Attention! Attention!

I accidentally stumbled across some spoilers for the Harry Potter book. They look really legitimate. As in, pictures of the book itself. Anyway, I read a bit of the plot synopsis. A bit, but enough to see who dies. And the last word being "well".



If you don't want to spoil yourselves out of a good treat this Saturday, BE CAREFUL while surfing the net. That's all I'll say.

22.05.2008

Mingle² - Free Online Dating

400 blogs, no wait, days to go.

I find those MySpace profiles with the lovely couples kissing each other awfully sweet. With the exception of some people. Either they're too ugly or or or or////.....

Somebody please tell me to get a grip. Tell me the many fishes under the sea. Tell me to live another day. Somebodyanybodyeverybody\\

zxcvn/. ZSDk nml'xc;

Bloody pangsai poopyheads in the three cycle automatons glistening with the might of seventy colony clocks.

Hey, I have to post something here.

-deep breaths-

-exhales-

Well, I think the last 48 hours spent by me being borderline cuckoo was....um, actually I don't know what it achieved.

But I do feel better now. Anger's purged, mostly. I'm still shaking, but a cup of Milo will fix that.

Life being what it is, it won't be the last time. Just as long as I can keep it private. And in my blog, which only 0.00001% (give or take a few hundredth) of Singapore reads anyway.

Well, here's some final bits of insanity to shake loose:

boogie woogie wonkers
hope i'm not going bonkers

Right, now for that Milo.

Lush

What's the opposite of the "blues"? Whatever it is, I got it. It's infectious! I found myself shaking to Akon. Akon! What the blazes is happening to me?

I'm skipping all the way, kicking every door, laughing at anybody who looks at me funny. What a rainy day, I stepped into every puddle and got my socks wet. Whistling all the way, slapping everyone's back. Woo hoo, such a super brilliantly funny day!

This won't last long, but I'm cherishing every second.

And Heroes is 80% complete. Asfdisly awesome!

It's time to Save The World

I, um, just realised something. All the girls I've ever liked, the ones I've crushed on. They're all, in one way or another, cool people. The ones people love to hang out with, as opposed to me, a person who hangs on the fringes. Like with one of them, she's a budding photographer, and she's brilliant, she's creative, she has this amazing way of creating atmosphere and expresses herself magnificently in her self-portraits.

Do I like her because she's exactly the sort of person I would like to be? And in the meantime, I have to struggle with the feeling that I would have no chance with her. But I don't want to succumb to that feeling, because hope is a wonderful thing. The hope that I would be able to be with a woman like her. I don't want to let some stupid thing about "levels" get in my way of dating her or any other girl like her I meet later in life, if I'm lucky.

And. To think of how she's grown as a person in the 2 years I've known her, from a disheveled looking student to one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, while I've stagnated in geek purgatory, is agony.

I'm on a nostalgia fix. Just looking through my Friendster. Aah, a perfect mixture of relatives, old friends from secondary school, a few guys from poly, net friends, my more recent buddies and one or two profiles which I don't remember adding. A lot of memories. 4 years in Friendster? Hard to believe.

I prefer MySpace now, but well there you go. I just can't let Friendster go that easily. And besides, most of them are too lazy to move. Ah well.

If you guys are going to spring an April Fool's joke on me, make it good. I can always use a good laugh.

Radio 91.3's Saturday Monster Mix Music Marathon is teh sex.

Today if anyone PRAISES you for...






1) Your Smartness
2) Your Beauty
3) Your Style
4) Your Attitude





Slap them!





How dare they fool you before "April 1st?!"

Hurt - Sad Kermit

Note: this is not supposed to be funny. In fact, if you even so much as giggle, I'd worry about you.

Just like when I giggled with the scene with Kermit and the picture of Miss Piggy.




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"One cannot claim that he is a taxpayer and should benefit from the likes of those in a PAP constituency when he voted for the opposition."

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHHAAHA
HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH

-deep breaths-

HAHAHAHAAHAAAHAASHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Ahhhhh......

Dumbf-beep-.

I haven't seen those so-called "disgusting" anti-smoking commercials yet. Do I even want to? A kid got nightmares watching the ads. Now mommy's complaining.

