Icarus

I finally drew something, after a long long time. It's a random character I created for the sake of drawing something. It's been too long since I last drew so I figured it's high time I start again.

0.5 mech. pencils for draft and 005 Microns for lines. Photoshop CS 2 for hue and frame. I'm so lazy I didn't even erase the pencils off, you can probably see them if you look carefully. I may ink this if I have the time or, more importantly, the zest to do stuff. It took me faster than expected to come up with a name for this piece.

Remember that story about this father and son who wanted to fly and so they made wings by attaching feathers to their body with wax? The son Icarus flew too close to the sun and the wax holding the feathers together melted causing him to fall to his death.

I'd say this is a pretty appropriate title for a pilot of something, most probably something that flies, who looks bored, dejected, sian.

Click on the image to see a higher res. version.

Longshore Drift

Ring any bells already? It's from Sec. 3 Geography. How is it that I get crappy results when I can remember so much of the shit I learnt? (Read Comments) The system is wrong I tell you, most of the people with better results than me can't remember shit! Back to my point. Longshore drift, something I didn't really care 2 hoots about until yesterday, is the culprit behind my, currently, really really red skin.

We all know that mother nature is not someone to mess with, unless you're burning her bugs for leisure, so we all take measures to ensure our safety even when doing inane things like kayaking. I like kayaking, it's fun. What's not is when it's done in the middle of the day, the prime of Apollo himself, with clouds everywhere but above us and the fucking tide coming in! Then there's the blasted longshore drift I mentioned so many times. Resulting from the currents hitting the shore at an angle, it creates a false impression on us. Us as in Me, Kenneth, Grace and Terese.

We started at Costa Sands East Coast where Bedok Jetty is not far to our left. My rule of if-you-can't-see-it-it's-not-there didn't catch on fast enough for the rest, Kenneth actually, and so we went seeking for the pseudo kelong we went to many fucking years ago! Now that I have more time to recall, that was Costa Sands Pasir Ris for crying out loud!! So we paddled out to sea, the tide is still relatively low at this time, 12:15 PM, and we're still fresh from not much paddling. It didn't take long for someone, Terese, to start whining but we already paid for 2 hours and were determined to make the most out of our cash. Didn't take long for us to give up on the non-existing kelong too. So we stopped and just let the kayaks drift.

The water is littered with shit, garbage everywhere, the only one stupid enough to jump in was, well, Kenneth. He did not stay there for long. By this time, waves of nausea were hitting me like guys on Janice, or flies on troll for that matter. Advice, don't go kayaking during high tide without having eaten anything. I spent a good 10 to 15 minutes fighting the puke that's forcing their way up my gullet. I didn't puke in the end, so sad for the fishes else they'd get a treat or a threat.

Thanks to the waves, we're all feeling sick and decided it's time to start moving and getting back to shore. We have about an hour left which we'd gladly give up. This is when we all came to the consensus of where the fuck are we?! A hell lot closer to shore but where? We're close to the Big Splash based on land marks on the beach. While paddling in the general direction of our destination, I noticed that we passed Parkway, shit. Turns out we drifted a LOT! I mean A FUCKING LOT! It took use a good whole hour of almost non-stop paddling before we get back to Costa Sands.

The reason is simple, longshore drift, only this time, instead of drifting with it, we're paddling AGAINST it. Progress was slow and it's fucking tiring, not to forget the midday sun and the fucking clouds that seem to have developed a distaste for us considering that they formed a halo AROUND us, not very helpful if it's shelter we seek.

Me and Grace were roasted, Kenneth got frost-bite, only his nose was red, and Terese was, well, just Terese. Next time we're just going to Kenneth's place to swim.

MSN Skin

Comes with 6 colour schemes. Works with MSN 7. Build 8013,Latest public version as of when this is written. Shown here with me telling Grace how much my MSN rocks more than hers.

Other than skinning, this also patches MSN 7 with the following optional options.

-Polygamy (Open Multiple Instances of MSN 7) *tsk *tsk Janice.

-Mess.be Custom Games

-Unlimited Nudge

-Nudge protection, irritated by excess nudge no more.

-Removes file X-fer protection, whatever the fuck this does. I think it's for sending unallowed file types like *.exe fiels.

-Remove Contact list ads.

Get it Here!

Soccer :: Sport/Obsession?!

Liverpool wins AC Milan in this morning's, my local time, match of the Champions League finals. Surprise that I know? You have all the reasons to be. I'm not a sports person, I like to stay in doors where I can sit on my couch and watch TV all day, ok that's not all I do but you get the idea. How is it that someone like ME can know such news? How about this, I stop playing 1945 Strikers 2 on the PS2 sometime after 1 am last night, because of an immense itch on my right middle finger, insect bite. I go to sleep like anyone would at 1 am and then at around 3 to 4 am, I don't know which since I'm asleep, I was awaken by a combination of a heavy down-pour, violent winds and screaming! I would probably have thought that someone got soaked in his sleep or was forced with powder or what ever had I not listen carefully, the screaming is from not one but a few sources but they all echo the same word, GOAL.

