Monday, October 31, 2005
Exorcism
With all that hype about The Exorcism of Emily Rose (based on a true story), how can we not get excited about the issue of exorcism? Now now now, so I went about to my handy google.com and typed in my search criteria: exorcism and vola! Out come my results. Clicking onto my 2nd result, Exorcism the Facts, I found this:
THAT SOUNDS JUST LIKE ME!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! SOMEBODY SAVEEEEE ME!
posted@11:43 PM
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Not that fantastic afterall
Well after all that hype about 40 Year-Old Virgin, it really was quite the cookie-cutter. It barely made it past the mark.But thanks to its hilarious waxing scene, the movie probably made it through. Baby was just dying to watch it for weeks, seriously. And I knew that nothing would stop her today. Not even AO Chinese Exams tomorrow, not even Skeleton Key yesterday, not even the fact that we were close to broke, soon. And in case you are wondering how I've been going on preparing for AO Chinese, well here's it. I've watched Great Raid, Skeleton Key and to top it all, 40 Year-Old Virgin. Hope it helps for my paper tomorrow.
And hell yeah, we made it past the counters (no questions asked) even though we're below 18. =)
posted@8:39 PM
Trivia Time
Some things you might not know about me.- I listen to 'Enter Sandman' whenever I leave my house, unless my iPod goes flat of course. I think it gives me confidence and makes me feel good about myself.
- I love locking myself up in my room, blasting my stereo as well as my voice box, singing along. That's how I practice anyhow.
- I dont enjoy canoeing as much as I enjoy music. But I like to give my best in whatever I do, and yeah, canoeing is fun too.
- I used to listen to nothing but Ballads and RnB. Anything that features more than the reccommended human decibal range is a nono. Not anymore though, I listen to everything but Ballads and RnB. Nah j/k. I listen to everything now.
- I've been in depression once, never got treated, just got up my knees eventually. Took me about half a year. Made me a really strong person at the end of the day.
- I'm a self-proclaimed metrosexual when it comes to fashion. Show the assets, hide the eye-sores.
- I love shopping, though I don't enjoy walking into each and every store and try out stuff that I know I wouldn't buy. I hate going to shop if I know I'm broke. In fact I don't at all.
- I'm very interested in topics about God and Satan. I'm not exactly afraid of Satan (if he exists), in fact I kinda like to swear at him. Like FUCK YOU SATAN! I've always loved to explore the issue about God's existence, rather than follow blindly in some religious doctrine (ie. The Holy Bible) which might not be true afterall. It's afterall, written by Man.
- I don't like to go to churches, especially the charismatic ones. They annoy me alot really. Damn gung-ho, I cannot stand it.
- I respect all religions, including Christianity/Catholicism. Religions are good, no doubt. As quoted: "I don't have a problem with God, just His followers."
- I love to fantasize about being in my own Band and performing in front of a 100,000 strong crowd. Like Live in Rio, or anything of that scale.
- I love to sing, and I don't hesitate to burst out singing as and when I like. Most should know this by now =)
- I go to the gym, and run every morning since last week.
- I don't take steroids you asshats.
- I love horror/thriller flicks. Things that daunt me rock.
- I have a younger brother, and an older sister. When we visit relatives, they will say to my sister: "WAHHHH SO PRETTY ALREADY AH!!!". But when they turn to me, they will go: "Oh so now in army already?" I mean, why not "WAAAAAH SO HANDSOME ALREADY AH!!!" Aiyahhh... Ivan's not handsome lah, thats a fact.
- I like to stare at myself in the mirror topless, I'm quite a narcissist. I'm an uber cam-whore too. Pictures I likeeee.
- I wished I could draw well. But I have trouble making an apple look like an apple.
- I love to eat.
- I like money.
- I wanna study Philosophy/Literature in University but I love money too much to do that.
- I don't wanna end up being a teacher but I think that's not a remote possibility.
- I want to move out of my house as soon as I can, with my girlfriend prefably.
- I cannot do Math. Arts for t3h w1n. And to hell with the people who discrminate us and make things difficult for us Arts Students. _|_
- I will never ever steal, but I've stolen before. Because I know how it feels like to have something stolen. All thieves can fuck off. All potential thieves with intentions to do so can fuck the wall.
- I don't like to impose or force things upon people. I usually let people do what they want, that includes my girlfriend.
- I usually keep quiet about the things I don't like or annoy me. Sometimes I speak them off my mind, sometimes I don't.
- I like tight clothes, and I'm a sucker for leather.
- I'm easygoing, to the point sometimes I appear too gullible. Not anymore =) Welcome to CJC.
- I have a curfew ; ; Damn sad.
- I've not clubbed before, only pubbed.
- My parents are Chinese-Educated. I speak Mandarin with my parents at home, as awkward as it sounds like. But I don't talk to them often. I converse with my siblings in English. Thanks to my sister, my English is alot better than it was a long time ago.
- I wear crocodile underwears, although I think I would enjoy wearing boxers more.
- I've just wore a skirt 2 days ago and people took pictures of my Liberation. I feel so cheap now.
