Omar's Clinic

Sardelac Crematorium

2009-07-20T00:10:00.005+08:00

To oneself that has not been updating this wastage of a space, I sincerly apologize, dear visitors for the lack of commitment to this site. I'd half forgotten I have this to begin with! Such subtle impact blogger.com has become, hasn't it?

Henceforth, this blog will be in a permanent comatose and lay waste in the dustiness of binaries and hexadecimals.

I kid.

Probably a random update, maybe?

On a final note: do i have to remind you that being the minority in humankind has not been simple? do take note that i am tired of this constant babysitting of your naivite.

enough!

flar lar lar

2009-01-12T15:38:00.004+08:00

It's the last day of my break.

I have to get it inside my head that whatever I do, should do better. It's always "there's tomorrow" or "maybe in five minutes time" that always gets me into knee deep shits.

I get the job done, yes, but always not of the intended quality.

I already know the way out but, holding it off is so much easier.

On a final note: Going down the same path as your predecessors is always a bad idea.

the cold hard pit

2008-10-20T22:05:00.002+08:00

languishing in the mid-autumn has never been so, what's the word, refreshing?

apart from my already shitty day, home is always like a welcoming committee; slowly and gently coaxing you to comfort.

shitty. done unto myself most of the time and yet i want it to seem that others were the ones that did it to me. the saying "do unto others what ye want others to do unto ye" has never been so clear till now.

honestly, i was apprenshive about what to write. but i think i haven't lost the touch of stringing nonsensical phrases yet still sounding comprehensible. at least to me.

suddenly Odysseus came into mind. i wonder what he looked like in person. he was a crafty man. i think he has fox ears. and red hair but with white streaks.

and forgive these absolutely irrelevant sentences. i'm just warming up for the next day. have to keep the right brain sharp and shiny.

or was it the left? details, pah.

on a final note: WoW is next to cleanliness which is next to godliness.

how those came into play, one might wonder. hard.

The day I was conscripted (And many other tales).

2008-06-23T21:43:00.009+08:00

I was conscripted. After months (minutes actually) of defiant lashings at the government, I succumbed and went along like the many sheep we are.

Though my first week trudged along like the scrapings of nails on chalkboards, it wasn't without its share of "zomg" moments. The usual "Meet the People" was as cliched as it will ever be. Getting to know everyone even though they don't concern me much was puzzling to say the least. Apprehension was at the top of my list when I'm in an alien environment. Can't help it, self-defense. So I kept to myself for the first few days and slowly warmed up to them.

Like the geek I am, my first question was either: Hey, do you play any games or do you read any comics? Went well with some and obviously not with others. I think they've accepted me as a colleague. Which is good!

Diverging from that boring topic, I'm now using a browser called Opera. Now, don't be fooled by its name, that thing is bloody fast. I don't know what magic developer codes they used (my guess will be: < magic> makefastfastbrowser=if true: make fastfast, if false: change to stupid IE < /magic> ) but it's god damned fast.

And being the l337 fucker at gaming (falsehood), I'm championing a 90+ hours of gameplay on Pyro in Team Fortress 2. I'm extremely proud of it.

That sounded extremely pathetic at second glance. gah.

On a final note: Still more to cover but.

Tomorrow perhaps?

ampersand

2008-04-02T18:24:00.003+08:00

oh, hi.

the long hiatus was uncalled for as my creative juices were channel to something else(my disastrous fyp) but i've returned in full form and all-fleshiness.

it's life without those pesky little nuances like, say, runny-nose or that itch in your back that you can't seem to reach or malicious viruses that minIMIZES EACH AND EVERYWINDOWYOUOPENANDTHENCLOSETHEMANDTHENOPENNEWONESANDTHEN -- *breathe* sigh.

things like that. makes me. an angry person.

and i know whose responsible. i can't talk here as i know they're watching me. and damn them for doing that. you should be sued.

that said, i've finish reading a TPB a couple of weeks if not months ago called: Y The Last Man and, as you've guessed it, it's about this guy named Yorick whose --yes, you know why. so the story is Yorick along with his pet monkey Ampersand were the only male mammal survivors after a gendercide that swept globally simultaneouly. sounds implausible but i assure you, the reasoning behind it is quite the good one. so he's the reluctant hero who sought the truth on what happened and that got him into a whole lotta mess. and he did took advantage of the situation but not a whole lot. and its a smart thing too that he didn't.

the artwork is really easy to get into. its colour palette were fantastically chosen and models(especially the women) were gorgeously drawn. the characters were one of the memorable i've read in my six months of TPB reading(i know, i'm a noob) and overall, i'd place this under my ancient archives for 2068. thumbs up!

on a final note: i need a fresh reboot on the woonloong mammoth(its what i call my laptop). and its only been a year!

dang.

to 'urt ze samunrai

2008-03-04T00:08:00.003+08:00

and just like that, everything was over.

as of 5th of March '08. i am a graduate of College East.

freedom never sounded so daunting. the thought of work; oh woe is me.

and damn conscription. what are we, 1873?

abolish conscription, please?

on a final note: I HATE WORKING.

and conscription.

a shimmer's delight

2008-03-02T21:08:00.005+08:00

an ominous cloud of clanging metal and oil loomed by. Cassandra unwaveringly stood there, casting her venomous gaze upon them, smiling, enjoying the sight. for in mere minutes, she would die, facing the hordes of what looked like ants now.

she smiled. and leaped. and killed. and bled.

how she wished that Daius were to see her; how she danced in sweat and leather, how she graced amongst chunks of metal and how she sliced them like frozen meats.

by sunset, most of them were dead. Cassandra, weary but unfathomable by their numbers, kept on.

how Daius wished she would just stop for a moment and see him see her. but Daius is already dead. and so shall she, in moments' time.

her arms were on the floor, she saw them fell when something cut it. they subdued her.

writhing in defiance, she looked. they smiled at each other. she braced herself.

with a single tug, she was naked and in a flurry of motion, she was pinned, raped and groped. she felt good, but Daius was still her first, and her last. he smiled.

and they were satisfied and flung her meat into The Mouth. and they danced while Cassandra's thick blood oozed down their cold cheeks.

on a final note: love and remembrance are carried through death.

how i wish that was true.

