it feels like my body's decided to give up a long time ago, but my mind hasn't yet.
what good is it, though, if the mind is willing but the flesh is weak?
mini-crit is supposed to be when again? i don't think i can do this.
Sunday, July 3
Saturday, July 2
Thursday, June 30
06-30-05_2120
that was fast.
but it was obvious, anyway, wasn't it? why would something like a simple, utter lack of choice stop the average singaporean sheep?
but it was obvious, anyway, wasn't it? why would something like a simple, utter lack of choice stop the average singaporean sheep?
06-30-05_1715
dawn says she's like limeade. the Minute Maid kind. with extra pulp.
joyce says she's like cherryade. i don't think any one makes cherryade.
joyce says she's like cherryade. i don't think any one makes cherryade.
Wednesday, June 29
the (not so) fantastic four.
i just came back from the premiere of Fantastic Four.
boys and girls, when this movie comes out in July, don't go and see it. it's not worth your money. if you really want to see it, go watch it at Princess or something, where it costs six dollars to watch it. but even so, you'd better really want to see the eye candy.
at least the premiere party didn't make me walk away from the cinema like it did yesterday with War Of The Worlds.
again, boys and girls, Tom Cruise, Steven Spielberg, United International Pictures and Cathay are big, big pricks. more on that another time, when i'm not blogging from my Dashboard.
boys and girls, when this movie comes out in July, don't go and see it. it's not worth your money. if you really want to see it, go watch it at Princess or something, where it costs six dollars to watch it. but even so, you'd better really want to see the eye candy.
at least the premiere party didn't make me walk away from the cinema like it did yesterday with War Of The Worlds.
again, boys and girls, Tom Cruise, Steven Spielberg, United International Pictures and Cathay are big, big pricks. more on that another time, when i'm not blogging from my Dashboard.
Tuesday, June 28
Saturday, June 25
Friday, June 24
hide & seek
i don't think i've ever managed to get a front-row seat on a double-deck 23 at night before. it's a different experience, one that would have been even better if the windshield wasn't covered in that silly advert vinyl. but you know what they say about beggars.
i'm so close to never coming back to school it's not funny any more. but i know i can't not go back. between now and when i start working, i need a couple of years where i have a vague direction and some routine to take the edge off things. it's not so much an edge as the prepice of a five-storey-high cliff, just there and waiting for me to jump off.
a silver Hyundai Accent with blue rings of neon in the rear windshield and under the car just flew past the bus in the left lane. not saying a lot, considering buses are limited to fifty kilometers an hour.
oh. we're on the expressway. and i wanted to enjoy the ride.
i'm so close to never coming back to school it's not funny any more. but i know i can't not go back. between now and when i start working, i need a couple of years where i have a vague direction and some routine to take the edge off things. it's not so much an edge as the prepice of a five-storey-high cliff, just there and waiting for me to jump off.
a silver Hyundai Accent with blue rings of neon in the rear windshield and under the car just flew past the bus in the left lane. not saying a lot, considering buses are limited to fifty kilometers an hour.
oh. we're on the expressway. and i wanted to enjoy the ride.
shucks.
everyone's gone home, it's so quiet here. perfect. except the window doesn't open wide enough.
i need to lose weight, don't i?
i need to lose weight, don't i?
Thursday, June 23
what's going on?
what is going on? i don't think i understand anything anymore.
not a new feeling, but, still.
not a new feeling, but, still.
already late
i've just woken up, properly, and i'm already late.
i feel no fear about flying blind into PComD and PEPrn today. taken normally, minus the abbreviations, those are Professional Communication for Design and Product Engineering Principles, respectively. For each, a report is due. the former's is half-done because i no longer know how to proceed beyond what i have already done. the latter is undone because it involves building a bridge made of plastic straws and writing a reflection journal about the process.
there is too much thinking involved in all of this. report-writing? wasn't this supposed to be design school? it feels as bad as business school. but at least at business school i won't have to come up with my oft-mentioned twenty sketches of twenty hairdryer design concepts.
i feel no fear about flying blind into PComD and PEPrn today. taken normally, minus the abbreviations, those are Professional Communication for Design and Product Engineering Principles, respectively. For each, a report is due. the former's is half-done because i no longer know how to proceed beyond what i have already done. the latter is undone because it involves building a bridge made of plastic straws and writing a reflection journal about the process.
there is too much thinking involved in all of this. report-writing? wasn't this supposed to be design school? it feels as bad as business school. but at least at business school i won't have to come up with my oft-mentioned twenty sketches of twenty hairdryer design concepts.
Wednesday, June 22
in between
i'm post-shower, pre-leaving the house. tonight is the Initial D preview show. i don't know why i feel such a conviction about going to these preview screenings. it's probably because it's the last semblance of normal, stable family life i have left.
other families have problems sitting down to dinner once a week on sundays, we're lucky to meet for three hours once a month for a movie.
and aren't movies supposed to be the most antisocial social activity possible?
i am coming to the point where i no longer feel a need to do anything. i've lost an semblance of motivation or drive or whatever it is i was supposed to posses, being a student. this will probably get me debarred.
grey's anatomy will cheer me up. i'll have a bumper viewing tonight. two hours. too bad my other sister got whisked away to bangkok. onward tomorrow, post Initial D, pre-PIDP1. hopefully whatever i have and will come up with will be of sufficient quality to negate the lack of quantity.
right now i wouldn't mind being thrashed into the middle of VSCP2 and being forced to deal with the undoubtedly immense amounts of stress and pressure and work. because for the most bit, the work doesn't take up much impact in terms of physical needs. you don't need a huge desk to do A2 sketches on. you can do half your work on the fifteen-inches of virtual real estate that's vertically supported on the hinge of your PowerBook.
and let's face it. coming up with twenty separate design concepts for hairdryers on twenty separate A2 sketches is not a walk in the park. i wish i could just worry about what to title a book.
but if, i move, my place, in line, i'll lose.
other families have problems sitting down to dinner once a week on sundays, we're lucky to meet for three hours once a month for a movie.
and aren't movies supposed to be the most antisocial social activity possible?
i am coming to the point where i no longer feel a need to do anything. i've lost an semblance of motivation or drive or whatever it is i was supposed to posses, being a student. this will probably get me debarred.
grey's anatomy will cheer me up. i'll have a bumper viewing tonight. two hours. too bad my other sister got whisked away to bangkok. onward tomorrow, post Initial D, pre-PIDP1. hopefully whatever i have and will come up with will be of sufficient quality to negate the lack of quantity.
right now i wouldn't mind being thrashed into the middle of VSCP2 and being forced to deal with the undoubtedly immense amounts of stress and pressure and work. because for the most bit, the work doesn't take up much impact in terms of physical needs. you don't need a huge desk to do A2 sketches on. you can do half your work on the fifteen-inches of virtual real estate that's vertically supported on the hinge of your PowerBook.
and let's face it. coming up with twenty separate design concepts for hairdryers on twenty separate A2 sketches is not a walk in the park. i wish i could just worry about what to title a book.
but if, i move, my place, in line, i'll lose.
Tuesday, June 21
Don't Phunk With My Ears
i keep hearing "Don't Phunk With My Heart" advertized on television, together with the Motorola E680i.
so irritating.
so irritating.
