Love may (or not) move a person, but some moves people just love

I feel like a fucking schoolgirl. No wait. lemme rephrase that, there's bound to be loads of misdirected hits from misdirected horny bastards searchin for porn on yahoo or something.

DAMN! I feel like a schoolgirl (that sounds better). Fancy getting myself all excited over this (57th minute) all night instead of catching up on work.

In case you haven't already heard, college guy in ancient renowned local university in sg tries to woo girl and enlists help of math lecturer. Come break time, flashed powerpoint of love declaration and steps up to present flowers to girl. Needless to say, they lived happily ever after.

Right.

I guess, the point here I'm tryin to make is, for the first time in my life i'm feeling what it means exactly when sales exectives talk about the power of 'word of mouth' and gossip. The lecture was up on Monday, and by Wed, at least 3000++ hits of the clip has been accessed. Lowly indifferent me got wind of it 2 days later. And suddenly, the whole world already knew about it.

Don't blame me for being part of the bushfire. In fact, I'm severely tempted to write in to TNP, ST, Today, Shin Ming, Wanbo, etc. I mean, SOMEBODY's gonna do the dirty sooner or later. Might as well sooner, so that it can be over and done with.

Kinda like the AJ photo fiasco though, but on a milder basis. No actually, retract that statement. Both were about people with balls who dared to be different, but that was more of a dare and this was - well, simply a case of too much of the movies (temporary allow pop ups, will ya?).

But hey. If u ever found your way here, I'm really sorry I made the link but i didn't do it - the notify the press stuff. Talk is cheap, just like the no. of guys out there waiting to pull silly stunts like this.

And I love exploding dog. I bet he didn't even know where that picture came from. But well, maybe the girl would have loved the other works more. Hey! How about somebody post a title to the artist himself? Now, THAT would be what i would consider a real tribute to his art!

Obviously, the IT trade is not for everyone.

For the past 1 week that i've been intermittently logged on, elusive as a bigfoot in cyberspace, I've been struggling to keep myself online but with not much success.

Some mysterious trojan/worm/virus got into my system and corrupted my LAN port, thus inhibiting my presence online. So, in sum of my trecherous and exciting week,

Day 0: Why no net?! Dead on the internet. Initial diagnosis? Hardware/software malfunction?
Day 1: Installed XP on spare hard disk, VPN and viola! Minor success, hear me whimper on the world wide web. 2ndary diagnosis? Motherboard LAN port problem.
Day 2: Spyware discovered upon 1st 5 minutes of logging on the net with ZERO coverage! Woah! So my cybercrime lecturers are right. The internet IS dangerous.
Day 3: Called SimLimSq. Shop not helpful AT ALL. Expect me to dismantle everything and subject it to repair which may take WEEKS. Probed more and got supplier no. Discovered I had 1-to-1 warranty! (moral of the story: always read the box stickers).
Day 4: Disengaged graphics/sound cards, memory stick, disk drives from motherboard and a trip down to supplier for 1-to-1 motherboard exchange. Supplier diagnosis? "your motherboard is working fine, see? Reformat hard disk"
Day 5: Now, HTF do u screw your damn mother - board?! Consult manual. Surprisingly useful!
Day 6: WTF can't I format c:?!! Watever happened to all those "type 'format c: *.*'" jokes? Erasing stuff from the comp ain't that easy after all.
Day 7: XP installed. Patches installed. Antivirus installed. Reboot. Why can't the damn comp start up now??!!
Day 8: Uninstalled ALL windows updates. REinstalled updates a few at a time. Problematic patch identified. Now, the problem is, NO SOUND from my sound card?!!
Day 9?

And so the saga continues...

Just doing my part for the local film industry. And what's more, it's free! Just click on the mirror site. I think you can dl it if you're using mozilla or something..

Personally? I think this is a very sincere and heartfelt short film. Crass and unpolished yes, but isn't that the very basis of us locals here?

Unicode.

《她》

她
让我
宾至如归
但在她眼里
我终究是客人

她
言行
庸言朴素
但在我眼里
犹如返璞归真

Top 10 reasons why people have toes

10) fetish
09) toe rings
08) so kids can suck on (THEIR OWN!! NOT OTHER PEOPLE'S! See 10)
07) pick up things without bending over
06) wearing slippers
05) steal things in stealth
04) packet teh/kopi/milo peng holder
03) pen holder
02) babe ballerinas
01) so bo liao people like me can form silly lists like this

Don't Push It

That's why i think office politics are senseless - because I know i can get so damn good at it that u wouldn't even know who's stabbed u in the back.

