stumblingtumbling

2009-04-19T01:33:00.000-07:00

2009-04-06T07:20:00.000-07:00

It’s unfortunate, but it’s true. Sometimes it seems the whole jurong east smells. And the odour hits especially when you step out of the train. Today, it smelled like I was suddenly a hamster in Hamster-ville.

Also, on the last train home one night, I saw a group of people with speech disabilities using 3G phones to video call. And they were happily passing the phones around, waving to whoever was on the other end of the line. I was probably ambivalent, like many others, to the whole idea of video calling, when it was unveiled. But now, it just struck me how big a difference it must have made to some lives.

Janice's horror stories of group assignments in uni sound quite scary, but I think I still can't wait. haha. I think I found this part of me that actually likes change, when it happens.

2009-03-29T00:50:00.000-07:00

2009-03-15T07:02:00.000-07:00

got myself a 3-in-1 printer, and to celebrate (haha) i scanned in a sketch of the random objects in my room

2009-03-02T07:08:00.000-08:00

Haha! In celebration of me getting “published” for the first time, I can now reveal this! I did this illustration for wenyi as per her requirements - for her school’s Law Career Fair. Many thanks to Wenyi for the opportunity..Hoorah! Images look a bit blur here though; they look sharper on the other site. The blue one was used eventually; the colour one was probably impossibly expensive to print anyway!

2009-02-25T20:03:00.000-08:00

A half hour tablet sketch of a photo i saw on someone's flickr. I dropped by my tumblog (atumble.tumblr.com) to post this picture up there too, and I saw Wenyi's tumblog. it's as updated as ever with great pictures from everywhere. very dedicated! or, tumblr's concept of quick blogging/tagging/reposting really works for people. If i ever need a source of great photo inspirations i just go to her tumblog, really.

2009-02-17T07:13:00.000-08:00

Jonk and i baked the yummiest apple cinammon crumble top cake today. It was most excellent.

2009-02-15T19:31:00.000-08:00

Alright I decided I'm back at this blog. while keeping the other pictureblog which is starting to fade away. So I may as well do both here. To celebrate here's the same picture of laundry haha. It's the boring days that spark these ideas of change.

2009-01-28T07:20:00.000-08:00

just keeps getting weirder.

dream: we're at a restaurant, selecting from the menu. janice, james, xy, fy, wy and i. and they serve only fish and chips, varied by length of each type of fish. like the way some restaurants have their steaks by weight? and suddenly wanying gets emotional, buries her head in the menu - and between sobs she tells us how sad it is that the fish will never ever grow longer, just like how she'll never grow taller.

i'd feel sorry, but it's the truth. at least in the dream

2009-01-24T06:20:00.000-08:00

The dentist asked me if i had any last questions about my surgery.
"If i have a buffet appointment tonight, i should cancel?"
Dentist does Evil Chuckle as she proceeds to put on her gloves.

All in all it was actually quite a quick process. with embarrassing consequences such as getting laughed at by the girl at the pharmacy counter because i could hardly talk (with the bloody gauze in my mouth). It was as last minute as it could get, and i remember calling my mum before that, with a dramatic tone of fatality, to tell her to cook some porridge for me.

It's ironic that i find that i have so much to say when i can't talk, and my own computer isn't working. These two weeks promise to be the most eventful of late; it's a mad rush leading up to the final release that is ord, and then of course its back to the surgery room for wisdomtooth no. 2. But for some reason although everything is not going according to plan (at all) , i'm taking things in my stride - probably due to the solace of a list of unread books, and unfinished drawings. and i shall do reunion dinner anyway, not because it's particularly tasty, but only because it's reunion dinner.

today, my dad offered to help my mum wash the toilets, - for an errand fee. hahaha i don't believe it either.

my grandmother just dropped by for a visit, and i realize she probably knows what everyone (each of her children) is having for dinner on any particular day. my mum and aunts lead very connected lives on an interwoven web. it's one gossip girl network. it probably has something to do with the way their generation was brought up: with 10 other siblings.

I crossed a small pedestrian crossing today, and this little boy danced in front of the car stopped in front of the crossing, just because he could, and as a taunt to the driver. I gave Boy a wide mouthed look of judgement, but he was too engrossed in his peculiar brand of enjoyment.

the medication and trauma (possibly) transmorgified my midday dream into something closer to a twisted nightmare : i dreamt i decided to brave the buffet and i went for it in the end (because i really did want to go, in reality) , but everyone sorta hated me and ignored me, except for shuojie, whom i then proceeded to share my Tonkatsu Set (in tupperware, retrieved from my bag) with. Daffy arrives later, lugging a guitar. She plays James Morrison's "you make it real for me", acoustic, and it's beautiful. For some reason, some others ignore her as well, and i share what's left of my Tonkatsu Set with her.

I woke up before it got any weirder.

2008-12-26T23:42:00.000-08:00

as the year draws to a close i feel like it's almost obligatory that i do the usual end-of-year review. the stumblingtumbling annual for 2008, if you will. but i was about to say something that i feel i've said before a year ago, and i looked back at older entries and there you have it:

So there. it's been said. But i guess what's different for me this year is that i've tried out new things, did a bit more drawing, and basically spent the year in anticipation of the next one. learnt more about people i guess. And i believe there were many days this year where i came home and genuinely thought to myself: this was a good day. and that is a bigger and far greater feeling than any there is. not trying to be holier than thou; in fact this all sounds old and terminal. i should stop myself-

this post is getting a little too reflective and introspective, and i really should just return to my roots when i blogged about my day, or something vaguely funny that happened, or the lack of anything that interested me. haha. this blog sucks in this way.

there are people who are enthusiastic about things, and people who are cynical. and i guess anybody who enjoys a good bitching session around a table- in a cafe too noisy for eavesdropping- is cynical to some degree. at this point i really don't know how i came onto this topic - i guess it's to do with the idea of celebration and new beginnings; i think cynicism has to take a back seat when it comes to times like this, when a real and sincere self-celebration will do good for anybody. it's actually a pretty good feeling: release from the burden of the year that fades one year back into memory, coupled with a genuine interest in the year ahead, and wanting to do a little better, if not some good, in this coming year. before we come to the end of that, again.

wasn't too bad. but have a better year anyway

2008-12-07T10:21:00.000-08:00

hello. haha alright it was too tempting to not-blog just to prove janice's reverse psychology attempts futile. anyway, right, i'm back, for a while.

