Sunday, July 31, 2005

Late Night Bloggie

Gosh, it's late. Watching Bleach. Just when you thought the damn thing cannot get any better, it just keeps on doing so. I thought it will go downhill when they go to Soul Society, but nooooooo, it gets even more funny and interesting!

Anyway, my essay week is starting soon, so I want to save all my fantastically amazing creative writing prowess(sp?) for it, so I am trying not to use my brain too much. It's very liberating when you try to use your arse to do your thinking for you.

Sourcing for other anime to watch. I only have about 20 episodes of Bleach. Anyone have any recommendations?

Cut my right thumb while trying to open a carton of orange juice yesterday. How stupid can one get? And why is the aluminium thinggy so lethal? I did not even realised that I was cut until I saw the blood on the cup holding the juice. The cut is very small, but very deep, it kept bleeding and bleeding, until I got tired of it, and tied a thick piece of tissue over it. Not the best first-aiding, but I can't find a plaster. Ha, the whole pimple debacle comes to mind, doesn't it?. Seriously, my house needs plasters.

Anyway, I had a little trouble doing stuffs the entire day. This made me realised that thumbs are actually very important. I had trouble doing little things like opening bottles, unholding my IPod, strolling the music on my IPod, stapling papers, removing my contacts, etc, etc. Think about it, you may not realise that there are alot of small things that requires your thumb, but you just never stop to think about it. Ha, and I also realise that even though I am left-handed, I still use my right hand to do a lot of things. Am I ambidexterous?

PS: If anyone is wondering, my pimple is better. BUT STILL OBVIOUS! DAMMIT!!!

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Pia - Become Clear

So we've done Korean Pop, a little of Korean R&B and Hip Hop, now it's time to move to ROCK! Yeah. Pia has this Americanised rock sound, I think, not those poppish rock songs that's hard to differentiate. Kinda what rock used to be like when I was in secondary school. I don't know, I am bad at genre-ing music. When I first heard their song, My Bed on MTV, I thought they are a Thai band. Hehheh. But they are good. I like...

Finally! Some good come out of watching all that TV. I used to love MTVAsia, but it started to become boring when it became more and more mainstream. It became more than just about watching nice MVs, kinda became something poppish. I am not against pop, just that it's not interesting if you keep hearing the same thing. I don't know, I am really sleepy.

Anyway, I will put up one of their songs that I like soon. Now I gotta crash.

PS: By the way, if you do not know what that picture above is, it's Pia's album cover, silly!!! Haha.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005


Oh my gawd... My laptop is STILL not back!!! My baby~~~~~~~ Ok, my friends told me that it's stupid to call my laptop, my baby, so I kinda promised them that I won't. Alright, so I won't.

Anyway, HP messed up!!! Don't you hate it when these companies messed up SIMPLE instructions? Was it so hard to understand? Dammmmmnnnnn. Basically, originally they were supposed to deliver tomorrow before 3 pm, but I changed it to today before 4, but the people over there had a mix-up, and changed the timing but not the date. HOW SILLY IS THAT???!!!??? It's 6 now, and I STILL HAVE NOT GOTTEN MY LAPTOP!!!

Anyway, I called them up just now, and after almost two hours of bitching, three customer service officers later, we finally came to a compromise. I let them deliver it tonight before 9, but they send it to my Uncle's place downstairs. Crap!!!

I have no idea why I am so pissed. Problem solved. I get to go online after I come home from tutorials. They better not mess up again, if I do not get to watch my Bleach and my Chado tonight, I am gonna be one hell of a heinous bitch.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

A Reflection... Of Sorts

Humans are ugly creatures. That's why we love to surround outselves with beautiful things, pretty things to make ourselves feel better. And as time goes by, we began to mirror these beautiful, pretty things and began to look a little presentable ourselves.

But once in a while when our inate ugliness rear it's hideous head, we get scared, petrified, and get more beautiful things to surround ourselves with, hoping whatever is nasty and disgusting will be purified by the sheer beauty emanating from these things.

The utter stupidity of humans. What we do not know is that, as time goes by, all that is pure and exquisite is tainted by our unadulterated ugliness that eventually, it becomes a misshapen deformity itself.

Great, not only are we ugly, we are stupid. How quaint.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Bloggie Bloggie

Hello, did anyone miss me?

In case anyone haven't heard the news, I sent my baby to the doctor's. By baby, I mean my laptop, and by doctor's, I mean HP Service Centre. Damn hard to find that place, luckily Chuyun was with me. We got up the bus on the wrong side, and ended up spending more than 1 hour on a trip that should have been less than 45 minutes. My bad.

