Monday, February 28, 2005 

well looky what we have here....

any of you guys know about this? ; )

everyone give Bryon a huge "HEYOO!"

as for today, got my "to do" list completed...for once. and in good time too. apart from that, regular monday fair.

grabbed some dinner with Gail. she's down in London for the next week or so before she moves on the wild world of work in Toronto. sounds like she's got a good gig going. splendid stuff woman : )

yaah...had some brief correspondence with my mum regrding some...err...digestive system issues. lets just say something happened that scared the living snot out of me. anyway, after outlining my symptoms, her reply was simulatneously hilarious, embarrassing, and *phew* relieving. what can I say, I'm a manic hypercondriac. for the spawn of doctors out there, you know what I'm referring to. yeap...looks like I'm going to have to stock up on a shwack load of fibre tomorrow. and no, I'm not going to tell you what's wrong with me.

k., going to *yawn* relax. been a long day.

track of the day:
"all these things that I've done" -The Killers
you know these guys are good. don't need to explain. this song especially makes my ears smile.

b

Sunday, February 27, 2005 

"Tyrone, you gave me a dead woman's vibrator??"

aahhh...Sunday....I love Sundays (well for the most part)....its the international day of "go be lazy, or else!"

nothing much to report as far as today's concerned. had some dim sum for brunch. went to the Maisonville to run some errands with Trev. the unlucky sod had the misfortune of getting one of the back windows of his car smashed into a million pieces. he blames juvenile theft. we're not forensic investigators but that's what it looks like as only CDs and sunglasses were taken.
good thing he didn't catch them in the act or a very different police report would've been made. let's just say that Trev's a rather....ummm....volatile individual. a few of us can attest to bouts of "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?? WHY WON'T YOU WORK?!? ITS NOT HARD BEING A FUCKING COMPUTER!??"...followed by *SMASH!! CRASH!!!*...and then "hello? Dell computers? I'd like to purchase a unit." he would've saved a lot of money if he had switched to Mac. in his defence, he's grown to become more docile in his old age : )

didn't make it to Sue's thing last night....it was a logistical nightmare. by the time I was supposed to meet them, it was close to 1am and a combination of exhaustion and comfortable couch had gotten the better of me. instead, Duane and myself went to the London Music Club earlier on in the evening for a spot of comedic theater. heard a lot about the LMC in the past but this was the first time I'd ever been there. very cool place....in an artsy fartsy sorta way. must make it a point to catch more shows there. this time, it was Fully Insured's rendition of "attack of the crow people". it was friggin funny...in a neo-monty python sorta way. as a side note, Duane's new project isn't called "Katie's Room"...."Kiki's Room"...its "Kiki's Room".

that's it for today....going to search for dinner.

b

Saturday, February 26, 2005 

on omelettes and orchestral manoeuvres in the dark

just returned from breakfast with Liish...I don't have many good things to say about Plantations but I must confess they make a mean omelette. but then again...I do enjoy omettes in general. guess you could say that I'm an omelette connoisseur ; ) anyway, good to get together with Liish over breakfast again.....its been too long. life-related catching up complete.

as for yesterday, did some work during the day....the excitement coefficient wasn't very high. went to Alain and Anna's place in the evening for a spot of food, drinks, music. Cenk was also there and was evidently all sorts of tanked. apparently he'd been drinking since 3pm....*eep!* as an aside, the man's (Alain) got some good music. mostly obscure (well in a North American context at least) jazz/smooth electronica/loungey stuff. the DJ equipment was great fun to muck around with as well.

at some point we made our way to the Alex where the band was playing an interesting mix of reggae, old school rock and roll (think Chuck Berry old), and delta blues a la Robert Johnson. Duane was there with the cast of his new project....think the play's called "Katie's Room" or somesuch. as an outgrowth of happenstance, I ran into Leyuze as well. inevitable awkwardness aside, pleasantries were exchanged....hmmm, definitely welcomed her presence.

going to get some more of these orange things completed today. have this fairwell event for Sue, my yoga instructor, later in the evening. haven't the foggiest clue where she's off to next but prior to London, she taught in Singapore....always thought it kinda cool.

on that note....til we meet again.

track of the day:

"Walking on the Milky Way" OMD
this came on my system this morning as a result of the "random" button. "walking on the milkyway" was OMD's attempt at a comeback in the mid 90's....very brit-poppish sound. on a personal note, it brings me back to secondary school....I recalled it to be all the rage back in '96.

b

Friday, February 25, 2005 

goot moaning.

*yawn* groggy....just awoke from my slumber. here's something you can try: fall alseep with the TV on with the volume on low and depending on the channel/programme...the background your dreams will tend to navigate towards the subject matter being broadcasted. for instance, I fell asleep watching "sportsnet" and ended up having some baseball related dream (albeit it revolved around dodging baseballs while running all over the stadium). though I must say, the "history channel" ones are the COOLEST.

you're prolly wondering: why's this idiot sleeping on his sofa? its a literal day-bed AND my feet don't hang over the edge unlike *ahem* the bed in my parent's house ; ) (what can I say, they don't build beds for freakishly tall South East Asians...I think Pat and my brother can atest to that) furthermore, somedays I just don't want my corneas to be burnt from the sunlight that pertrudes my strategically-placed bedroom window. really need some friggin curtains....

had this thesis meeting with chuck yesterday. you know those morality surveys I've been scoring lately? well, he's the reliability judge for them and the agreement percentage between us was very close to 100%. which is really good news....coz I think I might bloody implode if I have to go back and rescore them, some of you can attest to my undying sloth ; ) so yah, good thesis meeting....

oh...must thank Kat for finding enough time 2 nights ago from her - in no particular order - school/work/boyfriend schedule to rescue me from taking my finger, sticking it into my eye, and begin twirlling it around.....

