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Sunday, April 30, 2006 More blabber Ono: if you were me would you shave? R: nah Ono: why not? R: I wanna see how I look like with moustache Ono: eh for my birthday present buy me Gillete R: huahahaha :: R: seriously, what is there to shave? Ono: hair Ah yea my cousin's getting married today. To this woman who's named after the day she's born (which makes me thankful that I'm not called Tuesda actually). Congratulations cousin. Grinning Goat at 4/30/2006 11:25:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Thy names There's this band who call themselves mi lu bing in Superband (talking about Superband, that show alone is enough grounds for crime. Nobody and I mean NOBODY can sing without some off tunes in between. Well more than some actually but I'll leave the bad-mouthing for another time). Lost soldiers. And I thought at first it's lost ice (which is even more ridiculous). Then there's this band who's called Bun. Yesh ladies and gentleman, our breakfast. See if I'm to have my own band (no disrespect to CAC but I can't actually change the official name of the band which is CAC so CAC doesn't apply here). As a rule of the thumb, no numbers shall be attached to the band name. If it's a random number it's ridiculous and if it's not well using the band name FIVE because your manager's office number is five and is located on the fifth floor doesn't sound very brilliant to me to tell you the truth. Let's spew out some names. Ehem, rip some I mean. Crazy compulsions. Alright that's enough ripping for today. Ima go to bed. Have I told you I absolutely loveeeee jazzz? Grinning Goat at 4/30/2006 12:48:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Blabber You know what's my plan for the holiday? What? I'm going to learn some chinese. And? And play some piano. And? That's it. Isn't that enough? I meant the more achievable ones. Oh Grinning Goat at 4/30/2006 12:29:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Fancy terms Parno means paranoid. I just know that. I thought it sounded like porn. You know what would be nice? To listen to music like how a blind man listens. To carry songs in your head. Not thoughts and questions. But melodies. Not fear and doubt but rhythm. Not anxiety. But chords. Not the weight of the world. But the primitive sonance of a drum beat. Grinning Goat at 4/30/2006 12:11:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Saturday, April 29, 2006 Good day I should probably stop visiting this place so often but I was listening to this song. And if there's one song that describes my present state of mind it's this. I woke up early in my room Wait for my alarm to go I think about the things I've gotta do Damn, my mind is gonna blow I'm freaking out, about what's ahead Maybe I'll just stay in bed 'Cause it's no fun to be the one going out of my head So I tell it to myself again You're looking for something you can't find If you give it up, you'll lose your mind There's always something in your way What can you say? You're gonna have good day Grinning Goat at 4/29/2006 12:15:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Friday, April 28, 2006 Courtesy of Rickey I'm just copying and pasting it here. It's not so much the content (although I kinda agree with him) as how he said it. "OK - how many transformations does Paris Bennett need to go through before her grandmother is satisfied with her "look"? C'mon! During the opening sequence, I thought: who's this new girl. And then I realized, oh, it's Paris -- right after Ryan Seacrest said she was Paris. It's one thing to be fashionable, which isn't the case really, even if Paris said she was fashionable in her video (LOL) -- but to be completely unrecognizable week after week after week. That's a problem. Even her picture on the official Fox website doesn't look like her. Argh. She really needs a stylist. It's not working at the moment, and I hope her team will see the light. You're still one of my favorites Paris! I know you can't fire grandma, but get a stylist please." God. I think I'm starting to root for Chris. What a wonderful world was temptation enough but Have you ever really loved a woman was it. I can't deny it now. On a totally separate note, Taylor has something going on with him too. And Mcphee. Ok repeat after me folks, I'm not fickle-minded, I'm not fickle-minded, I'm not fickle-minded. Grinning Goat at 4/28/2006 10:32:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} The bleeding mastiff This stupid dog (contrary to the title, it's far from being a mastiff, it's just this puny little thing with a loud bark to boot), it's barking whenever I go to the kitchen. I'm a neighbour for goodness sake. You know considering this dog stays in a flat, it's kind of hard not to bark itself hoarse if it's determined to bark at every strangers that happen to poke their head out, eh? I mean imagine, to the right, left, one floor up, one floor down, one flat across. And now that there's some painting work being done in our block (which translates to alot of strangers hanging out the window), this dog's gonna get busy. I wonder if they invent strepsils for dogs. Grinning Goat at 4/28/2006 08:48:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Thursday, April 27, 2006 Babbles R: ooohhh ice creammmm Ono: eh that's wedy's R: you think? Ono: yea her friend gave it to her R: no her friend did not Ono: how do you know? R: I bought it with her Grinning Goat at 4/27/2006 10:21:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} I concur It was said that if God has a voice, he would sound like Andrea Bocelli. I concur. It's the one voice that can move mountains. Or so I told Ono before he laughed. He thinks I was being too corny for my own good. Grinning Goat at 4/27/2006 08:59:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} A little sense of humour never hurts anyone I stumbled on this just now. It's amazing the kind of stuff you can get from wikipedia considering it claims that it's well an encyclopedia. Thought tis worth sharing. April 1, 2006 was an April Fool's Day falling on a Saturday. Some noteworthy hoaxes for this year are listed below. For a more extensive list of hoaxes Complete List. Http://2006.com adopted a Google-like layout Airliners.net changed their colours saying, "With over 98% male users, Airliners.net needs to take major action to attract more female visitors." Vanilla Coke rumors began circulating around the internet that Coca-Cola was going to discontinue its popular selling vanilla flavored cola in favor of a new diet version of Coca-Cola called Coca-Cola unsweetened. GameFAQs hosted an image that said stated, "You can cheat but you can't hide" [1] logo. They explained that GameFAQs had been shut down by a group of game programmers. Their reasoning was that people who cheated at video games cheated game developers that had spent hundreds of hours developing it. Visitors who scrolled down to the end of the page got a notice that said that it was just an April Fool's joke and that they would be redirected in 60 seconds. Apress Merger Apress announced it was merging with O'Reilly to form O'Really textfiles.com, claims to have merged with Google to form Toogle. Yahoo.com showed a fake news video about the New York City subway banning talking on the trains and platforms. Maya Karin of Channel V International announced during [V]-Rated Weekend that the channel had taken a change of direction; instead of music, there would be World News, followed by a round-table discussion on the Merits of Literary Fiction on Civic Consciousness, and then some classical music. Grinning Goat at 4/27/2006 01:18:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} When the black maria goes to your head I go walking down a dead end street, talking about things that don't mean a thing, I got a girl and a lady and I found her waiting at the bottom of this whiskey bottle, looking so damn fine, like a catcher in the rye with no alibi. You can take me so far down, take me higher baby, I go dancin', dancin', dancin' With black maria Woo ohh, Dancing with black maria, Woo ohh, Dancing with black maria. Baby I'm black, i'm blue, But I ain't pulling no punches cause I need you in my blood and soul. Oh and everyone around the world is gonna have a good time baby, sweet baby, Oh you're looking so good like rock n' roll You can take me so far down, take me higher baby, I go dancin', dancin', dancin' With black maria Woo ohh, Dancing with black maria, Woo ohh, Dancing with black maria. You can take me so far down, take me higher baby, I go dancin', dancin', dancin' With black maria Every night, everyday, I go dancin' dancin' dancin' With black maria Grinning Goat at 4/27/2006 12:34:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Tuesday, April 25, 2006 Longevity in captivity Someone in my msn has this nickname, "I can start to learn to like studying" At this time a little late, wouldn't you say? Anyway that was a superb example of optimism at its best. The exams. I used to wonder why the system integrates exam into its curriculum. Now I know why. It's a money-saving scheme. Of course it's a totally different story if you're one who binge on food or one to ask this sister to buy this, that sister to buy that, that brother to buy this (nah this brother can't buy anything but pokemon cards) to keep you well-fed, fat and happy in captivity. I can start to learn to like studying (bioinformatics). Maybe. Hehh. Grinning Goat at 4/25/2006 04:19:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Monday, April 24, 2006 The mouth that has a wheel on its own My mouth. It has a wheel on its own. And a gas pedal. Well it has a break too but it's leaky and when i manage to break usually it's after I hit the dumpster. By the way this reminds me, wasn't there this celebrity who said that her breast has a career on its own? I still laugh thinking about that now. From now on I will write for the sake of writing. I won't write anything personal. I would go off tangent and talk in a cryptic way every once in a while (it's just the way my brain's designed, it hardly thinks straight) but I would not mean it as a personal attack. Take this with a pinch of salt if you would but it's a promise on my part. Err but if I were allowed to leave a small loophole for myself (I should be a lawyer but the law school thought my mental faculty is too erratic for the law community around here) I don't guarantee anything for strangers. I realise though Karol, that I made one mistake when I told you I'd stop writing if that's what it takes. I can get slapped and have my head shaved bald (A great dollops of tears would be spilled here of course) or have