But Chuyun never even complain about it, she's such a good friend. Sometimes, I really wonder why she's so nice. Ha, I am not really in the I-am-thankful-I-have-such-great-friends-family-life mode. Just feel that in the least she should have bitched a little, but she didn't. And we call her THE QUEEN OF EVIL!!! Haha. More like kitty cat. Meow.

Well, now that I am lap-topless (haha, lame [do you even call this a pun] pun), it's interesting to see how I will survive. Day 1 was alright, I watched a little TV, and read a little. Starting to feel a little blue, but still manageable. We'll see how Day 2 goes tonight.

By the way if anyone is wondering, I am using the office computer now. =P

PS: Does anyone ever wonder who I am talking about whenver I say "anyone"? Frankly speaking, I have no idea either, despite the fact that I use it a lot.

PSS: I miss watching Bleach! I think it's the coolest anime ever! Prince Of Tennis is the bestest anime ever, so they don't fall into the same league, hence there is no comparison at all.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Vow? Wedding? Blah?

Going through some of my old stuffs on my comp to decide what to toss and what to keep, and I found this wedding vow I wrote when I was in SIXTEEN!!! GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME. Wedding vow!!!???!!? I remember exactly why I wrote it, I was reading this romance (aka sex) novel, and there was this lovely wedding vow in it and I thought, why not? Ha. Reading it is funny now. And in the spirit of constantly embarrassing myself, here it is. I dedicate it to Chado from Bleach, the love of my life at the moment. Ha, not Christian Bale? He's married, ok? Haha, trying to delay the terrible. Okok, here it is...

To You,

I never would have thought in a million years that I will meet someone like you.
In my heart and my soul, I know that if I am standing here at this very moment,
That this is it.
You are it.
Writing this at 16, anyone can tell how much I wanted this to happen.
And how much I dream of walking down this road with someone like you.
The hazy, faceless person I have always seen in my mind.
The dreams, the wishes I have for the future
Now has a face.
And it's you.
I am glad that I found you.
I love you.

BLAH!!!! Hahaha, cheesy, corny, but at the same time, it's kind of nice, ain't it? Wonder if I am ever gonna use it. WORSE! Wonder if I am ever gonna GET to use it. BLAH!!!

Pimple Tale

Just to be perverse, I am going to blog about the BIG PIMPLE on my nose. It's just above the tip, on the bridge of my nose, open for all to see. Before I went out today, I was contemplating whether to put a plaster over it. So the decision is between whether I want to be truthful and endure all the digs about the pimple on my nose, or be deceitful, but at least get some sympathy for "cutting my nose" by accident.

Yeah, I think about stuffs like that.

After a moment of consideration, the decision is taken out of my hands when I realised that there is NOT A SINGLE PLASTER IN MY ENTIRE HOUSE! So I went out, with my pimple in all it's naked glory. Amazingly, not many people commented on it. Maybe they were too polite, or maybe my sick and F-Off face gave them ample warning. Who knows?

Well, I will probably have to make this decision again tomorrow. So if you see a girl in the streets, wearing a plaster on her nose, be sure to show her some sympathy for "cutting her nose" by accident.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Blah Blah

Having flu is NOT FUN at all! Start to feel a little sick around Saturday evening, but good thing I fought it early and now, two days later, I am feeling ALRIGHT!!! Yaay.

Anyway, I accomplished A LOT today loh!!! I went to work, then met up with Jasu to go Planet Fitness at Caltex House to watch her sell her life away to two years of corporate fitness. Have fun, Jasu!

After that, we had afternoon tea at Coffee Club. So pleasant and relaxing! Ha, I've never had afternoon tea before, I think. Have I? Don't think so, at least, not in such a conducive environment.

And after that, I accompanied Davina to her school in Jurong East. And on the way I met Chuyun. The two of them have quite a good time suaning me loh, despite the fact that THEY ONLY MET EACH OTHER TWICE. I need a change of friends... HAHA! Good thing I went with her! She seems to know where she is going, but at the same time, not very sure about anything. Ha, Davina~~~~~~~~

But her school seems nice lar, then I came home.

Haha, this blog is beginning to seem boring. Ha, IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK LIKE DAVINA'S BLOG!!!! Okok, I must be sicker than I think I am. I bettr stop. End here.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Ha, a test.

I am...

The Priss
Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf)

Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss.

Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy.

These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.

