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Stuff I'll be listening to ;)

2008-09-19T18:37:00.001+08:00

Shifted

2008-04-24T18:03:00.001+08:00

Shifted: www.psynic.wordpress.com

2008-02-26T19:41:00.001+08:00

Oh yeah -.- shifted again

to www.psynic.wordpress.com

in case you guys think that I disappeared

For the bored people

2008-02-24T07:17:00.002+08:00

Tagged by Dionne (not supposed to reveal her link here, its private :-)

1. Get a book, the nearest one to you which is of at least 123 pages. (and maybe with at least 8 sentences a page!)
2. Turn to page 123
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the next 3 sentences
5. Tag 3 people

Alright

Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood (I'm currently onto its 5th page only!)

"Oryx shook her head for no. No tigers. "What were these animals then?" Jimmy wanted to know."

Alright. -.-

It seems like our dear Marge is a novelist who uses extremely short sentences.

Well.

Hey, I find that she writes quite the same style as I do. (The use of 'matter-of-factly' sentences to achieve a certain mood) I think I'll go back to reading this book. And I think it would be a great book even though its a little 'sci-fi', without the aliens.

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2008-02-23T14:45:00.003+08:00

Photos look so much better on blogger-- though not as much if you want your photos to be the main subject.

I'm here because yh forced me to blog and listen here-- I DON'T LIKE IT. (kidding :p)

I guess time will come when you no longer feel the urge to talk about yourself, bits and pieces of your life that you find interesting, your viewpoints on issues that interest you. Not that you think that your opinions are not worth relating to readers or that the talk about your daily life goes down to mundanities-- you just don't feel the urge to talk about yourself anymore.

You don't feel the desire to create a shell of your real self on the net. Its not a 'I-woke-up-and-I-suddenly-felt-like-jumping-off-the-tower-block' kinda thing but its a process where you drift away gradually.

Now I understand.

Its everywhere. In relationships, in hobbies, its even shown in the school's attendance list-- when you take a day off, you start taking 2 days off, then 3, then 4. Several weeks or months later, you'll not be there anymore.

But, but.

I'll stil be here and, yes, I'll still be here.

I'll toil and dragggg myself here even with tons of iron blocks tied up to my feet, but you have to wait, because, you know, it takes days for me to drag it alllllll up from the ground to the top of Mount Everrest.

Selected photos from Feb 13th to Feb 23

2008-02-23T14:33:00.007+08:00

Just realised that people without flickr accounts can't see my photos! (because I've locked it) Well, here are my recent favourites.

2008-02-20T17:29:00.000+08:00

dadadadadadadadadadadada.

2008-02-20T17:26:00.002+08:00

Feel the lack of motivation to blog. Hm, and yet I'm blogging here.

Well.

10 posts in a post. Lethargy and Exhaustion as excuses

2008-02-17T21:53:00.003+08:00

A dreaded lethargy to blog, though I have 10 gigabytes of information stored up in my head that could make 'bloggable' information.

Hm, I often store parts of lyrics, as well as thoughts that 'pop' up in my head in my phone's draft messages. Lemme see.

1. Debbie Fleming Ce (A photographer whom I forgot her last name! I was storing it up to check her out on google)

2. Future seems like the present, present seems like the future. (This is often how I feel. That accounts for my lethargy, my procrastination and blah)

3. Its a happy day and things are getting better (a song lyrics that I was gonna check out the song on google when I get home but never did)

4. More likely to go into stores with white tiles than black ones (my practical theory that white/ lighter coloured tiles are more welcoming to shoppers. And its true if you imagine it)

5. I bought jellies and __, connect with childhood (Was thinking of recounting my day in an emo way, but never got around to doing so.)

6. Love the sound of the ambulance (An ambulance drove past and I loved the sense of emergency and the theme of life and death. I’ve always thought that if I were not going to be a journalist, I would be an A&E surgeon.)

