No one can read my maps.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Rhetorical questions
Sometimes I can't help but wonder:
a) When we are sleeping or unconscious, does time even pass? People might say they were there during your span of unconsciousness to stand witness, but through your own experience, time did not pass, although the arrow on the face of the clock has significantly jumped forward. Does it mean our consciousness, or 'self' actually ceases to exist during that span of time? Refer to question 2.
b) Are we constantly dying? Another minute, another world, another you. You are not the previous you one second ago. That is a separate you, a separate existence, and that is a separate parallel world? If you don't get what I mean, you know those flip books, where when you flip the book (which is full of seriatim drawings), it jumps into animation. We are animated entities, but if you stopped flipping the flip book you will realize that there are many different pages, all containing an identical drawing in different states. Does it mean we're like that too? If we traveled back in time, this should explain why you'll meet another 'you'?
c) I think the definition of reality is questionable. What you see blue might be what I see red, and what you see might not even exist to me. What you think angular might be what I think spherical. When we see red, what defines red? When we think something is sweet, what is sweet? Do dogs see things in colors, or do we appear like what we are to them in the first place?
"There is no reality, only perception." - Anon
Who knows, maybe there is a different universe where the laws of physics don't apply altogether. Communication, reproduction, senses or whatever, they dont't exist. Maybe there is another category different form our term 'life form', for what we dictate as terms of being alive is non existent in their situation. Like viruses.
d) I still don't think aliens are green with black eyes and three legs. I don't think they even have those things.
e) In a different universe, maybe there exists a gender besides male and female. I don't mean pondans.
The ULTIMATE QUESTION:
f) Why do men have tits? I know i know about that pregnancy thing where both males and females are identical before the 3rd month and all that shit but those tits are only there to for unaesthetic purposes. Not that they can make milk. Unless in different flavours.
What is your stance on this? Feel free to leave your opinions. :D
a) When we are sleeping or unconscious, does time even pass? People might say they were there during your span of unconsciousness to stand witness, but through your own experience, time did not pass, although the arrow on the face of the clock has significantly jumped forward. Does it mean our consciousness, or 'self' actually ceases to exist during that span of time? Refer to question 2.
b) Are we constantly dying? Another minute, another world, another you. You are not the previous you one second ago. That is a separate you, a separate existence, and that is a separate parallel world? If you don't get what I mean, you know those flip books, where when you flip the book (which is full of seriatim drawings), it jumps into animation. We are animated entities, but if you stopped flipping the flip book you will realize that there are many different pages, all containing an identical drawing in different states. Does it mean we're like that too? If we traveled back in time, this should explain why you'll meet another 'you'?
c) I think the definition of reality is questionable. What you see blue might be what I see red, and what you see might not even exist to me. What you think angular might be what I think spherical. When we see red, what defines red? When we think something is sweet, what is sweet? Do dogs see things in colors, or do we appear like what we are to them in the first place?
"There is no reality, only perception." - Anon
Who knows, maybe there is a different universe where the laws of physics don't apply altogether. Communication, reproduction, senses or whatever, they dont't exist. Maybe there is another category different form our term 'life form', for what we dictate as terms of being alive is non existent in their situation. Like viruses.
d) I still don't think aliens are green with black eyes and three legs. I don't think they even have those things.
e) In a different universe, maybe there exists a gender besides male and female. I don't mean pondans.
The ULTIMATE QUESTION:
f) Why do men have tits? I know i know about that pregnancy thing where both males and females are identical before the 3rd month and all that shit but those tits are only there to for unaesthetic purposes. Not that they can make milk. Unless in different flavours.
What is your stance on this? Feel free to leave your opinions. :D
I should specialize in this
Jo didn't know the way to the tuition teacher's house, so I drew her a map.
She said she couldnt' understand what I was drawing, so I drew her another one.
HAHHAHAHhahhahHAHahhaha
She said she couldnt' understand what I was drawing, so I drew her another one.
HAHHAHAHhahhahHAHahhaha
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Distance (cont.)
And there was Brian, my friend KY's stud. My ex-classmate when I did my schooling in an international school at China while druing my dad's stint at Guangzhou. I was there from 1998-2000).
