tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31981742011-04-21T21:59:16.738-07:00WallpaperShoemarks, scratches, chipped patches... You don't even notice I'm there...Spikenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1094407709367047122004-09-05T11:07:00.000-07:002004-09-05T11:09:14.836-07:00Wes haves movessss...
Clicks heressss...
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1094347659585293362004-09-04T18:21:00.000-07:002004-09-04T18:27:39.586-07:00A great way to start your morning is by practising some boken jutsu. That's something some old sensei would tell you.
Interestingly enough, I found myself wielding my sword not long after I woke up. The situation called for immediate action, and within two strokes, I had impaled my target. My sword had finally proven it's use. As a clothes picker.
Apparently, due to strong winds, and the fact Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1094141799988054802004-09-02T08:54:00.000-07:002004-09-02T09:16:39.986-07:00W00t!! Joy, happiness, bliss! I had a most enjoyable experience with one of my previous featured toys, the SLR!
OK, don't really know what the settings in the camera were all about, but it sure was fun just anyhow clicking away on the shutter release. Took loads of picturs, and some actually came out looking good! No matter how I look at it, I feel so damn proud of myself. Especially the shot Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1094043316170861182004-09-01T05:36:00.000-07:002004-09-01T05:55:16.170-07:00Yay! I've got a new toy!!! Man, seem to be getting a lot of new stuff to play with recently. That's the only thing that's been going good so far.
I got a WOODEN SWORD!! Ok, I was deprived in my childhood, I only had nunchuckas, but no swords. It cost a whopping 20 bucks, but now I feel another level more superior than you puny mortals, because I have a wooden sword, and you don't! Muahahah. Now Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093959260943742662004-08-31T05:43:00.000-07:002004-08-31T06:34:20.943-07:00Today during lecture, two stroke of geniuses struck me. The 1st being a new theory of life, the 2nd being an invention!
As I was extremely bored, I was languishing in my thoughts when I realised the 'I love Jac' written on my eraser (by Jac hor, not me) was fading. And this beautiful thought popped into my mind! Jac is slowly being erased from my life! Lending this analogy to a broader Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093710361678551202004-08-28T09:16:00.000-07:002004-08-28T09:42:47.346-07:00Aw... My draft for Chron got rejected... I was hoping I'd get a chance to rewrite, but apparently it's either too bad, or there's not enough time left. I hope at least I can get one picture published. Just for the kicks of seeing my name in print, haha.
Saw something today that inspired me. It's been there all along, but the thought just never struck me. I'm inspired to try to grow up a bit. To Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093684001980643542004-08-28T02:03:00.000-07:002004-08-28T02:06:41.980-07:00As you can tell, I'm extremely bored today, and desperately trying to procrastinate my work.
Your Brain Usage Profile:
Auditory : 43%
Visual : 56%
Left : 47%
Right : 52%
Spike, you exhibit an even balance between left- and right- hemisphere dominance and a slight preference for visual over auditory processing. With a score this balanced, it is likely that you would have slightly different Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093682640386606752004-08-28T01:38:00.000-07:002004-08-28T01:44:00.386-07:00Everyday, we learn something new.
In the desperate attempt to calm my panicking self, I decided to look for my longest blog entry and subject it to APA style referencing to convince myself that 10 pages is chicken feet.
My efforts have only served to inspire more panic.
I realised that my longest entry here is only about 900 words. That's pretty pathetic. But then again, I'm not writing thesisSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093660791471884432004-08-27T19:28:00.000-07:002004-08-27T19:39:51.470-07:00What a way to start my morning. Woke up at 8 this morning to run some admin errand that was a total wild goose's chase. I'm like yawning madly now and I think I'll take a short nap in a moment.
So early into the term, way before I'm into any sub-coms or ad-hocs, I've already had my 1st brush with NTU admin. It's not impressive, I'll tell you that. The only thing is that the people are rather Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093629413324375792004-08-27T10:51:00.000-07:002004-08-27T10:56:53.323-07:00Just watched some Olympics boxing. Feel so inspired again...
Actually, I really do miss it a lot. Wasn't a good boxer to start with, but the feeling of being in a ring, of taking on someone one-on-one, and throwing in a good punch, it's unrivaled. Even getting hit got me on high. Hmm, come to think of it, I took quite a lot of heavy ones, but still...
Hey, on the upside, my kicks were good! Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093611024918317152004-08-27T05:49:00.000-07:002004-08-27T05:50:24.916-07:00Quote of the Day
- Trying to win an argument with an irrational (stupid) person is like trying to teach a cat to snorkel by providing written instructions. No matter how clear your instructions, it wouldn't work. ~ Scott Adams -
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093604812484616582004-08-27T03:54:00.000-07:002004-08-27T04:06:52.483-07:00Wah. Feeling very jovial today. Maybe it's coz that fever song has been ringing in my head, and it just makes me feel so amused whenever I sing it. Or maybe it's the fact that I took my 1st few shots with an SLR camera on my 1st Chronicle photography assignment!
Oh man, I'm so bloody excited. Being the gadget freak I am, an SLR is such an amazing new mystery!! Don't really know how to use it yetSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093531958437464662004-08-26T07:47:00.000-07:002004-08-26T07:52:38.436-07:00My my, today has been a day...