7. No logic at all, bus driving on the left side of the road, passengers sit towards the left side of the bus’ seats. (It’s true, when I was on the top of the double deck, everyone who came up sat on the left side until it was 90% full. It’s uncanny. I think this phenomenon is enough for me to write a book on it)

8. Cut queue= step migration. (was really pissed with this guy who cut my queue and started thinking of him in a funny way/ Think of the world as a body and its parts as organs. (Was going to expound on this idea on a post, but didn’t have the time and energy or perhaps brainpower to do so)

9. Logic is gone, dream became pretty (This one, I forgot what its about)

10. With wisdom comes naivety. (It’s true. You want to go back to the past and it would go around a full cycle again. )

Okay, I’ll do 10 today, see, I’m already exhausted. But I’m ‘impressed’ by the store of information in my phone. Its flabbergasting, maybe I should blog some one day. 

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2008-02-13T20:43:00.004+08:00

Well, kinda miss wordpress, but well.

Blogger has a whole new different atmosphere and hm, its nice to have a change-- even if I'm going back into the past when I used this blog. It kinda thrills me though. I feel refreshed and new.

Its kind of the time to change a blog,yes.

I get sick of everything within a few months at most. Maybe I should try forgetting. It makes sense, it really makes sense.

"I really enjoyed forgetting. When I first come to a place, I notice all the little details. I notice the way the sky looks, the color of the white paper, the way people walk, doorknobs, everything. Then I get used to the place, I don't notice those things anymore. So only by forgetting can I see the place again as it really is."

David Byrne.

But at the same time, scrolling down 'memory lane', I missed this blog too. The time when I wasn't so.. hm. The time when I was more 'imperfect' to myself. Missed it all, especially when reading the couch potato entry.

I miss it all.

We've moved!

2007-02-13T21:22:00.000+08:00

Link me at www.incantocharms.wordpress.com

It's a small small world

2007-01-16T20:55:00.000+08:00

This based on this documentary “The inconvenient fact” screen during my tuition today and…

Well, I realized how small we really are in the universe. Whatever we have accomplished, all the technology and stuff are all contained on the minute cavities of earth, a speck of dust literally in the infinity of the universe. Its really time to realize how small we really are. Does everything really matter? Does my very existence as an individual really matter in this huge world? I exist on a miniscule deviation from the infinity on one of the many billions of gigantic celestial bodies, planet earth, less than one percent of the total mass of the huge universe, in an even more random red dot, Singapore, currently in a miserable square metres tiny cell, held erect by 4 fragile structures. That’s me, perhaps that’s you as well, it very well describes many as one of the random organisms sustained today beneath the living atmosphere. I’m random, everyone is, you are, or once were, its up to you since the final verdict that earth’s very random existence determines all. I’m existing today, you are as well cos we might never know what random fates tomorrow might bring.

Yes, we seek to dominate, we seek to command, all verdant nature brings, all universe offers, all but ourselves. We failed to conquer ourselves and never will. How can we guarantee Earth’s existence when minor conflicts like everyday jealousies and selfishness kills our very souls, when the real revolutionizing conflicts like the war on terror threatens the prospect of Iran’s nuclear prospect with people around me showing expressions of the blissfully ignorant? But still, it’s a small world out there when there’s a larger unthinkable infinity. Ask yourself, do these really matter? Does the war concerns the universe? Does hostility really sells? Do you use it to further your own interests which actually matters nothing very much to our universe’s welfare? If the roof collapses on your head this very moment, what difference would it make between those very seconds of existence and non-existence? One more random name on the death register? Meh, you’re just one of the billions and trillions of individuals on our once again random existing planet earth in the universe, which never ruled out the possibility of another larger universe out there…and so on.

