Haven’t been as faithful posting things up on the blog recently. Well, guess the only people affected will be the ones who are hopelessly bored with nothing else better to entertain them online.
Sorry, I know how it feels to be freaking bored out of your mind.
Had tutorial discussion today on the charismatic Satan in Milton’s Paradise Lost and my take on it is that, sin is always alluring. The power of what’s wrong is always so magnetic and fascinating. BTW, Satan’s really super cool and interesting there. Check it out if wanna impress someone. Hah!
Which is why as Badass says, there are stupid girls abound who fall for bastard men. Interestingly, as this test shows, I’m not one of those idiotic girls!
Surprise surprise!
You like the prince charming type.
What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)
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But then, who doesn’t like to be charmed right?
As K, who suddenly out of the blue told me that he’s determined to be the faithful boyfriend, (man, I’m putting this on so that u can point it out to M. See, such a buddy I am…) said:
“Women just need to feel loved. That’s like the thang…”
Shallow as it may seem, not analytical and all… who wouldn’t like to be loved?
That’s like freaking DUH!
Haha!
Again, it is just how you wanna be loved, which will probably explain the many super gorgeous girls who’re with uncouth, loud, old but RICH men.
Materialistic Singaporean Women???
I must say, I’m merely a consumerist. We can go into that another time.
*hugz* to nice friends. Here’s a tribute to HT, XX, K and A. Who brought cheer to the :(-ist today. Thanks.
(Just accept it graciously…)
Sorry, I know how it feels to be freaking bored out of your mind.
Had tutorial discussion today on the charismatic Satan in Milton’s Paradise Lost and my take on it is that, sin is always alluring. The power of what’s wrong is always so magnetic and fascinating. BTW, Satan’s really super cool and interesting there. Check it out if wanna impress someone. Hah!
Which is why as Badass says, there are stupid girls abound who fall for bastard men. Interestingly, as this test shows, I’m not one of those idiotic girls!
Surprise surprise!
You like the prince charming type.
What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)
brought to you by Quizilla
But then, who doesn’t like to be charmed right?
As K, who suddenly out of the blue told me that he’s determined to be the faithful boyfriend, (man, I’m putting this on so that u can point it out to M. See, such a buddy I am…) said:
“Women just need to feel loved. That’s like the thang…”
Shallow as it may seem, not analytical and all… who wouldn’t like to be loved?
That’s like freaking DUH!
Haha!
Again, it is just how you wanna be loved, which will probably explain the many super gorgeous girls who’re with uncouth, loud, old but RICH men.
Materialistic Singaporean Women???
I must say, I’m merely a consumerist. We can go into that another time.
*hugz* to nice friends. Here’s a tribute to HT, XX, K and A. Who brought cheer to the :(-ist today. Thanks.
(Just accept it graciously…)
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Tuesday, March 29, 2005 |
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Great! Haven't felt soooo unattractive in a while. Sigh.
Need to do something drastic.
Putting braces is apparently a super beneficial act.
1. Straightens ur teeth
2. Increases ur self-exteem
3. Loses more than 8kg!
Yea, my bro's JC friend lost 8kg or more coz she put on braces and couldn't eat. Now, that's some gain from self-imposed torture. So from a chubby girl, she's now quite chio...
Actually, being clinically depressed has the same effect too. Know quite a couple of girls who had that happen to them.
Yea, I know I'm sick and morbid. But self torture does have its charms. People do love doing it and basking in the glowing aftermath of it.
Like its a bloody badge of honor to be disfunctional.
Guess in a way, this post proves it.
=S
Need to do something drastic.
Putting braces is apparently a super beneficial act.
1. Straightens ur teeth
2. Increases ur self-exteem
3. Loses more than 8kg!
Yea, my bro's JC friend lost 8kg or more coz she put on braces and couldn't eat. Now, that's some gain from self-imposed torture. So from a chubby girl, she's now quite chio...
Actually, being clinically depressed has the same effect too. Know quite a couple of girls who had that happen to them.
