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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

let's dance to joy division

let's raise our glasses this new year's and celebrate the irony. the world is falling apart and we're just so happy.

the new year symbolises a fresh start, a new hope, a beginning of a new era and a change of season. aaaaah who're we kidding? that odd cousin or 2 in the oven is never going away. for me the new year means slogging away towards... more academia. whoopee. crack the chanpagne open. there is no relieve for me and this statement is made ever so much more despicable by homework... to make matters so much more horrid, i've yet to find out what they are yet. and i have to finish great expectations in a little over a week. there are 442 pages and penguin publishes with termite-sized fonts. you do the math.

well this happens every year, and every year ends the same way. i don't hand it in. ever. the year ends and the cylcle repeats. this year's going to be different, im going to do all the crap and then some... as soon as i get around to finding out what it is that i have to be doing. i realise ive brought this apocalypse upon myself and im in the middle of finding out how im going to get myself out. splendid.

i have this foreboding feeling that when school reopens, i'll be the only nutter who has absolutely no fucking clue as to what goes on in school. its going to be last june all over again. you come back to school, feeling quite happy to be amongst friends again, only to find out an alien abduction has taken place. everybody's body's been snatched by an alien form that thrives on mugging. im not comepletely screwed though, ive been waiting for my hidden genius to be finally unlocked after all these years... anytime now... still waiting...

well its like ive dug out my own grave, laid down in it and im waiting for someone to come along and bury me. most times, i have no idea what's going on in chemistry. im a blur cock. i sit there and i try to follow, but somewhere between "good morning class" and "that's it for today", i conk out to the blows of chemistry jargon. 2009 is going to see the drastic improvement of my chemistry... somehow... eat my dust 2008 chemistry coz 2009 chemistry going to whoop your puny butt.

is it so wrong of me to secretly hope that everybody else sucks at chem as much as me (well ive faced the fact that no way can you suck more than me)?? i'll make apologies when i don't suck so bad...

tomorrow: econs essays
thursday-saturday: chem holiday revision package
sunday-wednesday: organic chem revision for MSA
thursday-saturday: market structure+market failure revision for MSA
monday: meeting with death and all his friends. i can be sure that i'll be knackered all day.

i haven't got time for gp homework. it was useless anyway. lit will sort itself out. somehow. its only reading anyway... could do it on the bus... on the toilet... during meals... ah fuck it! great expections, the movie! here i come!

Friday, December 26, 2008

new born

holiday greetings to all and to all a holiday greeting.

the week was quite good. it was QUIET and peaceful and refreshing. mainly because my sister wasn't around. and now that she's back, i feel the need to crawl back into my hole and hold out til school starts again. sigh... spent christmas eve and christmas watching the muse dvd amoeba lent me. dearly appreciated, thank you love. aside from that, a few old friends called me up and we talked excessively through the night. i missed that. sigh...

i think im suffering from a mild case of bipolar disorder. i was so happy the past few days and now im suddenly falling into a sinking pit of disappointment and depression. like an animal sedated and resigned to its fate of being lunch. its a little disturbing the way i can spiral from happy delirium to sinking depression with no absolute cause at all. maybe there is one, but i can't see it. or maybe its because once you've felt happy, there's nothing else to feel but dissappointment. well, what can i say? that'll teach me to feel happy.

depression + boredom is a bit like mixing drinks, you start doing and thinking craxy things... sigh.......

here's a list of what i'd like to accomplish in the coming year. sort of like a new year's resolution, only im not going to call it that because...well because its lame. i really don't ask for much:

1. A levels: ABB/AAB/AAA would be nice

2. concentrate on studying for A levels. actually do my tutorials instead of copying them off friend/not doing them at all. there's a stack of work from last year untouched and will probably continue being virgins until i use them to wipe up my air con's pee.

3. be fitter (not necessarily lighter though it would be nice): run 2.4km under 15 minutes. also im going to totally own that demonic standing broad jump mat that seems to have it in for me

4. have a crush on a guy and/or many guys. not asking for much there... 4 years of attending a girls' school. tut tut.

5. be nicer to my schoolmates: this would entail NOT a) ragging on them (so much), b) picturing myself gunning each and every one of them down under the brains pop and the juice sprays out of their ears, c) bitching about how plasticky and deluded about the world they are and d) disassociating myself from school events. if all goes well, i may make an effort to be friends with some and actually smile at them.

6. be nicer to ALL classmates: this would entail a) less bitching, b) more smiling, c) participating in "class" events and gathering, d) being involved urgh... can't wait... and e) less ipod

7. get subscription to the prospect, renew subsciptiong to broader perspective.

8. read news from bbc website everyday instead of 2/3 times a week. expand knowledge on important world issues (so that i can act like i give a shit): theology, scientific advancements, psychology, philosophy, politics, society etc. oh and i have to brush up on my economics knowledge which is currently at zilch.

9. make leaps and bounds of improvements on chem and econs

10. never get an U or an S

11. make new friends, get in touch with old friends, become better friends with current friends (i know, sounds like im five)

12. save enough money to finally get that SLR. strangely enough, it seems to be more and more unattainable.

13. go on a proper holiday. one that involves a plane ride and air plane food and mini godiva chocolates and cheap wine.

14. go clubbing. visit novelty bars and pubs.

15. find yummy food and desserts with beta and mm.

16. remember friends' birthdays. hey this isn't easy for me...

17. improve interpersonal skills aka. not take the piss out of everyone.

18. be civil to my mum. be family-oriented. not be antagonistic to y.sister thereby improving our relationship. maintain relationship with o.sister.

19. buy new comfotable clothes. shoes.

20. be more sociable and less of a anti-social mopey nerd.

21. less cynicism, less sarcasm, less radicalism. though ive never been dogmatic, i do need to be more pragmatic.

22. find hairstyle that suits me. heh.

23. find new bands to listen to. i have some in mind. hone appreciation towards jazz.