my nostrils poked with chopsticks but I can't (probably ever) stop writing. It's the one thing that makes life beautiful. One of life's many pleasures. Actually there aren't that many, if you take school and work and the pain of giving birth into the equation. Yes, maybe I'd go for epidural or caesarian. There's no epidural for school though, there's only webcast and more webcast. Somehow the professors sound more irritating when they're on recording. So if in real life they're like your sister who nags, on recording they're like your grandmother and if you're unfortunate enough to find it necessary to click the back button, they would've turn into your mother-in-law before you know it. Not that I have one. I'm young. Well not that young, exactly. I didn't get to take anatomy because I was outbidded (by a cursed 50 points) but I have this feeling that the brain region that controls speech and writing is separate. It has to be. I can write (quality of work has nothing to do with it of course) but I don't have the gift of the gab. I can't argue fluently to your face. To anybody's face actually, acne or no acne on it. I've been following this forum right. The one with MM Lee. Actually part of the reason why I wanted to catch that particular follow up session of the forum was because I've been reading this column in Today. There's this person whose writing I truly enjoy reading and I want to have a look at the writer. Because he's going to be there. She, actually. I discovered that afterwards. And I realise I shouldn't have watched that session. Because all of a sudden my illusion comes crashing down on me (very much like thatched roof in Indonesia because you know with the corruption that's going on, the material is just not sturdy enough) The she in my mind says better things than that. The she in my mind sounds (more) logical and reasonable. It's a little like wanting to meet Barry Manillow only to have this stranger nobody with a comparatively equally prominent nose being shoved at you. It's disappointing. I want Barry, not nose man. Well anyway I've been at this for a while. I should probably get back to work. And oh you NUS people out there who want to find out about aerogenome but get here instead, I'm afraid you'll find nothing particularly informative about aerogenome. If I'm not wrong all i said is I hate that word. Yeah it's unfortunate that you get here. Oh wait maybe not, why don't you read what I have to say. It can't be worse than this aerogenome shit you want to find out. Grinning Goat at 4/24/2006 06:29:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Not designed like a pole A pole stands alone. Aloof. People talk to a tree (I do, just to make sure it grows in the correct direction and doesn't cause me problem with its leaf-shedding and all that you know) but they don't talk to a pole. Anyway somebody distributed sweet at the exam hall today. It was sort of there at the table. And as I was too busy exercising the muscle of my hand and listening to Rod Steward's It had to be you which for some reason got stuck in my pretty head, I didn't see it when the guy put the sweet there. It looks suspiciously like a paper weight. I mean come on guys, who distributes sweets in an examination hall, right? And this guy whoever he was, put it in top of my matric card so I thought wow my matric card ain't gonna fly nowhere sir. I almost asked what we need the paperweight for. Then I poked at it. Sniffed it. Knocked it on the table. And then I saw these people around me... they're munching. So it was mentos the frehsmaker alright. Today it's very silent. There's only me, myself and Oh there's this guy too who said if you continue writing you'd be penalised and it constitutes as cheating. Or something that sounds like that anyway. And in the silence, he actually sounds like Stevie Wonder. Grinning Goat at 4/24/2006 12:48:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Sunday, April 23, 2006 O.P.R.A.H SelV, she's like Oprah. Crippled people come and talk to her to feel good about themselves. I come and talk to her to feel good about myself. When the tears start to choke. Someone said this cheesy line to me once that crying makes her feel optimistic afterwards (which, if true is something that'll leave me in dire dire strait because if I'm a pessimist, won't I have to cry everyday then just to take a glimpse at that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Now that's a cheesy thought to complement her cheesy line) ANyway i remember joking with her asking if she think that's the reason why GOd creates tear duct. Yea she's like Oprah. Minus the cheap celebrity shot, empty talk, empty tears, and more empty talk. Never been a religious person. But I'm starting to see the point of this catholic teaching. Was it Jesus who said this? Something about you being slapped at your right cheek and you turning on your left cheek (for another slap but hopefully not). The point I've been blind to see (well maybe not blind but it didn't use to jolt every thread of my being either) is that if you have to take someone's eye for an eye that's taken away from you, well then the bad blood would never end. An eye for an eye makes the world go blind. If you take out someone's eye, he's bound to want to take a poke at your iris and then the whole world would go blind. What if you take out