Yea, I know I'm sick and morbid. But self torture does have its charms. People do love doing it and basking in the glowing aftermath of it.
Like its a bloody badge of honor to be disfunctional.
Guess in a way, this post proves it.
=S
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Friday, March 25, 2005 |
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I've always had an obsession with my brother's small, perfect, shell-shaped ears. Just had to take a photo of it before he got out of bed today. If you look really closely, the redness of sleep together with the faint fuzz gives his ear the texture of peaches...So cute!
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, March 23, 2005 |
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Haven't been blogging much these days, at least not long entries, coz life has been busy. (Real life I mean) Been going out and doing stuff...like essays. Bah!
Thanks to all the sweet folks who remembered my bday. Thanks... Good to know I have friends around.
Special mention to Iggy. Although I didn't get to talk to you properly, ur sms-es during tQ really brought comfort to me. I dunno how things will turn out but whatever it is, I'll miss u super alot when u're away. *hugz* Feel so blessed to have an Angel like you...
Actually didn't intend to come online so late to blog. But since I'm online, checking out ppl's msn-nicks to try to figure out how they are... might as well just put in a short entry.
Class tmr... long day and all... Think its enuff staying up waiting.
:I
"I would love to be proven wrong, but it seems like I've just been proven right..."
Thanks to all the sweet folks who remembered my bday. Thanks... Good to know I have friends around.
Special mention to Iggy. Although I didn't get to talk to you properly, ur sms-es during tQ really brought comfort to me. I dunno how things will turn out but whatever it is, I'll miss u super alot when u're away. *hugz* Feel so blessed to have an Angel like you...
Actually didn't intend to come online so late to blog. But since I'm online, checking out ppl's msn-nicks to try to figure out how they are... might as well just put in a short entry.
Class tmr... long day and all... Think its enuff staying up waiting.
:I
"I would love to be proven wrong, but it seems like I've just been proven right..."
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Monday, March 21, 2005 |
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This year, I don't think I look any older. (Thank God!!) But the eye bags appear to have become bigger! Directly related to my age??? So yea, one year older, more experienced, perhaps wiser? Hee...
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Friday, March 18, 2005 |
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One year ago, I was at the same event, doing the same thing. One year has since passed and so many things have changed. One thing I'm glad is that new relationships have been formed. Thank God for friends who grow old with me... Looking forward to sitting in the sunset with you guys. =)
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Friday, March 18, 2005 |
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功课好烦
心情就烦
得不到我期望的谅解
就连杞人优天
都要换到改天
这杯不就是我选择的悲？
心情就烦
得不到我期望的谅解
就连杞人优天
都要换到改天
这杯不就是我选择的悲？
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, March 16, 2005 |
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I’m sitting here at a place where I know there’s no turning back. I had thought it’ll be terrifying to be here, but I now know that it’s not. Coz things will be alright. In fact, it’s quite nice. Not easy but nice…
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Monday, March 14, 2005 |
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Cocky looking SM looking better and better these days. The guy's still single and looking.
In my opinion, he's more charming now that he's older and after staying in hall.
So... interested girls, he's a 22 years old male, Engineer, gym-going, slightly shy, with a sense of humour, sporty, English speaking, PAP type family, ACS boy...
Drop me your application in the comments!
Yes, I know I'm SDU-ish...
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 13, 2005 |
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Wayne doing a handstand. Silly guy went "Look ma! No hands!" at one point. But the phone's camera couldn't really capture.
Ever the gentleman, there was this totally "shameless bitch" moment that went:
W: I'm sorry. Did I bump into you?
SB: It's ok. It was good.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 13, 2005 |
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Haven't blogged for a couple of days because the torrent of thoughts and feelings that run rampant around my mind, in and out of my heart are just too much to put into words.
Essentially, the emotional rollercoaster ride is a rough ride. More so than usual, so much so that they were beyond writing as catharsis. But nevermind, obviously I'm writing now... In summary:
When you're feeling, don't think. The more you think, the worse reality appears.
