ive been having a damned migraine for the past few days.
shits that wont be shitted.
work that cant be workeded.
teachers that cant teach (ok, so im just saying that to lengthen my rant)
cboxes that cant log in.
and lil' iris's 4th string just broke.
wtf. just when im dying with my pounding headaches my source of pleasure,
(apart from playing chinese chess o.o)
died on me.
booo.
oh. Linguini is tasty :D
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
A day out.
I went to Clarke Quay today for my class's *insert generic climatic ambience*
Geography Field Trip =O
Was total fun!
My classmates were told to gather at the atrium at 2.15pm afterschool so that Miss Poh, our geography teacher, could brief us on the tasks ahead.
So my team, comprising of lincoln, weilong, aloysius and muah, set off to Clarke Quay. Yes, on our own, since Miss Poh's thinking was along the lines of "Me. Students. Unglam. No."
We ran out of the school, as if we were in the Amazing Race, was a Rofl-isious moment. Cause all the kids around were like 'siao.'
Dropped off at Weilong's Place, to place our bags and rushed straight for the MRT station.
At the point in time Quan Feng's group, comprising of 2 non-colours, mingyi and engmeng, as well as Weijie, were ahead of the class, having alr reached the MRT station.
Boarding the 291, we ran into the rest of our classmates. Lincoln got touched by an auntie's umbrella =/
Alighting at the interchange, my group made a mad dash for the MRT, occasionally jumping up above the crowd, looking back at the rest of the class.
We were really in the Amazing Race mood o.o
We managed to catch the train headed towards City Hall. As did half of our class. The other half were just simply too late as the train rolled off. =DD
So now, we had 3 sections of people.
Quanfeng's group. Which were 4 stations ahead.
Our group + Diana's group and Ming Jun's group.
And Ivan's group and the rest of the ppl whom i forgot =DD
Lincoln gayed with his bunny.
(45 mins of boredom, understandable =D )
So when we all alighted at the City Hall Mrt Station, waiting to transfer train over to Dhoby, we realised that the next train would arrive in 11 mins, wtf =OOO
It was 3.22pm. We all had to reach Read Bridge, Clarke Quay, by 3.30pm.
It was a last ditch-effort. Muah team ran upstairs to take a taxi.
Good call. Cause the Taxi Driver of that Volkswagen was the coolest driver i've ever met.
We went into the spacious cabby. and the cabby had vulgarities flowing with his every sentence.
He was saying: ' Whoa, my cabbie is very popular de, but hard to get, im very popular with customers, midnight ah, 15 mins, zoop, go home alr' his singlish speak fitted in kinda cutely. ' Only the TP dont like me' 'TP?' Aloy asked. ' Traffic police la, u dunno ah, they see volkswagen taxi ah, straight aim one, see this guy with long hair and kanasai face, confirm chase me'
rofl.
He then pulled out of the taxi stand area, only to be blocked by cars, problem? no way. he then proceeded as if he owned the road, driving opposite the one way street, before doing a sharp turn to cut between two cars. Lol, really felt like a racecar, they way his engine reved. He drove dangerously, but that was what made it so fun!
He even checked out chicks as we drew by, comparing them with us. Lawl.
In less than 10 mins, we got to Clarke Quay. Thanked him and made off.
I give him the Best Cabbie Award for his social services.
We got to Read Bridge on time, beating Quanfeng's group, coming in 1st! Oh btw, there was no competition to begin with ._. was fun.
Miss Poh assigned us to Hooters. A bar catering to the clientele of 20 odd years. Their serving girls were ... Firm in ass-planation and had nice burger buns o.o Lol.
Ate lunch there =DD . and did research as well on the place.
( The toilet was filled with bikini babes =O )
(Us. After lunch =o )
Man the girl's were hot =/
And my burger was messy =X
So we finished up on the place and proceeded to just wonder about for awhile longer.
Walked by a bar that flashed random sexual jokes, caught this one.
So after climaxing, a sperm asked another,
"So how far is the fallopian tube from here?
The other sperm replied, "We've just passed the tonsils."
roflmao.
Came across this cafe, called C Clinic. Self-explanatory yea?
And many other random places of note.
.
After the day was over, Muah, Weilong and Lincoln went to watch Jumper.
9/10 =DD
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
(S) to be continued?
The moment she walked into the cafe, general chatter ceased. Dressed in a resplendent sapphire dress, the lady radiated a sense of great purpose...and charm. All eyes were on this stranger. Mine included. Her gaze fell on the bar and body followed, snaking through the patron-filled tables with so much grace that others could only have acquired from hours of rehearsal.
The lady sat down on the bar seat beside me. I looked away, intimidated, doing a double take as I noticed a sliver of metal running down her neck. It was a necklace, with the thin chain ending between her collarbones, just below her neck. There, hung a two designs that stirred feelings deep within, again, I looked away, down at my drink. Swirling my drink, I stared into my reflection, the churning of alcohol forming a semi-whirlpool effect distorted my image. I wanted to turn and talk to this mysterious woman, I wanted to know everything and anything about her. What was she doing in this town? And of her stature, compared to the hill-billies in the room?
