
Sunday, October 22
'i have eight million dollars.'
why do you bother having a theme song if you're never going to play it?
why do you start to suck so much and then suddenly get a little bit better, but still not enough for me to stop feeling like i'm wasting my time?
why do you make George so utterly sad?
No Love,
Aaron.
Friday, October 20
my new phone

those of y'all who don't have my prepaid card number can call or text me at my usual number; for now my postpaid line is still accepting incoming communications.
Thursday, October 19
balance
i had a very crappy night, but i finished it with a perfect grilled cheese sandwich. that balances things out.
i was using my prepaid card in a crappy pink/purple Nokia 2100, and the SIM stopped working. i stuck the SIM into a silver Nokia 8850, and it jumped right back to life.
my family is crazy. as am i, if you believe everything that's said about me.
balance.
Tuesday, October 17
Desperate Surgeons
Monday, October 16
Friday, October 13
Thursday, October 12
Wednesday, October 11
it's exam season
unfortunately, i already am crazy, a little or otherwise.
Sunday, October 8
systematic samaria (oxymoron)
that's all.
Bimbos Listen To Yellowcard

i said that because she didn't get the references in the title of one of their songs. specifically, "Martin Sheen Or JFK".
you might be able to see that she's smiling in the photo. she claims that she is not, she is merely playing with her teeth.
yes.
Saturday, October 7
Friday, October 6
Thursday, October 5
Wednesday, October 4
the devil wears moleskine, part five
i'd like to write more, but i'm not going to.
Monday, October 2
silver sliver
Sunday, October 1
Saturday, September 30
Friday, September 29
Thursday, September 28
TRENDY
Wednesday, September 27
Now Playing---On Both Sides

buy an iPod, lah.
Thursday, September 21
panic (at the PowerBook)
um, hi? no, i haven't?
and what the heck is Waking Ashland? if there's one thing about me that you do not screw around with, it's... well, there're many things, but music is definitely one of them. you do not screw around with my music. and there is no PANIC! At The Disco in any of my iTunes libraries.
Saturday, September 16
Multimedia message

Multimedia message
Originally uploaded by aklw.
If you're going to make your old man buy you an Xbox 360, at least have the decency to carry it yourself. You won't be a teenager for much longer, for goodness' sake. And, also, don't be such a cheapo---at least spring for the full Xbox 360. The Xbox 360 Core bundle is like the poor people's discount.
Wednesday, September 13
blue is totally the new green
i would like to marry Steve Jobs

so, normally, the day after an Apple Special Event, i am left both excited and disheartened, because OMG SHINY NEW TOYS, but also OMG CANNOT AFFORD ANYTHING ANY MORE.
so when all those shiny (and matte---new nanos and shuffle are aluminium) new iPods were lauched i immediately checked my bank account balance, in between transcribing everything from the IRC chat room into the iChat window, where i was delievering news to Adri.
some of the new features, like brightness control, gapless playback and some sort of way to see where i was on the list whilst scrolling through thousands of songs/artists/albums, i have wanted for a long, long time.
so when the new iPods, with all that and some new Search function and longer battery lives and brighter screens were annouced, i was dismayed. because i won't be able to afford anything new at that price for a very, very long time, even if they're cheaper now.
but OMG Apple. they updated the software for ALL fifth-gen iPods. so i have brightness control, gapless playback, and an alphabetical overlay when i scroll through lists above a certain speed!!!
i don't have Search or a brighter screen or a larger-capacity battery, but WHO NEEDS ALL THAT? the Search is too Creative-fussy, anyway. and i have daily access to a power point. or a computer with FireWire or USB 2.0 ports.
I AM SO EXCITED!
the devil wears moleskine, part four
"This is a non-gentle reminder that we are meeting at SIX-THIRTY PM, at RAFFLES PLACE INTERCHANGE. I don't understand why it's so difficult to confirm an appointment, especially when all you have to do is send a quick response, but the details of your incompetence do not interest me. Those of you who DID respond---what do you want, a kiss on the forehead and a gold star on your homework at the end of the day? Be late at your own peril, I am in an excellent mood today. Oh, and Emily? Dress like a hobo and you will be shaming just yourself. And me. That's all."
wow. six Prada references in one (admittedly long) text message. and, yes, i think i am très très cool, and très très chic. that's all.
feelin' blue
well. the new iTunes icon is blue, so at least that's fitting.
Tuesday, September 12
the devil wears moleskine, part three
Monday, September 11
Saturday, September 9
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I am so sick of 'Bend Over For Singapore' and yet it hasn't even begun yet. The table next to mine is currently being occupied with obnoxious expats posted to several Asian countries. Why did we have to mix it up a little and come to the low-rent place this weekend?
Friday, September 8
it's just, i don't know, drizzling or something.
"come out, you little fuckers!"
she has now decided that she is going to use soap and elbow grease to get the job done.
"oh my god, time to scrub out the little fuckers!"
Thursday, September 7
Tuesday, September 5
sirocco, part unknown
not that you wouldn't understand, but you just won't.
brian eno. wow.
Wednesday, August 30
Tuesday, August 29
i'm calling, can you hear me?
thanks a lot, MediaCorp.