this person's eye but he doesn't want your eye? The funny thing about resentment is that it's self-perpetuating. You resent someone, he resents you back and you'll hate him even more. It's like his resentment of you fuels your own resentment. And if this works for you there's no reason it won't work the same way with him. And I suppose this is why half the bad blood in the world is unresolved. The Pakistanis and the Indians. The Iraqis and the Americans. The Palestinians and the Israelian. (God I don't know what people from Israel are called) The chinese and the natives in May 1997. The black and white in Mississipi in 1930. I'm back. Not because I've sorted myself out but because I realise I'm more destructive when I'm not writing than when I'm writing. Billy Joel sang this song. Only the good die young. I wondered once that maybe there's a reason why I'm still here and if Mr.Joel's just being wise. You know there's this saying that a good cop is good because he can see with a criminal's eye. Maybe I'm paranoid because I can see with a criminal's eye (nah I won't be a cop). Always erring on the side of caution, you might as well not be alive. There was this forum with MM Lee that created a lot of furore. And during one of the follow up sessions (Find out yourself what the program's called, I refuse to advertise for channelnewsasia) the program's host asked the young panellists if they walked out of that forum with their mind changed. The answer (to my chuckle) was a resounding no. You know in a broader context, a confrontation is never designed to change people's mind. COme to think of it I don't even know what would. The mind works in the strangest ways. A confrontation, at best is an exchange of views. At worst, it's a competition of who can say the words that hurt the most. Be it vulgar or not. You'd be surprised. The most hurting words I've heard, it's not even the least bit vulgar. It's every bit sane (well emotional of course, this element is never absent, almost like salt in a dish) and not without its own (warped maybe) logic. People always scorn the youngsters thinking they're so green for sticking faithfully to the concept of fairness. The world is never fair. Never designed to be one in the first place. But to succumb to this pathetic thought, it's an unbearable feeling. We need this illusion that there are ways to make the world a fairer place. And do you know why? Because people suffer from injustices all the time and if there's no justice, there might as well be no karma. And that's a horrible horrible thought. Making a decision is not that hard, admitting it is. Deciding that there's no justice is easy enough (it doesn't take me staring at the ceiling the whole night thinking about it) but admitting it? That's shoving a dung down your own throat. Gallons and gallons of them. Throw in some chicken droppings for the bitter after-effect if you will. I would like to believe there's fairness too. It's a wonderful thought. Cheery. Like Ernie in Sesame Street. (By the way there's this person on my msn list with the nickname ernie_smile_smile and he always pops up every night. I have no idea who he is though) And now that tear ducts have been made swollen. Blood spilled. Harsh words flung with careless abandon. Maybe it's time to clean up the mess. Revenge might be sweet. But it's never cotton candy sweet. It's saccharine sweet. Never last as long as the food last in your mouth. And the bitter aftertaste is all you remember at the end of the day. Because the thing with people folks, is that they remember all the bad words. Hardly the good ones. Especially if they ask and are told that the person meant every single word. Every last bit of those harmful words. Just so you know what kind of a junk you are. I guess in a war of words, regret is not in the vocabulary. There's only resentment and words. Words that make you feel good and make him feel bad. Like I said, saccharine sweet. It's mutagenic too, didn't they tell you that in school? Grinning Goat at 4/23/2006 02:48:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Saturday, April 22, 2006 If an eye for an eye makes the world go blind then maybe the world HAS to go blind Tonight it's exceptionally painful. Grinning Goat at 4/22/2006 11:01:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Monday, April 17, 2006 On hiatus I won't write for a while. Need to sort myself out. If you're visiting, thanks for visiting. Grinning Goat at 4/17/2006 08:46:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Sunday, April 16, 2006 Extreme paranoia - the demon within This demon within. It's alive. It kicks and it snickers. The one person you can't shut up. This demon within. It isolates. It devastates. It annihilates. This demon within. It sucks, drains and empties This demon within. It shatters, discriminates and persecutes This demon within. It corrodes, abrades and pulverizes This demon within. It smiles. It smiles its hollow smiles. And it's eating me alive. Grinning Goat at 4/16/2006 12:02:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Saturday, April 15, 2006 The demon within Never win first place, I don't support the team I can't take direction, I don't buy maps I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin' right Everyday I fight a war against the mirror I can't take the person starin' back at me I'm