Black Holes and Revelations

you know that feeling? when a tune has been stuck in your head for the entire day but you just cant figure out what the title of the song is?

that frustration?

and then that feeling, where all of a sudden, the song title just pops out of nowhere back into your head?

that joy?

funny how the tiniest little thing like this can make one so frustrated and yet, happy altogether.

just so you're curious about what link the title has to this post. well, that's the song that left me frustrated for the entire day when the tune was stuck in my head and the title just wouldnt show itself. until now. Black Holes and Revelations. Starlight. heh. :)

Parental Guidance

***warning: profanities ahead. please refrain from reading this post if vulgarities dont sit well with you.

i just heard some bloodyfriedchickenass sucker almost caused my dad to bang his car.

the fugger was on the straight lane while my dad was on the right. that fugger wanted to make an illegal right turn so he turned off his headlights(probably so that no one could see his license plate number). naturally, my dad turned right and that fugger turned right at the same time. fortunately, my dad was able to drive slightly ahead of that other car, preventing a collision. that's once.

but it didnt end there.

apparently, that fugger wasnt quite delighted about that so without warning, he overtook my dad's car and my dad had to jam break to prevent YET another collision. THAT'S TWICE, you son of a bitch.

but sticking to his true-blue, borned and well-bred jerkface style, he wouldnt let it end there. i mean, since you're being a jerk, might as well be one all the way right?

so now my dad's car was right behind right? seeing that that uranusbloodsucker was in front, and that my mom had already been frightened twice, my dad tried to go to the other lane. then what happened? that sonofabitch moved to the other lane as well! so my dad went left, and he went left, and my dad went right, and he zigged his zagged to the right too(meaning that he wouldnt let my dad's car pass). and it all happened with his car only a few inches in front of my dad's(in any case that my dad's car crashes into his, we'll have to pay for damages).

THREE STRIKES! YOU'RE FUCKING OUT, DUDE!

i was even more pissed when i found out that he wasnt some young, reckless driver as i had guessed while listening to the story.

please do not mess with my family, you dickhead. especially my parents. thank god nothing happened. or believe me, you old asshole, you'll pay.

if you think i'm over-reacting(which i dont think i am since we're talking about my parents' safety here), then you should've seen my brother's reaction. :) i do apologise for the profanities used though.

it's the...

weekends! weekends! weekends!

*cartwheels*

i shudder at the word "emo".
unless you play in an emo band.

i understand that it's hard. but try to lighten up, you guys.
at least for the weekends.

ok, this just went from cheery to dreary.

wikipedic.

everyday is a day for wikipedia.

last week, i did some wikipedia-ing on the wisdom tooth, and apendicitis. dont ask.

yesterday was the day for the great Joan of Arc, and the legendary famous criminal couple, Bonnie and Clyde.

this morning, i went for Alexander Flemming(after dad sent me an email), and William McKinley, which then led on to Theodore Roosevelt. eventually, i ended up trying to memorise the names of all 43 presidents of the United States of America.

unfortunately, right up to now, all i can remember are the names of the first 10 and the last 9. wake up tomorrow and all that's left in my head would be Ronald Regan, George H. W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush. what a waste.

okay. i am the random like that.

oh yes, the company finally came by and met us for the first time, also finally handing us the camera after 2 1/2 months of delay.

unimportant.

2008

graduation gowns.

i never knew that you get to wear those when you graduate from a polytechnic, until recently(thanks to marc). this afternoon was graduation day for most of the seniors of the Infocomms diploma. it didnt really mean much to me until i saw a couple of them in their graduation gowns.

then i realised how great it must have felt for them.

not that the gown looked extremely fashionable and rad or anything. but that it meant something.

it meant graduation. it meant that they did it. how? i dont know. but they did it.

yes. i want to put on that gown. i know, it's not that i'm looking forward to working life or anything( i know. whataloser). but i am looking forward to the day that i graduate. yes. the day i put on that gown will be the day that i know that all the shit that i went through finally paid off. just think. that's me in less than a year's time. less than a friggin' year!

wrong. why? well, if my current project goes on at this rate, i'll probably feel the same way this time next year, watching my friends leave with smiles while i look forward to my graduation day which would probably be in 2009(2010?). *raises eyebrow*

damn. let the US presidential elections, the olympics and my graduation be held on the same year. please.

let me say, "i friggin' did it."