You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy

CONSIDER: The Manchild

This is actually quite accurate in my opinion. Ha, I love that part about the sex and pregnant thing. It's so funny, because I was just pretending to be pregnant in the office today. Haha. Well, adds on to the creditability. Ha. Is there such a word?

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Quote Of The Day

Just a funny quote that I think is very, erm...

"My boyfriend is happiest whenever I have projects. Because I always want to have sex when I am feeling stressed."

And the girl is like what, 15? Haha. I don't even know what to think.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Tired... But Bitching...

I am SOOOOOO TIRED!!! Tired, tired, tired!!! One more day and I can sleep, sleep, sleep!!!

Let's see, what should I blog about today? A range of topics comes to mind, the whole NKF CEO debacle that's probably been blogged to death by now, some thoughts about Shinhwa and god music, and I wanted to blog about some random stuffs that I really want to bitch about. Hmmm, which one shall I choose neh? Hmmm...

Alright, for once I shall follow the flow and blog about the NKF thinggy, so that people won't think that I am ignorant or don't read the news, even though, technically, it doesn't bother me at all. Technically. Haha. Don't want to be shoot to death by a technicality.



Ok, I am good now. But I guess I want to say too that, we should not stop helping those who needs help just because of this. We never know when we might need some too. It's purely selfish, but think of others as you think of yourself, especially when you have the ability to.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Babbles Babbles...

Why is it the common belief that if by a certain age, a woman does not have a boyfriend, and is not even remotely near to getting married, then there is something wrong about her? I am not bitching, you will know when I do. I am being truly mystified about this. ?_?

I was watching this matchmaking show on TV, and this girl, I think she's in her late 20s, was almost on the verge of tears, because all her friends are happily married with their own familis. And she feels really depressed at the thought of people calling her a 30-year-old virgin. I mean, WTF is that? It's no big deal, is it? I mean it's not like non-virgins get to go around with a board that says "Proudly f*****, XX times" Haha, gross!

I mean, it is alright to feel that something is lacking in your life, I know that feeling. As a female in her twenties, who has never dated in her life (not counting that horrible day out with that guy who mumbled everything he said and kept looking at his feet), and the most likely candidate for the president of the 30-year-old Virgins Club, I think I am in a good position to understand how she feels. But the way she's behaving is like, she will die if she does not get married ASAP.

Hmm, I wonder if in a couple of years, I will be like her. My thinking now is that, even if I don't get married, as long as I have a fulfilling life, it's ok. I am seriously putting adoption on the table. If I am financially able and unmarried, I don't see why not, even if I am married, if I can afford to, I will consider it too. Starting a family is what motivates humans, right? Imagine a little kid to control and influence. MUAHAAHAHHAHA! Fantastic. ^______^

How I Am Connected To Christian Bale

Ha, ok, let's start.

Christian Bale was in Batman Begins with Liam Neeson, who was in The Haunting with Owen Wilson, who was in Shanghai Knights with Fann Wong, who is Christopher Lee's girlfriend/fiancee (or whatever), who I have met before while shopping with my friends. Ha, I even asked him (Christopher Lee, not Christian Bale) a question. But I don't think he answered. He did smile though. I wonder if he remembers me. Haha.

Ha, anyway, see? And under 6 moves! Ha, now I know what they mean when they say you can link Christian Bale to almost anyone. Haha.


I love the INTERNET!!! Ha, I just saw this picture of a FULL-FRONTAL Christian Bale! Yeah! I am 100% certain it's a fake, but it's wrecking havoc on my senses. Isn't it sad that a fake picture of an actor that I like can make me so excited? Cheap thrill, cheap thrill. Tsk tsk tsk.

But anyway, this reminds me that I must be one of the luckiest girl alive. Which girl on this earth will get to see the butt of, not one, not two, not even three, and not even four, BUT ALL FIVE of her absolute, absolute favourite actors? Ha, the first three should be obvious, Viggo, Eric and Christian. The other two, I shall not reveal. Haha. I must maintain some semblance of secrecy, right? ;]

Once again, does my blatant nymphoness offend your senses? If it does, you are a fruitcake, buzz off.

I am too tired and lazy to continue this. So I will stop here. Ok, bye.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Blogging Time...

Ha, shall I be a total bloggerwhore, and blog about things that I think people want to read, or be autistic and just blog about something I know I want to read. It's such a tough choice, to decide between humouring myself or some people that I know and some others that I don't. Well, I have always been a self-centered person, so I guess self-humouring is more important.

