torrrrrible

i've been trying to acquire movies through torrents, and because i'm eternally cursed, they load at an amazing 1kbps. 1kbps if i'm lucky, or else it's 0. i really wonder how everyone else say that torrents are fast.

i spent almost one whole month (yes it's possible) downloading control, and then when it was finally complete, i found out that i couldn't open the file - further proof that i'm cursed.

more recently (today) i tried downloading dirty sexy money, mainly because of samaire armstrong, but again it's taking ages. fortunately i found an alternative source, so everything is going to be fine i hope.

indie shits

what would i do with $350? i said i'd buy a bike, but i realised that it's not such a good idea because the kind of bike i can get with that amount would be a pretty damn shitty one.

so what would i do with $350? yeah, i'd probably buy a shitload of cds. not exactly a shitload, only about 17 with that money.

anyway while on the topic of music, i realised that i've been drawn towards various indie shits recently. songs with lots of sounds that bounce right off, instead of getting drilled into my mind like the kind that i've always listened to.

after a while all the songs start to sound like one big mess and that's good for me because i don't really have to listen to enjoy it. they just float around and i pick up whatever i can, and it still sounds good. perhaps you could call it 'light' music.

'heavy' music would be things like bright eyes, because i have to really listen to it and it all becomes too much. sometimes when i don't listen, i don't even realise that the song had just been played. that's why i've only listened to their albums once since i bought them in december.

another reason is that heavy songs are usually rather depressing and i suppose that's not really good for my mental health, especially since i have to listen and every single word goes into my brain, not to say that indie shits aren't depressing but the difference is that i don't need to process the things they say.

what would i do with $350? i'd buy 17 cds worth of indie shits. in fact, i should do just that with my first ns salary.

there goes the sun

i frequently think about how the past 1.5 years would have been like if i weren't so stupid back then. how would life be right now if i were a bit smarter and chose to make different decisions?

all i know is that it would definitely be miles away from what i have now. but for better or worse? for all i know, this alternate perfect life i've been dreaming about would have turned out to be a nightmare.

i need to learn to be thankful for what i have now, rather than what i don't. perhaps if i'd gone on that alternate path, we'd be a million times worse off than now. maybe dead, maybe handicapped, maybe i'd be a drug addict and you'd be a prostitute to support my habit.

so many possibilities.

great moments

watch this scum pretend to wipe his nose so that the referee wouldn't see him saying "you fucking argie cunt." great to watch him miss that penalty and go on to cry like a little girl for the rest of the night.


i know tevez is no saint, but he looks so pitiful here.


"AHHH MY HEAD IS ON FIRE!"

sorry

i was watching american idol this morning and it was my first time seeing them sing. for a moment i thought the younger david was blind and/or had some eye problem because this is what he looks like when he sings...


i was thinking like "oh what an unfortunate kid," when suddenly HE OPENED HIS EYES! wow i didn't know he had such an ability. then i observed more of him singing and found out that his eyes are only open about 10% of the time. it's almost as though he can only open one ofrice at a time, so he can't open both his mouth and eyes at the same time.

i even went online to confirm that he wasn't really blind, but i only found more pictures to prove my 'one opened, one closed' theory.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (see #2, i bet he wouldn't have as many fans if he were still dressed like that)

i also found out that the theory also applies to his nostrils...


despite all my searching, this is the best image i could find of him singing with eyes opened.

a lovely dream

i was in a samurai swordfight with some enemies and my ally stabbed and slashed my stomach just as i was about to engage the last enemy because he thought we were going to die anyway as the enemy was too strong. unfortunately i killed the last enemy unharmed, and then lay on the ground dying from my stomach wound.

i could feel the warm blood gurgling in my throat from my internal bleeding and it wasn't really a good experience. i closed my eyes, preparing to die and somehow decided to reflect on my past. the only thing that came to my dying mind was that One Terrible Mistake (also known as One Remaining Issue) and i tried my best to forget it/forgive myself because i didn't want to die with this regret as i felt that it would be stuck with me for eternity.

so there i was, lying on the ground in darkness, choking on my own blood with a hole in my stomach and thinking about how the past was going to haunt me forever, and also about the eternal darkness that was going to befall soon when i finally expire. i woke up just as i was about to die, and for a moment i wondered if i was really dead and if this was the afterlife.

whistle whistle

"it's a major work of post-everything indie rock that has enough hooks, production genius, and emotional strength to make other rock acts (indie or otherwise) sound like they are just wasting everyone's time."
- allmusic

190

i was on the bus when a rather old and frail woman in front started coughing. there was an indian-looking man beside her and he turned to stroke/pat her back, and a chinese woman behind her who i deduce to be related to her did the same. i thought it was rather strange for the indian to do this since he appeared to be a stranger, until i realised he was probably part of the group.

anyway what i want to say is, does patting/stroking the back of someone who is coughing actually benefit the person? because i can't think of any instance when it has worked for me other than to cause more irritation.

i suppose the only way it would work was if they really smacked her hard in the back to assist in expelling whatever she was trying to cough out, but judging by how frail she looked, this smack would probably kill her so it kinda defeats the purpose.

in the end, god was smiling upon her and she stopped coughing (by herself or due to their assistance, i don't know) before any of them had the same idea as me and decided to start smacking her.

missing

i've been trying to think of the things i want (or try) to accomplish before i go away and i realised that there's really not much i want to do and also not much i can do in this short time.

instead i've been thinking more about the things i should do in 2 years' time, like further education (no school wants me), which bike to buy (my parents would disown me), and which girl to marry (no girl wants me).

well based on the way i'm making my plans, it's almost as though the next 2 years doesn't even exist.

