Ah yes, Sentosa. I love that place, especially in the mid 90s when it was packed. Now it's almost back to its old Pulau Blakang Mati days. Actually, I'm worried. With Sentosa Cove and a possible casino coming, Sentosa may turn from a "fun for the whole family" island to a "fun for all rich yuppie scums" island.
A girlfriend is something I know I won't have for quite a while yet, but I'm already thinking of what to do when I finally go on a date. What do I do? What do I say? Where do I go? Will my parents give me enough money? Fast food restaurants are a no-no. One place that I keep thinking of is the area around the Esplanade. Walking around the Esplanade and Merlion, eating at the new Satay Club (delicious Mee Goreng there). Damn those who closed down Centro. And after all that, spend a night at the Fullerton Hotel...okay, I'm thinking too far ahead, better stop now.
So why are actors playing autistic people become so popular? We have of course Zamberi A Patah, a nobody before becoming Cik Leh. He became almost a superstar overnight. And we're not the only guilty ones. Over in the States, another handicapped character on TV is getting way more popular than anyone imagined. In fact, no one thought he could be popular, especially not in the World Wrestling Entertainment. Eugene, played by Nick Dinsmore, is exactly like Cik Leh, except that Eugene is also a wrestler. A damn good wrestler. He appeared on WWE TV, and became popular almost overnight. The internet people who were certain a handicapped person can't be over in WWE were shocked. I wasn't. I've seen it happen in Jeritan Sepi in Suria. It's happening again on WWE RAW. And the writers on the show are doing a commendable job with Eugene, handling the character with care, with lots of comedy, yes, but not until it crossed the offensive line. Eugene is a bright spot in an otherwise dull 2004 season for the WWE. Also a shout out to Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero, Kurt Angle and John Cena. Word Life.
So, adik, you promise to kill me physically and emotionally, hmmm? How ya gonna do that? Whatchu' gonna doooo, brother, eh salah, sister? Trust me, I've been hurt too many times physically and emotionally, you're going to have to come up with something special.
So, an outing to Sentosa tommorow. I don't mind the fact that I'm going with family because hey, it's been a while since both a family outing AND a trip to Sentosa for me. I think the last time was with my camp buddies. In fact, that was exactly a year ago. Ahh, the old camp camraderie. The Eclipz spirit. It's only a flickering flame now, compared to the forest fire a year ago, but it'll always keep burning, I hope. Anyway, I digress. Ah yes, Sentosa. I love that place, especially in the mid 90s when it was packed. Now it's almost back to its old Pulau Blakang Mati days. Actually, I'm worried. With Sentosa Cove and a possible casino coming, Sentosa may turn from a "fun for the whole family" island to a "fun for all rich yuppie scums" island.
A girlfriend is something I know I won't have for quite a while yet, but I'm already thinking of what to do when I finally go on a date. What do I do? What do I say? Where do I go? Will my parents give me enough money? Fast food restaurants are a no-no. One place that I keep thinking of is the area around the Esplanade. Walking around the Esplanade and Merlion, eating at the new Satay Club (delicious Mee Goreng there). Damn those who closed down Centro. And after all that, spend a night at the Fullerton Hotel...okay, I'm thinking too far ahead, better stop now.
So why are actors playing autistic people become so popular? We have of course Zamberi A Patah, a nobody before becoming Cik Leh. He became almost a superstar overnight. And we're not the only guilty ones. Over in the States, another handicapped character on TV is getting way more popular than anyone imagined. In fact, no one thought he could be popular, especially not in the World Wrestling Entertainment. Eugene, played by Nick Dinsmore, is exactly like Cik Leh, except that Eugene is also a wrestler. A damn good wrestler. He appeared on WWE TV, and became popular almost overnight. The internet people who were certain a handicapped person can't be over in WWE were shocked. I wasn't. I've seen it happen in Jeritan Sepi in Suria. It's happening again on WWE RAW. And the writers on the show are doing a commendable job with Eugene, handling the character with care, with lots of comedy, yes, but not until it crossed the offensive line. Eugene is a bright spot in an otherwise dull 2004 season for the WWE. Also a shout out to Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero, Kurt Angle and John Cena. Word Life.
