i don't know whether it's in my state of emo or whether i just like the song or i find that the song talks alot about me now.. i just keep wanting to play it over and over again. hahaha.. till i memorized it. instead of memorizing the text on my books to face my finals tomorrow.

yes, i have 3 finals tomorrow. crazy crazy crazy. all comprehensive finals as well, meaning they cover EVERYTHING since the first day. sighh. can someone just shoot me now. so that i get everything over with.

nothing to worry about, nothing to think about, nothing to look forward to, nothing to look back upon. geez.

(please don't think i'm suicidal. i'm not. period. i'm just using a figure of speech because i'm so STRESSED UP!!)

anyways, here is the translation of the song:

this world is very complicated. it bewilders the words that i want to express.

i don't understand... the excessively complicated grammar.

what kind of gifts can be remembered forever?

please don't let happiness leave too suddenly.

the clouds and the sky; the butterflies and the flowers; they never need to speak.

i can't let it go. i still miss you day and night.

i sing love songs; i say words of love; i just want you to hear it clearly.

i love you, is my only confession.

CHORUS:

let me write a simple love song [for you] to make you happier.

love is like a river; it's hard not to have twists and turns.

this simple song; there's nothing unique about it

just like me; so ordinary yet, so profound.

i'm always thinking; how to allow you to understand my goodness.

but i forgot to frequently smile at you.

the lost; the forgotten; i'll do my best to make it up to you.

you are my most precious treasure.

[REPEAT CHORUS]

profound; the simple song.

the simple song.

[REPEAT CHORUS X2]

i remember doing this back in the days of my first blog as well.. just before i closed it down. putting out the lyrics of songs i love and were meaningful to me at that very moment; just like how this one is right now.

ohhhhhh what i'd give to be in the other part of the world right now. not just because i want to see her, but because i miss malaysia so bad right now. to hear of friends going back, of friends who need to leave their stuff at my place.. just breaks my heart that i can't be on one of those 739104 planes leaving america.

distance makes the heart grow fonder? haha. ponder ponder on that and tell me what you think..

at least i can look forward to the end of the year, when i'll be able to spend my hard earned money.. on gifts, nice dinners, more car stuff maybe, clothing, and of course, a nice trip out of malaysia as well. haha.

i really wanna go to either bali, singapore or thailand at the end of the year, with the one most desired mentioned first. hmmm anyone wanna go?

spa = taking all your stress, crumpling it to bits and throwing them into the ocean. =)

PLEASEEEE wish me luck tomorrow.. i wanna talk to someone just to release my stress now.. if you're reading this, and you have my msn, IM me NOW!

Stupidest religion I have ever heard of, I mean seriously, who can be expected to believe they have a little alien inside them, I mean, honestly.

Gullible much?

Here's two points about scientology

Point number one;

How come in autopsies no-ones ever found this little alien?

Or where the aliens kept?

Point number two;

It was written by a bloody science fiction writer!

Who would be fucking stupid enough to believe in scientology?

It's just grade A bullshit, but I suppose,

A minority of people must believe it, because

I mean, it's not only washed up celebrities who are turning to it now.

Ordinary, dumb ass yokels are as well

Maybe I'll make my own religion...

Like, there was an ad I saw a few hours ago even, when there was a spice girl saying

‘Thousands of people die, due to poverty, and you can make a difference'

This from a spice girl.

One of the biggest users of the worlds national resources.

Get fucked bitch, I don't like you, I'll donate, when you actually donate.

You stupid woman.

Are you ever going to realize, that only a small amount of people actually liked the spice girls?

And the only reason your stupid fucking concert sold out was because you only had one quarter of the ordinary seat amount.

You stupid women.

Go fucking die!

If we wanted you coming around to our house trying to convert us, we would already be your stupid fucking religion

God dammit!

You dumb religious fuckers!

WE DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR STUPID FUCK GOD

Sure, it's the same as the Christian god, so why don't you just become Christian, would stop you irritating the general population.