Chuyun commented that there is nothing interesting in my blog, and that I never mention her. Hmmm, and there I thought I have a hell of a killer blog. Ha, don't mind, don't mind (quoted from Prince Of Tennis!!!). Anyway...

I was watching Star World yesterday and this old lady, I think she's a comedian, made me laugh so hard. She's impressive! She's so incorrect, so nasty and yet so pragmatic in what she says that it's really... wow... Haha. Here are some of the more memorable ones, they are not word for word quotes, just roughly what I remember, since I was laughing so hard.

a) "My first sex experience on TV was a rape."
-sympathetic silence-
"Thank God the guy din't press charges."

b) "Let's not talk about my age, it took me months to blow out the candles on my
last birthday. I dread my next one."

c) "About 20 years into the marriage I realised something strange while having sex
with my husband... He's always putting the clothes over my face when we have
sex." (this one I am absolutely not sure, but it seems funny)

d) "I am all for gay marriages."
"You do?"
"Yeah, why should only straights suffer divorce?"

Haha!!! Funny!!! The way she said it is so beautifully satirical. I admire her. Impressed. Haaa...

And here's something that I am trying to practice:
"Don't get mad over what happens to you, get mad over what happens to people you care about."

Ha, why? Because that way, I get to bully people more often, and with the right reasons! ^___________^

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Back On! Yeah!

Finally got my laptop back to a semblance of an order. But everything looks weird. Apparently Compaq did some changes to the Display settings, and after reformatting, the settings are gone, and I cannot seemed to twig it back to the original look. What to do, gotta get used to it.

Well, throughout this ordeal, I have learnt two things.

a) I cannot survive without an Internet connection with a working computer.

It's deplorable. I have CABLE! And flipping through the channels, looking for just something that can capture my attention beyond 10 minutes is tough. Heck!!!!! Why? Well, Arrested Development was interesting. Aside from that, nothing, not even MTV interests me. That sucks.

Anyway, does anyone else find that Coco Lee is looking more and more like J.Lo? There's just something about her that really reminds me of J. Lo. Gosh. I cannot say I like it. I like J. Lo, but I dislike Coco. Ha. But she's got a good, nice English accent. Damn. Some girls get all the luck.

And Missy Elliot!!! My goodness! Does she remind anyone else of Eve? It's scary how celebrities are starting to look more and more like each other. What they do? Go to the same face surgeon? Or something?

PS: Jessica Simpson's new MV. That girl's seriously making me lose all respect for her. Pity. I like her voice.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Slow... But Informative

Aha! My comp is busted, so while I am backing up the stuffs so that I can reformat, I have to resort to using my old computer to blog. And the comp is in Chinese, because my Dad installed some kind of Chinese software. Ha, I did not know that Blogspot have a Chinese version.

It's funny to see Chinese words instead of the English ones that I am used to. And it makes me very damn impressed with Blogspot. I wish I can take down some screenshots.

I only managed to finish up one essay, before my comp gave up on me. I don't really know how to describe, but it just flatout gave up. And I only got the thing for like less than a year. Damn. Must be my constant abuse of it. With my volume of usage, I guess I am more suited for a desktop instead of a notebook. I guess I have to look into getting cheap PC soon. Arrgh. It's frustrating.

They are all making such a big hooha about the Olympics thinggy. I know I should be proud, but I do think that there is a lot more to my beautiful little country to be proud of, than just playing host to a bunch of people coming together to decide where to spend an unreasonably SORDID amount of money for a few hundred athletes to gather and have sex. Oh, of course, there is the competing, the glory, the sportsmanship. Oh yes, we must never forget all these.

Don't get me wrong, I love the Olympics. What better source to ogle at hundreds of fit, sweaty, VERY MUSCULAR guys fight it out for the ultimate medal? Oh, I am definitely a big fan of the Olympics. Ok, I admit, I do get a little adrenaline rush, watching people compete. I like cheap thrills.

Anyway, my issue is not about the Olympics or anything. It's about people who declares their love for this country, simply because of something like that. It's disgusting, especially, when usually, they have nothing but criticisms (sp? lazy to check) for Singapore. I love my little, sunny island. Simply for what it is. A safe home to me, a beautiful and clean place, our rich history and cultures, and most importantly, where all my good memories are (probably because I have not stayed anywhere else long enough to create good memories there, but still...). These are enough, aren't they? I am proud of what we are, Olympics or no Olympics. I LOVE SINGAPORE.

