Month: January 2005

just another weekend.

How’s this weekend gonna be like for me? A mundane one definitely, and hopefully one that’ll let me cut down on me spending ;p I’m always ranting about a lack of cash, but the shopping somehow never seems to slacken hiaks.

Basketball in the morning w/ XQ, E and NZ, lunch together (E had to return to family mode at that part) and NZ hacked/chopped/slashed his way through the various undead goons lurking about in Genma Onimusha at my place, while ah poook tried to solve his Java assignment while giving instructions to NZ about the game. (Note: TRIED. He gaveup in the end, and settled to reading 8Days while continuing his mentor mode.)

“Turn here. Kill these two. Look there, pick up this/that.”

Me? It was rot mode while I bemusedly watched the two carry on, and slowly continued my eventual campaign to conquer China on the ancient Romance of the 3 Kingdoms IV.

The option to go jogging/swimming appeared later on, and due to a simple misunderstanding on me part (yep, apparently either I suck at reading SMSes or the sender sucks at sending SMSes), I thought the jog/swim would be at night, but hey it turned out to be tomorrow morning instead? Won’t harp too much on the blunder, and it’s not that big a deal anyway. Once I finished ranting, swearing and waving my arms about that is :X

Conclusion: no more swim/jog/etc, oops. Sunday morn’s for bball and nothing else.

Speaking of bball, my Air Jordan XII‘s more than 3/4 into the coffin =( Time to get a new pair, but I’m still hunting my way through eBay sighs. Damn if SG has even a pair that’s my size and doesn’t cost like SGD$250. Any lobangs for AJ XII size 11, preferably black/white color combi?

.. guess not. =(

*carries on watching ah poook in his orgy of carnage on the Xbox*

Oh My God….

WoW. If our own news broadcaster was this pretty, I’d sit in front of the TV for the rest of my life.

I only post those pics with her hair tied up because I like chicks with their hair tied up 🙂 Her name is Melissa Theuriau, for your information. I think she’s French:

Check out more about her here

Random Thoughts..again

Dreams are indeed very fascinating. For example, I dreamt that my primary school classmate, A, called me on my cellphone. Strangely, A called to ask if Z(another classmate of mine) was there. Since this was MY cellphone, Z obviously wasn’t there. Let’s see what this means:

Telephone
Interpretation: To see or hear a telephone in your dream, signifies a message from your unconscious or some sort of telepathic communication. You may be forced to confront issues which you have tried to avoid. To dream that you do not want to answer the ringing telephone, indicates lack of communication. There is a situation or relationship that you are trying to keep at a distance. If you can’t reach someone on the phone in a dream, you must listen to your inner voice more closely for your life to move on the way it should.

Telephone Number
Interpretation: To dream of a phone number which you cannot recall on awakening, predicts a period of confusion and surprises regarding the actions of others. If you remember the numbers in your dream when you wake up, this forecasts good luck ahead, possibly connected with the people or the numbers in your dream.

Hmm. So it means that in the near future, I would have some connections with either A or Z? Coincidentally, both are them are currently in TP.

For those of who who are interested in knowing what your dreams may signify, you can visit this website to know more.

this is bad.

To recap things, shit happened at work last night so yours truly was busy scuttling about the place trying to attend to three phone lines ringing incessantly, log the events going on and keep my head on.

Repercussions of last night seem to be coming back now tho, and I keep hearing the faint alarm sounds that says some device or other’s down again.

“I am hearing things, it’s all my imagination..”

*alarm wails yet again*

-.-

ARGH.

doubts?

There’re times when even the best of us will falter in the steps we take, assailed by uncertainty and self-doubt. Tinged by failures of the past, we tend to hesitate more.

Stuff like “Is this truly the best way to do it?” or “Have I really made the right choice?” tend to sprout out of nowhere.

The world would be a much better place if regrets didn’t exist, IMO. You’ll be much better off doing something constructive rather than stoning at a corner feeling bad about something that happened long ago. All I can say is, you never know till you try. Isn’t it so? The world’s an unexplored realm of experiences waiting to be discovered and tried, who truly knows what’s in store unless you try? Less thoughts, more action I say.

All this crap above is perhaps one of the basic, yet profound changes that I’ve realised in myself now. I used to be extremely contented, satisfied to remain in my niche and stay that way till the cows came home. Why not after all? There wasn’t much to grumble about. Not that there’s more for me to rant about nowadays, but it’s more of a shift in my mindset. Life is too short for me to waste it on repetitive activities till I kick the bucket ;p

Why look back and sigh anyway? You’ll never be the same person without that hodgepodge of past experiences, and they’ve shaped you into what you are today. (I won’t give up my past no matter what, not even if I was given a choice a la 30 day money back guarantee sorta thing.) Keep your eyes looking ahead, and walk with confidence 😉 If you happen to trip, oops? Get up and carry on I suppose ;p There’s no guarantee that someone’ll be lending a helping hand after all.

Pretty philosophical? But yep, there isn’t really a main purpose to this post other than the fact that I’ve been staring at WOTmania theories (WOT aka Wheel of Time, a fantasy series I’m reading) for the past 3 hours, I’m beginning to get glassy-eyed and I need something to wake my dozing neurons up. CCNA? No way man, it’ll just send me off to sleep right away -.-

I was pretty surprised to find not one, but TWO posts ah poook put up. He must’ve been really bored at home just now, grins. His post on loneliness kinda set me going “hmmm…” tho. My lone wolf mentality must’ve been rubbing off on him too much for him to start feeling that way. Everyone feels lonely at times of course, but I just sorta ignore that nowadays by going into no-emo mode.

It’s so very cold there.

I might be grinning and chuckling along with you at a shared joke on the outside, but the mind merely observes in a detached manner from within.

Everything seems so very far away inside.

The distant look in the eyes, the expressionless set of the face I assume almost by habit, when no one else familiar is around.

I see with lacklustre sight, and feel with deadened senses. The world is what it is.

These assholes have crossed the line.

I am absolutely disgusted by their actions. Apparently, one of the New York radio stations (Hot 97) came up with a song that greatly insulted the victims of the tsunami disaster.

Take a look at the lyrics for yourself, and tell me that you don’t feel offended at all:

“..All at once you could hear the screaming chinks
and no one was safe from the wave
there were africans drowning, little chinamen swept away
you could hear god laughing, “swim you bitches swim”

So now you’re screwed, it’s the Tsunami
you better run or kiss your ass away, go find your mommy
I just saw her float by, a tree went through her head
and now the children will be sold to child slavery…”

I went to the radio station’s website to take a look, and this was what I found:


They think it’s FUNNY SHIT. Let’s see if it’s funny if we laughed at them during the 9/11 terrorist attack. Assholes.

This is just one of the few reasons why I don’t like some Americans. They think that by being an American, they have every right to despise every other race.

All I can say is: what goes round, comes round.

These people must burn in Hell.

(By the way, if you’re offended by this song, please sign this petition HERE.)

Random Thoughts

On some nights, I suddenly get hit by a wave of loneliness.

Now that is very strange.

Lack of friends? I have groups of friends whom I truly appreciate, and cherish. I truly enjoy their company.

Lack of family relations? I have the best mother I could ever ask for, and a great elder brother.

Lack of a significant partner? I haven’t discovered my reasons as to why I should have one. I don’t think I should place my reasoning on something as lame as, “because everyone else has, so I should.”

By right, loneliness shouldn’t exist.

As hard as I try to deny its existence, I can still feel it slowly creeping its way into my heart.

Slowly eating me away.

And there’s nothing that I can do.