Sandman- issue #08

2008-01-27T19:50:00.000+08:00

death is before me today:
like the recovery of a sick man,
like going forth into a garden after sickness.

death is before me today:
like the odour of myrrn,
like sitting under a sail in a good wind.

death is before me today:
like the course of a stream,
like the return of a man fro the war-galleyto his house.

death is before me today:
like the home a man longs to see,
after years spent as a captive.

on a final note: fear not death, as it is as natural as birth itself.

TGIF

2008-01-26T19:07:00.000+08:00

so i read this comic boo -- correction, this trade paperback(TPB) called Fables (Vertigo).

what's a TPB?! you insolent fools!

well, it's just a comic book printed on fine ass piece of paper and with better presentation. haha.

i degressed.

so, Fables (Vertigo). it's a twisted take on all of your fairytale characters i.e. Pinocchio, Goldilocks & the Three Bears etc, slabbed up into a fantastic, orgasmic bloody t-bone steak, served with dijon mustard and all profanity and porn fetishes(i lied) known to man. Snow Queen never looked so hot before.

not spoiling anything for anyone but, Old King Cole's the mayor and Red Riding Hood was actually bad but then she was good and Jack and the Beanstalk was actually John and Snow White had sex with Big Bad Wolf(Bigby) and had kids and -- oh shit! spoilerssss

on a final note: i need a gaming rig ffs! playing TFT2 in this laptop is a downer.

horus' eye

2008-01-04T22:08:00.000+08:00

i need a perfect, fantastical utopia where unicorns are silver white and elven chicks are ready to fuck. /nerd

i feel empty lately. even going out is a chore.

it's apparent to me what seem to be the root of it, but, i dunno.

solving it isn't really possible. it's a multitude of thoughts that make it all the more complex.

and we all know that compexity isn't very good.

on a final note: i m dprsd

oi jata

2007-12-13T09:06:00.000+08:00

enso has got to be the most great thing that happened to me this week. it's simplistic usage and it's why-didn't-i-think-of-that concept is just drop dead ingenuity.

i hope it's cold here in mundapore(mundane+singapore. albeit uninspiring, but i'll work on it) everyday. it's nice to have cold weather when you're someone like me.

and speaking about singapore, i heard that 2012 is doomsday

now how many times did they said that it's nigh?

let's see... 1, 45, 117... yes 117 times. i'm just making up numbers but that's just how many times i believe that god actually answered prayers in the span of his gabillionty years of living.

oh wait, yes.

zing!

i'll get hate responds from my fellow friends due to that last comment for sure! touchy, aren't we?

on a final note: zesty melons are great when fried with milk.

thus, zesty melon with fried milk!

what? nevermind.

The Corporation

2007-12-11T17:59:00.000+08:00

http://www.freedocumentaries.org/theatre.php?id=859&wh=1000x720

an extremly disturbing fact about modern capitalism.

i really felt that we're doomed after watching this.

i'm really bad at expressing but watch this and witness our death.

on a final note: what are we even doing.

ambiguity in pervasive entrance

2007-12-09T19:08:00.000+08:00

somehow, seeing Metal Gear Solid 4's trailer brings me that old, familiar feeling. made me feel happy and safe. strange.

and damn Sid Meier for making addictive games. damn him! lol but he's a nice guy. i love your games Sid!

and when i get my car licence(like in 2169) and enough money(like in 2169), i'll have to get me one of those Ford Sync car. it's all voice activated and all that future tech stuff. though i wish it had the holo-dashboard HUD. that'll be cool.

and Mademoiselle K kinda sounds like Franz Ferdinand. so if you like Franz, you'll like K. it's also nice to know that she's french. and hot.

on a final note: i hold no love for the project anymore. it's gone down.

Kyoto, here i come.

em 8

2007-11-26T17:14:00.000+08:00

something i made for my fyp. it took me a couple of minutes to piece everything together. though this was way off from the ideas that i sketched down, it has a very quaint japanese feeling to it, which i like. dunno whether the lecturer will accept this though.

the logo was made with entirely brackets and the "^" sign. i chose teal due to it's freshness. i like the font but if anyone disagrees, i might change it.

on a final note: i can't plan (i.e. mind-map and all the shit). this product was purely out of the blue. i guess i can't work in the designing industry after all...

fux j00

2007-11-10T21:56:00.000+08:00

they should just ban the fucking consription and concentrate on the arts scene instead.

deterrence. meh.

oh~ at least when they attack we'll go down with a bite~~ /sarcasm.

a fucking bite? i was thinking more like total fucking annhilation and destruction and torn limbs and uber pwnage, not a fucking peck.

conscription my ass. that's what you get for being peudo-democratic. motions that are waxed out into something obscene than distasteful.

fuck, screw this, i'm moving overseas.

on a final note: just drop that fake accent, idiot. rattling away like a prancing ninny.

and ban re-runs too. stupid titanic. that's the millionth time already! enough!