actually i've been neglecting this space recently partly because i've been spending more time on atumble.tumblr.com, so yeah, do visit it! it's a new thing, and i don't know how far it's going, but well, it appears more sustainable to me right now. i'm just running out of things to talk about, maybe.

my dad came home yesterday and was over the moon at coming in fourth in his annual bowling competition, and at the fact that he scored the highest game of 240, beating others who have expensive bowling balls and shoes, and practice way before the competition, while he only bowls that one time a year. haha. he's always returning with all these random triumphs. that day he was telling me about how he got scolded by his boss for no reason, but he made it sound like his triumph in a way. i really can't explain it. and oh no this is the person i'm gonna grow up to be like!

i think i'm really terrible at driving. hence i shall save up more money, for a better bicycle. and cycle for the next 30 years under the pretext of eco-friendliness.

one week of leave! and i'm bent on making it fulfilling. so far it's been great! new stuff and things to do i need more than a week away

2008-10-05T06:04:00.000-07:00

unwelcome aches in my body. oh no it's the pre-sick feeling. flying tmr but for some reason i'm not feeling anything. typical: nothing seems to hit hard these days. i think it's my new personal rule: i never worry about my tomorrow, today. sounds like a plan for disaster

we're always one step from disaster anyway. disaster's gotta be quick, sudden, and unexpected. why else would it be one? sounds like my personal maxim is reasonable after all

i spend pre-flight day drawing. it's kinda great to suddenly pick up my sketchbooks and pencils again. life got in the way for two years! at times its a pendulum between frustration and creation. but it all happens in this little untouchable cocoon; a world simple and cemented in the Today. tomorrows and yesterdays vanish, for that little while. moments where, everything seems kinda okay.

in other news, did another threadless submission! gotta wait for them to accept though. by then i wont be around to see it score badly but oh well! sending anyway. link from atumble.tumblr.com.

2008-09-07T10:21:00.000-07:00

right. here are my personality test results. its quite generic eh, and hasnt told me anything that i havent learnt from previous personality tests yet. but still! it makes me sound good so i suspect that's how personality tests succeed: they just boost your ego a bit and then make you think the test is good. ok this is just wordy so i guess you can skip the following

You are a Visionary

Your imagination, self-assuredness, and knowledge of the world combine to make you a VISIONARY.

You have clear notions of how things could be, and the confidence to try to make them that way.

You enjoy having a routine, and prefer comfort and familiarity to risk and adventure.

Not needing others' approval to forge ahead, you are confident in your designs for the future.

Your imagination allows you to envision the world as a better place.

You're better at thinking of the big picture than you are with details, and you can see wonder in abstract things.

Style and appearances are important to you, and you have a good eye for beauty.

You are somewhat rigid in your beliefs, which comes from both confidence and an aversion to change.

You are good at creating works of art in forms with which you're familiar.

Your independent streak allows you to make decisions efficiently and to trust your instincts

You have a strong sense of style and value your personal presentation - friends may even seek your style advice from time to time.

You are Benevolent

You are a great person to interact with—understanding, giving, and trusting—in a word, BENEVOLENT

You don't mind being in social situations, as you feel comfortable enough with people to be yourself.

Your caring nature goes beyond a basic concern: you take the time to understand the nuances of people's situations before passing any sort of judgment.

You're a good listener, and even better at offering advice.

You're concerned with others at both an individual and societal level—you sympathize with the plights of troubled groups, and you can care about people you've never met.

Considering many different perspectives is something at which you excel, and you appreciate that quality in others.

Other people's feelings are important to you, and you're good at mediating disputes.

Because of your understanding and patience, you tend to bring out the best in people.

2008-09-02T06:59:00.000-07:00

gosh . sorry! but i've got to do some self publicity:

and this! will be sorta a running site for my t-shirt stuff in the future ( i hope!) :

atumble.tumblr.com

do drop me a vote if you like the design(s) ! thanks

2008-08-22T09:37:00.000-07:00

like how we're defined by the brands we wear, drink, read, eat, and suscribe to, we're also defined by the people interactions with people. or maybe it's just me. i'm a slightly different person per person. it's identity erosion, it's unreal, but it's inescapable. and sometimes this mash of persons in me will mess up. and we're all walking on balance beams: we quaver, and hesitate, and when we finally find our footing we take bigger strides, gain momentum, and move ourselves on. but then sometimes a breeze or step on the beam gets in my way, and i lose my footing. i take a while, retrace steps and then regain momentum. and i break into a run so that it's harder to be affected by the gentle pushes or the world spinning around you

and sometimes i think one has to lose oneself, to find oneself. this is again very Frost (memory fails me as i try to recall the poem's title) but i guess it's something of a reworking of these old ideas. its one reason i don't mind getting lost anywhere in singapore- how often does that happen? and when it does, you know the safety of familiarity is nearby. i take the chance to enjoy the walk

2008-08-12T01:50:00.002-07:00

watched a movie alone. it's a breakthrough, and only people who have done so before would understand; and there's no compelling need to explain Ourselves to Others who do not See. it's a date with myself.

and then i realize i do that often. part of growing up is moving yourself along, alone. it's not emo. it's not old. it's just me-time. like taking a walk- one day i had to submit a form at a communitycentre and it was great to go out for a walk. with damien rice; jason mraz and john mayer plugged into the ears (thank goodness we live fully in the age of portable music). and it was a walk where there were no 'issues in the head' to clear up. and we should be thankful for these times, as and when they happen. because life moves on so fast sometimes we don't have conscious memories of these times of plain, simple, normalcy. the magic in taking a walk is really, in the walk itself. and to pull myself away before any more Frost and autumn-ness takes over-

taiwan was, in a word, TAIFUN. it was really the company too. the lazing in bed post-sloppy breakfast; the rushing around for the sights, sounds and shopping; the reckless photography- springing in goofy faces as and when we could; pillow-wars and photo-whores; endless television with hotel conversation; donuts, coke, delicacies and raw disgust (ahem). part fascination, part familiarity with a culture not too far from our own. pure killing instincts whenever a certain alarm stabbed us in our sleep, early in the morning. was fun! janice's blog will, probably, chronicle it better than i ever could.

2008-07-02T05:57:00.000-07:00

Watching soyouthinkyoucandance on tv reignited some passion for reality tv. Good old reality tv. It brings the best and worst out of people. And it brings out the couch potato and tv addict in you.

