perhaps

maybe you could understand how i feel right now. i cant really tell you how i feel. its all in the songs i'm listening to.
  • Fuel haemorrhage
  • Tonic If you could only see
  • Silverchair Ana's song
  • roger sanchez another chance
  • matchbox 20
  • incubus (of course) echo
  • RHCP's other side
  • moby why does my heart feel so bad
  • bit of lifehouse
  • bit more miserable music
  • lil bit more
  • and abit more
  • and a bit more
  • lil bit more
  • maybe some angry girl in there too
07.29.07 (5:49 am)   [edit]

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silverchair's coming

they'll be performing in october. at the rate that i'm going, i dont think i'll be able to afford to go.
 
i just got back from a job interview...if you can call it that. walked all the way across the CBD in the rain. and when i was almost there, i had to take my shoe off cause it was biting into my ankle. and then i walked back. in the rain. barefoot. ankle slightly raw. in the rain.
 
 
07.29.07 (12:48 am)   [edit]

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so you think you like puns, eh??

The following has been taken from this week's edition of CRACCUM. thought it'd be an interesting read. enjoy it :)
 
CAPITAL PUNISHMENT by VITAL SWANK
 
My first affair with written English was a scintillating and mysterious one. at a tender age of six, during my first week of primary school, i remember coming across a spell-sheet with all of our common one-syllable words dotted across it. i distinctly recall reading the word THE and not havinga damn clue as to what the hell it was. this memory is now accompanied with a strange duality, as i remember seeing THE unbeknownst definition, despite hindsight plainly identifying that THE was clearly THE and not just some grouping of alien symbols. what has this anecdote got to do with the rest of this piece? not much, really. i just thought it would help make this the definite article. 
 
since then my love of english has grown into a near obsession with its more poetic parts. i'm not so much into wordplay as i am full blown compounded word molesting. i am a menace to society - an outcast - lurking under the radar, hiding below the surface. were this the sea, i'd be anemone of the state. my languid creepiness has gotten to the point where children now cover their i's as i pass them in the street. when you're a registered text-offender, if seems everyone gets noteified of it. 
 
puns are my most preferred weapon of choice. i believe that a quip is all the equipment you'll ever need to face the ugly, scowling realities of this world. with puns ar your command, you have your finger on the pulse of the language, your ear to the ground of communication. you are poised and charged - like a battery - Eveready at any moment to ride a wave of good vibrations as you pluck the strings of speech, and spin yarn from the threads of conversation.
 
it is my belief that puns are the single greatest asset to the english language, and thus should be treasured accordingly. they come in many genres and forms, ranging from the pop-culturally relevant:
 
Punk: dude, i just heard you should totally buy the first Killers album
Punk'd: oh? and where did you hear about that?
Punk: SOMEBODY TOLD ME
 
to the self-referential:
 
Pundit: Man, my puns are like office-tower blocks
Pundit: WORK ON SO MANY LEVELS
 
to the contextual:
 
George FM Chick: Here! Free condoms! Take them! I'm the Santa Claus of safe sex
Me: does that mean that your catchphrase is no loner HO HO HO?
 
 
unfortunately, puns have also garnered a bad rap over the years as illustrated most recently with the rise of hip-hop evolution also stepped in, so that now whenever the average personhears a phrase turned on its head like a tern turning its head (i'm so sorry), they emit an instict-driven, guttural groan, instantly recognisable and universally  known the world over. this pun-groan is a unique mixture of pain, annoyance and sheer irritation, as if its originator has just been subjected to a surprise on-the-spot catheter insertion. for too long this knee-jerk action has gone unquestioned, and something must be done. hence why the editors have taken issue with it, and why it's ended up here. in a magazine. issue. yeah. too subtle?
 
there is only one possile solution to the widespread outbreak of punitive hatred: find the most awesome, multi layered, complex puns this language has to offer. and after doing a bit of digging (ie looking on wikipedia), potential punters have been exhumed in the form of Tom Swifties.
 