*croak...croak...croak...* (what? so my phone sounds like a vibrating frog when it rings)

me: who the hell could this be? someone's downstairs? its late...crap, this can't be good (I don't have the best track record with unexpected late phonecalls). *answers phone* h..hello?
kat: hey boon.
me: mother mary?
kat: its kat. I was just walking home from Plantations...what're you doing?
me: my place looks like a post office blew up. what'dya think I'm doing?
kat: what?
me: the surveys...they're in these orange envelopes....*getting increasingly agitated*
kat: oh....wanna go for a drink?
me: OH SWEET JESUS YESSS!!

impecable timing I must admit.

received a call from Steph and co. as the evening was winding down...met up with them for a quick "hello/goodbye beverage" enroute home.

right...that concludes the update.

track of the day:

"baby workout" Jackie Wilson
arguably one of the fathers of rock and roll. though to me this track sounds more like swing/soul. guess it was 50's. anyway, I dig the range and smoothness of his voice.

k...back to the "exploded post office". heheh....you COULD call it the "fallujah branch". (sorry....horrible joke)

b

Wednesday, February 23, 2005 

"these are weighty secrets. and we must whisper them"-Sarah Chauncey Woosley

taking a quick break. since I'm already at my desk...why not post. not much of any personal significance has gone on so I'm mucking into other people's business. more aptly put, I was introduced to a fellow blog from Sel that posts postcards of secrets people have submitted. I added the link under my "blogs of interest" heading. facinating stuff....and simultaneously quite inimate. carnal knowledge if you will.....here: (I'll keep my opinions to myself and refrain from commenting out of mutual respect)

IMG_2188

IMG_2194

passw

guess its a testament to the fact that everyone has dark secrets that "need" to be liberated. some of the artwork is quite interesting as well.

b.

p.s. another thing I found out today through Sel. sneexe is a "she"?!?! or should I say.... ; ) like I need anymore indication that the internet is the final frontier where everything goes....to go on a tangent, I am slowly comming to grips with the fact that there's an entirely different code of ethics pertaining to what's acceptable behaviour online. hmmm, you may think that your actions are kosher.....you couldn't be more mistaken. NOTHING IS SACRED! EXPECT EVERYTHING! ; )

Tuesday, February 22, 2005 

we be illin'

hmmm, same as yesterday but with errands....and not as productive. been reading a hell of a lot ambiguous answers today...a lot of them really could have gone either way. BLAST! (OO! can't wait to find out what walls I'll run into next) plus *sniff* tad bit under the weather. feeling lousy, lethargic, and increasingly stuffed up. think I've already mentioned my disdain for this winter business. sooo....add that to my pile of crap.

rock and roll ; )

I'm sure you don't want to listen to me bitch (even if you do, I'm not in the book). as a charasmatic African American with an oh so sexy voice once said "you know who cares more about your problems than you do? *pfffttt* nooobody."

on to more pressing matters....LIGERS!

I'm reminded of an ongoing debate regarding the authenticity of ligers (the names of said debatees will be left anonymous and no, its not because they have puny intellects*smirk*). question at hand? whether they actually exist or are merely a figment of imagination conjured up by this fellow...

Napoleon Dynamite

illustrated as such by said fellow....and yes its reads "bred for its skills in magic" : )

Napoleon's Liger Drawing

BUT thanks to an article posted on Pat's blog which refreshed my memory, we can settle this wraaaslin' match once and for all. mental note people, Napoleon may be one cool fuck (well, in a "grain of salt" sorta way) but please don't base reality on the movie ; ) ligers do exist....BEHOLD!

comparison

liger

so....does this mean I win? c'mon.....please??

okay...enough with the time wasting.

b

p.s. the new god/jesus skit is still a work in progress as *sigh* there's actual work to be done.

Monday, February 21, 2005 

"when the going get's weird, the weird go pro"

Hunter S. Thompson is gonzo. R.I.P.

some of you may remember him as the author of "fear and loathing in las vegas". for those who are interested as to what gonzo journalism is, its essentially a more novelistic and personal account of persons in the news. or to put it another way, its like "falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool of mermaids". for instance:

"There is no way to grasp what a shallow, contemptible and hopelessly dishonest old hack Hubert Humphrey is until you've followed him around for a while."
-- Hunter S. Thompson, from 'Fear and Loathing: On the [American] Campaign Trail '72'

in any event, it speaks to some, and offends others....you decide.

nothing too interesting in my life these past few days. pretty much trapped at home simultaneously scoring these surveys and comming to grips with losing grip of my sanity. hence, a select few have been subjected to some snarky indifference from my direction....at least you're getting unblighted material here ; ) something tells me it might get worse before it gets better. *eep!*

....its prolly because I'm currently action-packed with a myriad issues : P sorry......