- I love Sonia, and spend most of my days with her. And I absolutely would like to spend the rest of them with her as well.
Well the last one isn't exactly new is it? =)
posted@9:43 AM
Friday, October 28, 2005
Movies Galore!!!
Wahahaha, caught 2 movies today, one with my classmates and the other with baby. First caught The Great Raid, which was a hell of a boring movie, except the actual raid itself. It's about a mission to save POWs during WWII in Philippines, against the Japanese and all. Honestly, it didn't make quite of an impact on me, in fact, it was more of a display of the classic American Gung-Ho, since the raid was American's most successful military operation in history. Account for the dropping of the 2 atomic bombs on Japan then. Period.It was disappointing because I expected more graphic scenes. Like when they were about to execute some POWs as part of punishment, the focus on the POWs was really pathetic. I expected the POWs to like pee on their pants or something, to show how afraid they really are. If I was in their shoes, my gawd... I can't imagine really. It really did freak me out when I thought of war, and how I would take tortures and all IF I ever needed to. I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to actually withstand such mental and physical torture. I think the worse part about the whole war shit is the chance that you might get tortured and suffer, rather than just die in a single gunshot. I hate to suffer, would rather die immediately.
Next up was Skeleton Key with baby. DAMN GOOD SHOW MAN I TELLA YOU. Damn full of twists, and I really enjoyed allowing the movie scare the hell out of me. Baby was extremely adorable, covering her face most of the time, yet still watching it through gaps of her fingers. So cute hehe. <3s her to death! The show, although complicated, was one of the best I've ever watched man. Better than Flight Plan indeed, as baby said in her blog. Man, if you haven't caught it, I say you go watch it please. Damn good. Damn nice!!! I was practically shivering through some scenes, because they were just that exciting. And for your information, there are no ghosts involved. It's more of a thriller than a ghost horror flick. So yeah, it doesn't need to involve ghosts to be scary and exciting. It's thrilling enough as it is. Damn good... I love it. Kate Hudson was fantastic, sound effects were fantastic, Voodoo Magic is fantastic, Baby is fantastic-est though heh!
posted@11:26 PM
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Another conclusion
The results are out, and this is one of the most heart wrenching periods of the year. People's spirits are the lowest I've ever seen, with all that disappointed faces and rejected moods. This was not the case for most people, especially for those who promoted, because their celebration was done in the presence of someone else's low key in life. This wasn't the case for me even though I made it pass the hurdle. I wasn't rejoicing nor celebrating, for I know the following year ahead will be darn different for me.I tear at the thought of how I've gotten so used to everything and everytime, it's all about you and you and nothing else. I can still recall you saying:
"It's so good we're in the same PW group too! So much better right!"
How I'm gonna miss that kind of opportunities together with you in the future. But again I must constantly remind myself that I mustn't let it get to me, because I'm being very very selfish thinking about you staying and all when it might not be the best choice available. I'm sorry, if at any one point in time, I appeared selfish. I never meant to, just like I never meant to make you mad at me.
In Economics, we learnt the concept of 'relative pricing'. About how one good is more expensive relative to another. In other words, how one's judgement is relative to a certain benchmark he/she have set. This benchmark is more of something you have already achieved, and hence seek to fufill something beyond what you have already achieved. How else can we show the unlimited wants and desires of Man?
For instance, somebody who has already promoted would have his/her criteria of promotion achieved or satisfied, and hence his/her main concern now would be to push up his/her grades. On the contrary, someone on the verge of promoting would have his/her criteria of promotion placed as a main concern, since that is something he/she hasn't achieved. 2 marks to the former might mean a different in one grade, but 2 marks to the latter might mean promoting and retaining. Really people, does the former really need that 2 fucking marks? I say no, because hell, you're living in somebody else's dreams damnit. So get a life, and be contented with your current benchmark, rather than proclaiming and whining to the god-damned world about failing to get a B or C because you needed 2 more marks or some shit along those lines.
Talk about the ills of Man.
I say -
L'infantile terrible of Man
Or maybe, Ivan's just a sad man at the end of every day. But it's alright! My baby cheers me up all the time with every little bit of thing she does. =) I love you so much.
posted@2:20 AM
Friday, October 14, 2005
I'm a cam-whore
Aloha! Been M.I.A for a few days or so because my damned computer's CPU fan burnt out and Hard-Disk basically screwed up along with it. Anyhow, all's good and the sun is shining, like wow. But life without the computer is really nothing bad. I can live without it, just that sometimes it kills time so well you just need it around working. Plus my sister's consistent pressures to get it fixed just bleh-ed me out. Who needs a computer when you have the baby right? =)Here are some pics from CCAB@SMU, where we had our post-promos games:
Oh in case you can't see clearly, I'm wearing a kitty-cat hairband.
Us, with me looking darn hawtingly retarded I know.
My best friend in school, Aaron, acting all hunky and hawt. Well, focus on the word 'acting'.
Suntanning in the middle of the hockey court. Note contrast in number of leg hair. Less hair = More manly.
