To utter.

Options?

2006-10-18T13:36:00.000+08:00

There is something to be said about surveys.

A few times a year, the upper echleons of authority, peace, justice and chicken rice drop a note to their henchmen, informing them of the major operational steps to be carried out so as to uncover the various secrets of exsistential adolescent life, in the gloriful name of education and the betterment of society. And their henchmen ride forth, through institutions and other halls of learning, to sow the seeds of hour-long tortures upon the minds of students, teenagers and creatures.

That was probably a good long time ago.

Now the world has changed. The authority remains hellbent on dissecting information, with great lines like -

"Do you feel that you are loved by your family?"

To which the students answer -

"Yes, I am loved by my family."

And then, the great cogs of society turn, and what's churned out is -

"Singaporeans are on excellent terms with family, are fillial and all that other stuff."

Behold the most awe-inspring mental equation of our time! Cower in the way a response of "Yes" can be furthered delved into. No secret is safe in the eyes of the survey.

Except those of the thousand other people out there who have not taken the survey, or the ones that breeze through with "Neutral".

But enough, lest your worry, fret and quake in your chair. Surveys are not as tiresome as something else - Surveyors.

Some are good, the ones that don't breathe down your neck. The ones that let you answer and finish in peace, just there to facilitate and make sure nobody spontaneously combusts.

The others'll probably watch you smoulder, placing bets on which part drops off when. These guys hang around you, watching your screen, watching your answers, watching your hand as it moved to click the "No" of anything that should be, politically-correctly speaking, a yes. They make your life a merry hell, and then expect positively turthful answers. They prefer to appear impressive. Pushy. Authoritative. And they succeed in appearing as a total fools, with commands like -

"You finis? Turn off your computer and get out."

"What ar you do-eng! STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF."

And the ever famous.

"WE TELL YOUR PLINCIPLE, ARR?!"

I assure you. Mr Hon is our respected principal, a good person, and by no way related to that plinciple word you utter.

In short.

Surveys are a pitiful waste of time, considering that nobody takes them seriously - especially if the surveyees aren't in a positive mood.

And I am bored. This too, has been a pitiful waste of time.

Braindead.

2006-10-02T20:42:00.000+08:00

A stunning revelation fell down from the heavens today only to crash into my skull and penetrate into the deeper recesses of grey matter and empty space.

I NEED SLEEP.

And yes, I'm still alive. Hurrah and all that.

Another headache, another longing gaze at the sofa. Haven't napped for a few days, haven't slept before 1am for a few days too. Meaning I'm tired. And that's an understatement. Better not fall asleep in class, though, no matter how tempting a thing to do. Having your head tilted to one side is an obvious show of fatigue.

\(xD)/ oh no my head is bent

Sometimes at night, I'ld wonder - which is more worth is, sleep, or another hour of reading, slacking and mindless conversation on MSN. The latter tends to win. Resulting in snowballing inactivity and late nighters. And a total lack of logic and conscious the next day.

\(xD)/ oh no my head is bent

They should create some sort of non-addictive, non-dangerous sort of caffeine. Currently coffee and stuff will probably snuff me out, considering how much I'll take - NescafeQuickKill, anyone? Though that's like asking for the moon to do a tapdance on a pademelon. Which I don't want to see. Pademelons deserve better than that. And so does this blog post, whose main topic I have so easily deviated from. But it's not like I can concentrate, anyway. My brain feels like it's out somewhere.

\__/ oh no my head is gone

I shall find something less mindless, mind the pun, to blog about in future.

On the subject of Blogs.

2006-09-23T22:19:00.000+08:00

So I spent the evening thinking about plastic explosives.

But that's off topic, and has nothing to do with my acquiring of 25pence from a European uncle.

Which happened in some alternate reality, where I am by far much richer than I am now.

The actual post is about blogging. Hey, credit me. I'm getting technical and attempting to be cool, hip and sauve.

Anyway.

As humans under the infleunce of the herd instinct, drugs and reality TV, we tend to do stuff for, bluntly put, the heck of it, and of course to fit in with the crowd, blend in, and make merry. So blogging's one of them. This post is about Blog-spotting.

Hurrah Intro.

There's a few types of bloggers.
- Average
- School or Work
- Publicity Related
- Community-based

The Average
The type who writes about snippets of his/her life, with commentory. And occasionally random ramblings and other off-tangent schtick. These included things like:

If they use English in an informal way - "Today I went to the market. Rather interesting."
If they use English in a formal way - "Today, I paid a visit to the wet market. In was, in my humble opinion, rather interesting an experience."
If they use English and chatspeak - "2dae go market lol got fish lol"
If they don't use English - How do you expect me know?

Average bloggers tend not to update often, even though they have well coded blogskins, special scripts and the like.

The School or Work
These bloggers use blogs as project journals or diaries. They talk about homework, a new thesis - little lies to harm small children, hamburgers and other types of fast food. This type of blogger is boring, approach with extreme caution. They only use formal, or close to formal English, with posts like:

"Reflections on my work: I feel that that this experience has been amazingly meaningful and I will remember the lessons I've learnt for the rest of my life"

It is compulsory for all posts to be written on the day before the assignment involving the blog is due.

The Publicity Related
There are two sub-breeds of this type, the self-complimentory and the defamatory. Self-complimentory blogs tend to involve pictures, touched up with Adobe Photoshop, Picture Editor and Microsoft Clipart Version 1.6. All the pictures involve heavy make-up, as the online community finds joy in laughing at others. Posts tend to be narcistic in nature, with words like:

"damn" or "very" or "very the"
"in my humble opion" or "IMOH"
"Chio" or "pretty" or "shuai"
"lawl" or "lol" or any emoticon which exists to act cute and annoy.
"cute" or "kawaii", with the latter used wrongly.

Defamatory blogs are the opposite, aiming to ruin a person's reputation. These blogs enjoy touching on subjects like:

Prefencial Inclinations, terms include:
"gay" "ghey" "gh3y" "lawl" "les" "lez" "lol" "fag"
Hereticizm, terms include:
"cult" "gang" "anti" "hell"
Mental states, terms include:
"stupid" "idiot" "dumb" "brain" "lawl"

Self-complimentory blogs tend to be written in relatively average English. Defamatory blogs are usually informal, chatspeak or non-English.

The Community-based
These blogs are written by groups of people, done to bond, make friends and create internal strifes. Language can be anything from Binary to Click. Usually, the blog enjoys myriads of posts and endless traffic for the first week or so, before it dies down to a post per week, or less. Subjects are usually related to the event that resulted in the meeting that spurred people on to create the blog. Possibilities include:

Camps, resdential or outdoors
Workshops, with grouping systems
Competions, with group members banding together
Online Games, usually linked to guilds and other stalking methods

These blogs are fun to read at the beginning.