I DID leave the house on fri and sat night for a short time....chilled out with Emil and co. on friday and on saturday, Parker came by from out of town. it was good...tad bit messy on sat but it was much needed. well...that's my take on things at least.

as for right now, gotta get back to judging morality. I know....the irony is mind numbing innit? ; ) hey at least I have a manual to refer to.

b

Saturday, February 19, 2005 

The Band

on the Jan 17th post (the very first write-up of it), I mentioned about of the "band" that Emil, Drew and myself formed. here's the first portrait:


W'Asian
Originally uploaded by boonaroo.


as the motto stands, its: image, ideology, then music ; )

b

Friday, February 18, 2005 

"hello, you've reached the winter of my discontent"

I despise winter. here's why:


outside my house 1/west on central
Originally uploaded by boonaroo.



outside my house 2/east on central
Originally uploaded by boonaroo.



outside my house 3/victoria park
Originally uploaded by boonaroo.


before you allow the lumbering prosthetic you call your brain to comment on how "pretty and magical" it looks, I urge you also imagine the imminent gangrenous extremities that frostbite will bequeath you with once thou has been left in this icey iron maiden for a moment too long. but what I don't like about it is that it gets your pants all mucky.

really not much to report. been stranded inside with my surveys and...."him". gotta make this quick before he realises I'm talking about him behind his back....if so then the fearsome depths of hell will unleash its blood thirsty archfiends upon mein being like a a swarm of sanguineous zerglings. he only comes out when I'm left alone for an extended period of time. he makes me do things I'll regret in the morning. y'know, forehead slapping moments...OR as Caglar would say, one of those "offffffff" moments. sheesh, "idle hands ARE the devil's workshop".oddly enough, he also tends to appear when I'm intoxicated.

anyway, back to work : )

b

p.s. I've linked Asim to the site. yes that's right, Asim Baluch.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005 

"one good thing about music is that when it hits, you feel no pain" Bob Marley

quick post....gotta get back to scoring data soon. just waiting for my hair to dry. hmm, now isn't that a very girlish thing to say. wait a minute, there's really no reason why I have to wait for my hair to dry. chalk it up as an excuse to post ; )

I digress.

orite. well I spent most of me day on campus....not too exciting. locked myself in Boon Hwa's study room at Weldon Library (or as I like to call it, my fortress of solitude.) scoring moral judgement surveys...its SO bloody quiet up there. I swear if you listen closely, you'd be able to hear flies fuck. not that there's flies in there. ooOOH no sir. though it smells of my old Yonex racquet bag as I keep my squash gear there ; )

took a break in between there to have lunch with Meliss. well, she had lunch while I had my 4th(or was it 5th? meh, who's counting anymore?) coffee of the day. here's an experiment you can try at home. I've noticed that if you stare at someone eat long enough, they'll get so self-conscious that they'll take extra precaution and in the process, make a bigger mess. but of course, try to stare discretely...if not, that's just wierd. in any event, have fun skiing in Banff Meliss. good thing I don't like snow or I'd actually be green with envy.
here's another thing you can try (I know, I get my jollies from the most bizarre avenues). oh and please don't do this to anyone you actually know and like coz its just rude. as I was galavanting along Orchard Rd in Singapore a few years ago, I noticed that I'd say "thanks a lot" after my purchased goods were handed to me at the counter. and THEN, *chuckles* it hit me. if you say "thanks a lot" really quickly, it sounds like "thanks slut". so I tested it in the next store I went into....y'know just to see if they'd notice. think it was the United Colours of Benetton store. worked like a charm ; ) (and no, I don't have a subconscious hate for women. you kidding? my mother would kill me ; ) )

I'm a sad, sad man......(and at some level, maybe a Fruedian nightmare as well)

right, before I leave, here's some recommended music from Daryl:

"five great songs + 1 bonus song

1) between the bars: Elliott Smith
--best song of all time?

2) in my life: The Beatles
--best song of all time

3) hard drive--Evan Dando
--he gets pretty emosh here

4) cut out: John Frusciante
--at the end of the song, there's a part that sounds like Jimi Hendrix reincarnated as a guitar-playing squid. Gets real emosh.

5) cropduster: Pearl Jam
--makes my ears feel nice.

6) Talk to me, dance with me: Hot Hot Heat
--great use of cow bell."

I can only extrapulate that "emosh" means emotional. while we're at it, here's a great one to start the day with. before you put me under homo-suspicion, try it...trust me on this.

"New Sensation"- INXS
its also a good, versatile "pick me up" track. and alright, I'll fess up. 40 days and 40 nights was on the telly yesterday and when this song came on, it was a fist-clentching "yesss man" moment para mi. as a side note, enjoyable movie that. I forewarn you, its not much of a thinking person's movie though.

on that note,

la'er

p.s. due to the feedback I've garnered with that me/God/Jesus skit, I'm working on another one due out soon. I dunno if I can recreate that level of delirium....but damn it, I'm going to try ; )

Tuesday, February 15, 2005 

six songs and nothing else

quick post. just about to leave campus to begin scoring some surveys and I doubt I'd have the time nor the wherewithall to post later. damn, I'm hungry.
note to self: EAT.

seeing how yesterday merely consisted of manic pacing around my apartment (and in the process running into some walls) instead of a self destructive episode, I've not much to report. in lieu of this, here's 6 songs:

"say yes"-Elliott Smith
for all those half-witted twats who consciously or subconsciously feign depression to garner attention (as I like to call it, the "pity card"), my boy Elliot is the real deal. beautiful songwriter the bloke. check this out, at the zenith of his melancholy, he decided to take his own life. (now your thinking, so fucking what? doesn't that make him a weak coward?) he stabbed himself in the heart. that's conviction. regardless, I think his music speaks for himself. anyway, "say yes" is only one of his many MANY songs so if your thinking of adding to your melodramatic collection of Nick Drake/Damien Rice/Pete Yorn-esque songs, this is what I suggest.