1st presentation in Uni. Prof Kesh was falling asleep on my topic. Sigh. I really need to stop being so sciency, or at least, expressing my sciency interest in my projects, since I can't make it interesting enough for them.
That aside, I waited 2.25 hours for my interview with CAC. Was running for programme main com. Becaused of the long waiting time, I missed my Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093353296732524542004-08-24T04:31:00.000-07:002004-08-24T06:14:56.733-07:00Feeling very spoilt now. Not spoilt as in someone spoilt me, but rather, acting very bratty.
Sometimes, I think I just need a good whomping on the ass to wake me up a bit. Instead, I just sit down there and throw mini tantrums like some rich-ass baby. Or maybe some good old fashion lurving will do me good as well, hehe.
It's one of those moments I wish my parents were millionaires and could Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093281292581126262004-08-23T10:01:00.000-07:002004-08-23T10:14:52.583-07:00Finally. 90% of my 1st project presentation is complete. 26 slides. That's freaking excessive and over the top. Back in S paper days, about 13 slides make an hour. And now I'm worrying if 26 can reach half an hour. Such paranoia.
1st quiz returned. Argh. Didn't do very well, despite studying for it. Yes. I really did study, in spite of myself. Heh. Looks like I don't have much talent for this Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093186773662193682004-08-22T07:49:00.000-07:002004-08-22T08:23:42.110-07:00You know what? This is getting on my nerves. I should blame it on myself, but I'm getting more and more convinced it's bad luck that's been hitting me.
Went for inter-block snooker today. And I lost all the games I played. Every single one of them. Even the ones I played with Vignesh in Clarke Quay today, which has nothing to do with IBG. Argh. Fine, granted that I'm a shitty snooker player, andSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093185921556147812004-08-22T03:50:00.000-07:002004-08-22T07:45:21.556-07:00Just watched AVP.
Since it's the 1st show in some time, I shall be less critical.
Ok, the initial intention was to watch a brainless show with lotsa blood, gore, and screaming. I was disappointed to say the least. I mean, where's the blood gushing out of headless human bodies, or speared corpses raised to the sky in celebration of the kill?
Alright, since the predators didn't deliver much goreSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1093135475756038472004-08-21T17:44:00.000-07:002004-08-21T17:44:35.756-07:00Just had the weirdest dream.
I was going for Aikido, and sitting there, I saw Jeremy, who said something about me. Man, it's been what, 7 years since I saw him? Couldn't hear what it was, but he smiled at me, and I smiled at him. Then suddenly, we found ourselves in outer space, everyone in Aikido that is. There was an emergency, and we had to eject through escape pods.
Reentry was hellish. TheSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092968772235267882004-08-19T19:00:00.000-07:002004-08-19T19:26:12.236-07:00It's a beautiful morning, isn't it? Everything's quiet, save for the gentle pitter patter of rain right outside the window. Weather's cool, and there's no one in the room but me. Feels like I'm the only one in the world. And it's a good feeling, this one.
It's days like this, I suddenly feel the world is so beautiful, so gorgeous, so worth living for. I dunno why, but I've always loved rainy Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092842274592466132004-08-18T07:43:00.000-07:002004-08-18T08:17:54.593-07:00Hmm. Blogger does not support chinese or japanese characters. Sux0r. Need to practice for upcoming JLPT 3.
Anyways. Past 2 days have been rather down. Living in constant guilt and apprehension. But I guess it's still pretty calm so far. Scary. Shall just lay low for now I guess, no need to further fan the flames.
Hope there will be a resolution to this... Or perhaps this is how it ends...
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092666924254958192004-08-16T07:35:00.000-07:002004-08-16T07:35:24.253-07:00Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092653982863104322004-08-16T03:52:00.000-07:002004-08-16T05:32:25.576-07:00... and sometimes you fuck up.
There's this sick feeling in my tummy right now.
Something done with good intentions, in bad taste, on the sudden spur of the moment has turned extremely sour. Guess I'm pretty much more insensitive than I thought. Or rather, sensitive in all the wrong places.
But what's done is done, sorry is no cure, so I'll just bear the consequences. I apologise, and I Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092567258938368672004-08-15T03:52:00.000-07:002004-08-15T08:15:34.283-07:00Do you believe in miracles?
I do. I believe that they happen to anybody but me. So here I am, constantly, everyday, hoping that it will be my turn for a miracle, but never really believing it will happen to me.
What miracle do I want? Oh, I don't know. Any miracle will do. Any miracle will bring tumultous joy will it not? That's what miracles are supposed to do. But right now, it wouldn't hurt Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092494724953916102004-08-14T07:44:00.000-07:002004-08-14T07:45:24.953-07:00Chill, brother. Chill. *takes deep breath*
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092422631917320152004-08-13T11:30:00.000-07:002004-08-13T11:43:51.916-07:00Sometimes you get one chance and you blow it. Sometimes you get many chances and you still blow it.
Tonight I was bad company. I realised my adaptive self cannot really manifest after I've been doing some thinking. Must be brainless only can one. Or else will end up brooding alot.
Paparazzi was good and bad at the same time. Out of the 7 plays, only 3 left a lasting impression. But still, I Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092231228579109372004-08-11T06:31:00.000-07:002004-08-11T06:33:48.580-07:00Keas!!! I miss you!! Haha...
