Was talking to someone about the new grading system again today. So I’m not the only one who’s sorta-kinda frustrated with this new plus minus thingy to our grades.
The grades used to be straight out A, B, C or D, and so on. Now it’s accessorized by “+” and
"-" For example, B-, C+, etc.
Bullshite.
I’d rather see me get a B than a B+, ‘coz I tend to see the glass half-empty so a B+, to me, just means I was that close (but never close enough) from the elusive A. What the hey sey.
I’m imagining an overpaid professor (the one who suggested this new grading system) having a pot belly and thick moustache, with a pipe in his mouth going,
“Hmm..it eez jaz anoder way of depriving you of your ‘A’ lorr…”
After which, he will proceed to snort, every 5 seconds as if his life depended on it because of a sinus problem somehow developed from a distended anus from an ass that sits on expensive leather for 75% of the hours of every day in a north-pole-cold office staring into computer screens and sucking on his index finger full of paper cuts.
Yea. It’s like an image of a pretty weird dream. Pretty weird.
Maybe it’s Ripley weird? *Shrug*
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Last day at work today. I’m gonna miss sph…sorta. The clean toilets, the freezing office, the instant coffee, the 'working beside my uncle' (how cool’s that?!), the occasional free food lying around begging to be eaten, (some) friendly security guards, the peeps, etc, etc.
I am looking forward to the start of the year…(yea maybe..kinda).
Douglas Adams wrote: “Time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so.”
Therefore I conclude, “The New Year” is gazillionly so.
‘Tis a Grand Illusion – a great excuse to shed old skin and “start anew” (and have senseless foam parties) Hehah.
But I’ll buy it la, ‘coz I’d need it. So many things I’d like to leave behind. I think when the countdown drops to zero, a huge weight will be lifted off my shoulders (maybe for like a minute or two – The Grand Illusion has very short term effects)
But then I can always look forward to new adventures ahead. Weeee-heee.
A new beginning awaits… *cue grand epic music* (eee... so cheesyyy..blegh)
I’m looking forward to jump into it but scared the water’s cold. But whatever la, Just freaking DO IT. And do it well. Let’s go!
- But first, I need to see Luis, to make Vuitton of my strands. Hahahahahah….gawd, I’m like, so funny!. *snort* *snort*
*gag*
Oh, one more thing, I thought: I guess it’s lucky for you if you fucked things up in a relationship/friendship near the end of the year, ‘coz then you just miiiiight have a chance for redemption when the hurt party makes some kind resolutions.
I haven’t made such resolutions…I’m just saying….y’know….oh well. (Don’t worry, I’m just mind-fuckin’ wit you (not all of you), don’t be so sensitive now.)
I think I’ve made my resolutions. It’s in a song. (lazy la). Will post (plagiarize) the lyrics tomorrow.
Okay, have a good fursday, mayte. If you haven’t, blame it on the rain.
Ta.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 02:30 a.m.
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
yes there's love if you want it, don't sound like no sonnet....
Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean,
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it
again
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
You’re like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
You’re like a plane I've been told I never should board
You’re like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you - that it's lucky for you
that we're friends.
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I love it. I want to play the drums to this song. It seems cathartic. Haha.
Thank you Thank you Jarvis.
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By the way, am watching 'Scrubs'….and I’m trying not to laugh out loud coz it’s late….but damnnn! Cannot mangg….Zach Braff foreverest! wahahah
"Noo, I said Pineapple pizza…"
LOL
pfft…men…
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:22 a.m.
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Monday, December 26, 2005
gotta gotta be down because I want it all...
I don’t like playing see-saw it makes me sick.
I, however, love the swing. A temporary freedom and nearness to flying. I love the tingle in my spine when gravity pulls me back down. I would love to fly but cannot stand the absence of the sense of security of being near the ground again.
“You can have roots and wings.” ..Yea... right.
So let’s just ride the swing, my friend. Catch the good view once in awhile, so we’ll appreciate everything when we come back down.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:30 a.m.
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Sunday, December 25, 2005
take another little piece of my heart now baby...
I. think. that. you. should. just. let. it. burn.
let it burn
let it burn
let it burrrrrrrrrn.
ok set.
---MSN schMen-ass-ands---
joan of arcadia says:
im having gor-pis (goreng pisang) with lotsa kerak (crumbs)
in limbo says:
hahaha
in limbo says:
cardiac damage alert
joan of arcadia says:
life is too short my dear
in limbo says:
well
in limbo says:
it just got shorter my love
in limbo says:
hahhaa
in limbo says:
okay kidding
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Yes, 'tis the season to wish each other longevity and all good things. ahhh... what warm and fuzzies you give me.
Eat, drink, be merry yall.
