The Sims 2 for Mac is coming soon

The Sims 2 for Mac is coming soon - Joystiq

thank you, thank you, thank you, but i'm broke!

the poor little rich attention whore is back

i've actually been posting to drafts the past few days. ones and zeros make up most of my life.

my MasterCard arrived. it's probably been around for a some time, just that no one's checked the mail in a while.

i signed it kind of, well, off. the first pen i used i did with a flourish, but it lacked ink. crucial factor in pens. the second pen i used had too thin a nib, and i was a bit frazzled from ruining my MasterCard, and the signature is wobbly. and doesn't cover the faint signature from the first signing.

sigh. and i was so excited. never mind that i have only thirty dollars in my account. after all, we are the poor little rich family, and i am the poor little rich boy.

"sucks to be you!"

ever had you face really burn up? not to the point of extreme pain and wanting to slice your cheeks off, but enough for you to want to die?

yeah. sucks to be me.

nokia: connecting who, exactly?

this month on Crimewatch:

Nokia: Connecting Theives!

it's like a Nokia commercial gone wrong. or right. one guy on a Nokia Wireless Headset HDW-2 buglarizes a flat while his lookout is connected to him on her Nokia Dual Headset HDD-1.

say goodbye to aaron khoo

ever since i moved my blog here, i've tried to keep the title of each blog entry to either the title or part of the lyric of a song. because i was no longer typing out the title, date and time fields of each blog entry, i didn't really want to spend time deciding on and putting aside a seperate field for whatever song i was listening to or had listened to that day. so i compensated by making it the title. not that anyone noticed or gave a shit. not that i asked anyone either, but i don't really think anyone did anyway.

i'm sort-of closing this blog. if i ever post again it will definitely be here. but last night when yet another part of my sky collasped on me i realized that what most people would call a friend and bitch about, or go to school, find a friend and bitch about, i post on to my blog. it's not like i don't want it to be on my blog or anything, if anyone here knows me you'd know that i firmly believe that all dirty laundry should be aired. loudly, and in the wide open. but for some strange reason i've had an epiphany that my blog shouldn't be its first stop.

i don't know if it's socially normal or acceptable to have someone on call to just bitch with. i don't really know anything about social norms. but whatever. my social circle's going to disappear from my sight soon, anyway.

this'll teach me to decide to want to call at half-past twelve.

Gilmore Girls: Season 5, Episode 1; Say Goodbye To Daisy Miller

so pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time to move on

can you imagine no:
love?
pride?
deep-fried chicken?
your best friend always sticking up for you, even when i know you're wrong?

can you imagine no:
first dance?
freeze-dried romance?
five-hour phone conversation?
the best soy latte you've ever had,

and me?

i wanted to take a shot at a five-hour phone conversation today. but after being mildly berated i didn't really feel like trying anymore.

why didn't she just tell me that my first aunt was going to come over at five-thirty?

"i remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn"

could have been listening to Photobooth after the train doors closed; i felt miserable while riding the train from Aljunied down to Kallang and walking back to my aunt's.

but had i known that it was all just going to go to heck like it did, i probably would've just let the bus do its thing.

it's a monstertrucker

life in mono: Popagandhi Warehouse (Bedroom) Sale

so, my two purchases from the above arrived today [which reminds me: must confirm receipt], and it was mildly disappointing because Daisies Of The Galaxy was the edited version. which means track seven is "It's A Monstertrucker" instead of the original "It's A Motherfucker".

it irritates me to no end, but i'm forcing myself to push it aside because i'll mostly be listening to it on my iPod anyway, and i can just go source a download of the original and slip it in place.

plus, aaron. remember that it was eight dollars. HMV wanted over forty dollars for it, even if it was the original, unedited version.

and all at once i knew, i knew at once

so. i am probably never going to wear that jersey again.

punk debutante

My Very Own Glob {Curiosa Felicitas}: Pay it all over the place

hee.