"the chokin' kind"-Joss Stone
methinks I may have found the perfect woman. no really. this lass has got more soul than ANY contemporary soul/r&b artist out there...and yes, even the black ones. I'm not saying that someone like Alicia Keys is utter bollicks, far from. Stone just brings it with more inner essence and honesty, not unlike Aretha/Gladys/Etta. put it this way, she blows me away, the rest don't. whilst listening to this track this morning, the hairs on the back of my neck literally stood...(hmm, it might also have something to do with the volume at which it was played) oh, and she's british : ) right, enough of my creepy infatuation.

"right on time"-O.A.R. (of a revolution)
these guys are just plain fun to listen to. think Dave Matthews meets Bob Marley meets Johnny Cash with a college band rawness. they're essentially a jam band...remember the 15 min songs from the days of yore? take a gander, you won't be disappointed. oh and they do a honky tonk verson of "gin and juice" as well ; )

"sitting, waiting, wishing"-Jack Johnson
this is the first single from Jack's latest album due in 2 weeks (WHOOT!). classic Jack...I first listened to this track about 3 weeks ago lets just say it struck a chord. more like acurately splitting a strand of hair with a razor...thrown from 50 feet. I've recently noticed that Jack's got this knack for playing introspectively gloomy songs with an upbeat twist. another example is "flake" from Brushfire Fairytales.

"red house"-Jimi Hendrix
there're several versions of this timeless track out there. some of the people who have covered it are Buddy Guy, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Johnny Lang, Joe Satriani, even Prince. this is my still my fav though. only because its so raw yet so perfect.

"beyond the sea"-royal crown revue
this song has recently seen a resurgence as a result of that biopic on the life of Bobby Darin. the RCR version has in it a pompous swagger a la neo-"swing kids" that's unrivaled. these cats are just cool. observe:

(Intro from RCR's Caught in the Act: Live)

"Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, welcome to the show. Hey girl, you ain't got time to powder your nose; you can take a second straightening the seams on them silky black hose. And buddy over there if I was you what I would do I'd fasten the seatbelt on my booth; and with the nail of my pinky finger get the spinach off that new gold tooth--cuz we're swiftly approaching the moment of truth."

as Kip Dynamite said "Napolean, I'm sure one day you'll find your soulmate. Peace out"

b

Monday, February 14, 2005 

to kill a mockingbird

this day begun not unlike any other. I had to pop by campus to gather some documents for the increasing pile of work forming on my desk. it has literally become a pile. I figure its gonna be a busy evening...until these sentences were constructed in near unison by 4 different people:

person 1: "hey boon, so what are your plans for tonight?"

person 2: "hey boon, enjoy yourself tonight *wink*"

person 3: "hey boon, I can't believe how expensive those fucking roses are"

person 4: "hey boon, I'm screwed...I can't get a reservation for tonight. do you already have one?"

at which time, Skeeter Davis's "end of the world" began playing in the background. next, my lungs whispered and subsequently whimpered, "oh no~". then my liver said to my lungs "pssst, don't remind him about me coz we both know stomach hasn't had much today. in fact, I think he's only had half a cookie."

crums.

b

"Solitude vivifies. Isolation Kills" - Roux

Sunday, February 13, 2005 

and cary grant said "come over an take a look at my swatches"

first and formost, my apologies for the last post. wasn't exactly ermmm, myself. to get technical about it, I was 4 people. well, 1 person and 3 deities. at least I've been told some of you enjoyed it...at my expense nontheless ; )

ah hah, sunday is upon us once more. or at least the calendar tells me its sunday. temporally speaking, I feel my senses have been suspended in a virtual four dimensional pretzel-like waterslide. on the one hand, time's zipping by but on the other, every moment that passes likens itself to a literal eternity. case in point:

(a synopsis of a msn conversation with Caglar)

me: so how?
Caglar: good and u?
me: I mean how did it go on monday?
Caglar: you mean monday plans?
me: *realising that monday has yet to arrive* I really have to leave the house.
Caglar: ok then, I have to go now.
me: *I really have to leave the house*

MOVING ON....

the weekend well, the weekend... for intents and purposes, worked. went out with the guys on Friday. Brock, Greg, Bobby, Brad and myself had beer, pizza and wings at Kools. at that juncture, Ted, the Mule and Mitch showed up. we popped by the Alex P (where Duane and subsequently, the wives appeared) for a few before ending the evening at Red's. guess its not a bad thing that Mitch owns Red's as it got pretty late. came back, listened to and analysed motown with D. highlight of the night:

(enroute to Red's)