Tom Swift was a collection of nancy drew-esque serial novellas written by the Stretemeyer Syndicate under the pseudonym Victor Appleton. these novellas are characterised most notably by the abundant and formulaic use of adverbs during the dialogue (ie "Watch out!" exclaimed Tom, "I dont feel very well," said Tom faintly, "You've been sleeping with my teddy bear!" accused Tom). a Tom Swifty creates a pun by taking the adverb and making it a pun by linking it to what was actually said by the character. confused? here are the best examples:
  • "i manufacture tabletops," said Tom, counterproductively
  • "I'm wearing my wedding ring" said Tom, with abandon
  • "I came, i saw," Tom concurred
  • "Who discovered Radium?" asked Marie, curiously
 
upon discovering these wonderful pieces of prose, my heard went aflutter and a party began raging in my pants. enthralled, i tried to come up with some of my own little ditties:
 
  • "I accidentally served meat in a vegetarian convention" said Tom mistakently
  • "you know, i think its time for some heroin," Tom interjected.
  • "I think i have an STD" said Tom rashly.
 
granted, these are highly content-specific, but so fucking what. good puns should be like good chemistry: all the right ingredients, in all the right quantities, creating highly volatile reactions with the right timing. thus resulting in loud noises, cries of pain and surprise, and leaving people burned and oddly sexualised (the other kind of chemistry). And that's not counting the times the conversation goes unclear.
 
hopefully this dialogue has opened your eyes and stoked your appetite for all things paronomasia and punch lines. after all, if this world is a pie, you only get one slice of life, and it looks as though you've just been served.  
07.26.07 (3:00 am)   [edit]

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i owe you WHAT???

shock shock horror. read an invoice from the people who are in charge of where you live and you owe them money. and lots of it at that. and you'll keep owing them money because you live here and you have to pay rent. NOTE: the downward spiral of poverty. a trap to which you can fall into if YOU...bah. i cant be bothered to blog now.
07.23.07 (4:31 am)   [edit]

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salmon sandwich

i dont really have much to say. kinda went out with adiba just now to foodtown, and ended up buying things for sandwiches. bread and things to put in the middle. come to realise that i ONLY like smoked salmon. every other form of salmon that is not smoked or not sushi can just stay on the shelves. and i had to buy the wrong salmon. yes, i am aware that salmon is fish, and i still dont like fish. but i now maintain that as long as i dont SEE the fish, i'll be ok. and dont taunt me when i eat, please.
 
brush your teeth with wasabi! do that if you have a nice tube of wasabi and have nothing better to do :D let me now how it goes if you do.
 
i'm getting kinda worried about the money thing. i know there are options if i cant come up with the money in time, but it dont seeem to make me worry any less. i hate this jobhunting business. going to try again tomorrow. oh may the gods of employment be kind lest i resort to selling my eggs for scientific research. 
 
was talking to sam with adiba just now when we had ice cream and he told me that chewing or crushing ice in your mouth is a sign of sexual frustration...since he said he noticed a lot of malaysians here doing it. and i said "but i know someone back home who does that and he claims it helps with his thyroid problem". to which SAMAZOID replied "nah, thats just nonsense". SO.....ice huh?
 
man, having a salmon sandwich before sleeping AFTER you've brished your teeth is NOT the best idea..can you imagine the morning breath? hmmm....i'll let you know how that goes :P
 
tata now... 
07.22.07 (6:37 am)   [edit]

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bed mites

hunnie thinks she has a problem with bedmites. i dont blame her. knwing how old these mattresses may be, i'd think so too.
 
the jobhunt continues. i wont jinx it this time...i tell you only after the outcome.
 
hey, how many people actually read this blog?
 