There's something about watching people quarrel, breakdown, celebrate, cry or make a mess of themselves on television that captivates and enthralls the average audience. It's not like you even have anything to do with runways, dance floors, photoshoots, board rooms; or even isolated islands or globe-races. Nothing really close to the daily grind we trudge through, or the unimportant, self-obsessed activities that characterize and give shape to our weeks. Yet, reality tv moves, and raises you. It brings you back to basics without realizing it: the very foundations of the appeal of tv. It's about living another life; stepping through a wardrobe into another 'reality', so to speak. And the google box brings us places, brings realities to us on plates.

And it works its magic in ways we do not comprehend. Even with its contradictions: in spite of the way it moves you as you watch the contestants rise and fall, reality tv hardly effects any change in your life. It's the safe-ness of tv that we succumb to: a diehard subscription to tv-lives lived vicariously, but never made our own. Where we can still switch off, literally, and walk away - back to the bored moments, and boring motions in our lives.I guess there's always magic in a life not yours

2008-06-14T03:04:00.000-07:00

You know the feeling that someone is watching you in the lift, although you're alone? This has come true.

A short account by #32

day one -
the Management installs CCTV that watches the lift lobby, and video-feeds to the LCD screen. this means that while you are waiting for the lift, the screen shows live footage of your back view, from the camera at the top, the eye of an owl that never, ever sleeps. but watches, and records. every move you make.

same day-
the Management sends a note to every doorstep:
Don't worry, we're watching over you.

days later-
the new lift they were constructing? completed. bright, fast, and new. mirrors around so you can inspect yourself, tweak your appearance, un-mangle your hair, pose, and prepare. problem is, it has a camera installed inside. problem two: the camera feeds to the same LCD screen in the lift lobby. imagine the horror! paranoia grips you while you're in the lift. people are watching. it's the people. it's the Management. they know about Us. there is no escape. We decide to put all meetings in the lift on hold, to see if it's safe. the Heads are at discussion. we await their decision.

days later-
what does this all mean? you may ask, young reader. it means our movement is restricted. the sole place we could transmit valuable encrypted notes is lost; our networks cut. Agents cannot appear friendly, for fear the Management would suspect liasons. we cannot sing to ourselves in the lift, talk to ourselves, dance like a rockstar. we cannot even change out of our Everyday clothing into our supersuits. Management sends another note:
Don't worry, we're watching you.

unknown time-
we've fled the premises. the Agency sent a burn-after-reading note, instructing us to do so. shortly before this, Management were sending forces down the corridors, cleaning out houses, checking genetic codes. escaped out of the window while i still could. suffered a cut on my knee. heading towards location P. god knows when i can write again.

(partially based on the true events of the installation of the lift CCTV)

2008-05-27T07:23:00.000-07:00

today in camp i said:
"this feels endless. I feel like I was just here yesterday". but the irony was just left to tend to itself; people paid no attention. It was not a sense of deja vu, more a sense of endlessness. like a looping record - someone needs to change the disc please

The moment when you just snap out of a dream is magical. In that instant you are washed with loss, and left futilely grabbing for shreds of a memory, or rather, moments that flee from the 'Present' created in the dream, towards the Past and the Future. For dreams seem to spin yarns and weave stories about the future, drawing from the past, and the canvases of recent Presents. We're often left hanging, eyes still sleep-filled, for endings and conclusions of these dreams. If only endings came that easy!

Recollection (not out of nostalgia, or pretence) :
I remember this one dream from a long time ago vividly; I was at a stairwell in bras basah complex, with xx, and the ceiling turned into this sky of stars; a swirling sea of bright lights. Very much Harry Potter like! Stars in stairwell sky. stars familiar and unfamiliar; stars that point the future, with light from the past. And the stars danced to an infinity. I pointed out Orion.

And that was all i remember when I woke up. It was a cool scene. Someday I'll have it in a film! Maybe.

2008-05-02T07:09:00.000-07:00

The Sun's Inching Closer

Crazy, cruel, relentless, raging, unbearable, unbelievable GLOBAL WARMING.

It's here. And it's hitting us hard. Beginning with the hottest summer yet. melt-your-bones, crave-for-cones, stay-at-home, iced-water-guzzling, fans-a-blasting, 3-baths-a-hour, desperate-for-a-shower kind of hot.

These are desolate times. We need to band together. It is a time when you get preyed on by advertising and make bad, subconscious decisions. Hold on while i go grab a bottle of ice cold coke from my fridge. And change my wallpaper to a picture of a bottle of cold Snapple.

It's times like these when we need the support groups. as a community suffering, not so much in silence, but in the apathy that pervades if we do nothing about it. Live Aid Concerts, Earth Hours, Earth Days I say! Just leave the air conditioning on while we cut off the rest of the power.

Everyone can contribute in their own ways. Be it well-meaning self-help survival guides for the weather (Summer Survival Guide, LamFunky) ; or pointless ranting with green messages not-so-sneakily inserted (The Sun's Inching Closer, yours truly), we can all make a difference.

Start today. Plant a tree; recycle the recyclable; live by candles at night; go on a week-long ipod strike so you don't keep charging it; watch less reality tv; keep the mini coopers at home and take the bus; plant more trees.

It helps. Let's begin. After American Idol.

2008-04-28T07:24:00.000-07:00

a guy approached me on orchard road, handing me a sheet of coupons, explaining how purchasing it would help so-and-so charity. "sir, allow me to explain to you how..." I gave him half a minute, then told him "sir, i'm not interested". And he said "you're not interested in helping children?"

I stared at him, and said: "in that case, no". I swear i almost blew my top at him. the audacity to try and weigh my social conscience with a donation! but he gave up and left. and since generalized sweeping comments seem fashionable to him, i'll just bet he's drawing a commission from the company that hired him for the mentioned charity he claims to help. just because he looks like he is.

in any case, these are my must-do's when i have leave/off.
1. ask army-mates on msn, at night, "shouldn't you be sleeping? you have work tomorrow"
2. gloat at the masses going home from work/school - "you must be tired!"

it's great to be on leave. i have a million things i want to do with that one day, and the day ends all too soon

2008-04-15T08:58:00.000-07:00

started to pour heavily, dramatically, when it was time to go home today. i peered out of the window and reported that the floods outside have brought in crocodiles. everyone rolled their eyes. It WAS true, they just chose miserable truth and logic over imagination. and they were just lucky the floods cleared before they stepped outside.

complained to my army-mates, and nobody in particular, that life is about to descend into a monotony that will kill us all, slowly, but surely, in the coming months. to demonstrate this metaphorical murder of our souls and selves, i collapsed to the ground, writhing in muted trauma. expectedly my dramatic expression was not appreciated, as usual.

people lack imagination! they succumb to the cliche of the eye-roll; they are tempted by the safety in numbers; the arrogant powers of opinions they do not own, but stole from someone else. they are who they think they are, but are not. mirrors!

i think we need to be less afraid of falling. if life's gonna be full of pitfalls, then all we can do is learn to land better each time. you can fall into the gap, but don't fall into the cliche.

