Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Should I or should I not.

Should I just click "Add to cart" and checkout with my handy credit card?

$120 (incl. of delivery).

Seems a bit too much for a pair of slippers, which will inevitably be soiled with all the dirt, sand and dust on the floor. Not to mention the agony of stepping into wet and crummy toilets in Singapore/Malaysia when I go home. Not going to dwell much on why grownups can't piss or use the washrooms properly without dirtying the entire place in this post.

But really, this is the sole reason why I don't splurge on shoes. You pay so much, but seriously you are going to step on bird poo, dog poo, human fecal matter etc. when you step out in it. It's inevitable.

It's like putting a few hundred dollars on top of poop.
And that's just plain ridiculous and a waste, innit?

Should I or should I not?

Ahhhh.... the pain of making decisions.

Printing quota, lousy printer, "don't mess with me or I'll snap your neck" and schizo.

After my math lecture, I realise how important a good printer is, especially when you have run out of printing quota (1000+ pages) till Sept 1.

I'm using the lousy HP deskjet printer I have at home. It's not a laser printer, since I don't see the point of owning a laser printer I hardly use. It's just going to sit there and look pretty, while depreciating value all at once.

But what the heck... why must it be goddamn stupid and sucky?!

One bleeding page on 2 fecking pieces of paper.

Only realised that when I flipped to that page during lecture. Had to "join" the paper and write on it till I tape it together when I get home.

So retarded!

My happy "loves pink and Hello Kitty siao char bor" self is temporarily replaced with angry frustrated "don't mess with me or I'll snap your neck" self.

Maybe I'm schizo.

Studies, neglecting blog, arrowhead, Willy Wonka and 4 more to go.

Seems like I've been neglecting this blog. Well, only for a few days but it seems like ages since I've posted anything (stupid quiz notwithstanding).

Neglecting my studies, or my blog? What a tough decision.
Of course the blog loses. Should I not graduate, will I be able to ekk a living through my fecking useless unpopular blog? I think not.

Well I would post more if I could, but due to the fecking assignment being due on Monday morning, I will have to finish, test and correct all POSSIBLE errors by Sunday night because we all know I'm never going to be able to wake up on time to submit the assignment on Monday morning.

Now that Willy Wonka has cast his spell on me (read: I promised a friend I will go), I have sold myself short because the fecking movie screening is on Sunday. Now I have to finish my stupid assignment by Saturday. How is that humanly possible, I do not know.

But lord knows I will try.

So here I am, writing during my 1 hour lunch break before dashing off for my tutorial, announcing to the entire world I will disappear until at least Monday. And by disappear, I mean not posting random junk that no one wants to read AND try to focus all my attention on my studies so I won't flunk my course.

Oh my small nifty program can draw a freaking arrowhead now. It can spin and shit. No kidding. ^_________^

No one can begin to fathom the joy in me. I will declare a public holiday and throw in a few sacrificial offerings ceremonies if I can.

I've completed 6 (out of 10) sections of my assignment. 4 more to go.
4 ultra-difficult ones because I did the easy ones first.


I am soooooooooo screwed.

Wish me luck!

Monday, August 29, 2005

Would you have been a nazi?

The Expatriate
Achtung! You are 7% brainwashworthy, 31% antitolerant, and 28% blindly patriotic
Congratulations! You are not susceptible to brainwashing, your values and cares extend beyond the borders of your own country, and your Blind Patriotism does not reach unhealthy levels. If you had been German in the 30s, you would've left the country.

One bad scenario -- as I hypothetically project you back in time -- is that you just wouldn't have cared one way or the other about Nazism. Maybe politics don't interest you enough. But the fact that you took this test means they probably do. I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt.

Did you know that many of the smartest Germans departed prior to the beginning of World War II, because they knew some evil shit was brewing? Brain Drain. Many of them were scientists. It is very possible you could have been one of them.

Conclusion: born and raised in Germany in the early 1930's, you would not have been a Nazi.

The Would You Have Been A Nazi? Test
- it rules -

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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You scored higher than 0% on brainwashworthy

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You scored higher than 50% on antitolerant

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You scored higher than 34% on patriotic
Link: The Would You Have Been a Nazi Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

Friday, August 26, 2005

Friday lecture, public make out session, Zartharian geeks and I want to shoot myself.

Every Friday during my graphics lecture, I just feel the urge to just put a bullet in my head. Really, some people just make me soo mad/jealous/everything-in-between.

The highlight for this Friday's lecture:

1) Public make out session - Part 1.