06-21-05_1932
everyone's going crazy. this semester is appearing not to work out for anyone i know. of course, there are those who whinge but i could still care less about, but when those i choose to surround myself with are equally frustrated, then it must be a wide-spread thing.
what am i doing?
what am i doing?
Monday, June 20
06-20-05_1904
quicker than a ray of light. and yet still not fast enough to be sharply and crisply captured on my RAZR.
Friday, June 17
sous la pluie.
i just noticed the thunderstorm. two immediate thoughts:
1 - i should have brought my jacket out, and
2 - i want to go out and walk in the rain.
1 - i should have brought my jacket out, and
2 - i want to go out and walk in the rain.
Saturday, June 11
hummingbird
i'm still sick. and my father is coming over.
i want to shout at him. i want to bolt the door. i want to call him and instruct him not to come over.
i want to call him, shout at him to not come over, and then bolt the door.
i'm putting Interpol on, because X&Y is copy-protected and hence i won't buy it. i'm blogging while pretending to work. i'm blocking out the world. i'm sick and tired and i don't know what i want to do, in the next fifteen minutes, days, months or years. i'm panicking, i'm paranoid, i'm impossibly placid.
his goal in life was to be an echo.
i want to shout at him. i want to bolt the door. i want to call him and instruct him not to come over.
i want to call him, shout at him to not come over, and then bolt the door.
i'm putting Interpol on, because X&Y is copy-protected and hence i won't buy it. i'm blogging while pretending to work. i'm blocking out the world. i'm sick and tired and i don't know what i want to do, in the next fifteen minutes, days, months or years. i'm panicking, i'm paranoid, i'm impossibly placid.
his goal in life was to be an echo.
Thursday, June 9
supervixen
i'm getting the urge to throw everything i own out through a plate glass window again.
yes, that includes the PowerBook, the RAZR, the Wireless Mouse.
but maybe not the iPod.
yes, that includes the PowerBook, the RAZR, the Wireless Mouse.
but maybe not the iPod.
Monday, June 6
respite, addendum, section two
i mean, i don't like having to deal with power/water utility bills. i'm eighteen years old. i don't live on my own. i don't see any reason at all any typical eighteen year old needs to deal with any bills at all, in fact.
this in addition to my first uncle's birthday, my first aunt's bringing us out to brunch, my sister coming home past midnight, my sisters and brothers moving in with me at my grandpére's because they've lived past the eviction date at chuan park without another place to go to, them messing up my life, my mom flaking out, my father spending SIXTY THOUSAND DOLLARS on frivolousness and pleasure-seeking in less than two weeks when he said he took it to start his next business venture, me having to find out about the frivolity through subterfuge--finding out that a company selling buns took over the shop space my father said he was going to use.
i don't see why i need to be the one to take my brothers and sisters to apply for their identity cards, replace their school smartcards, give them their allowance, worry about where they are, worry about what they're doing, worry about what time they're back, decide between what they need and what they want, decide if it's okay to get them what they want, basically parent them.
so, i bitch. if you have a problem with that, then find means to express it that do not involve complaining about my bitching. bitching about bitching is something that only a select number of people can do well, and i'm sorry to say the pair of you do not. at all.
suck-cock face indeed. how droll.
this in addition to my first uncle's birthday, my first aunt's bringing us out to brunch, my sister coming home past midnight, my sisters and brothers moving in with me at my grandpére's because they've lived past the eviction date at chuan park without another place to go to, them messing up my life, my mom flaking out, my father spending SIXTY THOUSAND DOLLARS on frivolousness and pleasure-seeking in less than two weeks when he said he took it to start his next business venture, me having to find out about the frivolity through subterfuge--finding out that a company selling buns took over the shop space my father said he was going to use.
i don't see why i need to be the one to take my brothers and sisters to apply for their identity cards, replace their school smartcards, give them their allowance, worry about where they are, worry about what they're doing, worry about what time they're back, decide between what they need and what they want, decide if it's okay to get them what they want, basically parent them.
so, i bitch. if you have a problem with that, then find means to express it that do not involve complaining about my bitching. bitching about bitching is something that only a select number of people can do well, and i'm sorry to say the pair of you do not. at all.
suck-cock face indeed. how droll.
respite, addendum, to do
things i either should have done or really have to do:
-settle the power bill for chuan park before it overlaps onto the new owner's or, even worse, nullifies the deal and leaves us with the debt again
-log onto internet banking and prepare statement of accounts, for self-verification, male ex-parent's verification, and [long overdue] to confirm that the transfer made it over
-send in my Epson A3 printer for repair. extremely, irrefutably, unarguably overdue
-what else am i forgetting?
-settle the power bill for chuan park before it overlaps onto the new owner's or, even worse, nullifies the deal and leaves us with the debt again
-log onto internet banking and prepare statement of accounts, for self-verification, male ex-parent's verification, and [long overdue] to confirm that the transfer made it over
-send in my Epson A3 printer for repair. extremely, irrefutably, unarguably overdue
-what else am i forgetting?
respite, addendum
is there a point left?
i have a weird-ass schedule. one class on monday, one class on tuesday, no class on wednesday, and a crazy pair of full days on thursday and friday.
meaning i don't see my VSC friends, more or less the only people i like enough to hang out with in the whole of Temasek Polytechnic, almost at all.
and then, there was today. so is there a point left?
i accidentally sent my RAZR flying across the bottom lip of my open PowerBook just now, in Form Development lecture. three minor scratches resulted. normally that would be the most saddening thing to happen to me the entire day, but today other things happened that were more saddening. more saddening than my thousand-dollar cell phone scratching against my three-thousand-dollar computer?
i don't think i'm making any sense at all any more.
i have a weird-ass schedule. one class on monday, one class on tuesday, no class on wednesday, and a crazy pair of full days on thursday and friday.
meaning i don't see my VSC friends, more or less the only people i like enough to hang out with in the whole of Temasek Polytechnic, almost at all.
and then, there was today. so is there a point left?
i accidentally sent my RAZR flying across the bottom lip of my open PowerBook just now, in Form Development lecture. three minor scratches resulted. normally that would be the most saddening thing to happen to me the entire day, but today other things happened that were more saddening. more saddening than my thousand-dollar cell phone scratching against my three-thousand-dollar computer?
i don't think i'm making any sense at all any more.
