The Yeoman Lyne

You know --

2009-02-09T16:45:00.000+08:00

Cigarettes are cool...

because there's Menthol. Duh!

~ The Yeoman Lyne ~

Battlestar Galactic-- Wha...?

2009-01-07T21:59:00.003+08:00

Wait, wait, wait... What?!

Now, I'm really confused. What just happened with the plot to assassinate the Commanders of the Galactica and Pegasus? And wasn't there this kickass thing with the the ships duking it out? And now we have mystery on our hands...

Eh? Discontinuity?! What the frak is going on?

Note : Doesn't help when I'm frakking busy the entire week... How the hell does this happen? Shit, I don't know! And it's not even the bleedin' Chinese New Year yet. Rgh!!!

~ Signed ~
A really confused Lyne

Seborrheic Sephora

2009-01-05T18:22:00.004+08:00

COME ON!!! MAN!! SERIOUSLY! WHERE ARE YOU?

Where in Singabore is the damned cosmetics store? Not that I really need stuff but what the hell? I would so love to spruce up. And being one of the Accursèd Oily-Eyelidded people, I have special peculiarities. "Special" is the operative word, people!

So much for Googling up stuff that tells you nothing. Tch! And it confirms the fact that when it comes to women, nothing gets done right. It's like things were done up by airheads for airhead... Typical!

And so I dug up these "factoids"...
(1) DFS at the Scotts Road area has a Sephora shop stand.
Not the store itself but, it's a start.

(2) Ngee Ann City would be the locale.
So says Channel News Asia, not that the local broadcast is decent, mind you.

(3) The Watson's at the basement is Sephora's new dive.
And is exactly where this supposed retail outlet is.

(4) Opened in Mid-December 2008, the 19th to be exact.
WTF, I was thereabouts on the 22nd and I didn't see anything. Neither did the girls.

What a Nancy Drew mystery.

~ Signed ~
An Annoyed Yeoman Lyne

SilverHawks Wing It

2009-01-04T19:42:00.004+08:00

Guess what I did over the weekend? I actually used the DVD player downstairs and popped a certain disc into the machine. Must admit, I have been putting off watching my collections in their entirety. (grammatically kooky, never mind...)

And this thing is just one of those sets in my trusty collection.

SilverHawks

Holy Cow, that was like WAAAAAAAAAAAY and I bought this baby because no one wanted to? Maybe. I just had to have it? What the Buck. Because it is very shiny? Yeah, I'm a human magpie of sorts...

Look, whatever the reason, I still think it's nice to reminisce stuff. So what if I am old(er) and know stuff that most ordinary people do not? Important thing is, I like having stuff I like. I even have the View-Master reels to prove it! :p

I love the leader "Quick Silver", not as much as Optimus Prime though. Just the design... Aw, hell, you know what? I can't remember why I loved this series so much other than the metallic frenzy. (Thank you, Electro-Convulsive Therapy.) So I think I'll just watch the damned thing.

Note to self : I was one hell of a disturbed child. Make memoir?

~ Signed ~
A Yeoman Lyne

Dance Six Minutes Away

2009-01-03T14:03:00.004+08:00

Evolution of Dance
Self-explanatory. I mean, "Wow". I just saw my teenage years flash by. And -- Oh Gawd!! The stupid chicken dance is there (ROFL). Not bad at all, missed out on a few earlier era ones after Chubby Checker... but WHO CARES?! I don't have that kind of stamina or a limber enough body to pull off some of those moves again. Why fret when there is YouTube, where someone else can do it for you!

Note : I'm noticing a pattern with my posts. YouTubey Critiques maybe?

~ Signed ~
A Yeoman Lyne

"Captain Not-So-Slow" apparently

2009-01-02T16:50:00.009+08:00

Well, bugger me stupid. I could have sworn "Captain Slow" (James May) was at my speed. And now we are officially off to a speedy start this a new year...

(Oh, God. A vehicular reference is one of my resolutions.)

A new meaning to the phrase "Godspeed".

Let me ask you this, why would anyone need a car so fast on an island so small, that you'd practically reach your destination when you rev the bloody engine? ...And then slam into a lamp post or any other miscellaneous vertical object, to just die. Yay for tasteless humour. Small country + big car = Not a good idea.

Edit : I fucking hate Blogger.. Thanks for fucking up good old HTML codes.

Yew Near Dey

2009-01-01T02:24:00.003+08:00

Happy New Year!!

Or was it Harpy Yew Near?

Hell, I don't know... Don't care really. Think I'll just go and either (a)hibernate or (b)lie down and die. The latter seems more appealing. Let's get this pig over and done with already! Along with the resolute shit.

Mrh.

~ Signed ~
A Lyne Yeoman

Force Fourth this!

2008-05-04T21:37:00.003+08:00

"May the Fourth be with you."

...and you...

...and you...

... yes, and you right over there as well.

Again, this is that stupid ritual I do. EVERY DAMNED YEAR. It's pretty obvious to Star Wars fans, provided you do pay attention to what Alec Guinness says in the classic... Seriously, what has Star Wars got to do with this entry (other than the obvious phonetics)? Beats me.

Alec Guinness was pretty cool in Lawrence of Arabia. And wasn't he in Doctor Zhivago too? Yeah, Omar Shariff's cool too. And now, all hell breaks loose! Let's play the association game, shall we?

Star Wars >> Alec Guinness >> Doctor Zhivago >> Omar Sharif >> Horses

Therefore... Star Wars = equines? Hmm.

Mayday, Mayday.

2008-05-01T23:05:00.005+08:00

You know, come any First of May (which is, uh, today), my mind takes a road trip back to this thing called nostalgia... What? I'm not that old! Yeeesh, what is wrong with you people?

Growing up -- almost normally, thank you very much -- I always chance upon this audio tape cassette and the cover just strikes me as, I don't know, perfect. Jesus, getting all mushy pie here. And it is the Best of Bee Gees [Volume One].

Something about this image has this presence I just can't quite describe. And notice there are four Brothers Gibb and not three. Mysterious, eh? Well any damn fool can Google about the Bee Gees.

No thanks to the wonders of Amazon.com's image scanning technology, the image above is absolute crap. I don't remember it being this orange; yellow is what I remember. And the words being this choppy. Or the red being this... magenta. Yay, for sarcasm.

"First of May" is the first song I ever heard from the Bee Gees. The lyrics just hit me right too. Boy, I must have been a really deep kid at 5. Now that I'm touching thirty... I miss a lot of things. Spare me a twinkling of a moment while I wear my heart on my sleeve. Sadness, joy and memories are all parts of being human I suppose.

When I was small and Christmas trees were tall, we used to love while others used to play...

Just be warned : Don't cut me some compassionate slack and I'll fucking murder your family. Just don't be surprised you'll find yourself eating some funky tasting curry me. It's good to be me.

Another Sidenote : Yay! My cousin's back... Damn, has he missed out on the wonders of Adult Swim.

Ask a Ninja for Myth-Plausibling

2008-04-21T11:34:00.006+08:00

So, ok. First off, I love Mythbusters. (Yes, I have cable TV and just the generic non-digital type. >:p) And second off, I love inanity with ninjas in them! What with the miracle of web videos and all, we have two of my loves all rolled up into one [senseless] thing... Better than a 2-in-1 conditioning shampoo, huh? I'll bet.

Mythbusters rox.
Asking Ninjas sox. Hai-ya!

Re-Mind of Me...

2008-04-17T21:43:00.004+08:00

So,

I was thinking about updating the blog. Question is : what about?

Let's see, how about...

"Things I've been up to since my hernia -- uh, no -- hiatus."
Lost weight. Read books. Lost some more weight (I feel pretty good, actually!). Read more books. Old wardrobe. New wardrobe. Guitar. Windows XP. Old obsessions. New Obsessions. Porn.

Wow. That is a lot of shit to be typing about. Rgh.

ate - for - ate (08/04/08)

2008-04-08T16:52:00.002+08:00

Dear blog,

It's mah first post, yo! No shitz, yo!
Since teh day mah PC's kibbitzed, d'oh.
Leik poetry, no?
Mah fatz pale yella @$$ is back, fo'
Teh fun times, so...

(Sweet, blogger's not being an ass on me this time...)

~Lyne Yeoman

The Eleventh Hour

2007-11-11T23:58:00.000+08:00

* * *
Remember this day.
Remembrance Day.
For the fallen.
* * *

Never imagined actually tapping on my keyboard and then "blogging" something.

Right, let's get down to the funny business, shall we?

So, it's actually worth it to go on a Sunday to look for a hard anodised wok. With bloody grooves too... GAWD! That is so unbelieveable. Well, it doesn't matter now, since we've bought it. That is just... urgh...

Oh, yeah, met another classmate, from the gang of four "Cheena" girls. I'll get smacked in the face for this later. No matter. That makes two-fourths, or 50% of the quartet. Cute.

My feet are killing me. Need to rest. Really.

~ Lyne

All Souled Out

2007-11-02T17:20:00.000+08:00

All Souls' Day. Day of the Dead? Zombies!

I dunno. Been like forever since I last posted. So let's see...

(1) If blogger can actually allow me to post, like say, some time this year? If you are reading this, well good for ~~you~~ me, something still works.

(2) My computer is pooned. Everything that should not go wrong, does. So, if I am offline for far too long between hiatuses (such a word?), then something has gotten FUBAR in an old desktop.

(3) I am a Gym Junkie... which is absolute bullshit. But if you must care, I have gone down some ten kilos. It was a long and hard journey, but I am alive. But I do not have the time to live.

(4) Sean Bean. He rocks my world, along with the rest of my common senses and my hormones. (Damn the female biological clock.) So if I say, I have a man on my mind, know that he is right in my primal procreation priority list. Did I say that out loud?

Lyne is alive, but at the mercy of temperamental technology.

Out.

When I'm actually bothered to...

2007-05-04T23:42:00.000+08:00

"May the 4th be with you."

First entry for the month of May. Hooray.

Funny. This is actually a stupid ritual I do. EVERY YEAR.

Besides that, it's a pretty damn good excuse to blog.

Kill Everyone.

2007-04-20T20:31:00.000+08:00

So I disappeared again for a bit. Got a cold again, you know? And after which I also did some useless thing with Ristar. My last therapy session was over too, yay! Watched the news also, the lonely (not to mention ugly) sod -

That V Tech Killer whopped some serious ass! You know, the least he could have done is kill some of the guys on Singapore's BOB, or at least get rid of some leet smack-talkers. And after his rampage he does the most cowardly thing possible, kill himself. How gay is that? So question is, why do mass murderers always kill themselves?

Hmm, question of the year.

Say, does anyone remember the game where killing everyone in the world in the goal and with just a simple mouse-click? Too bad about having to register, because frankly, I couldn't care for another password in my head. KILL EVERYONE!

Mob Mentality

2007-04-09T23:09:00.000+08:00

Oh, man.

I think there is some real potential in flash mobs. And screw politics! The humour factor is there, provided one (or rather, the masterminds) establishes solid safety rules. And since it is bound to go whizzing by like a "flash", it is meant to be quick comic relief. And last but not least, delight in traipsing between the delicate balance of legality, order and chaos.

Introducing... 100-Persons Crowd Mentality!!!

Where's My Easter Bonnet?

2007-04-08T21:37:00.000+08:00

Happy Easter All!