Was watching Singapore Idol just now, and saw this gal who reminded me so much of Keas. Same look, same speaking style, with bracers/retainers to boot. See? I think of you so much kay. You should be honored!
Anyways. Today's one was a bit moving at one part, where this deaf lady and this speech impaired guy came up to sing as well. I thought it was pretty amazing. Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1092066446151565702004-08-09T08:43:00.000-07:002004-08-09T08:47:26.153-07:00Ok. I-GIVE-UP.
Was watching Singapore Idol just now, and I gotta admit, those guys are doing a good job at looking stupid. I lose even in that department?! That's ridiculous! Haha... Oh well, what to do.
Back to fading into the woodwork...
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091943627016460622004-08-07T22:35:00.000-07:002004-08-07T22:40:27.016-07:00This isn't exactly the best time to be moping, but it's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I just failed to get into archery.
Considering it from a very calm and objective point of view, where then, does my talent lie? I'm not intelligent enough in terms of academia. I can't even make it into a simple thing as archery, despite practicing for it. Other aspects of life are even worse and I don't feel Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091897656415139182004-08-07T09:37:00.000-07:002004-08-07T09:54:16.416-07:00Sometimes, I should just not go for things I cannot handle. But of course, the temptation is always there, and somehow I delight in tormenting myself by trying out to see what happens anyway. This morning was disaster.
Afternoon was pretty ok, but evening kinda turned sour again. I didn't expect to be PMS-ing, considering that afternoon was a pretty chatty event, meeting up with Lian Chiu and Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091799042093099912004-08-06T06:25:00.000-07:002004-08-06T06:30:42.093-07:00Damn. My dreams of psychiatry has been dashed into millions and billions of nanoscopic pieces. I'm officially no longer a science student.
Sigh.
Maybe I'm still suffering from shock, but I'm not feeling anything just yet. The rejection came in about 5 minutes ago. I mean. I've been dreaming about it all my life. And now it just plain sucks to be told right in your face that you're not good Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091796028801826352004-08-06T05:36:00.000-07:002004-08-06T05:40:28.800-07:00Wow. Looks like someone wrote a song just for me!!
I'm Just A Kid
by Simple Plan
I woke up it was 7
I waited 'till 11
Just to figure out that no one would call
I think I’ve got a lot of friends
But I don't hear from them
What's another night all alone
When you're spending everyday on you own
And here it goes
I'm just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid
I know that its not fair
Nobody Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091722094871345602004-08-05T08:45:00.000-07:002004-08-05T09:08:14.873-07:00One of those days. You see someone down in the dumps, and there's absolutely nothing you can do. My words forever seem to fail me. I feel so helpless now, as all I can do is watch.
And it's always like this. My words always inadequate. No words to make a conversation with friends, no words to comfort an upset person. I wonder. What use am I to others in this world then. Like a parasite.
Haha. Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091404616528130522004-08-01T16:56:00.000-07:002004-08-01T17:04:29.796-07:00Introverted (I) 61.76% Extroverted (E) 38.24%
Imaginative (N) 57.5% Realistic (S) 42.5%
Intellectual (T) 61.76% Emotional (F) 38.24%
Easygoing (P) 57.14% Organized (J) 42.86%
Your type is: INTP
> You are an Architect, possible professions include - strategic planning, writer, staff development, lawyer, architect, software designer, financial analyst, college professor, photographer, logician, Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091281435014239392004-07-31T06:19:00.000-07:002004-07-31T06:43:55.013-07:00Feeling a bit wonkers today.
Accompanied a friend to NUS's jazz welcome tea. At first I thought it was modern jazz, a hip hop club like that in NTU, but turns out that it was jazz, as in jazz band.
Was rather apprehensive at first, but soon got blown away. Simply loved the environment of music and everything. I was so envious of them, coz I could play nothing myself. And then they opened up theSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091214740669016992004-07-30T12:04:00.000-07:002004-07-30T12:12:20.670-07:00Just got back to my room. So tired now...
Anyways, had a good outing today. Spent some quiet time talking with a new friend! And it was so fun and interesting, coz it's not everybody you can sit down and have quiet conversations with. I've come to realised I simply love love love conversations. Sigh...
The 2nd outing, was less fruitful. Joined my hall people for some ice skating and supper, Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1091098425941711492004-07-29T03:42:00.000-07:002004-07-29T03:53:45.940-07:00I saw them walking ahead, slowly disappearing from sight, as I stood there wondering. For a while there, I felt the familiar pang of loneliness, and the lyrics 'I'm so lonesome I could cry...' wafted into my head, to which I unconsciously hummed to.
A glimpse to come, of what may be. So easily forgotten.
Still, it's my fault. It's all way too early to hope for anything, but I guess I was hopingSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090859447450961072004-07-26T09:23:00.000-07:002004-07-26T09:42:27.220-07:00Written few days back... Sucky piece la, but I'm too tired and lazy to edit it now, which means it's like that forever. Sorry pal, you got a lousy creator, haha.