Dumbass.

"We have also indicated that teachers are at liberty to choose the type of art they wish to use in the classroom. But they should check with the learners' parents first."

The chief executive of the Federation of Associations of Governing Bodies of South African Schools, Paul Colditz, said children should not be exposed to nudity.

"I am not an art expert and I won't comment about the relevance of nude art in the school curriculum. But from a moral point of view, no parent would want their children to be taught about nudity at school," Colditz said.

[From Too nude for school : Mail & Guardian Online]

I'm sorry, don't these kids have baths? get undressed and dressed again? have gym at school? what a delightfully general comment - "no parent would want their children to be taught about nudity at school" first off, haven't the children already been taught about nudity? in it's most basic form? one presumes that if these kids haven't heard of nudity or seen it in some form by the time they get to school, well there is certainly something very wrong.
This restriction applies to school curriculum in South Africa where performance artist Steven Cohen has been struck from the curriculum due to his nude content. the arts community is outraged because Cohen is one of South Africa's most famous living artists. but I think this issue is deeper than striking one artist from the books, because where one is dropped, more may follow - and then what? Paul Colditz's attitude horrifies and dismays me - how many works of art will be sacrificed out of fear that children may see a nude body?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Kat and I

Sarina and Kat

Sarina, Melia, Kat

Huiyan and Kat

Melia, Huiyan, Kat

Huiyan and I

From Left (clockwise)
Cindeeeeee, Peggy, Huiling, Sarina, Huiyan, Melia, Kat

Us, in the empty classroom opp us.

Actually, there is another fun shot.
BUT TOO UNGLAM!!
Only we know.
HAHAHA

The three girls

Thats all.
Have to present soon.
*runs*

I had heard of this statement already, but a tip of the hat to Matthew Good for bringing Olbermann's "Special Comment" to my attention.

It is certainly worth watching all 12 minutes of surgically precise dissection of Bush's incomptence - and atrocious, if not sociopathic, lack of real empathy for the plight in which he will be leaving the United States when he (finally!) leaves office on 20 January 2009. That date cannot come soon enough.

Keith Olbermann, in this piece, looks ready to completely lose his composure, and blast off into an unfocused, and easily dismissed, tirade (as I no doubt would).

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Nicely put. Too bad George and his fellow Republicans will just dismiss it as a liberal smear piece.

To make it worse, according to this article, not only is the government spending a large amount of, poorly targeted money on this DTV conversion program, they are spending nearly 3 times as much on this campaign as they are on adult literacy programs. Another serious WTF. People who know me can attest to the fact that steam is coming out of my ears, as we speak.

Ok, am I being short-sighted in thinking that if you earn $150,000 jointly in a household, you're probably doing ok? Is that extra $125 a fortnight going to help with the cleaning lady? Need it to do some extra detailing on the car(s)? Maybe you needed to put that extra money away for your annual trip to the Maldives?

Get your hands off it. Welfare payments are for the people who are less fortunate. Perhaps they work in lower earning positions, perhaps they aren't as savvy or smart, or perhaps they would rather do a job they love, earn less money but be happier in the process. Whatever the reason, it shouldn't matter.

This country has been riding on the 'Howard Train' for too long. Greed, money, luxuries and spending have been the order of the day in the last 11 years, but as a whole the country has forgotten about a social conscience or helping those less fortunate.

Let's take a look at some comments from the Daily Telegraph today -

My husband and I earn a combined income of $150,000 and do not consider ourselves "rich". Why should we miss out on the baby bonus and other family tax benefits available to other working families? We work hard, just as hard as any other worker whether they earn $30,000 or $100,000 - Belinda, Bateau Bay

So, Belinda, you have to be "rich" to avoid benefits, but because you don't consider yourselves rich, you should get them? No-one's saying you don't work hard (where was that in the budget?)