Friday, September 03, 2004
"Is this fact? Or have we taken you on a ride?"
Johnathan Frakes rulez! Anyway, on with this post.
Fact: My life is complicated
Fact: But not as complicated as girls
Fact: Arsenal rawks!
Fact: Man U is sh!t
Fact: Soccer is good, floorball is better, pro wrestling is best
Fact: I will win an Emmy award one day.
Fact: Java is Hell
Fact: My dad is kinda like the Singapore Government. Whatever independence I have is strictly limited.
Fact: Outings with my friends (not including BBQs) in my entire life: 4 (Not an exxageration)
Fact: That's either because they've never invited me or I've never asked them.
Fact: If I'm not careful, my life as a NP student may prematurely end.
Fact: 1998/2002 are tied for the Best Year of My Life. 1995 is the Worst.
Fact: Life is just one big soap opera.
Fact: My parents ask me to mix around with people. But only in school. Ratio of times they've allowed me to go to a BBQ vs times they didn't - 1:3
Fact: Before I started my first year in poly, I asked my dad if I could go to a beach party my orientation camp friends have set up. He said no, because he wanted me to concentrate on getting ready for poly life. "You can't have too much fun. School is about to start." Though I didn't argue, I though that he mentioned exactly why I wanted to go. School was about to start. Why not have MORE fun before finally starting school?
Fact: One more thing about my parents, and then I'll stop - every single time I do manage to get out of the house, my parents always, and I mean ALWAYS make me feel guilty about it. They do it subtly. Giving me a look that says "You better come home quick!". One day, they may give me a "Have fun, dear!" look. But I'm not holding my breathe.
Fact: Squirrels are funny
Fact: I have way too much time on my hands right now.
Fact: Any enthusiasm I feel about my studies instantly evaporates when I sit on my butt and actually study.
Fact: It is possible to get by with an $80-a-month allowance. That is if your parents control you like mine does. Oh wait, I'm supposed to stop talking about my parents.
Final Fact: I hate being a blurtoad.
Fact: My life is complicated
Fact: But not as complicated as girls
Fact: Arsenal rawks!
Fact: Man U is sh!t
Fact: Soccer is good, floorball is better, pro wrestling is best
Fact: I will win an Emmy award one day.
Fact: Java is Hell
Fact: My dad is kinda like the Singapore Government. Whatever independence I have is strictly limited.
Fact: Outings with my friends (not including BBQs) in my entire life: 4 (Not an exxageration)
Fact: That's either because they've never invited me or I've never asked them.
Fact: If I'm not careful, my life as a NP student may prematurely end.
Fact: 1998/2002 are tied for the Best Year of My Life. 1995 is the Worst.
Fact: Life is just one big soap opera.
Fact: My parents ask me to mix around with people. But only in school. Ratio of times they've allowed me to go to a BBQ vs times they didn't - 1:3
Fact: Before I started my first year in poly, I asked my dad if I could go to a beach party my orientation camp friends have set up. He said no, because he wanted me to concentrate on getting ready for poly life. "You can't have too much fun. School is about to start." Though I didn't argue, I though that he mentioned exactly why I wanted to go. School was about to start. Why not have MORE fun before finally starting school?
Fact: One more thing about my parents, and then I'll stop - every single time I do manage to get out of the house, my parents always, and I mean ALWAYS make me feel guilty about it. They do it subtly. Giving me a look that says "You better come home quick!". One day, they may give me a "Have fun, dear!" look. But I'm not holding my breathe.
Fact: Squirrels are funny
Fact: I have way too much time on my hands right now.
Fact: Any enthusiasm I feel about my studies instantly evaporates when I sit on my butt and actually study.
Fact: It is possible to get by with an $80-a-month allowance. That is if your parents control you like mine does. Oh wait, I'm supposed to stop talking about my parents.
Final Fact: I hate being a blurtoad.
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