Monday, May 30
Sunday, May 29
some kind of beautiful
conversations are supposed to lag once every seven minutes. however, in my experience seven seconds are usually more than enough.
something's happened. or something's happening. i prefer staying on campus and in studio instead of going home, or getting another life in addition to Music, Television, the Internet, School, Movies, Money, Home and Family. or trying to make or keep friends. it shouldn't be this hard. i'm letting go, i don't want to try any more, i don't want to make the effort, i don't want to be monosyllabically placated. it's quite simple: you either are, or you're not. no amount of hiedstatt chocolate cake, sweet secrets' chocolate royale cake, black-eyed peas singles, gershwin broadway musicals, abysmal dinners at olio bites, weird drinks mixed with vermouth and bombay sapphire or lime in a martini shaker, canadian pizza, homecooked pasta, big ben's pies, absolut currant at seoul garden, thomas paine's common senses, huge pink gloomy bears, linkin park records, jet records, the ataris records, colin raye records, apples in stereo records, leather-bound diaries from bookbinders, guess watches, dkny watches, french phrasebooks, brown nobleman shirts, anna sui's dolly girls, hugo boss's boss in motion with deoderant and lacoste toiletries thrown in, ... and i'm out.
it probably happened when i turned right to exit the station in the direction of the library before i even could think to think about detouring left like i always do. like i used to do.
and, i know, this isn't going to stop me from giving or taking anything like what's above. but when i do it in the future, it's not going to guarantee that i mean something, care about it, care about you, even like you.
because, as i've said before, you either are or you aren't. if you don't like to wear your heart on your sleeve, you can't blame people for not noticing its intentions, or that it's even there.
i'm starting to become afraid of virigina woolf.
oh, and the beach was a bitch to watch. this should teach me to watch something because guillaume canet was in it, and it can't be that bad if he accepted a role in it, can it?
something's happened. or something's happening. i prefer staying on campus and in studio instead of going home, or getting another life in addition to Music, Television, the Internet, School, Movies, Money, Home and Family. or trying to make or keep friends. it shouldn't be this hard. i'm letting go, i don't want to try any more, i don't want to make the effort, i don't want to be monosyllabically placated. it's quite simple: you either are, or you're not. no amount of hiedstatt chocolate cake, sweet secrets' chocolate royale cake, black-eyed peas singles, gershwin broadway musicals, abysmal dinners at olio bites, weird drinks mixed with vermouth and bombay sapphire or lime in a martini shaker, canadian pizza, homecooked pasta, big ben's pies, absolut currant at seoul garden, thomas paine's common senses, huge pink gloomy bears, linkin park records, jet records, the ataris records, colin raye records, apples in stereo records, leather-bound diaries from bookbinders, guess watches, dkny watches, french phrasebooks, brown nobleman shirts, anna sui's dolly girls, hugo boss's boss in motion with deoderant and lacoste toiletries thrown in, ... and i'm out.
it probably happened when i turned right to exit the station in the direction of the library before i even could think to think about detouring left like i always do. like i used to do.
and, i know, this isn't going to stop me from giving or taking anything like what's above. but when i do it in the future, it's not going to guarantee that i mean something, care about it, care about you, even like you.
because, as i've said before, you either are or you aren't. if you don't like to wear your heart on your sleeve, you can't blame people for not noticing its intentions, or that it's even there.
i'm starting to become afraid of virigina woolf.
oh, and the beach was a bitch to watch. this should teach me to watch something because guillaume canet was in it, and it can't be that bad if he accepted a role in it, can it?
Tuesday, May 24
Shouldn't Have Done That
I couldn't sleep, and so rose and picked up where i left off with the book i was reading. Now i've gone and finished it, all four hundred and thirty five pages, and it's past three in the morning. Worse, this's the second of three loans from two libraries i made less than three days ago. So that leaves me with only one more book before i have to go back to one.
a house is not a home
i should freaking be asleep. but i'm too everything to sleep. i wish you knew what i meant.
there's a free breakfast i'm invited to going on in seven hours at TCC. no, not The Coffee Connoisseur, Temasek Convention Center. it marks the start of the semester and preceeds the talk given by the director before the start of every semester.
after that, i need to sort out my sister's school smartcard at Tiong Bahru, for which she submitted my brother's birth certificate in a cold-medicine haze. after that i need to bring the birth certificate to Lavender, where my brother needs to register for his identity card, which is a week overdue, once done i need to bring the smartcard to Toa Payoh to meet my sister.
i think i miss design school orientation. i only think i do because i wasn't an official part of it, but there's even a photo of me in the post-orientation online gallery [also: i need to decide what exactly it is i want to do with my hair]. the thing is that bits of it seemed enormous fun from the outside looking in.
i want my PowerBook back. i fear i suffer from abandonment issues, and i fear this particular one is at fever pitch. withdrawal is not a good thing.
the warranty on my PowerBook ends on the sixth of June. the same day our residential reprieve at Chuan Park ends. five hundred dollars will extend the AppleCare Protection Plan on my PowerBook for another two years. sadly the same cannot be said for Chuan Park.
i managed to spend over two hundred dollars at Zara without wanting a single thing there. that's what sisters can do.
my freshman-to-junior break is over. and i'm not really sure what happened before, during or is going to happen after it.
there's a free breakfast i'm invited to going on in seven hours at TCC. no, not The Coffee Connoisseur, Temasek Convention Center. it marks the start of the semester and preceeds the talk given by the director before the start of every semester.
after that, i need to sort out my sister's school smartcard at Tiong Bahru, for which she submitted my brother's birth certificate in a cold-medicine haze. after that i need to bring the birth certificate to Lavender, where my brother needs to register for his identity card, which is a week overdue, once done i need to bring the smartcard to Toa Payoh to meet my sister.
i think i miss design school orientation. i only think i do because i wasn't an official part of it, but there's even a photo of me in the post-orientation online gallery [also: i need to decide what exactly it is i want to do with my hair]. the thing is that bits of it seemed enormous fun from the outside looking in.
i want my PowerBook back. i fear i suffer from abandonment issues, and i fear this particular one is at fever pitch. withdrawal is not a good thing.
the warranty on my PowerBook ends on the sixth of June. the same day our residential reprieve at Chuan Park ends. five hundred dollars will extend the AppleCare Protection Plan on my PowerBook for another two years. sadly the same cannot be said for Chuan Park.
i managed to spend over two hundred dollars at Zara without wanting a single thing there. that's what sisters can do.
my freshman-to-junior break is over. and i'm not really sure what happened before, during or is going to happen after it.
"Rory, the penal system isn't something to enjoy, it's something with a name that makes us giggle."
-Lorelai Gilmore, in Gilmore Girls 0522: A House Is Not A Home
Friday, May 20
Thursday, May 19
powerless
why can't my fricking life pause just long enough for me to send my PowerBook for repair?
also: revenge of the sith is a seriously bad movie, free sneak preview tickets and complimentary jumbo popcorn and coke combo or not.
also: revenge of the sith is a seriously bad movie, free sneak preview tickets and complimentary jumbo popcorn and coke combo or not.
Wednesday, May 18
Tuesday, May 17
Saturday, May 14
Friday, May 13
0402
of course they would never really do it, but the very idea of trashing a PowerBook? is just wrong. is just unbelievable.
it'll be a cunt of a day today, i'm sure of it.
it'll be a cunt of a day today, i'm sure of it.
Wednesday, May 11
the showdown
The Return Of The Nana? wasn't so good. The Showdown? wasn't so good either. mostly because i cannot believe that they would dare to pull a stunt like having kirsten's rental Jeep Grand Cherokee be run over by this huge behemoth of a container truck. i was suspicious when she dropped her Motorola whilst drunk and talking to sandy, driving. i was still in shock when she narrowly missed being run down by some Chevorlet SUV. and when the fricking huge truck loomed, i gasped. the Jeep flipped.
yes, i gasped. hold me.
i should have suspected something when sandy took the Range Rover to the shop because he heard a weird noise, and got her a rental. the Jeep isn't a cheap car, but nothing compared to a Range Rover. that was handled rather well, though; at least the Jeep got totalled for real, and they didn't switch out the cars at the last second [Lexus LS430/Hyundai Sonata, anyone?].
i'm not loving any of the other storylines though.
also, on an absolutely unrelated note, i didn't want to do it, but i did, because i think i needed to.
yes, i gasped. hold me.
i should have suspected something when sandy took the Range Rover to the shop because he heard a weird noise, and got her a rental. the Jeep isn't a cheap car, but nothing compared to a Range Rover. that was handled rather well, though; at least the Jeep got totalled for real, and they didn't switch out the cars at the last second [Lexus LS430/Hyundai Sonata, anyone?].
i'm not loving any of the other storylines though.
also, on an absolutely unrelated note, i didn't want to do it, but i did, because i think i needed to.
