Yeah!! Finally I have time to sit down and do nothing. Okay. No more rants.
Damn. Now I have nothing else to write.
Damn. Now I have nothing else to write.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Monday, August 25, 2003
I've been neglecting a lot of things in the past week, most due to immense pressure from unending piles of homework. Since pressure is equal to force/area, and the weight of a pile of papers can be surprising, I'm sure the built up pressure would cave in someday and make me snap and then I'll go beserk and kill off half a dozen people before shooting myself in the head.
But the good news aside, I've been thinking. I've been thinking on some things which I give some people, and some things which I don't give some people. I'm talking about respect and trust. Its all well and wonderful if I decide to respect and trust someone, but more often than not, no one, I feel deserves these two aspects without much rigorous trials, which sometimes, even a friendship cannot survive.
I have friends, some whom I trust, others whom I respect. Plus a lucky few whom I trust and respect, and a lucky many I don't trust, neither do I respect at all. I don't know why I hold these two aspects in high virtue. Perhaps it is because I believe that these are the highest honours than can be bestowed upon another person by anyone. It is not easy to earn someone's trust or respect, and all the more it is not easy to trust or respect just about anyone.
Respectable qualities are a strong leadership, a good moral sense of judgement, a strong personal character, conviction in self, and empathy. There are a lot more respectable qualities, but even so, not everyone is respectable. Just as arrogance, pride and contemptuous attitude are abhorrent, respectable people are those who do not display these qualities. There is no way one can judge a respectable person by a checklist of qualities, but merely by good judgement, gut feeling and hindsight.
So it is with trustable qualities, such as honesty and morality. Whether or not a person is trustable, depends on his interaction with others. So basically I guess when it boils down to the end, I don't trust a lot of people, especially you.
But the good news aside, I've been thinking. I've been thinking on some things which I give some people, and some things which I don't give some people. I'm talking about respect and trust. Its all well and wonderful if I decide to respect and trust someone, but more often than not, no one, I feel deserves these two aspects without much rigorous trials, which sometimes, even a friendship cannot survive.
I have friends, some whom I trust, others whom I respect. Plus a lucky few whom I trust and respect, and a lucky many I don't trust, neither do I respect at all. I don't know why I hold these two aspects in high virtue. Perhaps it is because I believe that these are the highest honours than can be bestowed upon another person by anyone. It is not easy to earn someone's trust or respect, and all the more it is not easy to trust or respect just about anyone.
Respectable qualities are a strong leadership, a good moral sense of judgement, a strong personal character, conviction in self, and empathy. There are a lot more respectable qualities, but even so, not everyone is respectable. Just as arrogance, pride and contemptuous attitude are abhorrent, respectable people are those who do not display these qualities. There is no way one can judge a respectable person by a checklist of qualities, but merely by good judgement, gut feeling and hindsight.
So it is with trustable qualities, such as honesty and morality. Whether or not a person is trustable, depends on his interaction with others. So basically I guess when it boils down to the end, I don't trust a lot of people, especially you.
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
What to write? What to write?!?!!!
Writer's block. This sucks.
Oh yeah, I just heard the funniest song on radio last night. Granted I've heard other sorts of crap before, but this one was uniquely unique, as it was on radio. It was the Fast Food Song. Lyrics go as such:
"Can I take your order please?"
Oooooooooh
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
(chorus)
A Pizza Hut
A Pizza Hut
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
A Pizza Hut
A Pizza Hut
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
Mc. Donalds
Mc. Donalds
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
Mc. Donalds
Mc. Donalds
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
You like it, you love it
You know you really want it
The voices I hear whenever you're around
I want it, I need it
Nothing else can beat it
Hot and spicy
Whenever I'm around your town
Enticing, Exciting
The aroma's so inviting
And when it hits me, I wanna take you home
Trust me, you must see
Just what you're doing to me
Driving me crazy, hungry to the bone
I think of you and lick my lips
You've got that taste I can't resist
Can't resist, can't resist
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
Chorus
"Would you like that to go?"
"Any sauces?"
You're spicy and yawny
You know me off my 2 feet
You're chunky and hunky
I'm coming back for more
You're tasteful embraces
I've got us in your braces
Just savour, the flavours
Just waiting at your door
I think of you and lick my lips
You've got that taste I can't resist
Can't resist, can't resist
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
Chorus
"Does anyone fancy a shake?"
"Shake"
"Shake it to the left"
"Shake it to the right"
"Let's shake!"
I think of you and lick my lips
You've got that taste I can't resist
Can't resist, can't resist
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
Chorus
Chorus
Writer's block. This sucks.