Blog-Spotting for Beginners
A basic blog-spotter's kit includes:
- A notebook and writing materials
- A computer and related appliances
- A portable power generator
- A shotgun, with at least 6 rounds
- A pair of binoculars
- A internet, available at Walmart.
- A pickaxe

"So you wanna be a blog-spotter!"
First, it is important to practise setting up the internet, computer and generator with haste and much speed. Practise setting up on various terrain, such as:

- On the plane, when you've run out of peanuts
- In bed, when you're supposed to be sleeping
- At the desk, when you should be doing a math worksheet
- On a camping trip, when you're asked to scale a rockwall

Remember that you have, at times, to deal with hostile blogs. These are defended with Firewalls and Portable Hydrogen Projectiles, PHP for short. When a blog is on the offensive, we say it is "on fire", and is hence starting to burn, or flame, others. It is important not to panic. If you have been flamed, remember to Stop, Drop and Lol.

STOP what you are doing.
DROP the computer down a 10 storey building
LOL at the dead passer-by.

If that does not work, unload all the shotgun's rounds on the monitor. Fret no more! The blog has miraculously vanished before your eyes, a black void replacing it.

Also, remember to record your findings and keep tabs on all blogs. This is called tracking, and the binoculars is useful to improve your image, while simutaneously branding you an absolute retard. Should a blog you track freeze up and stop updating, it is your obligation as a Blog-spotter to lift your pickaxes and hack the blog.

Finally, keep in mind the golden rule of the Internet
- All your bases are belong to us

I've wasted some of my life on this. Oh hell.

Open Ends

2006-09-14T01:01:00.000+08:00

Time to get this up and running again.

1. If there is one thing I can't stand its a lame performace onstage.
2. I love it when these type of quizzes pop up.
3. My boyfriend/girlfriend is not yet known to myself.
4. My best friend(s) is a nice person. (:
5. I love my family because it's a fact.
6. When I first met my best friend we said hi.
7. I've never .
8. I would never dislike someone who serves me to whim.
9. One really good piece of advice someone has ever given me was yesterday.
10. If/When I get married I'll get a mate.
11. If/When I get married, our first dance will be later.
12. If I could live ANYWHERE in the world, I would be filthy rich.
13. My dream house is located there.
14. My top five favorite bands are very good bands.
15. My top five favorite singers are very good singers.
16. One N'Sync song I actually like is somewhere, but I forgot.
17. One Britney Spears song I can tolerate and can actually admit to liking is something that I use to bait mating elephants.
18. I crave - who doesn't?
19. Disney movies are movies made by the Disney Coporation.
20. Johnny Depp cannot fly.
21. Milla Jokavich is a type of lemonade jellybean.
22. When I turn/turned 21 the first thing I did/will do was/is celebrate my birthday.
23. I'm in love with things that I like a lot.
24. I could eat. Duh.
25. Four friends I would love to live with are nice people.
26. My mother is a nice person.
Those movies 27. are the best movies ever.
That28. is the best place to eat out
29. If I were famous, I would laugh my butt off.
30. One person, alive or dead, I would like to meet would be a good person.
31. The one person I've learned the most from in my life is a great teacher.
32. I wish I could be more like myself. (Won't bother changing the answer)
33. I wish I was beter at speeling.
34. The first person who ever broke my heart is a clumsy person.
35. I can't believe that it's not butter!
36. I have lived in many places.
37. Love is a special flavour of chicken you can buy at Cold Storage.
38. Seeing no evil, hearing no evil, speaking no evil.
39. I look at the screen.
40. The Olsen twins are the result of a haircare experiment gone wrong.
41. One thing I feel like right now is annoyance.
42. This one time my friends and I did stuff. Wow.
43. The last time I cried I was very sad.
44. I am very in need of money.
45. I wish for world peace.
46. Love is aha, aha-la-hooyeayea.
47. My dad is my father.
48. I regret . I'm sorry.
49. I wish things REALLY are things. Most things nowadays are thungs.
50. I need . You give?
51. I want . You give?
52. I can't handle this anymore.

What an optimistic way to start a revamp.

Overhaul

2006-09-13T22:09:00.000+08:00

Since we've to let live and forgive. I shall.

Give this blog a revamp that it soo needs.

Theer-T

2006-09-05T01:47:00.000+08:00

30 questions omg. Stolen from Kenneth.

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
If I even look in a mirror, I'm probably not thinking.

2. When is the next time you will have sex?
*First time. Probably many, many years from now.

3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"?
Lore.

4. Favourite planet?
Earth. :D

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?
Some weird number. Haven't saved it yet.

6. What is your favorite ringtone on your phone?
Lautsprecher Test, if I got the spelling right. Annoying, high-pitch siren-thing. Which is why my phone's always on silent mode.

7. What kinda shirt you have on?
White shirt. Big, plain.

8. Describe yourself in one phrase.
Me.

9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?
Nobrand! Now available at $9.95, 10% discount to peeps who actually wear shoes indoors.

10. Bright or Dark Room?
Dark.

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Er. Thank you for the quiz?

12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on?
The one further from the door. Either that, or the one closer to the shotgun rack.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Trying my best to complete trigo stuff. Which I utterly despise.

14. What did your last text message say that you received on your mobile?
"Lol i going online to slack a while." - XJK.

15. Where is your letter box?
Outside the house.

16. What's a word that you say a lot?
"Holy". In "Holy Shit", "Holy F-", "Holy", etc.

17. Who told you he/she loved you last?
Look, diversion!

18. Last furry thing you touched?
A rose. It feels furry, in a way. Or felt-like.

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
I don't do drugs. After all, look at question 2.

20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?
None. I use cameraphone omg.

21. Favorite age you have been so far?
Er. I've yet to choose.

22.Your worst enemy?
Tabasco Chilli Sauce.

23. What is your current desktop picture?
Default windows. I've yet to settle on a nice one.

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
"Yea."

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly?
I'll choose both. You didn't finish the question.

26. Do you like someone?
liekz omg wuff u lawl

27. The last song you listened to?
Through the Kaleidoscope - Steven Cravis

28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?
If I can jump fast enough to intercept a bullet, then my sis should be able to jump fast enough to get out of the way in the first place.

29. If you could punch one person in the face who would it be?
Bill Gates. He's rich. I'm not. Woe.

30. What is the closest object to your left foot?
My left ankle. Wow.

I need sleep. I sooo do.