2008-03-30T09:04:00.000-07:00

I paid special attention to my bunch of keys today; apart from the house, gate and letterbox key, there is this one other key that i have no idea what it's for. It has baffled me for the whole day. My best guess is that it leads to a secret wardrobe that enters a parallel world, or opens a letterbox with letters from a lover from the future, or a treasure chest hidden beneath one of the loose floorboards in my attic. Which may subsequently contain either ancient spanish treasure, or a board game where animals magically appear with each clue, or a gold ring I should fling into a flaming mountain, or a book of secrets, or a guitar Pick of Destiny, or an invitation to a wizarding school and a 12 1/2 inch wand, or coded numbers, or yet another key. To another secret location.

First I shall find my attic with the loose floorboards

2008-03-16T09:12:00.000-07:00

I decided change is good. In the sense that any conscious change made by a person would be automatically confined within normal human instinct to 'change for the better', as they say. And hence when a person decides to change a facet of himself, or his life - even if it's to be a goth rocker or soul-less gym rat or intellectual snob - his decision is driven by the belief that it will fulfil some part of his life; or make him happier, so to speak. The want to change in itself is a positive sort of fuel in a person: in a sense change is always good then, in general. weird.

maybe change is good, then.

2008-03-02T07:10:00.000-08:00

my mum received the terr0rist search pic in her handphone and my dad complains: "eh, why i don't have". and he says something to the effect of:

dad: eh, s1ngtel and starhub should send people free smses on National Day saying "Happy National Day!"
me and my mum: er but this terr0rist thing important mah
dad: National Day also important what

such is the priority list in the great scheme of things for my dad hahaha

2008-03-01T02:18:00.001-08:00

The Daily Prophet

Sirius Black is on the loose. all Hippogriffs are being watched. Call the authorities if you spot him.

2008-02-29T18:03:00.000-08:00

i'm starting to be terrified of weekends. the weekends that i expect so much of. the weekends where i'm supposed to regain some sanity and normalcy and semblance of life. and then it fails me.

i need to be with people who will talk to me, laugh with me; people as a safety net. in case i fall into the jaws of helplessness. the comfort and danger of the sounds in my head. and i realize the truth, that there're no such people around. you're more alone than you think you are

2008-02-16T18:50:00.000-08:00

everytime i'm at the library i'm tempted to go up to the counter and tell them i want to volunteer as a librarian. dewey decimal system and all that. and i don't know what makes me want to- probably the way it gets me whenever i see Isaac Asimov books under I, or Saul Bellow under S, or TotalFilm magazines under F. Or maybe, i just like the library. it's a place that people go to without any obligation or real necessity; rather, just a simple want. and it's there where people - old or young, alone or with friends, school sweater or faded jeans, laptop or sketchpad - can just shut out the world and be. even the people who are there just to fall asleep on the couches with a book-in-hand-disguise have this weird right to be there. it's the whole idea of pullovers and too-cold-air-conditioning and books and interrupted silence and duskfall through the glass walls. but then i remember i owe the library quite some money and i think twice

it's the same way i think the best thing that happens to the nearby entertainment centre (or a mall that exhibits it's lack of entertainment) is the second hand book stall that lays out its tables, spreads out its books, and brings cheap reading to the masses. it's almost the right thing to do. especially when you manage to get good books that are not mystery novels or science fiction at 3 -for-10bucks. and all sorts of people are suddenly gathered, browsing; school-kids, bored dads, people looking for chinese stuff, mums buying children books, women buying 4 chick-lit books at a go, geeks buying how-to books, and people reading recipe books that are at least 10 years old. i think it's fascinating, yet mundane at the same time

2008-02-04T05:41:00.000-08:00

i think i can always tell when i'm feeling weird from my bath proceedings; yesterday i forgot to bring my towel in, absently-mindedly pressed for shampoo twice, and body soap thrice. thrice! that's a new record in the field of Bathroom Psycho-analysis.

2008-02-01T05:19:00.000-08:00

i hate reading books with the movie-version covers. For eg. about a boy. i'm reading NickHornby's About a Boy because its by hornby and cos i probably might like it and cos it may be good Hence the movie based on it. i'm not reading about a boy (starring hugh grant) , movie tie-in. exactly. i do not read movie tie-ins! it's not like i'm reading x-3, or stealth (the movie-tie-in books). this gives me a huge dilemma when it comes to atonement. i want to read it before i watch it but i can't be seen reading a keiraknightlymoviecover version of the book. (and i want to watch it not cos there's keira in it.) and i want to read it not because i'm jumping on the Best Picture Nominee bandwagon but because it's a good book by IanMcEwan. help. life is full of unsolvable issues.

in any case:

Person: what's about a boy about?..
me: ..a boy.

bad joke repeated many times to many Persons. although they usually miss the point and think it's a homosexual paedophilic novel, not "unlike" the previous book i was reading. which i described as a lesbian book so i guess, really, i asked for it. But really, i dont think there's a need to defend the dignity of say, Winterson, to them.

muahaha. hows that for an uncaring face. take that! i will rule the world! which reminds me i should get down to watching FightClub

ok looking back this is such an evil rant that i wrote on a whim. although i just told a friend today that whims are never really that forgivable because they probably spring from the tempted subconscious, hence there is intent anyway. maybe i should delete this post.