24. don't pontang school so often. more inmportantly, drag yourself down to school even on half days pertaining to major holidays.

25. do not be racist. even to construction workers, oily indians, orientals. ecpecially to orientals. oh you know how they get.

26. do not express atheist views (on a regular basis). do not rag on religion.

27. do not harbour hopes of taking over the world.

28. think of university courses suitable for lazy people who want to make big bucks.

29. learn driving. pass manual driving test on first try.

30. do not say what i think without tact. be less frank and straightforward.

if i think of more, i'll add them. some of these things i would like done before june. honestly, if i manage to get all these things done, i'll be soooooooo tired and bored with myself. and not to mention, plain.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

and it rained all night

And it rained all night and washed the filth away
Down New York airconditioned drains
The click click clack of the heavy black trains
A million engines in neutral

The tick tock tick of a ticking timebomb
Fifty feet of concrete underground
One little leak becomes a lake
Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
So I give in to the rhythm
The click click clack
I'm too wasted to fight back
Tick tack goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock

And it rained all night and then all day
The drops were the size of your hands and face
The worms come out to see what's up
We pull the cars up from the river

It's relentless
Invisible
Indefatigable
Indisputable
Undeniable

have a rainy christmas eve/day everyone!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

irish blood, english heart

ok cyber stalkers!! here's a quickie for you starved vultures...

i love love love morrissey!!! he is GOD!! i know i know, im doing that creepy "i-wanna-be-his-pubes-so-that-i-can-at-least-be-near-his-cock" fangirl thing, BUT if only you'd listen to him... you'd melt like wax to a flame. anyone looking for something to listen to this christmas season, MORRISSEY baby... his songs can only be described as "upbeat" rhythm with socialist lyrics. i think there's a best of album somewhere in the works for you to sample this season. aside from being God, he was also the lead singer/front man of the now defunct 80s band, the smiths. if you're a fan of the smiths, you'll fuck yourself inside out over morrissey. check it out guys.

it's really about the music, i swear. oh alright, it's a little bit about the hair too...

also, it seems oprah has been operating a church for over a year now and people hate her. even her once screaming legions of black woman are condemning her to hell. all over some church?! well really, now that's crazy. it seems the church of oprah is for everybody, including non-christians. well we can see why people are going to have a problem with this: a church that includes everybody?! off with her head!

her church apparently advocates the idea that there is more than one way (through the acceptance of christ) of going to heaven. it seems oprah thinks that as long as you're a good person, you can ascend up to the highly ambiguous disco club called heaven. WHAT?! something that actually makes sense?? a christian who isn't delusing herself??? that's it... i've had enough of her shinanigans! i'm personally going to behead her and take her down to hell myself...

in other news, lindsay lohan is "officially" (whatever that means) dating DJ samantha ronson (mark ronson's sister). people have been giving her shit about this and grinding her ears of about her sexuality. is she a lesbian? is she straight? is she bisexual? oh dear dear, when will people ever learn to drop these superficial labellings?! really winds me up... come on guys, she's SLUTTY... sheesh, get it right...

bitch and butch. aaaw...

thailand has a new boytoy. whoops! i meant to say PM. replacing thaksin is abhisit vejjajiva (i made it a point to know how to spell his name. one of the many things to do under the influence of some festive weed). it's too bad for thailand though. now that they've replaced thaksin with a 500 times more boring guy, they're never going to get on the news in this lifetime. well, that's what you get when deter from 'american democracy' and play "clean politics". on the bright side, abhisit does have a kind of cute, baby face. oh yeah... AND he actually has a brain.

the aunty killer

britain's favourite spice, sticktoria beckham, has banned her husband from being interviewed by uber hot italian TV presenter who's known to dress with...shall we say... a certain disregard for the cold, in milan. the initial hour long interview was shortened to a humble 15 minutes after miss spice was done sinking her claws into her husbands "golden balls". oh vicky, you can keep becky all to yourself and maybe he'd eventually find out that he could do MUCH better than a washed up pop singer who resembles a stick insect and names herself after condiments and adjectives. speaking of which, wasn't there a spice girl reunion that was supposed to happen? guess not...

golden balls and sticktoria

twilight just opened in singapore and im sure millions of little girls and gay boys are going down to catch the flick. have fun watching your little vampire show for morons and pussies! im sure you'll enjoy the mind numbing story line, horrible acting by b-list actors and legions of 90210 extras. oh not to mention your typical everyday "girl likes boy, boy likes girl, boy is painfully unattainable due to some lame-ass reason (cancer, being dead, syphilitic genitals etc.), eventually boy and girl yield to temptation and decide to be together due to a sudden glich in the clause and/or because its a fictional book with absolutely no plausibility or realism at all and/or because its christmas(!)" storyline. yaaaaaawn...

lady and the vamp (and his mum. and his homies.)

and that's your journey through pop culture.

Monday, December 15, 2008

brothers and sisters

my younger sister's getting pretty mean and im battling my many urges to whoop her ass back into wherever she came from. grr. she's all hostile and hormonal and shit. man...

on day im going to stop being all buddha-like and pop! that'll show her that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. that's the day im going to bust out my dusty machine gun and nunchucks out from under my bed. grr... kill kill kill...

oh don't worry about my mental status though... i'll be rid of her soon...

on a less demonic note, i think i have a thing for men with political power. first obama and now for the new thai PM. come on, quite cute what... am i right or am i right?

