BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHARGH.
holy shit holy shit holy shit.
the good die young, right? i'm gonna live 10 more decades, i'm telling you.
by the way. I BEAT MIHO AT SOLITAIRE SHOWDOWN. after like 3 bad streaks, i recuperated my losses in 2 games. did i mention i beat nana (sometimes) too?
and they're all SS QUEENS.
so what does that make me?
MEGASUPERROCKSTAR SS QUEEN, DAMMIT!
in the spirit of my victory, i declare today a public holiday for any direct descendants of my line. including clones.
the day is to be spent meditating over my excellent strategies and persevering spirit. 2 virgins, boy and girl, will be sacrificed on the peak of bukit timah hill to appease my restless spirit. also, the head of the family has to eat chocolates with rice as penance for MY SINS, sorry i meant, the world's. NOT chocolate rice. chocolate WITH rice. oh oh and APC AND TOOL would be banned in the near future awith my clan secret supporters of them, thus, making it more exciting to worship, i mean, support maynard.
it'll be an awesome community.
oh, oops. double you oh are kay.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
bloody cake
phil doesn't want to talk to me because he's "tired lah, cat".
now he's asleep right in front of me with his mouth wide open.
so, i've been feeling quite bad for the past ten minutes and came up with that totally irrelevent little thing at the bottom of this.
Real,
the second of disdain in the air,
that unbearable re-regret,
the obvious subtleness,
That uncertain joy,
the question to the question.
now he's asleep right in front of me with his mouth wide open.
so, i've been feeling quite bad for the past ten minutes and came up with that totally irrelevent little thing at the bottom of this.
Real,
the second of disdain in the air,
that unbearable re-regret,
the obvious subtleness,
That uncertain joy,
the question to the question.
"i cannot touch your shoulder, i cannot touch your head. then touch what siah?"
excellent question.
i am untouchable, loh, thats why. i am of the akhbreed, human.
touch me not.
i am untouchable, loh, thats why. i am of the akhbreed, human.
touch me not.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
like magic
i'm so tired and my headaches are so constant it'll be odd if i don't wake up with a throbbing head.
it's not like the rush has started or anything but lately, i've been feeling out of sorts.
it's not like the rush has started or anything but lately, i've been feeling out of sorts.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
tool
ok i normally never click on youtube videos unless i'm in it so its not like i expect you to click on the 2 awesomely awesome video clips that will follow my equally awesome lohsoh post.
still, i'm telling you, don't be a fag. just click and be awesomely awed for the next 10 minutes.
here's a vid made by a fan. the song's about the founder of weed. watch the video. it's brilliant and fah*toot*ing funny and it brings tears to my eyes. if you want, you can mute the speakers lah. its still funny.
the next one aku suka. Tool back in 1993. see that singer crouching macam cro magnon? that's my dreamboat, maynard. the one i supposedly have, against the wall, a life-sized poster of. yeah. Him. sounds awesome live, doesn't he? so he's not exactly the picture of a glam rockstar. but those are boring. oh, stop reading and watch man.
sigh. even HSPIPF doesn't come close to maynard. or my daddy, for that matter. or my sweet brother who left his headphones home so that i could use them today (mine got busted again). he didnt even tell me he let me use them. i thought i was just lucky he forgot. it seems that he didnt! wah. i honestly felt like hugging him when he said "no lah. you dont have right." so nonchalantly as if it didnt matter. is spare ones sucks ah! i doubt i'd have done the same man. but phil doesnt like hugs period.
sometimes i wonder why i have sad days. i have tool, the francis clan, gabby's cookies, chris' unconditional love, zh's sama-wavelength-ngan-aku jokes, RY and maggot's willing company and the GOTHIC THEMED HARRY POTTER GHOST PARTY TO LOOK FORWARD TO.
oh yeah. and 1/0 and xkcd.com
and school's getting to be an interesting challenge to tackle. whoooopeedoogoldberg.
its so nice to wake up all achy but with a positive attitude. it doesn't happen often but i sure as hell am relishing it.
still, i'm telling you, don't be a fag. just click and be awesomely awed for the next 10 minutes.
here's a vid made by a fan. the song's about the founder of weed. watch the video. it's brilliant and fah*toot*ing funny and it brings tears to my eyes. if you want, you can mute the speakers lah. its still funny.