Love. And music. Those where the motifs dangling on her necklace. Bitter-thoughts of my past started to rise. I pushed them down, ordering another shot of the drink. I needed to clear my mind.
Yet again, my thoughts drifted to her. What was it that I just couldn't let go of? I glanced sidewards, furtively. Our eyes met, locked. And I looked away, no, I just couldn't. My heart and mind conflicted. My mouth formed the words, yet my throat constricted. To my surprise, I found a hand on my arm, looking sideways, I stared into her eyes once more.
"Hi, I'm new here. Think you could show me around?" Relief from making a choice gripped me, turning with a sheepish smile, I cleared my throat...
The lady sat down on the bar seat beside me. I looked away, intimidated, doing a double take as I noticed a sliver of metal running down her neck. It was a necklace, with the thin chain ending between her collarbones, just below her neck. There, hung a two designs that stirred feelings deep within, again, I looked away, down at my drink. Swirling my drink, I stared into my reflection, the churning of alcohol forming a semi-whirlpool effect distorted my image. I wanted to turn and talk to this mysterious woman, I wanted to know everything and anything about her. What was she doing in this town? And of her stature, compared to the hill-billies in the room?
Love. And music. Those where the motifs dangling on her necklace. Bitter-thoughts of my past started to rise. I pushed them down, ordering another shot of the drink. I needed to clear my mind.
Yet again, my thoughts drifted to her. What was it that I just couldn't let go of? I glanced sidewards, furtively. Our eyes met, locked. And I looked away, no, I just couldn't. My heart and mind conflicted. My mouth formed the words, yet my throat constricted. To my surprise, I found a hand on my arm, looking sideways, I stared into her eyes once more.
"Hi, I'm new here. Think you could show me around?" Relief from making a choice gripped me, turning with a sheepish smile, I cleared my throat...
Sunday, February 17, 2008
(S) double pow-wow style!
;D I did two compos for Mrs Neo and Miss Tang ! ===> R33d !
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Age
Age. A word associated with many conundrums and paradoxes. So wide is its application that a simple reference of it in a sentence can bring joy or wistful longing to the recipient.
Such an application can be in the form of a person meaning well to a senior of slightly past...40 years of age. “You’re ageing well,” says the well-wisher. The senior bristles at the non-existent insult.
Talk about ageing to anyone in their forties and prepare to face a wall of uncomfortable silence. Yet, women say they like their men older, as they are stable in both financial and emotional states. This would be true, would it not? Naturally, the longer one lives, the more opportunity one has to grow in character and to earn money, however, when we look at the older men, they say, “I’ll give anything to be young again.”, reminiscing on their youth and all those mysterious young women that seemed to abound in that long-past era. Little know that they stand an equal or perhaps even a higher chance at their current standing.
It is also said that, to age, is to acquire wisdom. Many a times it has been preached to us by our parents; we should listen to them, for they know better. Yet again, this seems to hold some truth to it, as obviously, the longer we live, the more experiences we gain and ultimately, the more we learn. Does this not mean that older people are to be treasured due to the immense hoard of ‘wealth’ they possess? For knowledge is also said to be wealth. Surely we, younger people, have something to glean from our elders, our superiors? Then if so, why, in our current society nowadays, is filial piety on a declining trend. Why, are young teens disrespecting their elders, turning a deaf ear to invaluable advice? Do we not realise what we are losing out? Or has the investment in ‘wealth’ taken a turn for the bad in this changing of times. Does what the seniors know hold no truth or substance in this modern era? Like a rotting carcass, does knowledge age and decay, leaving nothing but a shadow of its former glory in the form of a skeleton?
So taking a step back, we have women who like older men and older men who want to be younger in order to get women. Elders, with their invaluable knowledge that young people seem unable to treasure. There are people who take ageing with a pinch of salt and others that are in plain denial. Yet, there are some things in this world that everyone can look to and say, yes, age has done this one good. One of those would of course be wine. Is it not valued in terms of age? It is common practice for people to purchase a bottle of wine, look at its age and if it is ‘old’, exclaim and say, “This is good wine!”
Age, a word so broad, that it fits topics from all walks of life. Truly, it is a word that brings about many conundrums and paradoxes, yet holds its share of pleasure.
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Teachers
My name is Bryan Freeman. Currently, I’m the top student in my year three cohort. Teachers use me as a good role model for everyone to emulate. Life at home and in school is stable. But it was not always the case, because you see, just a year ago, I was merely the second rank in my batch...second, from the back.
I was the school’s ‘Pai Kia’, a term commonly labelled to students that were, in their behaviour, more...expressive, notoriously of course. Not that my form teacher did much to curb my ‘free’ spirit. In fact, my form teacher was so lackadaisical in the conduct of her duties to a point that my class could go all out, falling short of rioting during class contact periods. Mrs Gahan, she despised us. Often hurting the class with her snide remarks on how ‘far’ we would make it in life, completely devoid of any pity.