Duane: hey Brock, where's your wife?
Brock: oh she's...*turning around* she's emmm. where IS my wife?
Duane: think you left her at the bar.
Brock: crap *running back*

on Sat, had dim sum with D. bumped into Trev and Jackie at the restaurant. hadn't seen them in quite a bit. chatted about Seseme St and video games. contrary to how odd it sounds, it was actualy a pretty engaging conversation. decided to rent a stupid movie after...so the "Hebrew Hammer" it was. GO WATCH THIS MOVIE. unless of course, you don't like "Undercover Brother" with Jewish people. or unless you don't like Jewish people in general.
for the rest of the day, I simply...."entertained" phonecalls. (speaking of which, can someone tell how to switch the language setttings back to English on a Nokia....in French?? I blame accidental button pushing)

and today. cleaned the flat....took a couple of hours. its amazing how one comes across little things that make you go "ohh this thing....bollicks". its been awhile since the place got a complete "cleansing" ; ) now I'm just sitting in front of the tube watching a rerun of "Sleepless in Seatle".

sitting in front of TV
Originally uploaded by boonaroo.


I've never seen it and have always been curious as to what all the hype was about. its about to end and I must say, or as Al once said(I think) about another flim, "its 32 levels of SUCK". only because its so fantastically irrational. but hey, whoever said *gulp* love was rational right?

and on that note, happy valentine's day people. I realise its a highly commericialised hallmark event but...well-wishes are free. and for those perrenial skeptics, I hope you get laid : )

b

Friday, February 11, 2005 

5:07am mahalo nui loa....(ugh, lu'ulu'u)

me again...awake again. dozed off at 10pm for approximately 4 hours. I figure why break the routine. consistency is good right? then again, Wilde did say once that consistency was the last resort of the unimaginative. wait a minute, this was also the guy who proclaimed that "true friends stab you in the front". hmmm....admittedly so, I prefer the back, but only because I'm used to it. not that there's anything sinister or diabolic about my friends ; )

am I ranting? most difinitively.

me need sleep. too tired to do so.

on the bright side, I'm really caught up on world events. I'm also in the process of learning Hawaiian....for you know, when I eventually move there. what else, oh yes....had a conversation with God. here's a snippet:

me: God, you there?
God: huh? who's this?
me: its Boon.
God: who? how do you spell that?
me: B-O-O-N. wait a minute, aren't you supposed to know that?
God: oh yes, yes, I remember you. though ever since Jesus moved back home, I've been in semi-retirement. he's better with the new fanged gizmos in the business. wanna talk to him instead? he's more updated on you....plus I'm watching the Golden Girls.
me: sure.
God: one sec....GEEEEZZZ!! its one of your non-Christian cases!
*rustling, clomp, clomp, clomp*
Jesus: hey gumball. so when are you switching teams? I mean, I thought that Bukit Timah church camp and those years in Catholic school would've done the trick. what more do you want....a miracle?

me: oh yah that, its nothing personal.... just that this whole Buddhism gig seems to jive better with me. less rules, more relaxed, simple and to the point. and all the kids in Hollywood are doing it. though you guys ARE a close second. as I don't speak Tamil, Hinduism gets confusing after awhile and with Islam well, I don't know if I can put in that type of commitment...and I like pork chops way too much.

Jesus: that's fair enough. I guess its my job to forgive. just remember, fire and brimstone's not fun....just ask Chauchescu and Pinochet. they're having a hell of time playing scrabble for all eternity....in Japanese. just so you know, I'm just kidding about the hell thing......not really.....guess you'll just have to find out....not really. meh, or I could always just use the tried and tested method and get you to marry a Catholic girl. you ARE still into girls right? ANYWAY, what can I do for you?

me: errr, yes I am. well, this past while hasn't been the best what with grad school dragging on, Liverpool not doing well, and the odd kerfuffles with the female of the species. just wanted to see if you guys were fucking with me? I mean seriously now.

Jesus: *chuckle* the gang IS having a good laugh about it up here. but no, we're not fucking with you. I spoke to Buddha about it, he also seems think of it as character-building. he also said something about karma but I tend to tune out when he gets into that crap. Morever, I never stay in his office for too long....I'm allergic to the insense.

me: ahhhh....in that case, can you at least give me something to sleep better?
Jesus: I'll send some Engelbert Humperdinck CDs your way.
me: cool.
Jesus: hey gumball, I gotta go. I've got 2,499,235,923 born-again nutbars on the other lines. man I seriously need to have a talk with Benny Hinn about this.
me: oh snap. aiight. thanks for chatting. later.
Jesus: good luck with the Hawaiian. later....or should I say "Kaikuaʻana aku"


righto....think I'll go find some food. then school.

b

Thursday, February 10, 2005 

boy interrupted

sleep deprived. ooo lordy am I ever sleep deprived. I keep waking up in the middle of the night (twice) for no apparent reason. once at 2:30/3 and then at 5/6am. at this juncture I'm not even looking for REM....uninterrupted slumber would be nice. so hey, if anyone wants to get your picture taken with a bonafied sleepwalker, I don't stray far from my usual haunts. just keep your ears peeled for the zombie-esque "uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh........."

on another note, I counted the number of surveys before I departed for school this morni..emmm, afternoon. semi good news: I'm up to 70. the flip side is, I've fulfilled my quota for females (hmm, that sounds all sorts of wierd). which means...hounding guys down. and that's never fun.
the way I see it, filling out a questionairre is quite possibly the last bastion of the selfless act. "karmacally" speaking, you can't go wrong ; ) so as they say in M'sia/S'pore: WHY YOU SO LIKE DAT?? WAH LAU! COME ON LAH! (btw the last and only cassette I own now is the "kopi kat klan". remember them? I mean cassettes as well)

ok that's the most Manglish/Singlish this site will ever see.