the next one aku suka. Tool back in 1993. see that singer crouching macam cro magnon? that's my dreamboat, maynard. the one i supposedly have, against the wall, a life-sized poster of. yeah. Him. sounds awesome live, doesn't he? so he's not exactly the picture of a glam rockstar. but those are boring. oh, stop reading and watch man.
sigh. even HSPIPF doesn't come close to maynard. or my daddy, for that matter. or my sweet brother who left his headphones home so that i could use them today (mine got busted again). he didnt even tell me he let me use them. i thought i was just lucky he forgot. it seems that he didnt! wah. i honestly felt like hugging him when he said "no lah. you dont have right." so nonchalantly as if it didnt matter. is spare ones sucks ah! i doubt i'd have done the same man. but phil doesnt like hugs period.
sometimes i wonder why i have sad days. i have tool, the francis clan, gabby's cookies, chris' unconditional love, zh's sama-wavelength-ngan-aku jokes, RY and maggot's willing company and the GOTHIC THEMED HARRY POTTER GHOST PARTY TO LOOK FORWARD TO.
oh yeah. and 1/0 and xkcd.com
and school's getting to be an interesting challenge to tackle. whoooopeedoogoldberg.
its so nice to wake up all achy but with a positive attitude. it doesn't happen often but i sure as hell am relishing it.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
splitting headache & ear-splitting screams.
i feel bad for the man who swings a super-sized string of beads around his body for money because he does it non-stop and still he never stops smiling.
i'm in one of those moods where there's a crack somewhere in the crevice of my heart and i feel like the world doesn't revolve around me or, worse still, the people around me.
and you know what?
panadol really does work. i always knew it did but i always took it for granted. it's been barely half an hour and my throbbing temple has been numbed.
on a little sad note, today, on the bus, i thought about something so sad, i refuse to put in down in this post because mfft jafuuuut hajada ghannyzadokmuck1overzerototallyrocksandilovetailsteak.
but i assure you, i was a tad sad and this is proof =[
anyhoos, i feel the need to gush about hes-so-pee-in-pants-funny (HSPIPF). here's why.
HSPIPF: cat that looks really good!
cat: don't bluff loh. with you i don't know if it's a joke or if you're serious.
HSPIPF: (earnestly) no no no im serious. it really looks good.
cat: uh huh. ok. fine. thanks.
HSPIPF: yeah. it really does... on the hanger.
HAHAHAHAH fah*toot*ing hell really bluff me one! ok i knoooow im supposed to be insulted/paiseh/act-like-kena-jack. but it was funny ah. and i guess, for someone who has a thick hide of keratin in place of her epidermis, i have rhino-thick skin. so compliments NOT meant for me, i'll take. insults that would usually make a little girl walk away in a huff, i'll also take.
see, i'm so thick-skinned, i ended up talking about my amazing thick-skinnedness rather than gush about HSPIPF.
ok basically he's so funny i might have a little crushy wushy on him that'll definitely disappear if i don't see his face for the next, say, 48 hours or so. BUT OMG LAH, CAAAAAAT.
oh! and and and aaaaaand i am MOTIVATED now bebeh. one person to thank: asshole2007. yeppers. as such, the old cat has regained consciousness after 2.5 years of slumber where, in all honesty, the only think i've learnt so far is the many routes to block 52, 53 and 56. from shit-ah-laaaate routes, to enjoy-the sun-routes, to buy-snacks-before-class routes.
its been a fruitful education. i think that's more important than reveling in the knowledge of market segmentation or stare decisis or even the pseudo-interesting-because-its-pseudo-obscure wasps (as in bees).
here's smth funny i saw on today's life! comic section.
bucky katt: i think, therefore i'm annoyed.
rob: no. you talk therefore you annoy.
i'm in one of those moods where there's a crack somewhere in the crevice of my heart and i feel like the world doesn't revolve around me or, worse still, the people around me.
and you know what?
panadol really does work. i always knew it did but i always took it for granted. it's been barely half an hour and my throbbing temple has been numbed.
on a little sad note, today, on the bus, i thought about something so sad, i refuse to put in down in this post because mfft jafuuuut hajada ghannyzadokmuck1overzerototallyrocksandilovetailsteak.
but i assure you, i was a tad sad and this is proof =[
anyhoos, i feel the need to gush about hes-so-pee-in-pants-funny (HSPIPF). here's why.
HSPIPF: cat that looks really good!
cat: don't bluff loh. with you i don't know if it's a joke or if you're serious.
