we are the race that is doomed to failure, doomed to extinction and doomed to chaos, calamity, disrepair and any other noun that describes such melancholy, despondency and anguish.
we were created to uncreate ourselves. our every mode of living pushes us closer to our eventual and impending death. were we not meant to suffer and toil towards the imminent roll of expiration and clap of oblivion? the knell tolls for our passing, and the wind excites the dust of our remains. the curtains are drawing to a close, the finale is nigh.
now is probably the right time for me to explain this sudden unexplained bout of gloom and laughable attempt at going goth.
why? because the clouds are thick, dark and heavy, and i can hear thunder growling deeply outside. WHICH signifies the oncoming torrential downpour. WHICH resulted in the onset of my current sepulchral mood. and WHICH prompted me to listen to creepy bleak songs like jay chou's Wei Lian Gu Bao. (ok, it's isn't exactly the most funereal song choices i could make)
but what the hell. time spent moping is time wasted. indeed i shall abandon all curae on this acheronian matter and go back to whistling merry tunes whilst i skipalong to the HappyHouse.
Requiescat in Pace.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
time for some random pics while i take a (much-deserved) break from studies. well actually i haven't accomplished much today, and BY GOLLY i should be back at work, trying to make a dent in my revision plans for tonight, so without further ado and even less procrastination, here are some pictures!
Day 2 of the Singapore GP with the family.
Me and Brendan
Cyril Niccolai and his band performing at the Esplanade outdoor theatre, REALLY fantastic singer with a bit of a Bon Jovi tinge to his style.
The night view at the Stamford grandstand
and the day view
Day 2 of the Singapore GP with the family.
Me and Brendan
Cyril Niccolai and his band performing at the Esplanade outdoor theatre, REALLY fantastic singer with a bit of a Bon Jovi tinge to his style.
The night view at the Stamford grandstand
and the day view
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
BLOB of EVIL
this post is entitled BLOB OF EVIL because of various reasons mentioned in the text below.
BLOB of EVIL: a shapeless lump of pure malice and depravity
Conclusion: People have a blob of evil in all of them, although at varying depths beneath their outer appearance and also of differing sizes, it is an undisputable fact that all sentient beings contain one of these little whackers.
Why, you ask? Answer, I shall. (haha i'm so full of crap)
have you ever had that feeling of intense hatred for someone? or maybe even towards an inanimate object like the brick in the middle of the path that stubbed your toe whilst you were minding your own beeswax on the way to school at 7am in the morning?
have you ever wished someone a violent death, preferably involving fire, immense pressure, boiling oil, grizzly bears, or BLOOD (lots of it), or maybe even a delightful combination of several or all of the above?
have you ever pondered upon why wars are still being initiated and fought despite the obvious losses and pointlessness for any side in any battle?
do you really want to know why all these happen? are you really prepared for the hideous truth?
WE are indeed the carriers of a certain malicious entity that some term the "Blob of Evil". its origins are highly debated amongst respectable experts of this field, with several possible theories that are most likely. one of which is that when Adam and Eve consumed the Fruit of All Evil, they accidentally swallowed seeds which harboured the essence of pernicious malevolence. the seeds, altered by enzymes and minerals found in the human body, were altered chemically and morphed into these known BLOBS that scientists have being studying about. another theory, postulated by Professor Brownchickabrowncow from Sopchoppy, Florida, is that this pimple of profligate obscenity is an adaptation arising from evolution of the human race. Professor Brownchickabrowncow, in this controversial theory, maintains that humans with this loathsome blister have greater fitness over others of their species, and that this trait was heritable in offspring and hence, over squamillions and smooshillions of years, it came about that all humans were birthed with this blight.
so how exactly does this diabolic scum affect the human host?
the answers, my friend, are blowin' in the wind, the answers, are blowin' in the wind...
no, seriously.
it is still unclear how this monstrous tumour confounds and corrupts the mind of its host, blackens and erodes the heart, taints and chokes the mind, tempts and corrodes the body. many mechanisms have been proposed, yet none have managed to survive laboratory testings and scientific proving. possibly, what we are dealing with is a higher form of life that noone is able to comprehend. perhaps the blobs in ourselves are working to maintain their blanket of secrecy and hence blind us, disallowing us to see the surreptitious workings of their kind in others.