News has it that various Christian denominations are celebrating the resurrecting of that Jesus-dude, and on the same day? Orthodox too?! Wow! How cool is that?

And you know what I really hate? Completely and/or obviously ignorant people wishing Happy Easter before the day itself. And why do I pick such a qualm about it? The fucking vigil is not over yet, you fucktards. Solemnity should be in order.

Strange, this coming from me since I haven't attended obligatory mass in almost a decade. And that I'm not a religious person. I'm a prissy protocol prick. So bite me, pagan.

Random Silliness

2007-04-06T21:02:00.000+08:00

So, Malaysia kicks up a fuss about the negative feedback on a certain automobile (a.k.a. M's Brainchild). BBC's Top Gear dishes out this harsh little nugget, with not-so-jolly Jeremy Clarkson destroying the little petrol eater. My say? Well...

Mr. Clarkson does a nasty thing to Malaysia's progenitor of the kancil. You mind doing a little research on the effigy-symbolism, ya old fart? Youngsters tend to do that, and you're a little too old for skipping out on the minor technicalities. (Doobie Brothers indeed!)

The Mousedeer or Sang Kancil is the clever animal of the jungle, according to Malayan folklore. Notice I put there Malayan which includes the tiny little country I just so happen to be born in. And, yes, it is a country. Perodua tactics veer towards economizing for the casual driver and not a fugging Supercar driver with an obvious beer belly.

(Petrol is fuckin' expensive, yo.)

And, of course, good old Malaysia loves to kick up a fuss about any damned thing. The patriotic propaganda spread across its lands (and mine, sadly), is very droll. Think of walk-by parades like those in North Korea and you get my drift. So Proton, Perodua and et cetera defines her identity.

How could you take a show like "Top Gear" so seriously? Ask Richard "The Hamster" Hammond himself. Oh, wait, he almost died in that serious car crash, didn't he? What kind of sane person would subject himself to attempt breaking the world record involving a high-speed automotive accident? Seriously now.

Anyone notice how similar the flags of the United States and Malaysia are?

Jeremy Clarkson makes an ugly teapot. Yeugh!

Note #1 : I do not hate Top Gear. Far from it. Captain Slow is the hero of my speed, so there is no need to speed through it all. And Hamster? Well, men who look that good deserve lovely teeth.

Note #2 : My blog commenting on such current things proves that my brain has burned out. Still, it is weird to see one of my "guilty pleasures" (did I say that out loud?) on the front page of Mediacorp's Today newspaper.

*See also http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/6528087.stm

April is Here

2007-04-05T19:56:00.000+08:00

And I am sick. Again.

What is it with me and new months? I hate the fact that on the first of every month in 2007 AD, the Common Cold embraces me in its thick, muscous-laden kind of way. Thank you, Year of the Pig in the 21st century.

So while I sniffle my way through to recovery. Here are my gripes...

> I still don't have an Xbox 360.
> Windows Vista has to wait for me (which leads me to...)
> The Nvidia 8800 is fucking expensive.
> Yes, money is an issue for me.
> A S$30,000 inheritance is too fucking little. (I deserve double that.)
> The world is still gay. And still full of fucktards.
> "Road of the Patriarch" Paperback will be out in... July.

Jesus. And it's Maundy Thursday today. Rgh.

Oh! And Red versus Blue is stopping at 100. Well, I would be inclined to burst into a nostalgic traditional song of farewell, but I am not short of being a heartless prick. Still, four years and a hundred bleedin' episodes is a long way to go. Thank you, Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. You will be missed.

Gay Doesn't Go with Everything

2007-03-24T12:24:00.000+08:00

So, here I was messing about in IGN's pages. Was browsing through something with my beloved Sean Bean in it -- Did I say that out loud? ANYWAY, there was this terribly disturbing image at the bottom of the page. This...

And that is just nothing short of being traumatizing. If you have a mind like mine, that is. Doesn't that look gay to you? In a not-so-complimentary kind of way.

(What's worse is that I actually know the name of one of the WWE fellas.)

Most Cheena of Places

2007-03-15T22:26:00.000+08:00

Jesus, my hundredth post (yay!) and here I can talking about something I don't like. Ah, well, 'tis but a blog, no? And what a way to mark a momentous occasion with one of my signature... gripes.

So, today is Thursday, right? Which means the routine weekly outing. Off to Tampines Central we went. I had lunch at Billy Bombers and tried their ribs. Yum! But the highlight was, of course, their milkshake. Had a taste of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Not quite what I was expecting but there was chocolate enough.

I also had a long, fruitful chat with the Gaming World People. And boy, did I really desire a Nintendo WII badly. Not only that, but there was the usual chat up of games I intended to buy... but in the end, was sold out. Damn you, indecision!!!

So after that brief traversal in the two malls in Tampines, we went off to...

Fu Lo Shou. And, damn, what a very "Chinese" place it was. I spent my time exploring the joint and it stank, seedier than the old Sim Lim Square. (Which, ironically, is but a stone's throw away.)

At least, it satisfied my curiosity of what within the walls. "Nothing but Pagan beliefs mingled with the modernization of Capitalism" as I say. What a disappointment, I guess. Wasn't all what I expected, but that's just me. My expectations were always too high. Yes, I sound arrogant.

Things to learn about the skanky place...
(1)We have to spend 20 cents and then tolerate the smell of cigarette smoke, in order to take a leak. Fucking pissants.

(2)Then, just outside the first floor public toilets, there's an electrical entertainment store selling attachable speakers that you can get for S$10.00 at the incredible price of $22.00. Fucking robbers.

(3)This place is renowned for taking photos of your aura, which is actually an imagery of bio-magnetism from your body. Red means vitality. Green means healing. Blue (or was it purple?) means magic. So not accurately translated but interesting, somewhat.

(4)Forget about making out good English here. Just give it to the toilets overwatcher. And pay 20 cents at that. So if you can't speak a word of Chinese if you have yellow skin, get out while you still can.

(5)Religious artifacts galore! Think of the tourist market for pilgrims en route to Jerusalem during the Crusades and you get the idea.

(6)Buddhist Monks collect fees or alms or whatever. I think it's a conspiracy to earn from their clients, "Protection Money". Talk about a Monastic Mafia.

(7)If you think walking or waiting around in the building while your accompanying friend is having her palm read and fortune told will be rewarding, it isn't. There isn't any public seating. I sat at the stairs -- which is prohibited, by the way -- staring at a box outside a tiny, TINY eatery.

This is Fu Lo Shou Building, honest!

Random Blarghing, er, Blogging

2007-03-14T23:04:00.000+08:00

Oh, and by the way? "Blargh" is what a certain alien says in "Red versus Blue".

Let's see, it's been two weeks since I blogged... Goddamnit! It's not even a real word! And my damned keyboard isn't responding fast enough. Silicone looks better in some tits, I guess. And not some keyboard that's spill-proof and can hardly accept SHIFT key inputs. Well, blame it if some of you are wondering why some of my letters are actually missing from my conversation.

So, news update!

Got John La Carré's first book novel.
Went to a friend's bar.
Went to the IT Show.
Changed mouse and keyboard.
"Road of the Patriarch" costs fifty bucks. (What?!)
Dental Appointment. (Got a fucking filling.)
Second last therapy session. (Social is good.)
Finally got my... Debit Card! (Yay!)
Finished Ten Hammers. (Near impossible.)
Actually wrote an introduction to a story.

And now, I disappear until I can actually think up of something to write.

Biblio-file? Wha-?

2007-03-02T21:32:00.000+08:00

You know the Bible 87%!

Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!

Ultimate Bible Quiz

This is just impossible because I haven't touched my bible in like, uh, eleven years? And I have have not attended church in almost a decade, or more specifically, had communion. Surprised?

Yes, I am a Roman Catholic. Shocking.

Eat this, uck.

2007-02-28T22:02:00.000+08:00

Interesting tidbit. A comment on my previous post...

"Happy New Year... Lunar that is..."
1 Comment - Show Original Post

charcoal said...

>> at least you got the yummy food....... grumble grumble <<
(Thursday, February 22, 2007 9:56:00 PM)

Density aside (^lookity uppity there^), "yummy" food is when you are NOT obliged to eat. Any Tom, Dick and faggot dumbass knows that I can eat myself to death. But, as usual, no one fucking cares, of course. It's called engorging, can you say "engorging", kids?

~ Lyne is still stomach-swooned. So fuck it. ~

Happy New Year... Lunar that is...

2007-02-22T17:41:00.000+08:00

Xin Nian Kuai Le! Gong Xi Fa Cai!
Wan Shi Ru Yi... Nian Nian You Yu...
Da ji Da Li...

And et cetera, et cetera, et cetera and Peter Cetera.

(God, I love my puns.)

Fifth Day of the New Year. Yeah, I'm late, I know. But boy, talk about hangovers. I was actually out of commission for 24 hours. That's twenty-four mind you. Why is the human stomach so weak? It isn't the work of alcohol alone, but the stomach to give you the ever-favourite of the many who have a good time.

Like me. I just ate and ate... and ate. What the hell. It is the Year of the Pig after all! And what better way to have a good time than to eat your troubles away. So, for me, having a good time to eat until I die. Gluttony, baby!

So nothing's fucking changed for me anyway.
Except for the fact that I've been hinted (jokingly) to quickly get married.
Lekas Lekas Kahwin... What?

Have It All

2007-02-16T21:48:00.000+08:00

Saw this on the telly's news...

Havidol ®!!!

So I popped by the site at (where else) http://www.havidol.com/. And I thought I should have it all, took the quiz and who knew that I don't Havidol? Forty Two! Bloody 42!! Won't I ever see the end of this damned number?! Anyway it's just a bunch of hogwash. I mean, come on! Have-it-all? Havidol!

*The image shows a contented guy, some funny pun I picked out on the webby itself. It's called "content_male", but I think it should be "contented_male"

-- begin snippet --
My score :

"ZING SELF ASSESSMENT RESULTS
Your score is 42.

If your score falls between 40-60 you should see your doctor immediately.

If your score is between 30-40 you may be on the brink of succumbing to DSACDAD. Be aware of this possibility and be prepared by discussing your options with your doctor.

If your score falls between 15-30 take a moment to check in with yourself. Determine if you are answering as truthfully as possible. It's okay to need help. And thankfully help is available."
-- end snippet --

Other incessant rants:
Oh, and now, I really can't have it all. My keyboard and my mouse are BOTH down. F-unbelievable. But since I am in a good mood, no swearing from me... so lucky you.

Happy Heart Day

2007-02-14T22:37:00.000+08:00

I <3 some characters.

Now, notice I didn't say "people". That's because, these "characters" aren't real.

Ha! And some of you thought I had a real boyfriend... Please, I don't need one. Besides, I'm committment-phobic and having a steady is like... like... uh, keeping a pet. Especially if the pet produces crap and who has to clean it up? Well, similarities abound I say.

Anyway, poor CD. Lost her cellphone, she did. Now, who exactly would want to steal an ancient relic like a 7260. (Well, compared to my 3200, it is newer. I think.) Still, a greedy bastard is a greedy bastard. And the world's obsession with money has truly manifested itself as one great nega-entity. To be honest, there is no such thing as "evil". That's just an excuse for the actions of some people.