On my way to lecture, I spotted a couple soaking up some sun on the school lawn. This is fairly common and most students, including myself, love the sun and the comforting warmth it brings in the bloody winter. What is not so common, was that the guy was on top of the girl, the two of them snogging and god-knows-where-their-hands-were.

And I've seen them doing that EVERYDAY this week on the same lawn, making out.
I wished I brought popcorn and coke.

For crying out loud, get a room. Or just find a secluded corner. You are making the rest of the student population green with envy/revolt. Thank gawd, you're not starting a mass make-out orgy trend on the campus lawn. Whatever will the school do with a few hundred couples making out on school lawns at various locations around school?

2) Public make out session - Part 2.

This sickeningly sweet couple/hornbags were sitting in front of me.
They were kissing. Wrists, necks, ears, cheeks etc. Oh not to mention full blown tongue-ing. Throughout the 3 hour lecture.


Sigh... it must be the impending spring that makes young lovers MAKE OUT in public.

How can they do that to me? I cannot outdo them since I don't have anyone to make out with in lecture.


3) Hopeless Zartharian geeks.

One of the 2 greatest geeks of all time. I think they hail from Planet Zartha. For crying out loud, stop playing with what looks like Magic cards during lecture! They brought their "POWERFUL" collection in those collector albums and started dealing.

You should be at least 20 by now to be where you are in uni. For fuck's sake, keep your Magic cards (so condemned) at home, in your closet, down at the basement, padlocked with LOCKS of steel where no one outside your family should know about.

There is no hope for Zartharian geeks.

Do you now know why I feel like shooting myself?

I'd like to see the world.

create your own visited country map
or check our Venice travel guide

I fully intend to do either a major European cities tour (London, Rome, Paris, Copenhagen, Monaco etc.) or a full blow NYC experience (since I have a 10-year US visa) when I graduate. Interested parties, please contact me for itineraries.

Right now, I just need to graduate and form the perfect plan to 'con' travelling money from parents. Woohoo~~

Thursday, August 25, 2005

I knew I had it in me and how I want to look should I fall preggers.

I knew I had it in me.

Take it here.


Anyway, should I (or any girl with an ounce of self respect) fall preggers in the EXTREMELY DISTANT future, I do not want to look like this.

I want to look like this:

Crown Princess Mary of Denmark.

Stale news, fetal skin cells, NY Times, life sentences and Army recruitment ad.

Was surfing around when I found a few interesting things, on top of those that were already bookmarked and added to "My Favourites".

Sometimes I come across things that make me go "Gee, you mean you can do that NOW?" or "Yeah, why did they do that?" and I fully intend to share with the rest of the world. However, since I have very little time due to extremely poor time management*, I can only bookmark it and hope to write something about it LATER. Before it's stale news.

Old news is one thing. Stale news is just waaaaaaaay unacceptable. It's like telling people that Earth revolves around the Sun, NOW. A few hundred years too late. It's that KINDA feeling.

Anyway. I'm a little disturbed by this, as much as I welcome the advancement in science.

Fetal Skin Cells Found to Be a Promising Treatment for Burns
-- By Elisabeth Rosenthal, International Herald Tribune
Published: August 18, 2005

To read the article, you need to register with nytimes. It's free, unlike some *cough* small *cough* insignificant paper you need to bloody pay for.

If you are too lazy to register, you can read a very very small** paragraph about it at Slate.

Using fetal cells, scientists are able to treat severe burns and other serious skin wounds by using them as a "biological bandage". Urm, in layman's terms, they are using aborted fetuses' skin as a bandage.

Sounds very painful and gross.

Not going to launch into another "Should we or shouldn't we" talk. Ok, maybe just a line or two (or three).

It sounds very cruel and painful, but then again, these are unwanted 'children' (don't know what to call them) aborted by their parents, which makes these children's plight sadder than it already is. Then again, if parents can have another baby just so that the fetus's stem cells/organs can be used to save its siblings, what is wrong with using aborted children to better some other people's lives?

Instead of being forgotten and 'taken care of' at the hospital/facility, it is as if their short existence were for the 'better' good.

That came out a bit wrong. But I hope you get the idea.

Isn't One Life Sentence Enough?
Why the BTK killer got 10.
-- By Daniel Engber
Posted Friday, Aug. 19, 2005, at 3:07 PM PT

Interesting question. And a very interesting answer as well.
Apparently a single life sentence would have given the cold blooded murderer a shot at parole.

If he were to serve 10 concurrent life sentences, meaning all 10 sentences start at the same time, he could have his first parole hearing 15 years later.