what IS known is that efforts in uncovering the truth about these "tiny little buggers", as Dr. Koombawah from Monkey's Eyebrow, Arizona, so fittingly puts it, have been stepped up, with governments all over the world investing booshillions of taxpayers' money into worthy research projects and testing. this field of study has also seen an influx of post-graduates from renowned universities worldwide, all in the hopes of shedding light on the splotch of doom.
till then, perhaps we should embrace this grain of fiendish atrocity, let loose and wreak havoc. perhaps we should sit in moody anticipation for researchers to strike upon the answers to our many questions. perhaps we should combat the blobbular lunacy with scours and purgatories, good ol' detergent and water with a nice soapy lather, a cup of Happy Milkshake with Purity pearls, Chastity powder and Virtue spicules, or even, as some who believe in the old "fighting fire with fire" idea, infuse the mind with an insurmountable volume of heinous thoughts and ideas to swell the blotch and eventually burst the damned diabolical thing. whatever your method, just be aware. be aware, dear readers, of the thing, the thing they call the "Blob of Evil".
BLOB of EVIL: a shapeless lump of pure malice and depravity
Conclusion: People have a blob of evil in all of them, although at varying depths beneath their outer appearance and also of differing sizes, it is an undisputable fact that all sentient beings contain one of these little whackers.
Why, you ask? Answer, I shall. (haha i'm so full of crap)
have you ever had that feeling of intense hatred for someone? or maybe even towards an inanimate object like the brick in the middle of the path that stubbed your toe whilst you were minding your own beeswax on the way to school at 7am in the morning?
have you ever wished someone a violent death, preferably involving fire, immense pressure, boiling oil, grizzly bears, or BLOOD (lots of it), or maybe even a delightful combination of several or all of the above?
have you ever pondered upon why wars are still being initiated and fought despite the obvious losses and pointlessness for any side in any battle?
do you really want to know why all these happen? are you really prepared for the hideous truth?
WE are indeed the carriers of a certain malicious entity that some term the "Blob of Evil". its origins are highly debated amongst respectable experts of this field, with several possible theories that are most likely. one of which is that when Adam and Eve consumed the Fruit of All Evil, they accidentally swallowed seeds which harboured the essence of pernicious malevolence. the seeds, altered by enzymes and minerals found in the human body, were altered chemically and morphed into these known BLOBS that scientists have being studying about. another theory, postulated by Professor Brownchickabrowncow from Sopchoppy, Florida, is that this pimple of profligate obscenity is an adaptation arising from evolution of the human race. Professor Brownchickabrowncow, in this controversial theory, maintains that humans with this loathsome blister have greater fitness over others of their species, and that this trait was heritable in offspring and hence, over squamillions and smooshillions of years, it came about that all humans were birthed with this blight.
so how exactly does this diabolic scum affect the human host?
the answers, my friend, are blowin' in the wind, the answers, are blowin' in the wind...
no, seriously.
it is still unclear how this monstrous tumour confounds and corrupts the mind of its host, blackens and erodes the heart, taints and chokes the mind, tempts and corrodes the body. many mechanisms have been proposed, yet none have managed to survive laboratory testings and scientific proving. possibly, what we are dealing with is a higher form of life that noone is able to comprehend. perhaps the blobs in ourselves are working to maintain their blanket of secrecy and hence blind us, disallowing us to see the surreptitious workings of their kind in others.
what IS known is that efforts in uncovering the truth about these "tiny little buggers", as Dr. Koombawah from Monkey's Eyebrow, Arizona, so fittingly puts it, have been stepped up, with governments all over the world investing booshillions of taxpayers' money into worthy research projects and testing. this field of study has also seen an influx of post-graduates from renowned universities worldwide, all in the hopes of shedding light on the splotch of doom.
till then, perhaps we should embrace this grain of fiendish atrocity, let loose and wreak havoc. perhaps we should sit in moody anticipation for researchers to strike upon the answers to our many questions. perhaps we should combat the blobbular lunacy with scours and purgatories, good ol' detergent and water with a nice soapy lather, a cup of Happy Milkshake with Purity pearls, Chastity powder and Virtue spicules, or even, as some who believe in the old "fighting fire with fire" idea, infuse the mind with an insurmountable volume of heinous thoughts and ideas to swell the blotch and eventually burst the damned diabolical thing. whatever your method, just be aware. be aware, dear readers, of the thing, the thing they call the "Blob of Evil".