Tuesday, May 10
the self-destruct button
"what's that saying? why do i keep hitting myself with a hammer?
because it feels so good when i stop."
Monday, May 9
reamed out
it's really fucking annoying when someone who sports golden hair, smokes copiously, drinks beer and once had his axillary hair cut off with a pair of scissors also owns the same piece of magnesium-and-anodized-aluminum razor-thin technology as you do.
i bloody fucking hate alvin chow.
i bloody fucking hate alvin chow.
Sunday, May 8
the new channel 5 beat
i hate channel five's new coporate look. it is bloody irritating, and i do not fricking want to look at Verdana and whatever that other irritating typeface is every time i'm watching channel five.
Saturday, May 7
blinking lights and other revelations
it's beautifully delicious. i've only listened to the first disc, so i might be off, though that's not likely.
and i wanted to blog about something else as well. but i forgot what it was.
so, um, goodnight.
and i wanted to blog about something else as well. but i forgot what it was.
so, um, goodnight.
Friday, May 6
note to self, for future reference
the default action for a Motorola phone, when a Bluetooth headset connects to it during the ringing of an incoming call, is to accept the call with audio routed to the headset.
Thursday, May 5
false calling
i just watched "Tru Calling" on Channel 5, because i was too lazy to get up off the couch after ER was over. and it was interesting, but cheesy and ugly, and it made it realize i would give a lot of things to be able to wake up tomorrow and have it be last friday. i definitly would have looked after my PowerBook better--at least well enough to avoid getting the mysterious bulge above the RJ11 port that i have now, been more careful not to drop my RAZR next to Emerson's pool and scratch it up, and been less of an idiot deleteing files off the digital camera so that i wouldn't need to spend fifty dollars on software that wouldn't even have been able to retrieve the lost files, anyway.
suckass.
suckass.
Wednesday, May 4
it starts with "c" and ends with "t"
i guess this means i have too much money at my disposal. unable to find any free solutions or methods to "free up" solutions, i actually paid for software today. and it didn't manage to recover all the videos. i wouldn't be sore if it managed to recover the one i wanted, the one of my ex-classmates milling around Emerson's library just before the group photo was taken. why did my sister have to go and protect her silly videos, of which she already had multiple copies clogging up my hard drive, confusing me when i found my protected videos and thought they were hers?
should have spent the money on Salling Clicker.
should have spent the money on Salling Clicker.
stupid, stupid doofushead
i just accidentally deleted six or seven avi movies from the mayday party. fuck.
04-05-05_1135.jpg
This's just to force a publish on my blog. It had better work--you have no idea how difficult it is to find something not completely boring to shoot inside of Geriatric Rehabilitation.
Tuesday, May 3
kingdom of hell
this sucks. it cannot be worth waiting an age for an less-full-than-bursting-at-the-seams train.
the Saab 7-series
althought i cannot completely forgive them for doing it with such cavalier abandon and thinking no one would notice, i actually prefer the Saab 9-3 to the BMW 7-series as derek shepard's car. what is it with replacing cars at random on shows? what ever happened to continuity? some examples of shows that do the same thing but irritate the shit out of me: The O.C., where Marissa's Ford Mustang randomly changes from a coupé to a convertible and back again; Smallville, where Lex Luthor drives a different car on set EVERY WEEK, and any Singaporean drama series involving an automobile accident, where--as an example--a Lexus LS430 mysteriously turns into an old Hyundai Sonata at the point of impact.
once upon a dream
i woke and decided i didn't feel any better. so i cleaned up, ate, showered, and now am going to go watch Grey's Anatomy.
fools like me
such a bad weekend, week, then weekend.
in point form:
SATURDAY
-hobo@bank
SUNDAY
-went out for cake for rosemarie's birthday and meet-up with pre-break-up rong and dax
-asked my siblings to come over for pizza and cake
-brother throws tantrum because he missed bus and doesn't want to come any more
-we celebrate the birthday
-head back home with siblings to bring over the vacumm cleaner, stay over and do some cleaning-up the next morning
MONDAY
-i couldn't sleep until five-thirty AM because my father snored and the air-conditoner dripped water constantly
-at six-thirty my father switched on the television
-at six-forty five he fell asleep. incredulous, i switch it back off and try to get some sleep again
-at seven-thirty, he switches one the television again
-i leave
-arrive back at kallang and slept the afternoon away, after much effort trying to get asleep
TUESDAY TO THURSDAY
-sleep cycle ruined, i spend the week up till six, unable to sleep
-in a bid to condition myself back to normal sleeping hours, i only sleep four hours each time
-bid is in vain
-on wednesday, father calls at kallang at eleven thirty PM because he wants to draw four thousand--two before midnight, two after
-rong and dax break up, then fight over jamie
-i pre-order Mac OS X Tiger, one copy of which is to be delievered to ken
-ken realizes he will the in Thailand on the day Tiger is released
FRIDAY
-start to use caffine to jumpstart my day, hoping the crash would come at a timely hour that conicides with normal sleeping hours
-Tiger was to arrive today, but at an undeterminable time. put self on house arrest to wait for package
-Tiger arrived at seven, one hour after the official singaporean launch. which also happens to be dinnertime here
-installed and explored Tiger, then headed out to pick up my sister at Toa Payoh, where i develop yet another new-fangled allergic-to-going-out rash and buy an Oral-B/Braun toothbrush that turns out to not have a timer
SATURDAY
-brunch at Imperial Teochew Restaurant with grandpa, first aunt, second aunt, aunt-of-sorts and rosemarie, plus sister and brother as hangers-on
-shopping and wheeling at Takashimaya and Ngee Ann City
-back home, try to contact rong to settle on time and meet for checking out gramaphone's cd warehouse sale. she doesn't answer her mobile
-sister, who stayed out after brunch to meet with friends, calls me to go out and meet her for dinner. i agree, after listening to the extended ringing of rong's phone for several calls's time
-rong calls. i have to cancel on her
-i meet my sister, i picked up some things at Watson's including hair dye for my aunt-of-sorts
-we head to HarborFront Center to meet my other sister, who was at sentosa
-we meet Matin, who is malay, who my sister doesn't yet know likes her a lot, even though i can tell right off
-we blast through Cold Storage, and Matin takes off
-we are the last customers at Pastamania!, and they forget an order of Spagehtti Bolognese which they compensate for with a free tiramisu
-we head back to kallang, stop at mcdonald's, head back to aunt's
-we watch Gilmore Girls
-fin
SUNDAY
-wake late
-head out late
-arrived at emerson's enormous O.C.-esque house for fantastic O.C.-esque rager
-only one of my primary schoolmates still recongizes me [another two do because i've seen them just prior to the party], even though i recognize every one of them. apparently i've changed a lot
-mucking around, gossiping, catching up, reminiscing, generally having the best time i've had so far this year
-was in awe of what everyone was doing with their lives, though i never let it show
MONDAY
-near midnight it comes to light that one of my ex-schoolmates has had a lot to drink
-reports claim she'd downed beers, vodka, bacardi, red wine, white wine, a red/white wine mix and a improvised white wine and raspberry 7-up 'pink champange'
-spends the entire time from eleven to six AM in a stupor, running around the house, with the four of us that stayed over chasing her around the house making sure she doesn't fall a) into the pool, b) down a flight of stairs, or c) onto glasses she breaks
-near six AM she finally goes down and stays down. everyone catches about three hours of sleep
-wake, have breakfast, muck around the house, muck around the pool, shower/change, and we leave
-accidentally leave my custom-print t-shirt behind. will have to go back and get it
-get back to kallang around two, unpack, shower, gradually fall asleep
-am awoken at six. mother is here soon to take up to dinner for alastair's birthday, and anyway first aunt is back soon
-drag myself out of bed, clean up, and go. mom drives us to sembawang, to slighting cool-in-a-quaint-way Bottle Tree Town, where we discover the waiting time for a table is over an hour
-we explore the place a little and decide to go to Bullfrog at Novena Square instead
-on the way out of sembawang, drunken girl's mother calls. i supply some details, explain when and where she left us and what she said she was going to [an interview], and tell her what went on last night
-eventually i curtly told her that i met her daugther for the first time in six years last night, and that i have no idea what she did or was doing. wondering how the hell she contacted me, i end the conversation
-over dinner, my father calls, pissed that i his pre-paid card hasn't been topped up. i told him i was too busy, and didn't listen to what else he had to say, grunting when appropiate and flipping the phone shut when he hung up
-it comes out that my brother got caught smoking. it wasn't news to me, but my attitude was of nonchalance--it's not my life to ruin or save. i then decided that i had enough self-destructive people in my life, and that it was time to start cutting back
-i get back to kallang. they know about the smoking, because my father came over and shot his mouth off in a blind and sadly misguided bid to get my first aunt to take in my brother. i get pissed off, spend the rest of the evening ranting and talking to my aunt-of-sorts and rosemarie
-and here i am.