Not surprisingly, we hated her as much, if not more. That was why in the week she was absent; our morale perked and then, was when a stranger changed my life.
Welcome Miss Tang, our relief teacher. In her first day of taking our class, she exuded warmth, warmth that we had never felt from Mrs Gahan. She interacted freely with the students and boosted their flagging spirits. Most of all, she respected us for who we were, and not what the school wanted us to conform to. Yet she held on to a measure of discipline, keeping our rowdy boys in check, if barely. Something that Mrs Gahan still had not managed to and most probably never will. She had heard about my...reputation in school and constantly talked to me. After awhile, I started feeling a close affinity to her. To me, she was the only one who truly understood what I was going through. Brought up in a broken household and abused by a father whose hands rarely held anything other than a can of beer, could really screw up a kid. Miss Tang showed me that however little we would like it to be, there was still some justice in this world. She managed to uphold the integrity of her profession.
Taking over lessons also meant that she taught us Physics, unlike Mrs Gahan, when we were unable to grasp the concepts of the lesson, she would go about it in another fashion till we caught on. Not to mention, she had a great sense of humour.
The week went by quickly, too quickly for anyone’s liking, before we knew it, Mrs Gahan was back. Inspired by Miss Tang’s engaging lessons, I continued working hard, even when the initial hype of her lessons dropped due to the sharp contrast of Mrs Gahan’s teaching. Pretty soon, I saw my subjects improving; I quit fooling in and after school. By the Mid-Year exams, I did well enough to rank in the second best class in the level. By year-end, I topped the standard. My family life improved after I sat down to talk things out with my father. Everything was changing.
Till this day, I hold Miss Tang in high esteem, admiring her willingness to go beyond the call of duty. That one week with her will forever remain etched in my memory.
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Age
Age. A word associated with many conundrums and paradoxes. So wide is its application that a simple reference of it in a sentence can bring joy or wistful longing to the recipient.
Such an application can be in the form of a person meaning well to a senior of slightly past...40 years of age. “You’re ageing well,” says the well-wisher. The senior bristles at the non-existent insult.
Talk about ageing to anyone in their forties and prepare to face a wall of uncomfortable silence. Yet, women say they like their men older, as they are stable in both financial and emotional states. This would be true, would it not? Naturally, the longer one lives, the more opportunity one has to grow in character and to earn money, however, when we look at the older men, they say, “I’ll give anything to be young again.”, reminiscing on their youth and all those mysterious young women that seemed to abound in that long-past era. Little know that they stand an equal or perhaps even a higher chance at their current standing.
It is also said that, to age, is to acquire wisdom. Many a times it has been preached to us by our parents; we should listen to them, for they know better. Yet again, this seems to hold some truth to it, as obviously, the longer we live, the more experiences we gain and ultimately, the more we learn. Does this not mean that older people are to be treasured due to the immense hoard of ‘wealth’ they possess? For knowledge is also said to be wealth. Surely we, younger people, have something to glean from our elders, our superiors? Then if so, why, in our current society nowadays, is filial piety on a declining trend. Why, are young teens disrespecting their elders, turning a deaf ear to invaluable advice? Do we not realise what we are losing out? Or has the investment in ‘wealth’ taken a turn for the bad in this changing of times. Does what the seniors know hold no truth or substance in this modern era? Like a rotting carcass, does knowledge age and decay, leaving nothing but a shadow of its former glory in the form of a skeleton?
So taking a step back, we have women who like older men and older men who want to be younger in order to get women. Elders, with their invaluable knowledge that young people seem unable to treasure. There are people who take ageing with a pinch of salt and others that are in plain denial. Yet, there are some things in this world that everyone can look to and say, yes, age has done this one good. One of those would of course be wine. Is it not valued in terms of age? It is common practice for people to purchase a bottle of wine, look at its age and if it is ‘old’, exclaim and say, “This is good wine!”
Age, a word so broad, that it fits topics from all walks of life. Truly, it is a word that brings about many conundrums and paradoxes, yet holds its share of pleasure.
====================================================================
Teachers
My name is Bryan Freeman. Currently, I’m the top student in my year three cohort. Teachers use me as a good role model for everyone to emulate. Life at home and in school is stable. But it was not always the case, because you see, just a year ago, I was merely the second rank in my batch...second, from the back.
I was the school’s ‘Pai Kia’, a term commonly labelled to students that were, in their behaviour, more...expressive, notoriously of course. Not that my form teacher did much to curb my ‘free’ spirit. In fact, my form teacher was so lackadaisical in the conduct of her duties to a point that my class could go all out, falling short of rioting during class contact periods. Mrs Gahan, she despised us. Often hurting the class with her snide remarks on how ‘far’ we would make it in life, completely devoid of any pity.
Not surprisingly, we hated her as much, if not more. That was why in the week she was absent; our morale perked and then, was when a stranger changed my life.