Fucking insane if you ask me. up to 22 men running around a huge, by my standards, field after a ball trying to get it into their opponents' net. The rules are pretty simple, no weapons, no running too far into enemy territory, no hands, coloured cards rule. I seriously do not understand why people are so obsessed with it.

I don't remember soccer being so "hot" when I was young, before soccer betting was legalised, then again I was probably too young to know anyway. Perhaps that is the driving force behind this "sport". Money. But this only explains the obsession of those who watch but don't play soccer. Why do people play soccer and enjoy it? To run around, get tired and dirty, be pushed and kicked if you're unlucky. I can never understand why people put themselves through all that.

Then there're those soccer games they come up with for various consoles. Winning Eleven, Fifa, etc. W? T? F? I tried playing it, I fared ok for someone who never played the actual sport and I must say, it's fun!

So what is driving force behind this "game"? It didn't take me long but I soon found the real cause for soccer obsession. Like all ball games, soccer uses, you guessed it, a ball. Invented first by, the greatest lover of balls, men! Then there's the kicking and I brings me back to those pre-ten year old days where it's fun to be kicking other's testicles. Yes guys do that kind of shit for fun, I'm surprised a large number of us are still alive. A blow, not "that" kind, in the nether regions can be excruciatingly painful. So it all traces back to our carnal instincts. To win. To kick his balls!

Arrogant Fuck

I can't help but post again. This is a RANT. Before we start, read this, or at least the first post by breadboy for that matter.

Done? Ok.

Arrogant Fuck! Just as the title of this post suggests, that's exactly how I feel about breadboy. He cracks me up with his bullshit and pissed me off at the same time. To have a non-piano player like me so worked up about a piece and instrument I hardly know is like divine intervention!

Let's just say the people that post in that piano forum are just too fucking nice. If I had the qualifications, I'd shut him up nice and fast with a cheap grade school size piano with no more than 50 keys through his head. Some people are just too fucking arrogant and nothing shuts these up faster and more effectively than physical dominance. On a side note, I think breadboy is fat. Like Scott from American Idol 4. Never liked him cause he's fat and he's arrogant to go. Getting the same feel from breadboy here. He probably thinks Fantasie is easy cause he can press 2 keys with 1 finger. Him having hands that weigh significantly different due to varied fat concentration levels probably aided him in the 3-4 on the left hand and right hand respectively. He tries to move both hands at the same speed but because his left hand is heavier, it's more lathagic and hence he achieved the effect of the 3-4. Fat Bastard.

Chopin

I try to limit my writing to about 1 post a day so as not to overwhelm reader(s) since I've been constantly reminded to write less. There's also the fact that I don't have stuff to write about sometimes so I should in fact save some stuff for rainy days. Not happening.

Nothing screams ownage on the piano like Chopin's Fantasie Impromptu. I may not know much about the piano since I don't know how to perform on it, anyone can play a piano, making music with it is another thing. So even with my limited knowledge of said instrument, I KNOW fora fact that this is THE PIECE that OWNZ. Anyone who can perform it and play it well MUST be good at piano. I'm also confident that pretty much EVERYONE's heard it before thanks to, surprise?, Nokia. It was one of the first default polyphonic ringtones and come packaged with many Nokia phones. Because of that, I get to hear ah-bengs curse at their phones when they hear this superb classical piece. Interesting irony.

Written by Chopin, one of the few classical composers I know of so he must be good, whom I rank amongst Beethoven, Bach & Mozart, pretty much ALL the classical composers I know. Then there's Schubert whom I know only by name thanks to one of those TV Innovations commercials I saw on, duh, TV back in primary school. Everyone knows that Chopin owns the piano, some call him *TEH MASTER. I acknowledge Chopin as the master based on Fantasie Impromptu alone.

Then there's the mistake, even I, made when I first saw the word Chopin. Many people, in fact most, without any knowledge of Chopin will say Chopin(Show-pun) as Chopin(Chop-pin). I why I mention this is, well, for the sake of bringing this up.

I'm fortunate to know, not 1 but, a few very talented friends who are able to play the piece, of which 2 can play it from memory! There's Fontane, my favourite moled friend; Qinyong, a guy from my primary school that I remember as one who does weird algebra no one understands but yields results; Zhihan, 1st trombone player from SAFBAND B; Yixian, my most holy of friends.

*I wrote THE as TEH for effect. People often type teh instead of the, a common transpositional error when one types too fast indicating excitment.

almost lost

My mum almost threw away a bulk of my toys! MY TOYS! Jesus! Thank God my Dad asked me if I wanted them so I went to take a look. DAMN RIGHT I WANT THEM! I see at least $300 worth of toys in there, at a glance! I made some grave mistakes when I shifted to my current home and I'm not about to make them again!

Some might know, I threw away a Starscream, the old one! Not those new fakes you commonly find at Action City! An X-wing! Who am I kidding? I got it at the time when they "digitally enhanced" the Starwars Trilogy, I would've been too young to know anything about starwars if it's any earlier. I'll kill myself before even trying to comprehend how much this is worth! Inferno from Beast Wars, I don't think this is worth much but it's cool and I like him and his spinning-rotor ass!