tall, tall transparent flowery glass

2007-10-20T17:03:00.000+08:00

in retrospect, i learnt that being a human being - a "normal" one - would be to cookie cut yourself into others' persona which will in turn guarantee acceptance and embracement into their lives. and doing so, decreases your true nature and all originality previously gained via DNA or parental upbringing.

society has a way of making one a carbon copy of each other in relative of a situation. walk down the streets and you rarely see people making a hootnanny of themselves. that's because society forbids them self into doing what they want, really. but if one were to be a jester, again in accordance to a given situation, one will gain ostracization. a definite no-no in all metropolitan life.

but normality has gain such kingship that being normal is in actuality an illusion. one has to think beyond oneself to fully act as one's self; being selfish is not one good example. it restricts other's interest and therefore giving you cold shoulders and receiving first place at the bottom of the food chain.

but that's where the sub-conscience comes into play. but that's another story, for another time.

on a final note: yet another abstract entry. i've gotta go out more often than not.

but don't worry, i'm just being a pseudo philosopher. dont' try to understand it(the entry).

we're gonna be sinking soon

2007-10-12T12:50:00.000+08:00

everybody hold your breath.

raya. how i wish to skip the whole messy, tiring, frustrating ordeal. people you know or hardly know would suddenly be at your house and you'll have to serve them regardless.

and i hate serving. and entertaining.

but give me money and i might change my perspective.

and just for the sake of it, running errands, no matter how small they are, is an annoyance and a hindrance to my already leisured lifestyle. i'm so in need a a hectic schedule.

but not now.

on a final note: on a final note.

echoes, silence, patience & grace

2007-09-22T12:47:00.000+08:00

I had high hopes for Foo Fighter's latest album (title). Wasn't really much of a fan for the first track but I gradually learned to liked it. I originally thought it felt like the album One by One which, in my opinion, felt rushed and incomplete.

So I yield into my temptations and listened to their thirty second intro in youtube and i gotta say, the album really sounded good. The impression I got fron The Ballad of the Beaconsfield Miners is that it sounded a lot like what Norah Jones might write. Matter of fact, most of the acoustics in that album sounds country, I think.

I was hoping for it to be almost like Colors & Shapes or TiNLTL (had to keep it short, it's a really long album title) but what the hay, a band's gotta change it sound, gotta evolve.

on a final note: at last! an entry that's comprehensible! thank bob.

the one with the art deco

2007-09-15T10:37:00.000+08:00

how do you capture the essence of art deco?

i really need to implement the style into my fyp.

Bioshock's a great reference.

argh still can't figure how to.

anyone to help me with it?

on a final note: laptop coolerrr i need you la.

gone fishing

2007-09-11T12:01:00.000+08:00

you know what? fuck deterrence.

bloody conscription's a bloody waste.

i think the word civilization is synonym for war.

if only the world had a central governing body and not these segregated ideologies and stupid money hungry capitalists.

switch back to communism, we have ourselves lazy bastards.

ah, the human nature.

still waiting for that divine intervention, god.

you there?

on a final note: no need to bridge the gap between the rich and the poor. what we need is a global economic restructuring.

to which the economists will ridicule me for saying this.

headless

2007-09-05T20:17:00.000+08:00

headphone's not working.

speaker's down.

and then i've to stick to my crappy laptop speakers.

oh the mundane horror.

on a final note: i've to really start to not to be or not to be lazy.

and i need nightfall. dervish mmbebeh.

sides and abide

2007-08-07T22:50:00.000+08:00

entering the scene: a man sat glued to his chair.

the crowd skeptical of his performance, fumbled for their hands and clapped.

the man bowed his head and starts wobbling his hands.

the crowd awaited his forthcoming, gasped and googlie eyed and began whispering in hushed tones.

they than set to the stage, knives and words at hand, slashing his already red, watery eyes.

end scene.

on a final note: apologies for this abstract entry.

nothing spectacular to've yet happening to me, it seems.

priori incantatem

2007-07-30T21:50:00.001+08:00

and after a fraction of time well spent in front of a totem, one realize that he is, in fact, part of a whole solar system circumnavigating the whole wheat field which lie burnt at the hands of a mere tick.

and then; another. well done.

fireworks and what? oh it's just the air brushing against your legs.

on a final note: gold isn't exactly gold when tempered and synthesized and hypothesized into a misshapen blob.

oh well, to each his own.

fighted

2007-07-06T17:21:00.000+08:00

every single time that i watched Skin & Bones, i get an immense euphoric surge.

probably due to it's art direction. or maybe it's song arrangement.

or maybe the line-up; or maybe, everything!

on a final note: i'll never achieve that state of grandeur they have.

epic shit!

yaho.

2007-07-02T10:47:00.000+08:00

i'm looking for a tv series that's epic, convoluted, many over and under arches, great character evolution and of course, pretty babes.

preferably sci-fi, thank you.

GET TO WORK WRITERS! NOW!

on a final note: and i want Dave Grohl to direct it.

le poster

2007-06-28T20:02:00.000+08:00

a desperate attempt to get extra cca points and recognition.

where the fuck are you?

