Shit
Now I have to wait till next Chinese New Year to get another chance at repairing my Macbook screen.
Because there are other stuff more important than blogging
Evidently, I'm not blogging much.
From that sentence you already can tell that I really have NOTHING to say because I'm making an observation that is... easily observable. Which makes it empirical. But is it independently verifiable? Is it falsifiable? I think it is because my posts are becoming short and meaningless. Which makes the observation of my degradation into a bore a scientific fact that can be subjected to single- or multi-factorial tests.
Alternatively, you can get a in-depth interview or throw me into a focus group. Whatever it is just make sure you don't throw luncheon meat slices at me.
Which brings me to another issue. Why is it so damn hot nowadays?
It's only February (Omg i just spelled it as Februrary) for Poseidon's sake why can't you rain more? Rain equals prosperity lei, and I forgot to buy Toto for Friday's $10 million ang-pao draw.
Nevermind I can go tomorrow.
Can you imagine what I can do if I win the $10 million?
I CAN REPAIR MY MACBOOK SCREEN!
It's the old ginger that's still the spiciest
How much alcohol do I have to drink to screw up my voice enough to sound like him?
姜还是老的辣!
Buddhism's my inspiration now.
Because there's no such thing as eternal damnation in Hell due to limited karma. Same goes for the ones who go up for doing a lot of good deeds.
The question now is, how limited my accumulated karma is.
Random
Let's find something in the world that's happy to blog about, shall we?
Haiti.
Nuclear proliferation in Iran.
Niger.
Caning of women in M'sia.
Elections?
Kim Jong Il's birthday.
Pastor Rony.
Liu Xiaobo?
Romanian ambassador.
Ahh screw it.
At least my life's relatively happy compared to all that shit happening outside.
208
There's this chinese saying that goes, "thunder loud, raindrops small".
Basically that's what today's 208 quiz was. Like how the whole of S'pore made a big hoo-ha over the renovation of the National Stadium(er, what's happening to it anyway?). I can't believe I spent the whole CNY holiday partly worrying about it. I should have spent the effort on my other projects lah na bei.
That said, I think the projects are all pouring in. Very sian. Not stressed out yet, but it wouldn't be long before it gets to me.
"Being straightforward is a gift, being too straightforward is a curse."
I'm a cursed man. Gotta learn the art of political-correctness fast.
Gambling
I LOST MONEY ON FIRST DAY OF CNY HOMG.
And you know why? I lost because my friend's mom came out twice and chided us for being too noisy and on the second time, demanded us stop the game IMMEDIATELY. Not only were we halfway through the West Wind(not the West Wing), I WAS ON A WINNING STREAK THAT HAD ALREADY RECLAIMED HALF OF MY LOSSES.
In the end lost 10 bucks. Na bei.
All these years of battle experience on the mahjong table, never have my winning streaks been broken by someone OUTSIDE of the mahjong table.
This is a divine sign.
Mahjong, for me must stop. Now.
Release
And here we go again, the cheery ching-chong-qi-long-dong-qiang song pollution and test-of-PR-skills with over-zealous relatives whom you don't even know if they know your name(because I don't really know who they are exactly also).
Although its CNY, don't expect me to do a happy-new-year sorta post because everyone else is happy so I should offer some sort of balance; more importantly, posting happy posts on MY blog is sacrilege.
That said, I really am pissed off because firstly, this short break marks the beginning of the rest of the semester, which is gonna be REAL busy, and secondly, I need to go visiting for today and off to M'sia for tomorrow.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I haven't even decided on whether to bring the laptop in for M'sia or not!
Ok ranting finished.
Oh, and by the way, Happy Valentine's too.
Hurhur.
Two-Oh-Two
Nowadays I realise that I can start pinning the number 202 to many situations that are undesirable. Pretty dandy and useful I'll say.
Here's a few examples:
Amazing how flexible the number two-hundred and two is eh? Try using it and I'll guarantee you'll never have to use another word of vulgarity again.
Good for those who's chalked up too much bad karma!
This semester is really different
I guess it makes a difference when you find passion and love...
in the modules you study. COM231 Creative Strategies is taking up loads of time(relatively speaking) but because I'm working on stuff which I can see would be applicable to my future job, I can feel the drive and motivation to really work on it, even willing to go back to school at 1AM just to finish up stuff.
