Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Cranky

Monday: 12am-10am
Tuesday: 12am-6am
Wednesday: 12am-10am
Thursday: 2am-12am
Friday: 3am-1pm
Saturday: 3am-1pm
Sunday: 3am-1pm
Monday: 1.30am-6am
Tuesday: 1.30am-6am

I'm paying for it now. I'm so paying for it. Heavens are not kind to my eyes; they're not kind to my bones.

My bones are actually weary. You can almost hear them creaking under my weight and screaming out for more bone marrow (although even if they DO get it, a fat lot of good that'll do them).

My sleep, well it was one of those you have where you're CONSCIOUS of the fact that you're sleeping. Which isn't pleasant at all. At least if you're dreaming you know that your sleep is deep enough and that probably you're in some kind of Rapid Eye Movement phase of your sleep or something and your brain wave is of the right type. And anyway having a dream is like watching free movies so I don't mind. So long as they don't tune it to the horror channel.

Being conscious that you're sleeping actually makes you think that you're not sleeping at all. That you're just lying there, your delusional mind creating you this illusion that you're sleeping. And this creates PRESSURE to sleep. And being pressurized to sleep with the threat of lack of sleep messing you up the next day looming over you like that huge dark cloud before a torrential rain makes you sleep LESS easily, not more.

And when you wake up, if you ever do sleep at all, your bones, especially somewhere near your spine at the back are actually aching. As though they never really touch the bed during the night, as though you should've pressured them down to touch the bed because really, all they've been doing all night are hanging there in between your head and your waist with no support whatsoever. The alternative would be to buy one of those beds that curve awkwardly upward to support your back but that kind of bed seriously is deficient in the aesthetic department and the mofo salesperson is probably trying to rip you off so you're better off settling with the first option.

And breathing. It's actually TIRING to breathe. So there would be times when you forget to breathe, but clearly your whiney little lung isn't going to take it lying down what with you being all comfortable relaxing your muscle while it's being deprived of oxygen (that's favouritism!). WHich really to them is like being deprived of pocket money. After all who was it that said, ye can cut hair but not pocket moneh?

So then after that little screaming episodes with your lungs you'd be forced to breathe again rather resentfully.

The odd thing is while I'm paying such a horrible price it doesn't seem to be enough of a deterrent. Because the next day I went ahead and did it again.

Grinning Goat at 6/30/2009 08:19:00 AM pontificated

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There's no accounting for taste

If you ever have to explain that statement, it really is EMBODIED in this conversation:

chickuen wickuen: i'm downloading yr most hated type of music again
Cramping my style: TECHNO? HOUSE MUSIC? REPETITIVE WHINEY SHITE?
chickuen wickuen: hahaa not whiney, just dance
Cramping my style: ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, don't beat me up for this: there is no accounting for taste HAHAHAHHAA ok Im sorry
chickuen wickuen: hahaha it's ok i'm not the one who likes all those uncly songs. Actually i do but u like more uncly ones than me HAHAHA
Cramping my style: YOU like WOLF how was my song more uncly than WOLF?
chickuen wickuen: at least i like current dancey stuff too it is pleasant i dun love it
Cramping my style: there IS no accounting for taste for the both of us

*chickuen wickuen sends dancey song*

chickuen wickuen: listennn
Cramping my style: we like uncly shite and mofo dancey stuff
chickuen wickuen: LOL no u don't like dancey stuff
Cramping my style: thats yr part of the WE
Cramping my style: jacques lu cont again
chickuen wickuen: yes of course
chickuen wickuen: LOL i almost only like his remixes eh
Cramping my style: ok so at least it's safe to say that you like jacques lu cont and not house music in general
chickuen wickuen: i dont like house in general. There is one sexy britney one, u wanna hear it?
Cramping my style: ok don't say I'm not givin chances tho hahahaha
chickuen wickuen: haha yeah. In fact i hate repetitive stuff mostly haha altho i hate them less now

Cramping my style: well IN A WAY, AMERICAN PIE IS REPETITIVE so there are ALWAYS mitigating circumstances
chickuen wickuen: WAHAHAHAHA so how bad is madonna mixed by Jacques lu cont huh
Cramping my style:hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
chickuen wickuen: i just dl the 7:49 version
Cramping my style: i guess dancey stuff frequency and my brain frequency they're too different
chickuen wickuen: you're lucky i didn't send that to u eh hahaha
Cramping my style: OMG YOU'RE LISTENING TO 7 MINUTES OF THIS REPETITION. Ha who am I to say eh I listen to 8 minutes of American pie

Grinning Goat at 6/30/2009 12:06:00 AM pontificated

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Monday, June 29, 2009

Stress

R: Tell me dex, stress is created when what you ought to do you can't do right? that is to say falling short of the requirements; falling short of expectation either by self or society. WHat does your 4 years of psychology teach you about stress?