But for this murderer in question, he has to serve 10 CONSECUTIVE life sentences. And his only shot at parole will only come 175 years later. He doesn't have a chance in hell.

Read about what he did here.,1280,-5220678,00.html

In other news, the US military is running low on troops and recruitment levels are at an all time low. Hmmm.. how strange. Especially when we hear about the "progress" in Iraq. Anyway the geniuses over at the Army came up with a more family friendly ad.

Uncle Sam Wants Your Parents... to let you enlist.
-- By Seth Stevenson
Posted Monday, Aug. 22, 2005, at 3:16 AM PT

It's targetted more at the parents, making enlisting sounds BETTER than it actually is and 'reassuring' parents that it's the RIGHT choice.

"In one ad, a kid yammers on about the training he'll get. In another, a son tells his mom that the Army will pay for college. OK, so what? We knew about these perks already. Job skills and money are a terrific lure in peacetime, but I don't think they outweigh the fear of getting both arms blown off. Especially in a parent's mind."


* I am, however, very good at managing my time at a mall and theme parks. Will always divide my time appropriately for different shops/rides.

** By small, I mean so short that not much details are mentioned. It's like reading headlines. =/

Microsoft Word, Blogger, malicious attack and I'm not lazy.

Somehow I don't have THAT MUCH faith in Microsoft.

Microsoft is prone to attacks. Really. They have all kinds of patches they URGE users to download because they are SECURITY FLAWS.

Not that I don't like Microsoft, in fact I use Windows XP. It's just that I want ONE LESS thing to worry about.

Anyway I don't think typing the blogger address, logging in to Blogger and then posting the blog entry are THAT difficult. I'm STILL not as lazy as I think I am capable of.

There is still hope.


I love the white English Garden birks!

It's bloody expensive to get it in Australia, not to mention rare and sold out as well. It's AUD$120 for a pair of bloody slippers! Anyway it will still be A LOT cheaper than getting it back in Singapore. Victor said he could get birks for AUD$80 in HK so I didn't buy it.

And now, apparently, this white English Garden birks is SOLD OUT in HK. They only have the black one. *weeeps*

Instead, he is offering to buy me the Cherry birks.

I am not so sure about the Cherry birks. It's cute but it's not my first choice.

Never mind! I shall take the Cherry birks nonetheless!

A pair of birks is better than no birks at all.

The bane of my life.

The bane of my life.


That was written 3 days ago. And I'm glad (or should I be sad) to say, it is STILL the bane of my life.

At least I managed to complete 1 (out of 10) section today.

My wonderful rectangle!
Yes, it may seem nothing much to you but it's a lot to me.

Well, after struggling with heaps and heaps and heaps (and heaps and heaps and ...) of error messages.

The Force is weak in this one.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Magazine covers and art classes.

I enjoy reading, even if that makes me sound extremely boring. Come to think of it, yes I am extremely boring. Unless there are better things to do without me leaving my comfort zone (read: air conditioning, OUT of the sun and least possibility with coming into contact with public transport), I rather veg out at home.

Anyway this is the *cough* free *cough* weekly magazine that the Student Union gives out. Pretty interesting, but sometimes it's the cover that draws my attention, and brings out the desire to reach out my hand and grab a copy.

This week's edition.

It's a circuit board.... or is it...?

Quite creative I must say. To make something interesting out of rubbish-y and ugly things like a bloody circuit board

Found a copy from eons ago. Now I remember why I kept this copy.

It's a pencil drawing and it's nice.

I miss the days when I had art class, the only class where I could scribble and doodle away without pissing my teachers off and receiving PRAISES for it.

And man was I good at drawing. Really. Not your ultra uber cool Marvel comics type of drawings, more of the classical landscape still-life kind of drawings.

I miss my art classes.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Soulmate, attitude towards life, missing him and imaginary friends.

When 2 people are so right for each other, they should be happy that they have found each other.

But when they find each other too early or too late, when they each have other commitments and obligations, should they feel sad?

I guess it depends if you are the type who sees the glass as half-empty or half-full. If you are the positive type, you will have felt happy that you met this person and remain contented with you 2 being the bestest buddies the world can offer.

On the other hand, you will question everything in life. Why does it have to be you? The one who misses out on his/her soulmate. The one who misses EVERYTHING.

Oh well.


I looked at the calendar today. It's been slightly over 2 months since the whole episode. I still think about him everyday.

He has become my imaginary friend, of sorts. Afterall, he did exist once. I guess it's not healthy to pretend he's there but I can't seem to really picture him gone. Not really.