Persona

To realise that there are people out there that remember you when you have absolutely no idea who they are is, well, interesting. 8 years might seem to be a long time to some, it's pretty damn long if you ask me, so it's really amazing that after 8 fucking years, a gathering involving the people of my primary school days can happen. How the organisers managed is beyond me. Who? is probably the most spoken word by me in the last 24 hours. I also experienced the MOST thinking and recollection I ever did in a long time. It's probably nostalgic for some and I guess I should feel the same but it's really hard to be reminiscing when all my energy and psychic abilities are devoted to trying to remember who those people are.

I realised that as much as I want to believe, I do not have as good a memory as I thought. I have virtually no memory of stuff that happened to me 8 years ago, what's worst is that close to half of my class went to DHS after RSS and I seriously do not remember seeing them much, if not at all. I think I'm more antisocial than Kenneth now. A sudden slap in the face I must say.

I stayed over at Qinyong's together with Tony doing not much catching up since there's really nothing much to say. Even after 8 years, it wasn't weird or anything so I guess some people might say, it's like time stops. It's inevitable that we talk about troll since he was from my class and I'm quite surprise I must say. I guess not everyone are bastards who shun him for his differences. They pointed out that he's someone who's really sincere and how fake people are sometimes. I actually felt a pang of guilt but we all agree that no one can help him if he doesn't help himself and change.

I'm not sure if most people who are "fake" realise they are being "fake" in the first place. I would say that everyone's got multiple personas projecting to different groups of people the person they think would be most accepted by them. It's very much human nature since we have such complex social structures and weird ass mentalities. So I wouldn't conclude that the people from 8 years ago are still the same, just that they are projecting the image most similar to that they projected 8 years ago. Me? I'm different, I can't remember what I'm like 8 years ago but judging from the reactions of the people there, I pretty much did a good job. Then there are those that are real assholes and they really ARE fake. Backstabbing is a norm to these and I'm pretty sure none of these are my friends.

If you're planning on catching Starwars Episode 3, be warned that it's not a movie for someone without a minimal of 7 hours of sleep, any less and it becomes a lullaby. It's not that exciting and it's definately way overated. Way WAY WAYYY OVERATED. I'll probably write them a good review if I was given a cool limited edition/FX light sabre since I'll be busy playing with my new kick-ass toy and not concentrating on the film. Didn't happen.

Readability Update

If you haven't noticed already, the link to the readability test page I put up some time ago is down now due to bandwidth issues, I've been crippled by the lack of it and my constant need to gauge my writing ever since. I finally found time to source the web for an alternative of that page and after about half an hour and a couple of queries, I finally found it. Here it is, another Readability Test. It's not as comprehensive as the other page but with what I'm about to write, it just might become better.

I'll work with an example, of this page of course(before this post was posted that is).
The results:

readability grades:
 Kincaid: 4.6
 ARI: 4.1
 Coleman-Liau: 8.0
 Flesch Index: 85.5
 Fog Index: 7.5
 Lix: 27.8 = below school year 5
 SMOG-Grading: 7.8
sentence info:
 56159 characters
 13877 words, average length 4.05 characters = 1.28 syllables
 1066 sentences, average length 13.0 words
 45% (490) short sentences (at most 8 words)
 15% (170) long sentences (at least 23 words)
 96 paragraphs, average length 11.1 sentences
 6% (74) questions
 33% (360) passive sentences
 longest sent 119 wds at sent 399; shortest sent 1 wds at sent 8
word usage:
 verb types:
 to be (474) auxiliary (246)
 types as % of total:
 conjunctions 5(633) pronouns 13(1845) prepositions 10(1403)
 nominalizations 1(115)
sentence beginnings:
 pronoun (310) interrogative pronoun (35) article (67)
 subordinating conjunction (49) conjunction (17) preposition (38)

If you ask me, it pretty much blew me away. With reference to my previous post, "Ease of reading" is the same as "Flesch Index" while "Fog Index" is, well, "Fog Index". So you can conclude that this new test page provides results from more readability tests!
Comparing the results, the ease of reading this page increased without compromising the content, in fact, the Fog index upped by 0.01! Hah! In your face whoever! To make sure that the increase is not because of the different tests, I did the test on the new page with a few other sites I did it on before.

Results:

| Falls on Me |
Old:
Flesch Reading Ease: 77.28
Fog Index: 6.30

New:
Flesch Index: 86.2
Fog Index: 6.3

u're as bored as me...
Old:
Flesch Reading Ease: 85.34
Fog Index: 5.42

New:
Flesch Index: 81.2
Fog Index: 7.9

As you can see, |Falls on Me| also witnessed a rise in readability without any compromise in content. However, u're as bored as me... got a slight drop in readability with a significant increase in content, a good sign if you ask me.

Need $$$

It's fustrating, being poor and all that shit. I hate it that I can't buy what I want, it's worst when I want everything! Damn you toy shops of the world! I'm in serious need of cash, staying in is working out fine but it's starting to feel like my spending is postponed to the weekends, not a good sign.