i didn't want anything more to do with the outside world

i hate the government. they are outside the block now, drilling/hacking holes on the outside wall of the lift shafts, and then filling them up again. according to the notice posted at places in the estate, it's called "repair". fuck off. what kind of repair is filling up holes you've just made in the wall?

i hate hate hate the fucking noise being made by the fucking construction workers who are working for the fucking government.

and before i go, another thing to gripe about. it took me six months, but suddenly i've realized living here [at my aunt's] "somewhat" restricts me. back with my immediate family, my mom would decide that i was going and chase me out the house whenever i told her i was undecided about going out somewhere with friends. like pool, or xuan's house, watching other people get wasted. i don't like going out, and she knows it, and she's worried i'll become even more introverted. not that she knows what that word means. but can i help it if i don't want anything more to do with the outside world?

you should have seen her last week when i told her i was thinking about going to Zouk, but thought it wasn't my kind of place. she told me that she didn't like it much either, but i SHOULD go so i could find out if it really didn't like it, how would i know unless i went?

now, though, even planning to meet patrick to buy the Sony MDR-EX71S in-ear earphones off him needs to be contrived and secretive and frustrating and troublesome, on more levels than one.

and now, i need to get ready to go. because therapy for my grandpa begins in forty-five minutes at the hospital.

i take my twist with a shout

so the Killers have invaded iTunes. only a matter of time, what with The O.C. taking them on. wonder how long before the Walkmen arrive on the scene.

also, the Cardigans have released an iTunes Originals album. which i cannot buy unless i have a billing address that's in the States [or somewhere in well-known Europe, but tracks are more expensive to Europeans, i think]. i want it. but i literally cannnot buy it. why, oh, why.

where's my MasterCard? i cannot wait two business weeks, damn it. and what, exactly, is two business weeks? Amazon stands to earn a lot off me once i get that MasterCard, and i want my CDs. now. even though it'll still take a week for them to arrive after i place my order. i've already given up making a list and deleted it because if i make a list i'll remember exactly what i want to order when i can order, and that will leave a very, very, very huge dent in bank account.

in other consumerist/materialistic/superficial news, i have decided to go to the Clarks store at United Square tomorrow to look for shoes that might fill up the hole that the pair of Kenneth Cole "Debt Free" loafers have left in my heart. look below for a link to see what those shoes look like, because those are a fine pair of shoes.

rich

Apple - iBook G4

Apple: i do not think it's funny that you update the iBook line so that it's more or less now a PowerBook in sheep's clothing, minus some add-ons most people won't need. the next PowerBook had better be the PowerBook G5. i don't think i could live with not having the fastest 12" PowerBook G4.

i'd've linked you to the main Apple page, which is all about the new iBook right now, but i didn't want to create a main link which would break later on and have people clicking on it and wondering what the new U2-edition iPod/60GB iPod with color screen and photo-sharing capabilities/updated PowerBook G4/PowerBook G5/whatever Apple decides to make me want next have to do with the updated iBooks. though if they next replace it with an updated PowerBook G4/new PowerBook G5 it would have relavance, but that would not be necessary as it would have its own post and rant to go with it.

anyway, if you really want to see the iBook on the main Apple page, it can't be too difficult to type "www.apple.com" into your browser, can it?

mad world

but one example of the sad state junior college students are in:

Romanticism: Ah, sweet freedom

waltz #1

An ant just crawled across the bottom left corner of my Palm Tungsten T. What the heck was it doing in/on my Palm?

Anyway. I just got back into bed from getting out of bed just to flip open my PowerBook and watch episode four of the fifth season of Gilmore Girls. Lorelai Gilmore is one amazing woman.

It's frustrating how some things change so much you no longer recognize them, some things won't ever change, and other things change so often you've learnt to recognize the change instead. Of course, none of you are going to understand this. I have too much too say and too little patience to work with the stylus on the ridiculously grippy screen protector for any extended period of time. palmOne really needs to come out with a Tungsten-series PDA that has a built-in keyboard, WiFi, doesn't look fugly like the Tungsten C, retains Bluetooth, and goes back to the slider form factor.

wet to set in one minute flat.