2007-06-27T13:09:00.000+08:00

for over a month's worth of hiatus, this is a start.

on a final note: i'll name my daughter adelina and my son m'boma.

lol

yang & yang

2007-05-28T09:48:00.000+08:00

wrought in steel and blood and turtle shells.

the pact has been signed.

the world's death, nigh.

and still humanity cling onto fantasies.

humorous though.

on a final note: genemeade elegy.

a clergy in it rawest form.

non sequitor

2007-05-20T15:06:00.000+08:00

the incas posed a threat to western humanity's already close mindedness.

and with that insured, a centennial war began.

as their lust for war raged on, it bred a new disease.

planktons and trees, stumble and fall, onto their knees, begging, pleading to stop the raw savagery.

and so they died.

on a final note: opium for the masses.

you who know the meaning, i agree with thee.

then new theme

2007-05-13T11:34:00.000+08:00

As a Block.

on a final note: a logical sequel to As a Stick.

hey man look at me, i'm on the radio

2007-05-06T00:00:00.000+08:00

the laptop's been a great asset to me.

part music/video player part digital arts machine on the go.

though i'm still unhappy with it's gfx card. wish i'd the money to upgrade it.

but hey, the feeling's so pure, it'll leave you wanting for more!

on a final note: snap! radio talkshow's next.

still haven't got the script yet!

io

2007-05-04T10:03:00.000+08:00

you're a tombstone in the mud

playing twister in the bubble

again

on a final note: end scene

lappie mappie happie

2007-04-29T13:31:00.000+08:00

3 days to a new laptop!

here's the spec:
Intel Core 2 Duo 1.83MHZ processors
2GB DDR2
Nvidia 7300
120GB of space
Windows Vista Home
(not sure whether it's basic or premium. planning buy ultimate in the near future so what the hay)

and i think it's just a 15~17" 4:3 screen. but that's ok! cause if i buy a VGA cable and plug it on my tv outside, presto! a 32" widescreen!

does anyone know whether the laptop cooler rocks? if it does, i might be getting that and of course, a fancy usb mouse and a sennheisser headphone to subsititute for my stupid 2.0 speakers.

i love technology.

on a final note: the Courts Megastore is kinda huge. but i love their level 3. chocked full of IT stuffs for a geek like me.

and i saw a 100" 1080p widescreen there too. it's Samsung and it's huge and pretty and very heavy. and it's black too.

RRIIPP YYOOUURR MMAA

2007-04-22T10:50:00.000+08:00

Hello, Chiru here.

Are you tired? Feeling like a zombie? Why not try Salty Shanty's One Shot Tea? It will give you the energy you need to watch hours of Youtube clips!

Goes great with salad and wasabi, too!

If you're tired of pumping Ovaltine, stop by any new deli or participating Papa's Restaurant and have a mug! My buddy Chester Rowe and I enjoy it together, especially on yardless days. So calm down, park that comfy shin guard armor and try some today.

Don't be a girly man!

on a final note: you'll get it when you see this: http://youtube.com/watch?v=TtJRNyPK-lc

isn't astral physics

2007-04-21T14:34:00.000+08:00

after months of unintelligible entries, i've decided to turn anew.

skewing aside ambigious notions of about daily lives and the likes, i'll have a point in serious narration.

then again, going through different phases is nature.

but i will be, undoubtly, continue hinting on what's who and when's where.

on a final note: libidi-di-di-dooo~

i did a doo-doo~

grr.

2007-04-19T21:41:00.000+08:00

i've had it with Big Brother calling the shots on what's right and what's wrong.

we elected them. we pay for their salaries. we're their boss. they work for us.

yet they lie and cheat and rob us of precious information, lives and money.

and while i'm at it, fuck society for making what we are now.

who are you to say what's in and what's not. fuck you assholes.

fuck you rich people. fuck that bitch who thinks that "shit, they're too fugly" or "god, i'm so pretty and everyone else just sucks".

fuck that teacher who punished me for nothing cause he thinks it's doing me good but in fact it's not and i just went on obliging him cause i was fucking weak and a fucking coward cause i couldn't stand for myself and i hate it you prick. i won't forget nor forgive that act of terror you asshole.

fuck economic inflation. fuck terrorism. you terrorist should all die you worthless zealots.fuck currency. fuck racism. fuck sexism. fuck mean children who'll grow up into meaner adults. you should die you tiny maggots. mean piece of shits. and fuck people who judge and laugh at people who look different. words hurt motherfuckers.

on a final note: and fuck you if you flag this blog.

i'll just make another blog/account shithead.

stupid fucking censorship.

dai pinch!

2007-04-19T14:12:00.000+08:00

a stinking 3 won't do.

now that goals are set, what's left is going through the process.

tedious. but necessary.

hail idiosyncrasies!

on a final note: RAMs... bah-hum-bargh

stupid technology.

new is good. old is better.

2007-04-16T22:25:00.000+08:00

new semester.

new modules.great modules.

but old classmates.great classmates.

videography, here i come!

on a final note: i'm the next Mao.

go figure.

Homo retardus

2007-04-06T21:51:00.000+08:00

ho-mo re-tar-dus p.[hoh-moh ree-tar-daes] -noun

the species of bipedal primates to which modern mats & minahs belong, characterized by a brain capacity averaging 100 cc (5 cubic in.) and by dependence upon aggression and the creation and utilization of inferior verbal/social skills.
Humankind. -ish.

[Origin: circa 2000 – hopefully end of 2008; irrational man]

on a final note: yet another fine example to the deterioration of the humankind.

sigh.

10N = 1KG

2007-04-06T01:11:00.000+08:00

i totaly forgot how to do physics!

oh well, whatever. nevermind.