Nah

2008-01-26T22:47:00.000-08:00

everyone likes to have answers: why this happens, what we should do, etc. and even answers as to why people are the way they are. i realize the hardest questions are those about yourself. because i can't tell the truth if i don't know it in the first place

that day i woke up in camp at night, (while doing orderly duty) and i swear i heard the rats having a squeaking conversation. which stopped once i rubbed the sleep from my eyes

Mollie: all right put your garbage here
Alfie: It's a potluck? how come no-one told me? I didn't bring anything
Roy: i told you last night. why don't we get cheese anymore
Mollie: nobody brings cheese to camp, roy
Alfie: Rats, someone's awake
Mollie: (squeak sqeak)
Roy: (squeak)

2008-01-18T06:20:00.000-08:00

i kinda believe in horoscopes sometimes; today's said i would spend my time dreaming of bigger things. and i really was lying in bed doing that for an hour. or wait, did i create my own horoscope in my mind? its a self fulfiling prophecy.

anyway there are apparently so many things i wanna do. this this this this and that. wrote it down on a post-it with self-belief, though i know it'll probably end up like the hundreds that came before it: lost, and forgotten. story of my life i guess- dreams on post-its, torn off to make way for the next sheet.

at the very least this random entry will serve to remind me (during one of those self-indulgent nostalgic trips down the archives of this blog, probably) of the things i said i'll do, and if a search for this most recent Post-It ends up in failure, may it spark another in return

omg the syntax and bad phrasing ok forget it-

this is weird, and i dont like to declare infatuations easily, but, i think i'm in love with the girl in the macdonalds ad. hahahaha. and i think its cos her eyes tell a story. i know: i've known eyes that have told me stories; fairytales built on clouds. (till it rained) I tell everyone about people whose eyes tell stories, and they laugh it off most of the time

2008-01-05T20:13:00.000-08:00

At the lift lobby downstairs there was this balding man who was visibly agitated because of how slow the lift was taking to arrive - he kept muttering and jabbing at the lift button. when the lift arrived, i glanced at this woman who gave me a raised-eyebrow-look ("are you sure?"), and entered the lift with this man. In the span of the 8 storeys he travelled,

he launched into this whole tirade about how "lifts are slow, traffic lights are slow, everything is slow and only prices go up. i call this mahbowtan ah. what is this gahmen doing the Dpm only care about overseas overseas only go suzhou to look at pretty girls..." etc etc etc x 10 at very fast speed.

my first true slice of political frustration. cool! i was blown away

2008-01-05T20:08:00.000-08:00

I sleep quite a lot lately. it's not much of a remedy, but it'll do for now. It's escapism in its simplest form; a way to keep the ghost of memories at bay, at night, when the only sounds are those in your head

2007-12-29T20:57:00.000-08:00

I used to like this time of the year. A time when all that newspapers features are look-backs on the past year, in individualized sections. grouped into movies, home, sports etc so we can take stock in a more organized manner. A way of looking back in a nostalgic, oh-man-i-remember-that, laugh-at-ourselves way. It gives you an option: easy and simple. Count your blessings, understand your worldviews, look back on the world on an annual, calendar-year basis. It's reassuring, to know that the media and the hardworking journalists (which now includes two friends) have done it for you: diligently divided the year into the Best and Worst of 2007, subcategoried, ready-with-opinions, for easy digestion.

But then you realize that the packaged look-back was of the world, and not yours. And that's where you have to come in: you are Supposed to look back on your year, think about it, (you dont' necessarily have to come to conclusions), be motivated enough to come up with New Year Resolutions, and then when all that is done, take out your party hats and poppers, and celebrate the New Year.

I think it's terrifying. I don't know if taking stock on a calendar-year basis is the best way actually: for me maybe my 'year' started when i ended my jc life, or started the nS one, or when my hair grew back. And should i sub-divide my year into aspects of family,relationships,art,material purchases. Maybe some people look back on photos, others may look back on the movies that acted as distance-markers for themselves ( when stardust came out it meant i was 3/4 through 2007; the invasion meant august or september). And I actually know of someone who might just do that, considering the number of movies she watches. I don't know how i'm supposed to look back on my year. I don't even have a diary, and it appears blog entries are too sporadic to mean anything. Although they do mark the sporadic and unscheduled moments. And random musings. Ok see let's skip that,

Or if my year should be 'taken-stock' of at all. Isn't life supposed to be one giant flowing stream of what-not, pulling you along? I know its been dragging me along. As I'm stumbling and tumbling. And i think that's where i am right now: lost, but life doesn't spare me, and pulls me by the collar nonetheless, demanding that i herald the new year with everyone else. Nonetheless is such a definitive word to describe life. It messes up, nonetheless. Nonetheless, it's beautiful in its ways. It moves on, nonetheless. Nonetheless, my grammar still sceams for improvement. But,

Nonetheless, have a happy new year

2007-12-19T19:43:00.000-08:00

I think i need to live in a tv-drama. where things fall apart for 3 episodes, but are rescued by a series of one-liners. where company arrives when you're alone on a bench by the beach. where emotion is displayed on faces; steel faces show a hint of a smile, eyes narrow in non-pent up anger. where music kicks in from the background: Oasis, The killers, Jem, U2, during a montage of nice moments. and the camera zooms out on a happy end to the episode. where things fall apart for 3 episodes but are rescued by one-liners

2007-11-14T07:30:00.000-08:00

to the person on the train with Avril Lav1nge on his ringtone:

HEY HEY YOU YOU I don't like your ringtone
NO WAY NO WAY you should get a new one

2007-10-27T21:19:00.000-07:00

another moment on the mrt: the train jerked a couple of times during its journey and people started stumbling(tumbling). a collision of sorts. different sorts of people. and smiles revealed themselves everywhere; smiles from stranger to stranger, apologetic for crashing into each other. a brief collision where everyone connected: simply as commuters on the train after a hard day.

e-donuts??? must be cyber food. fancy! kind of like the Creme de la Mushroom they serve us at co0khouses. no thanks to mushroom soup thanks

2007-10-03T08:34:00.000-07:00

the technician lifestyle has pervaded into my tumultuous dreams. i dreamt that i was telling this guy i could fix that hose

me: can fix la, just pull the cache !
(image of a coupling, with a pull-able cache)

i wake up, switch on the bedside light, go behind my computer, touch the wires, and contemplate pulling one out. i get a rude snap back to reality and go back to bed, thinking:

what the hell????

i'm serious! oh no....

2007-09-30T07:26:00.000-07:00

repairing vehicles teaches you stuff. like what the phrase "throw a spanner in the works" really means, literally. (read: spare-nuh, not spah-nah)

2007-09-20T07:46:00.000-07:00

i was at the library yesterday reading magazines. as it was half an hour to closing, this male librarian walked past me, snapped his fingers at me, and asked if i was "going to read that"-

well "YEA" i'm in the library.

there's this person on my msn list whose nick says: "went on a drip...". after almost one year i see him logged in , with the same nick. to this acquaintance on msn:

are you okay????