Things he said are being replayed in my head, especially when I lay in bed concluding my thoughts for the day before I doze off. I can almost hear him wishing me good night. And with that, I smile and close my eyes, drifting off into unconsciousness, wishing him goodnight as well.


Sometimes I do wonder if I am alright. Afterall, normal people don't have imaginary friends. Perhaps it may be my way of coping, and coming to terms with things.

Going to a housewarming party tomorrow night. Woohoo!

Graphics lecture, Animatrix and appreciation.

Sat through the long ass Computer Graphics lecture today. All 3 hours of it. All that Bezier and B Spline crap are making my head hurt.

As usual, the lecturer showed us movie clips from Pixar and other major production houses during the 3rd hour of the lecture. And today, he showed us a really silly mtv CSE made to discourage plagiarism. All to the 'fantastic' mtv of 'Hero - Enrique Inglesias'. Complete with out of place beanie.

Have you ever wondered where the Pixar lamp came from?

Well, it came from its own short feature film! It's called Luxo Jr. Academy award winning, fantabulous "Luxo Jr."

John Lasseter, Steve Jobs (Apple guy) and the rest of the crew at Pixar are my heroes.

Of course, I won't forget all the heroes over at ILM. And Square Enix.

Watched Animatrix today. The movie never fails to amaze me and I can't wait to fly home and watch my dvd. Anyway, useless details aside.

-- Scene taken from Animatrix: Final Flight of The Osiris

Computer graphics. Most people don't really care about it, after all they are just there to enjoy their $10 ticket by watching and absorbing mindless plots. Graphics are just there to make the movie pretty.

Yes, graphics make the movie pretty. When you are blissfully unaware of all that mathematical logics and weird-ass computing algorithms behind graphics that make movies so wonderful, you enjoy the movie like any other popcorn flick you paid $10 bucks to watch.

When you know all the shitz involved in JUST making a curve LOOK smooth and 'natural', you just watch the animations/effects in total AWE.

Those people are gods, I tell ya.


Lovely beings, 11 countries and please come again.

Just before the day is over, I would like to share with all you lovely beings out there this piece of glorious fact.

People from 11 countries visit this blog, all in the space of 1 DAY.

I don't know what I did, or why they visit this space, but it makes me happy. And it makes me want to visit the UK, Sweden, Spain, Estonia and 'Other' countries. Not that I don't want to visit other countries, but these are the ones I haven't been to. So, yeah.

Thanks for dropping by, even though no one left a comment! Please come again! (in Apu's best Kwiky mart voice)

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Computer graphics, jogl problems, horrible high heels and all my flats are belong to them.

I tried doing my work. In all honesty and all that cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die speech, I tried to do my fecking Graphics assignment.

But when I tried to see what my lecturer wrote in his program, I got this:

C:\Documents and Settings\something.....\dsed>java DSEdit
Exception in thread "main" java.lang.UnsatisfiedLinkError: no jogl in java.library.path
at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadLibrary(
at java.lang.Runtime.loadLibrary0(
at java.lang.System.loadLibrary(


God I hate installing weird shit and re-doing CLASSPATH in Windows.
So far, on my course forum, no one else has this problem. Why does it have to be me?

Seriously, all the weird shit ONLY happens to me. No one up there likes me.


And while trying to sort this mess, I've gorged on chocolate coated macademia nuts. Not good. All that sugar is making my head hurt like elephants trying to stomp their way out of my skull. Don't ask me why there are elephants in my head. They are just there. Along with grey matter.

And since I can't fecking do my assignment, I've decided to post more irrelevant nonsense here. I mean, I don't think anyone who visits here knows what the flying fish is wrong with jogl.jar and the fecking .dll files.


Ok.. breathe girlie, breathe. Back to normal sweet, cheery and peaceful transmission.

Lijun started work and the straps on the poor girl's shoes broke on her way home and had to 'limp' home. Sigh. Well, thank her lucky stars she wasn't wearing heels.

On another note, I really don't get women who put up with heels.

Yes, I know at some point in a woman's life, she has to wear the bleedin' heels. Whether for prom, work, interviews, parties, wedding etc. At some point in time, the female population cannot escape from heels. There is no escape, my non-male friends.

Unless if you are a drag queen. =/

*awkward silence*


Oh well.

Nowadays when I pass by the malls, I see women looking at heels. Heck, some of my friends ONLY wear heels. Even tv, with all its grand but evil brainwashing powers, has convinced every woman on Earth that she needs at least a pair of Manolos, a pair of Jimmy Choos. And that is just from Sex And The City alone.