Speaking of spanking new digi-tech-toys, the moment you buy your latest gadget (and then fill out the warranty card), it's already outdated. Don't believe me? See below. In the words of oldversion.com, "Newer isn't always better." And wap-surfing/SMS-ing on your cellphone while your friends are talking is just plain rude. Damn these crazy-fangled inventions for eternity.

Still Down... But No Longer Out.

2007-02-08T21:48:00.000+08:00

Oh. My. God. I have returned!

...yet again from an unexplained hiatus. Yes, try explaining when you've got mucous clogging up your grey matter and phlegm gobbed up in your respiratory system. Which is damned odd, really, why I am so susceptible to a mere cold. Me! A mere cold bringing me down. Sad, isn't it?

However, Lyne isn't giving her 100% and she hasn't got her voice back. No kidding, I completely lost my vocal prowess (eh, really?) on Friday. And now that it's returned, I've lost seven days of February. But my point is... blog update!

I was just checking up on some old bookmarks. Fanfiction.net seems to have found the Taiwan Earthquake quite a hindrance. Speaking of fan fiction, why is it so hard for people to grasp the concept of "it's" and "its"? And grammar, oh lordy, grammar can be so brutally massacred at times, it makes me wonder what is the point of writing in a language you aren't familiar with, at all? Seriously, pretty daft people the world has.

Ooh, aah! And Ubisoft has updated the Assassin's Creed site. I think. I don't know and I don't care! As long as you keep the multimedia coming in! Yummers! Still I think this would be some awesome if it was as real as pseudo-fantasy/Crusades-era would permit in a game. There was a pretty decent genre spawned with Garrett in the Thief series, although American accents aren't exactly the picture of authenticity now, is it?

...What is it with me and hooded ones?

Can you spot the difference, O Brilliant One?
("Assassin's Creed" on the left and "Thief" on the right)

All images and characters belong to their respective owners. If you ask me, however, I would love to own Garrett. And that Assassin's glove.

Therapy Time (and one more too...)

2007-01-30T15:23:00.000+08:00

Let's see what the therapist says about my anger issues...

(1) "High Expectations"
Let's see : Not everyone is a perfectionist and most people couldn't give a damn about their lives, unless they're in the Special Forces or labelled a Type A Personality (I guess). Well, I am hitting Three-Oh in a couple of years, shouldn't I be pushing myself a little harder?

(2) "Laying the Blame on Others"
...which was precisely the point of my outburst. Honestly, if it hadn't been for some people's incompetence, I wouldn't be needing to wait unnecessarily for a [stupidly timed] phone call. 'After lunch', my big fat buttocks.

(3) "Personalizations"
'They're doing it on purpose.' Well, obviously! And with a lame purpose to call "after lunch", meaning that they should make a call at 4:30 pm or after 5:00pm. So they have their lunch at three in the afternoon, then? I'd usually have dinner at four if I was actually on some shift work.

Heh. One resolution was mentioned, and it says "empathy". Seriously? Seriously?! I couldn't care for any more people. And because if I did, I'd go into my über melancholy stage like it was 8 years ago. Yes, I love being in a psych ward. Pfft.

Curiously enough, check these out :
Astrozone's Virgo Archetype says... "(snippet) The need for perfecting everything and everybody causes undue stress, worry and emotional backlashes."

and

Astrology Online Says... "Fussy and a worrier ; Overcritical and harsh ; Perfectionist and conservative"

Wooh. Personally, I am governed by rationale and logic. So astrology is practically insignificant to me but the coincidences are just -- well, you see it for yourself, right? I read somewhere else that there are other signs who are worse off than I am. Oh, I seriously doubt that. Try having a five-day flare up and then we'll call it even. ;)

Recurring Moles

2007-01-29T22:42:00.000+08:00

Having recurring moles... sucks.

I had one of mine removed on Thursday, and it just so happened to lie strategically on a laugh line... What? I am that old, okay? I don't love the skin I'm in, so just too bad. I just let gravity do its work. The only law the people on Earth can never break, duh!

So back to my mole issue, it's no fun having a plaster on the face, and everyone will look at it and ask about it(if they dare). And now that it's drying up, with scab and all, how it itches and the inevitable scratch might just make it all the more worse. And there was no avoiding the abrasive relationship I would have with this healing wound. So it was bad enough that I accidentally scratched off the newly formed scab. Ouch.

And to top it all off, another mole is making a re-appearance.
(which CD pointed it out on Saturday's meetup -- great outing, by the way.)

Now, this other mole near my eye, I loved it once. That is, when it was intact an untouched and unmarred. Now that it has already been surgically removed -- an incision made, of course -- there is a scar. And on that scar, re-emerges remnants of what it once was. Then a promptly [stupid] question came, "Why not keep it?"

Rrgh. When it's already been mutilated. You think I would keep it now?!

This mole near my eye was my favourite, although it would be a lousy way to keep anonymity. However superstition had me removing it. Odd, yes, to the modern mindset. It was believed that a mole near the eye(s) it called a "Teardrop Mark", in other words, a sign of sorrow or misfortune, if you please.

I should think so, considering how many children were given away. All that sorrow of having been discarded just because of a melanin [excess] growth on the wrong parts of your face. Such sorrow indeed.

Birthday #2 and one of those "coughing fits" days.

2007-01-28T22:55:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday, Mumsy.

Again, another discreet salutation. Because being senior just isn't something to scream out to the world and throwing a party to render you broke and powerless against the fact of life.

We had a small affair, with a slice of bacon too!

But just what did we do today? Hmm. I woke up this morning, not too late, not early, and I had Mumsy's Omelette!!! Yummmy... It was her birthday no doubt but I think it is always cheaper to make breakfast rather than buy it. So immediately after breakfast, I got stuck watching HBO and put up with Dwayne Johnson and his soldier lot. "Doom"

Gawd! It's a glorified FPS movie! It was so bad, I actually enjoyed watching it. Especially the First-Person Shooter bits! And after having fun for the past two hours or so, I hammered away at Halo 2, although it had swords instead of chainsaws...

After that, well, it was off to dinner and boy! I love shopping. Got myself (1) CDs of Prince [which I'm listening to write now], Mary J Blige and The Who (2)My Chinese New Year's Apparel (3)Got a Giordano membership for a lifetime this time you befuddled wankers!!! Wasn't that what you guys said the last time about the Silver Key system? My ass.

Whatever, I am in a really good mood. Been so for the past few days, so much so that I forgot to do up my blog. Feel good time? Maybe a feel good blog? Nah, there'd only nine entries in a span of say, 5000 days...

Heh. Just heard...

2007-01-24T23:47:00.000+08:00

Heard there was something on "The Dance Floor".
It ain't blood, it ain't murder, it's...

Halo 2. Really?

Yeah, there's no mistaking it. Viewership figures, from its premiere episode on Channel 5 on 21st/Jan/07 last Sunday, were pretty impressive. Myself included. And what a waste of time. So I spent the rest of mine tweaking my Sims. (As usual.) Although the seniors were pretty cool. Go seniors!

So, they made an ad to thank viewers. At least! The decency of them for having wasted my time. If you heard this sound (386KB, 18 Seconds) -- freakin' awesome eerie if you ask me -- on that ad, then it heralds impending doom on Earth as Covenant Shadows cruise along the highway tunnels heading down to Metropolis. Well, I had fun. Just don't make me go through any of those Jackal sniper-infested levels. Legendary hell, and their looks don't help either. Thank Yous aplenty, Bungie!

Jackals are ~~ugly~~ uglierer!!!

So why use that ominous music for that gratitude trailer? Beats me.

Sims 2 : My Pet Project

2007-01-24T13:59:00.000+08:00

Crystal!!!

Isn't she just adorable?! Here is my favourite brindled boxer but this time in all her Simish glory. Perhaps all you old cronies of mine have heard me talk about her? No? Well, too bad if you can't remember and especially more so if you have never met her.

(I can actually take a proper photo of her. No "devil's eyes"!)

It's mind-boggling what The Sims 2 can bring you, and not just hours of fun that leaves you to neglect your work or waste two days of your life. And now, this... I can have as many boxers as I please, without having to deal with the mess too!

And speaking of mess, there was this IM session I had with a certain someone and she ran off suddenly saying that she had to clean up her pet's poo. Talk about the annoyance of having a real pet.

-- What? I once loved animals. So?

The Sim-sational Weekend

2007-01-22T18:22:00.000+08:00

Okay, so I should be kicked for a pun like that.

-- And I lied. It wasn't as Sim-sational as I put it, rather, I had ~~devoted~~ sacrificed my entire weekend to The Sims 2. Mainly [re-]installing several Gigabytes of everything including projects, neighbourhoods, houses... Who knew being a god was this much work, no wonder why we have the Sabbath. And that explains my innane need for some megalomania. It's fun to have that much control.

Speaking of which, I'd better pop by the chockful of Simmish things at Mod The Sims 2. Because four months of not tweaking with the All-Powerful "boolProp" renders one with a critical case of amnesia. It's a lot to mess around with when you want an entire neighbourhood of your very own Sims. (WARNING : Tweaking for seasoned or advanced players only.)

Yes, me Geek / Nerd. What's wrong with creating your own thing?

See that one above there? I made him myself, huh! Pasty faced too. Hmm, have to change the attire on that Sim, and his hair's too... Huh? Wha? Oh. Hairdos. I also had my hair done today, in case you were wondering. Just why did I so spontaneously agree to accompany Mumsy on a trip to the salon? Maybe it's not so bad tidying up the shag, eh? Although I would like to spend a little less time on my ass. NO WAY am I re-bonding. Not now, not ever.

Console For No Consoles.

2007-01-19T20:27:00.000+08:00

It's 2007 now and... I still haven't got myself a next-gen console. Well, broke I may be, but rich my imagination keeps me... What kind of bullshit was that? I got no dough, so I can only dream. "Wishlist" as they say, so, if I should prioritize :

(1) Xbox 360 (well, duh!)
- Check out those games, and Halo 3, and it's been around for a bit.
(2) Nintendo wii
- Well, what have we here. "DS capability"? Hmm. Anyway, it isn't a ...
(3) PlayStation 3
- Need to sell a kidney for this one, obviously.

As for the latter two options, I don't suppose it's fair to do this but I just had to put up this video URL. I saw this way back when I Googled for -- Anyway, it almost kind of feels like the time when the Playstation people got hurt by the Nintendo boys. Oh, yeah, if you're wondering about the sense of Déja Vu? You'd be geeky enough to know about the Macintosh/Microsoft showdown. Now, if only they'd tidied the Mac guy's scruff.

Nintendo wii versus PlayStation 3

(Man, if I was lesbian, I'd be so turned on by something so cute.)

Hell, I had the cash, I'd get them both! Although, I wouldn't know what I would do with the blu-ray feature exactly. Bah, who cares if I'm broke. Nobody's fuckin' giving me a job. So I gots no money.

Yes, people of the gaming industry weep because I have no stable income thus I cannot spend my precious earned-with-sweat-and-blood money (...Blood Money? Been a while since I played Hitman...). Wanna blame someone for not having another gamer provide your income? Then blame these snub nosed pricks who couldn't give a shit about what they ask for on the classifieds, who are too stingy to offer any sign of a notification or are just too elitist to care. They even sound like some kikes I know from a law school.

So Book Me!!!