2007-03-30T00:02:00.000+08:00

the_big_bang

i'll update this. i don't think it's well done.

just feel like sharing first.

i hunger for more, shivler shurferrrr

2007-03-28T19:38:00.000+08:00

i need an slr to maximise my creative potential.

doing vectoral arts are fun but it gets mundane over time.

i wonder what it's like converting raw images.

the 30D/D80 series'll be a good start.

now i'm asking too much.

on a final note: loveholic + photoshop = satisfying products.

folicle escapade

2007-03-25T12:56:00.000+08:00

anyone to teach me advanced guitar techniques?

i'm a quick learner, you know...

on a final note: shield your for your eyes, a beast in the well of your hand.

shieldforyoureyeshieldforyoureyeshieldforyoureye

*phaser*

H.R.M

2007-03-21T20:24:00.000+08:00

the royal house crest of Shaquet

[feeling sia!]

the nanny state

2007-03-17T22:33:00.000+08:00

it's no surprise that we singaporeans ranked the bottom few in courtesy etiquette amongst asian countries; the government is so strict that we're cranky all the time!

you littered? you're fined. did this, you're fined. did that and you're fined.

nagnagnagnagnagnagnagnagnagnagnagnagnagnag.

though it's really strange that they're stricter on cigaratte butt littering. littering is all the same, punish it all the same, darn it.

on a final note: heck, i might get fined, or even thrown into jail for this entry, kupo!

jisun

2007-03-16T18:20:00.000+08:00

i love Loveholic and i'm a Loveholic-holic!

they k-rock!

on a final note: jisunjisunjisunjisun!

der grungies

2007-03-09T18:43:00.000+08:00

ala Sin City.

not quite though, eh?

2007-03-09T13:12:00.000+08:00

for sparta.

2007-03-03T18:12:00.000+08:00

MELT BANANA

the arbiter

2007-03-03T16:25:00.000+08:00

have you ever felt so elated -- so high on endorphins that you felt like shitting?

usually i get that feeling when i'm about to come up with a novel idea.

then i shit. then, a relapse.

fuck.

on a final note: once upon a time, i was this innocent child.

then porn came and i was enlightened.

aishiteru

2007-03-01T19:03:00.000+08:00

i love graphic designing.

i'd love photography if i've the equipment.

i so wish to make the two as a profession.

better start making a portfolio right n--

on final note: a red rhino wheezed by; two red engines and a paramedic.

i wonder what's going on...?

der ichdion

2007-02-25T15:57:00.000+08:00

know what i like?

i'd like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition to re-renovate my house into a home. and if they're feeling generous, re-renovate Eunos Crescent too. cause the place seriously needs a picker-upper.

and there's this show on Channel 5, it's on the 4 p.m timeslot on sundays called Jack & Bobby, is a really smart show.

on a final note: chocked full of assignments and never the heart to do it.

i'm turning american.

diagnosis

2007-02-21T16:54:00.000+08:00

my poor body couldn't keep up with the drastic change in the biological clock.

side effect one: queasy tummy with a tinge of nausea.
side effect two: pounding headache and waking up four hours late for school.

the cause: hanging out very late for a certain number of consecutive days...

...which i don't mind. it's always nice to hangout with the people you prefer.

on a final note: I PAIONT TEH FUTURRE!

(y)

2007-02-19T20:49:00.000+08:00

In 1876, a young girl named Jenn was walking down a river, an insane man killed her by stabbing her in the back, raping her, and then hanging her in his closet. While he hanged her he said Bukakke Bukkake. Now that you have read this message, she will find you and her dead body will haunt your house for 5 years. Every night you go to sleep she will appear in your closet, hanging their with her glowing red eyes. repost 3 times to be saved.

yaata?

2007-02-16T17:34:00.000+08:00

how do women such as charlie, even fall in love with men such as hiro?

why, through the magic of television, of course.

on a final note: and somewhere along that line, i died inside.

jink de menk

2007-02-09T21:01:00.000+08:00

centennial morons just can't keep their minds shut.

do we still have to pay them to act?

while eating at its core is a society that doesn't give a fuck.

of course, these metaphors aren't just what they used to be.

on a final note: photoshop rocks.

cowdude beeboobe w/ jet black

2007-02-08T20:35:00.000+08:00

an amature's attempr on photoshop.

i need tutorials on this.

2007-02-06T22:36:00.000+08:00

>:@

AndreaChowishotAndreaChowishot

2007-02-05T20:49:00.000+08:00

AndreaChowishot
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though boring but still, AndreaChowishot.

on a final note: AndreaChowishot. she can even get away with murder 'cause AndreaChowishot.

glinkothrobe

2007-02-05T20:30:00.000+08:00

a little under the weather,

a heather grim.

still alot to do,

still much ado.

on a final note: zoinks! where'd all my money gone to?

why, i don't have any to start with!

c'est la vie?

2007-01-28T00:26:00.000+08:00

know what's funny?

that good bacteria that protects your bowel from the bad ones? yea. it's responsible for your ageing.

apparently the more you eat the more it creates these substances that deteriorates your living cells.

you can't live without eating. but when you eat, you'll age. and die.

well eventually anyway.

then you begin to wonder how contradictory and miserable the human life is.

on a final note: one, two; buckle my shoe.

what?

2007-01-25T21:05:00.000+08:00

fake cod?! WHO THE FUCK CAME UP WITH FAKE COD?!