Yes they make your legs look good. Long and lean legs, and you get to smell the fresher air in the 1.8m atmosphere, instead of the 1.6m crowded smelly and stinky environment where everyone resides and exhales. And yes, they do make outfits look better.

But seriously, it hurts. It hurts to high heaven when you wear heels. Even $800 heels from Manolos. Prom was the first and the last time I attempted heels. I could barely walk, despite practising at home. I sat down for most of that night. And when my friends decided to crash a party at Westin (or whatever hotel in ANOTHER part of the city), I obliged and we walked from Orchard to wherever Westin was.

Bloody hell.

My feet suffered. I had blisters EVERYWHERE. On my ankles, on my toes, between my toes (OUCH!!!), my heels, the bottom of my feet etc. Basically anywhere with skin had blisters.

And that concludes my experience with heels. Proud to say I've never touched a pair since.

Shoes are important. You don't want to limp everywhere, or sit down during prom when everyone is having the time of their lives. Really, you don't want to do that. Get good shoes.

Anyway I wear flats now. A big fan.

Pretty pink flats. Delman from Bergdorf.

Even the good people over at Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo get this. And they are trying to invade the non-heel world.

Manolo Blahnik's Oriental flats.

All my flats are belong to them.

Anyway, my point is, unless you are really gifted with great balancing skills and skin that doesn't blister easy, stay away from heels.

Even if they are pricey and all glam lookin'. Even if someone buys you Manolos or Jimmy Choos. And if you DO have to wear them, I mean some guerilla forces have demanded you do that or suffer a terrible terrible fate, arm yourself with all the plasters that Band-Aid makes.

Blisters hurt.

Ryan Adams, Wonderwall, mope-y, and all you 10 people.

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I am in love with Ryan Adams's Wonderwall now.

Yes, it's exactly the same song as Oasis's Wonderwall. I like Oasis, but Ryan Adams just makes this song so much better. Oasis has the whiny angsty version, and Adams has this really mope-y and downright helpless version. Which I think he nailed it good.

Which I think is better.

Until I find a way to host the song for free (Ed: don't have enough money for my own frivolous spending, much less the money to host stuff for strangers), you guys can scour the Internet or start a song-finding quest (legal or otherwise).

Yes, all you 10 people who visit this place.

p.s. 10 is a good number, not too shabby and not popular.

Shopgirl, Lost in translation, Love Actually, Park Hyatt Tokyo and english blokes.

Just watched the trailer for Shopgirl. Found it nice, and I have a feeling it's going to be a bittersweet movie.

Somehow it reminds me of "Lost In Translation", but not quite. I guess it's the overall settings of the 2 movies, finding companionship and love in big cities, that make them so similar.

Oh, and they filmed "Lost In Translation" at Park Hyatt Tokyo. Swanky hotel that gives you your room keys with Tiffany & Co's keyring. And the lobby is at the 50-something floor. Your bathroom overlooks the busy city of Tokyo and Japan is just beautiful. Way too cool. Should you visit Tokyo, you might want to drop in at Park Hyatt. It's somewhere in Nishi-Shinjuku.

Anyway, I digress.

I love these stories, and even "Love Actually". Read reviews that blasted Love Actually, saying that the movie is disjointed etc. Well, I like it. Especially Colin Firth's part. Makes you go "AWWWwwwww" everytime you THINK about it. Yes, you don't even have to WATCH it to go "AWWWwwwww".

Have I ever mentioned I love English blokes? Not the football hooligans, noooooo. I am referring to Liam Neeson, Colin Firth, Alan Rickman, Ralph Fiennes and co.

There's something about them. Not your pretty boys who know jack about anything. There's just SOMETHING about them. =)

Gawd they make you swoon.

Go watch the trailer!

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Friendships, relationships and the days we just hung out.

Was just chatting to a friend on msn while waiting for a few friends to pop by my place. Supposed to have a birthday dinner for one of the guys. It's 8.30pm and I'm still waiting.

Anyway we were reminiscing about the days when there were no relationships. Or rather, relationships didn't interfere with friendships that much.

I miss the days when we could just throw everything behind and head straight to the beach. The days when we just sit back, relax, and chill with Starbucks coffee in hand. The days when we just sit around school, laughing at the smallest things.

The days when we just hung out.

Now that we have all "grown up", we have relationships. Boyfriends and girlfriends come first, because after all, these are the potential candidates whom you may just spend the rest of your lives with, right? What does that make friends? People who will leave you? People whom you will not spend the rest of your lives with?

