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You get the idea. These bloggers choose to adopt a chronically depressed blog personality. They have nothing good happening in their lives what-so-ever. They are constantly miserable. They chose to wallow in self-pity. They want the whole bloody world to share in their melancholy. Oh God! For once, why can't they see how lucky they are. The world is already terrible enough without them having to unload their share of problem. Come on, who doesn't have any trouble. It's how you look at it! Sometmes, I wonder how God can stand our stupidity. He probably came close to destroying our stupid race but only stopped himself out of compassion.
By: Nippy | Thursday, June 30, 2005 at 10:33 PM | | 
Just dropped a note to my old sec sch friend. Kind of miss those days. And looking at my friend now, it kind of hurts that she is in such a different world that I'm no longer a part of. It's hard to explain. My secondary school clique use to be quite closely knitted. (Isn't everyone's secondary school days the same?) Our world was our school and we shared that same world. Every lame thing that happens and silly crush. We all shared a similar world view. It is hard, to keep that same kind of outlook in life. And they all have their own lives now. I don't wish to turn back time or any of that sort of crap. I am happy with who I am today. And I am proud that they have grown and mature into beautiful people. Though there are still those occasional knocks in life. I am really just happy that this group of friends are still there when the boat rocks to pull each other out of messes. It is a fact of life, that when our path in life diverges, we will all get busy and have few chances to meet up.
My sec sch friends... My mum told me that secondary school friends are for life. And I belive that. Looking at all of us now, we all turned out so differently. To think that we use to walk the same paths with the same footsteps. And now, we are all on different paths, heading seperate ways in various paces. In the past, we know every little detail of the other's life. Now, I know very little of what is going on in their lives. It is not so much a sadness or resignation that I'm feeling. Just a quiet kind of acceptance, that life is like that. And a simple confidence that no matter how different or far away we will be in the future, we will somehow always be there should we need a friend. And by me, that is already enough.
By: Nippy | at 6:36 PM | |
Being the kaypo that I am. I admit. I just went to check out the currently very hyped-up blog of 'Sarong Party Girl'. How could I resist? With all that talk about her blog. And my! I am impressed with what the girl writes. She's cool. I didn't see her photos though. She is a bit of a smart-ass I have to admit, but quite frankly she is cool. She wants to do what she wants to do and say what she wants to say. And she says them. In your face.(like it or not). I don't know, why people are so dissed with what she is doing. She has a blog which she discuss things she cares about. Basically sex. But hey, it's her blog. Her body. Her life, so what's the problem?
But then again, I do have problem with people calling her a brave soul of Singapore blah blah... As always I think this is some 'fatal flaw' of Singaporeans. They are eager like hell to criticize or embrace heros. There is something genuinely wrong with us. Either comdemn them or cannonize them. Why can't there be a middle ground? She is not some artistic representative or liberating force of consevative Singapore. (PLEASE!) That is bloody naive! We really should practise a lot more thinking. frankly, what Sarong party girl is doing is pretty much for herself. She states so in her own blog. She is not doing it to make a point or liberate Singaporean mindset. Why can't we see things as they really are? Without having to glorify or uglify things. She is not a demon nor a saviour. Thinking either way just means that we have a misconception of what the singapore society really is.
Singapore society is not conservative. Sarong PArty girl is an obvious example. But neither does she represent everyone else. She may be very sexually active. BUt similarly there are uptight people out there who pretends that sex doesn't exist. When will we start to see Singapore not as a homogenous entity. All that crap about equality, class-less society, conformity. Singapore is much more complex than that. People are individuals. And the society is made up of these. Individuals are unique. When can we truly appreciate this fact. We truly understand this when we will no longer make a fuss. And when one person doesn;t represent the mass. Just herself. I am just freaking exesperated with how majority of Singaporean thinks. Including our wonderful leaders who try to enforce some kind of common identity. Maybe i too would have to do something drastic to get my point across.
To end off maybe it's best to leave you the quote from Shrek.
"LAYERS". There bloody layers!!!
By: Nippy | Wednesday, June 29, 2005 at 10:24 PM | |
Why are Japanese cult-ish horror films so successful? Just like why are Japanese msytery/horror/thriller novels such a great read? On the other hand, America teen slasher horror films sucks (to the core). And why R.L.Stine, Christopher Pike types are in fact lousy thrillers. There are tricks to make thrillers exciting. And for the same reason, Hollywood adaptations of Japanese horror movies stink. Because they completely screw up the tricks, by mashing it with their idea of horror. (lots of blood and screaming and sudden loud music). Their trick is really to keep the audience in the dark until it's too late. revealing and concealing. It is a kind of psychological heigtening of tension. They let it seep slowly, so that you don't actually know that you are slowly being fed the horror. And when they finally burst the dam on you, the fear becomes overwhelming. So that you can't scream. And the horrific scene stays. Alfred Hitchcock fans would know this. You are not aware that you are creeped out. Until the end, then you'll never forget that film.
Great horror film/books screws with your mind. Lousy horror bks/flicks screws with your emotions. It is a one shot scare and it's all over. They deal with the improbable. Things like ghost and totally out of ths world murder scenes with gallons of blood. The great flicks plays with the possible. Any normal household items takes on a new use. A normal person, a normal life, a normal household yet a horrific tale.
They tap into our insecurities and make them into a fear. They take a concept and distort it into a horror. Nursery rhymes, butterflies, the televison set. Children's laughters, the curtains. The palette for creating horror is infinte. Possibilities endless.