HOW CAN YOU EVEN MAKE A FAKE COD?!

now people are sick. thanks.

what were you thinking...? fake cods... what the fuck?

on a final note: if found, please return fendy his happiness back.

thank you.

frogstomp-ed

2007-01-19T10:17:00.000+08:00

found a site which offer a gaming Pc from S$565 onward excluding monitors and add-ons.

but i forgot the url...

on a final note: the long dry days are in season again.

hello sun-screens, goodbye shawls.

you're just another drag queen

2007-01-18T21:51:00.000+08:00

so Samir x5, at gunpoint, "asked" me to update my blog.

to which i did.

and did you know that the Sagrada Familia at Barcelona is still in construction after 127 years (give or take)?

that building looks awesome.

think i'll put Spain in my "where to move next" list.

on a final note: it's been a long time and i totally forgot about it!

i should get punished for this *whip crack*

6oXoXo9

2006-12-27T23:53:00.000+08:00

i found this very amusing:

Vaan: OK guys, great job on getting Matthea.

Ashe: Vaan, it's Matte-us... matteus... come on, it's right there in the guide... read it... matteus...

Vaan: Um, that sounds like a dude's name.

Ashe: That's 'cause Matteus is male! dimwit...

Vaan: But she has boobies...!

Ashe: So's your mom... and she looks like every other Seeq sow... so who's keeping track.

Vaan: Yeah, but she has real boobies!

Ashe: That's his prisoner... Is this your first time playing this game?

Vaan: His prisoner... get out... think she'd take me prisoner?

Ashe: You're an idiot.

Vaan: Hey Balthier... think she'll take me prisoner?

Balthier: Wanna play prisoner do you....?

2006-12-25T04:25:00.000+08:00

gorgeous.

incompetence amongst intellects

2006-12-23T22:08:00.000+08:00

what i don't get is, why cannabis is illegal while alcohol isn't?

it's not as leathal as alcohol.

and you never hear anyone die from cannabis overdose, do you?

it's customary to consume it in some religious practices.

poor zealots, blame the government for it.

on a final note: we need to review what's wrong and what's not.

and stop wars dammit. it's not good, you morons.

happy birthday... mr. smithers~

2006-12-18T10:35:00.000+08:00

i had a "zomg-i-won't-forget-it" birthday surprise.

and they gave me a foo fighters t-shirt!!!

and a doraemon cake. haha!

thanks dave, fenderson and jose for the most coolest birthday evah.

on a final note: jose's in india.

guarantee balek bau kari.

what i did at school

2006-12-11T20:25:00.000+08:00

did i mention that i did these?

oh yes, i did.

well, except for the last one.

a teacher took the original and tweaked it.

on a final note: i'm such a good graphics designer.

2006-12-11T12:47:00.000+08:00

croud

2006-12-10T23:37:00.000+08:00

oprah once, in her own show, detested a man when he said that money equates to happiness.

i'd like to see her living without it.

on a final note: doo-doo-doo-doo~

pine trees! well, sort of...

2006-12-04T23:42:00.000+08:00

after a week or so, we finally get to meet up with samir.

samir was, well, samir. t'was really great hanging out with the guys.

UNTIL

fenderson and dave flashed their pubics at me.

and boy, it's just like the pine forests in canada. full of pine tress and nothing else. pine trees here, pine trees there, pine trees everywhere!

but pine trees are nice. and theirs' is not.

now i've to watch porn to eradicate it.

on a final note: speaking about pine trees, there one outside my house.

then, it came back.

ain't that the life?

+5 magick

2006-12-01T13:08:00.000+08:00

at last! after 50+ hours of Final Fantasy XII, it's all done.

and whoever the art director is (it's in the credits though i didn't read them. who reads credits anyway?), i've one thing to say: you sir, are BRILLIANT!

Fran? uber fantastic, uber sexy legs. Vaan? androgynous freak-o S.O.B, weird fishy-like abs.

it's great that they made Ivalice into a believable world.

think i might go slow the second time around. smell the roses. and Viera asses.

on a final note: i wonder if Harry tried the game already.

oh, right. Diagon Valley doesn't offer PS2s. duh!

tampered respectability

2006-11-30T20:24:00.000+08:00

a man is judged by the company he keeps.

so that makes me a man of great stature then.

on a final note: thinking too much can cause one to fall into depression.

arguing with oneself? that's just sad.

actung

2006-11-24T08:31:00.000+08:00

OLD PEOPLE LISTEN UP: DO NOT IN ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SPIT IN THE BUS.

IT'S UNHYGENIC AND SRAIGHT UP GROSS.

there were three incidences where i've encountered the afformentioned. including this morning (urgh!). they cough, gargle then spit phlegm.

people amazingly just look away while i cringe everytime phlegms are being spewed out by those inconsiderate assholes.

on a final note: think i've to get my own car now.

nah. i'll just stick to cabs.

yay!

2006-11-20T18:29:00.000+08:00

now that mom quited her job, the house looked like it was before: neat and clean.

previously i'd've to iron my own clothes (and i use that term loosely), but now she'll do the ironing and cooking -- COOKING! beforehand mom bought foodstuff from her workplace. it was tasty but before long, food's gone and i'm stuck on rummaging the fridge.

speaking about fridges, it's now clean and dandy. there's even a hint of lemony scent on it!

mommies are great. they keep the house clean and feed your bellies and i love them for that.

on a final note: i don't think the mommy for my children'll have sacrifice that much for us.

we'll just hire a cleaning crew or order in.