Oh yeah, I just heard the funniest song on radio last night. Granted I've heard other sorts of crap before, but this one was uniquely unique, as it was on radio. It was the Fast Food Song. Lyrics go as such:
"Can I take your order please?"
Oooooooooh
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
(chorus)
A Pizza Hut
A Pizza Hut
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
A Pizza Hut
A Pizza Hut
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
Mc. Donalds
Mc. Donalds
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
Mc. Donalds
Mc. Donalds
Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut
You like it, you love it
You know you really want it
The voices I hear whenever you're around
I want it, I need it
Nothing else can beat it
Hot and spicy
Whenever I'm around your town
Enticing, Exciting
The aroma's so inviting
And when it hits me, I wanna take you home
Trust me, you must see
Just what you're doing to me
Driving me crazy, hungry to the bone
I think of you and lick my lips
You've got that taste I can't resist
Can't resist, can't resist
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
Chorus
"Would you like that to go?"
"Any sauces?"
You're spicy and yawny
You know me off my 2 feet
You're chunky and hunky
I'm coming back for more
You're tasteful embraces
I've got us in your braces
Just savour, the flavours
Just waiting at your door
I think of you and lick my lips
You've got that taste I can't resist
Can't resist, can't resist
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
Chorus
"Does anyone fancy a shake?"
"Shake"
"Shake it to the left"
"Shake it to the right"
"Let's shake!"
I think of you and lick my lips
You've got that taste I can't resist
Can't resist, can't resist
"Let's eat.. To the beat!"
Chorus
Chorus
Thursday, August 07, 2003
Making the Blue Cheese Moon
Contrary to popular belief, the Moon which orbits around the Earth is made from blue cheese. The myth that it is a chunk of rock that has somehow orbited around the Earth since the beginning of time has fallen flat on its face many times in explaining the inexplicable phenomena associated with the Moon. No one could explain the exact composition of this piece of matter, no one could explain where it came from, and no one could understand what effect it has on the world. This myth has been perpetuated by none other than dairy companies, in a mad bid to mine blue cheese from space and import it back to Earth. This conspiracy is very much needed as there has been some ownership issues currently being resolved over the Moon. Just as it is a well-known fact that there exists oil in the icy regions of Antartica, and oil companies are rushing to exploit it, only to be stopped by environmentalists, dairy companies have taken a step back and hid the fact that the moon was made of blue cheese and resort to underhanded methods by covering up the truth and then reaping the monetary benefits.
It was once ago, when men had the wisdom to realise that the Moon was made from blue cheese. Look up to the sky in a good clear night, and you'll see this blue hanging orb left in the starry starry night. And it is pockmarked with so many wholes, that it really does resemble blue cheese. And if it looks like blue cheese, is blue like blue cheese and has as many holes as blue cheese, is it blue cheese then?
Though NASA has sent men to the Moon and allegedly brough back moon rocks, it must be clarified that NASA has been misinformed of the composition of the moon rock. Actually it is hardened cheese crust and because when you leave cheese up there in space and all the vacuum up there gets to it, and the constant shining of the sun, the moon dries up and hardens on the other side, and then it gets misidentified as rock. Perhaps if Neil Armstrong did take off his helmet there and then in space, he would take a nibble of moon rock and learn that it is one of the best cheese he has ever tasted because it has been there since the beginning of time.
Therefore it is without a doubt there has been many misconceptions about the Moon and its origin, but when you really think about the Moon and blue cheese, you would come to the conclusion it is made of blue cheese.
Contrary to popular belief, the Moon which orbits around the Earth is made from blue cheese. The myth that it is a chunk of rock that has somehow orbited around the Earth since the beginning of time has fallen flat on its face many times in explaining the inexplicable phenomena associated with the Moon. No one could explain the exact composition of this piece of matter, no one could explain where it came from, and no one could understand what effect it has on the world. This myth has been perpetuated by none other than dairy companies, in a mad bid to mine blue cheese from space and import it back to Earth. This conspiracy is very much needed as there has been some ownership issues currently being resolved over the Moon. Just as it is a well-known fact that there exists oil in the icy regions of Antartica, and oil companies are rushing to exploit it, only to be stopped by environmentalists, dairy companies have taken a step back and hid the fact that the moon was made of blue cheese and resort to underhanded methods by covering up the truth and then reaping the monetary benefits.
It was once ago, when men had the wisdom to realise that the Moon was made from blue cheese. Look up to the sky in a good clear night, and you'll see this blue hanging orb left in the starry starry night. And it is pockmarked with so many wholes, that it really does resemble blue cheese. And if it looks like blue cheese, is blue like blue cheese and has as many holes as blue cheese, is it blue cheese then?