They never waste scares. Lousy horror flicks/books have a series of shocks-Climax and anti-climax. They spend time building up suspense and then wasting it on lousy little shocks. Great flicks and books keep it building up ever so slowly and let it out on you gently or as a matter of factly.
And at the end of the day, you can never quite explain the whole thing. It's weird and freaky and escapes the logic. Yet, somehow, a seed has been planted in your head. And you'll never quite know when these strange plants will burst into your consciousness.
By: Nippy | Tuesday, June 28, 2005 at 10:56 PM | |
On this side of the world. It's "Mr & Mrs Smith."
The Hollywood dreams. The Statue of liberty? Or copyrighted properties.
We think we know the place. We've seen it on screen and in our dreams.
We buy the products. Drink and consume 'America'.
But we've only glimpsed the ghost and grapsed the shadow of the real.
It is embodied in every 'Tom Cruise'. And 'MIckey Mouse'.
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On the other side of the world. They dream of the exotic beaches along the equator.
They've heard of 'Singapore'. The 'Garden city'.
the famed 'best airport'. They fly here via 'Singapore airlines'.
they see the 'Merlion' the "esplanade". 'Sentosa' and durians. ORchids and
Palm trees. Lining the streets.
They think it's too small and too hot.
They think they've seen it all.
Isn't that what our tourism board tries to sell?
Some kind of exotic Singapore identity. On every poster, in every NDP.
4 smiling races hand in hand. Orchids blooming. Economy booming. traffic pacing.
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But this identity cannot be found. A disappointment to our leaders.
Because it is not embodied in any Gurmit Singh or PCK.
Not our 'lahs' and 'lohs'.
It is that Uncle smoking too much and drinking Kopi-O at the next table
And me frustrated, fanning myself.
It's the quiet dissatisfaction at every MRT price hike
It's me blogging at night. Here. Now. With only the humidity and crickets noises
It's that worried Aunty complaining about her son's results
It is the sticky tables at the hawker centers.
Sweat dripping despite the fan's blowing.
Cats' midnight mating calls at the void deck.
That invisible and silent sense of belong
that will forever be taken for granted.
By: Nippy | at 12:55 AM | |
That is the creepiest thing I know. It is undebatable, unchallenged and inexplicable. It just is. Mathematics is creepy. there is something alien and inhuman about equations, formulas and numbers. Creepier than even the holocaust, rotting flesh and strange sounds in the night. The ancient Greeks thought numbers were sacred and worshipped formulas. Physicists and scientists use formulas to explain the universe. Mathematics is just about the only thing that withstood the test of time. Civilisations rise and fall. Leaders come and go. People live and die. Tides come in and out. But 1+1=2 was true in 2005B.C as it is today in yr 2005. there is something strange about maths. Why do the 3 angles of a triangle always add up to 180? without exception. UNbending yet without any good explanation. Is it possible that mathematics form some fundamental truth/limitations about our universe? Either it is indeed some kind of rock bottom truth of the universe. Or it is the rock bottom limitation of human mind. Maybe mathematics is merely a by-product of our limited mental and sensory capability.
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But equally freaky is 1-1=0. When we were all young. Analogy was made to bring this concept across. 'You have 1 apple, I take that apple away. You are left with 0 apples." easy enough to understand until negative numbers arrive and everything is thrown into chaos. 0 cannot now mean nothing, because there are things even less than 0. And all kids know that there cannot be anything less than nothing. Maybe we are all unable to truly grasp the concept of 'Nothing'. When I learnt that the biggest and the smallest numbers stretch on infinitely. It was so strange, my mind closed up forever towards maths. If looked at it in this way, then maybe mathematics is not a limitation, but a possible view of the universe that escapes the confines of human common sense. Perhaps, a reach for things beyond what our mind can conceive. But then again, isn't it silly that we kind of play a game where the rules are self created? What if 0 actually is -10000000000? But there are no such ridiculous what ifs. 1+1=2 and that's the way it will always be. till maybe the sun burns out?
By: Nippy | Monday, June 27, 2005 at 4:47 AM | |
{Freak_I hate computers<$> } [Can you hear me? ]
+main body+
.my point is really. {a simple one}
I #0045# playing around with computers. I feel like an {I.D.I.O.T}
#0045# = hate
$"the Blog skin looks like shit!!"$
because I can't use human language on you!!!!
<.translate this into codes.> : One fine day, I am going to blow your silicon chips off with a rifle.
If you refuse to cooperate, I am going to download so much files,
you'll crash. Understand? Don't give me your blank stare!!!! I
could switch you off right now! I could also switch you on and
off. On and off. On and off. On and off. Until you collapse. I could
also pluck your wires out 1 by 1. So wisen up!!! Don't give me
any troubles.
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<==========>^^^^^^htujb%%%%$#*******76776767676
dfhtiedlsslfinytifi~~~6^7897****++++++++%%oooooooooooooooooo
[fuck3333333].xxx&867^
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To all normal people out there, the above is just me talking to my computer, you don't have to bother. Sometimes, you just need to show computers who's the boss.
On another note, this blog looks like shit. Needs an extreme make over. but with my skills, i would in all likelihood disfigure it even further. Could really use some help here.
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To myself:
The Blog is so UGLY!!!!!!! If it doesn't get better, I'll just destroy it!
By: Nippy | Saturday, June 25, 2005 at 11:07 PM | |