2007-09-18T07:18:00.000-07:00

yesterday i was travelling home on the mrt with The peak hour crowd. and jurong everyone got up to exit, and the people on the platform crowded around to board, and... the doors didnt open for a few minutes. and suddenly it became very interesting to me: people on two sides of the doors; getting in, getting out, getting somewhere. and i realized

it was a mirror: the looks on their faces told stories of frustration, tiredness, nochalance. pictures of : i'm-going-for-a-date-damn-this-train-driver, huh-what's-happening, just-got-promoted, just-failed-maths-again, these-heels-hurt, 59seconds-60seconds-61seconds, the-toto-outlet-is-gonna-close, huh-what's-happening, wait-is-today-tuesday-or-wednesday, heng-today-never-OT, and-what-the-heck-is-happening.

for me my face read: someone-needs-to-haul-the-new-driver-out-and-retrain-him

it was like movies of twenty people at that moment. so many stories to tell, to read! i can see them already: The Story of Woman in Black Dress, A Day in the Life of School-boy Tan, Train-stopping, Mundane Affairs, Life in the Fast Lane...or Not, The Platform. it was like time slowed down, and played out frame by frame. then the doors opened and

you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
(piano interlude)

2007-09-16T02:22:00.000-07:00

a long time ago i mentioned that i put my two dollars to good use when i buy $2 duck rice from a stall near my house. i am proud to announce, as a major shareholder, that thanks to my continued and fervent support for their pricing techiniques, community-mindedness and above-average product during their crucial, in-the-red initial periods;

the stall's business is now thriving, and the duck-rice sellers are now enjoying their supernormal profits. their loyal customers have been rewarded with the same attractive price and above-average food. such is the importance of my previous investment in this business venture. however, notably, the owners have refused to offer me complimentary meals despite my role as major shareholder

2007-09-14T21:26:00.001-07:00

sometimes i wake up from a dream, and the whole mystery of the dream comes to me, unravelling, bit by bit. and its magical, and scary at the same time. how the dreams duplicate and reveal the consciousness that streams through your mind by day

i was at the park downstairs, sitting at a bench making a phone call. and this korean kid comes to sit down beside me. it stunned me, strangely; something so normal and simple, yet something the adult's world has turned strange. would you sit at a bench with a stranger? maybe we all should

i realized something typical of me: i make lists of things to watch and read, but only 10% gets accomplished. here goes anyway:

watch: fight club, pulp fiction, reservoir dogs, little miss sunshine, raging bull
read: on beauty, kite runner, freakanomics, blink, about a boy, on chesil beach

dvds to lend me, anyone? and then i'll be a typical tWeeN and use sTriKeOuTs to cancel out stuff from my list. oh wait they only pretend-type strikedout stuff when they've done it before they even made the list

2007-08-17T05:05:00.000-07:00

at this very moment i hear my father making a lot of noise in the living room. i checked; he's talking to himself while watching some channel 8 game show where they flip open boxes to match prizes. my sister came into my room to tell me "your father is crazy"

the person at the pool place went up to shuojie, points at me, and asked how old i was. i had to prove it with my 11B. AAHHH

i went to the library that night to read: went to the quiet reading room, decided it was stuffy, went to look at magazines, went to sit down with a comic, and the library announced it was closing in 5 minutes

that day i saw this woman on the pavement break into a smile when she read an sms. random, but made me think about how every single person is beautiful, the same. but that kind of feeling usually doesn't last long; the next moment i see someone scowl because she had to move to allow someone to take the window seat beside her on the bus.

same, but different.

2007-07-26T08:35:00.000-07:00

lessons to be learnt:
a) never drop a nut while trying to screw it back in
b) especially into the engine compartment

....

i believe that there are only a few types of korean dramas:
1. lovers turn out to be siblings
2. guy/girl asked to act as lover, ends up as real lovers
3. lover dying from terminal disease
4. lover loses memory
5. guy/girl falls for someone with a heart implant from previous lover

my mum would protest

2007-07-13T21:39:00.000-07:00

yesterday i went downstairs for a short spin on my vehicle (3 gears, 2 wheels) and stopped to play soccer with the people downstairs. the boy that everyone calls "nobody" ("eh Nobody you on whose team?") is Still, Nobody. but i think he plays better now, and has no signs of depression, still.

ok i confess: many times i wanted to update this blog but didnt cos i wanted to see how much patience ppl like janice had in trying to revive this through the tagboard. haha

to prevent this blog from becoming ranting-rambling@blogspot i decided to type very little about my life from-book-in-to-book-out. training to be a arm0ured veh1cle tech. which means life in future with an arm0ur un1t will be far from the heaven now at ___.

2007-04-04T00:55:00.000-07:00

I think lightning flashes are really camera flashes from the unknown beyond. especially when you hardly hear the thunder and the flash illuminates your whole room silently. so you should grin and wave back actually-

flash- (grin)

my latest addition to my book collection is the book i just finished reading, NickHornby's HighFidelity. four dollars, second hand. At the second hand book stall i happened to come upon this gem- the other customers must feel helpless as i snatch this from under their noses, among the repeated titles of IanRankin and MichaelCrichton. a steal!

i am somewhat proud of my small but varied collection; its very unjudgeable. you can't say im a Grisham fan, cos i only have 4 books (2 unread), and i have british authors Hornby and Stephen Clarke (?), and i have ColdMountain(unread), two harrypotters, one foxtrot and one VforVendetta (gift). I try to hide the Garfields that i have. And on the shelf above: twenty or so Animorphs from the previous reading era. Below, all the enforced purchases like chinese books for holiday reading, and the secondary school lit books. I think i have a collection of randomness

2007-03-19T08:36:00.000-07:00

i was at the library after dinner to speed read what i had left on HighFidelity by NickHornby. it was overdue already. at the super comfy couch, i heard a phone vibrate (the muffled way it does when in a bag, or on a sofa). but when i turned it was actually the person mumbling(reading) out her notes to herself. do alot of people do that? i considered getting up and moving somewhere else but that might seem obnoxious and irritating since i just sat there (the irony). so anyway i failed to finish the book by the library's full-time whistle, but i thought, oh well, i'll just return it first and borrow another copy. returned it, but the book could not be found on the shelves. oh my gosh i think it was a conspiracy against people like me who return books overdue. the librarians observed me reading this overdue book(quick check in their systems) through the security cameras and hid the other copies from the shelves to deny me the chance to find another copy to finish reading it. so i went up to the librarian...