*crosses fingers*

ps: i heard a really good news today. one word. "relieved."

"hello, 9-1-1?"

the school has signed our project up for some IT shitJavaJive competition.

our untouched, unimproved, undeveloped, exploited project.

i dont know about my 2 other group mates, but there's a current state of panic and confusion and a high chance of over-hyperventilation on my part.

nothing, i mean, NOTHING, has been done successfully. nothing has worked yet. and to complete this in one month? yes, my teacher has every right to be worried. i am aware of how near the edge i'm standing right now, i promise you on this one.

i do not want to fail.
not with all those pairs of watchful eyes around me. not when they're all rooting for me to fail in their dirty little circle.

so why does it feel like i dont have much of a choice now?

state emergency.

Girl Interrupted

what does it mean when you have a series of disturbing dreams? and by disturbing, i mean, sick and twisted. psychologically challenging.

is this a sign telling you that you should've laid off those James Patterson books and CSI shows while you had the chance? or that it's just always been you? that you've probably been about 25% mentally disturbed for quite some time?

perhaps you were just oblivious to the fact that your sanity was only hanging by a thread.

obliviousness. that's probably it.

you're going crazy.

bulletin

since marc requested...

Name 3 things in your purse/bag/pocket.
i) lexus- peanut butter (most probably crushed)
ii) wallet
iii) notebook

Name 3 things you do when you're really stressed.
i) music therapy is the best way out.
ii) comedies. no, wait. anything on tv, really.
iii) turn green and morph into the hulk.(cant be helped)

Name 3 favorite places to shop.
i) cd shops
ii) the shop that sells shirts with band names
iii) anywhere cheap

Name 3 favorite fruits:
i) mango
ii) grapes
iii) oh who am i kidding? almost every fruit is a favourite.

THE WHOS(!?)

Who is in the house with you?
mom and bro. (dad's probably climbing over the walls of the forbidden city right now.)

Who are you thinking about right now?
colonel sanders. okay, my dad.

Who did you last talk to on the phone?
a friend.

Whose birthday is next?
i think it's fifi's.

Who do you wish you were with right now?
adam brody. or seth cohen.
whichever persona he chooses to assume. i'm cool with anything. :)

Who did u sms last?
another friend.

Where do you live?
in the hidden cave.

Where is your phone?
right beside me.

Where do you sleep?
next to king kong.

Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
um. power 98's christmas party.

Where is the last place you took a ride to?:
prisonschool.

Where in your house are you?
my snuggly crib.

THE WHATS

What was the last thing you ate?
the last apple.

What color shirt are you wearing?
black.

What is the closest item near you that is blue?
my mousepad.

What is your favorite color?
green.

What kind of surgery have you had?
i've tried all kinds but none of them seemed to have worked so far.
i still morph into the hulk whenever i'm angry.

What do you wear more jeans or shorts?
knee-length pants.

What is the last movie you watched?
spiderman 3.

What song do you currently hear?
i still remember- bloc party.

What was your dream last night?
something TWISTED.

THE WHENS

When did you start school?
officially, may 23rd. unofficially, the moment i ended my exams in march. *seethes*

When is your birthday?
way end of the year.

When did you last go to the mall?
monday. shiver me timbers.

When was the last time you bought a pair of jeans?
last week.

When did you last burn a candle?
um, during a blackout early this year.

When did you last see your dad?
sunday morning, before he took off for beijing.

When did you last see your mom?
2 minutes ago.

When did you last see your best friend(s)?
king kong? he's right next to me.

the boy with no name

i'll save the rest for later.

in the meantime...


