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Talking Penis
Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Its been awhile, so here goes...

irei84: ;O;
irei84: scaryness of doom >?<
Wanjuro: not scary one o-0
irei84: and family all scold me for the toyol dream -o-
irei84: bleh foos
Wanjuro: o-o what XD~
irei84: yeah -o-
irei84: all angry siar -o-
irei84: d
irei84: d
Wanjuro: scold you for scary dream o0o
irei84: d
irei84: d
irei84: d
Wanjuro: denial @0@
irei84: yes o-o
Wanjuro: they saw it too
irei84: d
irei84: XD
Wanjuro: they had the same dweam @0@
irei84: ian said he heard keyboard typing by itself
Wanjuro: @0@;;;;;;;;;;;;
Wanjuro: SCAWY
irei84: scary eh? XD
irei84: beware tonight...
irei84: your bunk will shake...
irei84: and you will hear your keyboard goind tick... tick... tick...
irei84: spelling Sudirwan...
irei84: here i am...
Wanjuro: every night my shake make sound as if somebody is sitting on it o-o
Wanjuro: sit* -0-
Wanjuro: shake~~
Wanjuro: chair!
Wanjuro: every night my chair make sound as if somebody is sitting on it -0-
Wanjuro: bleh
irei84: everynight my chair makes sound like there's someone sitting on it too o_O
Wanjuro: typo fooo~~
irei84: avery time...
irei84: wonder why u_u
irei84: every time i rest my ass on it make weird sounds >o<
irei84: scawy!
Wanjuro: XD~~
Wanjuro: we are scaring ourselved XD~
irei84: yes XD
irei84: ah well
irei84: say rosary tonight
PM 10:35
irei84: and nothing can touch me
irei84: i think toyol fingy was dreamness la o-o
irei84: because i remember the blanket
irei84: was different from mine
irei84: it was ian's thick comforter
irei84: i'm using the thinthin one
Wanjuro: hehe XD~
irei84: wrud o_O
Wanjuro: opening word o-o;
irei84: wow
Wanjuro: wrud
irei84: what fun
irei84: opening mail
Wanjuro: fun~
irei84: very ^^
Wanjuro: crazy mama @0@
irei84: what o-o
Wanjuro: dunno
irei84: you killed my husband @O@
Wanjuro: @0@
irei84: you did >O<
irei84: AAAAARRRRGHHH~!!!
Wanjuro: o0o wtf
irei84: *killkill*
irei84: then i appear on Missing o.O
Wanjuro: o.O;;;
irei84: XDD
Wanjuro: ee lazy to do report o0o
PM 10:40
irei84: me too -o-;;;
Wanjuro: i will do tml @0@
irei84: tmr fyp i dump everything to the group
irei84: i work on report..
irei84: whee ^-^
Wanjuro: lets hope tmr %#$%@ will come o_o;
irei84: yes o_O
Wanjuro: then must zen zen u_u
Wanjuro: place him agaisnt the wall o-o;;
Wanjuro: make him kneel down..
irei84: oooh ^)^
irei84: bj?
irei84: bj?
Wanjuro: and either shoot him.. or have fun ^-^
irei84: bj?
irei84: funfunfun ^0^
Wanjuro: XD~
irei84: *** can tape for me~
irei84: wheee ^-^
irei84: put your phone camera to good use XDD
Wanjuro: XD~~
Wanjuro: ee fun.. can't wait for tmr ^-^
Wanjuro: wrud @9@
irei84: si I can expect you'll be finishing late then X3
irei84: spinning sword o-o
Wanjuro: o-o werd
irei84: hush you face raper u_u
Wanjuro: o0o wtf
irei84: XD
irei84: eeee
irei84: tmr no moolah ;O;
Wanjuro: vhy @0@
irei84: can i borrow 3.50? ;__;
irei84: pwease!
Wanjuro: ask daddy ~0~
irei84: pwease!
irei84: nyo -o-
irei84: daddy will be randomly pissed
Wanjuro: i must pay $15 to office >0<
Wanjuro: then i left $5 ;o;
irei84: ;_____;
irei84: nvm then ;O;
Wanjuro: ;O; tell daddy..
irei84: tmr meet at 7.30 ;__;
Wanjuro: eee sex o0o
Wanjuro: on smallville @0@
Wanjuro: okie 7.30
irei84: nyo makan ;O;
Wanjuro: ;0; vhy
PM 10:45
irei84: eat at home u_u
irei84: because your mother worked hard for that food
irei84: and you never eat?!
Wanjuro: ;-;
irei84: yes u_u
irei84: so no eating
Wanjuro: ;-;
Wanjuro: sex? ;-;
irei84: that one wait for %#$%@ o-o
Wanjuro: XD~~
irei84: don't look at me o-o;
Wanjuro: hehe XD~~
irei84: eee >o<
Wanjuro: it's like waahh.. a miracle o-o;;
irei84: what, superman's thing is also very super?
