fabuleux.

all my interest in 3G [or, rather, 3loGy, as SingTel prefers to call it] has worn off. why?

because SingTel finally broke down and released the soundtrack to the 3loGy ads on their 3loGy [mein gott, i bloody well hate that word now] page.

and i'm pretty sure that the track was specially composed for that ad, so i don't expect anything beyond them holding back the artist's name. it's not like they're going to go to the trouble of recording a full-length mix beyong the released sixty-second clip on their site, anyway.

so, SingTel, the only thing you can do now to get me interested in your 3loGy nonsense? give me a Motorola V1150, of course. what else would i stop using my RAZR for?

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I just had my iPod tell me that its battery was low, even while its battery power indicator icon in the top right-hand corner proudly proclaimed at least a 75% charge.

Desperate... Sons

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Originally uploaded by aklw.

i guess this means that The O.C. is officially no longer my favorite new show.

and, to commerate the change in mood, theme and feel of this blog, more of my face has been revealed. so, if you didn't already know what i look like, you do now. if you recognize me because you're related to me, let me know. it takes only a couple of minutes to shutter a blog these days--god knows how many of my friends have done it.

and, the photoblog post done right before this one was taken at Toa Payoh, where i was looking for my mother's parents' place. i went to visit them today after seeing Miss Congeniality 2: Armed & Fabulous with dax and jensen. took a hell lot of time to get there, because block 108 and 109 are streets from each other.

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Where are they?

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Hilarious. Curious. Interesting. Overpriced.

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I'm bored.

pieced and love

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Originally uploaded by aklw.

i must own this shirt, or some similar, quality, knockoff. it's a hundred and ten american dollars.

in other news, i am still awake, i do not know why, and i feel vidicative.

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Ha.

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We're outta here in a few hours. But, for no apparent rhyme or reason. Details later. When i have a full qwerty keyboard.

ideas for life

the new air conditioner is being installed right now.

man, if i told you to arrange for a new air conditioner to be installed, and you got a Panasonic set, because it was cheap, you'd never get away with it.

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I shot this while posing for another shot.

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And we're still here.

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What the hell am i doing here.

Here we go again

I'm waiting for my grandfather to come back from his scope, which by the way will determine whether he can go home today/tomorrow or needs further looking at, and i notice two tiny tiny pock marks on the bottom of my new razr.

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This is the lift lobby of the thirteenth floor.

One Three

This is the lobby of the thirteenth floor of Tan Tock Seng Hospital.

UltraSound

He's gone for an ultrasound. My lame attempt at hospital humor, that being my faint protest that my grandfather wasn't pregnant was met with nothing more than a polite smile--until the nurse translated it for her assistant.

Fine. I regret it.

I should have gone in with him. Why the heck was i too scared to? And i had to have rosemarie offer to go in for me, and now i'm sitting outside, on the sidelines, not knowing what's going on.

But Of Course.

At the emergency department of Tan Tock Seng Hospital, the first thing you see is Counter 1, Screening Station.

But of course. This is singapore. It is to be expected.

But the next thing you see, right after that? Is Counter 28, Payment.

But of course.

(possibly) why my parents insist on my learning how to drive

it's all to do with keeping up with the JonesesKhoos. at the last Khoo family wedding dinner, my third cousin's second son mentioned that he couldn't have more than a quarter of a glass of wine [wimp. this is what happens when your father isn't a Khoo, not only does he end up succesfully blackmailing and semi-destroying the family business, you also end up with sad drinking genes. or perhaps he was just playacting so that his mom can show off a son that can chauffeur her home. who can tell?] because he's driving after the dinner. cue fascinated remarks and inquiries from my mother.

so i think this's why the learn-how-to-drive kick's back on the front burners. and, of course, i realized this possibility during weekly lunch with first uncle, first aunt-in-law, and this week's special: first cousin. could it happen anytime else?

the blaze of glory

I told myself that i was going to post something, but then i put my PowerBook to sleep before doing that.