Two of a kind

2006-08-27T23:09:00.000+08:00

Two things. Camp, and Cap.

I'll start with camp.

Day 1 -

"Welcome to hell!"

The very words our instructor used, albiet in what we can guess is a joking manner.

Googly Eyes. Bushman-Headhunter-ish appearance. White, broad teeth. Nearly no hair. Twisted grin. Tendency to burp and make other bodily noises.

Come on. Isn't it obvious we're gonna enjoy this?

Tent-pitching followed. Our group worked quite fast, with Daniel and yours truly going berserk on the mallets. Was fun when it lasted.

Lunch. Can't remember what it was, except it seemed edible. We just chowed down. No worries, mate. Worries can be kept for later. Like when slight indigestion starts knocking at your door, promising a bright, happy future of cramped bowels.

Hike. 4 hours of walking has, I swear, a hypnotic effect on you. Amidst the cries of various chants, sounds and noises.

"BU4 LAO3 SHI2!"
This later became some sort of a running gag.
"We all live ina yellow sub-"
We all live a great green tent, more like.
*insert burp noise*
No prizes for guessing who.
"ARGH MOTHERLAND!"
Inside joke. Made worse by constant repeating.
"Ze missiles are coming! Fire our shiet!"
Related joke. Andai and I apologize for killing your braincells with it.
"Keep left! KEEP LEFT!"
At this juncture, everyone promptly steps right and onto the main road.

The last 40 minutes or so I spent playing a simple word game with Andai. Nich and Bing later played a similar, though more risque version, in the background. Certain words kept popping up, and for your, and my own, sanity, will not be mentioned.

We got back to camp, receiving an hour-long break. Commence slacking.

Night activities were pointless, in my eyes, and will not be mentioned to save time.

After that - True madness began.

Bathing was priority over supper. Cue crazed dash for tents, then for toilets. The cubicle I got had half a dead, rotting lizard lodged in the door swivel. Severe weirdness. Followed by a brief argument over who had the soap and why the soap had not been passed from cubicle to the other.

Then sleep. Hooboy. There was some heated debate over who went in whose tent, though it was settled quite quickly, Hub-counselling style. Insert long talks over pointless topics, and random singing. And potshots at topless classmates, unaware of the existence of cameraphone-flash. Eventually we fell asleep.

Day 2 -

We did some activity which has deleted itself from my memory. Then river challenge.

Has to be seen to be believed. I'll list the main highlights.

"Somebody take the tube!"
*Steps out of tube*
*Afore mentioned swings backward and whacks yours truly in the noggin*

"Nicholas, sit inside the tube!"
"Like this?"
*Tube flips over, Nich is dunked*

"Huangji, you look like a coconut!"
"MY FAULT?! MYYYYY FAULT?!"

"Somebody tell him to get out of the water. Now."

Good laughs.

The next activity I skipped (Nature Rumble.). For the second thing on my list.

CAP Mentorship meeting.

On arrival, nobody there but Jiayu and two others I can only remember by sight. Bit of talk about mentors here. The door later unlocked, and we went in early. Lounged around a bit, before the arrival of Choon.

"Eh? Hi Choon Hia-"
"Blue black green green blue green black."
" Er. What's that?"
"Finger thumb finger (Combination I can't remember.)"
*Both start laughing*

Had the briefing after that. Usual stuff, with the usual snide comments from the listeners - of course, unheard by the speaker.

Then the mentors arrived. And, to my horror.

Mr Lee was busy on that day. Took the chance to stuff myself with sandwiches and lemon tea.

About 30 minutes later, I would be thankful that I ate more, 'cos I was back in camp.

Dinner, usual camp fare. Then washing up. Then-

CAMPFIRE omg.

We sat in a large circle. We sang. We cheered. We did dumb performances, though some other groups had real good ones. We watched the instructors dance. We shouted.

That sums it up. Back to tents for a tamer night, due to fatigue.

The next day was area cleaning and tent striking. Too much controversy over a certain group member, so I won't elaborate here.

And then. It was over.

And boy, were we elated.

This has been as mind-numbing as doing a quiz.

Layers

2006-08-21T20:21:00.000+08:00

WARNING.

LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: You should know. xD
Birth date: 01041992
Current status: Single. Heheh.
EyeColor: Black, slight brown edges.
Hair Color: Black, or very dark brown.
Righty or Lefty: Right.
Zodiac Sign: ARIES OMG.

LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your heritage: Goes back to China, yo.
Your fears: Embarassment/Humiliation.
Your weakness: Money. Giving money will make me weak. Yea.
Your perfect pizza: Canadian Pizza, Super supreme.

LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY,TODAY,TOMORROW
Your thoughts first waking up: That was a weird dream.
Your bedtime: Anytime from 7 to 9 the next day.
Your most missed memory: Army Daze.

LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK
Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
McDonald's or Burger King: Macs, for more variety.
Single or group dates: Small, duh. But I've no dates at the moment. *hint*
Adidas or Nike: Err. Nike.
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Nestea's easy to use.
Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla. Or strawberry.
Cappuccino or coffee: Tea. But coffee's good, too.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Smoke: Yea. Set my clothes on fire once, when trying to cook.
Curse: Hell yea.
Take a shower: No, 'cos after all, I find it pleasent to be unclean and such. Yea.
Have a crush: Yes. You'll never know.
Think you've been in love: Yes. Heck, look above.
Like(d) school: Yes/No, depending on the subject/activities.
Want to get married: Yeaaa. But not at the moment.
Believe in yourself: Sometimes. xD
Think you're a health freak: NO.

LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Drank alcohol: Eheheh. Yes. Choya. And Southern Comfort. A few sips of each.
Gone to the mall: Yep.
Been on stage: EDC <3.
Eaten Sushi: HOOYEA.
Been dumped: Nope. I don't ride dumpsters.
Gone skating: Nope. Wish I could.
Dyed your hair: No way.

LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
Played a stripping game: No. Pervert.
Changed who you were to fit in: Yea. For a few reasons.

LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD
Age your hoping to be married: 20 - 23? Earlier if it's some fiance thing.

LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY
Best eye color: Brown/Black-ish.
Best hair color: Black. Dark brown, too.
Short or long hair: As long as it looks good, it's fine with me.

LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING
1 MINUTE AGO: Eating dinner.
1 HOUR AGO: Browsing some forums.
5 HOURS AGO: Watching BH splatter XJK.
1 WEEK AGO: Sleeping.
1 YEAR AGO: Slacking about, I guess.

LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I LOVE: A select few.
I FEEL: Bored.
I HATE: Stuff.
I HIDE: Everything I don't wanna show others.
I MISS: Some people.
I NEED: More close friends.