I'm in constant need of cash and constantly complaining about the lack of it doesn't help at all, in case you haven't already noticed. I need ANOTHER job. Geez. I've been thinking of various ways of making money actually, most of which would be branded with stupid or lame. See, I'm someone that doesn't like to do things I hate doing unless it involves volumes of cash or tits... or toys, yeah how can I leave that out? Quite a number of my friends give tuition to some random kids they chance upon somehow, it's cool and it's a virtually zero capital business venture, more often than not, a 10-year-series is all that's needed, which the kid buys(credited to Kenneth because I know he lives on credits.). I can teach tuition, if the said subject is something I can remember, something I do not have distorted views on, something I took in school. Seems pretty simple eh? Then why the hell is it that I can't seem to think of a suitable topic to make money from? Because I'm lazy. Ah! I see.

Then there are the kind of stuff normal people do not get tuition for. Stuff like art, computer stuff( this 2 words will pretty much sum up what most people know about the fascinating box with a screen that let's you play games, surf the net, and get to know psuedo girlfriends, read this, etc.), music, humour.

Now let's break this down, beginning with art. As much as I think art is cool, teaching it is not. Face it, art teachers are, more often than not, old farts that know shit about art. Children, we will paint something today. Stupid, the kids already know that. You can't teach art, parents who think sending their kids for art lessons will make their kids artistic should just stop! If your kid suck at art, no amount of lessons will make him good at it. Ultimately art, to me that is, I don't know about you, is about creativity and you can't learn how to create something that you haven't made yet. You can be taught techniques to improve your art allowing you to further express yourself through art but not art itself. Since I do not believe in teaching art, I can't TEACH it.

Alternatively, I can teach people how to use the scary omnipotent gizmo called the computer. Technically, everything with a microchip in it is a computer. A calculator is a computer, your washing machine is a computer, hell the handphone you can't live without is a computer. So when I say teach someone how to use a computer, I mean teaching someone how to use the operating system of a particular processing system more commonly known as the PC. If said person needs lessons, chances are the person is

1. Stupid
2. Old
3. Stupid
4. All of the above

It doesn't' take much of an idiot to use the computer, when you move the thing called the mouse, the arrow on screen is supposed to move, there's no tiny person in the monitor playing puppets or shadow games. When you can't get the computer to start, turn on the power switch. Your photoshop doesn't work because you have to install it first. You will not get hacked if you turn off your firewall, if a hacker wants to hack your computer, none of the firewalls you are using will do any good. No, computers do not come with porn. Do you even know what's a DNS is? Can you imagine how fustrated I will be if I ever get to this business? I'll spawn a hell lot of angry stupid people who refuse to believe they are stupid.

Then there's music, to narrow it down, I can probably teach some kids how to play the euphonium, more commonly known as the saxophone to a lot of people out there. If I want to, I can teach the trombone, more commonly known as the saxophone to a lot of people out there, since it's pretty much the same as the euphonium. In the worst case scenerio, I can teach the tuba, more commonly known as the saxophone to a lot of people out there, since it's like a bigger less nicer sounding version of a euphonium, more commonly known as the saxophone to a lot of people out there. Notice my fustration already? No? Stupid. Everything that makes a sound in the band, other than the drums, is called the saxophone, it's the only instrument in the band if you ask most people out there.

Finally I get to humour. I don't actually mean humour, you can't teach humour, some people are born boring, destined to rot in geek land playing scrabble and reading their all important self-help books. I should not have used the word humour in the first place, but I figured it'll get your attention as to how much of a pompus ass I am by thinking I'm funny. I'm not being sarcastic, this is how I talk.

There you have it, I can't teach anything. But that shouldn't stop you from seeking me out if you have cash to spare, afterall, nobody can teach if the student can't learn, so be nice and filter out the stupid people if you want me to be teaching anything.

There is however 1 thing I can do. I'll probably need help from Kenneth with this, which I think he will gladly agree to, and we'll split it 50:50. We offer the service known as "Mental Annihilation". We had a successful virgin project which ended really well for us so if you would like to do something similar to someone you hate, you can seek us out in private to discuss the details and be assured that your identity will be kept confidential from everyone that matters we will be bounded by non-disclosure laws.

Zhijun: Are you going to the bookdrop? (at Orchard Library)

Jude: yah.

Zhijun: Can I drop the books for you?

Jude: ... if it's that important to you sure...

As Zahid would say, "WTF man WTF!". He actually says "double-you tee aft".

Zhijun: I want to watch Starwars Episode 3 for Jar-jar.

The 3 kinds of friends.

A week of staying in, not bad, I had more sleep, probably and that's about it. Shitty. When I don't travel around, I don't see much interesting things so to say so I don't have much to complain or criticise. So the most interesting thing that happened's probably...

Me: I have 2 kinds of friends, chio-bus and bastards.

Nicholas: I swear Grace is not your friend can?

Me: Damn. I have 3 kinds of friends.

I will do ___ for you.