I studied at Utahloy International School of Guangzhou, probably the only eminent happy schooling memories I've ever have about schooling are from there, due to perfectly fathomable grounds. Having a brain is optional because you start using a calculator at Grade 4 and it makes me happy fatty because those were one of the few moments a math illiterate would get to whiz math. When it comes to homework just lay back, drum your fingers on the number pad and WHAM BAM THANK YOU MAAM your work is done. Too bad all I can do now is fail and comfort myself by conjuring memories.
Classrooms were installed with an air conditioner each (fuck i wanna go back). There was no specific uniform other than P.E t-shirts during P.E, but the the dress code is de facto decent at all times. We've got a mini pool at the yard, a playground, a HUGE football field, a basketball court, a seperate huge volleyball court. I'd like to boast to you more about it, but I'll save it for another post.
So I came back, and was pushed back a fucking year (I jumped a year/ started primary schooling a year earlier year so that sets it even. Why? because I didn't know any Malay.
Then during Form 4, I sat next to KY and during a random conversation we began to talk about her boy. Apparently her boy has been spending a big part of his life overseas jumping from location to location, so he attended international schools as well. He came back recently and is currently pursuing his pre-uni studies at a private instituition. I told her about my previous experience studying overseas at Guangzhou. After a bit of coaxing, she revealed her boy is a guy by the name of Brian.
It instantaneously struck a chord in my brain. I remembered that my school had a Malaysian student of the same name and surname and he happened to be one of the pupils in a class I was in. To make things simple, my classmate la. Who was that guy? Did I date him? Did I hit his head because he touch my buttocks? I told her about my miraculous discovery, and brought my yearbook to school the next day. Well, there was a Brian, there were several photos of him, including a small adorable snippet of his 'DUH' face on the cover. They didn't reveal his surname however, but I could bet on every single dime I have in my pink teddybear piggy bank that he shared the same surname as KY's boyfriend.
KY told me that the pictures looked nothing like him (he was this small boy with mushroom hair and thick black rimmed glasses), but will ask him for confirmation. In the mean time I checked out his friendster profile and Utahloy wasn't on his slew of ex-schools so I supposed maybe I got the wrong person and reminded meself not to get my hopes too high.
I'll spare you the unecessary details because this post is getting far too long. KY asked him through msn, "Were you from Utahloy? When you were younger did you wear thick black rimmed glasses?" Well according to her an awkward silence ensued, followed by a urgent counter enquiry consisting of several WHYs.
Turns out it was him. KY took back my yearbook, took a couple shots of his pics with her cellcam and sent it over to him. She said he was rather embarrased and told her to stop looking. Couldn't blame him. If I were him (a boy) I'd destroy those photos of fucking funny Wacky Chan poses.
He can't remember me though. He only can remember another fellow eurasian classmate and our form teacher.
Well you might be wondering, after 8-10 years, how in the worl can I remember him? Simple.
He was one of the 4 Malaysian students. Well that didn't evoke any impression of him, this did:
He told me his house was in SS2. (Lies, I tell you, lies)
I recounted this incident to my mom, and my dad asked, "Does his dad do confectionary?" o_O
I studied at Utahloy International School of Guangzhou, probably the only eminent happy schooling memories I've ever have about schooling are from there, due to perfectly fathomable grounds. Having a brain is optional because you start using a calculator at Grade 4 and it makes me happy fatty because those were one of the few moments a math illiterate would get to whiz math. When it comes to homework just lay back, drum your fingers on the number pad and WHAM BAM THANK YOU MAAM your work is done. Too bad all I can do now is fail and comfort myself by conjuring memories.
Classrooms were installed with an air conditioner each (fuck i wanna go back). There was no specific uniform other than P.E t-shirts during P.E, but the the dress code is de facto decent at all times. We've got a mini pool at the yard, a playground, a HUGE football field, a basketball court, a seperate huge volleyball court. I'd like to boast to you more about it, but I'll save it for another post.
So I came back, and was pushed back a fucking year (I jumped a year/ started primary schooling a year earlier year so that sets it even. Why? because I didn't know any Malay.