So here i am. Close to five AM, can't sleep, work to do, dead tired, want to go places, unable to go anywhere.Also, The O.C. sucked this week. I may be the first O.C. fan in singapore to say this, but i hate Seth Cohen. I have few reasons left for watching this show, and one of them? Completely frivolous. But? Probably the only reason i've stuck this long with this series. I need to find a new user id for gmail.

American Beauty was fantastic, however. Must buy on DVD.

I need much more than sleep. I don't think i can face the rest of today, Monday, or the rest of my life by myself. Why can't i find a suitable candidate?

maybe i'm getting soft in my old age.

i popped in the CD, ripped the tracks, started listening to it, and then looked at my desktop. and realized that two sessions were pressed onto the CD. i didn't notice anything about extra features on the cover [but then again, as it is later evident, i didn't notice anything on the cover], so i was pertubed.

and, lo and behold. it contained applications with which you listen to the CD. i made the connection immediately--this disc must be copy protected.

and so it was. i cannot believe that Doves buys into the whole copy protection thing. well, i've ripped the tracks and i've watched the special features on the included DVD that i wanted to watch, and it's going back to HMV.

i mean, copy protection is the very reason why i've yet to buy a radiohead album--most of the recent ones are protected. i like Doves, but hate copy protection more.

i should have just gotten Amnesiac, Debut, First Band On The Moon, or Our Litte Corner Of The World. here's hoping that the non-special edition isn't copy-protected, for Dove's sake.

some cities

today we [samantha, samaria and i] hit, in chronological order, the following malls:

HDB Hub
[yes, ew, not really a mall, i know. McDonald's]
Novena Square
United Square
Wisma Atria
[Famous Amos' Cookies]
Ngee Ann City
Takashimaya S.C.
[Cold Storage's we-are-about-to-close-so-they're-somewhat-cheaper sushi]
The Heeren Shops
Paragon
[the 7-Eleven there didn't have the Slurpee flavors we wanted]
Lucky Plaza
[one giant Slurpee, one Big Gulp]

i am tired. but when was the last time i had such fun?

and how did i manage to sit here for so long before realizing that i bought the new Doves album today, and wondering what the hey it was doing not spinning in my PowerBook?

bend me, break me...

i am such a socially inept moron.

this just in.

nicholas tan's father bought himself an iBook?!

i tell you, the world is ending.

prize idiot.

somewhere, someone is or will be sharing the anecdote of "this boy who came into my store and bought the last Motorola RAZR V3 off me, because he lost his first one by leaving it in a cab, and needed to get an identical set to avert another nuclear fallout".

i feel like a prize idiot for this.

i'm at the Tan Tock Seng Hospital Starbucks now, next to my PowerBook is my second Motorola RAZR V3. how screwed up is your family when you need to do that when you lose a thousand-plus-dollar phone? to be honest i'd rather have just stuck with my Ericsson T68m until i had enough to get something else. but my aunt said it's best for me to keep it quiet. so she gave me a thousand to replace the RAZR, which i fully intend to pay back. i'm doing my sums, and with the savings i have it shouldn't take more than a couple of months or any drastic change in lifestyle.

people are going to think i'm some ridiculously rich bastard now.

more ridiculity.

is that a word? who cares.

seems i was right in my statement that the only suitable replacement for a RAZR is another one.
my aunt is getting me another one, if i'm seen with anything less, in-family tongues will wag.

this is just stupid. why did i have to take a fricking cab to school to avoid being late for some fag's speech, anybloodyway?

that was it.

i left my RAZR in a cab while getting to school today.
some fucker has it now. turned the thing off. i can't believe i sat through Marketing for Designers, listening to some fag talk about television marketing when i could have called my phone over and over until someone picked up. or turned it off in my knowledge, anyway.

i can't afford to replace it with another RAZR right now. so i won't replace it at all.

you know what's ridiculous?

this multilayered life, that's what.
right now, in order of what i can hear right away to what i can't hear at all?

