Technology

I was teaching Mom how to use her phone's radio the other day. She was asking me about getting an mp3 player at first but remembered that her phone had a radio. 

Dad was insisting that phone's don't have mp3 players and radios. (guess he's stuck with the idea that phone are just meant for calling and messaging. hee!) So Mom decided that since her phone had a radio, she didn't need my help shopping for an mp3 player anymore. Dad then said something about the phone's battery not being able to last if Mom used it for radio.

For all the wisdom of our parents and elders. technology is probably the only thing we young people know better.. (:

hi-five

A couple of things I've been up to..

1. running or swimming everyday except saturdays. take a pick, run or swim well both kinda sucks, I 'd rather be playing soccer or tennis.. or whatever. I actually find it hard to believe that I managed to drag my ass out every morning, or the occasional evening for the past 2 weeks. my motivation? I don't know either, I just feel motivated.

2. sleeping without the air-conditioning. Mom suggested this one, cause ns no air-con. lol. Not that I take my preparation for NS THAT seriously. It just started one night when I was having a bad cold, and slept without the air-conditioning. been going without it ever since.

3. Planning the last holiday before hell. yep bookings have been made, going to pay up tomorrow. Redang here I come!

4. producing the band cd. and way behind schedule if I'm gonna finish it before I go on holiday.

5. Cycle cross country. (yes on my bmx..), from the mystical elf-lands of Teban to east-coast, round Changi airport to pasir-ris.. you probably think I'm kidding you right now. wait! I have photographic proof, coming up soon !.. 

heh, kid..

Yesterday I saw a group of lower sec school kids.. one of them was drinking free water from Macdonalds. He drank it all up in one gulp and then angrily tossed the cup to the ground as if the water had gone bad. heh, more like the kid gone bad.

I wondered, why the hell did he do that, it seemed pretty silly. did he think it was cool to litter like that? (in a pretty crowded area too). I wanted to go over and tell the kid off.. Then I remembered when I was about his age, younger actually..

I was in p6 back then.. I remember I had a friend who threw an empty coke can at a stairwell, it made quite a racket.. Back then I thought he was pretty cool (he was not just because he littered nonchalantly) even though I knew littering wasn't. Fact is nobody likes a boy scout, but if you're a rebel, an outlaw then people will think you're cool.. 

So.. I didn't tell the boy off.. if I did I know it wouldn't be of any good anyway. He'll just think I'm being a total asshole and not learn anything at all. (shiet, am I sounding like a total grown up now?) but now that I think of it, if I did.. it would have probably escalated to me raising my voice and attracting undesirable stares from all directions..

here.. or there.. ?

you can't get let down when you're already standing on ground. not unless the earth splits open.

so if you're down, its probably cause you were floating around quite happily for a bit till you dropped..

So is it worth to stand on ground all the time? you could bet you wouldn't fall.. but you would be having it hard on yourself to stand against all those winds trying to sweep you off your feet..

Where there's duality, you can never have both sides..

for the lack of videos n pictures over the past few weeks....

it gets weird when you try to listen to both at the same time.

so.... here or there?

logic or faith?

heart or mind?

Think again.

what makes a good....

what makes a good game?

Wow is a good game, people say it's the best mmorpg there is.. (yes I know.. I'm talking about wow again! I should get a life huh.. well hang on there's more to it then that..) and after playing it myself I can't argue much.

Why is it so good? I won't go into the details of how great the graphics, gameplay or interactivity. Rather quite simply, it uses the very essence of human nature to captivate it's audience. it hooks the players and lead them on slowly, giving bait and glimpses of what's to come..

It's fun to play.. but it's frustrating too cause there's always that one thing that eludes your grasp and thats where it keeps you coming back for more. It's like chasing dreams, people love to chase dreams.. or like how guys love to chase girls who don't exactly give in easily but give them a hard time instead.. 

So really..... what makes a good game everything?

recurring nightmares

Recently I've been having pretty disturbing nightmares.. the same ones, except it gets worst each time. At this rate, I won't ever have to watch a horror movie, I'd just have to fall asleep.. (even scarier)

Now I've had plenty of scary encounters with zombies, aliens, supernatural forces, assassins, pretty much everything a bad horror script writer can come up with.. but this one still shook me up pretty badly.. It was then I realized, fuck. It wasn't the first time I've had this dream.. I wonder what this means..

It all happens in a room in a semi-D house.. I didn't recognize the place.. it could be anywhere.. for some reason the dream was in black and white.. I'm in this room with 2 other people, whom I don't remember, probably don't know either.. there are 2 spirits trapped in the room, one of a child and the other of a maid figure.. I don't remember what I was doing in the room, but it seems like I'm some sort of interventionist.. the others was scared, I was calming them down. 

then something happened, the spirits showed themselves for a brief moment and I could feel it touching me. I suggested that we leave the room, and quickly shoved the others out. just as I was making my move out the door slammed shut on me.. I tried to open the door.. It was like as if there was a really strong wind blowing against me.. I was winning, slowly forcing the door open when suddenly there was a really loud shriek (it was damn scary).. An even larger force blew me away from the door and slammed it shut. I thought, woah thats one angry spirit.. 