You have read 1 more pointless quiz. :)

Regarding thlabber.

2006-08-17T20:49:00.000+08:00

I've been doing nothing but quizzes lately.

Q: NAME A FRIEND WHO'S NAMES STARTS WITH A "S"
A: Shawn Ng.

Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS:
A: Hubert, 1.52pm.

Q: WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED SAY?:
A: "Hey buy seaweed :D thxthx" - Sis. Who loves Tao Kae Noi.

Q: DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
A: Nope. Unless I'm uneasy.

Q: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR?
A: Limp would be a better word.

Q: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOURE GOING TO?
A: Probably iSpark Night.

Q: WHOS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE?
A: Holy shit! I've a LIFE!

Q: WHAT WORDS DO YOU SAY A LOT?
A: "Holy shit". As seen above.

Q: WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE:
A: Keesh, or whatever the spelling is.

Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO SOMEONE AND WHO WAS IT?
A: "Hard to imagine." to Sis, across the room.

Q: DO YOU WATCH TV?
A: Nope. Unless it's a nice travel program.

Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO?
A: Have you seen the armpit hair of Leonardo Da Vinci?

Q: EVER BEEN HUNTING?
A: For rare organisms, like a Thesaurus or a Babelfish.

Q: IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
A: Guess so. Just a long way ahead.

Q: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT?
A: "I LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT. Done.

Q: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT NOW?:
A: Assignments.

Q: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?
A: Yes.

Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?
A: Want me to walk by you again?

Q: WHO'S THE YOUNGEST ONE IN THE FAMILY ?
A: Moi.

Q: IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
A: Liek, dude, that's so tho-ta-lee rad!

Q: ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?
A: Boo-yeah.

Q: DO YOU CLEAN UP NICE?
A: Yea, but I think Nice doesn't like it much.

Q: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD?
A: Couple of years back.

Q: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SLEPT BESIDES YOUR HOUSE?
A: In class. xD

Q: EVER RUN OUT OF GAS ON THE ROAD?
A: Yea, my Ferrari Enzo chews the petrol.

Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS?
A: The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.

Best
1. Male friend: Err. Too many to count?
2. Female friend: Not many, and all are neutral.
3. Vacation: Beijing, last year.
4. Day of the week: Friday. EDC Love.
5. Food: Baked Rice.
6. Memory: Where do I start?

Last [Not counting family]
1. Person you saw: Some colleague of Dad.
2. Talked to on the phone: HonYee.
3. Hugged: Don't often do hugs - can't remember.
4. Person you texted: Choon.

Today
1. Is: Depressing.
2. Got any plans: None.
3. Dislikes about tomorrow: PE and Math.

Favorites
1. Number(s): 6.
2. Song: Despre Tine, Remix.
3. Color: Shades of red, and white.
4. Season: Winter. 'cos snow is rare.

Currently
1. Missing someone: Yes.
2. Mood: Depressed/High - more like, confused.

True or False
I am a morning person: No chance in hell.
I am a perfectionist: Depends on what it is.
I am an only child: No.
I am currently in my pajamas: I don't even have PJs. xD
I am online 24/7: Wish, yes. Is, no.
I am very shy around the opposite gender: Unfortunately, yes.
I can be paranoid at times: VERY.
I currently regret something that I have done: Yes.
I enjoy talking on the phone: Depends on who it is, and what the subject is.
I have a lot to learn: DUH.
I have a secret: Yes omg.

People to do:
Weiqi
Jiakun
Kenneth
Nicholas
Choon Hiang

Must find sensible things to do.

Numbers

2006-08-16T21:25:00.000+08:00

Was reading Choon's blog, and realised I was supposed to do this about a few weeks back.

Name 11 people you can think of right now in your head. After that tag at least 5 people to do this.
1. Choon Hiang
2. Kenneth
3. Eliseus
4. Junshyang
5. Choo Jun
6. Cara
7. Alex
8. Nicholas
9. Bing Heng
10. Andai
11. Zhicong

1. How did you meet 10?
At school? Same class.

2.What would you do if you never met 2?
I'd never have known that dry sarcasm was awesome.

3.What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?
LOL. Pure LOL. It'll be very odd.

4.Do you like 7?
xD She's nice, and gives great comments. Online friend.

5.Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?
They don't even know each other. And have vastly different characters. xD

6.Describe 3?
Effeminate, quite rich, very nice person. Hyper in his own way.

7.Do you think 8 is attractive?
Samuel probably does. Funny guy. Random guy, so I'll say he's attractive. Not in the sense you sickos are thinking of.

8.Tell me something about 2?
Rafflesian. Highly amusing to be around. Handphones. Likes rust, rot and dust.

9.Do you know any of 4's family?
Nope.

10.Whats 5's favourite things?
HCI EDC and. Er. No idea.

11.What would you do if 3 confesses he/she likes you?
Freak out.

12.What language does 6 speak?
English, I guess French. Could be more.

13.Who is 9 going out with?
Mind's a clear blank on this.

14. How old is 8 now?
Same as this question number.

15.When was the last time you talked to 1?
A few moments before filling this in.

16.What is 2's favourite band/singer?
*needs to ask*

17.Would you ever date 7?
No.

18.Would you ever date 11?
NO.

19. Have you ever seen 2 naked?
Does a cow eat laksa for supper? No.

5 People whom you want to pass this on to
Nicholas
Kenneth
Bing Heng
Andai
Zhicong

Must. get. something. of. sense. to. post.

Applying numberology to my name gives 669!

Didn't make much sense either.

Comes in threes.

2006-08-15T16:52:00.000+08:00

I've been tagged - by Bing. Ackzdeh, finally I've something to post.

Name 3 schools you went to
- Bukit Batok Kindergarden! Or what ever it was called.
- Princess Elizabeth Primary School
- Hwachong Institution. Ole!

Name 3 things in your purse/wallet
- Some old copper talisman. From when I was a wee lad.
- Garter; Army Daze momento. (:
- A plastic card with an entire scripture written on it.

Name 3 things you like to wear
- Long pants. The baggy kind.
- Polo-shirts. Love collared stuff.
- GLASSES. Hoo baby.

Name 3 things you always do when you are stressed up
- Drink water.
- Sing to the monitor. I'm weird like that.
- Exhale rapidly. xD

Name 3 fav songs right now
- One in a Million. Not the remix version, the original.
- Despre Tine. The remix one. Adore the beat in it.
- Through the Kaleidoscope. Slightly psychedelic, in piano. Pure love.

Name 3 favourite persons in life
- Mom
- Dad
- Sis. Waddaya expect?