Our whole caboodle of delicate card structures, intricately weaved in technologies, painstakingly built and blasted architectures as a result of men’s enemy as men. We destroy ourselves. Think, just think, what matters to you most right now? Then think, what importance has it got to do with the vast world out there? We treasure, we value because we attach and relate to them, however small they might be, however intangible they might be. Yes, fortunately they exist, even after we deny our existences. Earth is a mistake of placing all eggs in a basket but I should think its meant to be in this way. Its nature’s way of putting us to the test. The strongest will succeed, remember? I can’t help thinking of Earth as a biosphere. Once our species vanishes, another group intelligent beings will appear and are once again being put to the test. This trail and error cycle… Nothing is ever ideal, just how close we get to its sacred boundaries.

Forgive, but don’t forget, accept. Once you get the idea of how small your everyday conflicts really are, really mean to our very existences as mere individuals in the infinite and random universe, you really do learn and make peace.

Saddam and an expounding on Armageddon on his quote

2007-01-02T09:00:00.000+08:00

Watched Saddam’s execution last night [New Year] on CNN. Caught the blurry video shot by a handphone camera. Well, wasn’t too explicit anyway, it just featured the exchanges between Saddam and his executioners, didn’t catch the part of the execution though, thought it was supposed to be censored and stuff.

But the first day of the Haj holidays? True, Saddam ought to be punished for his inhumane acts but at the same time, you must prove yourself able to show just the minimal amount of respect for the world’s Muslims at large. You can’t just fix your mindset on a singular account and thereby offer differential treatments or bias towards or against the said party or individual.

Nothing is ever right or wrong, it just depends on your perception. In my opinion, our perceptions are formed by our upbringing or the internalization of societal norms and values, our experiences, influences from the external environment and so on, just to rant a few. However, is society a gross generalization of the world as a Whole? First of all, the values and norms internalized in us are very different to start with. You might be a Christian with an extremely liberal upbringing, while I might be an atheist with over-protective parents. You might grow up to be different from me, with differing opinions on societal norms and values, differing mentality and behavior from me. In fact, that is inevitable; everyone is special in their own ways, to phrase it in a nicer way.

But can we condemn any one belief or practice just because it exists in minority and had a dire history? Is past always the present? Is present always the future? Ask yourself this.

Upon watching the video, I caught this, shall we say, funny riddle uttered by Saddam? “And I bear witness that there is no God but God.”

Taken at face value, this sounds like some insane rambling after an overdosage of Alice through the Looking Glass. But it appears to speak more than that, these aphorisms usually do.

Spent my boring evening decoding it. Well, got a couple of political ones but I don’t think you guys want to hear a 2 pg rant on the Bush Administration, do you? Anyway, I might land myself in a lawsuit, which wouldn’t be very ideal, considering tomorrow is the much awaited school reopening! Well, what goes on down there is about Armageddon, the end of the world, literally speaking. If you don’t want a bad case of depression, stop right here.

Well, veering slightly off the tangent on Saddam and his execution, This statement struck a chord with me. Are we humans playing God—the one and only? Cloning and stuff, you name it, we’ve got it. IVF, abortions, we provide you a two way passage to life- arrival and departure, anytime you want. Commercialization? Death as a service? Euthanasia? Think along that line and you’ll start fretting the prospect of the next century.

Hurhur, we’ll get you kids gene-determined, such that there’s no retards left in the world, we’ll get you kids immunized against every possible known disease, such that any unknown entities could exterminate the human population at one shot—that is, if we even live to see that day, considering the multitudes of catastrophes and fatalistic endemics already occurring now. Who knows what’s next. No, we won’t know, nature’s always a step ahead of us, we only learn from the consequences. We only developed a seismograph after a history of devastating quakes, we only took tsunami as a matter of fact not legend after the recent tragedy. Even if we did predict another mass disaster [which I would be very much surprised], we only can forestall it and not prevent it, think global warming. Forgive me, but is God reenacting Noah’s Ark? Are we getting too far?