Also thought about my ex. Not the fling but the nice guy who didn't work out. Even though I complain and bitch about him a lot, I think he has set a high standard for the people to come. Shall refrain going into details too much lest some people think I'm still not over him (which I am, I'm sure). But the point is, if not for the huge personality mismatch and his absolute-clam way of communication, he would have been perfect for/to me. In the sense that I am full of shit and his tolerance of shit is quite high.
Guess time does have a way of making things seem rosier...
On what basis am I saying this? Firstly, coz he's now with this very sweet girl and I am vehemently against any form of 3rd partying. Secondly, I am perfectly sure that Mao (that's the ex) and I can never ever in a thousand years get back together again. Therefore, I can say whatever I want. =)
Ya, the point is that when you talk to young women who appear to be independent, modern and assertive about their ideal man, chances are, they want someone to "take care of them". Which is bloody ironic since we (I use 'we' because I belong to this group as well) are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves and other people. But somehow, social conditioning has it that we look for a "sense of security".
My take on it is that I'm too tired of playing superwoman in my regular life. So when I'm with someone, I wanna be with someone strong who can handle our relationship. So that I can just go protected under the huge span of his wings. So that I can rely on that someone to carry me through my unreasonable outbursts.
Speaking of which, many guys (you know who you are... won't name u in case I paiseh ur gf) have complained to me before about their girlfriends' "unreasonable outbursts". Lemme tell you, it's normal. All girls do it (trust me, I have girl friends too), it's just a matter of whether they deny doing it. In my feminine opinion, usually the issue she is bursting about is a mask for her inherent insecurity. So... when faced with an unreasonable situation, just reassure, reassure and reassure.
Unless of course there's some serious issue. Then talk it out, gently please. And if need be, let her rave and rant. Chances are, if she's not truly unreasonable, she'll be embarrassed at the end of it and apologize. Then, you'll come out smelling like a rose! But if she's not, then... erm... good luck and get your eyesight checked. Haha!
That's me! Eternally advocator of SDU... Dispenser of good advice... Great joy in seeing people happily together... the whole works...
As long as it doesn't directly concern me. Then all of it screws up.
Hah!
Strangely deja vu... like "Hitch".
(great pak-tor i.e. dating movie by the way. Go catch it and hold hands!!!)
Essentially, the emotional rollercoaster ride is a rough ride. More so than usual, so much so that they were beyond writing as catharsis. But nevermind, obviously I'm writing now... In summary:
When you're feeling, don't think. The more you think, the worse reality appears.
Also thought about my ex. Not the fling but the nice guy who didn't work out. Even though I complain and bitch about him a lot, I think he has set a high standard for the people to come. Shall refrain going into details too much lest some people think I'm still not over him (which I am, I'm sure). But the point is, if not for the huge personality mismatch and his absolute-clam way of communication, he would have been perfect for/to me. In the sense that I am full of shit and his tolerance of shit is quite high.
Guess time does have a way of making things seem rosier...
On what basis am I saying this? Firstly, coz he's now with this very sweet girl and I am vehemently against any form of 3rd partying. Secondly, I am perfectly sure that Mao (that's the ex) and I can never ever in a thousand years get back together again. Therefore, I can say whatever I want. =)
Ya, the point is that when you talk to young women who appear to be independent, modern and assertive about their ideal man, chances are, they want someone to "take care of them". Which is bloody ironic since we (I use 'we' because I belong to this group as well) are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves and other people. But somehow, social conditioning has it that we look for a "sense of security".
My take on it is that I'm too tired of playing superwoman in my regular life. So when I'm with someone, I wanna be with someone strong who can handle our relationship. So that I can just go protected under the huge span of his wings. So that I can rely on that someone to carry me through my unreasonable outbursts.
Speaking of which, many guys (you know who you are... won't name u in case I paiseh ur gf) have complained to me before about their girlfriends' "unreasonable outbursts". Lemme tell you, it's normal. All girls do it (trust me, I have girl friends too), it's just a matter of whether they deny doing it. In my feminine opinion, usually the issue she is bursting about is a mask for her inherent insecurity. So... when faced with an unreasonable situation, just reassure, reassure and reassure.