Welcome Miss Tang, our relief teacher. In her first day of taking our class, she exuded warmth, warmth that we had never felt from Mrs Gahan. She interacted freely with the students and boosted their flagging spirits. Most of all, she respected us for who we were, and not what the school wanted us to conform to. Yet she held on to a measure of discipline, keeping our rowdy boys in check, if barely. Something that Mrs Gahan still had not managed to and most probably never will. She had heard about my...reputation in school and constantly talked to me. After awhile, I started feeling a close affinity to her. To me, she was the only one who truly understood what I was going through. Brought up in a broken household and abused by a father whose hands rarely held anything other than a can of beer, could really screw up a kid. Miss Tang showed me that however little we would like it to be, there was still some justice in this world. She managed to uphold the integrity of her profession.
Taking over lessons also meant that she taught us Physics, unlike Mrs Gahan, when we were unable to grasp the concepts of the lesson, she would go about it in another fashion till we caught on. Not to mention, she had a great sense of humour.
The week went by quickly, too quickly for anyone’s liking, before we knew it, Mrs Gahan was back. Inspired by Miss Tang’s engaging lessons, I continued working hard, even when the initial hype of her lessons dropped due to the sharp contrast of Mrs Gahan’s teaching. Pretty soon, I saw my subjects improving; I quit fooling in and after school. By the Mid-Year exams, I did well enough to rank in the second best class in the level. By year-end, I topped the standard. My family life improved after I sat down to talk things out with my father. Everything was changing.
Till this day, I hold Miss Tang in high esteem, admiring her willingness to go beyond the call of duty. That one week with her will forever remain etched in my memory.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
'seconds' has a very weird definition...
omg. black was so goth. xO .
Tests and more tests coming up! suckehh.
Im going for my facial again today ;D
happy bday weilong! ( o.o)
Tests and more tests coming up! suckehh.
Im going for my facial again today ;D
happy bday weilong! ( o.o)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Yea ! So the initial hype of CNY is over =D
$$$$$$ =p
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And I'm down with the flu =/
Should recover by the morrow =D
So, I've spent a good half of the morning reading up on my Chem x.X, wordy shett =/ Gonna take a break for lunch and continue on it ;D
So much for a comeback post =p
all we know is falling . ohhh oh ohh.
$$$$$$ =p
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And I'm down with the flu =/
Should recover by the morrow =D
So, I've spent a good half of the morning reading up on my Chem x.X, wordy shett =/ Gonna take a break for lunch and continue on it ;D
So much for a comeback post =p
all we know is falling . ohhh oh ohh.
Friday, February 8, 2008
ca$h d4y. (k1ddi|\| )
So it's like first day of visitation?! :D
Ang pao ang pao duo duo lai ^^
Cam-Whored the entire day:
(At home)
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(In the lift) Yippie, whole family wearing stripes.
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(In the car)
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(At ahmaa's house)
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(At Burgerking, almost-dead)
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& im crap at blackjack >=( . Gambled away all me moneh =X
So im not supposed to let ppl knowwww. but what the heck =x .
Went to my father's friend's place.
Today I went steady with her ;D . wheeee. 802040 = 04 20 08 ;p gong xi fa cai!
They had karaoke session.
shes a cool girl =) . got over me committment fears alr ! lookin forward to a gr8 rs wit her ;D
My ears hurt.
Ilu baby ;)
Applaude for good attempt though.
Tmr's a free day! Me family's gonna go cycle in t3h morning. then go out in the afternoon to play
pool. I've asked Han along to join =D. After that him and I will head over to Zer's for dinner!
Gongxifacai!
Ang pao ang pao duo duo lai ^^
Cam-Whored the entire day:
(At home)
================================
(In the lift) Yippie, whole family wearing stripes.
================================
(In the car)
================================
(At ahmaa's house)
================================
(At Burgerking, almost-dead)
================================
& im crap at blackjack >=( . Gambled away all me moneh =X
So im not supposed to let ppl knowwww. but what the heck =x .
Went to my father's friend's place.
Today I went steady with her ;D . wheeee. 802040 = 04 20 08 ;p gong xi fa cai!
They had karaoke session.
shes a cool girl =) . got over me committment fears alr ! lookin forward to a gr8 rs wit her ;D
My ears hurt.
Ilu baby ;)
Applaude for good attempt though.
Tmr's a free day! Me family's gonna go cycle in t3h morning. then go out in the afternoon to play
pool. I've asked Han along to join =D. After that him and I will head over to Zer's for dinner!
Gongxifacai!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Ch1na n3w ye4r.
Yea!
It's CNY Eve and I just came back from a reunion dinner with me relatives.
Good meal but I'm gonna get FAT . G_g .
Yu Seng - Not Yi Sang =/
Food ftw.
Was at Safra earlier on, from 12 to 4. Played pool all the way, was totally off-form today due to several...distractions. lol.