Let me say something. Another kid (me) once watched a child abuse commercial. It has a doll sitting in the corner of a dark empty room. In the background, the cries of a baby. Then a whipping sound, and the doll magically gets a very bad scar on the face. More whips, more bloody scars. The cries get louder and louder and louder. Then, everything stops. Close up to the bloodied scar-filled face of the doll. Fade to black. Roll child abuse message.

Cue one tramautised MSF.

But my dad, he made me watch the ad whenever I tried to run away when the ad comes on TV. One of his ways to toughen my mind. I'm glad he did, now it's a little hard for wanton violence to faze me.

Two points to this story: one, the aforementioned mommy needs to stop complaining and tell the kid to stop being a pussy and suck it up. Odds are, like the doll ad made me convulse in fury everytime I see a child abuse headline, so will this kid flush down every ciggie he comes across. He wouldn't want teeth like a hobo or even worse, a Brit, right?

Two, like I said, I haven't seen the ads, so I can't judge them, but the doll ad proves that if done right, with the right mood, lighting, sound, ads can be very effective tools. For so-called "shock" ads, visual shocks just isn't enough. It has to stick in your mind. Doll getting whipped scars without seeing the actual whips while the cries of a baby gets even more hysterical, that stuck in my mind even nearly two decades after that ad aired, that's how powerful that commercial is.

But what do I know? I'm not a media student. But dammit, I'm going to make sure that changes when I leave NS.

Personally, I prefer the more humorous type of anti-smoking ad.

I'm alone at home.

SO WHAT THE PUCKITY CLUCK SHOULD I DO?!

I made a big goof 2 days ago. The kind that makes the boss quietly slip you the classifieds. You know, as a reminder.

Shake, Rattle, Roll. That's what my OC did to me. Shake my confidence, rattle my nerves, damn near rolled my head. But, no, he's giving me one last warning.

So, that's yet another bullet dodged.

I just wonder: will my Neo-like ability to dodge bullets like this ever come to an end? The answer hopefully, is no.

Just the same, I suppose it's time to invest in the proverbial Kevlar. Whatever that would be.

I just want to say that ever since Lost's Season 1 finale, it's gone a little downhill. I don't mind the implausible storylines (hello? 24 fan speaking?), I just think the quality's gone down. So much so that inevitably, it's replaced by Heroes as my number 1 drama to watch on TV.

Having said that, the latest episode? Great! It's episodes like that that make me watch the show in the first place. Good to see how John Locke got in that wheelchair. Hint: the man has some serious daddy issues.

Ah, all is right in TV land again.

14 days to The Office
32 days to Heroes

PS. I'd like to see a Ben/H.R.G stare down. No lines, nothing for 5 minutes. Wouldn't that be delicious?

People keep telling me to be myself. I tell them, but this IS myself! Quiet and shy. No you're not, they say. They've seen me perk up at times, when I'm quite excited and in an environment where I'm completely comfortable. Adding to that, they say, get out of your shell. Easy for them to say.

But they are right.

So if you don't mind, say, me smiling like the Cheshire Cat on acid or, having ingested certain substances, singing House music at the top of my lungs (1, 2, 3, 4, let me hear you scream if you want some more, like aaah, push it, push it, watch me work it, I'm PERFECT!), then alright, I will come out of my shell. You have been warned.

My sister's retaking her O Levels. For her sake, I hope she made the right decision. But enough negativity, our parents have covered that end very nicely. GO ADIK! MAKE ME PROUD!

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That's it. I'm getting myself a little notepad. You know, the kind writers use to store ideas so that they'll remember it when it's time to start writing. If I don't, you Dear Readers would get posts like this.

So. Ummmmm, it's gonna be Friday. Yay?

Big A

Hey, guys. Try this. Think of every single thing that's bothering you, bringing you down to your knees. If it makes you cry, why not? Then, take a nap. Even for 10 minutes. There. The problems don't go away, but you'll feel much, MUCH better, don't ya? Maybe not an earth-shattering revelation, but it bears repeating.