ummm, not much else....oh yah, Ciara was in town yesterday. we drank, we gossiped, we laughed, we plotted the eventual demise of innocent, unsuspecting mutuals (this time, she wants Arthur to get her a puppy). y'know the drill. how it got to be like this I dunno. I guess we just bring out the Mr Hyde (or take your pick from any Aiyatolla circa 1984) in each other. at any rate, twas good to see the old girl again.
oh, and because I had a few drinks, I was under the impression that I'd finally be able to get some sleep. no such luck. although my siesta wasn't interrupted, I had one of those "involved", "tiring" dreams. y'know the one, where all your repressed memories are hanging out with you in a small room? that one. and lemme tell you, I've got more repressed memories than an incest victim from Oklahoma. as a result, I awoke exhausted with a less-than-triumphant "fuuckk".

right, on that note, I'm off.

b

Tuesday, February 08, 2005 

the year of the cock(erel)

so happy new year to all my fellow chinamen....well the halfies also deserve a shout out. but only half as much ; )

not really big on horoscopes but this is mine for 2005:

The spunky Monkey is the original party animal! Charming and energetic, Monkeys crave fun, activity and stimulation. They truly know how to have a good time and can often be seen swinging from one group of friends to another, attracting a motley crew in the process. Always upbeat, they are considered minor celebrities in their circle thanks to their sparkling wit and that rapier-sharp mind. Perhaps surprisingly, Monkeys are also good listeners and tackle complicated situations with ease. This Sign's natural curiosity lends it the desire to become knowledgeable on a broad range of topics. Monkeys have a show-off side that loves nothing more than to dazzle their pals with all they know.

- that's cool right?

The Monkey tends to be rather accident-prone due to a certain lack of very high morals. This Sign's first interest is pursuing its own pleasure; this is not a malicious interest, it's just the way the Monkey is. However, this kind of carefree self-involvement can lead to all kinds of scrapes. In love, the Monkey makes a fun, exciting lover -- but one that may have the potential to stray romantically. The good news is, the Monkey’s glib manner and witty repartee can often get this Sign out of a scrape. Perhaps not everyone will be won over by the Monkey -- but do you think the Monkey really cares? The Monkey's world, full of devil-may-care energy and revelry, isn't for everyone. Remember, though, it's not that this Sign is mean; it might just be a bit too curious for its own good. Monkeys often feel the need to try everything at least once, which can make for a merry-go-round of relationships.

-oh god no. really?

The Monkey's love of self-indulgence can also lead to other types of trouble. This Sign may have limited self-control concerning food, alcohol and other pleasurable activities. It's party time all the time for the Monkey, yet when it leads to a monster hangover or a shattered heart (generally someone else's, not theirs), this Sign might actually show a touch of remorse. They won't flat-out admit the error of their ways, but at least they'll pull back and try to tone things down -- for a while.

-*gasp*

Monkeys must try to learn to think of others ahead of themselves, at least some of the time. This Sign's world will be more complete once it realizes the world doesn't revolve around it.

-lies...damn lies!

The most compatible match for a Monkey is the Rat or the Dragon.

-or of course the ever so elusive "dragonrat".

maybe I'm one of those larger slower-moving monkeys...like a gorilla or orang utan.
well that's food for thought. not good food though....more like marshmellows or jerky.

b

Monday, February 07, 2005 

dead kittens aren't much fun

been highly irritable today. y'know those instances where you can literally feel your skin creeping? well, up the "creeping factor" by about 84. why? fuck I dunno. mood swings have always been part and parcel of my being. the earlier part of the day was well - for all intents and purposes - well and good. not now though. oh definately not now. methinks that the mere sight of kittens at this moment might land me in the throws of a homicidal rampage.
pleargh.

good thing I'm home for the day.

won't write more, here's 5 songs (re: mulgrew):

1. "chloe dancer/crown of thorns" mother love bone
most of you will remember this song as the song from "Singles" (1992). I still find it odd that I've never been able to rent it at any video store in London. well, for those of you who haven't seen it, consider it a way better version of "reality bites" set in the Seatle grunge (now that's a word we've not head in awhile) scene. I think it stands at one of the most memorable movie related music of a forgone generation. harken back to the days of "save the rainforest" stickers.

2. "hunger strike" temple of the dog
hmmm, seeing a pattern forming here. here, the combined vocals of Chris Cornell and Eddie Veder are simply sublime. I'm not going to elaborate on the genesis of this band/project as its long and complicated. for a complete history of green river, mudhoney, mother love bone, pearl jam, soundgarden, and temple of the dog, go here: http://www.reachdown.com/history.shtml

3. "vagabond parade" sunchild
sunchild was Donavon Frankenreiter's previous band. its quite different from his currently more mellow, soulful sound. the name was taken from a William Blake poem. I believe it was from "the little black boy" though I might be mistaken. anyway, this band sounds like they belong in the same era as clapton, santana, hendrix, the allman brothers, etc....you get in idea. its good, give it a gander.

4. "midnight train to georgia" gladys knight and the pips
one word: classic.