irei84: fire in the hole! shoot veryvery far XDD
irei84: ehehehehehehe
Wanjuro: o_O eh
Wanjuro: what shoot what superman thing @0@
irei84: nyabamindo @@
Wanjuro: @@;;
Wanjuro: badminton @0@
irei84: stretching fun
Wanjuro: o-o breast are boring
irei84: duh u_u
irei84: dickies funner
Wanjuro: XD~
irei84: it's not like we have a shortage of holes
Wanjuro: dickies got character @0@
irei84: yes
irei84: boobs just hang there
irei84: [*actually mistyped hang with hand* XDD]
Wanjuro: XD~
Wanjuro: boobs are jelly people o_o;;
Wanjuro: dickies are like dick people @0@;;;;;;;;;;;;
PM 10:50
irei84: .....
Wanjuro: ..o_o;
irei84: wait lemme decipher that -o-
Wanjuro: XD~
irei84: bleh who cares
Wanjuro: i wonder what breast would say if they can talk o_o;
irei84: "suck me1! suuuuck meeee!!!"
Wanjuro: mary ann's breast : *bloob bloob*.. i am fat!! ;_;.. *bloob bloob*
Wanjuro: o_O;; weird breast cartoon
irei84: lirl!!!!
irei84: oh god you evil bastard!!
Wanjuro: no its a compliment @_o
irei84: suresure..
Wanjuro: chinese breast: .......... *there are not there* o_O;;
irei84: nadia's "I think we ought to be hire up... really? But I'm so lazy to move..."
irei84: chinese breasts hang a sign there reading "Gone to Mary Ann"
Wanjuro: XD~~
Wanjuro: lirl
irei84: nah la XD
irei84: mary ann is very gifted
irei84: lets not tease la, it's so mean
Wanjuro: XD~~ yeah
Wanjuro: breast are beautiful creatures @0@
irei84: yes o-o
irei84: like penises o-o
irei84: or balls
irei84: balls be fun too o-o
Wanjuro: balls are almost like breast too o_O;;
Wanjuro: they just hang there
irei84: yeah o0o
irei84: and both produce milk
irei84: hmmm~
irei84: i see a link o-o
Wanjuro: XD~
Wanjuro: indeed o_o;
PM 10:55
irei84: what would a dick say o_O
irei84: Singapore dicks: "We were made to be USED GODDAMN YOU!!!"
Wanjuro: horny dick: *sing national anthem* mari kita~~
Wanjuro: O_o;;
irei84: XD
irei84: lirk
Wanjuro: hehe patriot dicks XD~
irei84: l
irei84: chinese dicks: *squeak* ._.
Wanjuro: lirl~ XD
irei84: black dicks: tree? I am no tree...
Wanjuro: omg XD~`
Wanjuro: eee i am laughing like mad
irei84: XDD
irei84: who ask you XDD
irei84: gay dicks: ooh tight darling, no wonder your so anal *plus nickish head shaking*
irei84: bleh
Wanjuro: XD~
irei84: the chinese and black one bst o-o
irei84: e
Wanjuro: i like the black dick one o_O;
Wanjuro: eee wait must talk to %#$%@'s dick XD~~~
irei84: o_o
Wanjuro: o_o;;
irei84: it'd say to you: "Keep talking... open wiiiide~"
Wanjuro: XD~ stop o-o;
irei84: does XD~ translate to mad laughing at screen? o-o;
Wanjuro: yes >0<
irei84: XDD
irei84: mine is XDD o_O
PM 11:00
Wanjuro: O_o;; laughing at comp in the middle of the night is weird
irei84: what to do o-o
irei84: tell them you're being tickled by an ivisible spirit...
irei84: lalala
irei84: n
irei84: or just laugh and tell them you needed help but its too late now o_O
Wanjuro: o_O;; indeed
Wanjuro: me tired o_O;;
irei84: nighto o-o
Wanjuro: but cannot sleep o-o
irei84: ah
Wanjuro: cause drinking tea @0@
irei84: go drink milk o_O
irei84: the real milk
irei84: not %#$%@ milk
irei84: than one tomorrow
Wanjuro: o-o;;;;;;;
Wanjuro: i get stomach ache when drinking milk
irei84: therethere you don't have to swallow...
irei84: no matter how much he asks u_u
Wanjuro: o-o;;
Wanjuro: its rude not to swallow u_u;
irei84: then spit and pretend it dribbled out
Wanjuro: eee i want to post this to blog but scared %#$%@ would read >0<
irei84: delete his name
Wanjuro: XD~
irei84: gogogo!
irei84: posto XD
Wanjuro: posto posto XD~
Wanjuro: later i will o_O
irei84: now yoda o-O
irei84: you will get lazy
Wanjuro: eee yeah
PM 11:05
irei84: wrud o-o
Wanjuro: o-o
Wanjuro: checking email
Wanjuro: gonna open dreamweaver
Wanjuro: to post chatty o_O;
irei84: postyposty!