Wet B

The biggest challenge with watching Fight Club is to trying to avoid listening to that little anarchist inside you whose voice seemed to have grown louder upon listening upon the voice of its prophet, Tyler Durden.


Pucky C

I want to act as horrible as I feel. But no. I can only act nice, with a dash of sarcasm, which I'm pretty ok at. Why must I be such a nice person?

It was a good Saturday, I had fun. Which of course makes going back to work that much harder. It's nights like this, though, that make it a little easier to bear. Even without the ingested substances.

One day like that per month for the next 16 months. More would be nice.

Oh, and apparently Captain America's dead. Hm.

A quick test in the morning

D.L. Hawkins

You scored 37 Idealism, 41 Nonconformity, 29 Nerdiness

I ain't wearing no tights.
Congratulations, you're D.L. Hawkins! You've got a bit of a past to overcome, but you are a strong person and you care very deeply about the people you love. You are good at getting out of tight situations, however, you're not quite as good at simple, practical things like making lunches.

Your best quality: Getting yourself out of difficult situations
Your worst quality: No culinary skills whatsoever, refusal to don tights

Link: The Heroes Personality Test written by freedomdegrees on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

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Plus, Niki/Jessica as my lovely wife. Double the yum. Sure, there'll be the occasional fight (plates tossed, pillars destroyed), but with a little help, we can work it out. After all, I do have a hold on her heart.

Not a good Monday. I could complain all I want about what happened at work today (and it was bad), but no, I won't.

Not when my friend Feeda just came back from the hospital with chest pains. I've experienced them myself, and they're no joke. So I know if you have chest pains serious enough for the hospital....but I'm just really glad she's fine and doing well.

Hey, at least she'll be pampered like a queen at her home.

In hindsight, it turned out to be ok. But at the station when I heard the news, in the state I was, and the pent-up tension...well.

The fire fighter in charge of cleaning the office isn't going to like those footprints on the wall.

I've just gotten an email from Joost. Apparently, I've been accepted to try out their beta. Since it is invitation only, you can only imagine how chuffed I am.

Ok, Joost: from the guys who gave you that pile of adware-filled code known as Kazaa and the very useful Skype. In a nutshell, it will bring TV to the internet. Video on demand, ain't it grand? Here's an example, ironically enough taken from one of its biggest competitors.



It's beta, so there'll be bugs. And not much content (eg. a Green Day channel, MTV Staying Alive, I think there even used to be a channel dedicated to Paris Whoreton, excuse me, Hilton). But imagine this: this summer, when it goes live, live TV from around the world, with absolutely no skipping. Cause I've tried it, and the skipping comes only rarely. A few tweaks, and it'll run smoother than James Bond.

Sure, you look hard enough, there's some software out there that will allow you to watch, say, FOX and watch your beloved Prison Break, right after my beloved 24, at the very same time as the Americans do. Difference is, you have to pay for those software. Not to mention, can you really trust them? Joost however is free, like Skype does free phone calls. That will mean there will be ads, but I consider that an acceptable trade-off.

Like I said, only way to get Joost is to either sign up for the beta (and wait two months like I did), or get an invite. Which I have none. Yet.

Now, excuse me, I've got to get back to my National Geographic documentary which I paused to write this. :)

I'm supposed to be at work at this very moment.

-evil grin- :D

Here's something that made the computer geek AND the grammar police in me smile: there's an extension called Greasemonkey for Firefox. Basically, it allows you to write and install scripts to change some stuff in any website. Write a certain script, hey presto! Google's name is now written in Yahoo's font! Stuff like that. And I just installed a script that'll let you know if a certain website is overusing adverbs ending with -ly by highlighting those last two letters. It's all great fun.


Apparently, generally overusing adverbs relatively weakens sentences considerably. (See what I mean?)

I've made it so that it will check all the blogs I read regularly. Quite frankly, guys, I see a lot of yellow highlights. Thusly, I suggest you all should do something about it. Immediately.

Thanks to Lifehacker. Now there's a geeky blog if I ever read one.

Cure for Ennui needed

500 days, 500 days, 500 days, 500 days, I've got five hundred days before I gooooo.............