i cried a little on the way back from Bullfrog, in my mother's Sunny, to no one's knowledge. hanging out with my primary school classmates--i had never hung out with people that made me feel so comfortable with myself in, like, forever. and because of two major mistakes commited to my life, i probably will never find myself any more comfortably comfortable again, bar being invited to any more class gatherings. i dropped out of that social circle when my father screwed up my appeal into The Chinese High School and stuck me with Victoria School. i lost any real chance of re-entry when my parents and Ang Pow Chew decided it was in my best interest to retain me one extra year at the end of my first year in secondary four. now, out of Victoria and nothing real gained from it, in poly where i barely fit in, only going into the army when i'm an old man and the other '86-ers long gone and going on with their rest of their lives, i realize i'm going to be lonely for a long time coming.
i remember once telling matt that though i miss the idea and regret the ruined chance of possibly having continued my life into TCHS and keeping in that circle of Nanyang Primary friends, i felt that my second year in secondary four in Victoria School might have made it slightly less painful--i met people i liked quite a bit, i did some things i never would have before, i developed a real-er personality. matt told me then that that was rubbish, my life would probably have been much better had i gone on to TCHS; i couldn't miss what i never got the pleasure of discovering and knowing in the first place.
he was, and is, right. what i am now, six years on from Nanyang Primary School, is a lonely, ugly, arsehole who just spent an entire hour basically wallowing.
bonne nuit.
in point form:
SATURDAY
-hobo@bank
SUNDAY
-went out for cake for rosemarie's birthday and meet-up with pre-break-up rong and dax
-asked my siblings to come over for pizza and cake
-brother throws tantrum because he missed bus and doesn't want to come any more
-we celebrate the birthday
-head back home with siblings to bring over the vacumm cleaner, stay over and do some cleaning-up the next morning
MONDAY
-i couldn't sleep until five-thirty AM because my father snored and the air-conditoner dripped water constantly
-at six-thirty my father switched on the television
-at six-forty five he fell asleep. incredulous, i switch it back off and try to get some sleep again
-at seven-thirty, he switches one the television again
-i leave
-arrive back at kallang and slept the afternoon away, after much effort trying to get asleep
TUESDAY TO THURSDAY
-sleep cycle ruined, i spend the week up till six, unable to sleep
-in a bid to condition myself back to normal sleeping hours, i only sleep four hours each time
-bid is in vain
-on wednesday, father calls at kallang at eleven thirty PM because he wants to draw four thousand--two before midnight, two after
-rong and dax break up, then fight over jamie
-i pre-order Mac OS X Tiger, one copy of which is to be delievered to ken
-ken realizes he will the in Thailand on the day Tiger is released
FRIDAY
-start to use caffine to jumpstart my day, hoping the crash would come at a timely hour that conicides with normal sleeping hours
-Tiger was to arrive today, but at an undeterminable time. put self on house arrest to wait for package
-Tiger arrived at seven, one hour after the official singaporean launch. which also happens to be dinnertime here
-installed and explored Tiger, then headed out to pick up my sister at Toa Payoh, where i develop yet another new-fangled allergic-to-going-out rash and buy an Oral-B/Braun toothbrush that turns out to not have a timer
SATURDAY
-brunch at Imperial Teochew Restaurant with grandpa, first aunt, second aunt, aunt-of-sorts and rosemarie, plus sister and brother as hangers-on
-shopping and wheeling at Takashimaya and Ngee Ann City
-back home, try to contact rong to settle on time and meet for checking out gramaphone's cd warehouse sale. she doesn't answer her mobile
-sister, who stayed out after brunch to meet with friends, calls me to go out and meet her for dinner. i agree, after listening to the extended ringing of rong's phone for several calls's time
-rong calls. i have to cancel on her
-i meet my sister, i picked up some things at Watson's including hair dye for my aunt-of-sorts
-we head to HarborFront Center to meet my other sister, who was at sentosa
-we meet Matin, who is malay, who my sister doesn't yet know likes her a lot, even though i can tell right off
-we blast through Cold Storage, and Matin takes off
-we are the last customers at Pastamania!, and they forget an order of Spagehtti Bolognese which they compensate for with a free tiramisu
-we head back to kallang, stop at mcdonald's, head back to aunt's
-we watch Gilmore Girls
-fin
SUNDAY
-wake late
-head out late
-arrived at emerson's enormous O.C.-esque house for fantastic O.C.-esque rager
-only one of my primary schoolmates still recongizes me [another two do because i've seen them just prior to the party], even though i recognize every one of them. apparently i've changed a lot
-mucking around, gossiping, catching up, reminiscing, generally having the best time i've had so far this year
-was in awe of what everyone was doing with their lives, though i never let it show
MONDAY
-near midnight it comes to light that one of my ex-schoolmates has had a lot to drink
-reports claim she'd downed beers, vodka, bacardi, red wine, white wine, a red/white wine mix and a improvised white wine and raspberry 7-up 'pink champange'
-spends the entire time from eleven to six AM in a stupor, running around the house, with the four of us that stayed over chasing her around the house making sure she doesn't fall a) into the pool, b) down a flight of stairs, or c) onto glasses she breaks
-near six AM she finally goes down and stays down. everyone catches about three hours of sleep
-wake, have breakfast, muck around the house, muck around the pool, shower/change, and we leave
-accidentally leave my custom-print t-shirt behind. will have to go back and get it
-get back to kallang around two, unpack, shower, gradually fall asleep
-am awoken at six. mother is here soon to take up to dinner for alastair's birthday, and anyway first aunt is back soon
-drag myself out of bed, clean up, and go. mom drives us to sembawang, to slighting cool-in-a-quaint-way Bottle Tree Town, where we discover the waiting time for a table is over an hour
-we explore the place a little and decide to go to Bullfrog at Novena Square instead
-on the way out of sembawang, drunken girl's mother calls. i supply some details, explain when and where she left us and what she said she was going to [an interview], and tell her what went on last night
-eventually i curtly told her that i met her daugther for the first time in six years last night, and that i have no idea what she did or was doing. wondering how the hell she contacted me, i end the conversation
-over dinner, my father calls, pissed that i his pre-paid card hasn't been topped up. i told him i was too busy, and didn't listen to what else he had to say, grunting when appropiate and flipping the phone shut when he hung up
-it comes out that my brother got caught smoking. it wasn't news to me, but my attitude was of nonchalance--it's not my life to ruin or save. i then decided that i had enough self-destructive people in my life, and that it was time to start cutting back
-i get back to kallang. they know about the smoking, because my father came over and shot his mouth off in a blind and sadly misguided bid to get my first aunt to take in my brother. i get pissed off, spend the rest of the evening ranting and talking to my aunt-of-sorts and rosemarie
-and here i am.