me: hello please let me borrow another copy of the book
librarian: no.

or:
me: hello please let me borrow another copy of the book or i'll throw this thing at you
librarian: brochure

or:
me: hello please let me borrow the book or else
librarian:(phone) security?

so after considering all possible scripts i decided that all confronation will fail. oh well

2007-03-13T22:44:00.000-07:00

the irony of fat swimming coaches! and this is brilliant: the floor beside the pools are stony and prickly so you can't run on them, cos it hurts your feet like hell. no need for "no running beside pool" signs anymore.

hello boredom

2007-03-13T22:33:00.000-07:00

wouldn't it be great if everything was red or green - not in between; and greenish blue and blu-ish green were the same thing (fifty fifty composition), and leaves were green as they are seen, not as they are known to be. and crayons come colour labelled, art classes do without colouring, and the world came in pastel and primary. but then where would the fun be

2007-02-28T09:07:00.000-08:00

sometimes you see something, or something pops up in your head, and it stays there the whole day. it may be a phase, something you heard, or some minor observation. a mystery in your mind that begs to be solved. it haunts you, it eats you up. kinda like a melody which is so familiar but u just can't remember where it's from so you ask every single person you meet. or the name of the current manager of everton (moyes?), or the one-hit-wonders ( guysebastian, rachel stevens from s-club seven (haha or no-hit) ), or the singers of Big yellow taxi ( ___ and vanessa carlton?), or the runner up to fantasia (still got me). it nibbles at the back of your mind, waiting to be tackled.

so today for me it was this: this woman was wearing a shirt that said: "KISS MY AMRS". misspelling of arms? but why would you do that? (even google suggested this misspelling to me). wat happened to kissmyass? what is an AMR???? i have yet to attain enlightenment on this one

i think the current channel8drama is one of the worst ever produced. but i watch every time i'm free. oh no..
that day at the playground, where i was contentedly rocking back and forth on those rocking things (here its a duck), with maids chatting in the background, and watching with much amusement two boys playing with a paper areoplane. which flew/floated well, from the hills they threw it from. (i can't rmbr why i was there, probably to get out of the house) Then the paper aeroplane hit me at the back of the head. oh my god what were the chances! ....so i managed a nochalant, "aha-you-cute-kids, got-me!" smile and decided home was safer

2007-02-26T22:34:00.000-08:00

You know how in movies, a person cycles through a pavement full of pigeons, and the camera draws back, and the pigeons flock and fly away? ok keep that image in mind...so i was cycling home from my grandma's house and there's a field full of those medium sized crane-like white birds. and im cycling on a pavement maybe 100 metres away. and then this one bird and a black one (a crow? or a black crane? cool! ) decide to take their quarrel outside and they fly haphazardly away from the field, towards the pavement from my left. intriguing

and then the white bird smashes right into my left leg as i cycle. oh my god what were the chances! what happened to the birds' awesome maneuvering, like the lories in the Loryloft i worked at! oh the bird's fine, by the way. i was shocked and left my mouth gaped open until i noticed people were looking at me

things don't happen like in the movies.

i can't stand it when i ask the nasi lemak guy(chinese, bored, mumbling) ignores my questions when i ask what that particular dish is. when i point to something to ask what it is (you know how the sweet and sour pork, chicken and fish all look the same), he just grabs it for me like i said i wanted it. HELLO i only ASKED wat it is. grr.

2007-02-22T21:36:00.000-08:00

sometimes i like travelling on public transport. it offers you some anonymity. i become small, and invisible, and i can show a black face to total strangers. its strange, because public transport actually gives you private space. (-which is like blogging, where it's supposedly public, but one probably blogs more for oneself. see, the same way no one reads this)

travelling gives you time to rethink issues. so you spend half a journey identifying the issue, the next quarter debating over whether it's worth thinking about, and the last quarter staring-into-space. and you reach your destination maybe a little more confused.

with some people, you can never tell what they're thinking or feeling. i wish i was mysterious and enigmatic. but the guy next to me can probably write a book about me. which reminds me of those people with heads tilted 45degrees to the side, prying into my smses. i really should stare back

today i burnt my finger while cooking instant noodles. oh my god, what were the chances. these days i spend approximately 3quarters of my 24-hour day in silence, with no one to talk to. i was so relieved when a surveyor approached me and asked me random questions, that i stopped to answer her. sometimes its not that there's no one you could tell stuff to, but no-one you would. maybe that's scarier.

chronicles of the unemployed. i think i'm gonna start re-reading my harry-potters! i think i'll just give up halfway though.. just like my plan to re-read my whole animorphs collection

2007-02-06T08:19:00.000-08:00

This morning i was dramatically woken up by a neon flashing thought somewhere between my subconscious and conscious telling me: my ic is not in my wallet cos i left it at k-pool two days ago. dramatic huh! i amaze myself! so i dragged myself all the way down to collect it, reading spiderman along the way.

at the mrt station i saw this jewellery ad that said: Vanity is a Virtue. ok...explain that to me again. next thing you know, they'll be saying greed is good.

another random thing: when i go downstairs to play soccer with some kids, there's this kid called Nobody. "Eh Nobody u go that team!". ok he didnt seem to have self esteem problems....yet

there's this old woman always sitting near the mrt station and selling tissue on the ground. and i always wonder if she is reading the papers she sits on, or at least looking at the pictures. and there's this other "busker" who plays an electronic keyboard, just that he puts it on one of those auto melodies that are memorized in the keyboard, and passes off by pressing two or more white keys in a rhythm. hmmm..

and there are those donation seekers who are around my age and i can see them mentally pounce on me when i'm 10 metres away. and they start off saying: "hi i'm not selling anything here...". but why does it cost money and why do you take a commission? ok random thoughts occur when u go to the mrt station too much. $2 leh. tts how much a plate of roast duck rice costs at the hawker centre near my house. and i'm determined to support that stall cos if it closes, it means no more cheap meals for me and that would be costly in the long run. so i really can't pay for your $2 worth of vouchers cos if i do, this stall may go bust and thousands of people will have to suffer if their cost of living increases by 50cents per day. gulp!