Then during Form 4, I sat next to KY and during a random conversation we began to talk about her boy. Apparently her boy has been spending a big part of his life overseas jumping from location to location, so he attended international schools as well. He came back recently and is currently pursuing his pre-uni studies at a private instituition. I told her about my previous experience studying overseas at Guangzhou. After a bit of coaxing, she revealed her boy is a guy by the name of Brian.
It instantaneously struck a chord in my brain. I remembered that my school had a Malaysian student of the same name and surname and he happened to be one of the pupils in a class I was in. To make things simple, my classmate la. Who was that guy? Did I date him? Did I hit his head because he touch my buttocks? I told her about my miraculous discovery, and brought my yearbook to school the next day. Well, there was a Brian, there were several photos of him, including a small adorable snippet of his 'DUH' face on the cover. They didn't reveal his surname however, but I could bet on every single dime I have in my pink teddybear piggy bank that he shared the same surname as KY's boyfriend.
KY told me that the pictures looked nothing like him (he was this small boy with mushroom hair and thick black rimmed glasses), but will ask him for confirmation. In the mean time I checked out his friendster profile and Utahloy wasn't on his slew of ex-schools so I supposed maybe I got the wrong person and reminded meself not to get my hopes too high.
I'll spare you the unecessary details because this post is getting far too long. KY asked him through msn, "Were you from Utahloy? When you were younger did you wear thick black rimmed glasses?" Well according to her an awkward silence ensued, followed by a urgent counter enquiry consisting of several WHYs.
Turns out it was him. KY took back my yearbook, took a couple shots of his pics with her cellcam and sent it over to him. She said he was rather embarrased and told her to stop looking. Couldn't blame him. If I were him (a boy) I'd destroy those photos of fucking funny Wacky Chan poses.
He can't remember me though. He only can remember another fellow eurasian classmate and our form teacher.
Well you might be wondering, after 8-10 years, how in the worl can I remember him? Simple.
He was one of the 4 Malaysian students. Well that didn't evoke any impression of him, this did:
He told me his house was in SS2. (Lies, I tell you, lies)
I recounted this incident to my mom, and my dad asked, "Does his dad do confectionary?" o_O
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Distance
You know what, I think this is a world too small after all. Some people I thought I would never hear of again, but like flies to shit they come looking for you.
Me and Jolynn headed to the vegetarian restaurant right after the bell went off. You know that restaurant at Taman Megah, yeah that greeny enviro friendly looking shop. I thought the food was great, so we decided to stop by there for lunch. Choo didn't want to go. He said he wasn't a vegetarian and heavily relies on meat consumption to maintain his conspicous approx A cup moobs(man boobs)!!!!!!
Mom told me to call her when we were done. So we went in, grabbed a plate and grabbing like hogs whatever we wanted to eat. Apart from the extremely inconsistent pricing (they charge you per dish you take, not by quantity, So Jo's was charged an assbomb of Rm 5 for that teeny plate of hers and compared to my filled to the brim for the same price), I've really got nothing much to complain about. Truth is, I like eating there and I eat there all the time.
So this is how it started. Jo began with with the topic, and as we rambled we ended up talking how I met my friends' boyfriends before they did. I knew them both, but was oblivious that they knew each other, moreover in a relationship. It first started with Kel.
Me and Kel used members of our school choir, since way back in std. 4. I stood behind him, and more than often I would spank his mushroom nerdy head (I know I'm mean) because making Kelvin cuss at you is fun. Actually, I like that noise when you slam the palm of your hand on people's heads. There's always this PAK sound that emanates upon contact with the hard skull, something like a solid beat off an R'n B track.
But I think I've hit a head or two that gave out hollow noises ( now you know how to pick out brainless people).
The good old days. I remember practising practising practising just right before competitions (our school usually proceeded to state level) like a broken record jammed at the same song. I remember bloating my stomach with air on purpose so when the tailor came to get our measurings I'd get a maternity dress meant for a pregnant 12 year old. I remember singing at alto range, switching over from soprano and there we were, bellowing songs from the bottom of our hearts. Btw, I think it should be lungs and diaphragm because technically you don't exhale with your heart. You'd be dead already.