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Singapore GP Day 1
the gates of the marina bay opened at 1pm local time, with support races Formula BMW, Aston Martins and Porsche Carreras throughout the day from 3pm till 7pm. and from 7pm to 11pm, there were 2 F1 practice sessions, with a break in between.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
now that i got that outta my system, it was a fabulously grand moment hearing the F1 engines in singapore for the first time. i was half bored to death i admit sitting in stamford grandstand watching the aston martins and porsches driving by. the weather was good, slightly sunny but not blisteringly hot. but the seats were hard plastic and definitely not kind on the fundaments. i had a good view of the track though, a short strip of circuit bounded by 2 sharp turns which made for excellent camera opportunities because the cars can't travel fast in that short piece of track. plus the turn to my left is a good chance for cars to crash or skid off the circuit during wet weather or in the heat of the competition. not very nice of me, but i'm hoping exciting things happen at that turn, i'm paying good money for that to happen anyways.
the facilities are good too, plenty of toilets, watering holes etc etc, merchandise shops at every turn. but there was a tremendous lack of F1 related activities for the ticketholders, no car simulations, competitions or the like to get the hype up before race day. in melbourne they had a competition to change real F1 car tyres in the fastest time, winner gets pitstop grandstand tickets! that is what the singapore gp needs!
besides that, had dinner at the makansutra gluttons bay, before that, i was tempted to go to max brenner's for a drink but settled for thaiexpress' thai iced tea instead.
man, it was extremely amusing when brendan heard his FIRST ever F1 engine in real life. he was shouting and pumping his fists and shaking me and yelling like noone's business, hilarious stuff. must be heaven for him. think he couldn't sleep that night. i'd like to see him on race day, or rather, race night.
and i also had a lot of fun seeing people run towards the circuit when they heard engines. highly amusing.
the track was good stuff too, bright, with plenty of turns for cars to overtake (and crash out).
sigh it was really cooooool. and i was trying to memorise all the helmet colours for the diff drivers, like trying to study for an exam. haha. i'm looking forward to later's qualifying session, alonso set the fastest flying lap in the practice session but hopefully raikkonen gets a good starting position on the grid. man oh man. i can't wait to see what happens.
GO KIMI!
the gates of the marina bay opened at 1pm local time, with support races Formula BMW, Aston Martins and Porsche Carreras throughout the day from 3pm till 7pm. and from 7pm to 11pm, there were 2 F1 practice sessions, with a break in between.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
now that i got that outta my system, it was a fabulously grand moment hearing the F1 engines in singapore for the first time. i was half bored to death i admit sitting in stamford grandstand watching the aston martins and porsches driving by. the weather was good, slightly sunny but not blisteringly hot. but the seats were hard plastic and definitely not kind on the fundaments. i had a good view of the track though, a short strip of circuit bounded by 2 sharp turns which made for excellent camera opportunities because the cars can't travel fast in that short piece of track. plus the turn to my left is a good chance for cars to crash or skid off the circuit during wet weather or in the heat of the competition. not very nice of me, but i'm hoping exciting things happen at that turn, i'm paying good money for that to happen anyways.
the facilities are good too, plenty of toilets, watering holes etc etc, merchandise shops at every turn. but there was a tremendous lack of F1 related activities for the ticketholders, no car simulations, competitions or the like to get the hype up before race day. in melbourne they had a competition to change real F1 car tyres in the fastest time, winner gets pitstop grandstand tickets! that is what the singapore gp needs!
besides that, had dinner at the makansutra gluttons bay, before that, i was tempted to go to max brenner's for a drink but settled for thaiexpress' thai iced tea instead.
man, it was extremely amusing when brendan heard his FIRST ever F1 engine in real life. he was shouting and pumping his fists and shaking me and yelling like noone's business, hilarious stuff. must be heaven for him. think he couldn't sleep that night. i'd like to see him on race day, or rather, race night.
and i also had a lot of fun seeing people run towards the circuit when they heard engines. highly amusing.
the track was good stuff too, bright, with plenty of turns for cars to overtake (and crash out).
sigh it was really cooooool. and i was trying to memorise all the helmet colours for the diff drivers, like trying to study for an exam. haha. i'm looking forward to later's qualifying session, alonso set the fastest flying lap in the practice session but hopefully raikkonen gets a good starting position on the grid. man oh man. i can't wait to see what happens.