"Hey! You do not harass the voters. This is not Florida."

i love everything. i love to be around money

Kenneth Cole Online Store

god, i have extremely expensive taste. the only pair of shoes i want to buy, and they're three hundred singapore dollars [converted from the US online store's USD price, which means they may cost even more here]? wowzee wowza. and the name of the shoe's Debt Free. wait two weeks. if you still want them, then you can start thinking of ways to get them. it's a very good thing that i don't have a credit card, because they would be mine by now if i had one.

- "Andrew Ridgley", Black Box Recorder

drag your blanket blindly

Another reason to loathe Nokias: My last blog entry got chewed up, for no good reason. It was incredibly long, taking into consideration the fact that it was thumbed out on the abhorrent keypad of a Nokia 8310. Will this post escape this screen? Lets find out...

how to fight loneliness

I'm home again. I don't know why. I'm typing this out on my sister's mobile phone. It is a Nokia. Clearly, i am desperate. The Sims 2 CD-ROMs are with my brother. He is at my aunt's. I was supposed to be at dax's now, on the pretext of having sent my sister home from my aunt's and it being too late to catch a bus back. Matt's parents weren't keen on him bringing booze over to dax's, whatever that understatement's supposed to mean, so it was off, since i left all my cash at my aunt's and have fifteen dollars left in my bank account. I need to, want to drink, because the sky is falling again, and i'm falling with it. The bank's taking us to court. And after we're made homeless and penniless by this apartment of my dad's, the other one which we've only paid twenty percent of will be waiting in the wings, lawsuit waiting.

good i feel bad

I want to go back.

caught by the river

Can't sleep. I keep thinking about mimosas (the drink, not the plant, and i'm quite sure I've spelt it wrong) because i wanted to get one but ended up with a screwdriver. Ten points to whoever can guess why i wanted a mimosa. Must sleep. Busy day tomorrow. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Must sleep.

we've had enough

So i'm lying on my back now, at xuan's house, listening to dax and xuan talk about secondary school. I've spent most of my available cash and bank balance today, on food, wine and, almost, song. I suddenly like clubbing. I found yet another place to check out for shoes. My Ericsson wants me to stop.

dice

Does this work? If you're reading this, then it must, i guess.

Who needs moblogs when you have a GPRS-enabled Ericsson T68m that will do email as well? Blogger, Ericsson and Palm are my heroes. For now.

I'm at home. There is no internet access. my iPod is plugged into the Panasonic CD Stereo System. I just finished playing The Sims 2 on the home Dell Dimension 8250 [which needs, by the way, more RAM & a better GPU. Sadly it will only take the rare and expensive RDRAM variety, and a good GPU costs lots], and now am writing this on my Palm Tungsten T, connected to the internet courtesy of my brother's Sony Ericsson T618. Why not my own Ericsson T68m? Because that bugger owes me. Big-time.

I should go to bed. May have to go out twice tomorrow before i head back to my aunt's.

- "Dice (featuring Beth Orton)", Finley Quaye

clint eastwood

as if the Hummer H1 & H2 weren't enough, what's left of the world's oil and the air in Los Angeles is now positively cowering in fear: the Hummer H3 has been found. ew.

Hummer H3 unwrapped

and after looking it up a bit, it appears Hummer is pitching this H3 as a mid-sized SUV, to compete with SUVs like the Cadillac SRX and BMW X3.

right. when the X3 would fit inside the SRX, and the SRX would fit inside the H3.

urban complex

you know what's depressing? looking at this:

Academic Affairs Office

- "Urban Complex", Maxis, from the SimCity 3000 Soundtrack

photobooth

i don't know why i'm thinking so much about this now, to the point of obsession. I got out of bed a hour ago, to watch the pilot of The O.C., because i said i would yesterday but forgot, and immediately after i finished watching it and went back to bed, i was thinking about the instances when i really thought that i was, if not "cool", then at least not an utterly depressed [and possibly repressed], complete social retard.