2007-01-14T05:47:00.000-08:00

im a blogger addict. cos its cold and wet everywhere so its either the computer or tv... anyway i had a moment of discovery that other day. why are slippers called slippers? well they do slip right onto your feet but why not call them slip-ons? the truth that the govts have been hiding for years: slippers are meant to make you slip. that's why they're slipp-ers. i walk like a duck with slippers on wet floor

i suspect its a conspiracy to show thedayaftertommorow, which i just watched, during this dreadful season. reminds you how cold and wet you feel as well. brrr. oh and, take note of the number of ads (plot a graph or something for those on receptionist jobs with computers and no-one in the office and are too free such that blogging on the job is possible :p) of panadol-cold/vaporex/all things warm and nice (including the flyingdutchman's satay ad for thedancefloor) that are about to invade local television. its a dreadful-weather conspiracy for the media industry

2007-01-08T23:26:00.000-08:00

there was this morning where the alarm clock woke me up at 10+. i woke up, walked to the dining room, and spent some time wondering why i had set the alarm that early. and i decided there was no reason i should be up at such a time so i went back to sleep. boring but true

anyway, many friends are going to be going into The Service very soon. ok good luck!

its rainy again today...maybe that's why i'm blogging at all. and i've been doing nothing recently. i want to watch movies but im running out of money. time to cash out my thousand dollar cheques i guess. another revelation: the irish guy who talked to me on msn some time ago? a fake. i decided to say hi one day, and saw hdb estates in his display pic. so i said " how do you find singapore" and he confessed. (i know, i'm cool. like andy lau in infernalaffairs) he's from ntu or something. save me i have a stalker! i still have no idea why he's preying on me

one day i wanna work in the night safari or birdpark or zoo or something

2006-12-28T21:29:00.000-08:00

rainy days! and this means:

1. a rainy xmas weekend! thankfully xmas eve wasn't rainy
2. i can't go cycling when i want to
3. i keep hearing the sound of tires on wet roads, 22 floors above ground
4. food becomes cold in 3 minutes
5. its so cold even the ants dont come and attack the stray m&ms rolling around on my table, for a week
6. my guppys are freezing

2006-12-09T10:20:00.000-08:00

went downstairs today to listen to my music and walk around. sat on the one clean swing and i fell down into semi-mud. i think someone saw.
hence the blog name.

2006-12-03T07:07:00.000-08:00

hello! the A's are over. now it feels like a distant memory. although the unpacked lit s stuff lie around my table (above the rubble consisting of random un-filed worksheets) remains to haunt me. i just turned my head right and realized my room has been taken over by my sis. alien invasion! ok i feel like jason in foxtrot. which i just started reading (again). i rmbr i had much to blog about before the exams ended but now im a blank

btw im 18 now hah! so now im cooler. thanks everyone who rmbred and wished me happy birthday! i also had e best bday present ever! :D hmm so this is how being 18 feels like...

cooler!

ok i should blog about this before i forget. hj may rmbr!
one day this person that i did not know added me to msn. and here are snippets:

a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
hi
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
you are?
sagittarious says:
i am neither jupitor ,nor venus but im sun
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
er ok
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
who are you?
sagittarious says:
i am sun
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
ok whatever
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
so do i block you or not?
sagittarious says:
no

...(yea at this point i just felt like finding out more)

sagittarious says:
my names sun
sagittarious says:
i am doing masters in physics
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
and?
sagittarious says:
and whats about???????????//
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
huh?
sagittarious says:
now plz u introduce ur self
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
why
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
but i dont know you
sagittarious says:
what do u do?????????????
sagittarious says:
likewise we will know each other

(ok omg. he's a stalker! haha)

sagittarious says:
so what do u do?
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
im a soccer player
sagittarious says:
good
sagittarious says:
u r from which countery
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
are you from ireland?
sagittarious says:
yup
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
okay
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
erm i like roy keane
sagittarious says:
what do u mean??????????/
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
nvm.

(ok this entry is getting long but just let me continue haha)

a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
are u a guy?
sagittarious says:
yup and u???????????????/
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
whats with your ? button
sagittarious says:
nothing my dear
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
erm im not your dear
sagittarious says:
ok
sagittarious says:
arent u my enemy
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
i am?
sagittarious says:
yes
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
since when

__________

a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
wow
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
are you a figment of my imagination
sagittarious says:
what happened?
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
what year is it now?
sagittarious says:
3rd year
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
no as in
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
its 2014 here.
sagittarious says:
is 2014 in ur country?????????????//
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
er its a world wide thing.

(sorry i was having fun. hj said might as well)

a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
are you from the past?
sagittarious says:
no from future
sagittarious says:
i think u r from past
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
oh ok i see
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
what year is it for you?
sagittarious says:
3006
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
wow
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
do you have spaceships?
sagittarious says:
yes

_________

a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
is everyone that you randomly add to msn friendly
sagittarious says:
no some one r rude
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
ok

________

a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
how is ireland
sagittarious says:
cooooooooooooooooollllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
okay.

______

a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
are you from an alternate reality
sagittarious says:
yup
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
okay sun.
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
my mum tells me not to talk to people from alternate realities
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
so i have to go
a£an. you and jupiter and venus says:
bye

yea so thats about it. although i thought he would delete me i still see him on my list. in retrospect maybe he's really from an alternate reality why else is he a sagittarious.

2006-11-01T05:54:00.000-08:00

i remember telling yq one day that the game monopoly should really be called oligopoly cos you hardly play till the end right?

on another note, i think my dreams are prophetic. i dreamt my father bought fish for my fish tank and it turned out to be true. AND i also dreamt i met louis saha and reluctantly asked him to sign my Man U stuff, although he isint my favourite red devil. then i woke up and went to check my stuff but realize i dont even have much Man U stuff. but then i'm prophetic so i'm gonna meet him soon

on another note, the As start tmr. study hard y'all!

2006-10-21T21:40:00.000-07:00

hello. firstly,

farewell blogdrive. its been a great few years. but im sorry to say that this bloggerbeta pwned you. i'll keep you as a link to those past years. admittedly i dont blog much but i expect you to be around when i desire to access my links. and when you said "updating servers. we'll be back in a few of minutes" it became 342q546347 minutes i think. and the awkward, insincere phrasing told me you were a lie. when everyone left you for blogspot i stuck on for a year i think. haha. goodbye!

hello blogspot. credit to the new blogger beta; everything is much simpler. seems to be some collaboration with google? which made me hesitate because you always worry if that mega search engine is gonna put some toolbar on your internet explorer again. who needs html? or blogskins.com for that matter. i think its ironic that for all the beautiful skins they have to offer, that site is actually pretty ugly. oh ya hi green fish erm thanks for the encouraging comment haha

2006-10-13T11:32:00.000-07:00

wow cool ok this works.