Unless of course there's some serious issue. Then talk it out, gently please. And if need be, let her rave and rant. Chances are, if she's not truly unreasonable, she'll be embarrassed at the end of it and apologize. Then, you'll come out smelling like a rose! But if she's not, then... erm... good luck and get your eyesight checked. Haha!
That's me! Eternally advocator of SDU... Dispenser of good advice... Great joy in seeing people happily together... the whole works...
As long as it doesn't directly concern me. Then all of it screws up.
Hah!
Strangely deja vu... like "Hitch".
(great pak-tor i.e. dating movie by the way. Go catch it and hold hands!!!)
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 13, 2005 |
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Started baking mince meat pies at 1030pm yesterday... hmm... make that the day before. Didn't end until 230am. I know, it's weird and crazy to do that. Anyway, the pastries were quite well received. (or at least the ppl who ate them were kind) A sample of the one XX got. Pretty? =)
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, March 09, 2005 |
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Great leaps of logic
I’ve never liked making irrational decisions. Although I must make a huge disclaimer that I somehow do make emotional choices. However, whether I do or not doesn’t really matter coz the main point here is that I don’t like my determining factor when choosing a path to be my heart rather than my mind.
Call me cold, cowardly or antithesis to the wonderful spirit of carpe diem. But I actually prefer to be this way.
Why? Probably because emotions are such intangible and constantly changing non-entities. Whenever I get to air my two cents worth, I enjoy propounding my “Love is a verb, not a noun” theory. Essentially, that the great big L is in fact an action, not this great big container that one haplessly falls into. On good days, I would tell my captive audience that we need to work on love, grasping on to the rope of commitment to pull us across the chasms when people you’re supposed to love aren’t too lovable. But today is not such a day.
Actually, if you noticed, I contradicted myself.
Love cannot be akin to a container, because it is the space, the ‘non-entity’ that I was alluding to. The term ‘non entity’, evokes a common understanding that love, like wind is invisible. We don’t see it, we can’t touch it but when wind comes we feel it in our hair, we see the leaves fluttering, dancing with it. An extremely romanticized perspective isn’t it? Hah!
Guess beneath my self proclaimed armor of cynicism, youthful idealism still runs naked. I’m still fascinated with the topsy-turvy, the way the wind retouches my everyday world into this comfortable yet dissimilar fantasy. The issue being I’m fast departing the realm of youth. The loss of innocence, into the world of experience, into the fallen world, full of pain and imperfection is frightening.
Anyway, the point is that like love, as I’ve said before, any emotion is felt in varying degrees at different point in time. To cite a negative, hence more easily identifiable example, we have:
Hate
(to feel) f-ed up
Dislike
Nonchalant
Angry
Pissed off
Irritated
Miffed
If you’ve noticed, feeling nonchalant is ranked higher in intensity, over being pissed off. Have you ever told someone that you don’t feel anything about someone or an issue just to mask that strange sour aftertaste in your mouth? Or saying “it’s alright” to give up on making a point?
In my humble opinion, not caring is worse than being angry at someone, coz when I’m angry at you; it implies that you still mean enough for me to expend my energy in being angry with you. It doesn’t matter when you don’t matter.
This particular hypothesis is subsumed under my two cents theory on “The Spirit of Whatever” which one day, I might actually get down to formulating my random thoughts into words. But meanwhile, this earth shattering exposition can only reside in this long running out of breath aside, in that space circumscribed by my two pairs of index and middle fingers wriggling, in this imaginary parenthesis.
That’s rather like what I’m feeling now. As if I am occupying this plane where I don’t really exist. What am I doing? Who am I? In a situation where I’ve been before, but this time, there’s no familiarity. Like entering an enchanted forest, which you’ve been in the distant, hazy past and you’re revisiting. Yet this time, the trees look foreign, the very air you breathe seems heavier and the sensations evoked by the old sight are quite different.