Name 3 places you go on a daily basis
- Bedroom.
- Toilet.
- Living room. Not really in that order.

Name 3 things you like to do
- Scribble rubbish on any scribble-able surface.
- Game. LAN, online, or solo. Anything goes.
- Write random, stupid or pointless stuff in Mircosoft Word.

Name 3 person of the opposite sex that you hold hands before
- Mom. Duh.
- Sis. Not willingly, both parties.
- The last one's a secret. Or, to be exact, I forgot.

Name three favourite fruits
- Longans.
- Peaches.
- Baked Rice.

Name 3 things you are addicted to
- EMPEATREE. Burn the batteries.
- Computer, 'pecially MacroFlash and MSN.
- Doodling stuff. On worksheets. Learn to ph34r.

Name 3 favourite hobbies
- Gaming.
- Sleeping.
- Scribbling. Yea, I'm lazy.

Name 3 career choices
- Janitor
- Professional Bull-shiter.
- Taxi Driver.

Name 3 goals in 2006
- Get CS Source.
- Pass Chinese.
- Secret. 8D

Name 3 plans for tomorrow
- Survive Math.
- Survive Chinese.
- CATCH UP ON SLEEP YO!

Name 3 things that scare you
- Result slips.
- Huge, jutting shoulderblades.
- Math and Chinese.

Name 3 of your essential needs
- Computer. We have a symbiotic relationship.
- Handphone.
- Friends. Duh. FInd me a person who doesn't.

Name three things you are wearing right now
- White shirt.
- White pants.
- Glasses.

Name 3 unforgettable events still in your mind
- Flaring up for the first time this year. xD
- Drinking Irish coffee.
- Curtain call from Army Daze.

Name 3 of your fav bands or musical artistes
- The Click Five.
- Enya. Curse my sis for this.
- Steven Cravis.

Name 3 things essential in relationship
- Love.
- Peace.
- Justice. Eheh.

Name 3 things you want to do before you leave this world
- Get a soulmate.
- Get a job.
- Get a life.

Name 3 wines
- SAKAE!1111oneoneone2!
- Choya. =)
- Swine. You know. Pigs.

Been trap in lift? - Yep. Contemplating jumping out through the glass.

Lied to the person you love most? - Uh-huh.

Bluff a person you dont like/love him when you do? - Yea, sure did.

Violated the law? - School rules. xD

Been in jail? - Nope.

Trapped in a room with only a opposite sex around? - Yea, sis.

Love someone with your whole heart? - HOLY SHIT! So that rapidly beating thing was my heart.

Name 3 people to do this quiz:
- Kenneth
- Nicholas
- Zhicong.
And anyone who wants to do it.

I really, really need to stop posting inane rubbish.

At 5,000 feet

2006-08-12T12:23:00.000+08:00

I'm high. Very, very high.

CAP Mentorship. It's the mentorship. Kinda weird, when I opened the e-mail. The usual things I find in my inbox are either chain letters or advertisements. Then suddenly.

"Creative Arts Programme Mentorship Attach..."

Heartbeat rate jumps up by a few times.

"Congratulations"

Brief shout.

"You have been selected..."

Blood rises to head.

"mentorship attachment..."

Cue energy rush and inane hype.

That was about 30 minutes ago. Looking back, I'm surprised I survived it. Or my parents survived it, for that matter.

And, to lengthen this post. Stolen from Kenneth we have...

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Lewd Behavior. Like woa. Most be higher than this to do that.
Small Grimace. That I can see my self doing.
Legion. Eheheh?

I swear sincerely that my next post will make some sort of sense, and not come out as haywire gibberish.

Out in the field

2006-08-08T21:55:00.000+08:00

Another class outing took place. 13 people, an exact half, on a mission to infiltrate - and turn upside-down Orchard Cineleisure. All in various states of dishevelledness.

The first stretch
Objective: Regroup
Knowing that you'll miss a bus is a painful thing. Missing a bus is even more agonizing. My feet hurt from being twisted 90 degrees sideways in mid-sprint. Now guess who missed a bus. Made it to the station on time, though, grabbing a train downtown. Here something funny took place - about 30mins into the ride.

*spots a guy seemingly trying to do pull-ups on a support ring.*
"Familiar."
*Pause* *Double-take*
"Holy shit."
*Walks over*
"Oi, GYX. You take this train too?"

Quite amusing how we both got on at Clementi, yet never realised the existence of the other. I blame it on Jason Mrez and those awfully addictive songs of his I had on.

Back on topic. We reached Raffle's Place rather quickly, and got off to switch the line. Then got to Somersat, meeting up with the rest and heading off - not before taking various images of interesting urban geography and man-made perspective.

"JJ, stand there."
*Snap*
"Wow, you're right. His head looks like it's in BH's armpit."

The second stretch
Objective: Hit and Run
More like hit the road, and run to Orchard Cineleisure. The journey there wasn't too eventful, apart from bad jokes and rude comments. What happened after that was the highlight. Upon entering the complex, we realised we were late. Quite a discovery. Led to our running into a lift, out at the wrong floor, followed by a mad dash up two escalators and through many crowd - scaring the heavens out of them. On the bright side, we made it in time. Entering the cinema proved this.

The third stretch
Objective: Off-time
The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift's a movie about cars, donkey kong, drifting, the yakuza, metal balls, Han, petroleum, whores and rather pitiful people who drive vehicles that go past 197km/h. You should be able to tell why we liked it. But to prevent any chance of shrill, angry shouting, I'll disclose no more. Can't tell you guy's that the main character owns the main antagonist's butt off.

Then again, it always happens.

The fourth stretch
Objective: Supply Delivery
From our hands to our mouths, that is. Lunch, Burger King, costly fries. And a rather embarassing event. Started after a friend tried catching fries in his mouth.

"YYY, your turn"
"'kay."
*Flicks frie up*
*Thuck sound from ceiling as impact is made*
*Lands on somebody's-*
"Oh. Fish."

Lesson learnt, apply minimal force on light object.

The fifth stretch
Objective: Search and Destroy
Enemy characters on screen. Another LAN match. CS, as usual. Teams were balanced, this time, with the experts and utter losers on each side. I belong to the latter. Guess it's time to expound the joys of insanity.

"Take the back door."
*Scopes in to head level, waits.*
*Pause.*
"Is there anyone even near this area?"
*Pause.*
*Loooong Pause.*
*Counter-Terrorist win.*
"Oh, joy. I haven't moved."

*Nicholas has injured a teammate.*
*Nicholas has injured a teammate.*
*Nicholas has injured a teammate.*
*YYY has killed a teammate.*
*Nicholas has injured a teammate.*
*The bomb has been dropped.*
"I'm quiting this terrorist team."