Pool, an interesting game which purpose is to 'pot' a varying array of balls-according to game type- into 6 evenly-spaced holes using a long stick and a separate white ball. oooooo feisty ._.
Wahaha, crapped alot with sister today =D .
I HAVE NOT TOUCHED THE BOOKS IVE BORROWED. G _ G.
Am currently listening to Muse.
Good shet ;D
I feel like I'm going about this wrong. What else can I do,
it's probably just me but it aint gonna change the fact that it makes me feel fucked.
Over and done with,
here's to everyone having a great stretch of Hols,
Happy Chinese New Year! =)
&shestheone. <3
It's CNY Eve and I just came back from a reunion dinner with me relatives.
Good meal but I'm gonna get FAT . G_g .
Yu Seng - Not Yi Sang =/
Food ftw.
Was at Safra earlier on, from 12 to 4. Played pool all the way, was totally off-form today due to several...distractions. lol.
Pool, an interesting game which purpose is to 'pot' a varying array of balls-according to game type- into 6 evenly-spaced holes using a long stick and a separate white ball. oooooo feisty ._.
Wahaha, crapped alot with sister today =D .
I HAVE NOT TOUCHED THE BOOKS IVE BORROWED. G _ G.
Am currently listening to Muse.
Good shet ;D
I feel like I'm going about this wrong. What else can I do,
it's probably just me but it aint gonna change the fact that it makes me feel fucked.
Over and done with,
here's to everyone having a great stretch of Hols,
Happy Chinese New Year! =)
&shestheone. <3
everiday kl4ssic mom3nts.
'We've just got to love the work of them humanitarians'
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'They say a picture speaks a thousand words, but i guess
he's too busy for that now.'
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Was I just Cloverfield-ed?
It's not easy overcoming the age barrier.
Some guys and I decided to watch The Mist today. Moses and I did fine when checked for ID. Cheers for 16. Han was barred from entering the theaters, ouch. I even went to the extent to try to sweet talk the bouncer into closing one eye, din't work though. Did however, manage to 'smuggle' Hanwen and Quanfeng in. \/(^.^ )b . The worst thing was that Weichong made it past the 'border' . double ouchie to han ;p . Yet he opted to stay with Han and together they watched another movie, '27 Dresses'. Kawaii nehx ._.
The Mist
/Major Spoilers/
Like. Alright, I'll give it an 8.
The movie had a tense undercurrent throughout, mostly resulting from the low pitched thumping that resonated throughout most of the film.
So, I found out that the Monsters that had invaded the area was a Military Experiment gone wrong. (Cliche)
But here's where a novel ide - (or more like ripped off from Half-Life™) - eea comes in, it ain't the usual. 'Mad scientists experimenting on genetically-modifying (no, not food) creatures and pretty soon lose control over their experiments, leaving them to run rampant.' idea.
Instead, it's a group of scientists that believe that there are other dimensions co-existing with ours. By attempting to create a window, they aimed to have more insight on these...worlds. But when the Window became a Door?
Welcome to The Mist.
My absolute high point of the movie was when the Heretic Bitch was shot. Twice ^^. I kinda punched the air, hissing: Yes! , much to the amusement of the other viewers beside me. Die you misleading, psychodelical Bitch. ,,,';..;',,, rawr.
The ending was pretty much crap. Shan't talk more about it here. But , IF ONLY THEY HAD WAITED 15 SECONDS MORE.
Apart from that, the afternoon onwards was pretty much...crap.
iloveyou(:
Some guys and I decided to watch The Mist today. Moses and I did fine when checked for ID. Cheers for 16. Han was barred from entering the theaters, ouch. I even went to the extent to try to sweet talk the bouncer into closing one eye, din't work though. Did however, manage to 'smuggle' Hanwen and Quanfeng in. \/(^.^ )b . The worst thing was that Weichong made it past the 'border' . double ouchie to han ;p . Yet he opted to stay with Han and together they watched another movie, '27 Dresses'. Kawaii nehx ._.
The Mist
/Major Spoilers/
Like. Alright, I'll give it an 8.
The movie had a tense undercurrent throughout, mostly resulting from the low pitched thumping that resonated throughout most of the film.
So, I found out that the Monsters that had invaded the area was a Military Experiment gone wrong. (Cliche)
But here's where a novel ide - (or more like ripped off from Half-Life™) - eea comes in, it ain't the usual. 'Mad scientists experimenting on genetically-modifying (no, not food) creatures and pretty soon lose control over their experiments, leaving them to run rampant.' idea.
Instead, it's a group of scientists that believe that there are other dimensions co-existing with ours. By attempting to create a window, they aimed to have more insight on these...worlds. But when the Window became a Door?
Welcome to The Mist.
My absolute high point of the movie was when the Heretic Bitch was shot. Twice ^^. I kinda punched the air, hissing: Yes! , much to the amusement of the other viewers beside me. Die you misleading, psychodelical Bitch. ,,,';..;',,, rawr.