Monday, December 8, 2008

the queen is dead

there are many a times when we are counseled by others. it seems strange when they pass judgment without accurate knowledge of your own circumstance. mortification, fueled by pride, guide us to shun counsel from others. after all, what would they know? no amount of age or experience can surmount to be equal to just one individual's incidence.

but one must consider first: is each encounter based solely upon such an incidence? isn't the foundation of an encounter a jigsaw made up of fragments of incidences? it is my guess that to solve any conflict, duality must be considered. and for that to happen, counsel must be heard, processed and assimilated. irregardless, its a great conundrum and paradox.

did you understand that? well, i did since i wrote it. but did you? my guess is: not one word. that's how pretentious, try to be smart, wannabe philosophical, just read twilight (had to add that in, the current raves over it has been pissing me off. in fact, i haven't been this pissed of since the introduction of zac efron to an army of nickelodean watching teeny boppers still attempting to ween off of their mummy's titties) people talk.

now sometimes... im not saying always... a certain group of people trying to divert our mindsets to believe in a certain something, talk like that as well. this is in order to give us poor wandering common idiots the illussion that they've got a massive brain and that they're right (all the time). and us poor common idiots, unaware of this tactic find ourselves lulled into subconsciously thinking that if we talk and act the way they do, believe in things they do... we'll be miraculously transformed into seemingly well-read pretentious aristocrats as well. so for regular common idiots like us, we need to be AWARE of it happening. okay children, guess who's going to help you dissociate from these pretentious morons today??? that's right... ME! you can take it as a GP lesson in life from me. now now, i promise im not a bonnet wearing, aunty clothes adorning, stick in the mud, prude tutor who's every word is like madonna's pussy (flaky and as dry as sandpaper).

some of you might have thought the 2 paragraphs to be SUPER DUPER CHIM. well, you'll have it bluntly pointed to you that, in fact, it is idiotically simple if not for clumsily thrown in absurdly unnecessary words. now, unfortunately for us cyber dwellers, we are forced to put up with some of our peers more emotive posts when they choose to share their pain, agony and teenage woes of not being able to be isabella [yesh yesh the one that snogs the heart throb vampire (and later gets impregnated by him. aha! spoiled it for you, have i? muahahahaha) even though they are separated by the apparently not so fine line between life and death in the book (now probably an undeservedly award winning movie *gasps for air*] with us through their indecipherable blog posts. i have kindly taken it upon myself to mock them and educate you instead, so shut up.

okay now let's take a look at the 2 paragraphs.

there are many a times when we are counseled by others.

the "a" there is of no point at all unless we're still stuck in victorian times or writing a jane austen parody or we're being PRICKS. "counseled" is also a word not used in everyday speech, let alone writing. advised would have meant the same but all the chimness will be drained out now, won't it?

"others": simply emo and VAGUE. for chrissakes, we're not directing a sodding M. night shyamalan movie. by not being specific, it gives the impression aloofness and other wordly, like you have insight on things the rest of us don't. not to mention, it also gives the impression that "oooh its just me against the world. nobody cares for me blah blah blah" you're damn right, nobody gives a flying fuck about you, you piece of pocket flint! get over it.

it seems strange when they pass judgment without accurate knowledge of your own circumstance. mortification, fueled by pride, guide us to shun counsel from others.

circumstance is a relatively long word but it isn't an altogether difficult word now issit? but when you read the whole sentence, it give the sentence a grandeur ending and weight the length of the sentence must be taken into consideration. the longer it is, the more out of breadth you are. less oxygen to the brain means you can't make sense of what it says aka. a possibly intelligent sentence. in reality the exact meaning of the sentence is: "i don't give a fuck what anybody else says so piss off."

the second sentence is just a waste of space: the simple use of 2 commas, 1 long word and a metaphor (or was it imagery). voila! we've got an intelligent sounding sentence. simple as that, anybody, even me, can do it. so when someone says to you anything resembling it, just go "HAH?" and piss the pants of them. heh.

but fact remains, no amount of age or experience can surmount to be equal to just one individual's incidence.

many a times we see people using the word "fact" to a) lengthen their sentence b) show that they know real life actual facts and c) convince people of their argument after seemingly using logic.

"fact" suggests that it is universally proven and that there is substantial evidence and research done for it to be absolutely true. it is this knowledge that intimidates us from questioning and contradicting this information lest it truly be a "fact".

exhibit B: fact remains that its a 'fear and conquer' technique used by many religious leaders and even on occasion hitler. here, i was merely stating a personal opinion, but see how i made everybody go 'ooooh', 'aaaaaah' and 'issit'? gonna think twice about using that around me huh? i swear i'll catch you on it and its going to be like in primary school when a bully pulled down your pants to show your unwashed yellowing briefs to everyone. HEH!

moving on: "surmount to" lengthens the sentence and makes you sound smarter by displaying the correct use of the term. not to mention its also ABSOLUTELY REDUNDANT, but what the hell? as long as you sound smart even though sentence means the same with our without it (im being ironic and sarcastic here).

"individual incidence" explains itself really: alliteration gives a ring to it, 'incidence' also rhymes with a lot of other smart words (countenance, providence, abbrevience etc. i'd like to add that none of these words' full meanings are known to me. especially countenance. maybe i'll look it up eh?) even though this word's meaning is simple and straightforward.

tired yet? here comes paragraph 2... why don't you go grab yourself a drink and consider this a page marker? coz that's what im going to do...

but one must consider first: is each encounter based solely upon such an incidence?

first off, i'd like to point out that i using "one" to address a general person makes you sound very posh, sooo very posh that its practically a joke that even posh spice will crease her botox injected face to laugh. no one actually uses it in this day and age without sounding like a pompous fruit tart OR like an infomercial for posh english breakfast tea/german-made cars.

one needs an imagination for this one. think stephen fry or gary oldman...

Exhibit B: one does not feel truly alive enough to start their morning without a fresh cup of premium cup of earl grey. mmm....
Exhibit C: one cannot feel truly adventurous without one's new VW Scirocco to start their trip to anywhere... in the world. volkwagen. das auto.