Season of Magic
This is the season of magic
Where silly love songs fill the air
A whisper and a heart is touched
A quiver and lips are parted
Sparks spill over from wayward flames
And fresh fires break out randomly
During the Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090685562179017572004-07-24T08:46:00.000-07:002004-07-24T09:12:42.180-07:00Just came back from Malaysia. Actually, that was like 7 hours ago. Just came back from a birthday party.
Well. The medical interview in Malaysia went OK. Not fantastic, not superb, but not lousy, nor catastrophic. Just normal. It was pretty smooth I guess, but I couldn't recall any impressive instance. When you're choosing 4 out of 100 plus, I guess that means I didn't fare very well...
AnywaysSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090327945708230962004-07-20T05:50:00.000-07:002004-07-20T05:58:20.473-07:00U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi!
Yeah, I guess I just can't escape from that... But I didn't think that it would be a reason for to be ignored. Interesting. Fascinating almost, even.
That's reality isn't it. I can say I don't care, but I care. I can say I care, but I'm not gonna do anything about it. Sigh. I'm too tired to be bothered anyways. I guess I'm used to dealing with it.
Image is Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090327665809788692004-07-20T05:40:00.000-07:002004-07-20T05:47:45.810-07:00Nowadays, I find myself getting attracted to shops quite often. There's a certain delight in seeing the price of an item slashed when you apply the discount to it. I think I'm catching the shopping bug.
Went shopping today, to buy a bag at first. But darling Jan gave hers to me, so saved me to money!! Yay!! Haha. Bought a pair of shorts instead. Oh well. Feel so happy today!!!
How do you let Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090245012474828732004-07-19T06:45:00.000-07:002004-07-19T06:50:12.473-07:00Jan's right...
The magic's dispelled now, and reality kinda kicks in. I guess somethings are never that easy and may never change. Well. I can still be idealistic and hope for the best. But when that time comes, I guess it won't be too hard to let go.
Met Ling Ling in NTU today. Poor girl got lost, and I offered to help. It's kinda weird, we've seen each other for 2 years in JC, but only Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090151008889289132004-07-18T04:41:00.000-07:002004-07-18T04:46:10.720-07:00Oh yeah, I must also add 2 points from the ARIES MAN, partly coz I only read that one and was too lazy to read the rest.
1. Compliments from his boss or superior are never enough for him, he wants his deserved reward. His deep insecurity makes him reach and collecting valuable things, and this you may think he is stingy. Actually he could easily spending money to buy things, traveling or pay Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090150835070475912004-07-18T04:29:00.000-07:002004-07-18T04:48:22.643-07:00Due to immense boredom, I decided to post up some zodiac stuff my friend sent me. I don't believe in this kinda things, coz if you read all the 12 zodiacs, you'll find every sign has the some parts of you and some parts not of you anyway. Not to mention the atrocious english in this particular article. But oh well, what the hell.
CAPRICORN MAN
A man in this Zodiac will has a pair of Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1090077473982964332004-07-17T08:16:00.000-07:002004-07-17T08:26:25.613-07:00Once again, I'm plagued with the problem of human tectonics. Haven't been out with a group in ages, and the same thing still happens. Like some plate boundary or fault line, I'm the mountain formation or the subterranean valley. Basically, I get squeezed out a lot. That means I fall behind a lot coz I just get too bloody lazy to move back up and get squeezed out again.
It's a very interesting Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1089996853521812332004-07-16T09:53:00.000-07:002004-07-17T08:26:48.776-07:00Actually, I'm way too tired to be doing this. Came back from watching Spiderman 2 with sensei just now. But I guess I have to put this, haha.
Was taking the bus to Toa Payoh to go Orchard. Ah, brings back memories. This was the last time I met Wui. Actually, it was the 1st time we went out together, and also our last. We watched a movie. I think it was Matrix 3. Not too sure. Then we ate at Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1089904568201142432004-07-15T07:38:00.000-07:002004-07-15T08:16:08.200-07:00I finally cleared my conscience today.
Dropped a student, and dropped a facade. Not that it was holding up much anyway. Sometimes, I just can't separate my emotions from my work. I should have done this earlier, but at least I did it now.
Listening to her telling me about the kind of guy she likes, I can't help but wonder, does that make me shallow, or simple? I don't have any requirements, asSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1089772596102143612004-07-13T19:09:00.000-07:002004-07-13T19:36:36.103-07:00After looking at Kok's blog, I was inspired to revamp my site. Sadly, it lasted less than 5 minutes, after looking at the available templates, and feeling too lazy to do any editing. Man, this site has stayed the same since it's birth. Incidentally, the song playing now is 'Stay the same' by Joey Mcintyre, haha.
I feel like doing something today. I dunno what, but something. Something great, Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1089684940914807762004-07-12T19:07:00.000-07:002004-07-12T19:15:40.913-07:00You know, I was just lying on my bed, when I started singing silly songs and feeling very happy. The kind that makes you feel high and do crazy stuff, that makes you wanna jump up and down and scream to the world. Yeah man. And I realised I was thinking about Sat's outing before I lapsed into crazy/high mode.
Man, this is gonna sound so sad, but I'VE GOT FRIENDS!! And the best part, they're NEWSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1088877572639367452004-07-03T10:46:00.000-07:002004-07-03T10:59:32.640-07:00It started out as a beautiful day, which quickly became an okay day, followed by a sad day, an unbearable day, and a heart rending day. In the end, it finished as a wonderful day. Such is the change wrought by expectations and emotions.