That's why i think I'm a born smoker but have never lit up my whole life - because I know once i start i can never stop.

That's why i think the reason why drug addicts never really get out of it - because it really feels THAT good to be high.

For some strange reason, I seem to think that I'm the nicest man in the world - simply because I believe that I'm actually inherently very evil.

So don't push it.

If God were alive, He'd be a washing machine.

So there I was, tired and facing another one of my impending weekly underwear crisis, dragged my lazy bum to do my laundry. And even though I heard the sound of hard objects falling into the bin, I chose to ignore it. So horror of horrors to my surprise when I opened the cover, only to find a pen broken into its 3 constituent parts nesting comfortably amidst all that soft cotton and fabric.

But here's the miraculous part. Not a single piece of clothing was stained. AND, the pen was even functional as well after that! Talk about the wonders of the world.

And I did something that I've never done since like... NEVER. I actually ironed my shirts. Well, ok, so it wasn't ALL my shirts, and it was only like 5 pieces, but nonetheless, I did it. Out of sheer grit and initiative. And it's not just about the lugging the hangers and clothes down to the launderette, the point it, I've just about NEVER ironed my clothes. Rather, I've never ironed more than 1 item in 1 sitting. So while the whole hall was out clubbing, I was doing all my domestic duties.

Damn I sound like MMF.

In case this film becomes another "Playing by Heart", which I had to rely on my constructed memory to even feel as if I've actually watched it (of course, I now acceed that I've watched it before, simply for the fact that I remember Gillian Anderson being in the film); here are some of the quotable quotes from "Closer" that i found to be hauntingly resonating:

"Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off."
"Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist soaked in blood."
"Where is this "love"? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words."
"You women don't understand the territory... because you ARE the territory."
"What's so great about the truth? Try lying for a change - it's the currency of the world."

Epiphanous.

For the Love of the Game

I realise that I've been blogging for the sake of blogging these days. For habit, for readership, for the fucking voyeurs who can't handle the things they're not supposed to see.

Ever since the well-of-poignancy sorta dried up, coupled with the turn-off graphics card in my room, viewing the sorry state of my comp just about shuts off all creative juices at work here.

While I'm drowing in the sea of reality, I blog just to resurface and catch a breather. Doesn't matter what i write, since i'm only takin a breathe - sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, but still breathing nonetheless.

So i suppose this is my disclaimer sayin that there won't be any quality posts in the near future.

The Culture of Prevalence

Just like how our forefathers could never fathom the reality of concrete superhighways on the roads - let alone the information kind, how long has it been since we actually considered a time without fingertip telecommunications?

Zerox was done on brown butt-abrasive paper that fades with age. Computers were research ROOMS, not tools. Before internet arrived, it took the form of 'teleview'. I can't imagine how I'm going to disseminate info to a whole committee of people without making tons of calls - wired and immobile at home. I'll bet almost everyone active in hostel back then had a room phone, which would constitute to almost a necessity.

But then again, with the lack of mobile communications, I supposed people were more punctual, and moved around alot less too, since there wasn't really much flexibility once a venue or time was decided on. Maybe then I'd have less contacts, less friends, but I'm sure we'd have alot more fun and solidarity.

And the forever fan of old school in me would definitely have revelled in the old school art of skirt chasing. Texting messages and long conversations on free incomings just don't really cut it for me. Whatever happened to the element of surprise? The thrill of anticipation? The romanticisms of an uninterrupted dinner, a moment's steal away from the world? The penchance from absence?

Not with someone breathing down your necks through your pocket devices. Not with the rules of tele-engagement - "i'll call u when i'm there", "call me back cos it's free", or the unnecessary "where are you i'm already here"... Not with real-time location assessments and active monitoring.

After all, how can spirits be free if they're entangled by the multitude of airwaves up there?

How do you survive a computer with 8 colours? Well, I did. For close to a year now, and I've just about had it. In fact, the situation got so bad I can't even open my blog page. Each time I try running the page, the "an error has occured and we're sorry we have to close your window" thingy pops up. Seems like my language is not the only thing that's colourful on my page.

The screenshot's taken quite sometime ago, but THEN, at least the problem's intermittent. Now it's just *bleargh*, and 8 colours everyday, with the occasional blue moon blessing my a moment's beauty onscreen.

I guess this correlates quite closely with my moods lately too. If u ever wanna get me down, just mess with my computer.