5. "please bleed" ben harper
this is one powerful song. the desperation in his voice is most disconcerting. I'm convinced that when he preformed this on the "Live from Mars" album, he was on the verge of tears.


...and I'm off.

b

Sunday, February 06, 2005 

on trumpets and prawn rolls

ah yes...another Sunday....another week. its been a doosie, and I for one am glad its over.

the weekend turned out to be relatively low key for the most part. two things seem to grace the highlight reel of my malfunctioning psyche.

1. Steph's birthday proceedings at the Black trumpet yesterday. as I mentioned in the previous post, the usual suspects were in attendance aka, the crew from Double-Down, the guys from Source (who are always worth a laugh or three), Liisha's...ummm...new "man friend" Josh (?), Lauren, Meliss, Kev, and myself. I believe that's everyone. apparently I've been told that I employ some sort of "ranking system" pertaining to the frequency and sequence of people who make the posts. heheh, get over your insecurities people. its a blog, I'm not exactly deciding who makes into heaven : ) though THAT would be cool. heaven would be a VERY different place. and yes let me make it clear right now, in the case that I'm given that luxury, I WILL be taking bribes. hmm, going a little off topic here.....

in any event, dinner turned out well. I've always enjoyed dinning at the Trumpet. might have something to do with the Balinese/Banyan Tree-esque decor. ahh home...*sniff* I thought the private room atop the restaurant was a nice touch as well. food was impecable, wine list was relatively extensive. everyone gets along well with everyone else. so yes yes....the evening could not have gone badly. and it lived up to expectations though I won't bore you with a detailed commentary. I WILL say this much, "news spreads fast and....thank goodness for good friends". even if it comprises pointing and laughing ; )

the evening proceeded accordingly, yada yada yada.....

2. been feasting on CNY pastries. ooh wow, have I feasting on CNY pastries. its been 2 days and I've already finished 3 tins. buddha bless these scrumptious morsels.

and that concludes this days newscast.

b

Friday, February 04, 2005 

slippers in the snow

disclaimer: the first section comprises the result of an introspective interrogative session. so if thou hast not the time nor patience to read it, I apologise and scroll down.

_______________________________________________________

today, is one of those days. repression, or more aptly put, the failure to successfully repress has finally reared its ugly head. oddly enough, things with the thesis has gotten a bit clearer. think its got something to do with the subject matter.

today, I can't get Leyuze out of my head. its a tad bit ironic as its one of the "nicer" days of winter yet I was cooped up in my flat entrenched in deep thought for most of it. a lot of its very confusing but a few things are unmistakebly obvious.

1. I'm mentally drained from this whole ordeal. I appreciate the "stand-by-me-ness" of my fellow compadres but if I'm asked to explain what happened to another soul I think I might just implode.

2. I absolutely loathe (and also equally amazed at) how things have quickly deteriorated. won't get into details, but lets just say that I'm extremely uncomfortable with leaving things as it is. call me selfish but (issues regarding respecting boundaries notwithstanding), I want to make things better.

as far as foresight into what I envision such ameliorative endeavours are to accomplish, and precisely how the dynamics of such a process are to take shape, I've not the foggiest inkling of a clue. that aside, I can admit this much, its not sitting well with yours truly whatsoever, and I think I can safely say that to an extent, I miss the lass.

------------------------------------------------------------
back to your regularly scheduled programming
------------------------------------------------------------

so today was nice day. spent a couple of hours in uni but decided to come home as the lab was well....NOISEY. in any event, twas a whole 3 degrees above freezing point. after weeks of horrendously wretched temperatures, it felt like Tioman Island. so I said fuck it and broke out the slippers. heheh, you can take the boy out of the tropics but you can't take the tropics out of the boy. just imagine, sunday's going to be 11 degrees!! yes yes. might be a day for shorts mon ami ; )

hopefully the weather brings with it more surveys as well. *searching for baton to begin beating people into submission*

umm, went over to Myra and Dennis's last night. they prepared a feast. yum. ugh, and she's flying back to Singapore next week. I hope it rains. : )

but on another note, the care package has arrived. I've yet to open the (HUGE) box but I'm sure the contents are going to leave me sprawled across the living room too full to move.

nothing much else to report but Stephie's b-day shindig at the Black Trumpet this weekend. the usual suspects will be in attendence I expect.

*sniff* gawd I smell....shower time.

boon

Thursday, February 03, 2005 

let disgestion commence

sitting....in lab...just had lunch....feeling sleepy...entertaining....or pondering....errr...thoughts.....on....generalities.....and....specifics....hoping coffee will provide much needed jolt.....of....inspiration

this is what I hope to happen:

"ZZZZING!!" *envision spring flowers blooming at a time-lapsed rate, or a slow-motioned lighting of bulb, or the crew of the Voyager finding their way back into the Alpha Quadrant* work breezing by at breakneck speeds.

what will prolly happen:

*envision a skater slipping on a rail landing with the bar between his legs* ......... words on the screen slowly turning into Farsi.

whilst engaging in "self" to "me" dialogue last night concerning the state/progression/history of things, it dawned on me:

self: hey gumball, I was thinking....
me: eh?
self: if your life wasn't, well....YOUR life. its actually pretty funny. sitcom material in fact. look look, picture this...

(matthew perry as you): why, wh, wh, wHY, WHY WHY?!? could it BE any more ridiculous?

