Kenken: sian
Me: i also sian liao
Me: haiz
Me: i wanted to do my work finish it early
Kenken: we need to start a support group
Me: but now have to wait till last minute then do
Kenken: for people who sian
Me: sibeh sian
Me: ya, the sibeh sian group
Kenken: SSG
Kenken: I AM CHAIRMAN
Kenken: U ARE NOW….
Kenken: HON GEN SEC
Me: zzz dunwant
Me: responsibility
Me: hahaha
Kenken: and thus
Kenken: the sibei sian group was dissolved within 15 minutes of inception
Kenken: because the hon gen sec was too sian to be responsible
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I’m going crazy spending the day working on Redball’s web… and yet so far I’ve not touched a single strand of HTML code.
Oh Photoshopping headers, how I loathe and love thee. Am procrastinating on the last header because the image doesn’t seem to fit and I. don’t. want. to. find. another.
But it’s good for me too because I’m ultimately using the website for myself la. Haiz. Mangaaaaaaaa~~~~~
Yesterday I spent the whole day in the photolab, following the final critique in JK’s painting class. We made noise pollution by hammering dratted nails into the mobile walls. Ear pain. Also, was too arsed to take a proper photo, so will do that only this Friday when I go back to school, and then will report in a post when I’m more free.
Meanwhile, it’s rotting at home for these two days to try to finish Redball’s website, Sunshine’s FYP report and Charcoal’s journal, in that order. I have my foreseeable (no)life worked out as compared to some people :P
Today over dinner, Aunty Serene casually remarked that Ti scored a 100 out of 100 in one of his three test papers (the ones before the exams). The other two were pretty high scores as well, and though I can’t remember the figures it was something like 7/10 and 74/76?? I dunno, was too shocked after hearing about the 100/100 one.
WTF sia!?!??! I don’t know what subject that was in, but I think he’s mad.
Is that even humanly possible?
The highest I ever came close to a perfect score was a 96 or 98 in English. And that was in primary school. Since then I’ve been quite proud to be what others would call loser-ish. HAHAHAHA! XDD
Speaking of turned characters, I bought Macdonald’s for dinner last night in school. Toon was in front of me.
He was buying dinner for his gf! WAH SO GENTLEMAN! Also he commented that he was going to graduate at the same time as me, and asked what I wanted to do in the future, had I found a job, or was I looking for prospective employers and so on.
And I was like, noooo don’t ask me complicated questions! To which he seemed a bit perplexed at my laissez-faire response.
Anyway, the end of the story is that Toon seems to be a changed man! Hahahaha Ade and Puey this is fodder for grilling at the next class outing! Btw I also met Big Ben a couple of days ago (he was unshaven, quite shocking) and told him to organise one already :D
This week, I have been busy alternating between chiong-ing schoolwork and battling numerous colds. I blame the ending semester and increasingly wet weather for their respective repercussions.
Tuesday, I slept for one hour putting together a super rough website for Charcoal’s assignment – to show our photographic images on the screen. I was the second person to present after he looked around the room for victims, and he said, “Ren,” pointing to me. And I was like, pointing in front of me to the other ‘Ren’ in hopes that he would redirect his attention to QRen. Unfortunately he indicated the female Ren and so up I went, a bundle of nerves and all.
(Story of the two Rens – This class I am in comprises of mostly second year Photography majors. In the beginning, I would always turn my head around to respond to one of the guys calling out my name, until I realised that they were actually calling for their classmate. Now it so happens that we both seem to stay back to do Charcoal’s homework on Fridays, so one day I happened to sit next to this other Ren guy and I asked him for his name, to which he said, “You can call me Ren.” To which I replied, “No, cannot, because I’m also Ren.” Nowadays we both excitedly call each other Ren when we see each other XDD–
It’s also interesting because his whole generation for the males are named something-Ren, while mine is Ren-something for both males and females. I laughed out loud when he said one of his relative’s name which was Guo Ren, because it sounded a lot like 国人 (citizen)… am so sorry ^^;)
Anyway, This is the super drafty website, presented through a thumbdrive.
Because Shasha wanted to see it, and I’m too ashamed to upload this or even call it a site because of all those ‘ ’s XDD
After my presentation, Charcoal asked what I planned to do in the future, to which I replied, “Continue living“, as opposed to, well, being careless and dying. And I really have no light or ambition pulling me in any direction after graduation :( Then he tried to push the question further and asked if I planned to get married.