If you’re eating, eat your heart out.
If you’re drinking, don’t drive.
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One more week to the day which reminds me how my life IS getting shorter. Yet everybody celebrates.
*shrug* Heck, maybe I will too...As george michael once sang..
"To the heart and mind..
Ignorance is kind..."
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:26 a.m.
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Thursday, December 22, 2005
Where were you while we were getting high?
Whaddaya know I just might wave a lighted lighter and sing my heart out to “Let there be love” while Oasis plays before my eyes FOR REAL.
They're coming to town in Feb. I’m not a huge huge huge fan but I love love love “What’s the story (morning glory)”. I even have the cassette ok. Wahahaha…So much memories with that album. Good ones.
I sorta lost interest in the band as the years went by, their follow-ups just didn’t seem to be that great enough as 'morning glory'…'cept their latest album sorta spurned an Oasis revival in me. So I guess it’s good timing that they’re coming while touring for “Don’t believe the truth”. Good album.
So howwww….should I spend a hundred bux to have a few drops of Gallagher spit on my scalp? Because we all know how viciously Liam sings, with the mic tilted down but his eyes facing the sky and showers of blessing to the crowd as his mouth thunderstorms the jangly-catchy tunes written by his more talented, less good-looking underrated brother?
Should I? Should I?.
Yea. Definitely Maybe...
..if I have good company. Anybarrrdy? 100 bux for a night of good shit. (Maybe a lil less than hundred with concession) Wahahah. You gotta roll with it, you gotta take your time, you gotta say what you say don’t let anybody get in your way… (and be broke for awhile…awhile jerr)
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To the beach tomorrow! (again). The weather outlook doesnt look good although the last time we went (2 days ago), we managed to shoot the breeze, kill the ants, play some Uno, eat wasabe chips, swim in murky water and get stung by invisible things 'til around 2pm. If it rains we'll just go watch King Kong or sumthing. muahah.
Ok sounds like a plan.
(But we all knowww what plans do and what plans don't)
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 10:39 p.m.
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
hands down
I guess it didn't mean a thing.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 02:39 a.m.
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Sunday, December 18, 2005
come on baby blue, shake up your tired eyes
the world is waiting for you
Me: "sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind"
Devil's advocate: "sometimes you have to bullshit yourself to feel better"
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Ok..Confession.
you know what......?
I now know what love is.
*exhale*
you are my blisssss..
My...
dear...
Oatmeal Butter Prawns (Oh my Gawd-ness! You are the reason why I live to eat)
..and Oasis' beatle-esque latest single. (What a simple beautiful song *swoon*)
What can I say, I'm easy to please. hah!
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Watched the Tsunami documentary. H-o-r-r-i-f-i-c. Like I even need to spell it for you. While giant waves of black liquid bulldozed through the towns and bodies thrown like ants brushed off the sidewalk, hearing people screaming trembling prayers gave me goosebumps. Some old ladies in Banda Aceh were wailing "Subhanallah..Subhanallah.." with the intensity of doomsday emotions. Gooooooooooooooosebumps I tell ya.
It's uncanny that the indigenous people (the Onge) in the Little Andaman island(which was very near the epicentre of the quake) knew to take cover before the tsunami happened, when they have no technology whatsoever. As one of the tribesman explained, their ancestors taught them that "the land and the sea will always be fighting for territory" so at the sign of the earthquake, knowing this, they ran for cover deep into the jungle and waited patiently for the sea "to draw its new boundary". Everyone in the little island survived.
I dunno but there's something poetic about the tribe's simple respect for mother nature. hah. What do we know.
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I miss my oatmeal prawns already.
I will see you in my dreams.
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Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?
Sing it with me...
..let there be luvvvvv *sways a lighted lighter in the air* ...let there be lurrr-herv...
peace.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 11:38 p.m.
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Friday, December 16, 2005
we're doing fine we're doing nothing at all...
Was reading in bed and fell asleep and woke up at 730-ish pm. Wanted to drop by the library and sneak a peek at the “All booked out” event that Syarif was telling me bout but it started at 7pm. Gah! Decided to skip it I guess, besides, I woke up with this massive headache and an insane craving for fish n chips.
There weren’t painkillers in the house. So I carried the headache and took a walk to IMM. The funny thing is, when I reached Guardian, the headache was on the verge of dissipating. I could just imagine Mr headache sticking its tongue out and going “nanny nanny poo-poo” (in whatever form a headache might manifest itself – somehow I envisioned a headache to look like a black cloud with a sword of thunder stabbed in the middle). So I was thinking “should I buy, should I not buy, should I buy, should I not buy them painkillers.” While wrestling my fickled thoughts, well. Hellow. Mr headache came back with a grin I swear – so I bought them.