2007-01-18T20:58:00.001+08:00

YES!!!

Ran over to my cuz's old place -- finally -- and snatched his book collection... or what was left of it. So now I have his classic "Small Arms" book (I love guns), the F-16 writeup (my eternal favourite), Dragons of Pern series (lots of 'em, wow...) and finally! the, uh, earlier Eddings stuff. Yay!

However...

This book has been declared missing.
(at least in the home collections)

"Why is this book so important?" One may ask. Well, I am an emotional little thing and sentimentality strings along with the roller coaster ride that is my manic mood mayhem.

It is very special in my most treasured of memories, and if you can't understand that, don't worry. Most people are too stupid to understand what having an attachment is (and it's not that thing you find on emails, dumbass). And I can boast a long-term memory, unrivalled in my family. :p

This was one of my favourite stories, outside of the generic fantasy or Tolkien blarghs. Funny thing happened last night, I saw an entry of Bree from CS Lewis' "The Horse and His boy". Ah, my fledgling days in the world of myths and legends.

And the last time I read it was in 1992, I think? So what's it like seeing an old friend? Nostalgisk. Er, Nostalgic. (What was that?! Swedish?)

Oh, yeah, speaking of Swedes. Reason why hadn't I updated yesterday was that I was too shagged out to type anything, after spending hours at IKEA. Damn, so much to do and it's not even February yet...

Rock on...

2007-01-16T23:43:00.000+08:00

Lately, I have been down with a nasty case of the "Classic Rock Virus".

And what exactly do I mean?

AC/DC,
Creedence Clearwater Revival,
Deep Purple,
Jimi Hendrix,
Led Zeppelin,
Pink Floyd,
The Who ... Hoo-ah!

Aw, man. I need to go watch "School of Rock" again. And that chalkboard. OH MY GOD! That damned useful chalkboard. I need to have notes taken from it, provided I can actually see it. Still, mapping like that is just... fuckin' awesome. Wow.

Googled from www.2112.net

Unhealthy therapy?

2007-01-15T23:30:00.000+08:00

As some of you have already heard me constantly rant and rave, I do cook. Amidst doing housework, home repairs, computer tweaking, reading and writing in between. Yes, me, very independent yet emotionally clingy, health watcher yet morbidly obese...

What the hell was all that about?! I'm here to talk about some therapy, man! So as I was saying, I cook and find its therapeutic effect emancipating. Such sensations I could never experience, such lessons I could never (did never, actually) learn, such thoughts I could never conjure up. The weight of having a fine utensil in my hand. Oh, if it were only a nihon to... but I'm not a Samurai nor a kenshi. I just love my new chef's knife! And I present to you my shiny friend's family.

From the Royal VKB Collection...

Aren't they just a sexy bunch? Think of all the slicing, dicing and even DNA splicing it could do! Think of the power a sharp instrument like that commands! And I think it just dawned on me that I've turned into my...Father. Oh. My. God.

Get Your Geek On!

2007-01-14T21:09:00.000+08:00

These are the Dvorak keyboard layouts.

Huh. And just when I thought there was only one, which I figured was a lefty's (see the topmost diagram) heaven sent... which isn't pretty much of use of me, since I use my left hand for all that menial stuff. And breaking people's noses.

Well, believe it or not, this was somewhere deep inside my backup CD-ROMs which I am midway through sorting out. Alphabetizing and updating and -all- that shit. And so ends day five of my data repository rearrangement. Full of junk, an occasional golden nugget here and a chance spotting a random bit of a juicy gossip log there.

Why the hell would I want with a Dvorak? I don't know and I don't care to remember. Whatever it is, I can't pronounce Duh-vor-raak, nor do I have a love for the composer's music (too nostalgic, blech). Of course, the latter's unrelated to computing in the first place.

Next time on the Lyne... The actual mess in my room! Hooray.

Oh. I see. Wait, I don't need to see.

2007-01-13T18:16:00.000+08:00

I read somewhere on the 'net that formalin is used for treatments on warts. And when I think of warts, I think of genital warts... Eew.

Yes, I know : "Lyne the Hygiene Freak"

Oldie adding on.

2007-01-12T19:19:00.000+08:00

Heh, can't believe I've been keeping a regular blog. How...boring.

Woouh. So here I am, going through all my bookmarks*. And a lot of needed updating. I mean -- come on! -- a simple word in the wrong place of the URL and it's a 404 error. Alas, alack, so many of those bookmarks are no more, while others have shifted on to big servers (yay) and the rest... I'm no longer interested in. Surprise, surprise.

Big question of the moment : Why change so much in 6 months? Hmm.

That reminds me, I was wondering why I couldn't read those Japanese pages. After the BIG INSTALL, I kept wondering why the hell I couldn't see my old favourite Jap sites. And the reason? I am running an old Operating System, Windows 98 Second Edition. AND STOP ASKING WHY!!! Vista's coming out later, OK?! So stuff it.

Windows 2000 and XP already have that support in their installation. Does that mean Microsoft only learned to speak beyond Cyrillic after the millennium? Anyway, what I needed was a miracle installation called a Language Pack... which I found after consulting the Mozilla knowledge repository Anyway, here's the URL to several of those East Asian Languages Packs & IMEs.

And now...? "Ta-dah!" Look to the right.

* And if you're wondering what sort of bookmarks I have? Uh, I tell only my friends.

SHLWAPI this.

2007-01-11T16:44:00.000+08:00

Now, ever wondered why I haven't been doing my blog thing for the past 6 months? Ever wondered what the hell I was talking about in a previous post? Well, it's not a dumb fucktard excuse as some of you [wankers] might think.

Here's why.

Big revelation of my life, that is. Now, why do I have this photo? Simple, it's the proof for the local Atari fellas to see. After installing Hitman 2 : Silent Assassin, my OS was wiped out. I have a strong feeling that it had something to do with Microsoft's fucking lame updates. I have never seen so much "KBxxxxx" Clutter actually existing in the control panel option, "Add and Remove Programs".

So there was no way of restoring my OS and even with the immense wealth that is so obviously the Internet, none of those so-called solutions worked. I am resourceful enough I can tell you that much, so don't you be pussy-guessing about what I can't do. There was no other solution... Except to have a lean slate to work on.

The magic command? FORMAT C:

So... Imagine having no major errors in your system since mid-2002. Imagine having to attempt backing up all that data you have come to love as your profile settings. Imagine being midway in backing up your files while the shit hit the drivers. Understand my predicament and stop saying that I just suddenly "went out of the loop".

You fucking solve this and then tell me what's it like to lose contact over the past six months. Asshole.

Birthday #1 and one of "those" days.

2007-01-10T21:42:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday, Da.

So why the need for the discreet? I hate birthdays, that's why.

And in most cases, it's closer to the end. No one gets younger as they say, although I have seen the reversal with Joan Collins. Oh, man... yergh. Outside shows one thing but on the inside? And I even had to watch the Golden Girls today, how depressing.

So, this day was a fricking waste. I had one of my classic temper flare-ups first thing in the morning. My disk defragmentaion took five fucking long hours. And adding to all this shit, a missed morning call from fucking New Era, deciding to call at its own discretion...

The fuckers called yesterday, as they said "after lunch", universal knowledge that is after lunchtime or so... but no! Those retards decided to call at 4+ pm instead. Well what fucked their heads so hard that they don't even know how to read time? Then the next morning, today that is, they called but I was out and my cellphone can't follow me where I go... so fuck their idiocy.

I had to bother a friend -- CD! -- of mine to get those T-bags calling me. Boy, do I regret asking a favour like that of her. There's gotta be something I do for her to make up for those fucktards' stupidity. Oh, and guess what? They haven't called shit since. A birthday that was actually a fucking waste of time. Thank you so much, morons of the world.

Demise of the Ccc...

2007-01-09T23:45:00.000+08:00

Crikey. My Letter C is seeing its last days. But then again, I HOPE not!

Contacts. (Drat! Another letter C.) Most strange indeed having a conversation with a stranger. And not even face-to-face... sounds almost cyber-stalker like. How social we Sims, er, humans are. And forming relationships of all kinds : friends, enemies, acquaintances, another-name-on-the-contact-list, clients, bosses (WTF?!). Relatives aren't counted because they exist whether you like it or not.

And my personal favourite, relationships of the intimate sort. Shame on you if you had something dirty in mind. Although, that naughty bit always puts a damned silly grin on my face. Yes, I admit I can be devilishly "horned".

All you old peeps of mine? STOP looking at me like that! I am human you know. And what do I look for in a significant other? I'll let you decide. Pretty damned obvious and definitely a complement of mine, psychologically and physiologically. No room for lesbians so...ZING!

I just wonder why some human bonds die away like so...

And steam-rolled the other two.

2007-01-08T23:50:00.001+08:00

Come to think of it... what of the other two? Let's see, one's herself and the other one's... half herself. Literally. Either that or there's more of me to go around. I wonder how many servings I would make to feed a Papu New Guinean family...

And I so hate Hannibal Lector... but that is not the point, Godammit!!!

Must have been the blasted books warehouse expo, I kept seeing Thomas Harris every bloody where. (Hey, I got my book at least, WHEE!) Jesus, what the hell do people read, man? Come on! Give me more of that trashy stuff by wannabe fantasy authors from TSR or Wizards of the Coast for that matter.

And now, I steam roll the other two. Man, it's a pain to be so... so... A.D.D.

Well, I gotta go for more of these gatherings. Must be pretty good being a social person. Better write about all those hoo-hah's and what-ho's... in my diary. What? Yes, I do keep a diary. Hell, even my Sims keep diaries. It's called THERAPY. Can you say "therapy", kids? ZING! At least it ain't any of that shit like the show those two cosmetically caked cows have, and who just... aren't my type.

You know, it's pretty hard MSN chatting with so many people at a time...

Just letting off the steam.

2007-01-07T02:30:00.000+08:00

Now that I have too much hot coffee in my system, my headaches are gone. Whee! No, wait, that wasn't what I intended to write. Uh, yeah, I am in an okay mood. The sun was shining, my laundry's done, my room is... still my room and I have the coolest MP3s in my collection --

But, no, another interruptus. What, now? Ah, yes, a though bubble plops into the posterior lobes of my most complex organ. A certain revelation has been made to me, and I am most certainly not relishing in having my skin crawl.

Almost feels like letting my Pops hear the Stylistics.

...With the intensity multiplied to that of 500. I have been told about a certain character whose obvious infidelity and non-existent integrity (God, those words don't quite go together.) has upset the balance in a certain someone's life. And that someone has actually set foot in my haus. A male maggot who was disgustingly disgusting. Urgh.

(If I'd used more colourful adjectives, I'd insult the dictionary.)

Several years ago, I did threaten the pseudo-schlong, part-jokingly that he'd better not hurt his woman. Now I am not saying this as his possession but as an entrusted duty to take care. And I say partially because I am über serious and a viciously unforgiving lamprey. I just hope the law would be on my side when I am given the chance to actually mangle someone's face, or at least test out my 1337 skills in smashing things. If all else fails...

TEH B45T4RD MU5T D1E!!!111ONE1ONE11!! B4D JUJU 0N J00.

Oh, w00t, w00t.

(It's been ages since I spoke LEET. Man, sure as hell fun.)

Thingses did.