My immediate reaction was wtf!??! What sort of question was that?!?! No I don’t intend to get married atm but you never know, and did he mean to imply that marriage would lead me to be a housewife, thus depriving me of further explorations in my works? Or did he mean to marry one of his sons to me LOLOLOLOLLL
What actually came out of my mouth after that tumultuous brain activity was simply a desperate cry, “Why are you asking me that?!?” and after that I couldn’t remember much about the presentation anymore XDDDD
But I really love Charcoal and his inane questions to which I can never find answers to. He is a nice old man <3
Anyway, most of these photos will be uploaded on a website by the end of this semester because it just so happens that I’m taking Redball’s class (website development) and making a portfolio site is my final project. So keep a lookout :D
Erm. I spent too long writing this post when I should be continuing with my website :(
My personal message on MSN was simply ‘MacBurger Pro’.
Fei: your personal message reminds me of this:
Me: HOL/y SHITTTTT
Me: yumm
Me: but no thnx
Me: LOL
Fei: holy shit is what happens the day after
Me: ROFL SO TRUE
Me: u r genius
Me: i’m putting tt on the blog
Fei: ..
Ugh I’m supposed to blog about a whole lot of stuff but I’ve been going out non-stop since Tuesday that every time I come home I just want to vegetate in front of the comp. Ade says that she goes out everyday when I complained to her today, but you have to know that my natural habitat is inside of a house, a.k.a. 宅女 (also termed by Ade).
Although I insist that I’m not really one, or at least hover on the non-extreme spectrum because a 宅女, through a brief Google search, brought about this definition:
“宅男宅女”新兴的网络语言，指“痴迷于某事物，依赖电脑与网络，足不出户，厌恶上班或上学”的新新人类， 他们过分沉迷于某种事物，例如动漫、游戏、影碟等。他们完全封闭在自己的世界中，不与陌生人接触，不爱结识新朋友。
“宅人”关键词：痴迷某事物、依赖电脑和网络、不想上班和上学、作息时间不稳定、极少出门、不喜欢接触陌生人、性格多少有两面性、收藏癖、体型偏胖、一般是独身、喜欢或有写日志的习惯、喜欢上虚拟的人物。
如果你符合以上多条，那么恭喜你，你是“宅男宅女”！如果你全部符合，并有更多症状，那么更恭喜你，你可是高级“宅男宅女”！
Basically the definition is in the second paragraph and a person is characterised as such through an obsession with stuff, dependence on the computer or the internet, reluctance to go to work or school, unstable working and resting hours, low frequency of going out, dislike of socialising with strangers, a tendency to have dual personalities, liking to collect things, a body which favours the plump side, is usually single, likes to write a diary or already has one, liking fictional characters.
Err.
Digressing, I finally cut my hair today after the failed attempt last week when Ti and I went all the way there only to find that the shop closed.
This is the last digital photo of my previous hair, taken I think two days ago:
And this is the first digital photo of my current one, taken today:
Please excuse the constipated faces and inability to look a camera in the lens.
Everyone who has seen me was shocked – Ade asked if school was stressing me out, and it did manage to elicit a few exclaiming shouts at home… the exception being Pa because he would only be shocked if I stepped in his general vicinity with dog shit smeared across the soles of my shoes. Shocked and then very angry.
Even the hairdresser was shocked. I remember asking her to cut it even shorter twice during the session when she paused to show me work-in-progress :P
$10 only! And I was so excited when she used a shaver to shave the sides at the back after I told her I wanted the back to be shorter XD (I originally asked for a ‘V’ shape for the back but it became apparent that she didn’t want to do it ^^;)
Also, she styled it for me with a dab of gel! $10 onlyyyyyy!
The general concensus is that it looks nice, with the exception of Brat#2, who maintains that it’s ugly and that if I wanted short hair, I might as well wear my short-haired wig. LOL!
Good things can only come out of this new hairdo:
- Less shampoo.
- No need to hair dry my hair because it dries fast.
- Earrings don’t get hidden anymore.
- No more eating strands of hair by accident.
- Time to wear scarfs on the neck! Because of the cold.
- HEADGEAR!!!!!!!1 Tried on some headwear at Pull & Bear and M)phosis today and hats that looked ugly with my long hair looks disarmingly agreeable now!
- I’m sure I could pass off as a guy if I dress right!
But there are some minus points:
- MY WARDROBE DOES NOT MATCH THE PUNKY DO. This is the most important.
- I probably need to go for a trim every now and then.
- I actually look a bit toot. This was probably the best photo which made me look more serious and un-dorky than I really am. Mum says I look a whole lot younger now, like 17-ish. She did comment that I didn’t like and even cried for having short hair when I was younger (but that was because I didn’t have a choice, Mum…)
Okay time to sleep now. Hair is dried!
