-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.