TRAVIS IS BACK, Y'ALL!

woohoo!

it's all good.

define death.

the weather is ridiculous. this weather is ridiculous. and yet, the air-conditioner in the lab helps to freeze my ears.

so it's scorching hot and humid on the outside, and freezing cold in the lab. hmm. i wonder if i might die from this daily temperature shift in my life before i die from too much radiation from the computer. hmm.

i was at bedok reservoir yesterday for our routine end-of-the-week-walk. i liked being able to go out for some fresh air. it was nice to look at other things besides the computer screen. i needed that for my eyes. but the heat was a definite killer though.

speaking of which, we were walking when this police car drove by us and stopped right in front. 2 policemen got out of the car and started walking around, as though they were looking for something.

"wow. what do you think they're doing?"

"hey, maybe there's a dead body. haha."

"oooh. or maybe they're looking for guns."

as we walked further ahead, 2 more police cars drove by us. when our teacher who was jogging from the opposite direction jogged by us, he said jokingly, "what's going on? dead body ah?"

we laughed.

this police car pulled up to us. told us to make a u-turn. the area up ahead had been blocked. there was a tent. a tent?

yes. a dead body had been found. apparently.

OKAY. when i said it was nice to be able to look at other things besides the computer screen, i had no idea that "other things" would mean- a dead body. wow. our first walk. how unpredictable was that? sca-ry.

mother's day tomorrow.

please mom, you've gotta stop being so negative. please.

Swimming with the Evil

look what i found in the fish tank at home?



no.way.



*gasps*

what the hell is hethat thing doing in there?!?

SWIM, FISHES! SWIM FOR YOUR FRESHWATER LIVES!

now, if i can just remember what my superpowers are...

clean and green. period.

singapore is such a clean country. so said many of the tourists or visitors who have visited this place.

clean? perhaps. good attitudes? i'd have to reconsider that thought. i believe i've written something like this before, somewhere, but i thought i'd just re-address this issue again.

seats on the bus. a bus contains 2 columns and many rows of seats. each seat sits two people. i believe i said two. and yet, for some reason, some people still like sitting on the OUTER seat, leaving the inside one empty.

now wait. it doesnt matter if the person looks at you standing, and offers to let you sit on the inside. that's totally fine. i mean, i get that this person might wanna save the hassle of squeezing out if his destination's not too far away.

but what irks me, and annoys me a hell lot, is when you're standing in a bus filled with people, and the person right in front of you is sitting on the outer seat, pretending not to notice anything. look out the window or fake being asleep. that's what they'll do. pretend not to notice anyone STANDING next to them. clever.

the worst thing comes, when that person gives you a damn eye contact, and then looks away...WITHOUT shifting their heavy asses in. still. a few hours ago, i was on a bus that had quite a few empty seats and yet, i was left to stand. why?

because some dingdongs chose to sit on the outside.

the best thing was, this lady sitting on the outer seat gave me eye contact. for 1 whole minute. okay, maybe she was staring. and what did she do after that? um, let's see. oh yeah, nothing. didnt shift in, didnt offer the seat on the inside. she just looked out the window.

i know that sometimes, all you gotta do is tell them that you wanna sit on the inside and they'll let you in. but i just think it should take some common sense and consideration on these people's part to volunteer to let you in, or shift their golden butts in. i dont think i'm making a big issue out of this. no, i dont.

just today, a friend told me that he almost came to school late because he couldnt board a bus that was too crowded. apparently, there were lots of people standing even though there were empty seats and the people standing wouldnt move all the way to the back.

inconsiderate. that's how singaporeans are.

it's true. just like how everyone rushes or pushes to get into the train even before train passengers can come out. tsk. inconsiderate. tsk.

of course, i'm not saying everyone's like that. there's plenty of friendly people to go around. like the old uncle living on the 9th floor. or the old man at breadtalk. or the waffles guy at budget cafe. those are all nice people.

but we've still got lots of improvements to make. lots. dont we?

clean and green. and that's just about it.