I know I am really not the embodiment of a patriot who loves her country. But where do you find those nowadays anyways? I love my country in my own way, just like I like to do everything else. Don't judge me, alright? Well, even if you do, who cares? Screw you. ^_____^

Female Malady

Power of the mind? Does anyone even believe in that anymore? Doing my essay on the subject of "female malady", which basically means madness in creative women, makes me doubt even my own sanity. It's tough to do an intense study on a subject and not feel yourself affected in anyway. Especially since the women who suffers from said malady are females with assertive, creative and explorative minds that, sometimes, they themselves have no control over. Something that I like to think that I can identify with.

I guess I should consider myself lucky to live in a World where creativity in women are no longer viewed as something akin to madness. No longer domestic creatures living at the whims of men, women today are able to establish themselves as a power to be reckon with, whether in the literary, artistic or the corporate world.

I feel sad to think that so many great women of the past had succumbed to the physical and psychological pressures not being able to express themselves creatively, and lost their minds. Perhaps to them, losing their senses is the only way they can escape from the oppression of suppressed self-expression.

I don't know how I will feel if anyone took away the means to create words from me, be it in writing or talking. I have always said that I cannot survive without talking. It is not just a joke to emphasize how much I love talking. I actually mean it. If I cannot talk as and when I want to, I think I will start to decompose.

Same goes with writing (even though technically I am typing now. Ahhh, the wonders of technology), if someone takes away my ability to write in any language, well, I will just learn a new one and keep going. A sentence is like a work of art, with the right manipulation of a few words, you can create something that provokes the senses as much as any piece of music or painting will.

As for the madness? Well, I guess as long as you are not oppressed or anything, it should be fine, right? Even if one day, the price of having a messy mind is my eventual fall into the twirling shirls of madness, "I pay it gladly" (John Preston - Equilibrium. I love being able to quote Christian Bale lines in anything I say!!!! Woot!).

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Much Needed Grounding

I love it how with one simple sentence, my mother always manages to pull me down to earth, whenever I am feeling arrogant of how amazing everything is for me. I like it how my oldest friends always manages to call me out when I am being such a big, fat, condescending prick.

It's close friends and family like them that remind me that I am nothing but a human who talks too much, feels too much, but does too little. That I am really nothing special, just a person, like everyone else, who needs to eat, needs to shit, and can be easily blown away by a simple handgun. That I am still no different from the baby that cries to get attention 20 odd years ago. Simplicity, normalcy, nothingness, I love these feelings!!!

Much needed grounding indeed.

Sometimes there is a need to be reminded that you are nothing without the people who make you what you are. And that sometimes, people who sing your praises, and speak of all the good things about you, they are nothing but fakes. FAKES FAKES FAKES!!!

Perhaps this is a good time to just feel lucky that I have all of these people around. People who don't take any shit from me, yet bothers to listen to all the craps in my life. After all, life is full of shits and craps, but if you have someone good to share them with, it's all better, ain't it?

So, to those people, YOU MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH MORE FANTASTICALLY WONDERFUL! You all know who you are! After all, I will force you to read this! *smiles*

Ha, a much needed corny moment. Ok, just a sidenote, I am watching this track and field programme on Star Sports, and this runner's, erm, package, is having A LOT of action against the tights that he's wearing. He should NOT be wearing those tights, now anyone from any country who has Star Sports gets to marvel how, erm, engorged, he is. Fantastic. -_-

Tuesday, July 05, 2005


I went to my friend's sister's blog last week. And I said something like "what your sister write is irritating." to my friend, I don't really remember. I also don't remember why I said that, probably some comment that triggered the feeling. Not sure. I don't have any excuses or explanations, I am a bitch. So there.

But anyway, I am not sure if my friend faithfully conveyed what I said to her sister, cuz today there's a BIG SENTENCE asking whoever who dislikes her blog to get out. Ah, calm, my beating heart.

Hey, at least, she stayed true to herself and her blog, not like those people who call their own blogs nonsense.

I seriously don't remember what it was that caused me to make that comment, but if my friend told her what I said, albeit a more cut-up version, I guess I hurt her feelings. I have nothing against my friend's sister, she's a nice person. It was just a passing remark. I guess I should have been candid in a more tactful way.

This brings to mind the whole idea of blogging I was bitching about a couple of posts back. I don't want to start bitching all over again, so I will just leave it as that.

Blogging is nuts dangerous, you must be able to take the fire. I am not saying that I can, my blog does not garner any attention from anyone anyway, so I never had a chance to test that. But I have been known to be too candid, too talkative, too straight-forward for my own good, so hopefully, there will be no surprises there.