This week has had me revolving around the theme of Death once more, only not so much in my head. It’s slightly alarming that nowadays I think about what happens after death and don’t go into slight panic-attacks anymore.
Does it mean that I’ve grown up? Or merely become tired and desensitized to lingering affections of the conscience after my flesh becomes ash?
Perhaps the part that scares me most is the uncertainty of what exactly happens after Death. After all, I break into cold-sweat whenever I have to step into a dark room. I need to know what lies ahead!
Anyway, The week started with me reading up on interesting lists of dying as a condemned:
Top 10 Gruesome Methods of Execution
10 More Gruesome Methods of Execution
Death by Scaphism is particularly interesting- it’s such a nice word, and also a very torturous way to go. I am in awe of Mankind’s ingenuity. Now if only we could channel such creativity to, I dunno, making paper airplanes that can actually fly :P
Conversations within the family coincidentally touched upon the subject of Death, albeit in a light-hearted way. Ti was reading a an issue of The New Scientist in the car and he asked Pa what AIDS stood for, to which I gladly gave him the answer. After that he asked what HIV stood for, and I happily told him that too. And then he asked what the difference between AIDS and HIV was, and I chirpily babbled on in the car.
(Actually I was quite shocked that he didn’t know! … Or am I weird for knowing a little bit too much about this?)
Pa and Ti bothed laughed and said I should have studied Medicine. And I went, no way, I don’t want to be responsible for other people’s lives. Pa then said that I should mix my interest in art with my other interest in Forensics.
Ti immediately replied that in other words, Pa was giving me the job description of an embalmer. You know, making dead people look pretty. LOL!
This evening, Pa fetched me home from school again and we passed by a super long truck with huge slabs of concrete slanted on both sides (think perhaps in terms of 4 by 5 metres). I asked if we could survive should one of those slabs fall on our car.
Apparently even the car would be flattened. In Pa’s words, we would be like a Mickey Mouse pancake.
The thought distressed me.
On a lighter note, Kooling mentioned the site Witty Quotes and a few struck me as well:
life, n.: A whim of several billion cells to be you for a while
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep — not screaming, like the passengers in his car.I intend to live forever, or die trying.
I guess that’s the end.
A few memorable events from my birthday last Wednesday was:
- me apologising to the cashier for paying with money from my ang pao because I had no cash and it was my birthday, immediately to which I asked if there were any discounts if it was my birthday? And the cashier kept laughing as he processed the payment of a packet of Epson printing papers for Charcoal’s homework with no discount :(
- a Caucasian working at the Dead Sea Skincare cart stopping me at the first floor of the electronics mall I bought the papers at with, “Hey beautiful, are you Singaporean?” To which I spent the rest of the week being slightly distressed at the fact that even a foreigner can’t tell if I’m a native. OTL
- Spending the rest of my birthday in front of youtube laughing my ass off :DDDD
From Friday onwards it was hell and I spent about a total of 4 out of 48 hours sleeping while uncomfortably balancing on chairs in the stuffy product room in school. Also, got a sore right shoulder. Lucky I don’t play tennis or anything like that hee hee heeeee XDDD
It says a lot about the level of spirituality of my teammates when I was the one who slept the most in the group with 4 hours >_< ARE THEY DEITIES?!?!?!?
Although I’d like to justify myself when I say that my ideal amount of sleep-time is 12 hours, and anything less than 9 leaves me a bit cranky :P
Will be staying over at school again tomorrow till Wednesday. As I’ve told friends, I’ll only be able to meet you all after this week ends… and wishlist is updated in case presents have not been bought (esp. in reply to Puey haha!)
Anyway, am horrendously busy :(
Also also, I can’t believe I wasted a whole day playing with my new iPod Touch. Threw a tantrum yesterday and spilled some brine over it (all in the secrecy of my room of course) but after I found that it’s WiFi is much better than my current phone, I’d been playing with it non-stop. This probably means I’m gonna be downgrading my current Omnia yo.
Feels stupid carrying two bricks which share so many same functions… barring phone and sneaky!camera :P
I didn’t know that ‘almond‘ and ‘salmon‘ were pronounced with a silent ‘l‘ until this morning while tuning in to The Morning Express on 95.0FM (one of my two favourite radio segments next to Muttons to Midnight on 98.7FM).
With the morning commentary on the Speak Good English campaign re-asserting itself in Singapore fresh in mind, I later overheard some girls talk about the weather as they sat next to me on the bus .
“Did it rain this morning?” One asked.
“Oh my house rained,” replied another.
“Yeah my house also rained,” and I just had to crack a smile at the image of a house raining at this point.