I remember nerdy shorty Kelvin telling me that he had bloodybig gran peeyano at home (<---Jo says thinks this is a blatant lie; there is no grand piano at his house) and it gets tuned every month ( I suppose this is a lie no doubt). I remember giving a card right before graduation, well I was graduating so I thought I'd give him a little token of remembrance of how I used to torture his head. At the back of the card (or was it the envelope?) I wrote my address, and he told me I used to write my address OTT (over the top): (house number, name of street). (Residential area), (Postcode), Petaling Jaya, Selangor Darul Ehsan, Malaysia, South East Asia, Asia, The Earth, The Solar System, The Milky Way Galaxy, The Universe.
It ain't innocence. Its not cheekiness either, I value elaboration, and therefore I tend to be excruciatingly detailed. Actually I wrote this cus itwas farni made it memorable cus everybody tends to forget.
He enrolled in Dj, and of course I approached him on numerous (futile) attempts of reunion but he only gave me who-the-fuck-are-you-you-weirdass-stalker-i-know-you-like-me-but-i-don't-give-a-shit glances out of the corner of his eyes and stupid, puzzled faces. Truth is he couldn't recognize me, but I'll save this topic for a later day.
When he (finally) did in Form 4; well it was because he and Jo were off dating behind my back anyway, he was like OMG OMG X1234567 you are neeccccooolee OMG OMG you are Aaron's sister OMG OMG I kehnot belif yiuuUUuuuUuUUUUUUU X54321.
My bro and Jo's bro uncannily share the same name, so jealousy rears its ugly head: " I'm Aaron's sister too."
So that's the first part.
Me and Jolynn headed to the vegetarian restaurant right after the bell went off. You know that restaurant at Taman Megah, yeah that greeny enviro friendly looking shop. I thought the food was great, so we decided to stop by there for lunch. Choo didn't want to go. He said he wasn't a vegetarian and heavily relies on meat consumption to maintain his conspicous approx A cup moobs(man boobs)!!!!!!
Mom told me to call her when we were done. So we went in, grabbed a plate and grabbing like hogs whatever we wanted to eat. Apart from the extremely inconsistent pricing (they charge you per dish you take, not by quantity, So Jo's was charged an assbomb of Rm 5 for that teeny plate of hers and compared to my filled to the brim for the same price), I've really got nothing much to complain about. Truth is, I like eating there and I eat there all the time.
So this is how it started. Jo began with with the topic, and as we rambled we ended up talking how I met my friends' boyfriends before they did. I knew them both, but was oblivious that they knew each other, moreover in a relationship. It first started with Kel.
Me and Kel used members of our school choir, since way back in std. 4. I stood behind him, and more than often I would spank his mushroom nerdy head (I know I'm mean) because making Kelvin cuss at you is fun. Actually, I like that noise when you slam the palm of your hand on people's heads. There's always this PAK sound that emanates upon contact with the hard skull, something like a solid beat off an R'n B track.
But I think I've hit a head or two that gave out hollow noises ( now you know how to pick out brainless people).
The good old days. I remember practising practising practising just right before competitions (our school usually proceeded to state level) like a broken record jammed at the same song. I remember bloating my stomach with air on purpose so when the tailor came to get our measurings I'd get a maternity dress meant for a pregnant 12 year old. I remember singing at alto range, switching over from soprano and there we were, bellowing songs from the bottom of our hearts. Btw, I think it should be lungs and diaphragm because technically you don't exhale with your heart. You'd be dead already.
I remember nerdy shorty Kelvin telling me that he had bloodybig gran peeyano at home (<---Jo says thinks this is a blatant lie; there is no grand piano at his house) and it gets tuned every month ( I suppose this is a lie no doubt). I remember giving a card right before graduation, well I was graduating so I thought I'd give him a little token of remembrance of how I used to torture his head. At the back of the card (or was it the envelope?) I wrote my address, and he told me I used to write my address OTT (over the top): (house number, name of street). (Residential area), (Postcode), Petaling Jaya, Selangor Darul Ehsan, Malaysia, South East Asia, Asia, The Earth, The Solar System, The Milky Way Galaxy, The Universe.
It ain't innocence. Its not cheekiness either, I value elaboration, and therefore I tend to be excruciatingly detailed. Actually I wrote this cus it
He enrolled in Dj, and of course I approached him on numerous (futile) attempts of reunion but he only gave me who-the-fuck-are-you-you-weirdass-stalker-i-know-you-like-me-but-i-don't-give-a-shit glances out of the corner of his eyes and stupid, puzzled faces. Truth is he couldn't recognize me, but I'll save this topic for a later day.