And I can’t really place a finger upon it. It is different alright, but how so? Is it coz my journeys have made me a different person and this new me am now incapable of those naïve reactions which were once termed feelings?
Perhaps the memories of the previous visits to this grove still haunt me, protective of my memory of the place, trying to chase me out of this mystic area… If so, is the ghost malicious or benevolent?
Or maybe coz I’m transgressing on the sanctity of the illusive region and its guardians have punished me by removing my sensitivities, my ability to feel?
How bout the fact my guide to this magical forest is different? Pointing out different sights that the previous guides chose not to draw my attention to…
Then again, this might be the real thing. Reality as we know is often more diluted. Which inexorably brings us to the classic modernist question: What is the real thing?
I don’t know. Or better phrased, I know it, just that I haven’t discovered it.
All I feel now is that my journeying is exhausting me. Is it worth it to continue? Unknowingly, I’ve come to a full circle.
I think, therefore I am.
I feel, therefore I’m Man.
Call me cold, cowardly or antithesis to the wonderful spirit of carpe diem. But I actually prefer to be this way.
Why? Probably because emotions are such intangible and constantly changing non-entities. Whenever I get to air my two cents worth, I enjoy propounding my “Love is a verb, not a noun” theory. Essentially, that the great big L is in fact an action, not this great big container that one haplessly falls into. On good days, I would tell my captive audience that we need to work on love, grasping on to the rope of commitment to pull us across the chasms when people you’re supposed to love aren’t too lovable. But today is not such a day.
Actually, if you noticed, I contradicted myself.
Love cannot be akin to a container, because it is the space, the ‘non-entity’ that I was alluding to. The term ‘non entity’, evokes a common understanding that love, like wind is invisible. We don’t see it, we can’t touch it but when wind comes we feel it in our hair, we see the leaves fluttering, dancing with it. An extremely romanticized perspective isn’t it? Hah!
Guess beneath my self proclaimed armor of cynicism, youthful idealism still runs naked. I’m still fascinated with the topsy-turvy, the way the wind retouches my everyday world into this comfortable yet dissimilar fantasy. The issue being I’m fast departing the realm of youth. The loss of innocence, into the world of experience, into the fallen world, full of pain and imperfection is frightening.
Anyway, the point is that like love, as I’ve said before, any emotion is felt in varying degrees at different point in time. To cite a negative, hence more easily identifiable example, we have:
Hate
(to feel) f-ed up
Dislike
Nonchalant
Angry
Pissed off
Irritated
Miffed
If you’ve noticed, feeling nonchalant is ranked higher in intensity, over being pissed off. Have you ever told someone that you don’t feel anything about someone or an issue just to mask that strange sour aftertaste in your mouth? Or saying “it’s alright” to give up on making a point?
In my humble opinion, not caring is worse than being angry at someone, coz when I’m angry at you; it implies that you still mean enough for me to expend my energy in being angry with you. It doesn’t matter when you don’t matter.
This particular hypothesis is subsumed under my two cents theory on “The Spirit of Whatever” which one day, I might actually get down to formulating my random thoughts into words. But meanwhile, this earth shattering exposition can only reside in this long running out of breath aside, in that space circumscribed by my two pairs of index and middle fingers wriggling, in this imaginary parenthesis.
That’s rather like what I’m feeling now. As if I am occupying this plane where I don’t really exist. What am I doing? Who am I? In a situation where I’ve been before, but this time, there’s no familiarity. Like entering an enchanted forest, which you’ve been in the distant, hazy past and you’re revisiting. Yet this time, the trees look foreign, the very air you breathe seems heavier and the sensations evoked by the old sight are quite different.
And I can’t really place a finger upon it. It is different alright, but how so? Is it coz my journeys have made me a different person and this new me am now incapable of those naïve reactions which were once termed feelings?
Perhaps the memories of the previous visits to this grove still haunt me, protective of my memory of the place, trying to chase me out of this mystic area… If so, is the ghost malicious or benevolent?