2007-01-05T22:58:00.000+08:00

I hate writing so I type.

(Besides, I type faster than I write.)

I went to the doctor today and discovered the source of these headaches of mine. "Poor posture effect. Lack of circulation -- being three weeks down -- and dehydration". In short, I haven't been drinking enough. I just hope I don't start throwing up again. Oh, how I love to vomit 13 times a day.

Gave me Mumsy a present, something about a lady of perpetual sorrow or something. Anyway, I loves playing with the damned Irda dongle. Check out my phone and be bloody amazed... AMR conversions suck though so no-no. Dongle!

Went to IKEA, dragging along Pops, whom I had assumed had come but was there for the first time. So many cool things, and even cooler ideas, but so little time. Bowls couldn't come any rounder, boxes couldn't be sold out at a better time, CD boxes are still waiting for me and I need to do something. Anything...

Therapy sessions at an end : either subsidized or private, follow her or get a new therapist. I wants to be discharged and then slowly lay down, roll over and then die. Simple as Mac and Cheese. If me wants to go on, me's just earn some dough and get on with me goddammned life.

So what can I do with my fucked up time? Lists coming the way...

Dungeons of my machinations.

2007-01-03T23:28:00.000+08:00

The third day of the year.

Curious, I wonder why the government system makes children born on this day miss a school year. Oddities aside, I miss school and of not having to make the choices in your life. And then speaking of which, I'll be meeting up with some ex-classmates. Can't say I look forward to this. What with the sudden re-emergence of a hermit.

"I'm just artificial flavouring, no pretenses about that."

Oh, the irony of having said that. Oxymoron. Huh.

If truths be told, I can't pretend about myself. No use being nice, when I am not. Niceness isn't a strength, and in any case, it is always a backfiring compromise to the wickedness of all that is. Yes, everything is fucked up.

Like the trappings of mortal existence and why exactly do we have sentience? What kind of sick joke is evolution? And why don't brains have pain receptors. Would have been so much easier, then I wouldn't have to think so much. Brians taste awful, so I must be a zombie to like one. Thank God I don't ever ingest pig's brains or pigs named Brian.

...

Why have I been imprisoned in the cells of my own imaginings for so long? The mastery of a storyteller's weavings, a dungeonmaster. Perhaps for twenty-four months the bonds of denial are manifesting themselves as self-detrimental somethings. Where exactly did all this come from, and where will it go?

What the fuck is all this shit?

The blinkin' turd, I mean, Third!

2007-01-03T03:02:00.000+08:00

Ah, the New Year...

Not that it is of great significance other than a change of Gregorian calendars. Speaking of which I have to change mine. Nothing against a cousin of mine, but I just couldn't wait to get rid of this ultra cute thing I've been seeing for 52 weeks. Yech.

Intro! Yes, I am the Lyne and I am back. For how long more? Who can say... except my dear friend Mister Zopiclone of course. It has been almost five months since I last blogged. Don't know if that is a good thing or not. No drastic changes from the last anyone as heard from me. Oh, and I still swear a lot, so I should forget about including that as a resolution.

Now, what called for the hiatus? Simple...
(I have a chronic thing for damned prioritized lists)

1. I just wasn't in the mood.
Still am though, so don't think a bad mood is something to be taken lightly in my case. You can check my lousy bill (not to mention, bill$) of mental health with the hospital... that's only a couple of blocks away from my home. No wonder why I loves going to a sickhouse. Tch.

2. My computer is back on line! And fuckin' hard work brought it back.
It was in the wee hours of September 16th, 2006. And after I installed Hitman : Silent Assassin, I bade goodbye to my hard disks and my sanity. How my SHLWAPI.DLL got all fucked up like those five whores, who knows. Oh, Atari how could you? I don't hate Mr. 47 but I'm terrified of him as Hitman 2. When will I see the man in glorious PC 3D again?

3. New hobbies.
And one of them includes putting on weight. Come on! I live to be gluttonous. And to cook. Yes, I like cooking and if you look at me funny just because I said that, I'll stick my brand new knife into your eyeball. Yum. Vitreous Humour.

4. I found a new boyfriend.
Fucked I be if he was real though. And also, I gots me some new books. Yes, I am a horny bibliophile too. Sad person I am, so many problems, so little mental prowess.

5. ...
I dunno. I just liked seeing my list hit the number five.

And if ye wants to be making contact with me, do so. I couldn't possibly care more in my current state. But if you are a certain married bint now residing in Melbourne you can rot in hell for all my empathy's worth.

My, aren't we social creatures? How that pretty much makes me a... Sim.

Ghost of me...

2006-07-14T22:26:00.000+08:00

ooh, just watching da "ghost whisperer" or something. it's kinda fake... seeing how ghosts can remain as they were in people form, not dirtied, not broken, not decapitated, not disembowelled. and jenny love hewitt? her make-up is over done and oh-so-fake.

heh, typing with two fingers. oh! that cute lady from providence, paula cale?

words of wisdom : doctor has bedside manners like a skunk, it pretty much stinks.

I am still alive.

2006-07-08T20:57:00.000+08:00

Relax, humankind. I am not hell-bent on world dictatorship. Please, hear me out. Especially those of you who were so concerned for my well-being (i.e. nobody) ...

I am still alive.
(But the coughin' ain't stoppin'.)

A month ago, probably a couple of days after my last post, it was füßball season. And it was also flu season. Hooray for that. I was bedridden / housebound / far-too-close-too-dying. I have to admit it was one of the most harrowing episodes of influenza I have had in a while. My fever refused to go away for a bit too.

And to think the flu started off innocently as a hint of hay fever.

Now? I have bronchitis, and my lovely ENT system has decided to cough my lungs out to see if my my urethral sphincter can handle this extra pressure. Tough. You know, if I have SARS I would probably be the first to die and last person person to infect someone else. This is my hermitage after all.

Will type again and correspond with people and get things back on schedule, once this spasmic coughing fit stops interfering with my typing. Damn, I can't even play my new games... Yeah, and if you think of getting me on my cellphone/handphone? Forget it, my voice is gone. Yay.

Bis später.

World Cup!

2006-06-09T21:29:00.000+08:00

Yay. Now all I have to do is work doubly hard while the men are incapacitated from the fußball... Oi. And also work as an alarm clock since I can't quite go to sleep that easy. Sweet. Now there's putting insomnia to go work.

Oh, man. And Cisse had to have his leg broken. Ouch.

Speaking of World Cup Widows (ie. the abandoned significant others), I sort of understand why they were left in the first place. I don't know if some of my friends recall this, but whenever there are major rugger events -- like the World Rugby Cup? -- THEY HAD BETTER LEAVE ME ALONE. I mean it.

What can I say? It's my fix. And if you think I am going to feel sorry for you lot? Dream on. Go do something else, like browsing through the Great Singapore Sale. Oh. My. God. GSS!!! All right, people. Now you know why I am exhibiting ADD. So leave me alone. July is the best time to bother me again.

* * *

Adidas Jose + 10 TV Advertisement
A pseudo-related (pseudo-related?) nugget : There is this telly ad going on the airwaves and it took me the third time to realize who was the feature in this ad. Set probably in the ghettos of developing Latin America, two boys are having a game of football (soccer to those bloody Yanks). So they call out names of their team members who are players like Cisse, Kahn, Kaka, Zidane. Wooh! Sure is cool to have all of them on your side... and some...

My favourite part?
Smaller Boy - Jose
"Beckenbauer!"
Larger Boy - Challenger
"Beckenbauer? Ha! Ha! Ha--?"
The man himself sporting his German football jersey walks up and joins his team.

Wow. That was just so cool.

2006-05-30T20:44:00.000+08:00

Ahem!

J to Y = German = Deutsch = Dutch = East Indies = Indonesia = Yogyakarta = Jogjakarta

Pretty damned bizarre hearing Bahasa ending up as "Jog Jarkarta".

Like some fitness campaign.

Hah.

I speak lots... till I can't sleep.

2006-05-24T02:11:00.001+08:00

Big deal. Many people can speak more languages than I can.

So here I am, at 2 a.m., trying to sleep but just couldn't resist playing with the PC. (Dumbass.) And right now, all I can think about is what a classmate of mine said...

"So you're a Baba?!"

Urgh. I know it's just small talk and she's a friendly, bubbly personality who lives a couple of blocks away from me. (I still can't believe it. What are the chances?) Anyway, I hate being called a "Baba" because...
(1) I am not one, but grew up Peranakan style.
(What a headache that is.)
(2) My name is not Ali Baba and I want nothing to do with 40 thieves.
(Except kill them.)
(3) I do speak English, Malay, Chinese (& some Hokkien/Teochew), some Japanese, some German, and a few phrases in Spanish and Thai.
(So my brain makes no bloody sense whatsoever.)
(4) I may be an only child but STOP SAYING THAT I AM SPOILT!!! I always wanted to tear off the head of whomever says that. And if I did, I would get messy with blood all over my clothing. (Uh, ignore the fourth bit. What - was - that...?)

Yeah. Yeah! Screw you! Whatever! I'm going to bed.

Zoolander!

2006-05-22T19:46:00.000+08:00

Sashay? What the fuck is a sashay?
I saw a writeup on the local schmut -- eh, news media during the weekend and I have to say this is most surprising. Yeah, right. I wonder how the hell it slipped past the censorship board of Sporeasia is beyond me. Here comes Zoolander : The DVD.

Now, the movie itself, in all its former big screen glory, was actually screened in Singapore for a fortnight. And then, some goody-assed people must have spoken up to the censors about the plot... Which would be offensive (really?) to the neighbour. So all cineplexes scrapped the film.

Damnable them and I didn't get a chance to watch it. By the time I did catch wind of it -- and when it was on off-peak ticketing price day -- the theatres took the thing off. Oh, lah-fucking-dee-dah.

Come on! What is so offensive about assassinating a fictional Malasyian president who is against child labour? Seriously! No thanks to a then grating Buttock Matahir -- giving him a meaner name would insult the insult -- who had a donkey's sense of humour.

If there really was a president, then there wouldn't be a Monarchy would there? Agong dan Puteri pergi mana ni? And it is sad Sporeland has to be named a republic. It's not like everyone adores the queen or something either. A fucking republic. (A what?) And an impregnable fortress of Malaya was knocked up pretty well too...

Retro Gaming

2006-05-20T00:36:00.000+08:00

Oh, man. Yahoo!'s video search generated this nugget of a video clip.

A Super Mario Bros. Race!!!
I'll have to admit, this is probably the best answer to my years of pining for the oldies but goodies. And I couldn't stop laughing throughout the whole thing (while watching "American Graffiti" on the telly). It is good fun, I tell you! For all you NES buffs and romanticists, go see it. Warning : It's a pretty large download.

http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2707027

Courtesy Spoiler Warning.
If you haven't studied the game's intricacies, or even finished it, don't see it. But if you want to ruin the fun for youself, or just needed a reminder on how to finish the last stage, go on ahead.

I spoil myself...

2006-05-17T20:28:00.000+08:00

Super Mario Brothers 3

Look, what I got! No more throwing a tantrum at my dinosaur console. No more frustration from the hours long gaming only to have the dreaded "black screen freeze". And since Super Mario Bros. 3 (Whee! Can't believe I have it!) is on the Game Boy Advance, I can save it.