05 the book i'm reading, "A Home At The End Of The World"
04 the album playing on my iPod, "Music From The OC: Mix 2"
03 the track playing on my PowerBook that jingwen's using for music, "I'll Be There For You" by The Rembrants, aka the "Friends" theme song
02 dawn consoling joyce and royston
01 joyce and royston's feelings
00 my own feelings

life? is sad.

fricking cold

in the words of my JJC-influenced sister, fuck sia.

royston borrowed my Topman blazer yesterday.
royston borrowed my Topman blazer today.
royston would like to borrow my Topman blazer tomorrow.

i didn't mind it yesterday.
i am fricking cold now because i was going for the blazered t-shirt look this week.
i want to not bring my Topman blazer tomorrow but the Mediacorp guest speaker is tomorrow.

your contact list is full.

no. really?

on meeting strange policemen

not strange, really. just [pleasantly] surprising. about four hours ago i was seated with joyce, royston & jingwen at the Tampines West McDonald's, the four of us contemplating our imminent orders.

then a pair of policemen at the counter caught my eye. then i noticed that one of them had familiar hair, and a familiar back-of-head. then his face double-backed for a bit, and i more or less knew. so i flipped out my RAZR and called him.

it was benjamin low, who else.

i am so wiped out i could fall alseep now and not get up until semester's over. sadly i have Metal Technology later, complete with class test.

i am quite certain.

i am quite certain that if i fall onto my back, or even facedown in fact, on the floor, i will simply lay there and not move any more.

shit, that just sounds just like the "Just" video.

i've finally stopped crying my eyes out.

i packed my life into a cardboard box that my grandpa's diapers came in. i brought the guitar and the vodkas and whatever else i could think of to bring.

i cannot cope any more. please do not contact, talk to, approach, irritate, be incessant with, bother, disturb or otherwise try to get me or my attention unless you've either have had any of the above done to you by me after the time of this post, or you enjoy being ingnored or snubbed.

i promised myself i wouldn't cry over losing the apartment. i didn't, because i never felt anything for it, and leaving it wasn't anything at all. but i lost it when my mother began accusing me for not even caring about the family.

this is coming from the woman who is not going to move out with my siblings and move into their next place with them. the woman who is going to live somewhere else. the woman who is going to leave my siblings by themselves.

that woman may be my mother, but that is all. she sure as hell ain't my parent, and she is fast losing her status of being a loved one.

i'm losing it. really. i don't even know if i want to give up. and i can't even cry any more.

no shit.

friday's the last day. i don't know if i can find the time to head back to get whatever stuff i can get.

also, note to self: forget about the fricking assigment already. you've emailed a PDF, it's only 25%. get over it, stop perfecting it, you have more, if not bigger fish to fry.

no one more good guys

be zen. that's what i've decided.

who the hell am i kidding, though? i'm more or less an Ally McBeal/Lorelai Gilmore/Seth Cohen/Susan Mayer/Micheal Bluth hybrid right now.

"i died today
but i'm still breathing
bleeding, for now
i'm broken

you left me here
capsized and sinking
thinking, right now
there's no more good guys

you left me standing here
alone and colder
i hope that some day soon
the pain, in, side, will, stop

you died today
but you're still breathing
in my mind, that is
there's no more good guys

you left me standing here
alone and colder
i hope that some day soon
the pain, in, side, will, stop

i hoped you'd see me
i hoped you'd understand
or crucify me, for my failings
my cruel ambition, hardly justified

and the pain, in, side, will, stop"

- "No More Good Guys", Skindive

"urgent.. call dad to enter hse.. no key.. v importt.."

get back to lorong chuan flat by 8pm today.. urgent.. call dad to enter hse.. no key.. v importt..

From: Samantha Khoo
12:40pm 1-MAR-05

the bank has taken the Chuan Park unit. duh. what else could it have been.

breaking up the boy

Fuck, it's already march?