Someday, I am going to get some sort of karma for judging people like I do. But hey, at least then, I will know how I will react. I hope it's with poise, grace and a large dose of elegant bitchiness that blows people away. Haha.


Hoi hoi everyone!!!

So boring, so boring! I am watching this weird music video on MTV that I don't really understand nor like. It looks really creepy. Its been a long, long time since I last watched MTV. But I don't really have anything to do, after Roger won Wimbledon. Waiting for US Open to come around. WOOT WOOT!!!

Trying to clear my computer so that I can reformat it. 80 GB of stuffs is no small feat, I can assure you. I am not even halfway done. SUCKS!!! I supposed I should just take my time, but my computer is driving me nuts. All the applications are going haywire. Thanks to some unknown virus sent to me by a poor, unsuspecting friend. I wonder how HER computer is doing.

Nothing interesting to report. Anth's not online. He usually comes online once every two to three weeks. Not a very computer person. So I guess it will be ages before someone comes online to challenge me again. Brave kid, aren't you? Mr Anthony Growick. Ha, not sure if that's the right spelling. I don't understand people who do not go online everyday, what do they do? I have to log on every single day, even for a few minutes, or else I will feel like something's not right.

*yawn* Feeling sleepy. Alright then! I shall watch another episode of Fruit Basket, and go to sleep. Ha, you don't think that I don't watch any anime other than Prince Of Tennis, do you?

Monday, July 04, 2005

Intellectual Disalert!

I am feeling superior. Why? Because I am. Damn the intellectuals! The World today is controlled by emotions and feelings. Art over Science! The mind is one's greatest tool, but without any form of saturation of senses with the beautiful things in life, your brain just rots away. Art should be religion! It should be life!

A lot of people are gonna beat me up for this, but I do feel this way. Just had a very heated conversation with my net friend, Anth, about the importance of art in our lives. I like chatting with him. He doesn't come online much, but when he does, the conversations are always so thought-provoking that I usually feel worn out by the time we are done. Haha, he likes to call it mental fornication. WHO WANTS TO FORNICATE WITH YOU? IDIOT!

Anyway, he says that art is just a subsidiary of life. It's a hobby that don't really mean that much when you think about it. I think he's nuts. Hear that? You are nuts, CRAZY! Art is important!

Imagine a World without books, music, paintings or any form of aesthetics, I think I will die of boredom. In a way, it is true that art is a hobby, a way of filling up the voids in your brain. But it also does something else to your mind, something amazing that stirs up very intense emotions and feelings, making your skin crawl, and your eyes burn. Something that cannot be explained just by choking out phrases that seemed intelligent, but actually mean nothing. I refuse to cheapen these emotions and feelings in anyway by forcing myself to puke out the words.

I hate it when I am in such a state of mind. It's messy. I like it when I am feeling simple-minded. I find it hard not to judge myself as I have always harshly judged others. Especially when it comes to the words that I write. Arrogance is something that I never want to practice, but comes easily to me.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Bored Talk

Hi, hello. *smiles* Well, it's should be expected that if I have an entire off day at home, I will blog more than once in the 24 hours arc, so here I am.

I am bored! It's only about 3.10 in the afternoon right now, and I am not meeting the Pink Army girls till 6 pm, but since almost ALL OF THEM are confirmed to be late, I guess I can take it way easy.

I just finished putting up the music for Ick and Chilli, so I have nothing to do now. Ha, they say "cannot put our real names hor, we will shy one." So I asked them what nicknames they want, and they chose Ick and Chilli. It's weird, why would anyone want to call herself Ick? GIRL!!! Haha.

It's been sometime since I last had such a leisurely day, not used to it. But mayhem starts tomorrow. It's that time of the month again... to write my essays! I am very satisfied with the grades I got for the last two essays. I finally got a B for Literature after constant Cs and Ds, and humanities is the most shocking, I GOT AN A! Thank you Miss Tan Soo Yean! Haha, I feel guilty for showing her attitude in class last tutorial. Not just because she gave me an A, but because she's always been really nice and helpful to me.

Listening to Mariah Carey's latest album, The Emancipation Of Mimi. It's quite good. I like it so far. But what's with the title? Who's Mimi? Hehheh, remembering when I was listening to a lot of Miss Saigon's soundtrack last year, and insisted that everyone call me Mimi. Ha, nutzi. Let's try to figure this out. Oh, wait. I gotta pee. BRB.