The term "working families" obviously stops when you achieve $150,001 in joint income. Ridiculous. Those of us in this position have worked long and hard to get there. - Justin, Sydney

Your point being, Justin? Is this just a statement to show off how much you earn, or are you trying to say something? Just piss off and work harder. Then you can afford that Rolex you've been eying off.

I'm sick of how everything is always for families. There's never anything for singles. - Paul, Newtown

Wah Wah Wah. Maybe if you weren't such a whinger, you wouldn't be single. You want the baby bonus? You want Family Tax Benefits? What exactly do you want? The tax cut doesn't cut it? You want less tax on the booze to help you pick up? Not quite sure really.

Look, I could go on all day, and honestly there were a couple of things in the budget that I am not that happy with (FBT on laptops and not enough assistance to the elderly), but overall I am pretty happy with it.

Oh and another initiative from the Budget was to ensure that International touring acts use a local support band on their tour.

The painfully annoying Piers Akerman had this to say:

“The Government will provide $1.7 million over four years to ensure that international touring companies employ at least one local band or artist as a support act. This will boost the employment opportunities and exposure of Australian music industry performers technicians.”

Which is an absolute load of retro-garbage.

Call this the Budget’s 2020 Rear Vision Summit gesture to Cate Blanchett, Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe and the other celluloid celebrities Prime Minister Rudd aches to hang out with.

Call this a sad joke. The sort of sad Labor joke most people thought went out of fashion with the failure of Ausmusic, the Labor-funded folly of former Victorian Federal MP and perennial adolescent Pete Steedman.

Treasurer Wayne Swan must be a frustrated air guitar player with a deep commitment to the Labor luvvies in the performing arts if he thinks it is smart to inflict higher ticket prices on concertgoers who will be forced to endure a performer they didn’t wish to see or hear solely to satisfy an ALP whim.

As for those international groups which might prefer not to be handcuffed to a performer or act, will they be compelled to kick in to some union-dominated “industry” slush fund?

This measure will boost bad performers and, doubtless, add its measure to the inflation dragon the Ruddites have vowed to slay.

I mean, no-one really gives a flying fuck what this guy has to say, as he is about as far up his own arse as you can go, but seriously.

This will "boost bad performers'? What the hell are you talking about Piers? It can only increase global exposure of our quality local music scene as well as providing an amazing opportunity for small local acts to experience playing on a big stage.

Mr Akerman always has to bring it back to his hatred of Unions, " will they be compelled to kick in to some union-dominated “industry” slush fund?". Go fuck yourself your dim prick.

What a bunch of feebleminded, vacuous, lunatics! And I hope she drowns in dosa batter. 

I blame the education system. 

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Vomiting

Vom"it*ing\, n. The spasmodic ejection of matter from the stomach through the mouth.

 day 4 of pain city the painkillers are working and they are killing me. turns out kelvin the dental specialist neglected to mention the pills contain morphine. which 5% of the population are more susceptible to the side effects: vomitting, headaches, gastricitis, diarrhoea etc.

i turned out to be part of that very unlucky 5% of the population. after lunch i found myself hurling my stomach contents into a toilet bowl in the handicap toilet. pumkin soup from soup spoon and all that jazz. then it was what's left of my banana meringue pie from cedele. and even dinner. i'm so puked out i think there's nothing left to hurl anymore.

so day 5 of pain city i stopped the painkillers. and now the pain is back. with a vengeance, laughing at my inability to crush it.