"Three of you take site A, another two follow me to B"
*Everyone scatters and gets lost.*

"So how do you do that, anyway?"
"Hold down Z and 4."
"Got it"
*Follow me.*
*Follow me.*
*Follow me.*
*Follow me.*
*Follow me.*
*Follow me.*
"Shut up."

"Stop camping!"
"'kay."
*YYY has killed a hostage.*
*JK has injured a teammate.*
*Julian (Suicide).*
"Camp. Please. I beg you."

"Door closed, campers."
*Pause.*
"You first."

"Hey look! I'm drifting!"

*Game will start in: 5*
*Game will start in: 4*
*Game will start in: 3*
*Game will start in: 2*
*Game will start in: 1*
*Game start.*
*YYY has killed/headshot GYX.*
"What the hell was that for?!"
"Er, bored."

*The bomb has been set.*
"Bombsite A! Defuse it!"
*Half the CT team gets lost.*

Needless to say, we had a smashing good time .

Mission, complete.

That feeling.

2006-08-03T00:32:00.000+08:00

You know. Your heart beats abnormally fast, you can't focus and you feel all warm and fuzzy.

I think it's heartburn.

4 days since Army Daze was over. Still suffering from Post Production Depression, PPD. Which sounds like papadum, that tastes good with mint chutney, but I'm going off-topic, and abusing my comma key, so I'll try to concentrate, and type something that makes marginal sense.

The desktop managed to die on me, wiping the hardrive in the process of recovery. There goes all my stuff. I hoard music and images - about 20GB worth of them down the drain. It's a pity this laptop has not much space, 27GB. Not bad for a 3-year-old model, though. Workable, and it's quite a beautiful little bugger, too. And I've burnt up 25GB already. All the media I transfered over.

Anyway.

You Are An ENFP

The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!

You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.

What's Your Personality Type?

"deeply committed to your friends." - Commited to pranking them, yes.
"irreverant" - Randoming about is fun. Face it.
"someone has hidden motives" - I tend to be the guy with hidden motives.
"colorful language" - If you count "organism", "Ackzdeh", "Holy shit" and profanities to be colourful.
"quite the storyteller" - I always knew I was good at expounding falsehoods!
"excellent entrepreneur" - Maybe something like the world's first waterproof sponge.

Stolen from JK's blog, for the heck of it. I'm bored, I've a script to edit, a script to write and two pieces of math work undone. God knows what time I'll sleep. For now, I shall entertain myself by pressing the comma key repeatedly.

,,,,,,,,,,,

Oh, joy.

When the lights dim,

2006-07-29T23:55:00.000+08:00

I'll miss the daze.

xD Funny how you can get so sentimental over one production ending. But I feel kinda down, now. Very, actually. There's a lot of stuff I'll never forget.

Buying food for the actors.
That's one thing I'll think of whenever I hit the poolside. The simpe joy in running like heck down the stairs, through the carpark, into the poolside, to the vending machine/stall, back down the stairs, up the stairs, back to the DC. The actual hard part was remembering the orders. Twix, Mars, Milo, Crunch, Green Tea, 100 Plus, the works.

Taking the wrong bus to rehearsals.
It's weird that you can miss forgeting which bus to get on, then calling people up to check, and running back and forth between busstops. Could explain why I lost 4kg.

Talking with the actors.
Fun, enjoyable, etcetc. Sometimes prodction-related, sometimes idle chat. Usually during dinnertime. Poolside, to tables, to craptalk. Everything from which drinks contain huge food colouring to elephants and eyeballs. Also the occasion ngeowing of other club members.

Before and after rehearsal time fumbling.
The general chaos and pandemonium of running around to get stuff, look for stuff, keep up stuff and do various other stuff. It's heartwarming, thinking of the various chores and things you tend to hate and complain about in the past. It's the interaction.

Rehearsal time.
The joy, the laughter, the occasional boredom and the overall enjoyment. I'll miss these the most, sitting right smack in the centre block laughing my butt off, running to the controls room to converse with Lights and Sounds, and taking hurried notes in the dim light of a handphone. I'll treasure my battered script with the various scribblings, wordings and letters I still can't decipher.

The production nights.
The worried, nervous quaking at every scene which usually has a problem during rehearsal. The relief after every one of those are over. The rush of excitement at the sight of the crowds. The rush of pain as one's foot is stepped on by the afore-mentioned. The intense joy when the curtain call takes place, and the hugging, hand-shaking and photo-taking amongst the crew when it's over. The thrill when guests and friends pile on-stage for congrats. And the hype when everyone moves off to celebrate at KAP, both overjoyed and very, very depressed.

Momentos.
I've these stuff of the production. A booklet, stolen from under a chair. My script, badly, badly out of shape. Only goes up to page 53, the other pages are scattered around my bag and desk. A garter from Eli, as a keepsake of the play as a whole. The guestbook, with the wonderful comments and stuff that I'll scan for the egroups. Pictures and videos from my handphone and those that will be uploaded by others from theirs phone, cameras and camcorders.

I want to thank all the actors and crew, all the guest stars, all the people who came down to support us. I'll have fond memories of everything that has transpired.

The 4 letter L word.

2006-07-19T21:35:00.000+08:00

Lead. That's what my head feels like, at any rate.

Drama rehearsals stepped up, hopefully I'll be able to live through this week. On the bright side, the other director's back from China, meaning I get to spend more time hanging around the control room, slacking, occasionally taking notes. And trying to see what the sound ICs are doing with their laptop - the very thing I suspect accounts for the occasional blooper.

*cue dramatic music for scene*
*brief pause*
*snoring track starts to play over speakers*
"SOUNDS! What are you doing?"

Small stuff like this oughta be recorded and compiled into a video.

Went down to support HCI Judo today, costing me my throat. Counciller, yes, top-notch towncrier, no. Shouting out chants and cheers to lead the student population is not my forte. Neither is staying awake during prize-giving ceremonies. Lead-headedness is a dangerous thing indeed. The event was good though, nice atmosphere, spirit and 3 ticket buyers. We're rooting for our principal to give us a half day tomorrow. Or I'll end up sleeping at all those odd times again. It's mighty embarassing to fall off a bus seat sideways and narrowly miss kissing the floor.

At 6.30 peak hour.

And at 10.00 bleak hour, I shall return to cramming for math.

Lead's coming back.

For the love of LAN.

2006-07-17T23:05:00.000+08:00

Now I see why people find LAN so addictive. It's basically one highwire experience which appears to be rather cheap. And with a good atmosphere, too.