SEEEEEEEEEEEE... everything sounds so pish posh. just dropping "one" here and there totally makes the narrator seem like he's sitting there drinking earl grey in his new volkswagen decked out on persian carpet. urgh! really, who talks like that?? who exactly does "one" refer to? for fuck's sake! its either just YOU or ME... there's really no surprise there...

that brings me to "such an": really? you've gotta be fucking kidding me... there's nothing to refer to... you're talking about nothing, and then refering to nothing. couldn't you just simplify the whole thing and just tell me what you're talking about so that i can rightfully take the piss out of you for what you're moaning about instead of how you're moaning about it?

isn't the foundation of an encounter a jigsaw made up of fragments of incidences?

reiterating a question with the same question phrased in a different way, chock full of fancy mataphors. oldest trick in the book to get people to listen to the shit that comes out of you. not to mention the cheesy description, metaphors, symbols and imagery. "jigsaw made up of fragments" its so easy to call on this one, and yet it sounds soooo smart you can't. i could use the exact same trick and then maybe you'll learn to snap out of you awe...

Exhibit B: life is like a roll of toilet paper when you're having diarrhea. you just take and take and take, and can never give anything back.
Exhibit C: vaginas are like rambutans, there's hair on the outside and sweet juicy fruit on the inside.
Exhibit D: parents are like dildos, we use them when we need them, but hide them when our friends come over.

should i go on? metaphors, similies and all that other stuff leads to vagueness, makes no sense, can be applied to anything if tried hard enough and totally makes you sound ARTSY FARTSY AND INTELLIGENT. do not be fooled! any fucker with a sub zero IQ can get away with talking like a jackass. sigh... i feel like im taking the world upon my soldiers by trying to educate you guys...

it is my guess that to solve any conflict, duality must be considered. and for that to happen, counsel must be heard, processed and assimilated.

"guess": fools you into believing the person is being agreeable and endears you to them because they're 'uncertain' of their convictions. aaaaw a baby. how cute... it doesn't know what its saying... WAIT A MINUTE... duality "must be" considered, counsel "must be" heard? what is this sudden tone of absoluteness that i hear? did you see the trick to make you succumb to nonsense? didya? didya? and isn't "duality" another one of 'em fancy scmancy words for - both sides? almost had me there... almost believed you to be a sweet unassuming lass who just wanted to discuss... her views. and so now you know. hmph.

irregardless, its a great conundrum and paradox.

ask yourself this: what does irreguardless mean exactly? think... think... think... can't figure it out? give up? come on... just say it. for meeee? it means NOT A BLASTED THING. no, you have mistaken me... it means absolutely nothing. no no, let's try this again. IT'S NOT A REAL FUCKING WORD! arseholes such as yourself use it in order to kick start your sentence with a long word, or use it in place of regardless to sound just a wee bit more pompous that the rest of us. go on, wiki this if you want. i ain't fucking you.

"regardless" already means something isn't worth regard (that's why the "less" is there) so adding the "ir" to it means... it's worth regarding again? made up words that sound like the queen's english is the best way to sound like a smarty pants. let's face it, you have no idea what it means and neither does anyone else. what better way to shove your little smarty aleck ideas down other people's throats than by using words that...get this... even the dictionaries haven't documented. you must be soooooo exclusive and special... NOT! you've got your perfect crime against english speakers everywhere right there...

"conundrum", "paradox", "providence" wow really bringing out the big ones for this huh? you may think that people who finish with long words with complex meanings are just so darn intelligent, but really you know what they're doing? they're trying to remember what their point was and since they have to fucking clue so they just add on think fat layers of empty 'caloried' words with unjustified meanings in order to confound you. in order to muddle you up in the pretense that they're emphasising their convictions. its going to take you a good week at least to bring yourself (or not all) to google these words to find out that they don't mean what you think they meant (or what they led you to think they meant. wow! that's a conundrum!).

by the time you do get around to finding out its meaning, they may be half way to oxford, england with their heinous crime gone unpunished. and when they do come back with the fancy schmancy accent, you can't tell them off! you can't pick on them! they've come with their posh accent and say "trousers" instead of "pants" and "mobile" instead of "handphone"! might as well equip yourself with know-how of ways people try to sound smart right now eh? then you can catch them on it or at least arm yourself against what they're saying...

that said, im getting that feeling again... you know? that feeling you get after doing a community service by euthanising your granny? aaaaah... clearly i need to hit the sheets. one truly adds rubbish in one's speech when one is tired... toodles lads and lasses.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

we dance alone

don't do it. you know that thing you do at the end of every segment of your life? say goodbye to your friends, promising that you'll never forget them, how they'll always be there for you, how you'll meet up regularly and tell each other when you get boyfriends? well don't do it. screw it, im telling you its horseshit. its utterly perplexing why people do it.

all that hugging, that crying, that whining is bull. you'll get over it in an instant. and so will everybody else so don't bloody create a messy shin dig. accept the fact that it ends where it ends, you're never going to see 95% percent of these people again (voluntarily). you hug and weep and lie about how lonely its going to be not seeing their face everyday. let's face it, it really isn't all that lonely, is it? people move on with their lives almost immediately. that's how we're designed, that's how it works and that's how it should be... we hate faster than we love. we forget faster than we remember.