I'm worried. The old apathy is creeping back in. Same apathy that I allowed to wreck my life in poly.

I don't like the fact that while all around me, the people I care for (and some I don't) are undergoing interesting, life-altering experiences, my most pressing matter is trying to get my download speeds up. My PSLE educated (but very hard-working) fellow clerk just hooked up with a Mass Commie. Not good for the self-esteem issues.

Yesterday was the day I realised that I may not have it in me to actually express what my brain wants to say, in the way I want it to be said. Reading certain blogs drive me crazy because of that. I guess the "self-respect" part of the maturing process hasn't started yet.

I don't care about life enough to hope for anything or do anything about it. That includes that unthinkable act that rhymes with "genocide". That's how apathetic I am.

I don't want your pity. I wouldn't mind one or two of your hugs. But mostly, I just want you to make me care again.

My download of The Office just finished. Yayness.

Nothing to report, except to repeat something a friend used when it happened to her: "It ain't no different balls"

Or something to that effect.

Here's another phrase to repeat: "I can't stand for it. I won't!"

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

Lastly, an SMS I just received: "You're an adult now! Hugs and muacks!"

Can you tell? I just turned 21.

Whoopee.

In a Dunkin' Donuts just outside KL....

Me, my sis and cousin Zurin were ordering donuts. Well, they were, I just kept quiet. They were ordering in English. The Dunkin' staff were making fun of that fact.

In the mind of the guy behind the counter: Huh, speak English, they think what, they so stylo-mylo, want to be ang-moh, is it? Eleh. Tapi, pretty pulak, siak. (Obviously, he was thinking in Malay, but I'm too malas to translate, so there.)

In my mind: My word, this guy's rather rude! How dare he make fun of my sister and cousin's mastery of the beautiful English Language? I respect his obvious pride in all things Malay, but he should respect us just the same, shouldn't he? (Ok, I wasn't thinking that, in fact I was a little embarrassed when they mentioned that I was the one who sucked at Malay. Still annoyed by him though. No need for the faux accent, buddy. And no, he's not jealous, I'm sure of that. I'm positive he just thinks we're poseurs. Maybe I am, but the girls? Nooooo....)

In the girls' minds: giggle giggle giggle he's cute! giggle giggle giggle (No extra note here, I'm dead certain that's exactly what they were thinking.)

On the radio: To the left, to the left.... (Is it even possible to grow tired of this song?)

Well. I got so bored, I got myself an LJ blog. Yes, another blog. Difference is, for once, I did NOT use the Meesotofreak name for the URL.

You're free to search for it, dear Reader, if you're so inclined. Nope, no clues.

Ok, I go sleep now, buh bye.

And in the meantime, I still can't make myself appear online on MSN. Or call a friend. Or answer a call from a friend.

Basically, anything more social than ordering an Irish Frappe from an overpriced coffee outlet. Eh. Top o' the mornin' to ye.

To all the people whom I annoyed with my sheep sounds at Orchard Road, well, don't be. Don't you feel like sheep yourselves whenever you're there? In the crowd? No? Hmmmm...

"You know what, Fiz? You're not happy. You can never BE happy. Not when you keep chasing all these material things you keep chasing after when you bloody well know that you earn peanut shells! Or are you just trying desperately to fill that empty soul of yours with useless trinkets? Get yourself some self-respect, man!"

If there's anybody who can give me a better, more intelligent version of that speech, it would be much appreciated. Pride be damned.

A club right in the comfort of my room

K3ra asked if I had blogged lately. Good point. I shall start now.

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Not for the first time, I pondered about being a woman (stay with me now). I'm not going all Priscilla here, I just tend to think about these things. Right now, I wonder, if I was a woman, would I be even more in touch with my thoughts, my feelings? Are my masculine tendencies getting in the way? Would I be the better writer that I keep wishing to be?

In any case, I've long gone past the cross-dressing phase in my life (I don't look so hot in a tube top), so don't worry about it, dear Reader.

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Indie music is grand, ain't it? µTorrent, FlashGet and my hard drive haven't stopped crying Uncle from the exercise I gave them both last night.