Btw, Pa said that technically in Mandarin, saying 我家下雨 is correct because 我家 could also mean the neighbourhood.
Truth be told, I wouldn’t normally bat an eyelid over this exchange, because I’m extremely guilty over Singlish in verbal communications, so much so that Mum and Pa used to always reprimand me over my broken sentences; I always insisted that I could turn it off when in writing (during exams) but then they would say that it’s still not good to form this bad habit. Actually Pa still chastises me about it sometimes :S
I think I always get caught saying something like, “Oh this one also got!” while delightfully exclaiming over another bowl of soup with surprise!meat or something.
‘Oh this one also got’ = direct translation of ‘哦这个也有’! i.e. I HAVE BEEN SUPPORTING THE SPEAK GOOD MANDARIN CAMPAIGN ALL THIS WHILE orz
Pa also recounted ads on the TV with a mother scolding her child who was crying to be spoon-fed. “Eat yourself!” she shouts. (‘自己吃!’)
Am guilty of that too XDDD
But I’m really fond of Singlish ley.
Welcome to My Family
Published August 24, 2009 Family , Lollertoaster! , Shasha , Youtube? Itube. 2 CommentsLast night as I was writing a long-overdue letter back to Aunty Dev in the Philippines, I wanted to explain to her the meaning behind Ti’s name (whom she had named her son after), when I realised that I never really knew why Ti’s name was the way it was. I remember many years ago I asked Mum why his name was chosen, and she said that it was because there was nothing left to choose from. LOL! It’s times like this that I feel lucky to be a firstborn XDD
Well last night I asked her again. She thought for a while, and said that it meant ‘benevolent’, and I was like, why?!? Our middle names already mean ‘benevolent’; does this mean that Ti is supposed to be some kind of saint? Anyway I looked it up online and it actually means ‘outstanding’. Well done Mum :P
After that she said that my name meant ’strength’, while doing this aja fighting pose. Damn weird. It was then that I decided to break it to her that the banyan tree (which I’m named after) is actually semi-parasitic.
TO WHICH MUM BROKE OUT IN FULL-FLEDGED LAUGHTER AND JUMPED AROUND THE ROOM IN UNBRIDLED MIRTH.
And then, still laughing, she said that I wasn’t semi-parasitic… but completely parasitic! This is totally FML-worthy man XDDD
But she said she was joking, and later fondly said how much of a good children Ti and I are, while I told her how my life is doomed from the start of wrong name-choosing.
Welcome to my family. If at any time you think I’m crazy, just remember where I’m coming from. XDD
Okay further proof has just unearthed itself. Mum finally found the iPod charger she’d been looking for since yesterday and when it was found, I started clapping above my head while she swung the iPod wire round and round singing ‘Old Macdonald Had a Farm’.
Also, am terribly amused by this MTV. I know Shasha would be absolutely mortified and outraged over this video, but somehow I can’t stop looping it to hear her sing “nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh” at 2:05.
Btw, apparently that Korean company kenna successfully sued by Square Enix over this XDD
I HAS STYLE? & Near Death
Published August 23, 2009 Family , Lollertoaster! , Shasha Leave a CommentLolspeak is unacceptable but words fail me.
Tuesday, I had oil painting class. We finally got started on painting still life, after everyone got into a clamour for white objects to set up.
At the end of the session, Ai said that my painting was ‘very me’, and I was like, HUH does this mean that whatever I draw looks the same?!?!!? WHAT’S THE POINT?!?! Noez there goes $50+ of oil painting supplies orz
Thursday, I proudly showed Pa a work in progress doodle in my BB Sketchbook (short for the Brian Bolland sketchbook that he autographed XDD). I was like, “Taadaa!” and he was like, “Why do all your drawings look so gloomy and sinister.” and I was like, HUH WHERE GOT?!?! And then he tried to explain in vain the characteristics of my drawings.
Friday, Ai and I continued our oil painting for homework and I don’t know, I think Linda, Ruru and Sal said that it looked finished, even though I had barely gone a few strokes into it. Which was really amusing XDD
Last night Brat#2 fell face-first onto my bed in slumber. Mum then decided to lay the mattress on the floor so that I could have her bed to sleep on. I was awake till 4+am.
Sometime during the wee hours of the night, Brat#2 gave a vicious shout and started violently punching the pillow next to him (i.e. where my head would have been), and then he collapsed back onto the bed.
NEVER HAVE I BEEN SO GLAD TO BE AWAKE AT 4AM.
Even Mum woke up! I kept laughing in relief (to be alive).
Brat#2 is damn dangerous.
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