BUT AH! truth be told, you don't just simply thrust these acquaintances to the back of your minds. you prepare yourself to never meet them ever again and when you do meet them again by some divine encounter of absolute chance, you absolutely DREAD seeing these people again. admit it, you do... its thoroughly awkward and you'd much rather spend that time spent in awkward silence trapped in trench somewhere, counting the number of maggots that pass you by. and when you do talk to to them, awful AWFUL little memories of the past that's better left forgotten in your awkward teenhood comes up in inevitable small talk (we remeber my stand on small talk, don't we?) . its like a little midget crawled into your brain through your ears and picks away at your brain, bringing up excruciatingly mundane recollections of "THOSE times spent together".

so, really, don't do it... its pathetic, hypocritical and you're probably not going to mean it the very next week (or the very next instant). you're not going sodding cry rivers for the rest of your lives without them, nor are you going LEAP AND FUCKING BOUND with pure saccharine sweet bliss, squealing "i missed you!!!! <3<3" size="1">[as opposed to "omgawd im really going to miss the way we etc etc *cue to cry *cue to whine"] for that matter. why not just be honest and stick with: "it was an experience knowing you, i hope you amount to something in life so that i can spend my pathetic life telling everyone who'd listen that i know you when you're in the papers", because, really, that's all the "relationship" you want to be having with them.

perhaps its because i think that way that i have never cried or made humungous fusses during partings. you never really know how much (or how little) you're going to miss someone's presence in your life until some time after. pretending that that you do, (and [SURPRISE!!] its a lot) really just pisses people (me) off ([SURPRISE!!] its a LOT too). what ive learnt is that i shouldn't force myself to play along (which results in a conveniently significant drop in sickly hi-bye, touch and go acquaintances).

aha! which brings me to: if you make me hug you (and we're not all that close, nor ever will be in this or any other lifetime or form), i will imagine digging your eyeballs out with a tablespoon and using them as mufflers to deafen out the screams you'll be making when i use a butter knife to dig out your liver and kidneys. NOW imagine what i'd be imagining if we've never spoken a word to each other in all our encounters AND THEN you came over and gave me one of those "i'll miss you (not really)" hugs. i REALLY refrain from giving out unnecessary hugs (parting or otherwise) unless i mean it and i want to convey my deepest sincerest love/affections towards the hugee. they're practically worth money i tellya...

well that's the end of this post that's directed in tackling those nagging issues of false intimacy i have with some people and the world in general. really brings out some intimacy issues dunnit?

Sunday, November 23, 2008

haunted

i was told that i was visited by God when i was a child.

a topless blue man came to me in my dreams one night when i was a child. i decided to relate my dream to my parents (then much less dysfunctional) on the way to my grandmother's house. for some reason, they overreacted. i couldn't fathom why they would make such a big fuss for didn't every child have a whimsical dream once in a while?

look at them steel thighs eh?

now, i shan't deny that i was snot nosed sttention seeking little brat blessed with highly effective imagination. that was also why i had to swear to my parents that i did have the dream. for reasons that my tiny child brain could not understand, my parents were fascinated. they quizzed and questioned me. who cares if i didn't know why i got the attention? as the tormented middle child i reveled in the attention, in whatever way i got it.

my mum turned in her passenger seat of the car to face me, "nan, what did you see?". i was a little bemused that she had used the word "see" instead of "dream". but again, attention was attention.

"the blue guy..." i started.

"don't be rude. don't call him the blue guy." my mum snapped at me with a scowl. boy, was she taking this dream thing seriously.

"HE flew me around the streets of India with his monkey. he showed me where the poor people lived and asked me to help them. and then we went to his cave. he said he had been living there for very long. he said he'll follow me around for as long as i needed him and that he would help me. his monkey was cute" i replied, somewhat animatedly.

im a monkey that flies. beat that jesus.

"haaah he said that ah? i don't like people who tell lies..." she said in tamil. my mum looked at me suspiciously, scanning my eyes.

"nooooo... why would i lie about a dream?" i said somewhat annoyed that she didn't believe me. it was my dream after all.

my mum turned back and i caught her looking sideways at my dad meaningfully. it made me quite uncomfortable. when we got to my grandmother's house, i finally realised why. it was then when i knew exactly when my mum is going to make a big deal out of something. a prelude, a foreboding effect if you may.

the thing about being raised in an indian family is that you get excellent food. but in return you must pay a high price, that which being your figure and your right to privacy. for you see, even your aunt that lives somewhere in the back alley gutters of india will need to know your ic number, your birthday and the exact date on which you had your first period (so that they can calculate exactly when to marry you off to their son's second cousin twice removed who also happens to be an IT technician). that's just the way it is. chinese people keep everything to themselves (which is probably why they didn't have a macdonalds until 1990) and indian people can't keep anything to themselves (which is why they were both a british colony AND a french colony).

the torment that followed that painfully silent rest of the car ride is enough to fuck up any child. thankfully i'm normal. yeah... riiiight. i've practically got "exhibit A" written on a label stuck to my forhead. sigh... i was made to recount my story 12496586538 times to each relative, each with a standard set of quiz questions of their own. and then some.

the truth is that though i had the dream, it was still a dream. details tend to escape you. its just a fuzzy memory when you wake up. it was a chore keeping the story straight to every single one of my relatives. by the time they were done badgering (the child version of) me, i was convinced that i would be needing an exorcism and a visit to India's finest astrologers.

finally, i was allowed to go and play with my cousins while my relatives gathered together and discussed me, each one throwing different suggestions as to what to do with me: the blessed freak child who had dreamed of the topless blue man. while there were some who thought i was making it up, much to my annoyance (it was a dream for crying out loud, even if i was making it up, so fucking what right?), most of the others believed me and wanted to bring me to a soothsayer that they frequented often (i come from a family of religious kooks. explains a lot huh?) for some unfathomable reason.

in any case, i really couldn't bring myself to care anymore. the worst was over. i was finally able to join my cousins in the games. who cares if they wanted to exorcise me. let tomorrow's problem lie today. i went out to the front to join my cousins (the house was one of those terrace houses. sold it last year. some good times there.)

one of them came up and asked me...