i cried a little on the way back from Bullfrog, in my mother's Sunny, to no one's knowledge. hanging out with my primary school classmates--i had never hung out with people that made me feel so comfortable with myself in, like, forever. and because of two major mistakes commited to my life, i probably will never find myself any more comfortably comfortable again, bar being invited to any more class gatherings. i dropped out of that social circle when my father screwed up my appeal into The Chinese High School and stuck me with Victoria School. i lost any real chance of re-entry when my parents and Ang Pow Chew decided it was in my best interest to retain me one extra year at the end of my first year in secondary four. now, out of Victoria and nothing real gained from it, in poly where i barely fit in, only going into the army when i'm an old man and the other '86-ers long gone and going on with their rest of their lives, i realize i'm going to be lonely for a long time coming.
i remember once telling matt that though i miss the idea and regret the ruined chance of possibly having continued my life into TCHS and keeping in that circle of Nanyang Primary friends, i felt that my second year in secondary four in Victoria School might have made it slightly less painful--i met people i liked quite a bit, i did some things i never would have before, i developed a real-er personality. matt told me then that that was rubbish, my life would probably have been much better had i gone on to TCHS; i couldn't miss what i never got the pleasure of discovering and knowing in the first place.
he was, and is, right. what i am now, six years on from Nanyang Primary School, is a lonely, ugly, arsehole who just spent an entire hour basically wallowing.
bonne nuit.
Monday, May 2
Friday, April 29
Wednesday, April 27
what made me do it
Apple - Mac OS X - iSync"
there's an extremely handsome* phone on that page.
and it works with Tiger.
i already have one.
so i want the other.
"razrhorizontal", or "What Finally Convinced Me To Pre-Order Tiger"
*the phone was somewhat disheveled-looking, though. the back cover wasn't snapped on properly, and the blue protection sticker was still on the Motorola emblem at the speaker.
there's an extremely handsome* phone on that page.
and it works with Tiger.
i already have one.
so i want the other.
"razrhorizontal", or "What Finally Convinced Me To Pre-Order Tiger"
*the phone was somewhat disheveled-looking, though. the back cover wasn't snapped on properly, and the blue protection sticker was still on the Motorola emblem at the speaker.
Saturday, April 23
hobo@bank
My father is a fucking looney tune. Here i am, seconds from the ikea alarm clock in my bedroom going off, standing in the queue at the sims avenue Post Office Savings Bank, in the clothes i slept in, teeth not brushed, mouth not washed, hair not combed. All because my father ran out of money and wants me to take out four more thousand to spend on himself.
Friday, April 22
Tuesday, April 19
everything's kind of... dark
shit, i wish i managed to get more sleep than this. i'm hyper, but my eyes are fatigued, and-but it hurts like a mother to close them, and everything looks much darker than normal. and i can't sleep for another two hours, thereabouts.
"they"
option b.
i spent a couple of hours doing a bit of cleaning up. i'm not touching the shit in the kitchen and the living room. that and exposed-for-several-days food, i'm not going to touch. i put up half the mattresses so i could sweep the floor, and i opened all the windows and switched the air-conditioner to fan mode to ventilate, respectively, the room and the internals of the air-conditioner. my guess is that that room hasn't seen direct sunlight or had fresh air blown through it in ages.
the place's a mess. bree van de kamp would have a field day. soap scum all over the bathrooms, floors either coated with dust or sticky, every utensil and piece of cutlery in the house in the sink, dirty laundry all over the place, my father's mandarin evening papers dominating the corner of the master bedroom next to the bathroom, which doesn't have a door. and, yes, they all sleep in the master bedroom.
i have to go back to geylang tonight, because my first aunt is coming back from china tonight. i want to bring the vaccumn cleaner back with me, take it apart, see if it'd work, but i think going out and buying one'd be easier. can't be too expensive, can it? then again, i will only buy brand named goods.
i have a couple of hours. i'll just hang about, wait for one of my siblings to get home because i don't have the key, shower, and go back. why do i like it better here than at my grandfather's?
i spent a couple of hours doing a bit of cleaning up. i'm not touching the shit in the kitchen and the living room. that and exposed-for-several-days food, i'm not going to touch. i put up half the mattresses so i could sweep the floor, and i opened all the windows and switched the air-conditioner to fan mode to ventilate, respectively, the room and the internals of the air-conditioner. my guess is that that room hasn't seen direct sunlight or had fresh air blown through it in ages.
the place's a mess. bree van de kamp would have a field day. soap scum all over the bathrooms, floors either coated with dust or sticky, every utensil and piece of cutlery in the house in the sink, dirty laundry all over the place, my father's mandarin evening papers dominating the corner of the master bedroom next to the bathroom, which doesn't have a door. and, yes, they all sleep in the master bedroom.
i have to go back to geylang tonight, because my first aunt is coming back from china tonight. i want to bring the vaccumn cleaner back with me, take it apart, see if it'd work, but i think going out and buying one'd be easier. can't be too expensive, can it? then again, i will only buy brand named goods.
i have a couple of hours. i'll just hang about, wait for one of my siblings to get home because i don't have the key, shower, and go back. why do i like it better here than at my grandfather's?
khakis
I'm still awake. Lying on a mattress, in my brother's black nike t-shirt and my khakis. Let me be the one to tell you that khakis do not make the best pyjamas. Why won't he stop snoring?
i need some sleep
my father is snoring. very loudly. i cannot sleep, as a result. and i'm balancing my PowerBook on half a lap, blogging about it.
i am not mentally sound.
i am not mentally sound.
mintiness.
things i've learned today:
the model UN thing is not just some minty RJC thing. it's a very minty worldwide thing. wow.