So I am a sad, sad person. Still living in the latter recesses of the yester-world. I mean, I still cling on to my NES (Nintendo Entertainment System, kids.), and its big black packaging, and the only pirated cartridge of the aforementioned title, and its wild card adapter...

Kudos to the fellow at Gaming World in Tampines Mall. I loves you, my man. A chum I need in sharing my gaming woes, whims and all the other things.

E3 ... L3 ... M3!!!

2006-05-16T18:06:00.000+08:00

Assassin's Creed :: Rainbow Six Vegas :: Splinter Cell Double Agent

E3. Electronic Entertainment Expo. Three most important words beginning with the letter "E" in any comprehensive dictionary. At least, to the game & tech buff. Seriously, it is one of my life's dreams to go there. With Japan's Tech Fest (whatever the name is) being a close second. Along with getting very drunk in Oktoberfest, being buffeted by carotene in La Tomatina and if I will have enough money, doing some major plastic surgery everywhere.

But it will never be accomplished. C'est la vie.

Damn. Damn. Damn. I need to go rob a bank or something.

To all Mothers... who actually deserve it.

2006-05-14T17:35:00.000+08:00

Happy Mother's Day !!!

Okay, I have to run. Got my own Mummy to see to. Wouldn't it be cool if I had one of those "Mum" tattoos? With heart and dagger included, of course. Yeah, she'd be real proud of me...

Who the fuck is that?

2006-05-13T01:32:00.000+08:00

Great, from one weirdo to the next.

Here I post something a random musing from a befuddled Friday and this nutjob posts stupid smileys for comments. See for yourself. ":) O! O!" What the fuck is that supposed to mean? If you got something to say, SAY IT. Don't be posting cryptograms and all that shit.

Some say this thing is benign, but I think it is simply a megalomaniacal ruse. That blogger profile has been viewed 7300 times and more, a cult that had me duped for just fifteen seconds. So I will not type that stupid string of numbers that is the identity of that smart bot. While there are claims of this bot-thing being their angel, I longer need one. You want to fucking play Mother Teresa? Go do it elsewhere and just leave me the fuck alone. I don't need a pussy of a charity.

..And! Hypocrites should all burn in the freezing depths of hell, that way it will lead to a slow and painfully eternal death. So, hah!

Frankly speaking.

2006-05-12T18:33:00.000+08:00

Now there was this person who said these flowery and obviously shallow things, after reading one of my entries. I'm not saying thank you because she visited, but thanks to her for proving my theories correct.

(1) Ugliness is. Ordinary people are just too stupid to understand this.
[snip] trekkie: Why don't you get a makeover?
[snip] trekkie: And work out a bit
[snip] trekkie: Lucky I didn't grow fat
[snip] trekkie: and my friends say [I'm] cute
[snip] trekkie: thin

Now my blog says, "confessions of a big, fat, ugly person" and etc. Right? Now this aforementioned person privately messaged me that everyone is beautiful in his or her own way. Tch. Yeah, right. Easy to say that, dumbass. You HAVE been called cute. What about those who never have that privilege? And she calls me "alright". Wow, ego booster there. Yes, my heart goes out to those to who appeared in that local newspaper article years ago. Let us all be ugly together.

Satori time - I am fat because I am depressed, and I am depressed because I am fat. So why aren't you, kid? This is so unfair. I just don't understand how thin, "cute" and college going kids can be depressed.

(2) I always seem to attract Indians who are always full of themselves.
[snip] trekkie: they like me because I am very funny
[snip] trekkie: I have nicknames
trekkie: genius
trekkie: scientist
trekkie: and the like
[snip] Me: what's your worst nickname?
trekkie: none?

Thanks to a cousin, Jaded Forest, who often gives me the heads up with this strange phenomenon. I don't know, what is it with India and Singapore? Can't they go check out people from elsewhere? Now she says she's depressed, how the fuck can you be depressed with those nicknames? All I ever got were really degrading nicknames that had something to do with my appearance and various slang for female genatalia, which is why I practically hate everyone.

[snip] trekkie: I am suicidal
So am I, big deal. Every teenager is and finds it a cool trend being that. I was, still am and always will be, but does that solve anything? No. Even then, it is a crime to commit suicide where I come from and how you arrest the corpse is beyond me. Jail time for attempted suicide only pushes on the desire to be dead, a crminal record gets you nowhere on the tiny little island nation. Besides suicide is only a means to call out for attention. Me? I just want to stop caring and being compassionate, and then take the easy out of my problems. Who wouldn't?

(3) Singapore is a lovely place.
And it sure is. Strong infrastructure, corruption free, poverty managed. But how did it get there? Competitive structuring. Let's dish out a sweet example, we are sorted out into our appropriate classes via an academic peformance exams. The stigma stays, the students are demotivated for the rest of their academic lives, end of case. Yes, thank you, lovely Singapore education system.

Gawd, I really, really, really, REALLY hate my luck.

Happy Vesak Day. Whatever.

2006-05-12T16:11:00.000+08:00

Meh, I woke up really late today. Why? I ...don't know actually.

Anyway, while I had breakfast this ~~morning~~ afternoon , I turned on to Nickelodeon and there was Spongebob gaggling away. Then something totally unexpected comes up. My Da suddenly quips, "He's one of my favourite cartoons."

...

Holy cow. I guess we all need a little Spongebob, whether you're 16 or 60.

The living embodiment of all my nightmares. [insert goofy laughter] Another good reason to fear a sponge, regardless of whether its a spongebath from a hot male nurse or washing the dishes with the best Scotchgard^TM can offer. Oi.

My sad -- SDA Pun

2006-05-10T22:25:00.000+08:00

Fwah. The heat is frickin' killing me. Well, you know what they say about the weather, "When it's May, it's not even June yet." ...And even as I've just made that up, it won't help me think cool thoughts. And they bloody have X'mas in July down under.

Whatever, heat aside, I am HAPPY!!! You know why? My MP3 player is playing right again!!! YAY!!! Not even a dollar spent. Apparently, it had to do with a firmware update. Thanks to Bee Hoon -- eh? No! Meng Choon of Creative, I am in the mood for silly stuff.

My supposed SDA Banner for Mr. Chiam See Tong - "My Chiam-pion". Wah! I damn good, man. ;) *rofl*

A session I sort of liked.

2006-05-09T18:49:00.000+08:00

Ooh, my next appointment is on 06.06.06.

(OG, OG, OG? OG = shopping = new clothes = weight loss -- uh, wrong blog.)

Psycho session today. I had a good idea on what to do next with my life. Sort of. Who knew how messed up my life has become over the years of depression, avoidance, anger, hatred, sorrow, disappointment and apathy.

It always is hard to get started, but when the gear gets going, the sprocket keeps on spinning. Until it spins to a stop, tired, exhausted, fatigued. And I might have determined why exactly I cannot pick myself, like a spent draught animal after a long haul. The emotional balance is one thing but the truth is, the world I live in is also in need of desperate change. Day in, day out, the monotony, the routine. Has. To. Go.

I am dying, and my spirit along with it. Sunshine is what I need. Yes.

How the fuck was I so disciplined in my heyday? No wonder I am so uptight.

A [real] Medical Check Up

2006-05-08T12:17:00.000+08:00

So I met my endocrinologist this morning. 9:10 fucking-in-the-a.m., I might add. It's not normal, I tell you!

Seems like a nice fella, way so serious too. I like his assisting nurse, she is so pleasant. Anyway, it is a good idea to be tying up his consultation with my Sports Medicine consultation. Now, what was the name of that Doctor over there. Damn, I can't remember.

Anyway, just when I thought the doctor couldn't possibly get more serious. I was about to have a physical examination, when he then turns to the nurse and asks, "Could you hand me my stethoscope, please?" The nurse and I exchange looks, it was a classic moment immortalized. She then politely indicates to the instrument hanging around the good doctor's neck. "You have it there," she points out. "Oh, yah." The doctor almost sheepishly replies, and then resumes to check me up (even depressing my ankles and checking for the usual signs of diabetes).

Thus was born the perfect moment of comedy. Serious people are fun to be with.

Okay, then comes having my blood test. You wouldn't believe who I was sitting with at the waiting area. Former Speaker of Parliament, Doctor Tan Soo Khoon and my former place of residence's Member of Parliament, Teo Chong Tee. Yeah, I guess no one would believe me. They must have been there for the routine seniors checkup. Too bad I didn't bring my cellphone or camera for a shot of two old men chatting away. I just didn't like the fact that Dr. Tan kept staring at me. What? Young people -- like yours truly -- do have health issues, you know. Either that or I could throw in a little narcissism...

Teo Chong Tee was Changi's MP over a decade ago, and I lived in that area till I was 14. (The Amazing Race 3 goofed it up and called it 'Changai'.) And now he sports a George Hamilton tan. (O.o) Dr. Tan Soo Khoon looks smaller than he actually does when portayed on various media forms. But his head is just as shiny. (Ooh!)

Serendipity rocks.

The results are in...

2006-05-07T21:30:00.000+08:00

The results are in--dubitably predictable I say.

But Teochew pride rules. Woo hoo! Uh, yeah, whatever. I couldn't care. There was this write-up in a local newspaper, saying that the residents of the contested single member constituency of Hougang mustered their courage to vote for the opposition.

Brave enough to make a choice, they say. But these good people know that money will not buy their hearts. Go them! Low Thia Khiang -- there are just too many family friends named "Low" from my Teochew side, ugh! -- has enough charisma to put fresh-faced, fledgling politicans to shame. Gawd! Even my Da calls Low his "Action Hero" (optional dialect accent included).

At least I could trust Mister Low. His predecessor, JB Jeyaretnam, had far too much facial hair for me to, well, like. He looked strikingly similar to an Abe Lincoln (with a mutton chops overdose) sporting a trishaw driver's attire*, while he chanted "The Hammer!"** in his heydays of manifesto distribution in Bedok's Markets...

Ah, I miss the glory days.

Oh, and PAP dominated -- er, I mean, uh -- got my estate. East Coast? Oh, please. Seriously, my place has everything except a public swimming pool and a public library. We have a hospital here (beat that!) in this charming little estate named after the Four Beauties of Chinese Legend, which has absolutely no relevance whatsoever to the country in the first place. I think my tiny estate should be a constituency on its own. Small but has [almost] everything. :p

* Geez! What a weird visualization. (shudders)
** Ah hah! I was right! The Workers' Party hammer symbol is called a ball-peen hammer.

First vote.

2006-05-06T19:51:00.000+08:00

I voted for the first time, not that it was all that much of a democratic move. And my vote being secret? Pah! Utter bullshit. These pathetic partitioned tables were all that offered such privacy and there were people walking behind me while I notched my candidates of choice.

Rather questionable this supposed [daft] professionalism. First World government with Third World practices. And since it was my national obligation, I shall tell who I voted for... Yes, I voted for a PAP smear...but it is funny since I never had any sexual contact. Oh, shit. Physical sexual contact.

All in all, what a farce really.

Looking at myself...

2006-05-05T23:34:00.000+08:00

I was looking at pictures of myself stored somewhere deep in my hard disk, and they were undoubtedly taking up too much space. Oh, man... I am really that ugly looking and it is nothing short of a miracle that I can live with myself. Yes, ugliness isn't skin deep either. And how is it that people can't live without mirrors?