I sat on the bed, and took out my cellphone and made a call.. It was to ww (I dunno why but it's you) He was driving a van, it seemed like he was already on his way.. I told him to hurry.. From what I can tell, it seemed like we were both partners doing some sort of 'ghost-bustin' business.

I sat on the bed calming myself. Hair was descending over me.. It was standing over me, and I could feel it on my back.. I didn't move.. I was scared stiff.. trying to sound as calm as possible I spoke.. who are you.. 

thats when I woke up, and starred into space for about a minute before fully processing that it was just a nightmare. who knows what'll happen next.. maybe tonight I'll find out who the spirits are, though I'm not exactly thrilled about it.

sian?

and the number one sign that these days are getting shorter (whatever that means) is....

sian.

yep, somehow I've been hearing that more and more these days, also been cursing myself more for my own stupidity at times.. but of course you'll never hear me doing that in the open. 

sian.

The level or sianess really stacks up every time a person says that and everyone else don't know what to say. It is futile, needless to say there is nothing to be said. I could probably go on and write a whole essay on this, but really there is nothing to say that could result in any good.

so when a guy says sian and means it. It's pretty much understood he's not drunk enough yet and that we should all shut up and drink (if there's any booze around, if there isn't you should probably get some)..  

but why sian?.. I think we should all just stop saying that word and replace it with something else.. like... oh glory.. well..

I should be going to bed now.. Why I'm up so late, thats another story for another time. so nights... or good morning !

bottoms up !

Ever noticed how being really drunk has so many similarities to hmm.. being in love? no wonder people like to get intoxicated so much.. hmm this applies very much to the case of getting wasted after falling out of love..

see, it's pretty much the same really.. between being drunk and being in love. depending on the situation, you could be really high and happy or really sad for no apparent or logical reason. Then you start to do really silly or normally embarrassing things but don't feel the pinch of embarrassment. It's like you can see so clearly how silly it is but you're too drunk (or too in love) to care about what other people think. and it has nothing to do about being thick-skinned it's just the case of being blinded.

It's funny. The difference though is that when you're drunk you may do something and hurt yourself real bad without knowing. While being in love, you just don't care if you're gonna get hurt. Just as long as it's for love.

let the good times roll

Time does not pass by quickly. Despite all the sayings about how time flies, it rarely does. It only seems like it's quick because when we look at the pass, there's often so little things we can remember in specific. 

Since we remember only that few special occasions, it must be right to assume that the time spent must have been indeed short. heh, yep 20 years into my life now. One thing I can remember is that it's been 10 years since Starcraft, 10 years and that game is still fun to me once awhile. Wow, that 10 years must have been really short (but hello ! thats half my life !). People have a knack for remembering these things, while forgetting the long and dreadful stuff like how much literature homework I used to have to do. How much exactly, impossible to count.. It all seem so short, see what I mean. I actually spent 2 years under her, though it now seems quite funny how the teacher used to man-handle us. 

2 years, thats the length of my national service. and I got a feeling it's gonna feel like an eternity in hell (just like it did back in the school days) but a blink of an eye once it's over... The good times, you'll never know till it's gone.

on how mmo's sucks your soul

I never liked going home after a day's of fun, especially a long journey after a long day. cause it's usually the time where I start recalling the day's activities and realize that it just ends here, which also means its time to go home and mull over whatever's been bothering me again.

but now, the thought of going home after a day of fun outside becomes going home to more fun playing wow. Yea it kinda sucks my soul, in return fills me up.. It's like I never get hungry playing wow, I have to make a conscience effort to remind myself it's lunch time.. It's like I start to care less about calling my peeps out and having a fun time outside.. (eh wuts the point, they're all mostly slaves to the nation now).. hunger, solitude, boredom, it even saves my mind from drifting so far it could get dangerous and depressing, cuz now if there's nothing's on my mind.. wow automatically pops up, instead of other stuff that would normally occupy my heart. 

so all these is supposedly good, but look at it from the other side.. wow really just takes away my passion, my sincere thoughts, my ability to imagine and dream up the wonderful and lovely life I will eventually lead, my heart, my soul.

It's like a parasite, it saves me so it can suck my soul.

now if you just bought all the crap that I just wrote.. well I won't know what to say.. really.. it seems like my mind is still capable of drifting to strange places that i find interesting.. but I wouldn't take it seriously..

ps. wow stands for world of warcraft.

the crack

okay this sucks.. never mind, leave now and save yourself from a whole load of emotional crap. yes I'm not gonna swallow them this time, I'm already full. (yes kids you can swallow your emotions leaving a sharp pain in your rib temporarily) and besides this post contain nothing interesting and really isn't meant for the general audience (its personal). but of course by saying that you're definitely gonna go ahead and read it now.