Popped the pills with bubble tea. Yum. Sweettalk rocks. I have created a new flavor of bubble tea for factory workers I think.
---While waiting patiently for my bubble tea---
Bubble tea auntie: “Blue COLLAR milk tea!”
Me: (In a meek subtle attempt to correct her) "Umm…ya I ordered blue CORAL milk tea”
Bubble tea auntie: “Ah lai blue COLLAR milk tea lai..”
Ok la. If you say so. I give up liao.
Then went to LJS. I asked the malay dude with blonde curly hair behind the counter if they sold just the fish pieces without the combo set. And he said a piece of fish would cost $2.30. Wah Piang. So I bought a takeaway set to satisfy my cravings. I asked for Iced lemon tea instead, he charged me 50 cents more. TSK. If I’d asked for Iced Milo it would’ve been 80 cents more. Whoat?! How come those gassy junk drinks costs cheaper?? Once I drink em all up, don’t matter sprite or spritzer, moet or milo, coke or cristol , once it gets into my tummy and goes out of my *ahem*…it will all be
worth(less) the same right. Hmph.
Ok think I’ll finish up on the book and yes, I don’t feel like answering calls tonight unless it’s………
oh well. Push the buttons at your own discretion.
Oh one more thing. You know what’s irritating? Having something that I’ve wanted to fend off keep coming in my face while the one thing I’ve been wanting to grab a hold of slips through my fingers…simultaneously....it’s a psychomotor-challenged juggle of emotions.
I wanna pull my hair………… But that will only make me bald.
So I’ll just anaesthetize myself to Chris Carrabba serenading me with lines like
“…this air is blessed, you share with me…”
”…this night is wild, so calm and dull…”
“…these hearts they race from self-control…”
“…my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me, so won’t you kill me, so I’d die happy…”
“…my heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury…or wear as jewelry…whichever you prefer…”
“…and I knew… that you meant it….that you meant it…..that you meant it….that you meant it (!!!)”
keep singing/screaming chris! Weeeeeoooooooo……*headbangs*
I have 4 versions of this song. For different moods I guess. Lurrrrve the one with Michael Stipe. All 4 versions rock.
I feel the need to purge somehow. I feel like “writing” a song tonight. It’s about karma (I believe in it and so it decides to bite me in the ass). Anyone wanna donate guitar riffs and a voice? Letbox?
So won’t you kill meeeeeeee….so I’d die happyyyyyy
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 11:08 p.m.
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Thursday, December 15, 2005
How to become a millionaire...
So CBS has given away 2 million bux with the end of Survivor and The Amazing Race. Boo-hoo, no more reality TV guilty pleasure on Wednesdays and Fridays for awhile. (oh wait, there’s a new season of ANTM replacing TAR. Yay!)
Anyways, I have since come up with the formula of how to be a millionaire with these two shows…from the winners….and losers.
--- How to win a Million dollars ---
Look hot and sizzling. (Linz brothers=sizzle x 3)
Know your geography a.k.a be very good with jigsaw puzzles
Run your ass to the finish line with allllll your backpacks (even though it’d be way easier to leave the bags behind) wot the heck is in that briefcase??
Be physically fit and very very skinny
Eat the sacred chicken that was burnt during a Mayan religious ritual.
---How to lose the Million dollars ---
Look like quadruplets (Run like {Siamese} quadruplets)
Be old and physically Unfit
Be a very kind homosexual
Be a very mean heterosexual
(so I guess the right combination is to be a very "mean homosexual" a.k.a Richard Hatch. O but I digress…)
Refuse to eat the sacred chicken that was burnt during a Mayan religious ritual
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It’s disgusting how they give away a million dollars just like that.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:39 a.m.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
"I went to the doctor, guess what he told me guess what he told me...
An old and often-disappearing friend and I were talking about jaded expectations. It's one of those things you just never learn to...learn.
How we draw our hopes and expectations in the sky and only end up kissing the ground floor of the tallest skyscraper at most. So sad eh.
I said, now I'm not expecting much from people, situations and the future anymore. It has burst its bubble on me one too many times. Now I'll just work on others' expectations of me. Others being the people whose expectations of me I choose to care about.
"Eh. That's even sadder dey."
Then how you tell me how?
I killed a metallic-looking bug with a shiny shell. Not so shiny when squashed. That's it, I'm going to hell aren't I.
Well I wasn't gonna let it make my car's air-con vent its final resting place. I ain't never gonna play host to a family of shiny bugs coming over to pay their respects!?
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Anyways, if you happen to be looking for furniture.. My uncle's got a booth goin on at the Expo Furniture Exhibition with his concept kueh lapis-looking plywood furniture designs. They're pretty sleek. Check 'em out here. The exhibition's on 'til the 18th.