• UK Release April 28, 2008
• USA Release April 29, 2008
• Genre: Industrial Jungle Pussy Punk (according to my id3 tags, anyways)

Track Listing:

1. "Never Wanted to Dance" 3:08
2. "Evening Wear" (Feat. Chantal Claret) 3:31
3. "Lights Out" 2:37
4. "Prescription" 3:05
5. "Issues" 3:04
6. "Get It Up" (Feat. Chantal Claret) 2:35
   • "Uncle" (Bonus track between "Get It Up" and "Revenge" on Censored edition)
7. "Revenge" 3:08
8. "Animal" 2:44
9. "Mastermind" 2:59
10. "On It" (Feat. Chantal Claret) 3:01
11. "Pay For It" 3:33
12. "Due" 2:10
13. "Money" 2:53
14. "Bomb This Track" 3:20
15. "Mark David Chapman" (Feat. Celia Euringer) 3:14

If by some chance, you're not yet familiar with Mindless Self Indulgence, you'll probably want to know that it's explicit. If you like buying clean versions of albums, MSI is not the band for you. For the rest of us, at some point it gets to where the lyrical content isn't absolutely new and heavy in shock value anymore. So this review I've written having heard MSI music before; I'm pretty much not even noticing the shock elements.

First thing on the album: Repetitive syllabic cramming. Oh well. it's MSI. See the annoying bits of MSI, I really didn't mind. But I definitely got bored of their stuff too quickly. And then certain bits started to get annoying. And those bits they don't take out. So even if this new stuff doesn't have that boring attribute to it, it's still annoying.

With that said, let's listen some more. The first song was interesting, synth experimentation and stuff. Of course with that repetitive quality that industrial stuff tends to have. If you can get over random inappropriate scale changes, this stuff is pretty catchy. In terms of songwriting skills, these guys are a bit better than panic. Only industrial. And with a lot more key/structure changing. This was always one of the gimmicks of MSI- This is very ADHD-friendly music.
Lights out. How the do I like this? It's very punk. Definite stylistic difference.  However, it's intentional dissonance in the wrong way. Perhaps it's the dissonance juxtaposed against the slightly more harmonized bits that draw attention to the track. It's definitely not something you hear all the time. MSI cannot be master of music theory.... is this creative genius, or just doing that trying-to-sound-bad thing? Plus there's that subtext of mockery at "punk" style pop-punk music. This isn't even nonsense. Seether makes less sense than this.
"Issues" is an interesting song (lyrically only), and "Get It Up' is hilarious (though some might find it in bad taste; if this is you, you may not have realized it by now, but MSI is not for you).

"Animal" is a fairly solid song, I could see a single coming from this (as opposed to any other track on this album). "On It" and "Pay For It" are like the older MSI tracks in terms of syncopation, lyrics, and the fact that they just get boring after more than one or two listens. (Of course I'm still on my first listen, so no guarantees!). "Due"... dadadadadadadadadada. Worth a listen if you want to hear something new. Most of the tracks I didn't mention, or expressed dislike for had more hip hop influence (and were honestly like older MSI, with the low bass lines, the glitching and the statement-making lyrical oscillations that just get annoying. However, the majority of the album that bad, and it was new; more importantly it didn't try too hard). They have a bit of stylistic fun at the end on Mark David Chapman, and I have to say: So did I.

Standout tracks that support the album as a whole:

• Never Wanted to Dance
• Lights Out
• Get It Up
• Mark David Chapman (this one doesn't exactly make sense, but...)

Standalone Tracks [worth checking out if you don't want the whole MSI experience]:

• Animal
• Due

Personal rating: 7.5/10. I enjoyed it more than I would have expected.

And that reminds me...
I think I've got bad luck with booking clubs for events. :(
First, it was Zouk - breached their side of their contract and totally pissed me off. *curses and swears*
Now, it's MoS - may be undergoing renovations on the day of my event, and if so, would shift us to Cafe del Mar at no extra cost.
(Sounds good?? What about the $3 entry into Sentosa?! Who's gonna pay for my guests?! *curses and swears again*) *makes face*

Seriously, could it be kaaaaaarma?? :|

Look for the greatest sports figure (not athlete) (I had some fool tell me once he was the greatest athlete of all time) of the last ten years to return to the golf world in the good old Double O (Ohio).