Crazy Mama
Monday, March 22, 2004

Ohh.. don't look so sad. Models are canvasses.

Top Model is the stupidest show ever created!

BLAST YE BILL!
Sunday, March 21, 2004

Hmm... lets have a look at my evening:

Came home from church, had dinner. Got on the compy at last and played some FFXI (FINALLY learnt how to use stupid macros. Damn macros). At 9pm+ I feel the urge to draw, and since i'm on bro's compy alot more now I try to install my staple programs (beside ffxi). Hooha! Me foundsy adobe 7 [as WAN refuses to lend/pass me adobe cs], and my dear dear darling tablet.

And so the drama begins. I spend a whole hour trying to install the tablet driver multiple times, even changing the battery in the tablet wireless pen. Not working. Yay. I finally get the idea to plug the fucking thing in the back usb ports instead for the front plug and play shites. Hooha! It be loading! It works!! Only now the pen fucks up and it tries to select everything and just go mad basically. So I pull the fucking thing out and chuck it away. It has betrayed me. My baby. My precious child has turned against me u_u

So what has Irei learnt today? 1) I actually have no patience with computers [or anything else apparantly], 2) Wan thinks I'm stupid and trying to install something on a non admin user account on XP, 3) Apple is the godliest os on the entire frikking planet, and 4) The lowest depths of hell is reserved for computer programmers and Bill Gates.

Burning Man
Sunday, March 21, 2004

Today was such a slow day. And I really mean sloooww. I replayed Warcraft 3 Campaign to pass the time, and I swear it was 4.30pm when I started. I was helping Arthas and Jaina investigate the plague (Jaina has a really cute voice) then I got bored, quitted the game and its only 5.09pm. It felt like I was playing for hours, but its only a little over 30mins -0- Anyway, I might as well get started on things I am suppose to finish:

1) Finish up Wide Area Network and Remote Access notes for tomorrow’s classes.
2) Install Painter 8 so I can do item 3.
3) Finish 'Flirting with trees' painting. I wanna try something new here, so I wanna try using Painter 8 for the textures and Photoshop for the colors and effects.
4) Get ready APEL Portfolio, so that means I need to find my certs and some documents. Still contemplating whether I should slot in my pass design works. (they really suck, X_X)
5) Start another Painting.

A Day in Irei's Life (Age 62)
Wednesday, March 17, 2004

I have looked into the mirror, not knowing what I would see - for the mirror shows many things... things that are, things that were and some things that have not yet come to pass. Also some things that are truly strange, as this vision was. (*wonders if galad ever used the mirror to watch legolas boinking gimly* hmmm...)

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Itei awakes at nine in the morning, whereupon she goes to wash up before shaking her totally yummy and suitably naked 20 yr old model boy toy of the moment awake. Once she's gotten him dressed and off for another day of baring his stuff to the world, she heads off to the studios of JUMP, her company, situated in the central business district of Singapore. There she pisses and toys with a couple of interns, holding the power of their grades in their hands, before sitting down to manage the day's work.

Things move smoothly in the 4 hours she spends doing actual work - occasionally engaging in a pen vs stylus fight with Wan upon various issues they happen to disagree upon. After once more assuring employees that she and wan are not, despite all evidence, insane, she heads out to the Esplanade for some dinner and booze at Harry's bar. The music is good, and the sexy boys and girls are all out for a night of fun. There she meets said delicious boy toy and they head off to watch some gay play that she's always been so fond of.

Once the play is over, she catches Wan in the hallway, who insists he didn't really want to be there, and it was sheer coincidence the person with him is a male *coughs*. Irei, like the good accepting friend she is, pretends to believe him and she and her boy toy head off home for an evening of wild monkey sex on the floor.

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The mirror shows many things - the weirdest of all is me. o_O;

I fought the law and the law won.
Monday, March 15, 2004

In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill.

Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.

"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces.

"The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant.

It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope.

Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves."

The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"

The doctor quickly responded, "5,000 for a male brain, and 200 for a female brain."

The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked.

A man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask,

"Why is the male brain so much more?"

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The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used."

Meh..

Wan out

Someone Bless TP
Monday, March 15, 2004

Looklook! Assignment for Temasek Poly's Applied Learning something crap module is: Write an essay on your Value Reflections. In other words, tell the world how TP turned you into a fucking saint, you stupid student fodder bastards!! HOOHA!!