GO KIMI!
Monday, August 11, 2008
aaaaaaaaaand back in melbourne again.
i'm tempted to leave this post as it is, but i have 6 mins to go before my usual shower time and with nothing else to do, i remain. and type, of course.
anyways, back to the to and fro of uni life, to the uni and back to college, shuttling back and forth like a.... (for want of a better analogy) shuttle bus. i have resolved to explore melbourne well this semester, but things have NOT been going my way. everyone i know is adamant on not falling behind in lectures and work, so absolutely nobody is willing to spend time getting to know Melbourne better. i have found a grand total of ONE other person who's willing to go to the zoo this weekend, and i have strong feeling there will not be any other takers. last semester i was still getting used to the whole big life-shifting change blah blah blah so i didn't venture forth much from the safety of college. but i am sick of being a room rat, and would like to expand my territories.
so here are places i'd like to go, things i'd like to do, once people are willing to accompany me:
1. melbourne zoo
2. melbourne aquarium
3. shopping at the gigantic dfo in dandenong or smt
4. wandering around chapel street, other streets with lots of exciting things to see or buy
5. wineries, vineyards
6. animal farms
7. fruit orchards
8. quaint little suburbs
9. beaches
10. museums and libraries
and there are possibly more things to do here but i have, as of now, not yet discovered or thought of.
anyways, it's nice to be back in IH, seeing everyone again. it's nice to be closer to the people here, becoming more familiar with them and everything. and of course it's nice NOT being a fresher, people somehow correlate newbie with idiocy or morony (if there's such a term).
damn it, i heard someone going into the shower. hey, i shower at THIS time EVERY day, people should know this slot belongs to me! arghhh. now my beloved shower is postponed by half an hour. which leaves me more time here. good or bad.
oh. funny story. we were having a general meeting (some IH meeting where we vote for stuff that goes on within college, like admin stuff etc), and some dude (typical of him) was objecting to some random point (can't remember, was making bio notes at the time), and he said f*ck.
then another dude interrupts immediately, saying "DO not swear, I find IT offensive" bursts of laughter erupt. well obviously this is the kind of joke or anecdote that is best enjoyed personally, re-enacting it would only evoke polite smiles or even confused faces. but i swear it was the funniest thing that meeting.
and another thing, i would like to rant about my mixed feelings of fund-raising events nowadays. gone are the days where if you wanted to give money to an organisation, you simply gave it. cash, cheque, loose change, whatever. now, people have come up with the most creative, the most absurd, the most unnecessary ways of raising funds for good causes. this rant, as always, does not arise without good reason. i say this because of a current fund-raising activity, where people go on 40-hour famines to encourage their friends to give them money. obviously the money doesn't go into buying them a feast after the famine, but it goes to children in India. yes that's what they said, the CHILDREN in India, don't ask me why, i suppose it's for the poor children in India who need it. not too sure whether they'll get it though, or when.
anyways, back on track. i sometimes feel people don't raise funds for the right reasons. of course, this is a long-standing argument, one that many others have gone through before. but i have to say that i really feel it stupid to be going through a bloody "40-hour Famine" for money. do you REALLY know what it's like to go through a famine? are you even QUALIFIED to call it a FAMINE? do you really even CARE about those people who will be getting the money, or do you just want to get the grand prize?
oh how could i forget to mention, this is a COMPETITION (and i say this contemptuosly). with a grand prize of... a buffet voucher. WHAT THE F%^@$%$#^%.
honestly.