so i'm sitting there, looking through the 8 Days that my sister bought and brought back. to see what they're peddling and pushing on the great unwashed masses these days, you know? and they've reviewed Regina Spektor's new record.
thanks a lot, MediaCorp.
expectations = disappointments
and that the Scirocco was, and will be, a Volkswagen coupe?
that's all.
Monday, August 28
little boxes
i have a psychiatric appointment in ten hours.
all i want is to watch more Weeds. and, of course, my Sirocco.
neither is possible. i am hence, very depressed and have thus put away all the diazepam.
"Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same"
Friday, August 25
sirocco
Thursday, August 24
day, week or year.
today is not a good day. this is not a good week.
i think hell might be freezing over soon, so it might also start snowing in Singapore. time to break out the scarves.
Wednesday, August 23
white Chocolate

wait, has anyone heard of pink Chocolate?

i mean, seriously. this is taking it a bit too far. it's not like it's the RAZR, you know?
from www.stuffmag.co.uk:
"Both have identical specs to the original KG800, which means a 1.3MP cam, 128MB internal storage for tunes and Bluetooth. They also have the red back-lighting which, in combination with the pink paint-job, is making us feel quite ill."
sadly (and you know i'm right here), the pink version will be a big hit. wonderful electric indeed. i fucking hate Verizon for using Goldfrapp to promote the American Chocolate.
Tuesday, August 22
gold trim
Saturday, August 19
Gilmore Girls 0513 "Wedding Bell Blues"
RICHARD GILMORE:
Psst, psst. Lorelai. I need you to do something.
LORELAI GILMORE:
Ooh, spy voice. Cool.
RICHARD:
Focus, please.
LORELAI:
I am a camera.
00:20:45
LORELAI GILMORE:
Mom, it's a pretend wedding. J.Lo has them all the time!
00:36:50
LOGAN HUNTZBERGER:
It's just... You're special.
RORY GILMORE:
'Stop eating the paste,' special?
Wireless Mighty Mouse
Estimated Ship:
3-5 bus. days
Free Shipping
and no more big words in big caps that say SUBJECT TO AGENCY APPROVAL.
yesa. i can order my ultra-expensive, ultra-designer, four-button, scroll-ball, laser-tracking, bluetooth-wireless mouse now. now if only i didn't have to put in a Threadless order on Monday AND THEN wait for people to pay me back.
Friday, August 18
Monday, August 14
Sunday, August 13
fireworks
this is such a cliché segue into the blog post proper, but yesterday i accompanied my maternal extended family to watch fireworks. alone. sans iPod. i know, it wasn't wise. i know, the fact that none of my siblings were going should have sounded the air raid alarm. i went anyway---my mother was bending my ear and i was sick of wasting airtime having her bend it (the cordless phone still shows no signs of life).
i would like to at least be able to say that i went because my maternal grandfather (who's lost his right foot to diabetes) was going, and since i am now an expert wheelchair driver, it hence helped that i went. but he only decided to go at the last minute (another victim of ear-bending, courtesy of my mother), so that's out since i didn't know he was coming until i was answering yet another call in the back of my aunt's new titanium-grey Mazda3 sedan.
it did help that i went---we changed location three times, and i had to manuver my grandfather across four very busy roads---but it still was an enormous fuss over nothing. fifteen minutes of fireworks, and the entire nation is hard, wet, horny and waiting. tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of Singaporeans descended on the Marina area, from as early as (we guessed) five PM, all in the name of fifteen minutes of color in the sky.
it was, to modify a Chinese saying, a Mount Fuji of people and a Pacific Ocean of cheap, asian cars. families on mats, children singing patriotic National Day songs. people parking in spots strategically blocking every one else on the road. people i considered to be already parked because traffic simply wasn't moving. EMAS signs on the highway saying "MASSIVE JAM ON ALL ROADS TO SUNTEC" when they really should be saying "GO THE FUCK HOME, YOU LOSERS".