On to what actually happened.

On Sunday, bunch of us went down to Plaza Sing to get stuff from Carrefour. That took about 30minutes of searching, comparing and poking fun at the goods. And a few of the people. Besides the point, anyway, we later migrated to Orchard Cineleisure for LANing. 6 students, of which 3 have never LANed before. I being one of them.

It latered turned out that the same 3 never had proper practice with CS, too, resulting in a lot of rather inane rubbish going on.

3 bucks per hour, we got our coms, and the 3 of us started our ordeal.

The first Ordeal
Trial by Login
As new-comers to LAN, we didn't know how to login.
*Click* "It's not responding." "..."
"Er?" "Press Enter."
*Pause* "Oh! Which server?"
"That one there, enter the password."
"Oh, okay." *pause*
"What's the password, anyway?"

We made it to the first screen.

The second Ordeal
Trail by Game mechanics
CS was unknown territory for us. In quite a literal sense.

"Follow me." *no reply*
*jk has injured a friend*
"Eh?"
*kevin (Insert suicide symbol)*
"Ah."
*Bing has killed/headshot Heh*
The Terrorist team dropped to 1 remaining player.
*Counter-Terrorist Win.*

*Heh has killed Guai*
*Heh has killed/headshot Ny*
*Heh has killed a hostage*
"Somebody tell him that you don't use sniper rifles close range."

"I'm moving in, back door."
"Wait, don't, there're thr-"
*kevin has killed/headshot Nicholas*
"-ee bloody campers"

"How do I reload?"

"Is that a hostage?"
"Yea."
*Heh has killed a hostage*
"What the."

"Campers waiting - throw a HE grenade in first."
*Bing: Fire in the hole!*
At that point the door closed.
"Oh shit."
*Bing has killed a friend*
*Bing (Insert suicide symbol)*

We survived long enough to grasp what was going on.

The third Ordeal
Trial by Camping
As newbs, bluntly put, we didn't know the skills of close-range firefighting. So we camped. Translated, we found a good spot, and watched out for people coming, and turned on our sniper scopes. Headshot-heaven.

"I think there's somebody coming in."
"Where from?"
"Which entrance?"
"From th-"
*Bing has killed kevin*
*Bing has killed/headshot jk*
*Bing has killed Heh*
"-e back, I guess."

"I've the back door covered."
"Side entrance covered."
"Other side entrance covered."
*Guai has killed kevin*
*Bing has killed/headshot Heh*
*Guai has killed jk*
We realised the front entrance was unguarded.

Funny enough, we won in terms of overall score. No matter how good a CT team you have, a group of campers flooding around can't really be beaten too much.

And I admit I now have a burning desire to get my hands on a good copy of CS.

Collapse

2006-07-04T23:12:00.000+08:00

Onto a sofa. Drama rehearsal kinda ended at 9.30 today. As a shameless advert -

Play: Army Daze (PUN. Huzzah.)
Date: 28th July (1st Night), 29th July (2nd Night)
Time: 7.30pm
Place: Hwachong Institution, Drama Centre
Costs: $10 per ticket, 20% discount if you're buying in bulk (10 or more)

As one of the two directors, I just wanna say that you can book tickets from me, just drop an e-mail, or tagboard it. Buying in bulk is good. (: Very good. Features styrofoam palm trees, an Indian Chuting, various spoofs, the abuse of English, the abuse of Singlish and Corporal Ong.

Oh. I have two complementory tickets to give for every 10 I manage to sell. Anyone up?

Hi, I'm a suspicious person.

2006-06-29T00:09:00.000+08:00

Caught sight of a person being spot-checked at an MRT station, today. Brought back memories of a rather embarassing situation about four months ago.

Basically, I was on the way to the library, carrying an empty bag. Which I hoped to fill with books I'll end up chucking aside and paying fines for. Anyway, I entered the station - And promptly got stopped.

"You, come here." *motion that looks similar to a rude gesture*
"?" *pause, walks over*

She then asked me to open my bag. I complied, though rather bemused.

"What's this?" *spots lump in bag*

I realised that it is important to remove empty wrappers from your bag.

"It's a...wrapper." I have to throw this away when I get home. "Muesli Bar."
"Ahhhhhh?" *eyeballs me*

I swear, add fins and a tank, you get a goldfish.

"And what's that?" *spots another bulge*
"A fold in the cloth" *shakes bag* "See?"
"Hmph. Why are you carrying an empty bag?"
"Library, to borrow books. The bag's to hold them."

Awkward pause while she reasoned the logic behind it.

"Do you have anything else in the bag?"
"No, it's empty."
"Sure?" *grabs my bag*

I could only watch in horror as she shook it like a polaroid picture.

"Okay, you can go." *steps back*

She was still watching me as I made my getaway via escalator. I'm not criticizing the stern style of checks - in fact, it's quite good. But it's still amusing.

I'd better get back to work and wrap up early. It'll be more amusing if a director falls asleep during rehearsal. I'll put up the ticket prices, timings, discounts and various other shameless drama adverts another day.

Ten Top Trivia about.

2006-06-28T16:05:00.000+08:00

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Young Yi Yong!

About 100 people choke to death on Young Yi Yong each year.
Apples are covered with a thin layer of Young Yi Yong.
Young Yi Yong cannot be detected by infrared cameras.
Young Yi Yong is physically incapable of sticking his tongue out!
The fingerprints of Young Yi Yong are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene!
Britain's Millennium Dome is more than double the size of Young Yi Yong.
Young Yi Yong can turn his stomach inside out.
If you break Young Yi Yong, you will get seven years of bad luck.
It's bad luck to whistle near Young Yi Yong!
According to the story, Pinocchio was made of Young Yi Yong!

Yes, spread the love for this site around your blogs! Filched from www.rustandrottendust.blogspot.com, Kenneth under links.

About 100 people choke to death on Young Yi Yong each year.
Coming to the question of why they would eat me, anyway.

The fingerprints of Young Yi Yong are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene!
Woa, I've always pondered over the notion of not being human.

Young Yi Yong can turn his stomach inside out.
Holy shit.

I swear the next post would at least make marginal sense.

Ace of Spades

2006-06-27T16:40:00.000+08:00

And other various tools. Quite many gardeners around my area - they dig a lot, reminding me of a story I heard.