HI IAIN :) 
07.19.07 (3:29 am)   [edit]

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MAUS!!! MAAAAAAUS!!!!!!

so i've started reading MAUS and so far its pretty interesting. think orwell but in pictures. aha...aha...ok? i'll give a gushing review when i'm done with the book. couldnt concentrate on reading horton hears a who. but i'm sure it was interesting.

 

 

MAUS

07.18.07 (2:04 am)   [edit]

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i make it my aim to have found a job by the end of this week

so...they didnt call me back. great. no job for me there. anyways, the jobhunt continues, ever persevering in its quest to find me MONEY. last come to last, i'll be a telemarketer. oh god. i'll be so sick of phones and calls and getting calls and making calls then. and i shall be the scum of the marketing world. but hey, if it keeps me financially buoyant, i will stoop that low.
 
missed the first lecture for language teaching 101 today. great news is, there's no exam for this paper. its all in class tests and assignments. nor are there tutorials.  pretty sweet deal no? well...my only gripe is the two hour lectures which are teeth grittingly LONG and BORING and TEDIOUS and MIND DRAINING..but no exam sounds pretty sweet to me.
 
i feel like such a monkey looking for a job. "OOH OOH!! hire me! pick me! PICK MEEEE!!!!"
 
i havent started reading MAUS. nor have i gotten halfway through HOrton HEars a who..i just want this month to be over! 
07.17.07 (8:40 pm)   [edit]

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what a week of shit...and its barely over

bleeargh..i started last sem on a hangover and now i start this sem on another hangover. what a track record. and its some super-ass hangover this time around. havent puked my guts out like that in a long, LONG time. so what else went wrong? good question. let me complain.
 
it seems this sem has 2 two-hour lectures a week. aaahhh, somebody gouge out my eyes and serve them to me on a platter. i cant stand two hour lectures. pardon my attention span. and i have the highest admiration for people who can sit there and actively take notes during the entire two hours. do you people run on caffeine or something?
 
there was a bout of food poisoning ON TOP OF BEING HUNGOVER. WOW. now that was some experience. and that was just not pretty. its bad enough my stomach muscles are aching from lurching out the contents of my belly, i now have to ache from the inside (i already am aching from the inside but thats another damn story and i'll tell you that one day when i dont know what to do) methinks its the free pizza gone stupidly bad. DAMN YOU FREE PIZZA!! i'm throwing you out! it happened before i went to sleep and after i went to sleep. CURSES!
 
then before i went to sleep when i realised i was plagued with food poisoning (which sha AND hunnie got as well) my neck felt sore. sore as in where the lymph nodes were. OH god, what is this?? does the universe hate me so much? is it karma? is it the chi? so i went to sleep worried and scared and heard myself whimper in my sleep. how sad is that?
 
then i went for the job interview today. it was at 6pm. practically ran up parnell rise. and if you know that stupid rise, you know its NOT something you run up because of how steep it is. especially when you havent eaten all day because you're afraid to add injury to your already food-poisoned stomach. so i arrive at the interview panting. but at least i wasnt late. THERE, my potential employer grilled me. SEVERELY grilled me. oh man, if you dont hire me after that...not to say that he was mean or anything. he was very straight up and demanded that i be straight up as well if he were to hire me. very understanding man, but very clear idea of what he wants and what will be best for his business. AND he liked that my passport is red. (HMMMMMmmmm.....) they'll inform me tomorrow if i get it or not. (pleasepleasepleaseplease pleasepleasepleasepleasel etmegetit)
 
the booklist for the lit class is amazing. i love the range. and i love that we get to do MAUS!!! AAAA!!! i wanted to buy maus last sem just to read, but now i bought the COMPLETE MAUS!! i loves it!
 
other than that, it seems as though if i do get this job, there wont be much of a life left for me. not like there was much OF a life in the first place anyway.  but it would mean...no weekend evenings out, and so on...maybe even miss out special events.
 
my stomach still hurts. i cant wait for this month to be over. at least i wont be so broke.  
07.17.07 (6:26 am)   [edit]