No doubt it was a lovely moment to cherish for me, though nowhere as magical as I'd hope it would be, but almost as if it were normal, just another day in our Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1088699426301248342004-07-01T09:30:00.000-07:002004-07-01T09:31:50.083-07:00Repatched with plasters. Man, look at that stuff oozing out. What did I tell ya?
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1088699376585937622004-07-01T09:29:00.000-07:002004-07-01T09:31:03.833-07:00Stitches removed.
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1088698892954655372004-07-01T09:02:00.000-07:002004-07-01T09:21:32.953-07:00Feeling downright depressed now. Been moping for the last few a hours and feeling shitty. While reading a book as well. Spilled my bottle of iodine and now there's hardly any left, making me even more miserable. And to top things off, the iodine stained my pants! Sobz.
Anyways. Removed the stitch today, and the gash opened up. Black blood oozed out. Like, just burped out. So now I hafta put Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1088415764064922902004-06-28T02:42:00.000-07:002004-06-28T02:42:44.076-07:00You're the super-slacker!! Homework?What's that? Studying? Not in your vocabulary.You hardly study and almost never do your workand yet, by some divine intervention, you'restill surviving. And you come to school soun-often, your teachers have praticallyforgotten that you even exist. Go, you slacker,you!!
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Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1088159411720356102004-06-25T03:27:00.000-07:002004-06-25T03:30:11.720-07:00Our past, present, and future are mixed together in a swirling cauldron, from which the contents are constantly spun about and stirred in circles that cause the ingredients to clash together repeatedly from time to time. Other than the occasional spill, nothing is really lost. Other than the random new spices, nothing is hardly fresh.
Ran into Angel and Sue today. We were unable to have a properSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1088159034362020322004-06-25T03:23:00.000-07:002004-06-25T03:26:52.270-07:00not that gory la eh?
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1087658349932908552004-06-19T08:01:00.000-07:002004-06-19T08:19:09.933-07:00I'm now a proud owner of 7 stitches on my left shin!!
Ok, I wish I could say I got it kicking some punk's ass during muay, but unfortunately, it was waaaay much more stupid than that, and it will keep me from muay for a month or so. Sob.
I cut my leg on a road divider as I was trying to cross. Slip and feel and scratch my poor shin, tearing a gash about 7 cm long. It's amazing, I tell you. TheSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1087469302902821972004-06-17T03:26:00.000-07:002004-06-17T03:48:22.903-07:00Apparently, while I remember my past, my past does not remember me. The said figure who came knocking on my doorstep yesterday, cannot even remember my name! I'm peeved. Oh well.
However, the above sentiments soon underwent an about-face. Subsequently in the morning, I met someone on the train whose name I could not put a finger to, and hence continued to ignore his presence. The irony. How Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1087400566986174332004-06-16T08:37:00.000-07:002004-06-16T08:44:10.096-07:00...and I wonder, at this moment when I have the greatest need, who will I turn to. Who can I turn to.
I look around and see only myself. There is no one else who would stand beside me amidst my fears and insecurities. This is the price I pay.
I can only turn to myself.
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1087400205613979342004-06-16T08:17:00.000-07:002004-06-16T08:36:45.613-07:00Sometimes, your past just walks past you when you least expect it. For a person who tries to cut his past as cleanly away as possible, it just never stops throwing itself in my face.
I walked by Victoria on Monday, while she was clinging onto the arm of her boyfriend. I find it ironic, and weird that I should see such a sight, as if so blatantly put to remind me of what was, what is, and what Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1087220384689963992004-06-14T06:08:00.000-07:002004-06-14T06:39:44.690-07:00I delivered a bouquet of champagne coloured roses to that cute waitress, Crystal, today.
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1087142698173632492004-06-13T08:54:00.000-07:002004-06-13T09:04:58.173-07:00Wow! I'm really gonna miss my life in a month's time. Came home at 2.30 in the morning today. I reckon that's a first for the sad old me, who's life has been bounded by curfews since forever.
Watched Harry Potter 3 last night. It was OK la. Everyone is so funky now, with their hairdos. Is it just me, or is Potter and Weasley's hair waxed in almost every scene? And I swear they're subtly Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086968789247979982004-06-11T08:35:00.000-07:002004-06-13T08:54:41.210-07:00It was a beautiful night tonight. Just like I imagined it to be a long long time ago. A lovely story written somewhere in the back of my head, always hoping that one day it will be replayed in real life, but never really believing in the possibility.
But tonight, just tonight, it came true. And that moment was so sweet, so tantalising, I wish I could capture it and replay over and over again. ItSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086701267039562962004-06-08T06:18:00.000-07:002004-06-08T08:06:48.080-07:00I'm traumatised. I knew this would happen, I knew it, I KNEW IT! Right from the start I was on to it. It's a conspiracy! Argh. Rosalind is not coming back to Jap class. My world has collapsed. No more eye candy. Sob. No more dreams of glitz and glam. Sniff. Boohoohoo...
Amidst all my confusion and trauma, somebody pounced on me and took advantage of it this morning. As I was trudging slowly to Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086574280856881762004-06-06T19:06:00.000-07:002004-06-06T19:11:20.856-07:00Last night I dreamt of you.