So i've posted mine. Just smell all that angst...

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My life journey. My Life Journey. Well, the capital letters make it look more significant. When I look back, I really wonder if I have made any significance, whether I deserve the capital letter before my name.

There are several conflicting essences in my life, the different yings and yangs. This I suppose are values. In the book “7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens”, the first habit is centering your life on Values. Unchangeable, stable, perfect center. But they failed to see that while the values may be unchanging, their application is not. My values are in the following yingyangs: Vanity and Humility, Service and Self-centeredness, Laughter and Change, God and the Devil. Just what they’re called is a puzzle in itself, but I’ll now decipher them:

Vanity and Humility.
When I was young(er), I perceived myself as incredibly arrogant. I don’t think my perception was very far off the mark. But surprisingly, looking back even further, it was humility that spawned my arrogance, when I was in primary school and so self-efacing I was the regular bully target. Believe me, when girls decide to bully someone, it makes boys rolling in the dirt trying to punch eachother’s teeth out look like a Sunday morning mass (although it’s easier on your clothes).

I was often bullied, and my reaction to that was to create a puffed up notion of myself and treat everyone else as if they were smaller than me. As time went on, I realized what an arrogant bitch I was. I tried to then Pursue Humility which was ultimately spawned by my arrogance, when I thought that being humble was an ideal I had to attain. Isn’t it funny how things turn around?

I truly shone in TP. I came across debating and suddenly I was a star (humour me and agree). When people praised me on my speaking, I would only reply, “No, it wasn’t much, really.” This is the reverse of arrogance, my twisted expression of vanity. I made whatever achievements I had seem too simple to deserve the compliments of others, thereby making it seem that the others were fools.

Well, that’s changed. I learned the power of a simple “Thank you.” Humility stems from being comfortable with myself. When I’m comfortable with myself, I realize that whatever compliments that come my way may or may not be deserved, but I can accept them. This also applies to the opinions of other people, as revealed during my whole fyp furor.

Service and Self-centeredness.
I’m pretty religious, and service is a big part of my religion. Service in terms of serving my church or family or friends – I didn’t like it, though I knew it was important. I tried to serve them, to give, but I felt the unfairness of it all.

I give so much, but no one gives a hoot about me. I need to survive. I need to take care of myself. I have no time for others who don’t care about me.

Don’t I sound silly? I saw, and still do see things in the extreme. But this extremist notion of mine has been slightly moderated. I’ve come to realize that taking care of myself was important, but so was taking care of other people I hold dear. All I had to do was imagine: What if my mother passed away?

My mother’s recent accident brought me to my senses. She was involved in a collision between two busses and broke her leg. And I realized how she could very well have died. It frightened me – the realization of mortality. Service has become an expression of how much I cherish them.

Laughter and Change.
Sound weird, eh? of the quotes I’m proud to have coined is: “Laugh at yourself, because everyone else is laughing at you, you might aswell join the fun.”

People always laugh at other people. People will always be laughing at you. You don’t like it? Too bad. During my sojourn at TP, I was distant from my classmates. Because I feared that they would laugh at me. Then I realized that being laughed at/gossiped about was a stupid thing to worry about. I can’t change it, so why bother.

But Change is the flip side. Do I change myself? Do I accept the laughter? If I change, will they stop laughing? Ha, not likely. This realization has led me to accept myself, for all my faults and failings. I’m human. So I learn to laugh at myself – my totally boyish dress sense, my obsession with gaming, my stupid sense of humour, my occasional insensitive comment. I’m a bit of an idiot. I’m stand up comedy. I stand up and people laugh, it’s comedy.

But acceptance is not stasis. Acceptance is the objective self-examination that is the stepping stone to change. I seek to improve for the better always, and some things that people may laugh about needs me to change – the insensitive comments for one. Thus on goes the journey.

God and the Devil.
God: Jesus
The Devil: … The devil.

Alternatively:
God – all that is good and giving, caring for people, my gifts and talents.
The Devil – all that is bad, all that keeps me from being Someone to others, all that keeps me from deserving the capital letter before my name.

Belief and Faith are two core aspects of my life I cling on to. To never loose my faith in my God, to question my beliefs until I find true Faith. This part of my journey goes on and on, and it only ever grows harder, but more fulfilling.

Ultimately, my live is all about Balance, a skill I’ve honed during my three years here. Balance is the most difficult to attain, as it governs all other aspects of me. And as I question, for better or worse, I Become Someone.

Where is the postman?
Saturday, March 13, 2004

Gates: Buy stamps to send e-mail

Once again the spawn of satan, that seats at the Throne of Microsoft have thought up of a "really cool" idea to save the technological world, just like how he thought up of Windows and Dos. Of course, we all know how Windows worked out.