my siblings at chuan park are living in squalor. i don't know whether i want to sit down and cry, spend the week here cleaning up, or suddenly have a wave of human emotion and move back here to be with my family. so i decide on none of them. the last one was more than a little unlikely anyway.
the first season of The O.C. was much, much, better than the current, soon-to-be-ending one.
there are few good things in my life.
living at geylang with my grandfather might be better in many, many ways, but here i can live guilt-free, have the air-conditioner be still on when i wake up instead of it having been shut off at six am, and there's actual water pressure.
more than ever, i feel like i don't really belong. anywhere.
and.. i'm out. i am tired, and i can no longer think and type without enough light falling on my keyboard.
the model UN thing is not just some minty RJC thing. it's a very minty worldwide thing. wow.
my siblings at chuan park are living in squalor. i don't know whether i want to sit down and cry, spend the week here cleaning up, or suddenly have a wave of human emotion and move back here to be with my family. so i decide on none of them. the last one was more than a little unlikely anyway.
the first season of The O.C. was much, much, better than the current, soon-to-be-ending one.
there are few good things in my life.
living at geylang with my grandfather might be better in many, many ways, but here i can live guilt-free, have the air-conditioner be still on when i wake up instead of it having been shut off at six am, and there's actual water pressure.
more than ever, i feel like i don't really belong. anywhere.
and.. i'm out. i am tired, and i can no longer think and type without enough light falling on my keyboard.
Saturday, April 16
flea day
i've just discovered that:
someone i don't know personally went to a flea market that someone i know personally went to as well, but didn't ask me to.
and that that someone i don't know personally bought an Apples In Stereo record there. the only Apples In Stereo record i've bought is the only one i've managed to find. and i only bought it because it was one christmas sale, for twenty-eight dollars. it's now selling for forty-three. and michelle bought her copy of "A Discovery Of A World Inside The Moone" for FOUR DOLLARS.
royston.
someone i don't know personally went to a flea market that someone i know personally went to as well, but didn't ask me to.
and that that someone i don't know personally bought an Apples In Stereo record there. the only Apples In Stereo record i've bought is the only one i've managed to find. and i only bought it because it was one christmas sale, for twenty-eight dollars. it's now selling for forty-three. and michelle bought her copy of "A Discovery Of A World Inside The Moone" for FOUR DOLLARS.
royston.
"Fools Like Me", Lisa Loeb, "The Way It Really Is"
"Everybody go
The party's over
I wanna be alone in my head, in my bed, tonight
You never show
You must really love her
You think I don't know, but I do, yeah it's true
I think, over is over
I'm right back where I started
(When it comes to wanting you)
I can't have what I wanted
(When it comes to wanting you)
But I did, I can, I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
If love is blind, if love's a drug
It always is, it always was, and
Love was surely made for fools like me
I know where I'm going
I'm tripping, I'm sliding around, that's ok
At least I'm excited
It wasn't how I planned it
(Wasn't how I planned it, feet are where I landed, least I understand it now)
My feet are where I landed
(Feet are staying on the ground)
But I did, I can, I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
If love is blind, if love's a drug
It always is, it always was, and
Love was surely made for fools like me
Fools like me
(Fools like me)
I did, I can, I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
Maybe it's the sanest thing
Or just the sweetest kind of dream
But love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools like me"
Friday, April 15
this, just in
Nokia CEO rejects criticism on phone design at AGM
Nokia's shareholders do not like Nokia's recent phone designs and feel that they are inferior to other manufacturers'.
no shit, sherlocks.
Nokia's shareholders do not like Nokia's recent phone designs and feel that they are inferior to other manufacturers'.
no shit, sherlocks.
Thursday, April 14
The Office - An American Workspace
taken from The Office 0104 "The Alliance"
[conference room. PHYLLIS, ANGELA and PAMELA are planning MEREDITH's surprise birthday party]
PHYLLIS: Well, uh, for decorations maybe we could... It's stupid, forget it.
ANGELA: What?
PHYLLIS: Oh, I was just going to say 'Maybe we could have streamers' but it's dumb, everybody has streamers. Nevermind.
ANGELA: No, yeah, I think that's a good idea. What color do you guys think?
PHYLLIS: Well, there's green, uh, blue, yellow, red...
PAMELA: [cutting in] How about green?
ANGELA: I think green is kind of whore-ish.
[cut to PAMELA solo interview]
PAMELA: This was tough. I suggested we flip a coin, but Angela said she doesn't like to gamble. Of course by saying that, she was gambling that I wouldn't smack her.
Wednesday, April 13
Tuesday, April 12
iBanking on your iBook.
DBS iBanking
iBanking. Apple-ish, no?
yes. even on the front page, there's a trendy gym-dressed woman in loft apartment, sitting indian-style on her pine floor, trackpad-ing away happily at her iBook.
but i bet you, SHE'S SURE AS HELL NOT BANKING ONLINE WITH DBS.
why? because it simply does not work, except on Safari, where it appears to freeze the browser for an age, and then finally loads. on Firefox, Camino, Netscape and even Internet Explorer, it appears to load properly, but tells you to wait for the applet to load when you try to submit your User ID and PIN... FOREVER. NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU WAIT AND HOW MANY TIMES YOU TRY TO SUBMIT.
or maybe iBanking only works on iBooks. my PowerBook? no banana.
welcome to the cutting age. and yay for internet banking.
iBanking. Apple-ish, no?
yes. even on the front page, there's a trendy gym-dressed woman in loft apartment, sitting indian-style on her pine floor, trackpad-ing away happily at her iBook.
but i bet you, SHE'S SURE AS HELL NOT BANKING ONLINE WITH DBS.
why? because it simply does not work, except on Safari, where it appears to freeze the browser for an age, and then finally loads. on Firefox, Camino, Netscape and even Internet Explorer, it appears to load properly, but tells you to wait for the applet to load when you try to submit your User ID and PIN... FOREVER. NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU WAIT AND HOW MANY TIMES YOU TRY TO SUBMIT.
or maybe iBanking only works on iBooks. my PowerBook? no banana.
welcome to the cutting age. and yay for internet banking.
Monday, April 11
stream-of-consiousness update
i seem to have inherited the stream-of-consiousness style of blogging. must do better. anyway, last night? one of the dreams i had? was me waking up, checking my RAZR's charge level, for some reason opening the back cover to check the batteries, and finding DOUBLE A BATTERIES installed in it.
freaky.
freaky.
short-lived weather update
it didn't last long enough. she's not wet, she was kept from coming back, but it's far too soon.
weather-related update
i wish i knew it was going to rain. i would have headed out, if only because i wanted an excuse to wear my black pinstriped Topman blazer out again. now i can only hope for similar weather tomorrow.
weather update
okay it's pouring like crazy now, which makes excellent weather.
as a bonus this might mean my crazy-wheelchair-bitch aunt being kept from coming back from her acupuncture therapy a little longer.
or! it could mean she was caught and drenched in the rain!
though if she turns up dry as a bone now i'm going to be kicking something.
as a bonus this might mean my crazy-wheelchair-bitch aunt being kept from coming back from her acupuncture therapy a little longer.
or! it could mean she was caught and drenched in the rain!
though if she turns up dry as a bone now i'm going to be kicking something.