no more no more

nowadays i get sleepy after my first beer and lose all will to drink thereafter. also i somehow managed to get a hyper-sensitive tooth that cannot be cured by any amount of sensodyne and it hurts like hell when there's cold stuff in my mouth. it even hurts when the wind blows. the body is disagreeing.

not meant to be

at night, there are always great ideas swimming around in my mind, stories about life and death, love and hate. they always sound so articulate and perfect but when i try to get them down, they dissipate and float away.

that's the reason you're reading this now and not something else that could possibly leave you in awe.

not noob

first of all let me say i'm currently watching/listening to jay chou on youtube, so pardon me if i'm giving off a gay vibe. you can watch the video here.

so that aside, today we completed the last leg of our poly adventure. having successfully going into RP, SP and TP, we went to NYP today to search for tammy but we didn't find her, only to see her at far east later that day. actually we didn't go there to look for tammy but we really did see her at far east...

oh, we also thought that we managed to eat fish and chips in all the polys, but realised that we didn't in RP and that spoiled the whole plan to have pick the best fish and chips of all the polys and give the shop owner a kiss. this is amazing because in 3 years at NP, i haven't eaten their fish and chips because it looks scary.

we didn't try to enter any lectures during our visits because we have already been bored to death by 3 years of lectures and didn't wish to do any more damage to our brains. there's no point in trying to torture ourselves.

another thing was that we tried to pretend to be students of the school, so occasionally we'd say things like "OH SHIT LATE FOR CLASS," etc to trick stupid people, and also try not to look at directional signs too much because that's a dead giveaway of a noob.

anyway i've concluded that each of the 5 polys are all unique in their building layout, which then gives off a different 'feel' to the whole school. this proves that architecture is very important in education.

for example, SP has very long and winding corridors that appear to be mazes designed to trap students in the campus for eternity. this may be the reason why their students all seem to be very strange, both in appearance and behaviour (sorry). and they also had a class called 'the science of feng shui' which is great and very strange, absolutely befitting to the school.

after this i think it's time to visit primary schools. i hope i still retain enough of my youthful looks to look 12.

champions

man utd just won the premier league an hour ago, which is great because i'm a supporter, but i've been wondering just why the fuck do i care?

they are a group of people playing football a thousand miles away. they are people whom i've never met and will probably never meet, and i'm sure i wouldn't even like some of them if i knew them. in short, their success and failures have absolutely nothing to do with me, which is the same to the millions of fans out there.

even more curious are the supporters of competitors in individual sports, like running, racing, tennis etc. perhaps it would be more acceptable to support a tennis player for his skills, but how about a runner? what's there to support? "oooh i love his fast legs!"

obviously it's great for all these sports people to have supporters because they are the ones that put the millions of dollars into their pockets, but i wonder what would happen if one day their fans come upon the same thought as me, and decide not to bother any more.

i think it would be rather funny, and we can also see who is in it for the love of the game, and who is in it for the love of the money and girls and and and.

perhaps it would be more understandable back in the old days when a football club had players who were actually from the same city and could be your friend or neighbour, so there would at least be a certain level of pride in watching them.

anyway let's put that aside, and just say OOOOOHHHHH YES CHAMPIONS AGAIN!

oh my beautiful one

afi 2003


afi 2006

which one do you like better? many people have been going on about how they've sold out and changed their image etc, but that's just growing up, isin't it?

looking like a dirty vagrant may be acceptable when you're younger, but no one with a functioning brain would want to remain like that when they're in their 30s. and guess what? they ARE in their 30s.

you can't always expect a band to make the same kind of music because that's just boring. to me, afi will always be my favourite band as long as they continue to make great music.

mum knows best

my mother told me that i should find a girlfriend while i'm still young. if i wait till i'm old, i may become one of those 'desperate singles' on newspapers whom the government is always encouraging to get married.

well i should have told her to find me one. somehow among all the people she knows, there is bound to be at least ONE hot chick. if there isin't then i think she should change her circle of friends to something more suitable for her son's future.

or perhaps i should have asked her just how do i go about finding a girlfriend? because obviously she's the one with all the skills and experience and probably have some age-old chick-hunting wisdom to share, and if i had the ability i would have found myself a hottie ages ago.

but but i didn't ask her any of the above. i merely laughed and she went on to tell me about her old old colleague who just married a china woman and is in the process of producing a child. maybe that's a sneak preview into my future...

crap

who to watch lost? i'm guessing many guys would, considering the two hot chicks on screen, things can't really get any better. after 3 seasons i'm still unable to decide which one i like better. they're both soooooo pretty.

however i am still not a big fan of the show, only big fan of the girls. why? because i find the show to be too long and too draggy. it is very unfortunate because otherwise i'd definitely have watched every single episode (five times) and got to see a whole lot more of those two beauties.

the dress looks nice on you

i think this song, along with senses fail's lady in a blue dress were the decisive factors that shaped my then (relatively) young mind into being attracted to girls in dresses.

there's just something so wonderfully feminine and attractive about it. a dress can turn a not-so-cute girl into a cute girl, and turn a cute girl into THE perfect girl. yeah, it's that powerful.

so powerful that in fact, a cute girl in a dress is even better than a cute girl without clothes on. perhaps i would need to retract this statement at some point in the future...

anyway i think i will die when i get to see a cute girl in braces wearing a dress. fortunately (or unfortunately) i haven't had the chance.

i'm losing it

at night i always stay up until my first yawn. after that i go to bed.

"destroy the spineless
show me it's real
wasting our last chance
to come away
just break the silence
'cause i’m drifting away
away from you"
new born - muse

three cheers for five years

well what better way to celebrate may day than by listening to (and watching) mayday parade?