Our civilization is getting stronger, yet more vulnerable—alike that of an egg. Strong yet fragile. Take for instance, the recent tsunami won’t be half as fatalistic as it would be in the same circumstance in primeval times. Reason being that with all this technology and complex economies and delicate checks and balances in place, a tiny shove could easily bring down this structure in a matter of seconds, leading us to our apocalyptic fate.

Well, think optimistic in a pessimistic outlook. Perhaps Armageddon paves way for another species to hold reign? Nothing lasts forever.

Suicide as a better alternative to life

2006-12-31T17:40:00.000+08:00

So Dionne told me not to be such a pessimist today. It sort of got me into thinking out stuff. Well, its common knowledge that I've got this suicidal tendency for as long as I lived. But can you just assume that suicide's supposed to be pessimistic? Well, don't take it at face-value man. Suicide is just a better alternative to life. Since its a better path, why not take it? Why must the law condemn suicide? On what basis can they dictate our existence?

We all crave for better alternatives, like larger houses, branded automobiles, fatter paychecks and stuff. Why not extend it just a little further to better lives? Since we cannot deny that every step we intend to take in life is to better it, why not ending it be one of them? Why is death such a haunting prospect to others when one is willing?

In this case, what they're proving is that life is a one-way thing. Your mom and dad brought you to life without your consent in the first place and what actually happens later on is that you can't turn back. But are you even willing to enter this world in the first place? Well, at that point in time when you are conceived, you are in no position to decide. But now that you are mature enough to make decisions on your own, we should all agree that this better alternative to end life should be rightfully extended to you upon the coming of age. After all, we didn't sign the bloody contracts to come into this place. We can't violate the rights of life when we didn't have the rights to decide whether to be conceived or not. But paradoxically speaking, we can't make our decisions when we don't have the ability to make it after all. So what I feel is that we should all be allowed to decide when we have the level of maturity and capability to do it.

And that's that. Sorry if I've caused widespread depression upon you readers but that's my take on the subject.

Disclaimer: I'm not suggesting that I'm turning on to end my life. So, don't abduct me to a shrink the next time you see me.

Bye and have a nice day.

Big Brother is watching you

2006-12-29T08:27:00.000+08:00

Went out with this bunch of friends days ago, not very advisable considering my blasted tuitions but as I’ve said, they are my bunch of friends and bunches are meant to be taken seriously! Well, weird things happen in bunches and that’s what happened to mine. For instance, I’ve just got enough sense to realize how MSN is revolutionizing us teens lives. You can don’t own a credit, or an automobile, or a spouse-oops, I mean bgr but you must, I repeat, you must have MSN! I mean, how ridiculous if you are an ordinary teen, living in the 21st century w/o a MSN account?! Well, back to us bunch, certain extremely worrying trends started showing up…

“You know why Fedex and UPS are upset at their merger?
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“Cos they are fed-up, get it?”

Whole group chorus in unison, “L-O-L” followed by the trademark three fingers running down the right temple…
However, this blasted guy Sam, became spastically slow, must be the accursed quake in Taiwan…

“Oi Sam! You damn lag leh!”
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“Oh, sorry, was AFK-ing just now. Is anything the matter?”

Whole group, “R-O-F-L-M-A-O”

See? We’re turning into a geek era! God save us! The Orwellian Newspeak---The MSN-speak! Gosh. Thanks to Bill Gates and his MSN, Steve Jobs and his Ipod, comrades, back at 1984! Big Brother is watching you! Hurhurhur…

On why we shouldn't think too much

2006-12-26T13:31:00.000+08:00

Was reading this book and didn't know it was supposed to be partially-philo until page 20+, which is quite a lot, since it was quite a mouthful to swallow. Well anyway, it was nice, and actually made me a happier person. Haha, quite hard to take this fact eh? Its ‘The age of fallibility’ by George Soros, you know the guy who occasionally appears on CNN to comment on the Bush administration? Well, the book was supposed to be based on the consequences of the war on terror, mainly about Bush and the States if you ask me. But then again, its best to put it in a generalized manner to avoid possible law suits eh? Soros divided the book into two parts, one mainly about the philo stuff and the second is basically about “What’s wrong with America?”