Sunday, April 10
The West Wing 0518 "Access"
i'm watching The West Wing now, and i am loving it. i've always liked C.J.'s job and what it involved and how she does it, but this episode [a mock-documentary--no, not a mockumentary--about her job, within an epsiode of The West Wing] gives it really, something else.
am i weird for enjoying a fictional tv documentary about a ficitonal press secretary of a fictional administration of a ficitonal TV series so much?
am i weird for enjoying a fictional tv documentary about a ficitonal press secretary of a fictional administration of a ficitonal TV series so much?
Friday, April 8
an iPod without music on it is... utterly useless
i was just about to go to bed and fall asleep listening to my iPod. then i realized that it's full of joyce's data.
i'm calling it a night
joyce's PowerBook is still stumping me. but i have a feeling it's a RAM issue. shall test tomorrow. too bad i've already [backed up and] erased her hard disk.
was continuing to transfer my old blog's archives as i waiting for the PowerBook to try and install Mac OS X. i've stopped at this entry, for now. it's the one where i detail what happened when my grandmother [wife of the grandfather i'm staying with now] pass away in 1995.
was continuing to transfer my old blog's archives as i waiting for the PowerBook to try and install Mac OS X. i've stopped at this entry, for now. it's the one where i detail what happened when my grandmother [wife of the grandfather i'm staying with now] pass away in 1995.
Tuesday, April 5
desperate houseguy
i'm definitely getting old, tired and lazy. i just bought a stack of 100 CD-Rs, even though i would much rather two seperate 50s, for easier organization. it was just because i bought them at the same store as i bought the Epson laser printer. they didn't have 50s or, as it would transpire later, a power cable, documentation or software to go with the printer, either.
end of shift
see, this is why i cannot be a poor person. i originally flipped open my Motorola to blog with, even though i could do it here on my PowerBook, because i was too tired/lazy to put on my glasses, drag my PowerBook back next to me and un-dim the screen.
it's past three AM. i'm just done checking on my grandpa for the last time until i wake tomorrow. he fever hasn't gone down, it in fact may have actually gone up. the silly oral/axillary/unmentionable-use thermometer is not confidence-insipiring in its usage, and we don't [yet-i'm working on it] have one of those in-ear thermometers, so i don't know for sure, but the feeling's there. definitely taking him to a doctor tomorrow.
it's past three AM. i'm just done checking on my grandpa for the last time until i wake tomorrow. he fever hasn't gone down, it in fact may have actually gone up. the silly oral/axillary/unmentionable-use thermometer is not confidence-insipiring in its usage, and we don't [yet-i'm working on it] have one of those in-ear thermometers, so i don't know for sure, but the feeling's there. definitely taking him to a doctor tomorrow.
grey's anatomy
my grandfather's been having a fever since this morning, and we decided he doesn't need the usual added discomfort of the safety vest tonight, so i'm on first shift. i have the pilot of Grey's Anatomy lined up now, while i wait for Desperate Housewives and the second episode of Grey's Anatomy.
Monday, April 4
how could i forget this?
i was watching Miss Congeniality yesterday, and in the spots for News 5 Tonight that aired before the movie resumed the Christine-i-don't-know-and-can't-seem-to-find-her-surname newscaster [long hair, scarily sunken cheeks] went:
it just had enough of that oh-so-right tone, with relish and emphasis, coupled with that half newscaster-smile/smirk that had me cracking up.
perhaps it was the fact that it was in the middle of a comdedic film, and that i don't like him very much, if at all. it was funny. i guess you had to be me, which would be a feat, since i've heard reports that i'm not very human, if at all.
anyhoo, i now see her in a different light. she now has cheekbones to die for, instead of scarily sunken cheeks.
On News 5 Tonight, Pope John Paul II DIES!
it just had enough of that oh-so-right tone, with relish and emphasis, coupled with that half newscaster-smile/smirk that had me cracking up.
perhaps it was the fact that it was in the middle of a comdedic film, and that i don't like him very much, if at all. it was funny. i guess you had to be me, which would be a feat, since i've heard reports that i'm not very human, if at all.
anyhoo, i now see her in a different light. she now has cheekbones to die for, instead of scarily sunken cheeks.
is it really all that popular, still?
off a site, the name and URL of which i will not disclose for several reasons:
is it, really? so much so that it rivals "Lost"?
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is it, really? so much so that it rivals "Lost"?
backhanded slaps
at the final boardroom scene of The Apprentice, which i was watching on Channel 5 just now, Ivanna was asked about Chris. she responded that, well, he was good at identifying problems--which means that he complains a lot. to which, Donald Trump responded that she had the best backhanded slaps he has ever seen... and why was she constantly in the boardroom?
delicious. i should actually start watching it.
delicious. i should actually start watching it.
Sunday, April 3
bugger it
i forgot to download the older selection of music off this site which gives away a selection of music once every two weeks month blue moon, and they've suddenly decided to remove it. i scrambled to download the newest selection, because it's a little stale and if they replace it they won't be there anymore as the previous selection, even though i've yet to stop listening to "Wedding Bell Blues".
bugger it. i feel incomplete without those older tracks. i remember being vaguely interested in one of them.
bugger it. i feel incomplete without those older tracks. i remember being vaguely interested in one of them.
after waiting for so long...
finally, the old man's gone.
no! what the hell kind of person do you think i am? i'm not talking about my grandfather, you idiot. i'm talking about someone else.
no! what the hell kind of person do you think i am? i'm not talking about my grandfather, you idiot. i'm talking about someone else.
wedding bell blues
as of now, i have listened to this song over a hundred times, excluding in the episode itself. and yet all i want to do is listen to it even more times.
"Wedding Bell Blues"
The 5th Dimension
The Age Of Aquarius
as heard on Gilmore Girls, season five, episode thirteen, "Wedding Bell Blues", the one hundredth episode of Gilmore Girls
"Wedding Bell Blues"
The 5th Dimension
The Age Of Aquarius
as heard on Gilmore Girls, season five, episode thirteen, "Wedding Bell Blues", the one hundredth episode of Gilmore Girls
"Bill, I love you so, I always will
I look at you and see the passion eyes of May
Oh, but am I ever gonna see my wedding day
I was on your side Bill when you were losin'
I'd never scheme or lie Bill, there's been no foolin'
But kisses and love won't carry me 'til you marry me, Bill
I love you so, I always will
And in your voice I hear a choir of carousels
Oh, but am I ever gonna hear my wedding bells
I was the one who came runnin' when you were lonely
I haven't lived one day not lovin' you only
But kisses and love won't carry me 'til you marry me, Bill
I love you so, I always will
And though devotion rules my heart, I take no bows
Oh, but Bill you are never gonna take those wedding vows
Oh, come on, Bill
Oh, come on, Bill
Come on and marry me, Bill
I got the wedding bell blues
Please marry me, Bill
I got the wedding bell blues
Wedding bell blues
Marry me, Bill
I got the wedding bell blues"
Saturday, April 2
it's a Safari in here.
i leave Safari open for a week, and it takes up two hundred megabytes of RAM.
wow.
no wonder my PowerBook was molasses today.
wow.
no wonder my PowerBook was molasses today.
Qing Ming Three
We're done. Yes, the photo is of our offerings, burning. Yes, we got a heck of a lot of stares. Yes, i think that was the point. I came in a truck and am going back in a Hyundai.
Qing Ming Two
The car in front is slightly different than the one behind. Can you spot the differences?
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