"what did they want? why you take so long?"
"dunno."
"huh?"
"they wanted to know about a dream i had about Aladdin. big deal."
"hah?"
"yeah. that's what i said. what're we playing?"

genie! for chissakes, would you put a shirt on?! some kid's going to be dreaming about a topless blue man now...

you cannot make this shit up, im telling you...

with or without you

watch this. i was laughing so hard that i fell if my bed. kinda reminded me of that madonna video. just goes to show, religious oppression can lead to some pretty strange fucked up fantasies. makes you wonder what nuns do when they get... urges.

songs by some psychotic 80s metal (i think) band called Type O Negative. the song's shit, but you gotta give them props for the video. kudos. song's called "christian woman". very aptly titled.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

bag it up

remember when my itunes library reached 1000 songs and i got all giddy like a child dizzy on lemonade? well, guess who just made it to 2000 tracks. ding ding ding ding. THAT'S RIGHT, ME! all tracks that i listen to unbiasedly, mind you. now, i know it's not a competition, but if there was one, i'd be winning. HEH.

in my possession are some really GOOD indie stuff. now when i say good, i really mean the good kind. coz let's face it, we all know 98% of indie is shit.

i have keane's new album, perfect symmetry. i just got greedy. since i have their first 2 albums, i MUST have their third. come on... you know what i'm talking about. it's that insatiable monsterous greed that grows within you to rob you of your rationality? no? just me then? im only halfway through reviewing the album, but so far so good.

AND THIS TAKES CAKE(???). OASIS's NEW ALBUM. DIG OUT YOUR SOUL. WITH ME. IN MY ITUNES LIBRARY. THAT'S RIGHT. UH HUH. I HAVE IT. COME TO MAMA!

don't ask me for any of the music just yet. i need to hoard them and listen to them all myself first. oh you know how this indie music snob gets. be kind...

good day to you matey, for its a fair day with the sun looking just like it came out of a fruitips commercial.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

sea lion woman

AHA! finally got my old 5kg laptop back and i've never been happier. my one week internet-free hiatus has made me realise just how much the internet means to me. guess what i've been up to... well i think the playlist explains a lot BUT i've got new indie bands arses to bury myself in. boy does it smell wonderfull. im toying with the idea of turning this blog into a music blog OR starting a new one. then again, that would just be suicide. i should be studying for MSA and something called A lvls. what the hell am i thinking. there i talked myself out of it... maybe after A's i'll start my career to being an internet celebrity. urgh! how do some people manage 3 blogs.

right i did promise pictures somewhere along the stream of posts. avenue Q pictures, though not many, are coming up. AND pictures my new haircut which i got on saturday. can i just say that my hair grows faster than the human-spider thing from that human-spider horror movie. oh you know, the one where this smart aleck genius scientist experiments with a baby and spider genes and the boy fully matures (including sexually) in a matter of weeks at which point he starts to hunt for a mate aka. nearest female availible? no? well then. my hair's twice its length from saturday. a tad frightening.

evryone's busy with something or rather. work, comfy vacations to ang-moh land, going out with long lost friends etc. i shall soon start studying. hopefully the work thing will start soon. for some unfathomable reason my money is disappearing and my SLR fund is diminishing to a mere 800 buckaroos. and all i did was go for a stinkin' play. a tip to those of you having fun: don't. you'll soon see your savings crumble before you like an apple strudel. every outing is a mini tsunami.

"let's go study, nandhini" actually means let's spend the whole day at the library's cafe spending 8 bucks on bloody mikshakes.

"let's watch a movie, nan" actually doubles up as a cheap excuse to eat $8 popcorn and pig out after as well.

"wanna go play badminton dude?" really means a 3 hour lunch date and an hour of actual exercise.

take my advice, those little suggestions are really just money-sucking vortexes under the pretense of productive time-spending. and if you were a naive little scallywag like me thinking "money can be easily earnt" well that's only if you HAVE A JOB. sigh...

so here comes avenue Q photos. mm wore a dress *gasp* i wore a dress too *GASP*

i can't stand her for being so adorable. grrr...

mm again. betamon wasn't with us because we didn't invite her soon enough. damn.
stalker and mm

mm and stalker

im-pretending-to-be-shy allan

mm, me, allan

allan said my nose is in the shape of an elephant. laugh all you want pussy for i have this...

muahahahahahahahah "CHIIIIINAAAA MAAAAN"

i think he wants some "bitty"

finally a normal picture. see guys, he's not too ugly to be gay. he could very well rock the foundations of a gay club. (just say the word, and dude, my blog will be your very own dating service website. there's a catch though. fulfill my dream and come out of the closet. simple as that.)

QUAGMIRE!!

im-pretending-to-be-shy-again allan
me and allan

and NOW, for my haircut.
carrot top meets simon amtell at a clown convention. gosh i'm so fucking gawky and geeky it pisses me off.

i want to smell you.
i want to molest you.
i want fuck you then cut you up into peices, cook you in curry and eat you.
it's a chinese temple situated on the top of a brown hill. duh.

it's not that bad guys. you can stop thinking its a bad hair cut now. yeah NOW. none of that pitying sighs from you...

it's not really a bad hair cut for me. it takes 5 minutes for it to dry which is all i really ask for. it behaves well enough. AND more imporatantly, i don't look like an aunty. kit and my dad says it looks cute-.-''' i'd say it looks more like a refuge for stray hungry birds. my maid laughed. my sister had a ruffle. my gran says its suitable for a studying student as there is less fuss. i think im going to keep this hairstyle for a while so its better to get it over with. i hereby grant you permission to make jokes about my hair. better than patronising me by saying "good good you don't need spend money on a perm." this isn't the 1980s to be happy about not needing a fucking perm guys. if christ compels you to say something, at least do me a favour and make a joke about it.

toodles cyberstalkers.