He spoke about the relationship between thinking and reality. Knowledge is represented by true statements but the truth cannot be known because its based on what we think. So, our knowledge is incomplete and the imperfect understanding becomes part of reality which caused misconceptions to be internalized within us. And because we rely partially on our incomplete knowledge to make decisions, our decisions would be very much erred compared to the perhaps ideal decisions made if we possess all the relevant facts. But then again, we can’t possibly attain all the relevant facts because of the human uncertainty principle. Quote “The relationship between thinking and reality is not between two separate entities but between a part and a whole.” So what we think is never complete and can never actually corresponds fully with reality as we aren’t and never will be able to achieve the complete picture of reality in the first place. In short, what we think is distorted and perhaps, biased towards our selected and very much processed knowledge which might be very different from reality.

So its a kinda chicken-and-egg cycle if you ask me. First we think, but we realize that what we think does not fully correspond to the reality cos of the incomplete knowledge which then again might not be true cos its partially based on what we think and so here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush…

Poof, I think I’m done. That was pretty much a mouthful, eh? I don’t think I’m really coherent so pardon me if you find that confusing. So all in all, we shouldn’t worry about our woes cos we will never be able to find a sound reason behind it. Perhaps, we all should avoid mind-reading and get started with some real effective communications. Haha, now I know why Soros said in his Intro that the philosophy featured in this book veers towards the positive side.

Night of Santa woes and failed assassinations

2006-12-25T08:05:00.000+08:00

You traveled back in time to kill your granddad/ma [in this case], only to find that you can’t kill him/her as you will not come into existence without him/her.

There’s the grandfather paradox for you.

Okay, don’t laugh, it killed me alright.

So my cranky kid who lived in Future decided that his grandma was too much of an old ass. Like, *why the hell did she have sex with granddad to get my f-ing parents out to bother me?!* Its all your fault grandma, now that I’ve been so pissed by mum. You shall pay for it someday, time for bloodlust and revenge. Hurhurhur…

However, as it goes, my poor kid cannot kill me—for it’s another paradox if he managed to succeed. So what did he do? That ingenious brat bribed Santa to be his accomplice. As we all know, the morbidly-obese-guy-with-silver-hair is timeless, so he decided to give it a shot, cos I as a kid, dissed him in the exact same way by taunting him to lose weight, cut beard and dye hair. Not a lot to ask eh?

Ah, just look at him, sliding down the chimn—oops, I don’t have one do I? Oh gosh, this just ain’t gonna work man! Modernisation doesn’t really help to our assassins much eh? So that explains the stoic disbelief in getting presents from Santa. Well, I say the Singapore weather does no justice to him and his reindeer crew, saw ‘em masquerading outside my door, fanning in desperation. Ooh, rather pathetic for a celebrated ol’ soul uh? Yeeks and the sicklesome Ruldoph is destroying my beautiful cacti! Oh, or rather its destroying him, I think. Pretty lil’ needles stuck onto his nose, some nice new embellishment! Mind me, I’m not talking sense, for there’s no sense in this in the first place. Well, lets get on…

But I wasn’t gonna let him go, not after owing me 14 years of x’mas presents! No way man. Aha, so I did the obvious, I robbed him! Of his great big sack full o’ candy canes and choco mints that guarantee you Santa’s figure after stomaching them all! Anyone? Or maybe I’ll leave it in my will for my darling kid as a momento, eh? Any of you guys got this Santa-turned-assassin last night? Hohoho, unless you have such sense to live under a chimney? Well, I’m sure he’ll get this terrible terrible phobia of metal grilles and stuff. And there’s this granddad to deal with I think!! Oops.