It's officially 5 days after pay day and I have about 25 more days before my next paycheck comes in. To say that I spend too much is an understatement, I spend too fucking much for anyone's good. I spent close to a hundred on payday itself buying another 512MB of RAM for my PC and a condom for my Shuffle, then it took no more than 3 days for me to dive into another huge purchase, I spent 70 bucks on a Model Kit. Can you blame me? It's the Freedom MASTER GRADE! It's THE MODEL KIT! So I'm guessing you can safely conclude that I DO NOT and is unfortunately UNABLE to NOT SPEND TOO MUCH. It's a disease I tell you, to be overcome by the desire for material so much that it deludes my foresight! I do not see myself having MONEY for the rest of the month! It's that bad.

So here's my, probably futile, attempt to put my foot down on spending less.
1. I'll stay in and have instant noodles for dinner, and probably kill myself in the process.

2. Bring to camp a bulk of my X-box games to keep myself IN CAMP.

3. Bring blades, paints, brushes, sprays, stuff that gets Thomas high, to fix my MASTER GRADE in camp.

4. Lower the number of cups of tea I buy a day to 1 or 2. Might not seem like much but I drink a LOT of caffine.

Well, that's about it, chances are I will STILL be spending too much so knowing the perfect me, I have my back-up plans. I will volunteer to do stuff FOR YOU! Yes you got that right, for a limited time only I, me! watashi! will do stuff for you! You are required to come look for me when you want whatever stuff done. So here goes.

I will SPEND YOUR MONEY for you. Simple eh? YOu have too much cash to spare so you hire me to spend it on myself! Simple perfect solution.

I will BE THE PASSENGER IN YOUR CAR! You get to have me in you car while you chauffeur me around! How cool is that?

I will EAT YOUR MEALS. That's right! You can have all the kick-ass left overs when I'm done with the good stuff. It's a great way for you to slim down and savour every bit of my bastard nature!

I will CHARGE YOU FOR READING THIS! Now this has got to rock! If you are reading this, you'd have crossed the hundred word free trial read limit and for that I'll be charging you an unreasonable, to you, yet highly profitable, to me, amount! The bill I'll attached at the bottom of this page and for a limited time only, you will NOT be charged for reading the words in the bill! Now is that a deal or what?

I will GAMBLE WITH YOU in a game "YUANQIN ALWAYS WINS!" With a minimum bet of $50, I will soon have EVERYTHING you own! kick ass!

Finally, I will TAX you for reading. In my text, I rule and my texts says that the TAXES here are no more than 359% I can assure you that no where ELSE in the world can you find such high taxes, it's exclusive to here and that's what makes it kicks so much ass!

The Bill

Total Words: 569
Free Words: 100
Payable Words: 469
Taxes(359%): 2000, rounded up next closest thousand.
To pay: $1234.50 (wow! this IS unexpected.)
To tip: $5432.10

Bill is free.

Starwars Origami

I'm pretty high on origami now, all thanks to the next installment in the Starwars saga.
I'll have to start way back in primary school, probably primary 4 (10 years old), it might be 3, I dunno. That was when I made my first X-wing. At that time, all I wanted was something that's got 4 wings and a fuselarge, I probably didn't know it as the fuselarge at that time, just the plane body. Unfortunately for me, I lost that version of the X-wing along with a huge chunk of how I made it, which sucks, it was cool and from that I made the Tydirium, which looks more like what it's supposed to look like, my old X-wing wasn't very X-wingy.

I would say it's around primary 5 (11 years old) when I first created the base of great number of my original plane creations. That base kicks so much ass for a simple reason, I made it. By base I actually mean the very first version of the plane I created. It evolved over time and I made a great deal of other shit from it. Off the top of my head, the "Independance Day Alien attacker ship", I have 2 versions of this. Then there's the Star Destroyer, my version is not like any of those found online when u google for starwars origami, it's not flimsy, hollow and easily crushed, it's the REAL thing. I'll get a picture of it up when I can.

Now on to the main thing, the X-wing. Actually I made a Tie Interceptor too but, unfortunately for me, I saw a lot of other more accurate versions of it online, more accurate and a hell lot easier to make, crap. So here it is, the X-wing. It's my 3rd version actually, my 2nd version was made yesterday and it kicks ass too but when I put it beside this one, it became shit so I decided it'll never be seen anymore.

View 1:


View 2: From the top.


I really need to get a Digicam, can you believe I don't have 1? ME! As in ME! I don't have one! That's like Anakin without his lightsabre!! I'll post nicer looking pics when I can. I tried to make them clearer but Gimp SUCKS and I'm too lazy to switch to Windows for 2 crappy pictures.

Me: Eh, are you good at origami?

Arthur: erm, not really, I only know how to make cranes. why?

Me: I ROCK at it!

Arthur: don't bluff. what did you make?

Eat that! Do not be mistaken, I really have nothing against this Arthur, it's just that I saw these few cranes on his table, he's a clerk by the way, made using coloured paper. He did put me on 3 week end duties in a row. hmmm.