Or maybe coz I’m transgressing on the sanctity of the illusive region and its guardians have punished me by removing my sensitivities, my ability to feel?
How bout the fact my guide to this magical forest is different? Pointing out different sights that the previous guides chose not to draw my attention to…
Then again, this might be the real thing. Reality as we know is often more diluted. Which inexorably brings us to the classic modernist question: What is the real thing?
I don’t know. Or better phrased, I know it, just that I haven’t discovered it.
All I feel now is that my journeying is exhausting me. Is it worth it to continue? Unknowingly, I’ve come to a full circle.
I think, therefore I am.
I feel, therefore I’m Man.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Tuesday, March 08, 2005 |
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Have this nasty feeling in my gut that nothing is right… Everything seems to be wrong.
Hate it.
But not going to do anything about it as well.
Coz somehow, I guess I relish living in misery. And perhaps I know that what is wrong should run its course.
F-ed up…
Hate it.
But not going to do anything about it as well.
Coz somehow, I guess I relish living in misery. And perhaps I know that what is wrong should run its course.
F-ed up…
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Monday, March 07, 2005 |
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Top: FY's diamond looks good on me too!
Bottom: JY's great buy at the forum. I was there but I missed it! Grr...
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 06, 2005 |
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I know the pictures are horrible. But give some comments?
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 06, 2005 |
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Oh… I’m mighty pleased! Firstly, managed to successfully transfer photos taken on the loan phone onto the laptop! Which means, I’ve decided that I only need infrared and not Bluetooth on the new phone! Hee… So that’s one dilemma solved and one more new toy to play with.
Look out for lots of pictures! *grinz*
And… I’ve backed up phone contacts onto the laptop! So pleased… Hopefully the impact of technological mishaps would be greatly reduced from now on. Momsy will be pleased too coz she wants to backup her contacts as well.
Happiness!
*smug look*
Look out for lots of pictures! *grinz*
And… I’ve backed up phone contacts onto the laptop! So pleased… Hopefully the impact of technological mishaps would be greatly reduced from now on. Momsy will be pleased too coz she wants to backup her contacts as well.
Happiness!
*smug look*
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 06, 2005 |
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golliwog... the doll: Some people have been asking what a Golli is... and because I'm always so diplomatic and politically correct, this is what a golliwog looks like. But not how the Golliwog looks like of course... Ha!
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 06, 2005 |
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Oh yea... for the non e.lit students (haha! I'm super ELITtist these days) , go check out what Montage is. Ha... damn cutie right?
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 06, 2005 |
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I suspect a conspiracy. Technology seems to be ganging up against me today.
In the morning, I overheard the hand phone whisper to the battery:
“Hang in there buddy, die when she’s about to go out.”
Not knowing that I was only pretending to be asleep, I made alternative arrangements to rendezvous with the spare phone instead. The expedition with spare phone went without a hitch all the way until I returned to the headquarters. With my guard down, I relied solely on spare phone for all my correspondence. Unknowingly…
Spare phone is a double agent!
Alas!
It tricked me into agreeing to delete ALL the contacts in my Secret Informative Members (SIM) card. The villains! They had decrypted Donne’s “No man is an island”. I had fallen into their trap! How foolish!
Left isolated, hapless and contactless, I played my last card. I linked up with the messenger from MSN to seek out contacts in the far reaches of the circle I know as social. Thank goodness I had my wits intact; and gained most of the lost ground stolen by the enemy.
I thought my battle with techno was over at that. But little did I know that the conspiracy only moved on to a higher plane.
Their next move was made so subtly that I almost missed it. Discretely, they released the tone detonator. The smoke screen was so perfect that I misinterpreted the tone in vital Secret Mission Signals (SMS) that agent G sent to me. The misinterpretations were costly. Seeds of suspicion were sown and communication between agent G and me almost broke down at one point.
Almost I say, almost… we had one last chance with the common L code that we spoke. Reverting back to code L, Agent G tore techno’s scheme apart at the seams.
But the score was not settled.