Memoirs of a couch potato

2006-12-13T21:18:00.000+08:00

Got through a rather uneventful day today. Left without my com, so I had to improvise with what I had to survive. Sounds sad eh? But there it is, I spent most of the day flipping the channels and learnt a few quirky stuffs.

Warning: This is loooong. But you’d better read on once you’d started, else you’ll get cursed in a few days to come. Hurhurhur.

Well, HBO is blocked so I have to make do with other channels. Shrugs. Saw the Croc Hunter Diaries at Animal Planet for the first time? I don’t deny that I’m rather lag. Its been like months since the death of Steve Irwin, sob sobs. Aww and here I am reminiscing about his existence. It was rather entertaining no doubt but the best part was his accent. Haha, I was attracted by the way he says ‘everyDYE’ instead of ‘everyday’ and ‘informashION’ instead of ‘informashien’ like how Tom Delonge does it. Not that I like it a lot but it does make me stay awake somehow. Quirky? But there it is, I don’t mean offence.

Then I flipped around the channels and came to Nat Geog. There was this interesting 3rd person recount on a much revered whale-loving friend. The title ‘The Whale Inunda’ itself leaves much to one’s attention, eh? There’s more to come. Well basically, its much like Roald Dahl’s Boy, where this charismatic man ol’ Peter whatsisname lived with his ‘wife’ on [Cape Town?] where whales frequent and Peter the whale-guru has forged intimate ties with them whales throughout the years and so on. Well, you know those type of stories eh? Death of a martyr. No offence fellow homo sapiens but Peter mentioned how he feels that whales are much much cleverer that us humans. For instance, they can predict the weather, from a slight wind to a threatening thunderstorm. Feeling inferior anyone? Well, I say that our meteorologists can get on with the job better instead of relying on our delicate animal intelligence. And there it went on and on until one day, Peter was killed while trying to rescue another ship from the thunderstorm. Actually I was half-expecting to expect the whales to rescue him from the wreck like the many cheesy dolphin-saving-man stories abound. But oh well, sorry guys, apparently it didn’t come out as expected. HE DIED! Kleenex, anyone? I’ve got plenty.

Too captivated by the previous programme, I stayed on on Nat Geog and officially contracted inferiority complex. Well, you know, being a human being is not as easy as I’ve expected. My intelligence or rather our intelligence are challenged again! Now this one: ‘Animal Omen’ suggests the theory that our animal counterparts can detect catastrophes like earthquakes or even the recent hyped-up tsunami days or even weeks before it happened. I’m sure you guys have heard of such theories before eh? Well, it attempted to explain the ways they sense them earthquakes and ended up with my thinking that Armageddon would fall rather soon and we humans would be gobbled up savagely like that in the War of the Worlds by H.G Wells just that our enemies ain’t our deary Martians but animals!, like the twee lil’ poodle you’ve got at home. Oh, I’ve digressed? Oh well, I’ll just recount one of the many egs else I’m sure you guys will get an overdose of my rantings.

This man, shall I call him Tom, Dick or Harry? Well, I think Harry sounds better uh? Okay so this man Harry places faith in his dog’s ability to sense earthquakes before they actually happened and he also proposed an extremely ingenious way, that is: to comb the lost and found pets section in the newspapers everyday w/o fail, get the average and if on one fateful day, the number suddenly shoots up, then something fishy’s gonna happen. I personally think that this guy is quite eccentric but well, I mean scientists who deal with new endeavours should be eccentrics eh? The other egs are rather technical so I won’t bother to explain cause you guys are bound to fall asleep.

Up next, I went to CNN [don’t ask me why] and witnessed the interview of the grand grand Nobel Prize Laureate, Muhammad Yunus who founded the Grameen Bank. Too bad if I sound Greek to you. Well, I thought it was a nice idea to get the poor to prove themselves helpful and able to carve out an existence by themselves instead of always having to rely on donations [which are really leftovers thrown at their feet]. Oh well, we should all be glad that an Asian actually got the Peace prize. Was it the first time? Or was it not? Someone educate me on this.