It's time to move on. I told the band. 

I'm going to try to be most honest and upfront on this. I wanted this, I wanted change that wasn't possible or at least a resolution. We weren't going to go anywhere with half the band serving ns now. we hit a dead end a long time ago and it's been sliding all the way down. I knew this, and I've been in denial. so now, finally.. it's time to move on.. 

so if you read this you must know how much you guys mean to me. I don't know if you'll understand how I feel, I think I'm different. I'm way too passionate. I can't nonchalantly suggest that we'll still have time to have a little fun once in a blue moon, cause then it'll mean nothing. it'll just be 4 people playing music in a room. no connection, no heart, no soul. and I think every band needs that. and I felt it slipping, the room getting colder every time.. so I wanted to say, hey it was fun while it lasted, lets have a good goodbye while we still have a little soul.

I'm sorry if I sound really abstract (there is no easy way to explain this), and for giving out a really gay vibe. ah heck.. my last act now would be to produce the songs we played. for keeps sake. and cause I wrote them and love em all. (:

...

so long good luck

No matter how hard I try, I can't comprehend that feeling.. that feeling you get when you're enlisting to the army the next day. I still have a couple of months, and what I feel now is that I have a lot to look forward to in the future.. When I get out, there's so much to dream for.. I tend to dream of a brighter future, and then get disappointed and then dream of a better future again. It's just a little something called optimism..

and I think a lot of us really need some.. but it really differs from person to person..

me.. I just like to have something to aim for, something to keep me going. silly or not.

silly

wee... I posted 19 times in both june and may..

gosh I've been freaking diarrhea-ing all day since yesterday, and it sucks really. coupled with a hangover, yesterday was kinda of hell.. I think I regret drinking all that booze the day before.. just a little.. or maybe not.. ehh it was kinda fun, I really let myself go.. haven't done that in a long time.. and the part about having trouble walking straight for a day, pretty hilarious anyway... 

I remember lying on the floor at one point, I was pretty exhausted and it felt just as nice, or even better then my bed..

I remember getting up, waving my arms and singing ruby soho with jm to annoy ww

I remember getting up and pouring myself another drink even though it was pretty clear I shouldn't be taking more.. (and no one stopped me. heehee.)

I remember making crazy faces at the camera..

I remember jumping into the pool..

I remember that no one else was as high as I was and that I continued to entertain myself with my silliness. They were all watching, laughing.. back then I didn't feel as silly as I do now.

I remember reaching home early in the morning. Mom was awake and I tried my best to appear as sober as possible.. I didn't shower, a change of clothes, a face wash and I tumbled into my bed.

and finally I remember..

*censored* 

last night

Hello, I'm back.. betcha didn't know, but I was gone for a couple of days..

I was this |   | close to getting totally wasted last night.. and I'm freaking hungover now..

and gee, I remember everything.. all the stupid things I did and say.. so if you weren't there, you just missed me being the silliest ever..

oww.. and you know how there are so many different types of panadol nowadays?.. p. cold, p. extra, etc.. they should make a panadol-hangover.. It's sure to be a big hit.. sigh..

ahh assassins!

I took the bus this afternoon.. sitting opposite me was a girl.. The first thing I noticed was that she had purple nails, they were quite shinny. She was wearing skinny jeans and a polo tee.. now obviously there's a point in me telling you all these, so wait up..

I was heading to Clementi to change money.. I got on the bus no. 143.. this is when I first noticed the purple nail girl.. I got off at wc and continued my journey on foot.. I was meeting jm at Clementi so I went to kfc and waited there.. Then I noticed that someone looked awfully familiar.. ohh, it's that girl from the bus just now, only now her nails wasn't purple anymore and she was wearing shorts and a blouse instead. I thought.. Nah, can't be her.. maybe she just have a common face..

Surprise, it's not her. her twin walked in.. I was well awake. she must have transfered bus earlier, while I chose to walk here instead. Jm arrived and I told him about this odd little coincidence that just happened..

We got our indo currency and walked around for awhile before deciding that it was too hot and we should go to some air-conditioned area to chill.. shuttle bus to IMM, how convenient! Got on the shuttle bus and... omg.. the twins again! hope they don't think I'm stalking them or something.. It's just pure coincidence..

Won't be the last of it either. I'll skip the boring parts about me hanging around IMM and JEC and get right to it.. Going home... I boarded the bus and again.. they were there.. bottom deck.. I went up.. and finally when I got home.. they alighted too..

makes you wonder, what kind of odds will it take for this to happen. Okay.. so they live in my estate, and there are only a few buses... so I guess it's pretty easy to take the same bus.. but to go the same place?! and then at the exact same time board another bus to go to another place.. and finally board the same bus at different stops home!?

I guess just about anything is possible huh..