Contrast this to modules like those that seeks to improve your literacy in information. They're teaching useless(don't see where the module is heading) stuff and the lack of teaching ability in the tutor doesn't help either.
Oh well. Life sucks take drugs.
Random thought
He who paints the flower cannot paint its fragrance.
Just follow your senses and stop trying so damn hard.
Handphones
I don't change them on a regularly basis, simply because there isn't a need to.
My current Sony Ericsson w810i has served me well, proving its hardiness by staying alive for the past 3-4 years.
My previous phone, which was the Nokia 3200, was even more epic: it survived a tsunami(dropped into toiletbowl), earthquake(dropped from table after I failed to pick up a call), thunderstorm(charger malfunction which fried the charger), frequent skydiving accidents(lost count of the number of times it dropped) and even an extermination-campaign carried out by its owner to see how long it could last.
Now, I'm presented with a rare opportunity to upgrade to a new phone. Reason being the Father is going to upgrade to a line contract that is much more expensive, getting a cheapo phone would be a waste of the perks the plan comes with.
After an hour-long consideration I am left with two choices:
1. Sony Ericsson w995
SE hasn't let me down and their Walkman series fits in well with me, since my Creative Zen Nano requires too much scotchtape to get its act together. However, the major issue I have with it is that this phone is expensive not just for its improved music player, but also because of the built-in 8.1 megapixel camera. In other words, it is trying to fuse the Walkman series and the Cyber-shot series. Why the hell should I spend the money on something that reminds me how ugly I am?
2. Blackberry Curve
The temptation to settle for this is huge. While I tell myself that I'm not doing a business so big that I need a Blackberry, the Curve's lower price range is alluring and the fact that it boasts of practical functions which I will use is even more appealing.
The choice is pretty straightforward for me, if you're smart and able to read between the lines(or rather, patient enough to read this pointless post that is going on about my own meaningless life).
Buying SE would simply be going back to my old lifestyle, except that I get a better MP3 player and a clearer camera which I'll only use when I accidentally select it. The Curve, on the other hand, presents me with the delusion that I'm being constantly connected to the world and hence, trick me into thinking that I know everything and feel gleeful about it.
But there is one very, very, very big problem.
Later screen crack again how?
$200 gone
The difference between getting a professional dentist and student dentists is damn big. The pain level and time taken was so much better that I feel like I can go for it again.
JUST KIDDING.
Anyway I realise that now, I dread the unable-to-eat part more than the i'm-giving-you-anasthesia part of teeth extraction.
No food=cranky=don't feel like doing anything=WASTE TIME
I need to mug.
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Lucky can drink teh. Not as cranky anymore.
202=Incomprehensible
I learn more from my project in a week than I did for the past 3 weeks for 202.
Someone need to reassess the people who are trying to get us literate in information. In fact, check the bloody system can?
I can't help it
A friend commented that he hates this blog, because it's so emo that even when I'm joking around the dark humour is still very depressing.
It's not my fault, really.
Asking me to stop this is like asking Stephen King to stop being scary, getting Haruki Murakami to write utterly mundane and ordinary novels, begging J.R.R Tolkien to write LOTR 4(because he's dead, duh), waiting for 金庸 to write an English novel or even hoping that Russell Lee wins a Pulitzer Prize!
Now before you start giving me the eye-roll for comparing myself to all these great writers(sans the last one), I would like to clarify that I'm not saying I'm on the same level as them; just trying to draw a parallel here.
Oh wait that's as good as saying the same thing isn't it.
ANYWAY. It's in my nature to emo and since the web is my avenue to emo so that in real life I can devote my time to being Mr. Joyful, you'll automatically see a lot of emo posts here and there.
This blog doesn't represent me; it's a part of me that I'm allowing people to see. Like an iceberg, there's still a lot of me that you haven't seen: like how I snatch seats from elderly people on the train, push pregnant women into the path of oncoming trucks or that I cracked the Macbook screen because I hit a kitten with it.
It's never accurate to judge someone by face value, or worse, by the way he/she writes. Personally, I would say that the best way to judge a person is to interact with the person and let your heart tell you what to think, what feeling the person gives you and trust that feeling.
Take for example, in my case, don't be fooled by my witty and sarcastic online persona; I am in fact, a sincere but overly-serious nerd who lacks a sense of humour and is utterly stupid.
Don't let what others say affect, nor should you disregard the subtleties that gives away someone's characters. Believe in what you see.
Oh. My maggi is done.