From this normal, innocent, non-corrupted frisbee shot:
To this... Just had to do it.
Aaron (left) wanted to show us that jumping wouldn't cause him hernia. And well Mel (right) wanted to... Nvm, she already has hernia.
Talk about the budding photographer baby.
posted@12:02 AM
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
look who dropped by?
peekaboo hubbaroooooo!wheeee~ *claps like a retard*
i love you hooonnn!!
big muack for the big baby!
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MUACK!
loveyoutobitssweetiepie.
-youknowwhodamnit.
posted@10:56 PM
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Your Love - The one thing that keeps me alive
Do you know what it's like to be the last one in the line, left behind. It's alright we'll survive, the one thing that keeps us alive. No one can take away.
-Stage Fright Remedy
It's the end of the Promotional Examinations.
I believe that giving different circumstances, I would say the previous sentence with the word finally in the end. But not this time I guess, because the end has a two-pronged meaning.
Let's talk about myself first. Even if I so happy to scrap pass the Promos with say 2 Es and an AO pass, would I really be happy? I would think that the first of the many overwhelming feelings one would feel would be that of relief. But after relief, would there be true happiness? I seriously do not desire such results in my A level certificate in the following year. Certainly do not. And it's not like CJC has one heck of a standard amongst other schools. We're among the last few, except maybe for History, which we totally own in, but I always get owned by too.
Then it would be you.
I spent majority of today without you, and I was feeling really out of place and moody most of the time. Everywhere I went, I just wished for your presence. All I could do was to drop you messages every now and then, because maybe that way, I felt closer to you in a way. I don't like this feeling at all, because I know this feeling means your absence. Your absence is nothing less than a withdrawal symptom for you. I don't ever want you to leave me, or stay apart from me for a day, or even a few hours for that matter.
But again I don't know who I'm begging to for some of the wishes I have in my mind. To "God", whom I do not have faith in? Or to myself. Sometimes I feel that people's obligation and trust in God lies in their inability and weakness to control circumstances, and then they pray to the existence of a Divine Being for help and aid, for solace and comfort. But I just don't want to beg or pray to an existence I do not believe in. I refuse to. However, of late I find myself turning to him, secretly hoping for the well-wishes of God, if he exists. I take your make-a-wish-with-your-eyelashes thing damn seriously, really. Every single time I make a wish with it, I wish fucking hard - For the same thing.
Although saying anything wouldn't be of much use now, but hell, I still love to write. I mock myself for the certain weakness in my, contributing to my inability to be more than just a short span of inspiration, or what-not. As much as I want to help you get through this, I think it's being a little too selfish of myself to want to keep you with me. It's wrong, but again is it really wrong? I just want you to be here with me.
You really make me one hell of a happy guy too.
posted@9:49 PM
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Dreams
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
-Aldous Huxley
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Lately, I've been thinking about my dreams, and how I've neglected them to pursue the "must dos" in life, like mugging my ass off to pass the Promotional Examinations. I wonder why I lack the courage to live my dreams. But I am fully aware that this lack of courage is due to the totally screwed up society I'm living in. You're what you live with, bassically.
I love locking myself up in my room and blasting the stereo, singing along to my favourite rock tunes. I found myself in music, and an outlet for expressing what's in my heart. I especially enjoy watching Live Videos of my favourite bands, because they put me in a state of euphoria, when at times I drift away from the realities of this world, imagining myself as one of those frontmen I always admired. Like Dave Grohl, whose everlasting passion for music never did cease when his former band, Nirvana, disbanded. Then he started Foo Fighters, creating one of the most unique and best sounds the history of man will always remember.
For this and more, I respect you. *Does the respect sign*
Because of school, I never did have the time and opportunity to further my musical dreams. Because of my Dad, I never did have the chance to pick up any musical instrument and play confidently at home, because they so damn scorn music, even Band Music. I still remembered how my father used to go yadda yadda when I brought home my clarinet to practice. How fucking demoralising, especially my Dad. And when I finally saved up over $800 for my very first electric guitar, he had to burst the bubble and become some god-damned cookie-cutter by telling me NO at the day before my purchase. Like whatever, seriously. With such awesome support from my Dad, it was a taboo to play my kind of music whenever he's around.
Seriously, how to create musical fusion with such an environment? Well, I don't say that HIS kind of music is annoying to my eardrums. I just go: "Sorry, can't appreciate it". And period. All that bullshit about sex, drugs and booze are mere evidence of his "menopause" and constant train of naggings. It's sad how traditional, orthodox people remain this way and have to afflict such misery on their offsprings. Sad, but true.
But recently, it's really comforting to know I might be able to take a step or two, tiny ones, with the baby's undying flame for piano lessons sparking up after watching Corpse Bride. How adorable isn't it? So right now we're going on an islandwide hunt for some affordable group piano classes, to cater for our thirst for musical knowledge.
But but, the sound of music creation might be heaven to my ears, but nothing beats the sound of my baby's voice.
Nothing, not even music.
posted@11:57 AM