Friendships have taken a backseat to relationships. Sometimes friendships from waaaaaaay past have to make way for relationships. I understand that. It's just that friends are just as important as well.

Who is going to have your back when shit hits the fan? Who is the first person you are going to turn to when your heart gets broken? Who has been the one growing up with you?

However some people may not think this way. After all friends are not going to have children with you (!!!).
"Relationships are important, and if we are truly good pals, we would understand this."
Seriously though, if you do this to your friends long enough, ignore them long enough, you will realise that one day you won't have anyone left.

After all, if we are truly good pals, you would understand I don't like being taken for granted.

Long quiz "Have you ever ..?"

A long ass quiz. And I've been completely honest.

Have you ever:
( ) Smoked a cigarette.
( ) Smoked a cigar.
( ) Made out with a member of the same sex.
( ) Crashed a friend's car.
( ) Stolen a car.
(X) Been in love.
(X) Been dumped. (sort of.)
(X) Shoplifted.
( ) Been fired.
( ) Been in a fist fight.
(X) Snuck out of your parents' house.
(X) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.
( ) Been arrested.
( ) Made out with a stranger.
(X) Gone on a blind date.
(X) Lied to a friend.
(X) Had a crush on a teacher.
(X) Skipped school.
(X) Slept with a co-worker. (Just plain sleeping on the same bed, with no intention of having sex.)
( ) Seen someone die.
( ) Been to Canada.
( ) Been to Mexico.
(X) Been on a plane.
( ) Thrown up in a bar.
( ) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire. (?!!!!)
(X) Eaten sushi.
( ) Been snowboarding.
(X) Met someone because of Friendster.
( ) Been moshing at a concert.
( ) Been in an abusive relationship.
(X) Taken painkillers.
(X) Love someone right now.
(X) Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by.
( ) Made a snow angel.
(X) Had a tea party.
(X) Flown a kite.
(X) Built a sand castle.
(X) Gone puddle jumping.
(X) Played dress up.
(X) Jumped into a pile of leaves.
( ) Gone sledding.
(X) Cheated while playing a game.
(X) Been lonely.
(X) Fallen asleep at work/school.
(X) Used a fake ID.
(X) Watched the sun set.
(X) Felt an earthquake.
( ) Touched a snake.
(X) Been tickled.
( ) Been robbed.
( ) Robbed someone.
(X) Been misunderstood.
(X) Pet a reindeer/goat. (I think petting a deer is the same thing.)
(X) Won a contest.
( ) Ran a red light.
( ) Been suspended from school.
( ) Had detention.
( ) Been in a car accident.
( ) Had braces. (But I have the intentions of getting it done.)
( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night. (No.. would have OD-ed on all that milk and sugar)
(X) Had déjà vu.
( ) Danced in the moonlight. (damn it. i wish to.)
(X) Hated the way you look.
(X) Witnessed a crime. (does a traffic accident count?)
( ) Pole danced. (can't dance for shitz.)
(X) Questioned your heart.
(X) Been obsessed with Post-It notes. (I have them in 3 colors.)
( ) Squished barefoot through the mud.
(X) Been lost.
( ) Been to the opposite side of the country.
(X) Swam in the ocean. (I hate the salty seawater.)
(X) Felt like dying.
(X) Cried yourself to sleep.
(X) Played cops and robbers.
(X) Recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers.
(X) Sung karaoke. ("More Than Words" - Extreme in 1996.)
(X) Paid for a meal with only coins. (had $20 something dollars in coins.)
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't. (see “cry myself to sleep”)
(X) Made prank phone calls. (at 3am to check if he/she is sleeping. "Hello? You sleeping?")
( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose.
( ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue.
( ) Kissed in the rain. (Damn. No!)
( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus.
( ) Been kissed under a mistletoe.
(X) Watched the sun set with someone you care about.
(X) Blown bubbles.
(X) Made a bonfire on the beach.
(X) Crashed a party.
( ) Have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people. (If I have to travel for 5 days, I will get on a plane.)
(X) Gone rollerskating/blading. (Yes, in '98. Gawd, I sucked.)
(X) Had a wish come true.
(X) Worn pearls. (I love pearls. Classy.)
( ) Jumped off a bridge. (Not that suicidal. Yet.)
( ) Screamed "penis" in class.
( ) Ate dog food.
( ) Told a complete stranger you loved them.
(X) Sang in the shower.
(X) Have a little black dress. (You got that right. The one I overdressed in. Basket.)
( ) Had sex in a park. (Kinky! sadly, no.)
(X) Had a dream that you married someone. (YES YES YES!)
(X) Glued your hand to something.
( ) Got your tongue stuck to a pole.
( ) Kissed a fish.
(X) Worn the opposite sex's clothes.
( ) Been a cheerleader.
( ) Sat on a roof top.
( ) Had sex in a church. (Blasphemous!)
(X) Screamed at the top of your lungs.
( ) Done a one-handed cartwheel. (huh?)
(X) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours. (International call and yes, and my phone bill was horrendous.)
(X) Stayed up all night.
( ) Didn’t take a shower for a week.
(X) Pick and ate an apple right off the tree.
(X) Climbed a tree.
( ) Had a tree house.
(X) Are scared to watch scary movies alone. (After the trauma "The Ring" inflicted on me.)
(X) Believe in ghosts. (I hear things.)
(X) Have more then 30 pairs of shoes. (Now? or since I was born?)
(X) Worn a really ugly outfit to school. (I brought an ugly bag.)
( ) Gone streaking.
( ) Played ding-dong-ditch.
( ) Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on.
(X) Been told you're hot by a stranger. (Yay!)
( ) Broken a bone.
(X) Been easily amused.
( ) Caught a fish then ate it.
( ) Caught a butterfly.
(X) Laughed so hard you cried.
( ) Cried so hard you laughed.
(X) Cheated on a test.
(X) Forgotten someone's name.
(X) Slept naked.
(X) French braided someone’s hair.
( ) Gone skinny dipping in a pool.
( ) Been kicked out of your house.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Those were the days.