Ok I'm off to work.
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..he said, girl, you better try to have fun
don't matter what you do.."
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 03:52 p.m.
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Monday, December 12, 2005
what I need from you is not available in stores.
boo!
Lots been hap'ning but I haven't been inspired to blog about 'em...not that they weren't fun and all..just..ok la..been lay-zeee to update.
Happy belated 21st to shazz_punkrock_ger_84 and happy belated belated birthday to aini_justcamebackfromshoppinglikemadinhongkong!! ok dah. all the mamasitas have turned 21 liao. We're all legal, Bay-beee...(and yes, like yan said, legal for what also I dunno). But hooray!
And also Happy 1st to my littlest cousin, who learned to walk just in time for his birthday. I wish they wouldn't grow up so fast. sigh.
I know it's a waste of time to complain that time is moving so fast but heck. TIME IS MOVING SO BLOODY FAST!
I'm in a blabbering mood. This is a blahblahblah entry. Typing whatever's at the top of my head thingy. sorry.
Oh, Chestnuts was quite hilarious...hahhaah..now thats what I call a giler babi sense of humor. Too short though.
I hope Liza remembers to buy crispy kreme donuts...and I hope it's still edible after the dunno how many hours flight and I hope she doesnt finish them all while on the plane. hehah. Looking forward ok.
Someone left a packet of cheese balls snack in the car..Iman, was it you? Ok ya I think it was. Thanx, am finishing up on it now. Why cannot leave like a 50-dollar note ker, I'd gladly finish that up too. muahahh
See, no matter how much I blabber, I'll come back to talking bout food...and then money.
Anyways, blabbering on..caught "Chicken Little" with the cousins the other day. It was so-so. Had one or two veryfunny moments only la and I so have to face the fact that I have outgrown kid films.
y'know what else, this 11-yr-old cousin of mine is obsessed with Cristiano Ronaldo and was gushing about how Ronaldo pointed his middle finger to the crowd at the last match.
Cousin:(in a groupie tone:)
"You know he pointed his middle finger??!!"
Me:(in a matter-of-factly tone)
"Ya lah, you told me already. What's so cool about that?"
Cousin:(in a more intense groupie tone)
"It's soooo cooool!!!"
Me:(in a "kid, I'm irritated with your groupie tone, cut it out" tone)
"It's stupid. It's what a silly boy would do. He's a boy la. Not a MAN."
Cousin:(in a "hnh. Who cares, I'm a girl going through my silly boy crushes phase" tone)
*shrugs*
Me:(in a "Oh ya ah, you're a girl going through your silly boy crushes phase" tone)
*thinks to self* "Oh my god, was that preachy? am I gonna be an uncool motha in the future??"
Of course a cool mom doesn't mean hosting a rave party and serving your daughter's underaged friends cigarettes and alcohol...
A cool mom will not have her daughter gush at a 20-year-old suspected rapist footballer who points his middle finger to the crowd.
Cool meh? Ok la maybe if I was eleven and didn't know any better, maybe just a tad...MAYBE la. And then again, hey, we're living in the misguided-adolescents era where the I-have-so-much-money-but-nothing-better-to-do Paris Hilton is *gasp* an icon? Anyhoo, hmph. I don't care I'm gonna be a cool mom. nyahah. My daughter will look up to Ghandi or something (but will still be allowed to go to a Linkin Park concert) wahahahah. Ok I should just shut up right now. zpppt.
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Ok that's it in this edition of blog-off-the-top-of-my-head. Until the blog-scratch itches again,
toodle-lay-hee-hoo.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:35 a.m.
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Tuesday, December 6, 2005
ask for the sea...
“When it’s too good to be true, it probably is.”
“You mean, when people are too good to be true, they probably are…false?”
“yea.”
“yea I never knew when to call up that doubt in people…it’s so much easier to believe it’s all good.”
“Of course…..until…it’s not.”
“And when it’s not?”
“Then it’s alllll true.”
“Hahaha…True….truuuue…tommy hilfiger True star”
“Haha...you drunk bitch.”
“Oooooh now you….. you’re too bad to be false….”
“hoorah. Ok so we’re good.”
“Wait, remind me again what’s good and what’s true?”
“umm….beer without alcohol. That’s good. But not true…I mean, someone walks into a café and orders a tall soy non-fat decaf latte with no foam and extra hot, and they get exactly what they want right? All I ask for at the bar is beer sans alcohol and I get this stupid stare. Hahahahah”
“…coz they think you’re drunk already..”
“hahahahahhahah”
“Laughter…laughter good…people bad...feel better?”
“Yea. Laughter’s good. Thanks. But I’m people too…”
...
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 04:56 p.m.
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