Though NASA has sent men to the Moon and allegedly brough back moon rocks, it must be clarified that NASA has been misinformed of the composition of the moon rock. Actually it is hardened cheese crust and because when you leave cheese up there in space and all the vacuum up there gets to it, and the constant shining of the sun, the moon dries up and hardens on the other side, and then it gets misidentified as rock. Perhaps if Neil Armstrong did take off his helmet there and then in space, he would take a nibble of moon rock and learn that it is one of the best cheese he has ever tasted because it has been there since the beginning of time.
Therefore it is without a doubt there has been many misconceptions about the Moon and its origin, but when you really think about the Moon and blue cheese, you would come to the conclusion it is made of blue cheese.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
I had a very interesting experience last Saturday. It was a very unique experience which provided lots of insight into the human psyche. The experience itself was so completely new and alien to me, and that made it all the more fascinating, particularly to be in my shoes, to look through my eyes and feel how wierd it was.
Not to make a big deal about it, but in short I was imbibed, intoxicated and lost a little of myself somewhere back in that room of flashing lights and hazy air. And despite the pounding bass, the flashing psychedelic lights and the fact that all my senses were dulled to the extent that everything was surreal, my mind was sharp, trying to describe this very feeling and this very moment that was perhaps a very fascinating side of life, which I never thought existed.
If you could look through my eyes there, you'd see so many people, just cramped up in a little space there, wildly gesturing and swinging to some sort of repeated monotone, in some sort of bizarre ritual. The haze contributed significantly to the surreal nature of the place, as with some sort of blue unearthly glow that emmanated from all corners of the room. Somehow, that place made me think of hell, where all humanity seems to cease, and all you have is writhing limbs, shaking heads and lots and lots of deep resonating music. It was like the devil playing to some tune, and you'd dance to it, you'd dance to make yourself get high, you'd dance no matter what, you'd dance and no one did care. It was a room filled with people; cramped with people in fact. But despite the crowd, it was a personal thing, you and your music, there was no need to care what everyone else was doing. Inside your head and all, you could be alone, and no one cared.
And the room starts spinning, and you get disorientated. But it makes you feel further away. Further away from the reality that you live in. All there exists now is that room, that music and your mind. All fused together. And the only thing that wasn't real in this unholy alliance was your mind. Thoughts don't flow anymore. All you try to do is catch yourself with this disorienting feeling, and then suddenly, the cigarette smoke gets stronger, the lights get brighter, and the music pounds louder. And all you see is the brilliant flashes over the frenzied crowd. And you are part of that animalistic crowd. Dancing to some sort of barbaric ritual, each imbibed on their own poison. Each and everyone of them lost, and although they are all together in the same crowd, everyone was alone in their own mind, for there was no humanity around anymore.
And then you let go too.
Not to make a big deal about it, but in short I was imbibed, intoxicated and lost a little of myself somewhere back in that room of flashing lights and hazy air. And despite the pounding bass, the flashing psychedelic lights and the fact that all my senses were dulled to the extent that everything was surreal, my mind was sharp, trying to describe this very feeling and this very moment that was perhaps a very fascinating side of life, which I never thought existed.
If you could look through my eyes there, you'd see so many people, just cramped up in a little space there, wildly gesturing and swinging to some sort of repeated monotone, in some sort of bizarre ritual. The haze contributed significantly to the surreal nature of the place, as with some sort of blue unearthly glow that emmanated from all corners of the room. Somehow, that place made me think of hell, where all humanity seems to cease, and all you have is writhing limbs, shaking heads and lots and lots of deep resonating music. It was like the devil playing to some tune, and you'd dance to it, you'd dance to make yourself get high, you'd dance no matter what, you'd dance and no one did care. It was a room filled with people; cramped with people in fact. But despite the crowd, it was a personal thing, you and your music, there was no need to care what everyone else was doing. Inside your head and all, you could be alone, and no one cared.
And the room starts spinning, and you get disorientated. But it makes you feel further away. Further away from the reality that you live in. All there exists now is that room, that music and your mind. All fused together. And the only thing that wasn't real in this unholy alliance was your mind. Thoughts don't flow anymore. All you try to do is catch yourself with this disorienting feeling, and then suddenly, the cigarette smoke gets stronger, the lights get brighter, and the music pounds louder. And all you see is the brilliant flashes over the frenzied crowd. And you are part of that animalistic crowd. Dancing to some sort of barbaric ritual, each imbibed on their own poison. Each and everyone of them lost, and although they are all together in the same crowd, everyone was alone in their own mind, for there was no humanity around anymore.
And then you let go too.