Dex: I'm eating ice cream. My life = 0 stress


=,=

I think that much is true. Stress, eating ice cream or not, is created when what you ought to do you can't do. Either because you lack the capability for it or because your environment stops you from doing what you ought to do.

The obligation to pay debts you can't pay.
The need to raise your kids right and the fact that they turn delinquent.
The moral obligation to apologise but with your pride stopping you.
Defusing a bomb you don't know how to defuse.

One logic that answers this I find is this:

Change what you cannot accept and accept what you cannot change. But as with some things, logic does not always parallel practicality. How easily things are done. Changing and accepting. What if you're stuck in that shitty dead zone where you cannot change what you cannot accept and cannot accept what you cannot change? What of it, then?

Grinning Goat at 6/29/2009 11:39:00 PM pontificated

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Saturday, June 27, 2009

Woooooooooot

I fell in love with Canon in D a long time ago. Now I fall in love with it all over again.

This reminds me though. Once someone told me that rock and electric guitars are rubbish. I. really. felt. the. urge. to. slap. her. (And it's not like she's the epitome of sophistication, with no room for anything else but classical music. She listens to TECHNO and seriously, what DOES require less skills to play and be MORE monotonous??)

Just because you don't understand rock&roll doesn't mean it's crap? Such a presumptuous half-assed sour grape.

And these mofos in youtube saying how this guy's a square face and cube head and what not. That's BESIDES THE POINT. You'd probably wish your head is twice as square if you can have half his skills. He's good. Deal with it.

Grinning Goat at 6/27/2009 08:38:00 PM pontificated

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Facebook is being useful for once

OK I had this friend who loses things. It's like it comes so naturally to her, she just can't help it. She lost her phones so often I told her to just buy a cheap one to minimize heartache for anticipated future losses.

There was once during lecture when she came in carrying this big file. My other friend who at the time sat next to her grabbed her file and wrote on it:

I HAVE THIS UNFORTUNATE TENDENCY TO LOSE THINGS SO IN CASE YOU FIND THIS, PLEASE CONTACT ME AT THIS NUMBER_______________ OR IN CASE I LOSE MY PHONE TOO, CONTACT MY FRIEND AT_________________YOUR HELP WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. THANKS!

After we graduated we lost contact. Mainly because she doesn't check her email and SHE LOST HER SIMCARD, which means she lost my number and SHE LOST HER PHONE which means any messages I sent her didn't reach her. I tried texting her at her indo number but it didn't go through so probably she lost THAT phone too. And I still have yet to return her CS Lewis' Mere Christianity.

It even occured to me that perhaps she DIED and I didn't get any wind of it because of those multitude of lost phones and unchecked emails. So it was very fortunate that facebook exists and she went online at exactly the same time I was online. I must even thank farmtown because the only reason I'm online is that I'm waiting at sheegoon's farm to be her slave employee for the day.

There is a bee flying nearby so I'm going to have to keep this short.

The bee and me. THIS IS WAR.

Grinning Goat at 6/27/2009 12:42:00 AM pontificated

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Magic trick he says

Grinning Goat at 6/27/2009 12:36:00 AM pontificated

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Friday, June 26, 2009

R.I.P

I thought he'd at least live long enough. Long enough for me to point him to my kids as the popstar who did the moonwalk, the big kid who made his own amusement park, the man who defied fate and changed the color of his skin in an era where transsexual surgery isn't even a fad yet.

And he had to die the year America has its first black president. The year Pein and I heard the saying "I pity Michael Jackson now that America is black" and had a great laugh about it.

I grew up with Black or White and I'm still loving it. It's right up there alongside Bohemian Rhapsody in the list of good old classics you gotta listen before you die.

Grinning Goat at 6/26/2009 01:58:00 PM pontificated

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I swear

I swear that if Heath Ledger is a female he'd be Juliet Stevenson. The similarity is really uncanny

Grinning Goat at 6/26/2009 02:32:00 AM pontificated

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The English patient

This was for me one of those books I started to kill time and without the intention to finish but this was, for me also one of those books I can't stop reading once I start.

It exudes a certain charm that gets you addicted in a subtle way, like coffee except that I never really did get addicted to coffee. And I guess I like the way it is written. It isn't so straightforwardly boring so as to assume the readers would be stupidly so easily satisfied.

I'd like to think that if I were a writer that's the kind of writing style I'll adopt. But then again there are no shortages of authors whose writing style I jealously envy and wish is mine.

Grinning Goat at 6/26/2009 12:45:00 AM pontificated

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Farmtown on my elbow

I've had this BIG pimple on my elbow since last saturday that just refused to burst and it's itching me into insanity.