There you were, smiling happily at me, smiling with that kind of natural childishness you had, as though all you knew were joy. And then you skipped over the table, came over to me, and hugged me. Fierce and tight, as you once did. You whispered, 'I guess it's OK, afterall,' and my consciousness slowly slips away, overcome with the joy of redemption. Then I woke up.
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086409094019692102004-06-04T21:09:00.000-07:002004-06-04T21:18:14.020-07:00I realised I'm no good for a businessman. I'm just too honest and full of conscience, even if you may find that doubtful.
Today I just got cheated. All the while my brain was screaming, 'you're being cheated!!' but I ended up being the one feeling bad. I was underpaid, and I felt relieved. Somehow, I just can't argue for a fair share when it comes down to money, find it so hard to open my mouthSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086408530612327882004-06-04T21:08:00.001-07:002004-06-04T21:08:50.613-07:00I am awaken by a not so gentle rumble in the middle of the silent night. I hear the steady pitter patter of heavy rain, and the occasional zooming by of a lonely car. Poor fellas, where could they be going at this time of the night, I wonder. What time is it anyway, I do not know. I can see several flashes through my closed eyes, and I hear another prolonged rumble. One, two, three, four. Four Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086284024756290242004-06-03T10:33:00.000-07:002004-06-03T10:33:44.756-07:00I'm sitting here, staring at the screen, waiting for a reply that's never gonna come. The media player picks out the song 'Fast Car(1)' by Tracy Chapman, and I'm wondering why the voice is a guy's. Isn't Tracy a girl's name? Even the lyrics are supposed to be for a girl. Or maybe my sound system is bad. Or I can't tell guys from girls.
The (1) in the title too. It's not part of the title. Just Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086281916424112972004-06-03T09:53:00.000-07:002004-06-03T09:58:36.423-07:00Just read a couple of blogs. The writing style is amazing. I'm totally blown away. My lexicon is so limited! Sigh. When will I be able to write so beautifully, so impressively? Slowly slowly... I have this sinking feeling I'm gonna be at the bottom of my English/Literature minor class, whichever I choose to take.
Sigh.
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086022090618381652004-05-31T09:45:00.000-07:002004-05-31T09:48:10.616-07:00Man. I hate show offs. In my world, there can only be one show off. Me. Unless you are some hot babe, no showing off!
Here I have this guy who is learning Korean and Japanese, thinking he's damn smart and telling me all about their history. Sigh. Friend, I may not be able to speak any bit of Korean except hashehshhshshs(I only hear those sounds anyway), but my Japanese happens to be superior to Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1086017554531383002004-05-31T08:29:00.000-07:002004-05-31T08:50:53.226-07:00Genki dashite, daijoubu dayo!
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1085774460291304242004-05-28T12:53:00.000-07:002004-05-28T13:01:00.293-07:00Sigh. I just got ambushed by a romance novel. I don't like reading romance, not so much because they can be cheesy sometimes, but because I can't take it. Fine. It wasn't even complete romance, but it's too much for me. Can You Keep A Secret? by Sophie Kinsella.
Blah. Makes me wish all that again. That someday my secret fantasy would be fulfilled. I can't even feel jealous now, only despair. Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1085760010030070022004-05-28T08:59:00.000-07:002004-05-28T09:02:07.913-07:00 LOOK OUT!ïòðspike is a radioactive squirrel!!Username:
From Go-Quiz.com
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1085759199829541312004-05-28T08:16:00.000-07:002004-05-28T08:46:39.830-07:00Today's just one of those good days. It took me awhile to realised what exactly I was doing. Halfway into the second page before I noticed I was actually reading the book aloud to her. In a book store. The two of us, reading books together. Sigh. Bliss. It's the kind of thing I'd write about, but not realise it happening to me. Come to think of it, I have many a good memory in bookstores, or Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1085195132377674952004-05-21T20:05:00.000-07:002004-05-21T20:19:53.410-07:00Night scenary. Trying out this cool photo feature blogger has. Neat.
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1085155659649273492004-05-21T08:54:00.000-07:002004-05-21T09:07:39.650-07:00Phew. Just came back from a 2 day 1 night with my mom. So tiring can. I hafta juggle my work, Jap lessons, and time with her. Somemore hafta carry all the stuffs she brought for me around. But I guess it's worth it. Finally got my sandals replacement! Yay!
We stayed at a budget hotel at Geylang, next to Hotel 81. So interesting man. Saw these 3 black guys bidding for this girl, showing numbers Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1084121334782866632004-05-09T09:48:00.000-07:002004-05-09T09:52:10.483-07:00I'm torned between elation and devastation now. I just completed my must-have list for this year. Actually, one of them been's on the list for years, but nevermind... It's rather early, but since I don't have many must-haves anyway, so I guess it's no big deal. Not getting a new handphone after all.
Very broke now. Bought the MOST expensive thing ever with my own cash. A Casio EX-Z30 digicam. Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1083947386276674702004-05-07T09:29:00.000-07:002004-05-07T09:33:00.340-07:00Woah. Just came back from AJ's EL performance. It's amazing. Jan is such a good actress. I'm thoroughly impressed. Sasaki-sensei mou onaji iken da. Jan's also very pretty pretty tonight, haha... The play on it's own wasn't all that deep? But it was an interesting watch nonetheless. To put it in the words of sensei, "Easier for foreigners to understand," heh...