Tom Cruise sure knows how to suck it in and look pretty for his fans --

Me? I'm not one of them.

04...05...06

2006-05-04T02:00:00.000+08:00

Aw, cool. Lookit those figures! And guess what...?

May the 4^th be with you...

On a more sombre note :
I unleashed my fury in confidence,
In words steeped in hatred.
A friend looked at me aghast,
Surprised by what I had said.
Which does leave me to admitting,
That my heart is almost dead.

Thank you, dearest angel. You know who you are.

Fatigued

2006-05-02T14:44:00.000+08:00

I have been feeling so tired for far too long. Something just doesn't feel right.

* You have ongoing, unexplained weakness or fatigue, especially if accompanied by fever or unintentional weight loss.
Yeah. But isn't unintentional weight loss good? I mean the world loves skinny people.

* You have constipation, dry skin, weight gain, or intolerance to cold.
First and last don't apply.

* You wake up and fall back to sleep multiple times through the night.
And I wonder why the hell so.

* You have headaches.
Yep. Nasty ones too. The eyeball-popper is back too.

* You are taking any medications, prescription or non-prescription, or using drugs that may cause fatigue or drowsiness.
It's for sleeping (duh)... and panic attacks.

* You feel sad or depressed.
Gee. You think?

* You have insomnia.
Wow. Really. Didn't think anyone would notice my dark eye circles.

(source - http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/003088.htm)
...

And now for some digressing, won't you look at that?

Michael Ironside -- the voice of Sam Fisher, of course -- appears in Desperate Housewives, his second appearance was screened last night. And when I did realize it was him, his character died. And oh-so-tragically I might add. He had to step onto the rotten stairway, which was being nibbled away by termites, while holding handgun without safe-ing it. He fell through and his finger pulled the trigger. I mean, uh, what a way to go.

Labouring Day

2006-05-01T21:31:00.000+08:00

S'up? I actually had a whole bunch of stuff done. Unfortunately, that didn't include the 6^th item on my list in my previous post.

ANYWAY, I guess it would be fun poking about in the cyberspace life...

Hint : Yeoman *cough* Lyn3

'Ort! 'Ort! 'Ort!

2006-04-30T18:05:00.000+08:00

I can't wait to start killing people again.

Man, it's really weird saying that out loud. Anyway, it is the end of April -- mua-ha-ha-ha, sounds like I killed her -- and the games are shipping in. At least, according to me since I haven't been out of the house to have a good time. No thanks to a certain someone.

Things to do in May...
(1) Go to Suntec and Marina square.
(2) Go to Kinokuniya and buy stuff like Druden, Pons, Themen, etc.
(3) Go eat dim sum or dine at Billy bombers, or both!
(4) Eat myself to death. (In progress)
(5) Meet the dermatologist, psychologist and endocrinologist and then...
(6) Think up of other interesting ways to commit suicide.
(7) Rent some good movies.
(8) Write that creepy occult story I ended up having.
(9) Remember that I'm now twenty-ish. Fuck that.
(10) Try dying from fatigue.

Yep, that about sums up my life. Lah-dee-fucking-dah.

My First General Elections...

2006-04-20T17:07:00.001+08:00

50^th post! (God. Sounds RvB spammish there.)

6th May 2006, Saturday
Lo! the dreadful date. Big deal.
Fucking who-who's General Elections.

2006-04-19T17:30:00.000+08:00

Blogger's been such a cockbite.
Again.
Hurrah.
I better do the Michael Yon thing and hope on over to greener pastures.
Shit.
Can't believe forgot what I wanted to yammer about.
Thank you ~~Blogger~~ Blugger.

Oh, lookie!

2006-04-17T22:30:00.000+08:00

Isn't this just adorable?! Aw...
(original URL - http://lucasbfr.free.fr/luk/cafzone/lapin.jpg)

Found it while I was surfing for gay porn last night -- yeah, right -- venting out my frustrations of the modern male inadequacies in the society I live in. So inadequate that a local opposition Member of Parliament was accused of surfing for porn. So this I assume is *yawn* the generic stuff : Local guys must love naked chicks playing and gang bangs and cock in cunts et cetera.

So what is the big deal about porn actually. Singapore isn't a predominantly Muslim or Catholic Society, conservatism isn't exactly what I see on the streets and everyone has sex on their minds all the time. (Buddhism is mangled to beyond recognition.) Why still the ban? I have no idea...

Unless of course the female population is still ignorant of what the Women's Charter is, then, oh boy. We still have a long way to go before a whiff of an abolishment can be caught.

Whatever. I still can't find great Tyrael art. Rgh!

ia ... Cth-- Cthu-- what?

2006-04-15T21:31:00.000+08:00

Squiggles

Now, this is a picture of one of my avatars. Not the best shot, I know, but! He sure is a damned cute thing, isn't he? Look at that cuddly little octopus, tentacles, bulging head, bulbous eyes and if do I allow you to touch him, he jiggles really cute too. ^_^

... Which had me realizing that I have a Cthulhoid fetish. And I like it!

2006-04-13T11:59:00.000+08:00

Good riddance to a shallow person.

Seriously, after all these years. And she still doesn't get it. Well, what do you expect? She is as typical a Singaporean one can find and only understands being a friend only in context. She is married and has a husband to bang her up -- Big deal. Fucking dumb bitch ran away to Australia too. And she's so fucking poor too. So much for breaking a meme trend.

For the decades of supposed "friendship" we had, the greatest betrayal is not knowing what friendship is. What a betrayal. I guess she deserves all that crap since there is no point defending for someone who doesn't appreciate it. Revenge is so absolutely sweet.

2006-04-12T23:03:00.000+08:00

GRAW... GRAW... GRAW...

Woo-Hoo! Malaysia's scrapping the fugly -- I mean it, THAT thing is fucking ugly -- bridge. Seriously, this isn't bending it like Beckham and it does no good having curves like that in this case. Come on! You'll need extra resources for dangerous curvature like that, not to mention the wastefulness out of such a "project". And a bridge that temporarily parts to allow maritime passage? And how the hell is the water supply going to come through? I thought Malaysia wanted money. So much for economics. And this is the end of an annoying straits chapter. That was really gay.

Now, back to what I want.

GRAW... GRAW... (and maybe Black) GRAW...

Lagging Own-age or Owning Lag-gage

2006-04-11T03:18:00.000+08:00

(Image pulled off http://www.starcraft.org/)

Heh. Reminded me so much of the time there was this Free-for-All on a late Saturday afternoon. XBL is no fun at all during a lag, espcially when spartans started popping all over Ascension... uh, I'm talking about Halo 2.

God, then there this other time when it was Red versus Pink on Midship. Trust me, there was no end to hearing the announcer going "Betrayal" and apologies issued thereafter -- Whose bright idea was it anyway?

Cocked my head.

2006-04-08T22:13:00.000+08:00

(And that sounded wonderfully vulgar. Sweet!)

Argh! Stupid Blogger's a real dick. Why does it always have to be this slow. I guess maybe I hate logging on to this channel. Correction -- Blogspot is a real cockbite.

Check out the news on Rooster Teeth's RvB. Says here that a kid wore this T-shirt printed with a simple "Cockbite" -- a word most fondly associated with the RT gang -- and then some humourless teacher reported this as school misconduct. Honestly! That is just so lame... Which brings me to Asian expletives, which are a whole lot insulting but no one gives a fuck about that.

Me? I wore a school uniform, so what else is there to wear except the same thing day in, day out? Kind of easy on measuring up to the style factor, unless you're stuck in a school with a not-so-neat-looking uniform or a body shape that doesn't suit the dumbassed cutting like box-fucking-pleats. Girls always have it bad. Tough luck, huh.

And the neat thing is... I completely forgot what I wanted to put down here in the first place. Fuck.

Quick Deutsche Nooto

2006-04-08T00:34:00.000+08:00

Nooto? Got pretty mixed up there. Uh, what was I gonna write? Oh, yeah --

Earlier this week, I bit my tongue. No shit, and it really did bleed and all. Kinda of strange swallowing my own blood while ingesting a lovely lunch. And just which Goddamned day was that? Ugh, can't remember. So anyway, it still bloody hurts!

And why, you ask, after so many days that delicate mouthpiece (Heh-heh. Good one.) still does? I had to pronounce a nice little word in German : Spricht.

Ow.

I just can't remember what day was it when I bit my tongue. Damn, I need sleep.

2006-04-06T20:19:00.000+08:00

Seriously, what is the point of having emails from "overseas friends" when they don't bother telling you anything at all? Think you're so high and mighty, don't you? Yeah, you're busy. So what? Even a Japanese teacher juggling 2 to 3 jobs writes more decently than a lousy English speaking Aussie-wannabe.

With friends like this, no wonder I'm on meds. And to clear things up, one actually did send me to the psych ward. Fancy that. Who fucking needs "friends" in this case?

Halo there!

2006-04-05T23:40:00.000+08:00

Looking forward to... #1

Halo Graphic Novel aka HGN
Pretty...

Looking forward to... #2
Halo 2 Original Soundtrack Volume 2
Yeah, figured Marty's opus wasn't out yet.

2006-04-05T22:23:00.000+08:00

I really, really, really hate sorting out my hard drive data... and then backing them all up afterwards (duh). No surprise that OCD is alive and kicking in me. Wonder why I keeop downloading stuff and then realize -- much to my displeasure -- that I have several duplicates residing within. Ugh.

Speaking of alive and kicking, does it mean Tucker had an alien baby? Sounds absolutely adorable. "Honk! Honk! Honk!" And O'Malley is in Sarge? Jesus, of all the people. Sarge. Can't wait for the next season of Red Versus Blue. Meh, I'll hype about it later.

Oh, look. Channel 5 really has run out of shows to broadcast. They're showing the lovely Victoria's Secret show. Again. Like I care. Seriously, what's the point of wearing undies the price of a monthly tuition fee when no one would see it?

What stupid man would care looking at almost naked women with bits of fabric/odd materials hiding their naughty parts? Either show them fully naked or wearing an awesome clothing line, man. Me? I'd like my share of... er, naked men, thank you. For all those who assumed I am a lesbian, guess I'll have to disappoint you miserable lot. Turns out I am as heterosexual as they get. So go gossip about someone else.

Yay, procrastinating rulez... Back to work. Uagh.

I had a panic attack...

2006-03-28T23:51:00.000+08:00

I had a panic attack...again. And this time I just had to document it. Not a pleasant experience at all, but it makes me wonder what exactly is happening inside of my crazy (atrophied?) physiology. Seriously, to experience what an attack feels like is nothing short of -- for lack of better expressions -- blech.

And it always seems to start off without a hint of its oncoming, harmlessly enough. I went grocery shopping. (Tuesdays being "Seniors' 2% Off Day", but it's not me!) Weather is disgutingly hot and humid, as always, and it still is. In spite of the fact that cool winds and rolling thunder were promising some rain, which then failed to do so. Anyway, then came our -- my Da and me -- return to the car in the residential parking lot.

The world was moving by faster again. The sounds were louder than usual again. I couldn't breath again. The smells, mostly unpleasant ones, were suddenly the preoccupation of my olfactory senses again. My skin crawled again, I wanted to stop and die at that instant...