Sometimes I miss the days when Victor and I were both self-sufficient.

Yes, we didn't have much of a life. Not even a semblance of life since most of our time was dedicated to endless school work and commitments. We barely had time for meals, and most of the time, instant noodles with a side of eggs and/or ham would be good enough. The occasional homecooked food was godsend. And yumcha sessions were like a treat.

We didn't have much. But we were contented and happy, even with instant noodles.

Now that he has gone home, things have changed. Most of the people I know have gone home, since their courses take a shorter time than mine. So there's 5 of us left, 3 of which I am pretty close to.

Ever since EVERYONE left, we have clung onto one another, which is a good thing. Meals outside became frequent, and so did the "Let's go for coffee" sessions. It's not much if you don't add it up.

Now it has come to my attention that everytime I go out with friends, a simple coffee
session will set me back $20 at least. Not to mention the occasional purchases here and there.

I'm not complaining that I'm broke. Just rambling to myself how more time with friends = more money spent on coffee and purchases.

Somewhere along the previous sentence, something doesn't sound right. =/
Ok, I've already lost my train of thought, or whatever point I was trying to bring up.

Anyhoo, I'm supposed to go to the premiere of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Sept 4. I have already bought the ticket, and my farking lecturer has just handed out the assignment.

Due 10am Sept 5.


Looking back at previous examples of how I finish my assignments, which is usually 5 minutes before the deadline, I don't see how I can get my ass to the premiere and STILL finish the damn assignment on time.


And a friend has a problem. I'm not sure if I can help. I mean I can help to a certain extent, but sigh....

This has been the shittiest year EVER.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Plastic-ish notes and billfold wallets.

I have this thing against all plastic-ish dollar notes. What is up with that? So we hate paper now?

Sometimes I have a crisp uncreased note and when I pay for something, I get creased notes with dog-eared corners. And being all plastic-ish, it cannot be easily folded back.

Yes, I'm being very picky and anal about this. Just like how my towels hand to be hung such that the 2 corners meet. Not an end longer than the other.

Which is why I think I need to get a new wallet. Maybe a billfold type of wallet. My current one is a pink Coach wallet, a little like the middle one in the last row.

My brother says mine looks worn and almost fake-ish. It's not fake, and of course it is WORN because I've been using it for a few years now! I'm thinking of getting the red one at the bottom right corner. Maybe in white. It's a legit buy, since I hate creased and dog-eared notes. Woohoo!

My pink Coach wallet.

The one I want. But in the wrong color.

Shall try hinting to my parents and family when my birthday is around the corner. Woohoo~!

DVD rentals, crappy Chinese, ruined greeting cards, Natalie Portman and other celebs.

Since I stay above Civic Video (it's something like Blockbuster), it's very convenient for me to just pop downstairs to grab a few dvds to while my time away. It used to be a wine/beer store which made booze the easiest and most convenient thing to buy.

Rented 'Closer' and 'In Good Company'.