Spent the rest of the night talkingSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1083424571166840252004-05-01T08:16:00.000-07:002004-05-01T08:19:19.360-07:00ARGH. Nolstalgia. I did what I shouldn't have. I opened the Pandora's Box. Now it's all gushing back again. It was about this time last year I joined them. The Box. Heh. It's been one year already and I still haven't let go. What would they say if they knew. It's too late to say on what ifs, but I guess I just miss miss miss them. I miss them so much. Haha. Silly me.
LEA SALONGA
TOMORROW
The Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1083422507732769962004-05-01T07:41:00.000-07:002004-05-01T07:44:55.466-07:00Woah. Been some time eh? Was trying to eat grapes just now, but gave up. The process is just so paintakingly slow, the grapes so many, and the taste a little too sour. I can't take sour stuff.
Anyways, been pretty busy lately. Life's been ok to me, the usual ups and downs. Putting what I learnt last year to good use here. So far so good, nothing damaging has occured yet. Hope that lasts, though.Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1082213061178295322004-04-17T07:44:00.000-07:002004-04-17T07:47:14.856-07:00The wheels of the bus go round and round, round and round...
Went for communication studies admissions test and interview at NTU today. The test was a mini essay, which I don't think I fared too well, coz I wrote very GPish. Just couldn't help relapsing into it, instead of my own style. Interview was OK. Not good, not fantastic, but not bad, not horrid either. Just OK. He liked me, I liked him. Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1081617244040756042004-04-10T10:14:00.000-07:002004-04-10T10:23:37.996-07:00So many things to say. No one to say to. It tears me apart that you care, yet you do not care, because it is your nature to care, and not because you truly mean it.
I only want to let you know who I am. But even that I guess is difficult. Forget it then. Your life is crowded. There is no room for me.
I know my place.
I could tell you the world if you asked. If you only asked.
Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1081526852388745392004-04-09T09:07:00.000-07:002004-04-09T09:10:18.590-07:00Man I feel good. Tonight something finally went right. I guess all the little things that went wrong was worth the trade off for this.
It feels so much lighter now that it's been released. Albeit clumsily. Still. It's a wonderful feeling to know that she knows and yet we can still continue on. I don't have to worry about what's gonna happen next, or if she'll ever find out; all I hafta do now isSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1081441535323975712004-04-08T09:25:00.000-07:002004-04-08T09:28:20.293-07:00I just finished watching Monster. The show is simply awesome. And there is no happy ending. It is simply about how life steps down on you, and even when you fight back, you simply get crushed to bits. You just have to cherish the good bits, and live out the bad ones. Sad in the end how she was betrayed, even though she was willing to sacrifice. For love. Even long after her naivete and dreams Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1081385170937813932004-04-07T17:46:00.000-07:002004-04-07T17:48:55.140-07:00Blah. Flashbacks.
Amidst all my little frustrations and exasperations, I should have a full blown dream of her, with proper visuals no less, not the blurry dreamy type. Damn, it felt so damn real. But why? There was nothing to trigger the memory.
I was never good at keeping 'family' relations. Somewhere out there, I have a Sotong family, a husband, a little sister, a daughter, possibly a wife Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1081261342220927062004-04-06T07:22:00.000-07:002004-04-06T07:25:05.140-07:00'wo3 ai4 ni3' jiu4 zhe4 yi2 ju4
gai3 bian4 ni3 wo3 de1 shi4 ji4
'Saya cinta kamu' kalau dicakap
Boleh membebaskan hati yang ketat
Aishiteru, Je t'aime,
Saw rong haeyo, Te amo,
And so these expressions I seek
In languages I can and cannot speak
While I find the right words to say
You and I slowly slip away
Someone tells you what I've yet to
Again I'm late but nothing I can do
I struggle to Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1080487840698652902004-03-28T07:30:00.000-08:002004-03-28T07:33:14.750-08:00Blah. They say you can run, but you can't hide. My past finally caught up with me. Again.
When I left AJ, I thought I had left the worst of me, and the worst of my reputation behind. But apparently no. What you do follows you around no matter how hard you try to shake it. So today it came back to haunt me.
I had hoped that I need not tell you that story. I had hoped to start anew. But as fateSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1080391382701447972004-03-27T04:43:00.000-08:002004-03-27T04:45:35.216-08:00Q&A with a Junior
Not that I'm very old, but I have seen 3 years more of life than her. Still, talking to her makes me question my self affirmed views of life. I am tempted to scoff and laugh it off, and say, been there, done that. But truly, have I? For all my laments, I have yet to fully understand people of any sorts. I can only make general, biased opinions. Makes me wonder who's the real Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1080387631560365792004-03-27T03:40:00.000-08:002004-03-27T03:43:04.060-08:00I just came back from a nearby mini mart. I was short of cash, the goods I bought costing 12.30, while I only had 11.20. Sigh, the things carrying a debit card does to you. You never bring enough cash along.