A man and his dead friend were washed up onto 'shores' of Alaska after a shipwreck. The survivor sought to rest his companion at peace, and thus buried him in the snow - setting his mind at ease for the rest of the day. At night, he slept, but subconsciously desired company to curb the loneliness. As a result of his sleepwalking-habits, he dug the friend up and set the body down next to where he slept - Waking up the next day with no memory of the 'excavation' whatsoever, and with a corpse he had buried next to him. The man was obviously freaked, and re-graved the body. Again, he was ease. That night, the same thing happened, and the next day, he would panic and bring the corpse to a new area to be buried. The temperatures preserved the body to near perfection, thus every day the already worn out, starving man would see his friend next to him. In the end, he snapped. A later expedition found a pair of corpses lying near each other, one of which had commited suicide, and the area riddled with many, many holes.

Whether true or false, it's a rather interesting story, eh?

But back on topic. About the gardeners. They squat, in those hats that resemble parcels of cloth, under the scorching midday sun, straining their backs and necks to dig up a plant and then put it back in roughly the same spot - Frankly, I do not get it. But still, the idea still appears appealing, somehow. It's funny, how the notion of nurturing little green clusters that eat your money can attract and obligate a person to suffer in the eternal damnation of self-imposed responsibility. To shear, prune, water and shower love onto a chartreuse lump sounds rather depressing a hobby.

But it still seems attractive a prospect.

Everytime I watch people tend to the plants outside, I just can't help but stare. To move a potted plant back and forth within a space of about 1m's worth of radius can only seem to mean two things - a) You really care about the positioning, or b) You have short term memory. And repeatedly cutting bits of the said plant off paints a rather sinister image. But still, looks interesting. To nurture life, to grow and raise, to carry out all those other cliche terms - what delusional bliss!

Then again, as humans, we tend to like delusional bliss.

Utsu, a haiku poet, wrote the following jisei(death poem)
Ki no moto no
koyashi tomo nare
hana no nushi
The owner of the cherry blossoms
turns to composts
for the trees

Oh well.

The right to write

2006-06-25T17:37:00.000+08:00

Intellect's a funny little bugger.

Humanity never ceases to amaze itself, especially after the above was refined. A new breed was established, called "artists" by some and "fools" by others. They created a caste system, under the cleverly sculpted name of "school", to sort the people into various levels. Then they brought in currency, which fired the starting gun in the rat race and gave people the chance to say they had the root of all evil in their pockets. Government then came in, along with law, justice, peace, love and bountiful harvests. Leaving people to wonder how everything started.

Words play great roles in expression. I'll try to sound philosophical, the keyword being 'try'.

As human beings, we have what we deem as sentience. Emotional thought and feeling stem from it, influencing our behavior. A man is like a bottle filling with water. When it gets to full, the water must be tipped out, or come winter, everything breaks down. The person simply shatters. Writing is one way to pour out the water. We write because we feel like it, to vent out how we think, how we respond. We reflect on our writing, and enjoy doing so. Some write for fun, for personal reasons, others write to share, to let others hear their voice. Some of the reminding write to govern. Humanity has an inbuilt weakness in the kneecaps - our legs buckle at the sight of authority; even better, if that person says something which we think is true. There are two types of those words: Those that lie, and those that don't. Sometimes, the words are false, and the person abuses the language. Sometimes, the words are true, and the person works with the language. The words create their own form of justice and truth, depending on the person and the words.

When we write, we never have a fixed guide or template. People tend to ask, "How do you write?", variations including "omg how u write 11!!?" or "write how", amongst others. The following guide is compiled for your viewing pleasure.

Step one -
acquire an Ink Storage and Manipulation Device. Open its Protective Cover.
Step two -
Align tip of ISMD to about 50 degrees off the paper. Press tip against the surface.
Step three -
Drag the tip across paper to form: a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p, q, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y or z. (For other languages, search the internet)
Step four -
Rinse, lather and repeat.

Why people do not ask about how to get ideas and themes to write, I do not know. Ideas themselves work best if stemmed from the person. Ideas usually have some form of inspiration, taken from current or past experience - The stronger the emotion present, the clearer the idea formed. Translating the mental picture in words, however, is where the difficulty lies. Many a time, we find that our idea has been altered, or mangled into literary mess.

Then comes the expressing of this writing. There is always one major barrier hidering us, as humans - our morality. Which brings to mind the question - What the heck is morality in the first place? Hard to answer. Good and evil is a system designed by humanity, working for humanity. The system of justice is naturally biased towards us. Does the law care for the chicken and sheep one slaughters for the plate? Some argue that we feed them, so they feed us. But it's still life at sake. Does the imperial judge bat an eyelid when thousands of a species are altered for experimentation? Probably not, if they don't violate any international law. A vicious cycle, considerring who made international law. Justice is a tool of humanity, to create peace in our realm, irregardless of the impacts. Of course, times have changed, and more people have realised this fact. Still, there exists countless of people who still function in the system of old law, a type of law which is not exactly very lawful - in terms of nature.

So we come to good and evil, the two ends in justice. Again, who defines them? Us. Humans are always the good, an animal's always the evil, unless situations are too hard to overlook. For example, we spot a headline - BEAR MAULS MAN - and we instantly conclude the bear is a babaric creature doomed to suffer in the fiery depths of hell. We never inquire: Did the man provoke the bear? Like, stick a rod in it's eye, or something. Maybe he chained the bear up are piercing it's hide with tranquilizer darts? We don't see that side. We just see the vile bear, the flip over to read the next page.

Our society functions in a way similar to that of the bear and the man. We go along with the herd, and that which violates the herd is evil. If a person airs his views, his differing views, we remove him from the herd for being 'bad'. But who defines the bad? Us. Essays and articles have many a time been killed off by such a happening. Take the cultural revolution, the incident involving book burning. The books contained knowledge, which would create problems, and potentially go against, the communists. The books were thus destroyed. Now look at our curent society - similar occurances. People enjoy, love and relish in forcing their views on others, making sure that everyone thinks the same way. If any form of expression, let alone writing is not part of their thoughts, it is false, horrible, a abdomination, amongst other things.

Society should not inhibit expression. Being politically correct is one of the main ideas in the new century. Of course, I'm not pushing for a rebellion, or for everyone to be anti-everyone else. Still, expression is important to people, and we should air our views to learn, and to gather information. An idea bottled up and not refined will either rot and degrade, or merely be forgotten.

I'll stop here for now. This, itself, is an example of a literary mess.

And I'm back. Again.

2006-06-25T16:49:00.000+08:00

Well, Ackzdeh, I said I wouldn't blog, but here's the 4th try to sustain one. Post-CAP Euphoria and Despression does this to people. Technically, I oughta be working on a math assignment, but to heck with that for now. Fingers itch.

I've no idea what I'm typing. Will come up with a substancial post after getting the usual stuff like skins, tagboards and possibly music.