In my annoyance, I relayed that bit of information to sheegoon. And her reply was:

Thanks for the yummy info. So just wait for it to ripen. Maybe it will be ripe on thursday like yr eye neons. But I don't want to harvest your pimple lol

Well I would want to harvest it if ONLY IT LETS ME. Stupid pimple.

Grinning Goat at 6/23/2009 10:15:00 PM pontificated

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Lies and more lies

You'd think that if people were to lie to me they'd at least make it LOGICAL and CREDIBLE, or if not at least make it BELIEVABLE and not so OUTRAGEOUSLY BLATANT and OBVIOUS.

What, do I look like an idiot to you?

Grinning Goat at 6/23/2009 10:11:00 PM pontificated

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

And the times they are a changing

Originally by Bob Dylan but I prefer this cover (forget the Obama stuff, I just happen to find Keb Mo in this video).


What I'd like to see though is John Legend singing this. I think he's got the PERFECT VOICE for this song. Not that this version isn't perfect enough.

Grinning Goat at 6/17/2009 07:08:00 PM pontificated

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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Face off

This is Denny Crane


And this, is Denise Bauer


On their face off in court,

Denny: Denise....(hugging Denise) I see you get your figure back
Denise: I see you've kept yours

I just find that so funny

Grinning Goat at 6/14/2009 11:52:00 PM pontificated

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Sambomaster

Ooo I love this one!



Grinning Goat at 6/11/2009 11:51:00 PM pontificated

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Saturday, June 06, 2009

Red shit is hot

Cramping my style: sheegoon, have you tried the red dragon fruit?
chickuen wickuen: ya. why? does it make u pee pink?
Cramping my style: lol yes it does according to my mom but I haven't observed mine. It's SUPERIOR TO THE WHITE ONE
chickuen wickuen: no leh there are pretty damn good white ones. Must get those from malaysia. The white viet ones suck
Cramping my style: but it cant make you pee red. It's no fun
chickuen wickuen says: it doesn't make me pee redbut it makes me shit red HAHAHAHA. It made my baby nephew pee pink

Grinning Goat at 6/06/2009 11:44:00 PM pontificated

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Pink table

Sheegoon was waiting for me downstairs for lunch. I called her right before I went down to find out where she was.

R: Where you at? I'm coming
Sheegoon: I'm pointing I'm pointing can you see me?
R: Hahahaha I'm not down there yet . Now stop pointing!

And I found out later that it was a rather unglamorous posture too hauahahaha.

Grinning Goat at 6/06/2009 11:24:00 PM pontificated

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My handsome vet

R: my handsome vet is in the bus stop. Woot. Good scenery. Enough to make up for the things I'm forced to see in the lab everyday hauahahaha
M: haha go make your move now ah
R: my handsome vet has a ring on his left hand. He's married. Awwww
M: Hahahahahahaha since when is he "your" vet ah? Don't set your aim so high can?

Grinning Goat at 6/06/2009 11:11:00 PM pontificated

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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Immortality

If people were immortal, having a goal would be like going to work. It starts to get boring after a while and it never ends. And going to work would be hell even though it kills time because there is no such thing as retirement. Well I guess you can just quit and laze around for eternity because hunger doesn't kill anymore. But even if hunger doesn't kill, boredom will so I think people will work anyway. There's just less reason to symphatize with the poor because nobody can really die from starvation.

But I guess if you can still feel the hunger pang although it doesn't kill you, everybody who hasn't got enough food to eat will use Anne Rice's vampire stories as a source of inspiration on dealing with everlasting hunger.

And there's really no reason to procreate anymore because you don't want to overpopulate the earth. So contraception will be the next big thing. I suspect Durex (if the brand is as immortal as human) will come up with even more flavors for their customers. And schools will show even more enthusiasm in promoting abstinence.
The downside is you're really stuck with one role in your entire life. If you're a son, you'll be a son forever and never a parent. If you're a parent you'll be a parent forever and never a grandparent.

And I think, at least for a wee bit people may start to tolerate older people less. You know how sometimes when you're arguing with a stubborn old man, you'd just take a step back and let him have his way because he hasn't got that long to live anymore and he's better off spending it doing whatever he wants instead of arguing with you? That kind of graciousness will be lost on some people.

People will appreciate youth more, especially if immortal people still lose collagen as they age. Imagine having to live with skin lacking in collagen for all eternity.
I guess this presents to vain people the philosophical question of whether one should die looking good or live ugly. Not that an immortal person has the first option.

I remember watching this show where one of the characters is this immortal girl. Her wish, actually was to die. Perhaps being immortal doesn't really beat being mortal sometimes.

Grinning Goat at 6/03/2009 07:18:00 PM pontificated

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