In the apparent security of headquarters, techno planted a mole. The Disarming Adversary Decoy (DAD) collaborated with the Masked Admirer (MA) to lure me to the victuals preparation laboratory. When I was away from my work station, the DAD eradicated all traces of my report for the B. Log.
I was devastated when I found the data gone! At the moment the hideous act was discovered, my intuition told me something was wrong. But I did not dare point the finger at anyone. However, the decoy’s suspicious silence alerted my spidey-senses. Immediately I asked who had been near my work station. Guilt stricken, the decoy broke down and confessed his crimes.
And so, justice prevails and the world is once safe again.
Is this the end of Techno?
Stay tuned for more adventures of the Winsome Police… (ala whiney princess… Hee)
*Credits roll*
In the morning, I overheard the hand phone whisper to the battery:
“Hang in there buddy, die when she’s about to go out.”
Not knowing that I was only pretending to be asleep, I made alternative arrangements to rendezvous with the spare phone instead. The expedition with spare phone went without a hitch all the way until I returned to the headquarters. With my guard down, I relied solely on spare phone for all my correspondence. Unknowingly…
Spare phone is a double agent!
Alas!
It tricked me into agreeing to delete ALL the contacts in my Secret Informative Members (SIM) card. The villains! They had decrypted Donne’s “No man is an island”. I had fallen into their trap! How foolish!
Left isolated, hapless and contactless, I played my last card. I linked up with the messenger from MSN to seek out contacts in the far reaches of the circle I know as social. Thank goodness I had my wits intact; and gained most of the lost ground stolen by the enemy.
I thought my battle with techno was over at that. But little did I know that the conspiracy only moved on to a higher plane.
Their next move was made so subtly that I almost missed it. Discretely, they released the tone detonator. The smoke screen was so perfect that I misinterpreted the tone in vital Secret Mission Signals (SMS) that agent G sent to me. The misinterpretations were costly. Seeds of suspicion were sown and communication between agent G and me almost broke down at one point.
Almost I say, almost… we had one last chance with the common L code that we spoke. Reverting back to code L, Agent G tore techno’s scheme apart at the seams.
But the score was not settled.
In the apparent security of headquarters, techno planted a mole. The Disarming Adversary Decoy (DAD) collaborated with the Masked Admirer (MA) to lure me to the victuals preparation laboratory. When I was away from my work station, the DAD eradicated all traces of my report for the B. Log.
I was devastated when I found the data gone! At the moment the hideous act was discovered, my intuition told me something was wrong. But I did not dare point the finger at anyone. However, the decoy’s suspicious silence alerted my spidey-senses. Immediately I asked who had been near my work station. Guilt stricken, the decoy broke down and confessed his crimes.
And so, justice prevails and the world is once safe again.
Is this the end of Techno?
Stay tuned for more adventures of the Winsome Police… (ala whiney princess… Hee)
*Credits roll*
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 06, 2005 |
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So many thoughts ran through my mind today. Thought I better get it down before they simply just dissipate.
During Lit class today, saw M reading this blog that I’ve just stumbled upon as well. Was informed that the guy, whom I’ve never talked to, bitched bout me in his blog. Even though the bitching in question happened last semester, was quite taken aback and affected by that. I think it was about this Feminism presentation which I was/am quite embarrassed by. As in, I think I made a fool of myself during the presentation. Guess that it was an insecure spot which caused me to be really affected and bothered. Really felt like I should go snoop around and find out exactly what he bitched about. But in the end, decided not to… what’s the point right? It happened so long ago and the fact that someone doesn’t think highly of me has not affected me, so why should knowing it now affect me right?
Which brings me to “Closer” that I watched with the girls (plus a boyfriend):
When should we know the truth? When do we tell it? (won’t go into plot details just in case I spoil anybody’s fun) But I make it a personal policy never to lie. So, when asked questions that I know the model answer to, I do make an effort to give the next best answer. This has gotten me into trouble before. Like in the typical situation where you have someone ask: “Do you love me?” I never have a good answer to that.