The Memorial Tournament (Dublin, Ohio USA) has been Tiger’s playground, with him winning three times. Woods should be returning to play after knee surgery. This injury was announced right after his second place finish at the Masters. Tiger finished three (3) strokes off the lead WITH the injury.

With 64 titles and 13 Majors, Tiger is proven & simply HATER-PROOF

I find that the announcers will root for any Tom, Dick or Harry who is challenging Tiger that particular week. I don’t want to make it a Black/White thing (that would be naive), but it is amazing how Sergio, Phil or whomever gets all the love. Then Tiger pulls out his Big Stick and strokes the course (what am I taking about here?) and destroys the competition.

Figure Tiger to be hugging his Mom the weekend of the 30th, if he decides to play. He might hold himself out for the upcoming U.S. Open.

P.S. I know everyone remembers Dave Chappelles’ spoof on Tiger with the RACE DRAFT.

“I would like to say for the first time “forshizel my nizel”

Sinakilloptimist

If you know me you know, I am rarely speechless. Yet there I was, standing in front of a 300lb biker who has spent more time in prison than I have been alive, feeling powerful for the first time since I quit smoking. Not because I know some great secret he doesn't, but because his lust could not touch me.

We live in a fucked up society. I might be many people's poster child for surviving and rising above it all. But it touches all of us. I don't care whether you are the heiress to the kingdom of Wall Street or the homeless poet who sleeps in a doorway on Market Street. (I have been the homeless poet and embraced it; the suits can keep the stock market.) Pain is pain, and suffering is all the same. Sure, we all deal with it in different ways and it turns our lives into chaos to varying degrees. But in those moments of hurting, we are all equal.

What kills me is that so much of it is tied to image. What we see when we look at ourselves. What we see when we look at others.

One of the wisest women I have ever met is a three year old autistic girl. I once held up a mirror after I braided her hair and said "Look how pretty your hair looks!" And she took the mirror out of my hands, and without looking at herself said "I know I am." The kid makes me cry she's so beautiful. She's a pretty kid, but her beauty has nothing to do with her appearance. And, in my firmly rooted opinion, neither does anyone's.

One of the law firms I blog for handles Botox-gone-wrong cases. As I read the latest news and court documents I think "Who'd have thought injecting a toxin that causes paralysis and death into our faces, all for a temporary fix to wrinkles, could be a bad idea?" I laugh, because otherwise I would cry. Is this what we have come to? Is this the message we are leaving for our children?

As I walked home tonight, after leaving the conversation with Ignorant Asshole, I couldn't help but study the faces of the smoking women I passed by. I wondered how many of them think they look sexy. I wondered how many others watched with lust.

In my head I heard the words to Ani Difranco's song "Evolve" -- I love that song, mostly because I can play it easily on guitar. But I adore her lyrics. Especially the end: "it took me too long to realize that I don't take good pictures 'cause I have the kind of beauty that moves."

Another one of Ani's songs (Hour Follows Hour) goes: "I have had something to prove as long as I know there's something that needs improvement. And I know that every time I move, I make a woman's movement. First we decide what we're gonna do, then we go out and do it. Maybe the most we can do is to see each other through it."

As many times as it may not seem that way, that is how I try to live my life. I never saw quitting smoking as a part of that, but I do now.

On this wide round earth, we may not all speak the same language. But we speak the same sentiments, recognize the same images: pain and promise, mortality and hope. As long as we are alive, we get to choose. We may not have chosen the boats that brought us here, but we choose whether to sink or swim. Even when it is hard. Even when we think the pain we go through to survive will kill us.

I firmly believe that the most tremendous pain can birth the most outstanding beauty. Hopefully, we all get those glimpses. Hopefully, we all see ourselves as beautiful -- without that mirror, at least every once in a while. And in between, maybe we all put on a new pair of glasses, so we can see things a little clearer. Whether it is through the eyes of a child or through the words of an ignorant asshole. Sometimes the most arbitrary moments teach us the best lessons.