And one time that stood out was the day the 2003 "O" Level Examination results came out. I wore my Levi's jeans and a brown Esprit short-sleeved shirt printed with a snowboarder motif. Total value: easily eclisped two hundred dollars.

It wasn't the results themselves [but i did get an A1 in english language, frankly all i wanted, even if the rest of my grades were dismal], and what i wore was only a part of it. Cause after the whole shindig in school matt, xuan, jiun, someone i've forgotten and i went to the Cafe Cartel along East Coast Road and had lunch. We talked about results, they talked about junior colleges, matt told me i should try for Law & Management, i noticed that Gilmore Girls was showing on the television sets they had inside Cafe Cartel,

After lunch we [matt, xuan & i] made plans to meet at Somerset later for a gig that was playing at The Third Place. I had no idea where that was, and i'd never been to a gig before.
all i knew was that i wanted to go.

But it was hours away. And if i had to go home and be alone to wait it out i know that i wouldn't be able to make myself leave the house again. So i thought of places to crash. School was out, matt's was out, i decided to head into the city by myself and see if there was any of my interest to be held there.

I ended up mooching about library@orchard, a subway stop down from Somerset. When five o'clock came i headed down to Somerset and met up with matt. finding out xuan was going to be late, we headed to the Burger King across the road from the station, where i bought a large iced lemon tea, we chatted, and matt played Billards on my Palm.

When we found out xuan was going to head there on his own [his jam session with some people i didn't know ended late], we headed off in search of the bus service he told us to take, crossing two roads to get to the bus-stop on the other side of Somerset station. we couldn't find it. decided that it was probably to be found a stop downstream, so matt and i trudged through the foliage on the side of the road to get to the bus-stop down the road. you weren't supposed to be walking there, and i can just imagine the numbers of drivers, headlights dazzling the bushes, wondering that the two teenage boy making their way along the road, half on the dirt, half on asphalt, were trying to do. besides trying to maintain my balance on the dirt and trying to to fall, i was also looking up the bus service on the internet, on my Ericsson. i kept getting an error message saying that the service was not found, and i told matt, "if we get there, and it's not there, we're taking a cab."

matt was all, "really?", and when we got to the bus-stop and found that the service wasn't available there, i dragged him to the Wisma Atria cab-stand to wait for a cab. i remember seeing a Lexus ES300, matt saying that "it's a fucking Camry!", and i said something that must have sounded inane to him about how the Toyota Camry and Lexus ES300 are basically the same car underneath their skins, save for the engines, and then we got into a cab. the was the whole thing about how "Outram" should be pronounced, both matt and i thought OUtram, but it was only when, in exasperation, i tried OUTram that the taxi driver understood me. and then he though matt and i were japanese or korean tourists. ew.

then it was getting there [i paid for the cab ride, not that i minded, just in case anyone out there thinks i shouldn've paid for a cab ride i suggested, i did, okay?] the gigs, my nosebleed in the middle, leaving, walking a distance to Great World City, eating at the McDonald's there that was about to close, taking a cab ride, dropping matt off at City Hall, dropping me off at Chuan Park, and then the cab making a u-turn in Serangoon Avenue Three, receeding into the distance with xuan in it, signalling the end of the evening.

everything from arriving at The Third Place onwards was better fleshed out in the original blog post i made, which i am going to dig out and post here just because it's special. i just wanted to make a note to remember it, and look where that went. oh, and yeah. that bus service that xuan told us to take that night? terminated a long time ago.

found it, and posted it. click on the title of this post to access it, alternatively click here.