- Pee Break -

Back! Just to sidetrack a little, I think it's funny that they make those ball kids at Wimbledon stand military-style. It's cute. Haha. I am watching the replay of Venus Williams and Lindsey Davenport's match. Or rather, the ending of it. Venus looke like a kid who just got her favourite toy. It's cute. Oh, now (or rather just now) she looks like she's about to expire. Why is she so excited? It's just a big plate. Ok, granted it IS bigger than Lindsey's. Haha. I know, I know, maybe now she can show off to her sister, that she has a big plate this year. Haha. Seriously don't know what I am saying.

Anyway, ok, back to the Mimi thing. Let's see, according to, emancipation means:

i) gradual separation of an original homogeneous embryo into fields with different specific potentialities for development.


ii) freeing someone from the control of another; especially a parent's relinquishing authority and control over a minor child.

Somehow I don't think Mariah's album has anything to do with homogeneous embryos, so I will go with the second meaning. Now that we got that covered, one question still lingers, who the heck is Mimi? I hope it's not Mariah's pet name or whatever. If it is, it's stupid. Get something cooler, like J. Lo or A Keys. Haha, M. Carey don't really cut it though.

Joker, Who May Thee Be?

"British actor Paul Bettany has joined the race to play Batman's nemesis The Joker in a planned sequel to Batman Begins. Director Christopher Nolan left no doubt The Joker would feature heavily in the next Batman installment when the villain, formerly played by Jack Nicholson, left a calling card in the final scene of the box office smash hit. And now Batman fansites are desperately trying to make sure producers pick the right man for the job. Crispin Glover was an early favorite, along with Star Wars' Mark Hamill, who provides the voice of The Joker in the Batman animated series and Aussie actor Lachy Hulme, and now Bettany has got the fans' vote. An insider tells website Batman-on-film.Com that the A Beautiful Mind star is officially in the running to play the evil character." -

Gosh, exciting! Truly exciting! I know I seemed to be constantly gushing about Christian Bale in Batman Begins, but there is definitely a lot of truly fantastic actors in the movie, like Gary Oldman, who is always fun to watch. I like how the Powers That Be for the current Batman movies seemed to be making all the right choices for the movie. Especially in the villians department. I really like Cillian Murphy's Jonathan Crane. He's one of the actors that I will look out for, he totally made the movie 28 Days Later watchable for me. And he's really sorta cute in Batman Begins.

The racelist for The Joker is definitely wow! Crispin Glover and Paul Bettany are fantastic candidates. Just think Crispin Glover in Willard or Charlie's Angels. Excellent portrayal despite the mediocre script. And Paul Bettany, Wimbledon was alright, but his short appearance in A Knight's Tale, definitely Joker material.

I cannot wait for the sequel! And they haven't even started filming it! DRATS!!! Haha. I want to see Michael Caine in Batman suit!!!

Listening to: They Don't Want Music - Black Eyed Peas

Tennis Talk

Oooo, how exciting! Wimbledon Finals, Federer VS Roddick. It's obvious who I want to win, of course. ROGER GO, ROGER GO, ROGER GO GO GO!!! YAAY!

I missed watching Prince Of Tennis, but I have to stop watching, because all the episodes are incomplete. It's a mess. But I sure do miss MY SEIGAKU BOYS! Haha, and also some of the guys from the rival teams like Shishido, David, that sleepy guy from Hyotei, and so much more. Prince Of Tennis might be my favourite anime after Fushigi Yuugi. I LOVE IT.

Ha, ok, I need sleep. Blog later. *grins* Actually, I am gonna watch Captain Corelli's Mandolin for CHRISTIAN BALE! YAAY!

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Random Ramblings

The true Prince Of Tennis in my opinion is really Roger Federer. He's so dashy. I love his tennis style. I think his form is one of the most graceful, yet powerful ones that I've seen.

Watching tennis for about 5 years now, and a player like Roger Federer doesn't really come often. The other player who I think has a nice form is Coria. I don't really know what is considered good or bad, but just which ones that're nice to look at. Ha, I wanna say Carlos Moya, because he has such nice arms, but I think his strokes looks odd sometimes. I don't know.

I LOVE FEDERER!!! Yaay! Haha.

Friday, July 01, 2005

How Is This Gonna End?

I just have to, have to, have to blog about this. I am feeling real warped about this thing that I really DO NOT UNDERSTAND AT ALL. It's crazy. Let me just state for the record that I am sincerely confused about this. Being serious, none of those jokes or nonsense, because this is a really sensitive topic. And before anyone start to get defensive about this topic, do note that, I have the greatest of respect for all the different religions and cultural beliefs we have today, and never seek to insult or offend anyone of any religious persuasion.