The ending was pretty much crap. Shan't talk more about it here. But , IF ONLY THEY HAD WAITED 15 SECONDS MORE.
Apart from that, the afternoon onwards was pretty much...crap.
iloveyou(:
Monday, February 4, 2008
Needle-muddle.
Hey y'all .
It's been a tremendously rough day. What with all the needle-phobia and such. Oh wait, I guess I haven't told you all about it have I?
Picture this. Bryan Freeman (me) finally makes up his mind two days ago to go for a facial treatment, boldly striding across asphalt. Every step resolute. For he was going to combat his pimple problem. A slight breeze caressed his face, as he surveyed his surroundings. This was the ideal spot for him. Roxy Square.
Ok. So some of you are trying to figure out, 'what the hell is he talking about?'. Well, the thing is, I don't know either. roflmao.
So anyway, I went for the facial treatment at Roxy Square. My facialist, (weird label but couldn't think of anything better), named Wendy started on me. It was alright at the start, with me going at some light banter with Jerome (another facialist o.o) and her. So this is how it went, I was told to lay down on this reclining chair and had eye-puffs(?) put over my -yes, obviously-eye. Then they washed my face in a most sensual way. Ahhhhhhh. Lol.
Anyone heard of the term, Micro-dermabrasion? Yes. I had it put on me. and No, its not as horrible as it sounds. Its like a miniature vacumn-cleaner tipped with diamond crystals. Efficient is it's middle name, as Wendy later showed me just how much dead skin it had cleaned from my face.
Then I had this weird machine put over my face. UV rays shot into my skin through another kind of crystal. Kinda like an electric zap each time. Wendy said: 'Time for your extraction.'. GG. Din't sound good. And rightly so. Quizzical, I questioned her on the procedure of such a task. 'Well, now I got to clear out your pores yea? So I'll have to use some needles.' laughing maniacally, she produced a 2-inch thick needle. (no im just kidding. not about the use o needles though.)
10 mins of intense pain left me in state of mixed feelings. Pleasure yet pain. If I've never believed these two feelings to manifest and co-exist at the same time, then today is the day I'm proven wrong. The pain was so great with the excruciating needles poking through my face that my body pumped out heaps of adreneline.
Then was sent into a semi-sleep induced state. Had to wear a mask for 20 mins =D
So thats my (not-so) horror recount on the first ever Facial Session that I've been to.
12 more sessions to go.
So I'm currently wearing a mask as I'm typing this. Am told it's healthyy ._.
I went to M. Yeo's place after that for a late-night 'party'.
Played at the swings at the nearby playground. Man do I have an issue with sand. Jing Han swung me high-high. lawl. I got freaked out by the height =O, slightly before that, Shaun was making all sorts of references with PRP . Well well Shaun, speak of the Debb..-Devil, sorry. Beat-boxing is SOO fun can. ;D (p.s. if you ain't getting it, don't take it too hard. All these references are insider stuff :s)
So btw, my class thought of an interesting class motto : dY/dX (lol yes, it's an Amath formula)
Daring , yet disciplined X-trodinaires ( damn. i k4ntsp3ll. ) Corny motto if you think about it but appreciate the amazing use of that acronym yea?
Alright.
Bryan signing off.
It's been a tremendously rough day. What with all the needle-phobia and such. Oh wait, I guess I haven't told you all about it have I?
Picture this. Bryan Freeman (me) finally makes up his mind two days ago to go for a facial treatment, boldly striding across asphalt. Every step resolute. For he was going to combat his pimple problem. A slight breeze caressed his face, as he surveyed his surroundings. This was the ideal spot for him. Roxy Square.
Ok. So some of you are trying to figure out, 'what the hell is he talking about?'. Well, the thing is, I don't know either. roflmao.
So anyway, I went for the facial treatment at Roxy Square. My facialist, (weird label but couldn't think of anything better), named Wendy started on me. It was alright at the start, with me going at some light banter with Jerome (another facialist o.o) and her. So this is how it went, I was told to lay down on this reclining chair and had eye-puffs(?) put over my -yes, obviously-eye. Then they washed my face in a most sensual way. Ahhhhhhh. Lol.
Anyone heard of the term, Micro-dermabrasion? Yes. I had it put on me. and No, its not as horrible as it sounds. Its like a miniature vacumn-cleaner tipped with diamond crystals. Efficient is it's middle name, as Wendy later showed me just how much dead skin it had cleaned from my face.
Then I had this weird machine put over my face. UV rays shot into my skin through another kind of crystal. Kinda like an electric zap each time. Wendy said: 'Time for your extraction.'. GG. Din't sound good. And rightly so. Quizzical, I questioned her on the procedure of such a task. 'Well, now I got to clear out your pores yea? So I'll have to use some needles.' laughing maniacally, she produced a 2-inch thick needle. (no im just kidding. not about the use o needles though.)