a hazard to myself Don't let me get me I'm my own worst enemy Its bad when you annoy yourself So irritating Don't wanna be my friend no more I wanna be somebody else All you have to change is everything you are." Tired of being compared to Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe somethin A day in the life of someone else? Cuz I'm a hazard to myself Don't let me get me I'm my own worst enemy Its bad when you annoy yourself So irritating Don't wanna be my friend no more I wanna be somebody else Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe somethin A day in the life of someone else? Don't let me get me I'm a hazard to myself Funny how a song can say so much. I don't even have to arrange the words. Someone else has spelled it out. And it's in the form of a song dammit. How brilliant is that. Hehh. Funny how a song can say so much, huh? It's like being struck by lightning when your hand's still in the cookie jar. Grinning Goat at 4/15/2006 11:37:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Friday, April 14, 2006 Blinded by the light Talent is something I can't quite fathom. It's always amazing watching people do what they do best. See, if I am Inul (yes, our very own daratista who went to Japan) Shirleen would be my make-up artist, hairstylist, wardrobe consultant, manager, singing instructor, dance choreographer, personal trainer, dietician and marketing agent. Oh and of course Eugene would be my own band complete with the drum sets (one of the finest of course with 4 toms and 2 crash). Me? I'm just this girl with long hair full of fleas, flowery (and off-colour) outfit fresh out of a village. (err this is in no way a comparison with Inul eh, I appreciate local talent. Although yea, talent is in the eyes of the beholder) Shirleen, she takes music seriously. You can't just shove a piece of music at her and ask her to do a bullshit job (which by the way most people -including me- are good at) just for the sake of making a piece of music. That's where my respect lies. It's not just about music really. I guess this is kind of stupid if you think about it. A quest for perfection is the one quest you'd probably find futile at the end of the day. The way our human brain is designed, see. The concept of perfection is too obscure. Something our feeble mind cannot grasp even if we do see it - if there is one. I suppose at the end of the day you'd always strive for perfection anyway. Well. I do. And it kind of shakes the foundation of my belief (not in the religious sense of course). Because if perfection is what you're after how do you know if your own opinion would guide you there? People can't be right all the time. You can't be right all the time. I'd be grateful if I'm right half the time. See there was this saying (yes I got this from a movie, no price for guessing which one though, I'm kind of broke), "There is no coindidence, only illusion of a coincidence" In a world without coincidence, there would only be 365 ladies giving birth every year because nobody has the same exact birthday. The concept of race would be unthinkable because nobody shares the same race. So, you know race is a little like a haircut. Everyone has one and it's different because of the way their heads are shaped. In a world without coincidence, you're told why your mother is your mother. And tada... apparently it's not just because she gave birth to you. In a world without coincidence, there's a reason why strangers become your friends. It's not just because you happen to sit together and there was this really irritating lecturer that's starting to piss you off and the LT is way too cold for proper brain functioning and the both of you just happen to complain together and you discover that you like this fella sitting next to you because hey, she likes to complain the way you do. No, that's not the reason at all. There would be a good reason why your timeline and her timeline intertwined. Maybe she's meant to be the Godmother of your child. Or something like that (a better reason maybe, because this one sounds like something out of ancient china or its movie equivalent) In a world without coincidence, you've got to put meanings to events like getting bird droppings on your head. Maybe you've said something you shouldn't have and this is instant karma or maybe that bird's gonna be your pet bird one day. (Goodluck to you if it's a crow and not some fancy colourful bird in Jurong Birdpark, God knows that's what you always see around here. There's one in the middle of the road, there's one at the pavement, there's a couple on the tree, they're everywhere) In a world without coincidence, there's a reason why you talk too much, why there's a pimple on your forehead (even why the pimple appears on the head and not your arse where people bloody hell cannot see it), why you're not blind, why you look the way you do, why you hate pineapples (oh I like em), why you compose a certain genre of music. This is crazy, all I want to talk about is why people come up with this tune in their head and I have to go around discussing about a world without coincidence. And I actually enjoy doing this. Writing this nonsense, torturing my eyes that are small enough as they are in the middle of the night. Spending hours in front of the monitor talking about some rubbish that sometimes makes no sense at all