HSPIPF: (earnestly) no no no im serious. it really looks good.
cat: uh huh. ok. fine. thanks.
HSPIPF: yeah. it really does... on the hanger.
HAHAHAHAH fah*toot*ing hell really bluff me one! ok i knoooow im supposed to be insulted/paiseh/act-like-kena-jack. but it was funny ah. and i guess, for someone who has a thick hide of keratin in place of her epidermis, i have rhino-thick skin. so compliments NOT meant for me, i'll take. insults that would usually make a little girl walk away in a huff, i'll also take.
see, i'm so thick-skinned, i ended up talking about my amazing thick-skinnedness rather than gush about HSPIPF.
ok basically he's so funny i might have a little crushy wushy on him that'll definitely disappear if i don't see his face for the next, say, 48 hours or so. BUT OMG LAH, CAAAAAAT.
oh! and and and aaaaaand i am MOTIVATED now bebeh. one person to thank: asshole2007. yeppers. as such, the old cat has regained consciousness after 2.5 years of slumber where, in all honesty, the only think i've learnt so far is the many routes to block 52, 53 and 56. from shit-ah-laaaate routes, to enjoy-the sun-routes, to buy-snacks-before-class routes.
its been a fruitful education. i think that's more important than reveling in the knowledge of market segmentation or stare decisis or even the pseudo-interesting-because-its-pseudo-obscure wasps (as in bees).
here's smth funny i saw on today's life! comic section.
bucky katt: i think, therefore i'm annoyed.
rob: no. you talk therefore you annoy.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
dont give up
amazing.
remember murphy's law? i thought i was done with it after my iap stint. i thought, hey, now i've learnt my lesson, no more procrastinating, no more assumptions. so everything's gonna be fine.
but hey, that itself was an assumption.
murphy never fails to fail, i tell you. its damn funny.
aud and i finished our capsule like 2 days earlier and the day before D DAY, i realised we had a slight information glitch. minor thing, but it matters.
my point is, murphy's law strikes as and when. and on the day i'm having a tummy upset somemore! (never fucking drink expired milk even if it tastes/smells ok) i mean, how low can murphy get, man.
i wish it was xmas already. no, i wish it was the 27th of december already, then we could have our gothic harry potter ghost xmas party. the thought of it is the only thing keeping me going.
but well.
because ive decided to utilise my stubbornness for good and not evil, i am stubbornly being happy despite my extremely cmi day. i am also going to bravely face my scary long day tomorrow, which starts at 8 in the fucking aye am and ends at probably 9 in the fucking pee am. radio talk show, followed by a 3 hr break filled with capsule correction, marketing meeting and medlaw meeting-cum-assignment-hand-in and then there's imc lecture and tutorial. the day ends with another round of facing protools for capsule number 2.
and its not like i'm gonna have an early night either.
sucks eggs eh?
remember murphy's law? i thought i was done with it after my iap stint. i thought, hey, now i've learnt my lesson, no more procrastinating, no more assumptions. so everything's gonna be fine.
but hey, that itself was an assumption.
murphy never fails to fail, i tell you. its damn funny.
aud and i finished our capsule like 2 days earlier and the day before D DAY, i realised we had a slight information glitch. minor thing, but it matters.
my point is, murphy's law strikes as and when. and on the day i'm having a tummy upset somemore! (never fucking drink expired milk even if it tastes/smells ok) i mean, how low can murphy get, man.
i wish it was xmas already. no, i wish it was the 27th of december already, then we could have our gothic harry potter ghost xmas party. the thought of it is the only thing keeping me going.
but well.
because ive decided to utilise my stubbornness for good and not evil, i am stubbornly being happy despite my extremely cmi day. i am also going to bravely face my scary long day tomorrow, which starts at 8 in the fucking aye am and ends at probably 9 in the fucking pee am. radio talk show, followed by a 3 hr break filled with capsule correction, marketing meeting and medlaw meeting-cum-assignment-hand-in and then there's imc lecture and tutorial. the day ends with another round of facing protools for capsule number 2.
and its not like i'm gonna have an early night either.
sucks eggs eh?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
rifts
if you came for a fix of another person's sorry state of mind, you've come to the right place. welcome and please, don't regret this silly decision because i am going to waste your time.
and for once, shut the fuck up about my whole stand on angst. i won't laugh it off anymore. i'm being totally seriously now even if it doesn't seem like it.