Ok, so I just read the blog of this girl who is a very devoted Christian. And throughout the whole blog, she was kinda talking to God and Jesus (? not sure about this part. Christians seems to have this lingo that always escapes me). It's all good, but somehow, it feels like she's talking to a boyfriend or a husband. I don't know. Maybe this is a really blasphemous thing for me to say, but I feel very disturbed after reading her blog.

I do know that for Christians, their love for God and Jesus is definitely not the same kind of love they have for a boyfriend or a husband, but is it really the norm for them to "talk" in such a way? I really don't get it. And that lingo that I was talking about earlier, I am really wondering, why?

I think maybe this girl is one of those new aged, punk chick types, so maybe its just her way of showing her devotion to her faith. Some parts of the blog does seemed like it's not meant to be read. You know, like it's meant for someone other than yourself. I don't know. I still felt strange while reading her blog.

Wow, reading through this current post, I can really see the confusion that's clouding my words. Something serious for a change, eh? Religion is such a sensitive topic, that I have to tread carefully. I mean, I know how it feels. I have encountered people who showed a certain degree of disrespect towards my religion, and I was really mad about it.

I have a lot of faith in my own religion, and do consider myself to be a devotee, in my own way, of course. There should be no other way. I believe that one's belief in religion is really all about the heart and not the deliberate actions that are, more often than not, just for show. Not pointing fingers or anything, but I am sure everyone had seen their share of it.

A person's heart does dictate their actions and what they do. If you have the heart, it saturates the soul, and influences everything else in your life. If the heart is not in it, then, it's rather pointless, ain't it? If you believe in it, just go for it.

I can sing praises about all the many things I have learnt in my religion, except that I have not really learnt anything. What I know is simply the first few pages of a very thick book. It's kind of like a subject at school, where the knowledge is endless, but attainable. Sometimes, when I talk like that, it confuses people. So I don't usually talk about my faith and religion. So what is my religion? Well, it's something that people like to call Buddhism, but what I like to call a Life of Enlightenment.

Well, not used to such a serious entry? I will try to be nonsensical and blah tomorrow.


"Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your ass. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite." - Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

How does he manage to be so artsy and so lewd all at the same time??!!??!

First Post Of The Month!

Sometimes it scares me to see the amount of amateur bloggers out there trying to write intelligent, meaningful stuffs, and end up either revealing things about themselves that they don't really want people to know or looking like a tumbling, tumbling dickweed (ahhh, I love this phrase! Christian Bale said it in American Psycho).

Not saying that there is any set rules for blogging. A blog should be about a person's own shit and crap in life or whatever, a symbol of said person. That said, if any of you have a stupid blog, as long as you are happy with it, grrreeaattt. And I am definitely not saying that I am a fantastic blogger. Most of the time, I am sprouting nonsense, looking like a fool (both real life and in blog) anyway. But I am happy with it. In fact, reading my own blog amuses me a lot. It happens when you love yourself to the point where nothing really penetrates your skull apart from your own greatness and fantasticness (kids, don't use this word. There's no such word... is there?)

But the main thing here is, are you being truthful to yourself in your blog? Do you knock your brains out just to write something to impress? Or do you really feel that way? A blog is a dangerous thing. It can make and break friendships, relationships, impress or disgust people you will probably never get to meet, and totally changes people's opinions about you. Yes, a small blog can be so important.

What bothers me the most is people advertising their blog, then saying "Oh, I just anyhow write my blog." or "Don't pay attention to the things I write, just some nonsense." Come on people! BE PROUD! If you cannot even stay faithful to your own words, then maybe you shouldn't blog. Don't degrade our time with rubbish and nonsense that even you yourself don't like.

I don't mind lousy English or stupid stuffs, you can even insult me if you want, I will try to feel honoured to make this kind of honourary mention. But I have to at least feel that you believe in what you are writing. Not something faked and out to impress. You will be surprised, but it's easy to tell that from the way a person writes. ESPECIALLY IF I KNOW THAT PERSON IN REAL LIFE. What to do? I study Literature. I have to force myself to dissect sentences, just to find the underlying meaning and intent. It's a shit's job, basically, but very useful.

Can't believe I typed so much just to bitch about something so insignificant. I am pretty sure that if I am someone else reading my own blog, I will hate myself. It's disgusting. Ha.

Wow, Davenport VS Mauresmo or something like that. She's pretty, Mauresmo or something like that, I mean. Davenport looks old. I wonder who wins.