It's been awhile

I'm still alive.

It's funny how every once in awhile I visit my own blog and get surprised. In my head, I have a fuzzy, residual image of what it looked like in the past. Oddly, if one were to ask me to describe, I wouldn't be able to put it into words.

But yes, everything is how I left it. The simple layout and the nice blue tones.

Blue. Preferably dark blue. That's my favourite colour. On one hand it evokes a calm and peaceful feeling, drifting in an endless deep blue ocean in full ignorance and nonchalance. Nothing but the cool, soothing water engulfing my being as I rock gently with the waves like a buoy.

Other times, it reminds me of internal despair and dissatisfaction with certain things in life. Things that I wish were different. Things that could possibly make me happier.

All being said, life and the world moves on, whether you like or not. No point in dwelling or mulling. I do suspect that I enjoy my misery sometimes. It's like an itch of a scabbed wound.

Revisiting my own blog reminds me of my list of things to do before 29. I will complete it. How? I don't know. But I will. And I vow to enjoy those moments.

After all, ain't life a series of moments?

For some reason, I felt like typing something out today. Perhaps the large gap between posts just shows that maybe there's really nothing left to say.

grey saturday

After compounding sleep debt from the recently acquired job with hours from 7am to 4pm(technically 4, but everyone always OTs), the heavens throw a nice, cool and gloomy saturday my way. After lunch, I could have:

1. Post processed my Europe pictures
2. Packed my room (and hope to find my point and shoot camera's battery charger)
3. Gone through my wardrobe to find out what I need/want
4. Gone down to town to buy either the x-fi or nano.

But nooooo...what did I choose to do? Go back to sleep and eat chocolate. How productive I am.

ponder

Would life be easier when you're able to just say the things you want to say or when your words are held victim solely because of circumstance?

Should words that have been spoken too late, not be said at all? Or should they still have a chance to reach designated ears no matter.

I don't know.

back!

It's been fucking ages since I've written something. Things that have changed since 1st January 2008:

1. About 20kgs lighter
2. Graduated
3. Single
4. Been to Europe (like, finally?)
   

Life still sucks all the same. Still dazed and confused. But never mind, it goes on.

Things to accomplish:

1. Get a proper job
2. Get driving license (super long overdue)

Hopefully the above will change how sickening life can be.

sob sob

mmm....beer...with sock lint

Jared likes his Tiger with some sock lint. Alvin scrapes some right from the bottom of the sock.

Yehyang rubs his forehead in exasperation.

Photo courtesy of neverforever.net

prezzie!

My sweet sister just gave me this present out of the blue!

It's a PUMA Cardiac and it comes with a heart rate monitor! *excited*
What a nifty thing to complement my running. I think the black and red colour scheme looks cool too.

So...you're engaged...

My secondary school beau is engaged. I feel old.

Meanwhile, I shall continue fiddling with my toys. And what better way to suck up new RAMs by doing utterly pointless shit like personalizing your desktop.

Yes, good ol' recycle bin is gone.

not young anymore

Constantly updating a list of things to do before I die (or turn 29 whichever comes first), or die while trying to accomplish. Inspired by some crazy individual's zest for life.

love you to death aka till death do us part

This TV series fuckin' scares me. Just give me my gadgets that won't cheat on me or try to kill me for the sexy gardener.

F430...slurp

Daddy! Guess what I want for Christmas? It's blue and it's not a video!

old photos

Gary has amazingly dug up old hostel photos that invoked so much nostalgia!

Reminds me of better times, when I was slimmer and happier.

Also reminds me of important lessons in life, like making sure that you don't choose to go commando and declare it your personal no underwear day when playing "Battle of the Sexes". Now it seems like common sense, but common sense is learnt through experience.



"Floppy hair is ultimate in sexy!"

kids nowadays

My eight year old cousin watches Crimewatch intensely. I wonder if he'll use his newfound knowledge for good or evil.

i hate it when tech gods snub me

Laptop's graphics card decided to have its period. Hence the red artifacting. Grrr.

auteur indeed

So I'm supposed to write this piece about a director of choice and justify whether or not that director is an auteur.

Auteur translated from French to English is author.

Auteur used in an English context means "a filmmaker whose individual style and complete control over all elements of production give a film its personal and unique stamp." Thank you dictionary.com.

Director of choice? Kevin Smith. Auteur? Fuckin' A. Now I just need at least a 1000 words to justify why. This assigment brought about little revisits to the View Askewniverse, which I enjoy once in awhile. Chasing Amy didn't seem this good the first time somehow.

are you fucking kidding me?

Hmm...Something tells me I might be good at archery. I wonder if it's the body size.

the trooper

A trip to wala a while back reminded me of Iron Maiden's "The Trooper", a bloody rockin' song indeed. Hence, seeing this on the lovely Youtube universe, I feel obligated to spread the rock.

And then the dark side of Youtube was revealed.

horsing around in canteen a

Man I wish had the conviction to do shit like this.

my throat

is on strike...sian.

CRAAWWWLLIIINNNGGGG IINNN MYYY SKIIIIINNNNN!!!!

Bluddy connection in school is shit as usual....