and because it was family and friends, i had to keep some sort of
fine, they're colorful, lovely, romantic, etc etc. i get it. but these thousands upon thousands don't seem to realize that the only reason fireworks are so rare is, well, simply because the government said so. each year, all they have to do is deign to set off a few fireworks a couple of times a year, and half the nation eagerly asks, "And how high would Sir like me to jump?"
it's manipulation, and i can't really see the point of it. it took two hours to get into Marina South, and it took two hours to get out of it. one-and-a-half hours in i was calling haniza up every fifteen minutes, swearing like a sailor and insulting everything in my sight that wasn't european or wasn't even a car. this can't be good for the country, generally speaking. though there were many hundred-and-twenty-dollar tickets being given out to windshields and windscreen wipers that evening. there were even traffic policemen simply taking photos of illegally parked cars, presumbably because they've run out of those fancy handheld instant-printout gadgets.
and i don't even like fireworks. i might, if they weren't this precious, precious thing that is precious simply because of an administration's say-so. i might even sit, watch, enjoy the brief escape of watching explosions of color in the sky and feel, i don't know, romantic or something. instead, i spent the duration of the fireworks display facing construction site offices (and, yes, hence away from the fireworks) and talking to haniza, complaining about everything and nothing all at once.
there are countries where you can have fireworks whenever, wherever. in your own bloody backyard, if it pleases you. Singapore is not one of them. they might as well make clear sunny weather a special, couple-times-a-year event. they're already adept enough it manipulting it---the fact that there's so far only been one Parade that's been rained on is neither luck or conicidence.
and, as if to prove my point, it's just begun pouring. Mother Nature doesn't like being manipulated, i suspect, just like any one once they realize they are being manipulated. the heavens are opening up, the deluge is here. one wonders if the same will happen one day, if the administration ever leaves office.
"Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Après moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood
I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice"
"Après Moi", Regina Spektor
Saturday, August 12
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I'm heading out to a family event, alone, sans my precious iPod. That can't be wise, can it.
Friday, August 11
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The cordless phone refuses to charge or show any sign of life. And this is after i've spent ten dollars on new batteries for it, too. Don't ask where the old batteries, the ones that worked, are. No one knows. It's nearly six in the morning. I shouldn't be awake. I shouldn't be clicking out this on my mobile phone. But i also can't, and shouldn't, take any more sleeping pills. Cancer For The Cure.
Thursday, August 10
Tuesday, August 8
Sunday, August 6
come to papa
Friday, August 4
5000th
"In Your Room" by Tegan And Sara.
well. five thousand. time to do a cleanout soon. of, like, for example, U2. i've only just realized that i don't really like U2.
Wireless Fidelity
LaksaNet
Mspig
Jesus is Lord!
sh82833667
no, none of these are mine.
Sunday, July 30
iTunes Party Shuffle
you are a sick, sick machine.
"and i cried myself to sleep last night, for the earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me"
"is the world still spinning around? i don't feel like coming down"
Targa 4