But anyways, I asked for a discount. Yeah man, that's so out of character. But since I'm downgrading from my broken electric shaver to a normal manual blade, couldn't hurt to ask for a bit Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1080316648749061932004-03-26T07:57:00.000-08:002004-03-26T20:16:59.590-08:00Just finished watching the last episode of the last season of Sex and the City. It rocks!!! Ok, I know I'm slow to finish. And I knew she was going with Big, but it still didn't spoil the ending anyway.
But what caught me wasn't what Big did. He was long overdue anyway. What did catch my attention was the other men in her friends' lives. Smith, Steve, and Harry. Especially Smith. They really Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1080295507468257442004-03-26T02:05:00.000-08:002004-03-26T02:07:39.390-08:00Haircuts. AGAIN...
I went for a haircut today.
Walked like 15 minutes to get there in the evening drizzle, with an umbrella of course. Though the fact that I did not use it and allowed myself to get totally soaked was a different matter altogether. It's a unisex salon (they spelt it that way), and the service is so darn good! The moment I enter, a lady stuck out her hand to take my umbrella Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1080231442078816622004-03-25T08:17:00.000-08:002004-03-25T08:23:39.810-08:00Suddenly feeling very alone and scared. Trying to do my Jap shukudai, but I can feel the fear nagging at the corner of my mind. It's one of those moments again when you think about life at large, and your future lays itself out like the vast expanse of the galaxy in front of you, and you start hurtling into the infinite well of blackness. I can feel myself sinking, no, falling, no, accelerating Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1079781083167587682004-03-20T03:11:00.000-08:002004-03-20T03:13:49.076-08:00Blah. I hate being second best. Or second rated, or next best choice, or just missed the list, etc etc. I always seem to be struggling to get anywhere. If I'm not going to get there, can like put me somewhere far far away????? Gargh.
AJ, not top 5, but 6. Sian. Rank in AJ, 11, missed the top 10. Yawn. Hmm. Actually, I'm not even near second best. But yeah, 2nd best for Bio, so there you go. Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1079707497977937152004-03-19T06:44:00.000-08:002004-03-19T06:47:22.750-08:00Right. Someone asked to blog, so I will.
I was reading something about charisma off another person's blog. It's interesting, even fascinating, this trait. Almost charming, in fact. Sometimes I just wonder how much charisma do I have. I can never tell.
But charisma can either be innate, or be mastered. Today, I see the magic and intrigue of innate charm. How we dance so conciously and so Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1079271907151064562004-03-14T05:45:00.000-08:002004-03-14T05:47:26.733-08:00I spent a lot of time mucking around today, waiting. Actually, I hate waiting. While I'm normally patient enough, that does not mean I enjoy waiting for hours on end, for something indefinite and possibly short-lived. But I guess that happens to me all the time, and I always end up waiting anyway.
That's why I don't mind being early and waiting for someone punctual. Coz that's my fault. And Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1078501746310813322004-03-05T07:49:00.000-08:002004-03-05T07:51:17.106-08:00Ok, A level results are out. Did better than I expected, and did worse than I expected. I got all As for my core, and GP A2, not too bad, considering my fears of straight Bs. But I failed both my S papers to get ungraded! What the hell! Sigh. So disappointing.
And what irks me most is that I can't rant about it coz I'm supposedly one of the better ones, when it's actually nothing! So lousy! NotSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1077990165320305472004-02-28T09:42:00.000-08:002004-02-28T09:51:30.403-08:00This is so unlike me, but I went for a sale today!! Not bad la, queued for only 15 min to get in. But I think it's coz not many people know about it. Besides, I had good company, and time really flew. Still, there wasn't much stuff of interest. I think the best goods were all snatched up in the 1st day of sales.
That being said, I spent a whopping 110 bucks on Adidas stuff that I normally Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1077804609776175262004-02-26T06:10:00.000-08:002004-02-26T06:12:12.873-08:00I had a moment of magic. Man, I love the feeling. It's times like these that make me fall in love with love, and in love with beauty all over again. It's great how the everything seems so simple, so beautiful, if only for awhile. In a complicated life, a little simplicity is highly appreciated every now and then.
And the wonderful thing is that it can happen anytime, with anybody. Just walking Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1077623525673118422004-02-24T03:52:00.000-08:002004-02-24T03:54:06.076-08:00Now this is interesting... My site comes up on a search for 'teacher rapes little girl pics', and the description for my site goes like '... the little 'should' bes, ... my little party house ... teacher rapes his student. I'm aghast that 3 men would wanna not just rape but sodomise a 9 year old girl. ...' While we're at it, another two came from 'Blind black guy for white power' and 'Black womenSpikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1077425044814311842004-02-21T20:44:00.000-08:002004-02-21T20:46:03.043-08:00Last night, or this morning rather I finally blew my top on her. Not like it matters anyway. Or maybe it matters, but I just don't wanna care anymore. I said that before, the last few times I tried to let go. But this is it. It's over. I can finally let go. Coz I highly doubt she'd come begging me to stay. In fact, she wouldn't even bother with a haughty, nose-in-air, Spikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198174.post-1077382544994230992004-02-21T08:55:00.000-08:002004-02-21T08:57:42.560-08:00And for the record. I am not obsessive-compulsive. Only towards her. If anyone of you disagree with me, tell me.
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