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free food

so nobody, apparently, can say NO to free food. me included. vanity aside, its free pissas and free bbq's. can you spell CHEAPSKATE?
 
classes start tomorrow. and i dont know whether to be excited or not. first lesson is a 5pm for godsakes. i can still wake up at my usual 2-3pm, pretty sweet la, but i'm broke and gots to head off the sjs for a jobhunt. and DO IT THIS TIME!
 
aint got much to blog about tho.
 
american history x is a great movie to watch if you ever get round to watching it. but if i were you i cant bring myself to watch it twice. just far too shocking. edward norton is a fantastic actor. for someone who looks the way that he does, i'm quite surprised he has that much range.
 
toodles children :) 
07.15.07 (2:34 am)   [edit]

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100 free pizzas

well its been a while since the last entry. and not much has happened. winter break is ending and lectures start next monday. more new people have arrived here and reorientation week's been more fun this time round. for one, there being plenty of free food. i congratulate myself and my friends on successfully hijacking 10 pizzas...possibly more. we lost count :P but hey, its free food and i'm broke.

NOVEMBER - i'll be back. see y'all then. fer shizzle.

sha and hunnie are both asleep and snoring away right now. oh boy. that means they'll be hyper and restless and bored later. just feeeling quite worn out now. maybe cos of the messed up sleep pattern nowadays. i swear, i felt dizzy and so weak when i woke up just now. wolfed down 2 slices of pizza and some fruit (so i dont feel so guilty) and still quite weak.

i bought a new belt yesterday..hurray..keep my pants from falling. and the salesgirl showed me this thing with the belt i really liked. never thought of it. and it looks good..oh me and my vanity.

got news from my parents and my brother...and it sounds like things are ugly back home. oh god....

07.12.07 (10:52 pm)   [edit]

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LINA JOY

as a person with strong opinions on individual freedom and individual rights, i feel compelled to talk about this.
 
in my opinion, one of many in fact, its very unfair to her. i know you can look at it from different angles, but from HER perspective, its unfair.
 
a girl i spoke to once was quite shocked by how definitive religion and race are in malayia. i've learned that it is not just what society determines you as being, what they ascribe to you, but it is also what you associate yourself with. self-definition also counts, and if it doesnt, it should.
 
i dont know if i've quoted her before, but if i have, sorry for being repetitive. BUT it is for effect. religion shouldnt be something definitive-it should be a choice.
07.02.07 (5:36 am)   [edit]

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the nightmare before christmas

so i rented that dvd out of curiosity, and because i had nothing to do. but sad to say, i fear the merchandise is far more interesting than the movie.
 
what a lousy film. i might as well have wached ace ventura. thats FAR better than jack skellington and the atrocious songs in the film. rather disappointing from tim burton actually, since i quite enjoyed corpse bride. lousy is an understatement when it comes to the songs. pardon me for being raised on a movie diet of disney films (which my mother deemed as being un-demonic enough for her beloved daughter to watch) that i know quality music and animation. the animation is superbly cute, i wont deny that, in TNBC. but storyline is just rubbish. this attempt to be quirky just SCREAMS "weird". its just ridiculous. stay fAR FAR away from TNBC. but if you like the merchandise, which i think is cute, go on. have some. i had a wallet. but the movie...UGH. sheer nonsense.
 
and the next movie on my movie bashing list, MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA. in my humle opinion, the movie reeked of bitchiness among women. somewhat a geisha version of MEAN GIRLS. why dont you just call it MEAN GEISHAS? and the whole "i'm so sorry, i cant speak english in this movie without giving it a stupid accent since its a second language and even if i did know how to speak it properly the director wants me to speak it like this because he thinks this is how asians speak english and so i speak it like this" act really gets old. ugh.
 
SIMONE! what a refreshing film. and BILLY "I wanna be a ballet dancer" ELLIOT is really good.
 
thats all 
 
07.02.07 (1:38 am)   [edit]

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