and i'll know if you've read this because your eyes will tell how you're inwardly laughing your ass out, inwardly mocking me for my folly, for my sudden desire for truth and for my stubborn little self.
i am falling. thats it. i want to run away from everything even if finally things are somewhat on an okay side. my weekends are no longer spent at The Greased Hell, i'm coping with the many changes in school and i'm much more focused and motivated finally.
but i will never be happy. because all it took was for me to say one word before i got a glimpse of everyone's insides. my father's boredom, my mother's frustration, my pessimism, phil's indifference and steph's innocence. i tell you now, we are all going mad. i know i am. pick apart the jokes and the light-hearted banter, thats what you get. near insanity.
it bothers me and i am tired. the only one who can put things in context is probably my bff baby brother.
i get bothered by everything. the little innocent comments you make. the timely or untimely snorts, glares and sighs. the sarcasm, the what-the-fucks, the obligatory giggle. the truth-sessions where everyone bedek bedek come out of their shell and share things even idiots can figure out. it bothers me.
i don't laugh all the time ok. neither am i lame all the time. i just find obscure humour in everything. truth be told, i am a brooding gloomy little thing. sometimes i think maybe i have asperger's or something, just without the being-a-savant part.
yeah ok fine ill give myself some credit.
im out.
and for once, shut the fuck up about my whole stand on angst. i won't laugh it off anymore. i'm being totally seriously now even if it doesn't seem like it.
and i'll know if you've read this because your eyes will tell how you're inwardly laughing your ass out, inwardly mocking me for my folly, for my sudden desire for truth and for my stubborn little self.
i am falling. thats it. i want to run away from everything even if finally things are somewhat on an okay side. my weekends are no longer spent at The Greased Hell, i'm coping with the many changes in school and i'm much more focused and motivated finally.
but i will never be happy. because all it took was for me to say one word before i got a glimpse of everyone's insides. my father's boredom, my mother's frustration, my pessimism, phil's indifference and steph's innocence. i tell you now, we are all going mad. i know i am. pick apart the jokes and the light-hearted banter, thats what you get. near insanity.
it bothers me and i am tired. the only one who can put things in context is probably my bff baby brother.
i get bothered by everything. the little innocent comments you make. the timely or untimely snorts, glares and sighs. the sarcasm, the what-the-fucks, the obligatory giggle. the truth-sessions where everyone bedek bedek come out of their shell and share things even idiots can figure out. it bothers me.
i don't laugh all the time ok. neither am i lame all the time. i just find obscure humour in everything. truth be told, i am a brooding gloomy little thing. sometimes i think maybe i have asperger's or something, just without the being-a-savant part.
yeah ok fine ill give myself some credit.
im out.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
if i'd have spoken straighter
I HAVE A MILLION THINGS TO DO AND I'M BLOGGING.
CONFIRM DIE CONFIRM DIE CONFIRM DIE
ok lah no lah. im actually quite focused today. this is one of the many two minute breaks i've allowed myself. oh, and i took 15 two minute breaks one shot just to watch The Noose.
oh yeah confirm die confirm die confirm die.
The Noose is funny. im being totally seriously right now.
and also, i've come to realise how my daddy is going crazy. uh huh. i need to come up with an awesome project for him to work on. probably get him some model ship pieces thing or something. i don't know. what do old men like?
shall i get him a knitting starter kit?
CONFIRM DIE CONFIRM DIE CONFIRM DIE
ok lah no lah. im actually quite focused today. this is one of the many two minute breaks i've allowed myself. oh, and i took 15 two minute breaks one shot just to watch The Noose.
oh yeah confirm die confirm die confirm die.
The Noose is funny. im being totally seriously right now.
and also, i've come to realise how my daddy is going crazy. uh huh. i need to come up with an awesome project for him to work on. probably get him some model ship pieces thing or something. i don't know. what do old men like?
shall i get him a knitting starter kit?