Borrowed "The Sea Inside" from a friend (he rented it.) and it's amazing to know that the chinese translation for the movie is roughly feelings in the heart, or something along those lines.

My Chinese is crap now, and it's evident from my writing (and the translation above). My mom asked me to write typical chinese greetings on Chinese New Year cards so she could send them to business clients earlier this year. In the end I had to put white liquid paper over Chinese New Year cards, which were conveniently printed on bright red/pink papers. It's embarassing, especially when you have a big white splotch on red cards.

The screwed up job I did on the New Year cards. I'm not sure if my mom sent those out. =/

And have I ever mentioned that I DO NOT think the cast of Desperate Housewives is hot? Maybe with the exception of Eva Longoria. But Teri Hatcher is really, urm, not hot. On the other hand, Natalie Portman is hot. Even in a cutesy short bob haircut, Natalie beats Teri hands down.

Perhaps it has something to do with youth, or unbotoxed faces.

Mischa is hot too. She's pretty, tall and lanky, in her own anorexic-looking kinda way.

Even in checkered purple tablecloth-ish dress.

Marcia Cross has weird orange hair, and her face looks very botoxed. Almost witch like. Maybe she has VERY smooth and tight skin, but if she's having the Botox thing done, she's overdoing it.

And she looks a little like Miranda Richardson, who happened to play the role of a witch before.

Nicollette Sheridan?

One word: Tacky. Enough said.

Enough criticising for a day, I guess. I'm no fancy dresser (not the type who wakes up at ungodly hours to choose the RIGHT outfit or blowdry her hair), nor am I a looker, so who am I to say anything about how they look or what they wear.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Dumb test.

Took the test at . Damn it. I sound so boring. So typical.

Recipe and disclaimer.

This entry is for Joan.

I don't know who you are and being the kindest person (also one with a lot of 'free' time), I tried typing out the recipe but I gave up somewhere in the Ingredients paragraph. Too lazy.

I took photos of it, and feel free to copy them.

Damn, I am such a nice person. ;)

1) Ingredients

2) Method

3) Chef's tips.

Disclaimer: does not guarantee or promise that this dish will turn out superbly. Follow recipe at your own discretion. Any side effects e.g. vomitting, diarrhoea, dizziness, fever, rashes etc. might be due to unhygienic or improper handling of food. Please consult the physician near you should you experience any discomfort.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Expenditure and guilt.

After 'fessing up to Victor about my expenditure for the month of July, he's now pissed off.

And I feel immensely guilty about squandering money like this. Nothing beats bringing out guilt like disappointment.

School, discrete maths, computer graphics, geeky classmates, Napoleon Dynamite and coffee.

A little something about school. As much as I 'enjoy' school, I am finding discrete maths a whole lot more enjoyable than computing. And I like maths just as much as the next person (read: not a lot).

Discrete maths is not really like your regular maths where 1 + 1 = 2. It's more like proving stuff. Say,

"All cats are orange in color. Garfield is orange in color. Is Garfield a cat?"

Yes, it's about proving all that nonsensical stuff in weird mathematical symbols. Now we're doing this set algebra, which is ok.

What I cannot stand, is my computer graphics tutorials. It's not so much the content that I dislike, it's more the students that makes my skin crawl. Some of them are really Napoleon Dynamite-ish. Ewww. And they adore computing jokes. Hello? That's like so weird and geeky. Major geek fest. Look at my tutorial.

When I saw it, I didn't really any idea what the heck is going on. But this Chinese guy and this geeky Australian started cracking jokes and talking VERY LOUDLY on how to improve the specs and performance of the computers.

What the flying fish?! Can they stop exuding that overbearing eager geekiness? Seriously, stop. Every attempt at trying to show off (maybe they are really keen on improving the specs. Whatever.), it just irks me to no end. It's really really lame.

Why can't they be cool and laid back or just the good ol-fashioned shut-up, and not gush at how 1 MByte of VRAM is sooooo not enough and you need god-knows-how-much VRAM to make Quake look good on desktop. PLEASE. GET. A. LIFE.

Finally finished my math test. And I'm feeling pretty good about it! Maybe that's why I like maths now. Watching Napoleon Dynamite.

It's quite good actually. Without giving away too much, I can just say that Napoleon is a very awkward teenager with WEIRD thinking in a typical small town high school, complete with jocks and beauty queens. This is not a new movie, and you can get this anywhere I guess, even at your local pirate stall dvd store.

Nothing beats sitting back and enjoying a cuppa hot coffee or chocolate.


Phonecall. Ok, going out now.

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