Friend of mine pointed me to these Marvel vs. DC videos made with action figures. This one is styled after those Mac vs. PC ads, with Iron man as the playful, funloving, alcoholic billionaire who goes everywhere in a flying tank (Mac, I think) and Batman as... well... Batman.

So what kind of computer would Batman use? an abacus made entirely out of ultralight titanium with retractable blades and removable explosive beads, of course. and a large, armored boot to your ass for asking.

*fangirls*

found the music score and is now trying to play it with my violin but since my music theory is basically non-existent, i am crawling my way through the score

[note to myself - you can do it! ganbarimasu~!!]

Went Nana last night.... Quite boring...

We Drank

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Martell + Waterfall + Stout = Pengz

Still feeling damn drunk + not enough sleep + stomach full of liqour = wanna sleep!

But i cant, coz im at work! Cannot take leave :(

Ahhhhhhhhhh, my grades.
This is bad!
This cannot continue!
from next week onwards, i will wake up at 5am! (If i really can wake up!)
HAHAHAHA!!
(that is the joke of the week man)

Check out this "gawd awfu" J-Lo Hairstyle.

See this "hairy mess" on singer Kelly Roland

See Queen Latifah make a serious fake hair mistake!

Teen Pregnancy is not funny...but this is!

Ya'll better listen. No more hoes here.

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Incinerated, as fire rains from the sky. Or crushed by a particle accelerator. Rattled by earthquakes, whipped by typhoon winds, and attacked with the Rapture of some divine being. Solar flares, depletion of oil, and my favorite- nuclear warfare- threaten to destroy the world in a ticking-time bomb set off for December 21, 2012, . Or was it the 23rd?

Most infamous are the Mayans. They, along with other Mexican Indian cultures, utilized the Long Count Calendar to predict astrological arrangements and significant aerial phenomena. And we scientists, as clever as we are compared to these primitive groups, recognized that the Long Count ended shortly at 13.0.0., or the recognized 2012. Doomsday.

Or not. Every so many millions of years, the universe is reborn, believed the Mayans. Whether through a matter crunch or an enormous divine transmogrification is unknown, but the ancient civilization regarded 2012 as part of an endless cycle, rather than fire, brimstone, and hell on earth.

The date is enshrouded with mystery, and supported with eclectic prophecies from regionally diverse oracles. The I Ching fortune book predicts 2012 through the use of complex logarithms and graphs. An oracle from Greece foresaw the fated December to be a world of fire and battle, but she also predicted Constantine's name and European influence correctly. Then there is Nostradamus and his not so shiny track record, and he vaguely remarked that sometime during this century our world will end.

I may take it seriously if the accounts were not so factious. Add scientific predictions of 2012 in, and the world will freeze, burn, shrivel under immense radiation, be compressed into tiny bose-einstein condesate states of matter, explode into a vacuum of atoms, run out of oil, and shift its polar magnetic alignment as humans wage war. Surprising that men continue to battle as the world disintegrates around them?

The date is murky; some Mayan scholars reckon the date is the 23rd, not the 21st. Great, two days of consolation before oblivion. That's reassuring.

Though the outcomes all conflict, and the date itself is unknown, humans worry and dote over 2012 quite immensely. An irrational fear, stirred by our natural distaste of death, worries us. Inexplicable coincidence persuades others to believe; disregarding the various prophecies, December 21st indeed is a syzygy on the winter solstice. It's an astrological rarity. But I think 2012 is intriguing because of its feasibility. Our world already started crumbling before our eyes. The glaciers melt, the Iraq War makes headlines, and new sciences (nanotechnology, super-nuclear physics) are tested everyday. Current Earth is so screwed up that an apocalypse may not be too unreasonable.

If 2012 is the harbinger of doom, we may as well leave school, sell stocks before the end of the decade and institute martial law. If only we all believed in it.

But really, if the world ends, don't fret over it. Enjoy the landscape exploding into billions of scintillating, swiveling atoms.