Then I went to Animal Planet again and risked getting myself killed from the relapsed inferiority complex. ‘The Most Extremes’ or so it was called mainly compare us humans to our better faring animal friends in terms of the ability to kill or something along that line. Yesterday I caught a portion of the show and it was the comparison of body parts. Ok guys, I know it might be quite sensitive around here but no, too bad, there’s no comparison between the animal and human genitals. Haha, sorry.

Oh my, this is getting long. Don’t curse me cause I only get to use com at this weird hour of the evening [ok, maybe not weird for you guys but I don’t use it at this time]. This may be so for the subsequent days cause my poor com would be out for a vacation. It misses me so, doncha? I don’t think I would do the synopsis for TV shows ever again cause as you know…(Hey, hey! Wake up! Don’t Sleep! I’m finishing!) Damn, I told you to read on till the end else you’ll get a curse right? Why won’t anyone listen to me?! *feeling inferior again*…sobs

Jargon

2006-12-11T11:59:00.000+08:00

So I was talking to my tuition teacher [whose well past the age of 50], not that it mattered but frequent annoying interruptions were made. Shrugs. I mean our jargon. The way we teens talk don’t really make sense to others outside our scene. Well, I mean, try saying to your mum, “I’m cheesing out of this!!,” or something along that line. She’ll probably see stars and wonder why the hell is her dear child…[I’m not a mum yet so I will never understand what they perceive by that] Words that we think harmless might appear different to adults. For example, we use “shit” more than any word in our teenage life, or maybe its “crap” for you, not that it mattered.

Oh bother, you guys are always complaining about how parents can and will never understand you kids? Well, as things are, they never will, because of the communication barrier. Oh no, I don’t mean the way that you folks can’t converse together, but you guys never will. I mean just look at the different jargons you use. Researchers into parent-child relationships can get the sack at this very moment.

It’s physically impossible for parents and kids to communicate w/o the other party seeing stars. I’m not only referring to teenage angst and whatnot but you remember the teething toddler you were in the decades old album? Can you converse with your mum and dad? Ah, and the jargon you use at that time differs a lot as well, in fact more. You said gaga, googoo, yada, but what the hell is that supposed to mean? For all you know, your mum went gaga just because you called her by that at age 2. Why aren’t there any bloody researchers into infant-parent relationship? This might sound ridiculous but there it is, that gurgling idiot makes absolutely no sense to parents. The way they pee in bed, turning the nonsense out of mum’s beautiful tresses, their sadistic behaviour in smashing the mirror, not only drives mums and dads mad but also promise them 7 years of hell just because they broke the mirror instead of the glass. But there it is, the hell lasted more than 7 years, in fact much more.

But then, do your parents’ parents or rather grandparents understand what your parents mean? Eh hello, they don’t live in the Steve Jobs-Bill Gates era. As it is, I’m in no position to scandalize them, cause there it is, I’m not a grandma as yet.

So thanks, I’m just a whining teen who disses everything that comes my way.

It cost 50 cents, pay up.

2006-12-08T10:27:00.000+08:00

My mum took my laptop again, boo. Now I'm at the darned library using the computer. Everything is filtered out here and I can't go anywhere with the "Forbidden Access" sign popping out. Tell me, is my life miserable? It costs me a bloody 3 cents per minute and I can't even log on to MSN?! It says," The Multimedia Stations are for research only. Please note that playing of online games are srtictly NOT allowed." I mean who in their right mind would associate MSN with online games? I mean, we users pay for the internet usage and we have the right to gain access to any sites we want. We ain't your kids at home kay? Youtube can't be accessed as well. Even mypace is blocked, thanks to my mum in the first place. Do I even own my com now? And this is not the first time, in fact this is like the 4th or 5th time. Oh and good luck to me, by typing out this hate post, I've wasted 50 cents successfully.

2006-12-06T09:29:00.000+08:00

Thanks