Pest Control

The recent few days of rain have brought upon my bunk in camp a whole new breed of nuisance. 1. They shouldn't be new to anyone and I'm pretty damn sure no one likes them. 2. They are black and they swarm in great numbers, 3. sometimes they even stink! 4. You can't really see them at night unless they are under a bright light source. Now let's do some mind reading, ME reading YOUR mind. What I'll do is to try to reconstruct your train of thought. I've carefully crafted this list into a paragraph, no line breaks, such that it appears to be only a chunk of text. When you read the first sentence, you have mentally prepared yourself to be bombarded by me whining a lot, rendering this sudden mind reading "thing" a sudden shift in pace and totally unexpected. After reading 1, you've more or less established that I'm going to bitch about something and/or someone that is commonly seen in Singapore. At 2, my emphasis on the word black led you to brainstorm for things that are of said colour that are common in Singapore. These "things" are a common sight in Singapore. At point 3, you've confirmed to yourself that I hate the subject to the core and they do not smell good. Point 4 only furthur enforces point 2 leading you to think that the fact that the subject is black is of great importance. And indeed it is. Knowing me and my "pseudo" racist nature, plus your in born racism, you would probably come to the conclusion that the subject is a minority group in Singapore. The fact that one of the reasons for this nuisance is the rain these few days would have completely slipped your mind for 2 reasons, 1) it's not numbered as a point, 2) you led too far off track to remember. If at this point, you still do not know what I'm getting at, I'll be kind and spell it out for you. You think I'm talking about Banglas!

You are wrong, I'm actually talking about those fucking flying ants that are really becoming a pest these days, not that they weren't in the past, they're just more of a pest now. If you want to see an insect graveyard, kindly proceed to Band B bunk 1. The floor is littered with bug carcasses. I was in bunk watching TV, minding my own business refusing to care about the lesser intelligent critters making their way into the room. It was irritating but tolerable until about 7 plus in the evening. That's when the sun just set and the lights in my bunk transformed into homing beacons for those fucking bugs in an instant. One minute I was watching TV, the next I'm up on my feet swatting those fucking bugs off my body.

I was at the apex of my irritant meter, that's when I decided to do something about the bugs. It took a while but it was well worth the effort. The bugs stopped bugging me for the rest of the night more or less. As suggested by my use of the word graveyard in the above paragraph, the bugs that pissed me off died, perished. I will now impart onto you, the gift of how to get rid of those bugs.

You must first stop the bugs from coming in, close all the windows doors in the room, make sure no new bugs can come in. But what if some of them want to get out? you say. I say we kill them else it won't be fair to those that will definately die from pissing me off. At this point, you will notice that even though they are equiped with wings, they are not great in the flight department, they are after all ants, so get a cloth or simply a dirty t-shirt, whichever is readily available.

Swing!
Swipe the cloth at anything you see airborne. Even if the cloth doesn't hit the flying fucker, the displaced air will cause the weak flyers to get grounded for a while. This is crucial as most of the little fuckers WILL still be flying around.

Stomp!
Step on those fucking things, they crunch and ooze fluids sometimes, this is the most basic and fastest way to kill them.

Drown!
Pour water on them so they stay grounded, struggle and exhaust themselves to death. They might drown too.

Boil!
Get a mug of boiling water and pour a little of it on those grounded fuckers. They die in an instant. No ooze.

Freeze!
This is not as effective as boil but it's an alternative if you don't have a boiler but got a water cooler around. Bugs are cold blooded meaning they take the temperature of their surroundings. They are more lethargic when they are cold hence easier to kill. This can also be a follow through action for boil if the bug is hardy and didn't die from boil. This hot-cold combination would most definately finish it off.

Soap!
This is great if you see bugs in the bath. works on cockcroaches, the hardiest of critters. These fuckers can round around headless for 2 weeks before they die, or so I was told. If it works on roaches, it works on any bug there is. This is best achieved with liquid soap, more commonly known as shower foam. Shampoo works damn fine too. Use drown on the big to keep it grounded, then squeeze some liquid soap on it, be sure to completely cover the abdomen area at least. That's where bugs breath from, their ass. This way, the liquid soap will clog up the breathing holes suffocating them at the least. If not, the soap will get into the bug's system and poison it. Soap is also more viscous than water making it impossible for the bug to break away with flight.

Now back to mind reading. I'm writing this here because some words in my explaination above are tools used to mislead you. When you look at this page, what catches your eyes would be the bold yellow words, that is your first impression of what I'm writing about. Cheers.

Major Revamp

If it's the first time you're here, chances are it's not, disregard this.
As you should have noticed unless you're a complete idiot, I did some major restructuring. I'm hoping that by breaking this place down Maddox style, I'll make this place more readible. To not overwhelm the reader with words, that's what I'm trying to achieve here. Hope it's working. Plus this way I can add music to specific pages only which is good.

PS: It was a bitch to reorganise some image posts posted using hello. The absence of a title in those posts screw up my layout, so I had to manually group some of them. I'm never using hello again. I'm switching to Flickr! It's a few steps more but it's way better than reorganising image posts all the time.

Firefox Bandwidth SuSE

Ok here's the deal. There IS background music to this page now. I put it there because I like it, if you don't drop dead, wait that's Kenneth's line. If you don't, you are wrong.