people see them as the rumblings of an insane undergraduate who couldn't separate a crocodile from an aligator. Bloggers must lead some very sad lives. The point being (see this is a newly acquired phrase I get from Shirleen): I am grateful. To Shirleen: whether this is a world with or without coindience, I am grateful. The free lunch thing? I meant it. Pick a place and a date, mate (woohoo it rhymes) To my siblings who must have wished they're hard on the hearing today: come on.....admit it guys, you like hearing my song. Hmm or maybe not huh. Maybe that black face was real huh. Hahaha To Eugene: you're the man To Karol: if there's an opinion I can trust, it's yours. Erhh can I ask again? hee Anyway I'd try to cut people some slack and not ask the same questions over and over that drive people's blood pressure to the rooftop. Try being the operative word of course. Thank you. (wow tis no bloody speech but well thank you guys) Happy good friday to you all. I wished Shirleen the very same thing this afternoon only to realise that it's not supposed to be a happy occasion. Which left me wondering actually, why they called it good. Catholics. They're a bunch of optimistic people. Alright. Let me go pick my nose now and flick the boogie out the window then go to bed. Hah joking. Grinning Goat at 4/14/2006 10:42:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Wednesday, April 12, 2006 Always in tune You know who's always in tune? A chirping bird. This bird in my balcony. I think he's losing his wife. He's been chirping away and the wife's nowhere in sight. Grinning Goat at 4/12/2006 03:33:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Rosstionary Being called stupid, got too stunned to retort, let the guy passed by, went home, got to bed staring at the ceiling thinking of 1000 different smart comebacks that could've been said, knowing all along that what the other guy would remember is your silence. That's the meaning of regret. It's good if it doesn't swallow you alive. That's imagination. Laughing at someone with a bursting acne only to have you coming back to him the next day with an even bigger acne and having someone else say that you've been just smacked by God. That's instant karma. A cookiecutter. That's teenagers nowadays. A photosynthesising parasitic fungi That's the meaning of being redundant. Someone who asks and never answers That's kids. (Hah or teachers) No, make this one teachers I get a better definition for kids. Running screaming sweating nagging furballs. An invisible test paper. That's life. A drilling machine disguised as cotton candy seller That's dentist. The human version of a peacock. That's woman. A semi-automatic calculator. That's an abascus. Big brains with little folds. That's a bimbo. Worrying the air might run out. That's constant paranoia. Smiling but not smiling. That's being polite. Someone you always have a complaint about. That's the person in the mirror. A bored fella. That's you reading this. Grinning Goat at 4/12/2006 02:30:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Tuesday, April 11, 2006 One way ticket "You've grown up" "yeah" "That's a shame. You can't go back. It's hard being an adult" Making a decision isn't all that hard, admitting it is. "so you really have a date?" "yeah it's my husband" "really? I didn't know you're married" "you didn't ask. You haven't signed that divorce paper yet huh?" "Tell me what to do" "oh you know what to do" "what makes you say that?" "if you don't, you won't be sitting here looking all pained" "It's hard" "No it's not hard. It's just painful and it's painful because you know what to do" Grinning Goat at 4/11/2006 12:00:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Monday, April 10, 2006 He ain't heavy he's my brother The road is long, with many a winding turn That leads us to who knows where, who knows where But I'm strong, strong enough to carry him He ain't heavy - he's my brother So on we go, his welfare is my concern No burden is he to bare, we'll get there For I know he would not encumber me He ain't heavy - he's my brother If I'm laden at all, I'm laden with sadness That everyone's heart isn't filled with gladness of love for one another It's a long long road from which there is no return While we're on our way to there, why not share And the load, it doesn't weigh me down at all He ain't heavy - he's my brother He ain't heavy - he's my brother, he's my brother, he's my brother :: Father Flanagan: That boy on your back, he must be very heavy Michael: He ain't heavy, he's my brother Grinning Goat at 4/10/2006 11:17:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Friday, April 07, 2006 Kill the little terrorist in me Happiness is giving up. I have never grasped this. Giving up. Like stop fighting death when it's time to die. Like stop imagining a close friend that no longer is. Like stop crying when it's time to smile. Like stop imagining something you no longer possess. Hmm and maybe like stop deceiving yourself. I never grasped this. Because how can letting go of something good be good? I don't see people turning down a free meal. When I think about this I think about pets mostly. If you truly love your bird pet, you'll let it go. Of course with birds, usually you'll never see it again. I wrote this before, something I get from a sitcom (shame shame): if you love