:|

2006-11-13T18:22:00.000+08:00

on my way home from school, a group of boys, probably around 15 of age, sniggered about my hair-do.

at first i felt like alighting the bus and fucking bushwhacking them with whatever appendages i have but then i thought: "wait a minute, with high chances, they have the IQ of a slimy katak, heck, maybe they don't even know who the Foo Fighters are -- why bother?"

so i mustered myself to give them the finger but then the bus sped away.

argh.

on a final note: i need to unleash the beast within.

but i haven't the foggiest...

living with heads underground

2006-11-10T12:25:00.000+08:00

module's fun.

photoshopping, 3D modelling and graphic designs. though fundamentalistic, it's still enjoyable.

i keep going minimalistic. i want something of a grandeur scale.

though minimalism appeals to many, i've no complaints there.

on a final note: better then a bullet being fired is toast with quality butter topped with canned salmon.

ain't it the life?

i'm a blind light shinin'

2006-11-08T19:32:00.000+08:00

some poeple don't get the beauty in simplicity.

some poeple don't get the art in minimalism.

they say it's plain and dull.

how unsophisticated.

on a final note: ff xii's probably the best in it's series.

it's just so fun!

eat a whole bowl of peanuts and die

2006-11-02T20:18:00.000+08:00

"are pretty people ugly in the inside?

research show that, yes, they are."

-tom tucker

on a final note: i wish i'd get foriegn accent syndrome.

but no asian accents, thank you.

anger management

2006-10-27T00:19:00.000+08:00

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on a final note: that took care of it.

whew.

vivo city, where prices are sky high!

2006-10-23T23:13:00.000+08:00

so yesterday i visited vivo city and learnt that it wasn't two buildings connected by a sky garden but was instead just a building (lol).

it wasn't that ginormous. it only had four levels of shopping. i wished they'd expand and make it up to seven. cause seven's lucky! luuuuckiiiiiiiih! i'm coming~

and it's not quite a city but more of a one stop shop for those well-to-do people. the place had brands like zara, topman, gap etc. which i think had unholy prices set unto them. and of course, who can forget those gliding directories. i prefer calling them gliding directories but the grungies kept calling them freaks which was abit mean. but they were acting quite freakily.

and there was this man in green (part of the freak squad), who was standing on top of a platform and holding signs respective to the direction of the shops, and kids nonchalantly touched and some even beat his groin area. and the adults all laughed as if it's the cutest thing ever. so foreigners, welcome to the land of the groin fondling children .

on a final note: oh and selamat hari raya!

may you eat loads of food and become fat!

2006-10-21T15:09:00.000+08:00

dear honey can you save me from the borrowed cloud I'm on all you gotta do is try pray you're just getting by hey wait i thought you'd made it how'd your bottled crown fall off tell me how'd you get so tired faded down to the wire try living a lie and kicking out the same old guise wasting time ain't it the life? so very ordinary wait until my bomb goes off see the actors run and hide fake it all in stride one day we all can say we're gone and haunt the ground we're from everything so open wide here within the divide try living a lie and kicking out the same old guise wasting time ain't it the life

(tak) siuman island

2006-10-10T19:55:00.000+08:00

i heard something on the radio which is both striking and insanely idiotic, not to mention very, very unfair.

the thing was: 18 million pounds just to play soccer.

that's like 18...32...64 -- S$64 million! imagine that!

now, i know many out there would like to disagree with my using of the word 'just'. but if you sit down and take you time to think about it -- to really think about it, you will find that the money given really isn't worth the activity. the bloody guy'll be retiring in his early thirties and as would any business man would agree, that's a really bad investment.

it's not like golf or tennis where the player earns his money by winning tournaments, which i think is a really deserving reward system. but paying the bloke 18 million pounds just to kick a ball around? fucking rip-off, i'd say.

but i guess it's the same for everything else. say, a painting of van gough's which now fetch for about US$16 million (or probably more) or an "actor" which makes roughly about 10 times as much as the painting and is now the governor of california.

uber unfairness.

on a final note: a poem

darn it haze!

blocking my gaze.

i'll graze

you with mace!

shock and awe campaign

2006-10-02T02:00:00.000+08:00

apparently, my parents hadn't got hold of the latest book: the art of knocking on their son's door.

it's like they own the bloody house (in which they do)! they just barge into my room - MY ROOM - the only place where my privacy is part of the contitution!

but no. i guess they hold no love for politics. they invade, take things and leave, and all the while i'm left still stupefied at the execution. it's a bloody blitzkrieg, i tell you.

they think i'm still their 9 year old son, still naive and suckling on their parenthood. well newsflash mom & dad: i'm 19 by default (well, 19 till 16th dec anyway). and i've done things that even grandpa will say "damn, thas tight!". and grandpa doesn't even have ghetto blood in him.

nor have i done anything that'll make him say that.

on a final note: that's it, i'll move to japan and never come back.

harajuku girls, here i come! in due time...

Smelly Cat by Phoebe Buffay

2006-09-26T14:18:00.000+08:00

smelly cat, smeeeelly cat, what are they feeding you? smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your fault your obviously not their favorite pet and they won't take you to the vet you may not be a bed of roses and your no friend to those with noses smelly cat, smeeeelly cat, what are they feeding you? smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your faaaaaault

colloquial

2006-09-25T18:43:00.001+08:00

i've just one complain on front: eunice olsen.

it's her accent. it's just too local.

now, debbie wong, hers' is good.

other than that, front is schway.

on a final note: double post! in one day!

pop the champagne! oops... it's the fasting month.

how didge you do it?

2006-09-25T18:43:00.000+08:00

oh, didgeridoo

how i want yoo

i play yoo

oh, didgeridoo

on a final note: *buzzing drone*

serenity

2006-09-24T21:35:00.000+08:00

http://intihuatani.usc.edu/cloud/flowing/

on a final note: that stupid kid, cupid, isn't doing his job properly.

someone's gonna get fired in the morning.

i hunger for more, sliver surfer!