10 mins of intense pain left me in state of mixed feelings. Pleasure yet pain. If I've never believed these two feelings to manifest and co-exist at the same time, then today is the day I'm proven wrong. The pain was so great with the excruciating needles poking through my face that my body pumped out heaps of adreneline.
Then was sent into a semi-sleep induced state. Had to wear a mask for 20 mins =D
So thats my (not-so) horror recount on the first ever Facial Session that I've been to.
12 more sessions to go.
So I'm currently wearing a mask as I'm typing this. Am told it's healthyy ._.
I went to M. Yeo's place after that for a late-night 'party'.
Played at the swings at the nearby playground. Man do I have an issue with sand. Jing Han swung me high-high. lawl. I got freaked out by the height =O, slightly before that, Shaun was making all sorts of references with PRP . Well well Shaun, speak of the Debb..-Devil, sorry. Beat-boxing is SOO fun can. ;D (p.s. if you ain't getting it, don't take it too hard. All these references are insider stuff :s)
So btw, my class thought of an interesting class motto : dY/dX (lol yes, it's an Amath formula)
Daring , yet disciplined X-trodinaires ( damn. i k4ntsp3ll. ) Corny motto if you think about it but appreciate the amazing use of that acronym yea?
Alright.
Bryan signing off.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
p0st 1 :
Ok, I've decided. Got to start blogging again ;D
It's for the > good.
Pity though, lost all my archives from two-4-flinching.bs
Would make good nostalgic moments ;p .
But as Adam Khoo says,
The PAST doesn't equal to the FUTURE .
Woot. How much more random could that get .
Lets see, have you all noticed how irritating it gets when you go to a library and look to borrow a book? There will always be a case of, ' hey, this book looks interesting ', *reads synopsis*,
'Awesome, I'm going to borrow me this book'
'Aww crap, this ain't the first book'
In fact, it's the last book in the series/trilogy.
There goes the hope of a good read, dashed across rocks like how a self-preserving bird breaks the eggs of other variants, in hopes of increasing it's species survivability.
Come on! Like, we have a library quota of what, four books? Borrow the whole damned set wouldn't you? I wouldn't go home and read a book, only to be caught in a cliff hanger when I'm done and regretting not borrowing the other sequels.
Not only does this act keep one in uncomfortable suspense, it also acts as a killjoy to the rest of us. I mean, don't tempt us with the sequels! Ignorance is bliss in this case yes? We can always discover the books another day, heck, the library is here for an indefinite span of years. Surely it's more than enough time. =p
Just why people borrow just the first book eludes me. Sure they might not like the book after a good in-depth read. So they might not want to take the risk by using up their bookloan quota.
Firstly; If they found the book undesirable. Return it to the library then and borrow another book. Some people find it a hassel to bring multiple books up and down. I believe that nowadays. there are some man-made inventions which I think are called...Bags. Yea.
Secondly; If you ain't gonna risk investing in such ventures, then WHY borrow a book in a series. We have something called novels too =D . So some people might not have the time in their OH-SO busy schedules to sit down for a good read, yet feel the call of high-sea swashbuckling calling in their blood. Yes, the novels are waving to you too.
Do everyone a favour, read what you can digest -( no pun intended ) - and leave the heavy task of ploughing through trilogies to us =D
With that said,
I'm currently reading the Temeraire series and yes, I did borrow the trilogy ;D
Took me a good half hour to actually find a book that had following continuations available at that point in time.
Hooked onto : Paramore - Conspiracy, after chancing across a video of one of their performances. Damn, Hayley is hot, packing a powerhouse vocal as well. *drools*
Paramore - A pop, punk band, no overly screaming solos, gothic make up. This is all good, clean in-your-face, pump-it-up pop. Worth a good listen.
Also, practising on Lil' Iris (guitar), came across the tab for Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelins. Man are they Good. Been trying out the tab. Am impressed =D
I had a dream lastnight, more of nightmare. =/
I dreamt that she died . It was really disturbing.
Then i told her I had cancer just now. Lol =x
PRP tuesday =D
Alr then. Thats my 5 cents . Til tmr =)
It's for the > good.
Pity though, lost all my archives from two-4-flinching.bs
Would make good nostalgic moments ;p .
But as Adam Khoo says,
The PAST doesn't equal to the FUTURE .
Woot. How much more random could that get .
Lets see, have you all noticed how irritating it gets when you go to a library and look to borrow a book? There will always be a case of, ' hey, this book looks interesting ', *reads synopsis*,
'Awesome, I'm going to borrow me this book'
'Aww crap, this ain't the first book'
In fact, it's the last book in the series/trilogy.
There goes the hope of a good read, dashed across rocks like how a self-preserving bird breaks the eggs of other variants, in hopes of increasing it's species survivability.
Come on! Like, we have a library quota of what, four books? Borrow the whole damned set wouldn't you? I wouldn't go home and read a book, only to be caught in a cliff hanger when I'm done and regretting not borrowing the other sequels.