When he (finally) did in Form 4; well it was because he and Jo were off dating behind my back anyway, he was like OMG OMG X1234567 you are neeccccooolee OMG OMG you are Aaron's sister OMG OMG I kehnot belif yiuuUUuuuUuUUUUUUU X54321.
My bro and Jo's bro uncannily share the same name, so jealousy rears its ugly head: " I'm Aaron's sister too."
So that's the first part.
YaY, new blog!
I haven't been blogging for a year now. In an unexpected turn of events I've decided to revamp my new blog again (again) and get on with some typing. I've got alot to crap about, but let me fulfill a promise I made to a certain female friend, yiming.
Sorry, I think of this everytime.
So, during the beginning of the year, me and yiming decided simultaneously officiate two clubs, namely:
SINGLES CLUB
Eligibility:
1) Duh. Take a look at the name of the club.
2) You aren't single because you wanna screw different studs.
3) In your brain you have this fact ingrained: Men = MENACE, and you must be able to equate Men=( Evil )cube [This applies to women and homos only, because if you were a straight male you would be hating yourself]
4) May it be man, woman, or undistinguished (or undistiguishable), as long as you have a partner, you are, for the lack of better words, disqualified.
6) Your friendster/facebook/myspace/anylamegenericsocialnetworkingwebsite must clearly state that you're single. 'It's complicated' is unacceptable (because it can imply a thousand possible things).
7) Upon finding a soulmate after joining this club, you will be declared a 'graduate'.
8) Membership is free of charge.
Social Outcast Club
Eligibility:
1. Your best friend is undoubtedly, yourself. (Btw, this can mean you're egoistic too)
2. Your next best friend is also yourself.
3. Your good friends must include, but not limited to the following:
a) Computer
b) Bed
c) Room
d) Walls
f) Soft dolls
g) Any audio/musical instrument
h) Inanimate objects
i) Pornographic material
4. One of your relationships, current or past, must include idol/anime postersor pornographic material.
5. You hate friendster.
6. You despise friendster users who have 1000 'friends'. I bet with my fucking fat ass that you know less than 72% of them.
7. Most importantly, your msn list of contacts must contain at least 10 bots.
8. Membership is free of charge.
Side note: Not much people really 'graduate' from this group you know. Btw, tell me if you have any better conditions to add on.
Anyone wants to join? I promise you won't regret it XD:D
Sorry, I think of this everytime.
So, during the beginning of the year, me and yiming decided simultaneously officiate two clubs, namely:
SINGLES CLUB
Eligibility:
1) Duh. Take a look at the name of the club.
2) You aren't single because you wanna screw different studs.
3) In your brain you have this fact ingrained: Men = MENACE, and you must be able to equate Men=( Evil )cube [This applies to women and homos only, because if you were a straight male you would be hating yourself]
4) May it be man, woman, or undistinguished (or undistiguishable), as long as you have a partner, you are, for the lack of better words, disqualified.
6) Your friendster/facebook/myspace/anylamegenericsocialnetworkingwebsite must clearly state that you're single. 'It's complicated' is unacceptable (because it can imply a thousand possible things).
7) Upon finding a soulmate after joining this club, you will be declared a 'graduate'.
8) Membership is free of charge.
Social Outcast Club
Eligibility:
1. Your best friend is undoubtedly, yourself. (Btw, this can mean you're egoistic too)
2. Your next best friend is also yourself.
3. Your good friends must include, but not limited to the following:
a) Computer
b) Bed
c) Room
d) Walls
f) Soft dolls
g) Any audio/musical instrument
h) Inanimate objects
4. One of your relationships, current or past, must include idol/anime posters
5. You hate friendster.
6. You despise friendster users who have 1000 'friends'. I bet with my fucking fat ass that you know less than 72% of them.
7. Most importantly, your msn list of contacts must contain at least 10 bots.
8. Membership is free of charge.
Side note: Not much people really 'graduate' from this group you know. Btw, tell me if you have any better conditions to add on.
Anyone wants to join? I promise you won't regret it XD:D
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