So if by any chance you don't hear it, here are a few things you can do.

1. Wait.
2. Use Firefox and then wait.
3. Stop downloading porn for a second.
4. Get a faster connection.
5. Get SuSE linux if you kick ass like me.
6. Install the flash player plugin when you're prompted to. This you don't get but you click yes for all the spyware?!

It's supposed to play as it loads but I guess I didn't quite do it right. May fix that at a later time.

anonymous hate-_____.

What's the deal with anonymous hate stuff? Hate-mail, hate tags, hate-comments, hate-crime, hate-zhiqin, etc. Don't get me wrong, I totally understand the concept of a hate-_____ (fill in blank with word of choice.), you see something someone wrote, don't feel good about it so you decided to show your displeasure, totally normal. What bugs me is the anonymous part. What the hell is the point of responding when the person you're responding to cannot respond to you? Here's a classic anonymous hate-tag found on Kang's tag-board.

anonymous: man u should stop criticisng pple, n look at urself sissy

negoki: anonymous: it's like you're talking to a mirror, isn't "sissy" critic?

As you can clearly see, anonymous is clearly not happy with Kang. I can't help but notice how he slaps himself in the face by doing the exact same thing he's pissed off with Kang about, which explains my reply. However, the point is, nobody cares about anonymous. Who would take John Doe seriously? There's no creditability to what he says since he clearly does not have to balls to stand up for himself and his principles. These are the exact same kind of people that enjoys being taken for granted, since they obviously hate to be taken seriously. If not they'd use their real name or at least something that would allow the person they are responding to identify them.

It's amazing how much hate-_____ some of my friends get, they are after all my friends, all from anonymous. They call themselves anonymous, stranger, superman, teacher, zhiqin, micheal jackson, ihateyou, jessis, leaving no trace to them what so ever. I call it hit and run, amateurish and childish, totally not worth giving a shit for. They do come in handy when I need quick cheap thrill, nothing excites me more than to pick at stupid people's words and throwing it back at them, what I call the slap-him-with-himself maneuver.

Bibliography:
Kang's & Grace's blogs. The latter's got a comprehensive collection of hate-_____ well worth reading. Much fucking better than Reader's Digest's joke page.

Peanut Butter

Peanut butter's got to be THE MOST eaten substance known to man. Everyone loves it, no matter how old, sane or hungry you are. Plus it goes with anything! Chocolate, kaya, jam, butter, honey, ham, you name it! You don't even need to have something to slap it on most of the time, just a spoon and a hell lot of water if you want to keep your voice. Then there's peanut butter chunky, I always wondered which came first, chunky or creamy. It's just like the chicken and the egg question, if there's no conventional, creamy, peanut butter then there won't be chunky peanut butter right? But there's the possibility that chunky peanut butter was invented first since the first peanut butter was probably created when people didn't give a shit enough to eat ground up ground nuts. They probably didn't care whether the peanuts were ground up nicely which explains the chunks in the chunky peanut butter. However, chunky kicks so much more ass than regular peanut butter which brings us to question why they would make creamy peanut butter if they had chunky first. That I'll explain with my usual erratic conclusions, because they can.

Another amazing aspect of peanut butter is how efficient it is in attracting ants. I leave it unattended, tightly capped, for at most 15 minutes and the next thing I know, it's covered with ants trying to find a way through my perfect seal of a cap. Knowing me, I do not let critters with more than 4 legs go easily, so I did what most people would do when they find something covered with ants, I burn them. Wait, no no, that's something else, I washed the ants off. It's amazing really, I hardly ever see ants in my room. Rephrase, I NEVER see ants in my room. That in itself is pretty amazing considering the amount of uncleared food I leave lying around my table and window ledge in different stages of decay. No ants or flies or bugs for that matter, amazing. Yet the moment the peanut butter gets there, CAPPED, the ants materialise. I use materialise since I didn't see where they came from and where they crawl off to, hell I never saw them again, it's like they never existed. Imagine that, phantom ants summoned to being by a bottle of peanut butter. This is where we can probably add Skippy to the list of satanic brands together with Harry Potter and Pantene.

Elfen Lied :: Lilium

When is the last time you heard a song, or a piece for that matter, that reaches so deeply into you, a tune so deeply engraved with emmotions that you don't have to understand what it means to appreciate it? Perhaps never for some of you living in the world today, those exposed only to trash music made popular by the absence of proper clothing, a pretty face or simply superb marketing. Let's not go into shitty vocals here.

Music is art, a truth now very much twisted won't you agree? Music nowadays is skewed towards entertainment, towards capitalism, a world where revenues mean everything. Exactly how much of the music you listen to can you truely, without hesitation, classify as art? What other kind of emotion did the music you listen to bring out in you other than adrenaline pumping excitement? Perhaps it's personal preference, some people like trashy music while some don't, who's to judge your choice in music?

Enough with the crap and on to the focus of this post here. As you've probably guessed, you'll be seeing the lyrics and the translation of the song Lilim from Elfen Lied, that you'll see at the end of this post, before that, some things about Elfen Lied.