2006-09-23T13:13:00.000+08:00

i hate fasting.

makes me think of food.

and i've to pray on top of that.

i feel tired already.

on a final note: tonight's the night i've been dreading.

well, at least i'm moving forward *shudder*

3 ghosts

2006-09-21T11:44:00.000+08:00

4 words: the chalet was fun.

it seems that the game fatal frame needs 10 heads to make the player sane enough to continue playing.

and food was gone before i had multiple servings of it.

and there were three ghost who rolled tissue paper around fenderson and placed 2 drinkning bottles beside him. they were also responsible for the pepper distribution and cardboard confetti at emy's and firo's room . the girls were spared, though. hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. and we stuck to that.

on a final note: this always happens when i got back from a vacation: i get home, eat a half a bite of whatever and sleep through the rest of the meal.

fucking weird.

tweeds, silks and stupefy

2006-09-14T18:19:00.000+08:00

if there's one thing i wouldn't comprehend and delve into is the business of runways and fashion.

it's just too vague and bourgeois.

maybe my taste for fashion is nil, or that i'm just a simpleton.

but at least i've got a head on my shoulders. and it's big... i think.

on a final note: apple or creative? canon or nikon?

stupid options.

avada kedavra

2006-09-13T16:58:00.000+08:00

"blimey! that's a close one!" ron shouted to harry over the deafning crowd.

i'm thinking of moving to diagon alley and pretending to live as a wizard.

think i've too much to drink.

on a final note: if i've said this, i'll say it again: eating is half the pleasure, but excreting it completes the whole experience.

stupid bulimics.

apprehension / elation

2006-09-10T23:16:00.000+08:00

who'd knew that reading books beats watching t.v. hands-down?

well, to me anyway.

the harry potter books are very well done. previously, i'd my doubts on how good it actually was. and i learnt a very good mistake.

dave had a proposition: that he and myself were to write a song. i agreed though my having no experience on it.

then i thought; wouldn't it be great if we're in a band and fenderson's on the fender and jose's on the pearl and dave and myself're on gibsons?

yea,... it would, wouldn't it? how i wish it's of that circumstance.

and last week held the record for most taiti sessons of the grungies in a row.

but but only 3/4 of us. the remaining had a curfew to oblige.

on a final note: read books. books good.

and breed more intellectual babies. we're running short on them.

witchita-ed

2006-09-05T16:54:00.000+08:00

after finally waking up at 4 p.m. instead of 8 a.m. and now sipping cold bandung with bossa nova craked at mid-volume, i'd say my day was brilliantly spent.

yesterday, with the subject of paranormalies during the session of eating cup noodles at bicycle racks in the wee hours in the morning with 2 out of 3 future housemates, and after sharing our weird dreams etc. and having the sudden urge to excrete and after all that, i slept and had the most peculiar dream; i dreamt that the sanguine and sometimes godzilla-like mother that i have, turned evil and started wringing my arm. for i think i must've dont something bad as during the wringing of my arm (more specifically my right arm), i felt fear, distraught and guilt simultaneously.

i'm usually a one emotion sort of man and having the afformentioned, i was very much overwhelmed. it's like you're used to eating chicken porridge and suddenly you're given the choice of having either durian, red bean or fish porridge. and you'll suddenly find you're going nuts of which to choose.

on a final note: relying on prayers alone is naivity at it's best.

it's lucky that i don't pray much.

joli katak

2006-09-03T17:34:00.000+08:00

kalau kau basterd, gi main katak la!

makan taik pon bes. pas tu, buat cam peanut forget it's shell.

gerek pe. cam gitu seme orang suke. mesmerized kat kau nye perangai.

on a final note: having block-nose is the best time for eating durians.

sugar coned

2006-08-26T13:47:00.000+08:00

you cannot develop creativity. either you have it or you don't. it's all genetics, it's all fate.

building the hemispheres takes lots of strength. i wonder how god did it. bet he's a strong dude.

the mind cannot comprehend reality. instead it shrouds itself with illusions. mirrors.

who is to judge you wrong? are they censors? are they jealous? either or.

hellenistic view on literary differs from romajii. obviously due to them being half a worlds' apart.

and why do we even bother thinking. are we burdened to think? i'd rather live as an ameoba if that's the case.

on a final note: i felt drafts of wind though windows and doors are closed. logically, i would think that tiny amounts of air are passing through somewhere from point a to b. though if it was someone else, he'd think it was otherwise.

concerning ufo sightings near highland, illinois

2006-08-19T17:45:00.000+08:00

yesterday, or rather, this morning, dave let me hear alanis morissette (who has an uncanny resemblence that of my mother). and after listening, she's already won me over, in spite of me.

then fenderson almost choked upon the 'cockroach laugh' while smoking.

basterd sia korang~

PRATAP! (more like 'PRADAP!', with the 't' curled)

on a final note: happy little pills makes a happy dude.

jaggy little pills makes you die.

PU0604J

2006-08-18T09:44:00.000+08:00

i hate the morning rush.

i hate middle-aged/senior citizens pushing their way through to get to the exit.

we know you're alighting. we know you're in a rush and so are we.

i hate people who say "excuse" in such a tone that it isn't sincere.

i hate the morning rush...

on a final note: the lsoons are dry. my throats' dry. i need caffiene.

or tar for that matter.

the illiad

2006-08-12T12:42:00.000+08:00

Sing, goddess, the rage of Achilles the son of Peleus,

the destructive rage that sent countless pains on the Achaeans...

on a final note: i saw the oddyssey and the illiad side by side yesterday at tampines regional libarary and decided to borrow the latter. but what i didn't know is that you have to be a member of the library to borrow their books.

...forgive my naivety.