*scuttling off to find a pad to pen a letter to NBC*

me: *listless* I hope you get an unreachable rash.


ok this is getting creepy. back to work.

b

Wednesday, February 02, 2005 

momma said there'd be days like this

well, sorry(hmm, been using this word with head-spinning frequency lately) to report, not too much of cosmic importance occurred yesterday.

here it is:

left uni at 6pm with D. enroute home, we decided that our stomachs were screaming for dinner. initital plan: Barakat. then it dawned on us....not tonight, tonight might be an occasion for the greatest food in the world. Fried Chicken. not just any old fried chicken no....no KFC tonight...tonight isn't the night for suburban rednecks, tonight we venture into the wilds of London for some Mary Browns. there's just something about a chicken joint suspended in the 1970s that screams "goood grub". wood grained vinyl everywhere, orange tiles, and must MUST not forget, the cheap knock off matchbox cars. it brings me back to when White Castle was in JB.

the rest of the night consisted of well, Americana: over indulgence, over eating, getting fat, being unapologetic about it, senselessly watching TV, and oh yah....motown. and something about writting a broadway musical I recall.

another thing...Chinese New Year is upon us I've been told. next wed I believe? Annette mentioned it to me....at least this time I heard about it from family not from some coversation with a random white dude as was the case last year.

RWD: its cold out eh?
me: *pondering whether to pretend I don't speack English*...yah man.
RWD: oh btw, gong hey fat choi!
me: huh?
RWD: GONG HEY FAT CHOI. you ARE chinese right? I've got lots of chinese friends.
me: what's that gotta do with anything?
RWD: chinese new year?

what I should've said: congratulations on your chinese friends, hope you collect the whole set. firstly, your intonation is oh so bad....secondly, not all Chinese people speak Cantonese. in fact I think its one hell of a replusive dialect only reserved for drug addicts, lepers and people from Hong Kong. but hey, that's just me. (that was a really BAD day for me)

me: *realised that a caucasian just reminded me of CNY* oh yah...gong hey fat choi.

anyway, mother has sent a care package from home with all sorts of goodies. WHOOT!! :D or lemme see if this works....HUZZAH!! :D umm, nah, not feeling it....


nothing much else to write about so following in Jason Mulgrew's footsteps, here its:

5 Songs

"High Tide, Low Tide" - Jack Johnson and Ben Harper's rendition of a Bob Marley song.
if this does not relax you, I think you might need vallium.

"Place Your Hands" - Reef
first time I heard this I thought that CCR was back in business. I shit you not, the lead sounds identical to John Fogerty. raw, musical goodness. anyway, its a fantastic southern rock staple. ironically enough, they're British. hmmm, I guess that's why the Kings of Leon are huge in the UK now.

"Slowdance Anywhere I Go" - Crush Luther
alright, I'll come clean, this band is really not my style. a bit too teeny boppery for my liking though the dude can belt a mean tune. plus, there's a line in there that goes "forget the romance, tie me to the bed frame". it always makes me chuckle coz these are kids singing. then the songs goes on this strange romance progresses between these two people. its actually kinda sweet. oh...these are also Parker's buddies from Toronto. gotta plug the indy guys y'know.

"You Hurry Love" - Diana Ross and the Supremes
hey fools, if you can't appreciate Diana, I'm afraid we can't be friends. I think this song is on coz me and D were talking about motown yesterday. plus, if you listen carefully, you'll realise that Jet conveniantly "appropriated" the beginning of this song for "are you gonna be my girl".

"TV Party" -Black Flag
I know....what the fuck right? I blame Ted. his odd musical taste has rubbed off on me. I like this song coz there's a very strong underlying social commentary entrenched in the lyrics. something about the alienation of societies youth with mass media and mass consumption. and this was in the early 80s.

ok...zats it for today.

b

Tuesday, February 01, 2005 

on pitchforks and asbestos

ahoy.

well I can go and talk about Leyuze but truth be told, its going to be painful and annoying for my other readers. or actually, wait a minute, something tells me they MIGHT embrace cruel and unsual punishment with more excitement and fervor than initially expected. these ARE people I know and you know what they say: "birds of a feather...." at any rate, this is hardly the appropriate forum for such issues. I think I've done enough harm.

so note to people who don't know me that well: beneath this strikingly flawless facade(commence pointing and laughing....now) lies the inner workings of a village idiot.

moving on....err...hmmm...*scratches head*. fuck. how about them Jays?

no really, I'm not going to bore y'all(too many pitchforks lately-check comments on previous post) with thesis talk either.

this is harder than I thought. well, just let me do some stuff today worth writting about(cue fleeing hoardes) and then I'll get back to you. in the mean time, here's an article:

Only in Malaysia does this make the news:

"Group wants seven pillars in front of mosque removed
By June Ramli

KUALA LUMPUR, Tues:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

THREE is not enough, say the Federal Territory Malaysian Indian Muslim Association.
It wants all seven pillars at the entrance of the Masjid India mosque to go.

Its president, Jamarulkhan Kadir, said that although they were grateful with City Hall’s decision to remove three pillars, they want all seven to be removed to make the mosque entrance more visible.

Federal Territories Minister Tan Sri Isa Samad said City Hall was in the midst of working out the cost of removal for the three pillars. It would also look into the effect the removal of the pillars would have on the RM10 million building fronting the mosque."


Buddha bless my muslim brethren.


b