Elfen Lied is a 13 Episode +1 OVA anime which, well, kicks ASS!! Why you ask? Imagine this, you're greeted to each episode with a fantastic opening theme song with fantastic art. Not to forget the fact that the main character of the series is almost always nude in the opening. Nice art + hot chick + lots of skin + superb music, what's not to like? As for the plot, it's one of the best plots ever written if you ask me, the other being Neon Genesis Evangelion & FMA. It's beyond words and at times, I almost cried, ME! The sadistic psychopath! It's that good. There's also a LOT of blood. I actually mean A LOT, truely not for the weak hearted.

Elfen Lied :: Lilium :: Latin :: English

Os iusti meditabitur sapientam,
et lingua eius loquetor indictum.

The mouth of the just shall consider the taste
and the tongue shall speak of it not.

Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,
qouniam cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.

Fortunate is the man who bears the temptation
For when you may approve it he shall receive the crown of life.

Kyrie, Ignis divine, eleison (could be also 'divine ignis', 'prophet of the flame', since she says divine and not the Latin word for it)

Oh Lord, divine flame, have mercy

O quam sanctum, quam serena
quam benigma, quam amoena
Sevi cum graditum

O quam sanctum, quam serena
quam benigma, quam amoena
O castitas lilium

Oh who sacred, who serene
who benign, who beautiful
I have sown with the step
The lily of chastity (or purity)

You can find the MP3 for this song here. Or you can ask me if you know me for a choir version of it.
Lyrics and Translation from here.

PS. If you haven't already heard the song playing in the bg of this page, you're either deaf or your speakers are off. It's Lilium by the way.

memory

I hate it when I'm bored, my mind wanders, it makes me think and when that happens, I remember.
Remembering is never good for me, it either means I realise there's something I forgot, or I recalled something I don't want to remember.
I mean face it, who reminisces in their happy memories when they're bored? That's just fucking psychotic! To dwell in the happiness of the past is just plain fucking stupid, it's not called the past for no reason, it will NEVER come back. I can never understand how some people can say crap like "I've been there, that alone is enough." So what if you've "been there", what does it change? If you really like "there" so much, how is it that just being there before is enough? It's all self-fucking-comfort. All the trouble to make up a few lame excuses to make yourself feel better, to justify what should not and can never be justified. Nothing. That's all that is left. All that matters. Nothing. The world is real, time is a constant and it will never stop. We can only look to the future, perhaps some people realise that more, perhaps that's all they see, nothing in the past matters. If that's the case, the so called butterfly effect should not exist, there's no cause and effect since everything is just another event. Perhaps life is just a cascade of events rather than a build up of cause and effect. You did something hence something else is happening, cause and effect? Maybe. What about those times when you did nothing and still something is happening? How does cause and effect explain that? BUt everything falls in place with the event theory. With everything as another independent event, everything can be explained. But what about consequence? What about consequence? Isn't it just another event?

Amazing how much I can stray eh? Back to being bored and how it makes me remember. Perhaps bored is just another word for lonely. To have nothing to do. Perhaps I'm just lonely. I'm just lonely. I'm lonely. Why? This brings me to a time about 2 years ago and a little something I wrote back then.

The way things were.

The constant droning
The hateful swearing
The painful longing
For the past I feel

The things I’ve lost
The things I want back
The past is gone
This void I feel

I’m twisted
I’m warped
I’m myself no more
I hate things the way they are

So much I long for what I’ve lost
So hurt I feel whenever I remember
So desperate I am to feel again
What once was mine but never again

I pray for the past
I want it back
I want the way things were back then
But that I know can never be
For everyone’s moved on but me

I originally posted that on my deviantart gallery. The original post can be found here

This is probably THE most serious article to grace this "blog". Kind of a phase shift in mood here. The sudden heavy atmosphere making the black theme suddenly fitting.

Fucking Ingenious!

Fucking Ingenious!!

Why haven't we thought of this?! It's totally something we, me & Kenneth, would do. We have got to try this someday! Probably not at the air-port though, maybe a departmental store or something, lost kid or whatever.

Until then, I'll try a few of my own!

Looks like: Eumatha Varkenson Ofabeac
Reads like: You Mother Fucking Son of a Bitch

Looks like: Sarkork Andye
Reads like: Suck cock and die

Looks like: Davatu Glesheeto ferdarejars vahted
Reads like: The fat ugly shit over there just farted

Looks like: Zichin varkensmels lykeman ure
Reads like: Zhiqin fucking smells like manure

And so on, play around, I can't wait to put this to test! haha!

i'm so bored... somebody kill me now...

Long breaks often remind me of why I started this "blog" in the first place. It's the first day of my week long break and I'm already beginning to feel the bordom cascading within. So little to do, so much time. Sucks to be me.

If you remember my post on Stumble, you'd know how much of an ass kicking program/plugin that is! But nothing's perfect and somehow, the folks over at Stumble decided to put this place under the category shown below:



Indeed, your eyes did not deceive you, they put me in Christianity. Obviously, I took steps to correct this but geez, it made me realise I write too damn much about religion.