"I remember when the days were long
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn

Constant quarreling, the childish fits
And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman

All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything, but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth

And as the summer's ending
The cold air will push your hard heart away
You were so condescending

And this is all that's left
Scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

Cup your mouth to compress the sound
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town

And everything that I said was true
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth

Well I lost track and then those words were said
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed

And soon we woke and I walked you home
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love

And as the summer's ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending

And this is all that's left
Scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on

And as the summer's ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending
As the alcohol drained the days

And as the summer's ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending

And this is all that's left
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes
So pack a change of clothes, 'cause its time to move on"

- "Photobooth", Death Cab For Cutie

hidden track

so. i've gotten all the way to Tuesday, May 13th, 2003. but i have yet to do anything about the last time i was home.

time for bed.

falls apart

Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?

cool. though what use i have for linking the five people who read my blog to some random site that i am reading at the moment i clicked "BlogThis!", i do not know.

okay. now back to transferring my old archives here, and reliving my old life, to see if this current bit is any better than the old ones.

the taste of ink

to the guy who wrote the Hyundai Tuscon ad:

i think that, if the guy driving the Tuscon had refilled the ice-cube tray and replaced it in the refrigerator before leaving, the ice would have been ready by the time he returned from wherever he drove to to find an icicle for his drink.

plus, icicles? you don't know where the water that formed it's been. ew!

bad Hyundai. bad, bad Hyundai.

california

i'm so behind.

can i even be considered to be behind if i only found out about it at a time when i would already be behind if i started on it right away, anyway?

but, whatever. see, someone [i cannot remember who it was, or even where i read it] came up with the idea to watch an episode of The O.C. for each of the twenty-seven days left running up to the season two premiere.

there are only twenty-four days left. i'm behind. but i've got other shows i've not watched yet, like four episodes of Everwood, one-and-a-half episodes of Lost, one episode of Will & Grace, and one not-yet-downloaded episode of Desparate Housewives.

and this's leaving aside the multitude of real-life problems i have yet to handle yet. but considering i wanted to kill myself over the weekend, i think i'll take this week off. now if only my mom, dad, plus various countless unmentionables, would let me.

the best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and bees, i want money

i have yet to collect my thoughts about the last few days, because i didn't have the time, or the internet connection [i was home again], but before it expires, quick, quick, go read this:

Chinese national awarded $1m in suit against S'porean - OCT 8, 2004

the Mr Khoo in the article is my third uncle. hi-la-ri-ous.

just shut your mouth

i had to go home over the weekend.

'nuff said.

god bless t.v.

i need to watch something that's light, dark, romantic and destructive.

thank god i own a copy of Jeux d'enfants. i am still pissed as hell that it won't play in my PowerBook, but i will be watching it again tomorrow when i get back.

right now, as a placebo, i need to watch myself some television. something that'll either make me cry my heart our, or laugh out loud. or warm my heart so much wish i was living that life instead.

because right now i feel like i'm falling off the side of a building [but, please, not like that Evanescence promo video], and i i'm thinking and hoping that the someone i want to catch me is there to the point where i'm dreaming, and it feels like it's going to be okay, because i am being caught by that someone.

and then i reach the sidewalk. no one's there.

my little corner of the world

i want the soundtrack to the Gilmore Girls, Our Little Corner Of The World: Music From The Gilmore Girls, so badly that i need it now. must have it. because i know that someone else buying it for me is a complete, utter, so-not-going-to-happen thing, i'm going to have to find and buy it myself. but it's not available anywhere i've looked. not that i've looked all that hard, but something as good as this should be widely available. at least until i buy it.

i might ship it off Amazon if i get desperate. HMV will probably charge me an obscene amount of money to import it [imports are already $40+, and those are the imports they brought in of their own accord], plus i can get Daisies From The Galaxy at the same time, probably [and hopefully] for less, too. i think i am getting desperate already. but i don't have a credit card! sigh.

also: when are Music From The OC: Mix 2 and Mix 3, the Chrismukkah compilation, arriving? i want them now. i want to listen to Maybe This Christmas now. i don't want to have to wait until chirstmas. why should i listen to it only during christmas? so what if i want to listen to a christmas song OUTSIDE of christmas?

this post brought to you by the lastest antics of my "parents": my dad reporting my mom's holding his passport to the police and landing themsleves in Family Court.