Friday, November 14, 2008

rewrite

hey avenue q was great. for me at least. mm didn't quite fancy it as much as allan and i did. let's just say it's sesame street for adults. you could really learn a lot about life from it eg, coming out of the closet (*cough cough* allan *cough cough*). didn't take much pictures. the ones we did will be up as soon as i get a crane to lift me out of bed. im serious, that's how fat i've gotten in 2/3 weeks. at least it feels that way. as soon as the weather clears im going to step out of the house for some fresh air and activities that requires me to move. beach, badminton, bathing(im trying to aim for once in 2 days, but sometimes the mood to shower escapes me), basketball (if mm can get around to teaching me) etc. oh how i love the holidays where you can just sit around listening to oasis's new album "dig out your soul" which would make any kid a wonderful christmas present. see how i did that... i just slipped it in. i better remember to study amidst all the fun ive been having. don't think the stuff i learnt up (which is just enough to get me 35 rank points) for promos stuck at all. my computer's PMSing more than the ol' hag which majorly sucks balls. that is also one of the reasons i haven't paragraphed yet. the fucking enter button does not work. dammit. COCK. its so frustratng to have a peice of shit i place of a computer. so whether YOU read this mess or not is the least of my problems. dammit without paragraphing i sound so random and completely incompetent at narrative writing. you know what? im not even going try to continue. and that sucks for you because i had this whole ranty, angsty, cynical, well-researched post (oh don't pretend you don't love reading them) planned about people who think they're perfect and take it upon themselves to fix other people according to their own ideals. urgh! FUCK IT! and you know what going to suck even more for you? im going to turn this into a blob of rainbow skittles-like vomit just so that YOU'D get pissed of reading it. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! and now that you read all the way through, you can't undo the damage done to your eyes, brain and the time you could have spent doing other more productive things. GYAHAHAHAHAHA! im so eeeeevil. im an insane woman with a vengence to fulfil against fucked up technology. well, let's see what you become when technology finally turns on you! MYAHAHAHAGYAHAHAHMUAHAHAHA! I AM SUCH AN ARSEHOLE! WEEEEEEEEEE! well guess what? you an arseWIPE! so wipe the crap off of me! HEH HEH HEH HEH! oh shit, i just realised you can just highlight the whole thing and read it if you really wanted. damn. let's hope you just realised that too.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

positivity

yeah

okay on wednesday everyone probably heard the news. if you haven't then you probably live in alaska or in a crack somewhere. im talking about obama. well it wasn't really a surprise. its a good thing he won. if mccain had won im sure he would have gone on a hunting marathon with palin instead of fixing america's economic shit hole. obama got right on it, even though he still has 2 months before taking over the office. so YAY OBAMA!

so im sure if you were following the campaign, you would have been thoroughly entertained like i was. only in the US will you ever find elections and politics fun and fascinating. you can't really imagine throwing a parade in any other country after the elections. but then again, only in US is the media so bloody influential. tv networks really put a good spin on the elections this season. very captivating.

there were somethings that i didn't really fancy about the elections.

for one, the duration. i guess that's one thing singapore got right. short and sweet. well not sweet for me since PAP keeps winning, but short...

another thing i didn't like was how many personal attacks they both made. while i'll acknowledge that every election there'll be shit going on, this election was particularly fraught with personal jabs. it was like 2 baracudas in a steel cage fighting it out. i guess that was the entertaining bit eh? hmm...

then i didn't like the racial and religious stigma that was pinned on obama. even if he was muslim, he has since converted. but think about it, should it even matter? urgh, talk about patriotism. i think republicans are kind of... gifted with a not so high IQ...? im trying this new thing: being politically correct. heh.

i also didn't like how the republicans have this idea that obama stands for socialism just because he wants some regulation of the free market. in case these unfortunately endowed people don't read news, there's like some serious shit going down in the free market.

another thing i didn't like was sarah palin. republicans can relate to her, sure... but only because she's just like them: gifted with a not so high IQ. i didn't like the reason mccain picked her as well: to win over female voters. HELLO?! american females are not stupid. well republican females are, but the rest of them aren't. they're not going to vote for you just because you hired something with tits.

DID I MENTION IM REALLY GLAD OBAMA WON? im happy its over. except republicans, the rest of the world is happy. AAAAAH phooey, who bloody cares about them anyway? all they ever do is hunt things and go to church, but once in 4 years they get to screw up the country. great! we'll see what happens in 4 years, until then obama can fix all of america's shit. CHANGE baby... bring it.

ps. amoeba, darling, thank god for our similar tastes in music. let's never stop being indie snobs and live happily ever after with our music hoarding.

Friday, November 7, 2008

cash circus

konichiwa... okay i know these are boring to read but what the hell, milkshake tagged me and i'll do it because im absolutely 100% bored...

1. Where would you go if someone sponsors you an air ticket?
England. then when im done, i'll take a train down to France.


2. What's your favourite thing to do?
sit in my rattan chair listening to aqualung and eating a brownie while its raining.


3. Do you think money can buy happiness?
Yes. it can. but its the most short lived happiness around so helps to have a lot of it.


4. If you were given a chance to receive something, what would it be?
i think the question is asking for like love, kindness and shit. i don't care, i want a canon 50D with the full set of kit lenses. and a tripod and an external flash device.


5. Things that you cant live without:
my glasses
my money
my ez link card


6. What are you afraid to lose?
my glasses
my money
my ez link card
my IC


7. If you won US$1million, what would you do?
invest $500 000 in various shares, convert some and keep some in singaporean currency in case there's a recission in US. buy an SLR camera for myself. give some to allan and milkshake because they kind off need it more than me. see im charitable... i'll buy a studio apartment. if there's still some left, i'll by everyone i love what they love.


8. What do you dream of doing in the future?
i dream of travelling after making tons of money in a shake-leg job.


9. List down 3 good things about the person who gave you this survey:
milkshake is entertaining, interesting and my friend. heh heh heh. okay la, one more... she understands what i mean very well.


10. What makes you happy?
food, friends and gadgets

11. What kind of person do you hate the most?
almost every kind. more particularly close minded people.

12. If you have a super power what would that be?
powers to suck other people powers away from them by just being near them. heh combination of arthur and peter petrelli's powers.


13. Would you go for happiness or money?
money because i think happiness is a relative factor that cannot be fairly compared to anything. i swear the stupid test i trying to make me out to be a superficial person with all these leasding questions.