Not only does this act keep one in uncomfortable suspense, it also acts as a killjoy to the rest of us. I mean, don't tempt us with the sequels! Ignorance is bliss in this case yes? We can always discover the books another day, heck, the library is here for an indefinite span of years. Surely it's more than enough time. =p
Just why people borrow just the first book eludes me. Sure they might not like the book after a good in-depth read. So they might not want to take the risk by using up their bookloan quota.
Firstly; If they found the book undesirable. Return it to the library then and borrow another book. Some people find it a hassel to bring multiple books up and down. I believe that nowadays. there are some man-made inventions which I think are called...Bags. Yea.
Secondly; If you ain't gonna risk investing in such ventures, then WHY borrow a book in a series. We have something called novels too =D . So some people might not have the time in their OH-SO busy schedules to sit down for a good read, yet feel the call of high-sea swashbuckling calling in their blood. Yes, the novels are waving to you too.
Do everyone a favour, read what you can digest -( no pun intended ) - and leave the heavy task of ploughing through trilogies to us =D
With that said,
I'm currently reading the Temeraire series and yes, I did borrow the trilogy ;D
Took me a good half hour to actually find a book that had following continuations available at that point in time.
Hooked onto : Paramore - Conspiracy, after chancing across a video of one of their performances. Damn, Hayley is hot, packing a powerhouse vocal as well. *drools*
Paramore - A pop, punk band, no overly screaming solos, gothic make up. This is all good, clean in-your-face, pump-it-up pop. Worth a good listen.
Also, practising on Lil' Iris (guitar), came across the tab for Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelins. Man are they Good. Been trying out the tab. Am impressed =D
I had a dream lastnight, more of nightmare. =/
I dreamt that she died . It was really disturbing.
Then i told her I had cancer just now. Lol =x
PRP tuesday =D
Alr then. Thats my 5 cents . Til tmr =)
(S) I'm going to the Army in 3 years :(
Teenagers
Do you ever wonder why, although the same age group, some of us are called teenagers and some, young adults?
Think young adult and what is the first thing that comes to mind? A smartly-dressed young man with obvious manners and upbringing, who carries himself well in society, making mature decisions that benefit the majority, morally sound ones at that. Someone we can trust. Trust, to do the work assigned to them, being resourceful in times of confusion. That would be an ideal young adult.
Then we think about teenagers. Unruly bunch of children who couldn’t give a thought about the well-being of others, caught up in their own personal pleasures and childish arguments with other like-teenagers. Dressed up in the latest fashion trends and constantly rebelling against their teachers and disobeying the rules.
But in retrospect, it all comes down to one thing, mentality. What defines mentality? Mentality is the way of thought of people and their outlook on things, or their perspective. What is a teenager’s mentality? Having fun, only living for the moment and not taking any responsibility for their actions. This then relates to maturity. What is maturity? It is the state in which an individual can take a step back and based on slow and careful consideration in accord to the society’s ethics, think about the wisest course of action that has the most beneficial long-term results. Take that and compare it to a teenagers perspective and it appears that the two are incompatible.
However, when we take maturity and look at a young adult, the results are strikingly similar.
It is why when we young kids act rashly, adults coin our actions as ‘a passing phase’. Yes, we children do mature, just that the rate of it differs from each individual. What affects or decides, our transition from children to either the branch of teenager or the branch of young adult? Understandably, society plays a huge role in our development. Yet, in the grand scheme of all things, in time, we teenagers, will merge with those young adults to become mature adults in our own rightful way.
Do you ever wonder why, although the same age group, some of us are called teenagers and some, young adults?
Think young adult and what is the first thing that comes to mind? A smartly-dressed young man with obvious manners and upbringing, who carries himself well in society, making mature decisions that benefit the majority, morally sound ones at that. Someone we can trust. Trust, to do the work assigned to them, being resourceful in times of confusion. That would be an ideal young adult.
Then we think about teenagers. Unruly bunch of children who couldn’t give a thought about the well-being of others, caught up in their own personal pleasures and childish arguments with other like-teenagers. Dressed up in the latest fashion trends and constantly rebelling against their teachers and disobeying the rules.
But in retrospect, it all comes down to one thing, mentality. What defines mentality? Mentality is the way of thought of people and their outlook on things, or their perspective. What is a teenager’s mentality? Having fun, only living for the moment and not taking any responsibility for their actions. This then relates to maturity. What is maturity? It is the state in which an individual can take a step back and based on slow and careful consideration in accord to the society’s ethics, think about the wisest course of action that has the most beneficial long-term results. Take that and compare it to a teenagers perspective and it appears that the two are incompatible.
However, when we take maturity and look at a young adult, the results are strikingly similar.
It is why when we young kids act rashly, adults coin our actions as ‘a passing phase’. Yes, we children do mature, just that the rate of it differs from each individual. What affects or decides, our transition from children to either the branch of teenager or the branch of young adult? Understandably, society plays a huge role in our development. Yet, in the grand scheme of all things, in time, we teenagers, will merge with those young adults to become mature adults in our own rightful way.
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