Am now listening to unpopular radio and sweetmusic.fm's little battle live from Home club. Free entry and $3 drinks. Wish I was there.

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I promised my friend I'd do this. So here we go.

Flora Fizz

(Why yes, I did notice that my name's in there, why do you ask?)

ATTENTION! ATTENTION!

I'd love you all to click on that link and feast your eyes on the flower sets for sale. No, not because I get paid 40 cents per click, but because it's Valentine's Day next week! So come on, even if you don't have a significant other to surprise with a room full of American Beauties, there's always your parents, give them violets, your annoying siblings, give 'em cactuses, your best buds, give them a sunflower!

Come one, come all! Cepat, tak beli sekarang, nanti rugi! Ceeeewah...

Seriously, those are some nice looking sets, so be a romantic: click on Flora Fizz, pick one you like and contact Feedah (her particulars are at the bottom). Trust me, she doesn't bite. Go on, guys. Don't let this budding businesswoman down!

Hmmm, maybe I could use Google's Ad services to spread the word about this business.

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There, I think that'll do for a few weeks.

So apparently, I can't go to this very blog. Error messages abound. So this post is pointless, because nobody's reading it. Kinda like my job, eh?

Can you say "Forced Imsonia"?

I'm forcing myself to stay awake and risk having a pseudo-narcoleptic attack at work in just 5 hours just so I can find out whether saving the cheerleader really does mean saving the world.

That's right, I'm watching "Heroes". 4 episodes back to back. You won't believe how fast the net can be at this hour. BTW, Heroes is, I think, in a nutshell, cut from the same cloth as Lost. So if you don't like Lost (your loss), feel free to give it a miss.

Those shows, plus The Office AND 24 too. Which is why I'm ignoring everybody's (and I do mean EVERYfreakinBODY!) suggestion to watch Prison Break. I like it, sure. Any show that uses Massive Attack's Teardrops (HOUSE!) is ok by me. But having to think about how Kate and Sawyer will escape the Others, wonder whose throat Jack MUTHAF@$KING Bauer is going to bite off next, figure out who has what powers AND root for Jim & Pam to HOOK UP ALREADY!!! is more than enough for me without wondering why the show is still called Prison Break when they're already outside.

On another note, I don't want to be Michael Scofeld when it's tattoo removal time.

And if my brain needs a rest, hello Desperate Housewives! (Wonder if Julie got my proposal?)

Alright, I suppose I've stayed up long enough. I'm going to go sleep for 2 hours, only to be rudely awakened by my mom 2 hours later and she'll complain about me being tardy and I need to hurry up and I need to eat my breakfast, yada yada yada. Good Tuesday mornin' to you.

I didn't take any photos. Nor any videos. Mainly because the Motorola L7 stinks. Sometimes.

Ah well. There's always YouTube.



Needless to say, despite my situation that night, Muse still r0x0rs mah b0x0rs! That's how good they are. Here's hoping they come back real soon.

Ok, from this day forth, the next person who ever sends me an e-mail with pictures of dead people, e.g. some guy getting squashed by an improbably huge slab of marble, I will enter his or her e-mail address in every single entry form I can find so that his or her inbox will be spammed to submission. Deal?

Someday, this might happen to me.

Until then, bring on the Panadol!

I should probably update this thing.

Eventually.

At some point.

Yeah.

Good night.

3 notes to take from yesterday

1) The sight of piles of noodles next to piles of chicken and a whole lotta soup and chilli nearly made me tear up. So did the sight of sheep thrashing about with the necks half chopped, but for a different reason. So I have a soft heart, sue me.

B) Seeing the boys in my room, how in the name of McDonald's did my Dad ever cope with having 6 or so (I've lost count) siblings?

Zed) Be careful when discussing pop music. You never know when a complete stranger will mock you for it. Oh, and congratulations to Fort Minor for "Where'd You Go" being the top song of the year.

-ahem-

To repeat myself:

Assert My Independence.

Stop Being A Doormat.

And for pity's sake, Stop Complaining! For one thing, I suck at it. I mean, really, I've seen a few bloggers who complain in prose so beautiful, to call it "complaining" would be an insult.