14. Who do you think is the most important people in your life?
dad
sisters
friends etc.


15. If you had a girlfriend/boyfriend, would you die for him/her?
not a fucking chance. but if someone killed/bullied him i'll go take revenge la. but not revenge that gets me killedlike in those chinese dramas. i meant in the court of law and shit...


16. Who's the last person who hugged you?
um... my stepmum, i suppose.


17. What is the one thing you want to do badly right now?
eat something chocolatey and watch the new episode of heroes.


18. Who are you close to?
beta, milkshake, amoeba and gang, allan i suppose, tanya mostly, jasmine too. i think there used to be a lot, but i am used to losing old friends, especially when i get new ones. i suck. hopefully i can expand this list with old friends as well as new ones soon.


19. Are you courageous enough to tell the person that you like him?
Yes and No. i tend to have crushes on dicks so i can't really tell him or anyone for that matter. when i like nice normal guys, sure, by all means...scream it from the rooftops.


20. If you could do one thing all over again what would it be?
i really liked milkshake's answer for this. i, for one, have never done anything significant of wrong enough to regret it. maybe if i age and try more things, i'll regret it or something. anyway, regret is for old people. oh, correction: old loserish people.


21. 8 things that scare you:
heights gives me butterflies, things that inflict pain that ive never felt before. after i feel it, its okay already... kinda like it and stuff. only 2 things. see, im such a brave girl...

22. 8 things that you like/love the most:
food
music
mac gadgets
cameras
brown paper bags
silk
dogs
smell of paint/paint thinner


23. 8 important things in my room:
my collection and my sisters legacy of books
my photography magazines
my pc
my mobile phone
my deoderant
my savings
my ipod
my camera

okay, all done. i deleted question 24 because i don't want anybody pressured into doing it. if you want to do, just do... don't be a prick. how bored must i have been to actually do these things... sigh...

Thursday, November 6, 2008

love is noise

okay this i damn frustrating. my favourite bands just released new CDs and i have no money (aside from my SLR fund which is self-declared as UNTOUCHABLE) to spend on them. beta!!! teach me how to download that thingy again...

i realise that when i get new friends, i tend to ignore old ones. when i get a new family, i ignore the old one. when i get new stuff, i ignore the old one. which also means if i ever have children i have to stop at 1 child and if i want a dog i can't have the child. conclusion, im going to be childless... random. anyway, i know its super mean, but is it cold to need change in my life? i'll be so bored with the same things and people all the time, everyday.

when i had lots of things going on, i didn't even think of any of them at all. now have time to think, feel and let my thoughts settle. so when i have space for them back in my mind , i finally miss them. i promised i will and now i do. the next time, i forget you guys and push any off you off of my radar, its just my nature and need for change, space and time... just understand it and don't stop calling me up in the middle of the night and talking for hours. don't strike me off your list. just bear with it and i'll come back to missing you guys soon okay?

that was so fucking poetic and deep (nothing to do with my non-existent boyfriend by the way) that i had to add that little britain season 4 aka. litttle britain USA is airing in the states and the kingdom. i knew for quite some time, but im a selfish indie snob. get with the proggramme. heh heh heh. go watch go watch. they have some new sketches revamped with american typecasts and new settings.

AND i realise i like some of my classmates alot now. they're awesome to bitch/talk with/to. with some ultimate bitching sessions under our belts, i think i'll put an effort into liking the rest and getting along with all of them now... bitching totally bonds people. its the universal sign of peace and love amidst war. you can totally imagine stalin and winston having a bitchfest over that skank, hitler.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

spies

well hello there

i did the most asinine thing. i thought i was just soooo smart and techno savvy that i went and got myself excited that i knew how to set up a blog. damn it, i publicised phantom limb's url on my msn personal message and now i can't bitch about anyone. i don't even know who views my blog and i can't make any personal jabs, references and/or attacks. grrr. the pains of having a public blog. grr grr. maybe i'll change the url... hmm... any suggestions? i really like the current one though, so ME...

anyway... here's one reason it sucks to be indian and why we would be at nuclear war with them if ever i became prime minister. 5 minutes ago i got a phone call from a random (no douchebag, we're not ALL related) indian man. twice. the first time my sister picked up.

suha: hello?
man: hello.
suha: hello?
man: hello
suha: hello?
man: hello.
suha: hello?
man: hello
suha: hello?
man: hello.
suha: hello?
man: hello
suha: huh?
man: *hangs up*

suha (to me): WAH SO RUDE...
me: next time just go "WAD? WAD U WAN?"
suha: *laughs*
phone: *rings*
me: go take...
suha: haaaaaaah
me: tze. go take la...

suha: hello?
man: hello.
suha: hello?
man: hello
suha: hello?
man: hello.
suha: hello?
man: hello

suha: *looks at me quite desperately*
me: haaaaiyaaaah.

me: hello
man: hello
me: WAD??!!
suha (background): AHAHAHAHAHAHA
man: hello what is you name? (tamil)
me: you called my house and you ask me what my name is? what is your name?! (tamil)
man: my name is Baat
me: i think you have the wrong number...
man: yes i know (tamil)
me: you know you have the wrong number?
man: yes i know. caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: HAH?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: WAD?
man: are you doing this on purpose? (tamil)
me: i really can't hear you. can you speak up?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: HAH?
man: caaaandhweeeebfwens?
me: did you just ask me- can we be friends?
man: yahs
me: NO WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS WEIRDO! *slams phone down*

suha: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

this is why men from india are not to be reckoned with. all weirdos and wankers. got handphone only, now big shot la? so scary... imagine if it that happened to me face to face. i'd just scream and run like a little girl. and people ask me what's my problem with indians...

on the other hand, what if he really wanted to be friends? damn... should have asked him over to my house for a belated deepavali feast... what if he mistakens me for a hostile singaporean that doesn't want him in the country??? weeeeeell, that wouldn't be sooooo bad now, would it..?