something, set it free or cripple it so it can't go far. I think the merit of having cats over dogs is that cats are independent. You can't force it to do things it doesn't want to do. Dogs? they'll do whatever you tell them to do. And when you let your cat roam free and it doesn't run away from your house, you know that it stays because it wants to stay. There isn't this loyalty thing binding a dog to its master. With cats, there's only bribery. A little tuna to keep it fat and happy so it'll stay. You want to let the bird go but fears that the moment she (see, bird is a she and not a he. I like to romantisize things) disappears from view that'll be the last you see of her. Happiness is letting go. This is higher learning concept. Maybe one day when I'm old and sad sitting all alone in my lab doing my post-doctorate studies and be irreversibly condemned to a life of celibacy, maybe then I'll get it huh? Right now though, I'm still at the crippling stage. It takes time to kill the little terrorist in me. Grinning Goat at 4/07/2006 12:43:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Thursday, April 06, 2006 I'm about to die. Burried under. Five metres deep in shit Read the title. Yea so Im going to keep this one short. Wedy gives LOUSY translation. Ok bye. Grinning Goat at 4/06/2006 06:58:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Tuesday, April 04, 2006 My 2 cents worth If you step on someone's toe everytime you walk, there's something wrong with the way you walk. What do you do? Stop walking? Grinning Goat at 4/04/2006 07:48:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} How words get around in the highly convoluted mesh of social encounter, parties and boogie-tailing A to B: hey I just bought a car B to C: he just bought a red ferrari. Paid full in cash C to D: A bought this expensive car to give to his girlfriend D to E: He bought a car to give to his girlfriend because he cheated on another girl E to F: He bought a car to compensate this guy he ran over right up there on the highway, to shut him up so he won't have to marry him you know because sometimes you kinda have to marry people you run over F to G: He wasn't buying a car, he was selling it man. He tried to sell me his last week but of course I refuse you know his car wasn't really new and all and you know how fussy my wife is about cars G to H: He was selling his car because he wanted to migrate. Short on cash I suppose. I doubt his car can fetch much though H to I: He doesn't own a car. I bought it from him man. Said he needed some money. I to J: you know, actually.. he rented this car but got it scratched so he needed to compensate right? so he thought since the insurance's paid and all that he might as well lose the car, get the insurance money and buy a new one with that J to K: I thought he just bought a red ferarri? K to L: nah it's an old pickup truck my grandma used to own L to M: your grandma owns a truck? wow man my grandma owns a harley davidson M to N: you know, A's grandma just bought a ferarri N to O: seriously? I thought his grandma's in a hospital? O to Q: yeah the ferarri's parked outside, it's her birthday present from him Q to R: eh A just bought a hospital carpark for his grandma R to S: huhhh? S to T: the carpark was gonna get converted to this hawker centre man because the hospital's going to get demolished or something T to U: the carpark A was buying for his grandma? it was this disputed piece of land that noone's supposed to sell U to V: so it'll be like your carpark for life man V to W: nice present W to X: I was thinking buying a car would be nicer actually x to Y: you'd rather buy a car than own a piece of land? Y to Z; ok I'm buying a carpark too for my folks Z to A: hey you just bought a carpark for your grandma because you want to migrate A: what? I just bought a what? See this is rather NOT like in Finding Nemo where the news of Marvin's heroic deed fighting the sharks and jellyfish travelled from the sea turtle to the crabs to the swordfish to the dolphins to the pelicans to the fish in the aquarium and to Nemo with little distortion. Grinning Goat at 4/04/2006 01:04:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Monday, April 03, 2006 Multi-functional Ono: that sandal. It has killed a lot of insects Mom: yeah. Very useful, huh? Grinning Goat at 4/03/2006 06:51:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Sunday, April 02, 2006 To mark the occasion April fool's over. I guess I can revert back to my old template. Ah it's lovely to shock people every once in a while. More to the benefit of strangers I think because my mates - they're too smart, usually I'm the one who gets tricked see, and not the other way around. Errr I have nothing against Spears' fan. It's just that the day I like her would be the day that, well I'll tell you when that happens. I'm deleting the wallpaper and while I'm feeling pretty charitable, do tell if you think she looks darn good in the poster and would like me to send you that. Oh and in the same spirit of posting up posters of some star, I'm putting this up. This is one of those posters that actually managed to make me think that Jay Chou looks good. 
Grinning Goat at 4/02/2006 02:20:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} |
 "Stupid is as stupid does" Forrest Gump
Archieves for the-nothing to dos
SNEAK PEEK |