And Xanax helped, even if it was a little, and did its work effectively. However, I didn't feel drowsy upon consuming those tiny buggers at all. Thank the love of evil (and a "kaboom!" to o'Malley, please) that I found them, even if it was a tad bit late... I just wonder if breathing right could really help. I did try and all in vain too, no doubt as a panicked mind fails to comprehend the purpose of calming one's self down.

I really hate panic attacks.

Sprechen Deutsch

2006-03-24T22:55:00.000+08:00

"Jetzt Ich sprechen Deutsch..."

Or at least for this short moment. And not surprisingly, my throat hurts. Anything with an "R" is guttural like French -- almost interjectory. And Heiße is nasty on keyboard input, along with every other umlaut I can possibly imagine. Damn, I need a list.

I am on German lessons now, starting tonight but the teacher (Die Frau) wasn't here. So there was this relief teacher (Der Mann) -- Kristoff (sp?) -- who has this hilarious irk for Bavarian or Southern German speech. And the infamous Führer was his greatest thorn in his backside. Can't blame the Berliner, since the non-German dud practically had the language murdered.

Did you know that Angela Merkel has this doctorate in physics? Christ.

Well, at least now I know how angst is pronounced. And it is always easier to type in German. Now that my throat is sore, I'd love to shut up and read my Japanese, thank you very much. Mruh.

Japanese Jargon

2006-03-24T03:09:00.000+08:00

No kidding, it is frickin' 3 O'clock in the morning.

Anyway, I'm so VERY glad I finished sending the mail to my teacher. Been pretty bad of me not to reply to her sooner. But then my mind wasn't on the language and it certainly the fact hasn't dawned upon it that I have something big tonight. I'm not telling what it is.

I have to admit Japanese has some really bizarre semantics in it. And tardiness isn't going to be value for my money nor value for myself if I don't read, write or practice. I wonder if NJstar is really worth the hype? Hmm.

Wooh! I can't type another word, let alone another letter. I just so happen to cut my fingernails too short and boy, do they hurt. Well at the rate they're going it won't be long before I overtrim. er, trim them again. I better get my eyes checked.

Ne, Meeru o Okurimashita ka? Yokatta!

Ja mata.

Kochira Lyne desu. O yasumi Nasai.

Short and not-so-sweet reasons.

2006-03-22T01:58:00.000+08:00

Reasons why I've not been online, so screw you if they aren't good enough. My business isn't yours anyway. Angry me.

- Mumsy's Total Knee Replacement.
- Manic episode. (I wonder how did this start?)
- Japanese class steep learning curve. (Ni. De. O.)
- Deus Ex. (Fuckin' awesome, how'd I miss this?)
- Panic attack. (Now "yay" for Xanax!)
- My cholesterol's sky-rocketed.
- I'm so damned depressed.
- 50NIC RULEZ...

Well, what do you know? Three good things, it's a start. Hurrah.

~ End of Lyne
"I need a MAN!!!" (Damn, which Power 98 DJ said this?)

I. think. I. am. back.

2006-03-21T00:42:00.000+08:00

Been a little over a month.
And, shit, I am fagged out.
Details to come.

In the meantime...

* * *

Oh, God. Thought I wasn't this bad. Who am I kidding.

~ I'm out.

Another of 'em Blog Things

2006-02-17T21:53:00.000+08:00

your fuck.

What swear word are you?
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Smooth.

2006-02-16T23:41:00.000+08:00

All right, I'll stop complaining...

I have an awesome Stevie Wonder CD now, and it practically went for a dime. Uh, maybe more like $13 bucks. Well, here's to motown moseying.

And, uh, I cut my hair too, so my waves are back. Obviously.

The Price of Death.

2006-02-15T17:36:00.000+08:00

Life is so cheap, I can imagine it on a discount rack right about now...

...Or maybe during the Great Singapore Sale (Oh, I can't wait!)

Stumbled on this lovely little parody site and boy, was I suddenly bloodthirstier than usual. What is it that drives a human to kill another? I don't know -- Bullshit, I do know. And one word : Competition. Ah, the quintessentially primal instinct to protect what one wishes to claim as one's own. Especially in the case of when your own resourced are threatented by the very existence of the parasite, or more specifically a personified fungal growth from the tinea classification.

And as for me, I feel like bawling my eyes out, since none of that is real. Brazen but beautiful idea for plain work of fiction. Also, had I the funds to pay for a Hitman's informational needs, travel expenses, weaponry, accomodations, bribery, artistry(my personal favourite, this I wouldn't mind) and miscellaneous contingency plans, I'd bloody hell get rid of several people, whose wickedness suck up too much air for good folk to live on.

And the "people" from the aforementioned site don't kill animals. Pussies. (Obviously fakes.) I'd love a rabbit risotto anytime. Or skinning all of the neighbourhood's cats, but what the hell am I going to do with all those ratty feline pelts?

The. Lyne. is. out.

Personal issues.

2006-02-12T22:44:00.000+08:00

Let's see... I have a problem with me.

Okay, so it isn't one problem but big a truckload of them. Tough. So I decided out of plain boredom what horrors I can present myself with to the world. I mean seriously, who wants to take a damned hermit for real? I certainly don't and anyone who believes me is suckered all the way.

One. I hate just about everything, simply because I stopped loving a long time ago. There was that feeling I had being nice but I think that part of me died. I wonder how the fuck I could put up with so much shit from people who couldn't give anything but crap back. Retribution doesn't exist.

Two. Having a temper is good but indifference is way past better. I mean, what is the point of blowing up when all I could do is laugh until my eyeballs burst with humour leaking out of them. Either that or a wicked little snigger would suffice to soothe the sinister soul. Ah, to be the sadist.

Three. I like spending money on presents for myself. And now I'm seriously in need of good cash. Now how the fuck do I get a pussy of a local diploma and then a degree? Damned institutions behave so bleedin' uppity, they think they're, what, kikes? But what do you expect? I have no love for the stupid country I live in. Multi-racial my yellow ass.

Four. I hate having a conscience. Really, I really don't need a soul. Seriously, the meaning of life is only 42. So what's the point, really? I am just a piece of meat joined together by cartilage, tendons and all that stuff.

Five. Loneliness is the best thing to have. Who actually loves to share a public toilet? Or borrow a tattered library book? Or go out and dance in filthy mosh pits in smoky, sweaty that trendy dance clubs that boast orgies that actually emphasize our enslavement to the most primal of needs. Fancy how we can actually ourselves the most mentally developed creatures on the planet. I wonder if I need friends...

Oh, and if you think you really me? You don't. Only I do.

Dismally myself,
Lyne

Love in the air...

2006-02-10T21:05:00.000+08:00

And I still love Vincent Valentine...

Dirge of Cerberus

cLiCk On It! yOu MuSt!! I cOmMaNd YoU!!!

"A step forward and no stepping back."

2006-02-08T17:15:00.001+08:00

"A step forward and no stepping back."

Well, that can be beautifully said for an ambitionless hopeful and a spiritually crushed individual -- that is, me -- for a resolution to uphold. But it cannot be the same for how technology advances and leaving everything 'aged' just plain obsolete.

Quicktime 7, for instance, cannot install on systems running Windows 98 and older. And likewise for Media Player 9. And the Xbox 360? Huh. Selected "well selling" titles are considered for backward compatibility.

It seems people love getting new toys and not caring at all to treasure them until newer models (oh how sleek and shiny) start popping up. Yeah, and all I wanted was an old iPod. Fuck that, it ain't coming.

I suppose there are "weirdos" (finger tweaking included) who keep 200-year old violins. And, oh, why is it actually worth spending so much on a piece of old junk when they can get a new violin from any damned music store? Same goes for wine.

And when people now get older in the not-too-distant future, they should be simply chucked aside. After all, who cares about old stuff anyway...

NeW yEaR. oLd Me.

2006-02-08T01:17:00.000+08:00

No fucking kidding. It's seriously 1 bleedin' in the a.m.

And I'm over a month late... No, I don't mean I'm pregnant either.

"sO hOw'S yOuSe PeOpLe BeEn?"
(Why am I typing like this? Fuck do I know...)
The New Years -- yeah, yeah, BOTH the Solar and the Lunar -- have gone by and boy, I need to get my priorities. But guess what? I am too damned tired to care about doing shit like self-improvement. So be it. I hate a lot of more things now and I love myself for admitting that. I'll get down to updating this blog with my insanely dull life wHeNeVeR. i. FeEl. LiKe. It.

* * *

Damn, I wish I was on pot or something. I'd prolly sleep like a baby after pulling a "That 70's Show" moment. Speaking of which, I realize now how much Church from Red Versus Blue reminds me of Eric Foreman. Dorkiness included too. Hmm, not bad at all, at least some parts of the cognitive functions in my brain are still functioning.

So here's my whoop-dee-frickin'-doo update on my life. Otherwise it's all ended up pissy as always. And on a side note? No, maybe not in MY blog I'll spam it over to my chum blog. Too bad for ya, gurly.

~ LyNe OuT.

Splinter Cell Come Fourth

2005-12-20T23:45:00.000+08:00

Wicked.

I cannot wait to immerse myself in the pants, er, place of Sam Fisher. And in the question of morality, I am most certain he should be allowed to teeter on the edge. Who wants a bloody do-gooder all the time? I certainly hated myself for being that, how long ago that person died and such a tragic demise for her it was.

Splinter Cell : Double Agent

"You have no idea what's coming..."

And all that stupid speculation by the idiots (repugnant lot, some of them) on the Ubi boards never fails to amuse the addled brain. What I mean is why create and build up upon something that cannot be quite confirmed, and then eventually crush youselves with sheer disappointment. Such creativity wasted indeed when they could be working in refuse disposal instead.

And in other news, a cousin of mine has been accepted to earn his PhD. Oh, joy. That leaves me nowhere. I suppose I am so comfortable with disappointment it feels like nothing more than a little prick on a chopped off finger.

Expect nothing more and everything less. Lyne out.

I like sheep... I guess...

2005-12-19T23:50:00.000+08:00

Now sheep, ovine, fleecy thingies on fours, whatever they are called. They sure are loveable, maybe because of their wanting to be led? How they bleat in their flocks of winter's wool...?

Nah. Hogwash.

But there is always the symbolism of lambs especially in the case of religion. And these fellows below have it in their song...

The Whiffenpoofs

Anyway, I adore The Whiffenpoofs, even if the seniors switch about. I was just thinking about... The West Wing. (Damn! There I go again all weepy and what-not.) It was lovely to see them for the first time, singing Christmas carols and a capella always tugs at my heart if you get them onto those lovely sentimental numbers.

Baa Baa Baa.
Amen.

Not the Leo...

2005-12-18T22:40:00.000+08:00

At least, I don't mean Di (Who is a Leo by the way).

A strange turn of events, the reel life reflecting the real life. Here we have Leo McGarry having a cardiac arrest in Camp David ...and lived. However, John Spencer wasn't that lucky. Now that I think I about it -- after spending a considerable amount of time being sad -- his role might no longer be Chief of Staff, I suppose his voice of wisdom will be there for the last 365. Figuratively speaking. Does it herald The West Wing's End already?

John Spencer
1946 - 2005
I'll miss you old boy. Along with everyone else who loves a crotchety old fuddy duddy.
R.I.P.

And if anyone thinks that directly means "Rest in Peace" I have half a heart to rip your head off. Ping out.