i know my desktop wallpaper attests to the contrary, but i do not actually want a metallic orange, four-wheel-drive, targa-topped German sports coupe.
i do, however, want a four-wheel-drive, targa-topped German sports coupe. in metallic gunmetal grey. i should probably go find out if it even comes in such a color. well, it definitely comes in black.
three nights sleeping in an actual, queen-sized, bed and i've a backache from two nights back on a mattress thinner than some breads.
i am too tired to type with the proper accents.
Thursday, July 27
Veronica Mars 0116 "Betty And Veronica" 00:09:00
"Pan High: The Un-Neptune. Just fifteen miles away, but when those miles are heading inland, there are no yacht clubs and no five-million-dollar homes with coastal views. The parking lot is full of American cars made in the nineties, and the vending machines don't carry Orangina. People here hate Neptune as much as I do."
Sunday, July 23
Saturday, July 22
The Office 0221 "Conflict Resolution", 00:00:38
"There are a few people I decided not to invite. And that might make things kind of awkward, but... it's my wedding. And I don't want anyone there who has called me a hussy."
--- --- ---
MICHAEL SCOTT:
"Cage matches? Yeah, they work. How could they not work? If they didn't work, everybody would still be in the cage."
Friday, July 21
Thursday, July 20
Absolut Ruby Red
do not blog whilst drunk. i still am, so i'm not. wait. i am blogging. so i am contradicting my own rule. i'd better stop now, hadn't i?
that's all. i think. what?
Monday, July 17
psychosis
oh, well, what can you do? Moses had Egyptian Slavery and the Red Sea. Noah had the Great Flood. David had Goliath. Jesus had Judas and Mary Magdalene. Aaron has Samantha.
great challenges in life, i'm sure, are meant to be not just overcome, but crushingly defeated. but, for now, the medication's wearing off.
Sunday, July 16
"And then they're all living in a cave,"
"And our show is not that "plotty." It's not Lost. It's not like you get a lot of, "And then they're all living in a cave," or whatever happens on Lost."
- Lauren Graham (who plays Lorelai Gilmore on Gilmore Girls), on Lost
it's the end of the world (as we know it)
what, do they induce melancholy to cure anxiety? i have enough of that, i don't need any more.
i need to go out. i can't stay in for much longer.
this fucking sucks.
Saturday, July 15
Noise Pollution
i am so fucking sick of your fucking flybys.
i do not fucking care if it's fucking national day, i do not care. you fly the same fucking planes on the same fucking route every fucking year so i do not see why you have to start your fucking rehersals so fucking early. fucking stop it. sonic fucking booms do not make for a soundtrack conducive to eating dinner.
or, for that fact, conducive to any-fucking-thing.
that's all,
-aaron
Wednesday, July 12
Gilmore Girls 0613 "Friday Night's Alright For Fighting", 00:21:21
"What are you doing?"
LORELAI GILMORE:
"Uh, he freaks out if he sees his leash. You have to make sure you hide it from him, make sure he doesn't see you putting it on him."
SOOKIE:
"How is he once he's on the leash?"
LORELAI:
"Oh, he's totally fine having his personal freedom slowly stripped away, as long as he's completely unaware that it's happening, Just like a true American."
--- --- ---
EMILY GILMORE:
"You know what else i find amusing?"
LORELAI GILMORE:
" 'Reno 911!' ? "
Tuesday, July 11
Sunday, July 9
Thursday, July 6
Come See it all Happening!

my suspicions are confirmed on the flyer itself, below the glaringly garish headline. for those of you not bothered enough to click on the picture above to view an enlarged version, i have abused my PowerBook's keyboard to faithfully reproduce the copy below.
Why must YOU be there?
- Witness the competition and find out what it takes to be a global skills talent!
- Enjoy electrifying performances by ITE students!
- Find out more about ITE education from interactive projects!
- See which secondary school wins at the mobile robot competition!
- Admission is FREE!
(note the ever-so-subtle desperation that has possessed the word "FREE!" and you just gotta love the generous use of exclamation marks.)
this is suspiciously more ITE than WorldSkills.
Wednesday, July 5
This Is Broken
lucky number s7evin
they don't think it's as bad as it's thought to be. i think it is, but i am surely not the best judge. we'll find out soon enough.
psychiatry
but i have a letter that says it is, and that i am liable for conviction to a fine or imprisonment if i don't show up.
off i go, then.
Tuesday, July 4
you may know this girl
COMPETITION TIME

don't worry if you don't get it right away. i stared uncomprehendingly at it for a full minute before i even realized that it was, allegedly, a garment. that someone would wear. as an outer layer of clothing. outside of their own home.
if your answer is "a pair of shorts in a fashion commonly seen on, how shall i say it, working girls," congratulations! you're absolutely correct!
girls, let me save you fifty dollars--just wear a pair of panties out!
Monday, July 3
Happy Endings, 01:49:23
"When you're a gay man,
it's hard to feel bad about
yourself when a urologist
says, "Yeah. I pick you."
Sunday, July 2
Brief Encouters, p154
"Lunch lived up to expectations. The cheese and tomato sandwiches would have been great had they used cheese and tomato. Lettuce with a faint cheesy aroma and dripping tomato juice was hardly the same thing. In fairness, the crisps were only slightly stale, although the bowl of fruit was so ancient that Hannah was sure she'd seen a painting of it somewhere."
Saturday, July 1
qué sera sera
adrian quek, you ruined my PEBL.
i, on several levels, feel like sucks.