Firstly, either I’m so freaked out that I don’t know what to say and give some cock and bull answer in an attempt to try and change the topic. Or that whatever I’m feeling (to me) is not intense enough to quantify as ‘love’ (the word is sacred, don’t ever use it loosely people, it should sincerely mean something) So, I’ll have answers which comes in a range:
love
intensely like
like
experiencing a mutual crush with
have a crush on
infatuated with
interested in
fancy
Which really takes away the romance and beauty of the moment… Ha… But seriously, they are degrees of similar sensations right? And not forgetting the extra bonus that the sucky answer is the best proof, knowing that when I do say something, it’ll be the truth and nothing but the truth…
But after watching the movie today, I’m beginning to wonder if the hurt that truth inflicts is worth it. Is it necessary to experience the undiluted truth? Maybe just accepting something that’s not as pure may actually be better, coz then life would be at least bearable… mediocre may not be exciting, but it is always palatable.
A couple more thoughts ran past my mind today. But too tired to put it all out now…
Oh yea, American Lit test went ok I guess. Thanks to those concerned…
During Lit class today, saw M reading this blog that I’ve just stumbled upon as well. Was informed that the guy, whom I’ve never talked to, bitched bout me in his blog. Even though the bitching in question happened last semester, was quite taken aback and affected by that. I think it was about this Feminism presentation which I was/am quite embarrassed by. As in, I think I made a fool of myself during the presentation. Guess that it was an insecure spot which caused me to be really affected and bothered. Really felt like I should go snoop around and find out exactly what he bitched about. But in the end, decided not to… what’s the point right? It happened so long ago and the fact that someone doesn’t think highly of me has not affected me, so why should knowing it now affect me right?
Which brings me to “Closer” that I watched with the girls (plus a boyfriend):
When should we know the truth? When do we tell it? (won’t go into plot details just in case I spoil anybody’s fun) But I make it a personal policy never to lie. So, when asked questions that I know the model answer to, I do make an effort to give the next best answer. This has gotten me into trouble before. Like in the typical situation where you have someone ask: “Do you love me?” I never have a good answer to that.
Firstly, either I’m so freaked out that I don’t know what to say and give some cock and bull answer in an attempt to try and change the topic. Or that whatever I’m feeling (to me) is not intense enough to quantify as ‘love’ (the word is sacred, don’t ever use it loosely people, it should sincerely mean something) So, I’ll have answers which comes in a range:
love
intensely like
like
experiencing a mutual crush with
have a crush on
infatuated with
interested in
fancy
Which really takes away the romance and beauty of the moment… Ha… But seriously, they are degrees of similar sensations right? And not forgetting the extra bonus that the sucky answer is the best proof, knowing that when I do say something, it’ll be the truth and nothing but the truth…
But after watching the movie today, I’m beginning to wonder if the hurt that truth inflicts is worth it. Is it necessary to experience the undiluted truth? Maybe just accepting something that’s not as pure may actually be better, coz then life would be at least bearable… mediocre may not be exciting, but it is always palatable.
A couple more thoughts ran past my mind today. But too tired to put it all out now…
Oh yea, American Lit test went ok I guess. Thanks to those concerned…
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, March 02, 2005 |
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In a strange kind of coincidence, whenever things dun go well with G, I’ll get an extremely sweet sms from a particular someone.
Fate’s callous taunting?
I don’t think so. I’m not some great tragic hero to deserve fate’s attention. But it gets me thinking: wouldn’t it be great if things were much simpler?
Hoe’s words come to mind: Love when you’re young is so much more carefree and simple. You just go with your feelings.
Older now…stakes are higher… more considerations… more confusions.
Fate’s callous taunting?
I don’t think so. I’m not some great tragic hero to deserve fate’s attention. But it gets me thinking: wouldn’t it be great if things were much simpler?
Hoe’s words come to mind: Love when you’re young is so much more carefree and simple. You just go with your feelings.
Older now…stakes are higher… more considerations… more confusions.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Tuesday, March 01, 2005 |
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