Thursday, November 08, 2007
mischief without malice <3
just watched the news. according to reports, 1 in 4 singaporeans may be carrying superbugs like *** and m-something-or-another. of course, it was only tested on 100 people before they entered the hospital. if you did the math, only 25 people were carriers.
so maybe those 25 were unique occurrences. or maybe the 75 were the unique occurrences and, really, the rest of the untested singaporeans are carriers of the superbugs.
scary man!
what if the superbugs turn out to be the rage virus? oh wait. there's a difference between bacteria and virus. ok, then WHAT IF THE SUPERBUGS TURN OUT TO BE THE RAGE BACTERIA AND, LIKE ANY SUPERBUG, IS IMMUNE TO ALL SORTS OF ANTIBIOTICS EXISTENT IN THE WORLD?
die loh, like that. one day i will really be the last person on earth. alamak. see? now the world's fate lies on my shoulders. streeeeesssss siah.
hey! relief my stress.
the new w910i sony ericsson damn nice, right! (:
so maybe those 25 were unique occurrences. or maybe the 75 were the unique occurrences and, really, the rest of the untested singaporeans are carriers of the superbugs.
scary man!
what if the superbugs turn out to be the rage virus? oh wait. there's a difference between bacteria and virus. ok, then WHAT IF THE SUPERBUGS TURN OUT TO BE THE RAGE BACTERIA AND, LIKE ANY SUPERBUG, IS IMMUNE TO ALL SORTS OF ANTIBIOTICS EXISTENT IN THE WORLD?
die loh, like that. one day i will really be the last person on earth. alamak. see? now the world's fate lies on my shoulders. streeeeesssss siah.
hey! relief my stress.
the new w910i sony ericsson damn nice, right! (:
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
tuesdays!
tuesdays are the best. im a bit woozy from self-medication but i still managed to finish my part of the capsule script, really drill in my brain wtf stare decisis is and the other law-de-daws, do some obligatory group work AND finish watching zombie loan.
yeah balls. yeah! yeah! yeah!
i prolly was a bit pmsish the last time. and i took the whole thing down! i mean, the language! i'm bound to go to hell loh, like that.
guess what. i'll do what cat always does in not-very-pleasant situations like these. tahaaaan, tahaaaaan, tahaaaaan and try not to complain ah. bahahahahaaaaargh. yeah. oh and not to talk to myself because PEOPLE CAN HEAR SIAH. it was so funny just now! imagine all the non-commital "uh... yeah" i got. but what to do. its the meds. its as if i was wading through oil the whole day and i kept zoning out.
i think meds make me cranky. yeah. thats it.
oh yeah. meiji coffee milk rocks. go get some and be totally stumped at how the rich flavour caresses your tastebuds. (i was about to say tantalise... but caress sounds super waaah)
yeah. done
yeah balls. yeah! yeah! yeah!
i prolly was a bit pmsish the last time. and i took the whole thing down! i mean, the language! i'm bound to go to hell loh, like that.
guess what. i'll do what cat always does in not-very-pleasant situations like these. tahaaaan, tahaaaaan, tahaaaaan and try not to complain ah. bahahahahaaaaargh. yeah. oh and not to talk to myself because PEOPLE CAN HEAR SIAH. it was so funny just now! imagine all the non-commital "uh... yeah" i got. but what to do. its the meds. its as if i was wading through oil the whole day and i kept zoning out.
i think meds make me cranky. yeah. thats it.
oh yeah. meiji coffee milk rocks. go get some and be totally stumped at how the rich flavour caresses your tastebuds. (i was about to say tantalise... but caress sounds super waaah)
yeah. done
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
like, totally
i am officially part of the dead undead society, where dead zombies petition for a third chance to be alive again. this time, to live it up.
ok. lars and the real girl. it's a story that makes you have a perpetual lump in your throat. ryan gosling was the best choice for the part of lars. imagine tom cruise acting the part! or or or or monotonous keanu reeves! but must watch man.
so anyway im wide awake now. talk cock with fiona until we fell asleep on the couch. macam got a thousand and one stories to say man. i predict i am going to be unproductive for the next few hours. that makes it the third day i've been stubbornly unproductive.
what to do. i going through temporaria rebelliusus phasa. its a dreaded disease that strikes a t the wrong time.
eh, what are you waiting for? go watch lars and the real girl and be awed.
ok. lars and the real girl. it's a story that makes you have a perpetual lump in your throat. ryan gosling was the best choice for the part of lars. imagine tom cruise acting the part! or or or or monotonous keanu reeves! but must watch man.
so anyway im wide awake now. talk cock with fiona until we fell asleep on the couch. macam got a thousand and one stories to say man. i predict i am going to be unproductive for the next few hours. that makes it the third day i've been stubbornly unproductive.
what to do. i going through temporaria rebelliusus phasa. its a dreaded disease that strikes a t the wrong time.
eh, what are you waiting for? go watch lars and the real girl and be awed.
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