there was such a big hype about this competition to see who could raise the most funds, and when the organisers were showing a video about how the poor in India were suffering, nobody bloody bothered to even take their eyes off their food ONE moment to watch it. at least i watched several parts, then i couldn't watch anymore. i couldn't watch the video and sit there eating my dinner at the same time without feeling just a twinge of guilt.
so anyways, enough of this. sometimes i wonder.
oh well, i'm off to prepare for my shower.
i'm tempted to leave this post as it is, but i have 6 mins to go before my usual shower time and with nothing else to do, i remain. and type, of course.
anyways, back to the to and fro of uni life, to the uni and back to college, shuttling back and forth like a.... (for want of a better analogy) shuttle bus. i have resolved to explore melbourne well this semester, but things have NOT been going my way. everyone i know is adamant on not falling behind in lectures and work, so absolutely nobody is willing to spend time getting to know Melbourne better. i have found a grand total of ONE other person who's willing to go to the zoo this weekend, and i have strong feeling there will not be any other takers. last semester i was still getting used to the whole big life-shifting change blah blah blah so i didn't venture forth much from the safety of college. but i am sick of being a room rat, and would like to expand my territories.
so here are places i'd like to go, things i'd like to do, once people are willing to accompany me:
1. melbourne zoo
2. melbourne aquarium
3. shopping at the gigantic dfo in dandenong or smt
4. wandering around chapel street, other streets with lots of exciting things to see or buy
5. wineries, vineyards
6. animal farms
7. fruit orchards
8. quaint little suburbs
9. beaches
10. museums and libraries
and there are possibly more things to do here but i have, as of now, not yet discovered or thought of.
anyways, it's nice to be back in IH, seeing everyone again. it's nice to be closer to the people here, becoming more familiar with them and everything. and of course it's nice NOT being a fresher, people somehow correlate newbie with idiocy or morony (if there's such a term).
damn it, i heard someone going into the shower. hey, i shower at THIS time EVERY day, people should know this slot belongs to me! arghhh. now my beloved shower is postponed by half an hour. which leaves me more time here. good or bad.
oh. funny story. we were having a general meeting (some IH meeting where we vote for stuff that goes on within college, like admin stuff etc), and some dude (typical of him) was objecting to some random point (can't remember, was making bio notes at the time), and he said f*ck.
then another dude interrupts immediately, saying "DO not swear, I find IT offensive" bursts of laughter erupt. well obviously this is the kind of joke or anecdote that is best enjoyed personally, re-enacting it would only evoke polite smiles or even confused faces. but i swear it was the funniest thing that meeting.
and another thing, i would like to rant about my mixed feelings of fund-raising events nowadays. gone are the days where if you wanted to give money to an organisation, you simply gave it. cash, cheque, loose change, whatever. now, people have come up with the most creative, the most absurd, the most unnecessary ways of raising funds for good causes. this rant, as always, does not arise without good reason. i say this because of a current fund-raising activity, where people go on 40-hour famines to encourage their friends to give them money. obviously the money doesn't go into buying them a feast after the famine, but it goes to children in India. yes that's what they said, the CHILDREN in India, don't ask me why, i suppose it's for the poor children in India who need it. not too sure whether they'll get it though, or when.
anyways, back on track. i sometimes feel people don't raise funds for the right reasons. of course, this is a long-standing argument, one that many others have gone through before. but i have to say that i really feel it stupid to be going through a bloody "40-hour Famine" for money. do you REALLY know what it's like to go through a famine? are you even QUALIFIED to call it a FAMINE? do you really even CARE about those people who will be getting the money, or do you just want to get the grand prize?
oh how could i forget to mention, this is a COMPETITION (and i say this contemptuosly). with a grand prize of... a buffet voucher. WHAT THE F%^@$%$#^%.
honestly.
there was such a big hype about this competition to see who could raise the most funds, and when the organisers were showing a video about how the poor in India were suffering, nobody bloody bothered to even take their eyes off their food ONE moment to watch it. at least i watched several parts, then i couldn't watch anymore. i couldn't watch the video and sit there eating my dinner at the same time without feeling just a twinge of guilt.
so anyways, enough of this. sometimes i wonder.
oh well, i'm off to prepare for my shower.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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