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:: Thursday, January 30, 2003 ::

Woohoo. CNY! CNY CNY!

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

:: nimezs @ 11:12 pm [+] ::

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DO you KNOW WHAT YOUR NAME MEANS?!

:: nimezs @ 2:45 am [+] ::

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Alright, so I caved in and added 4 chapters in all.

:: nimezs @ 1:29 am [+] ::

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boredom reigning again, so have added two more chapters to my fodS.O..

:: nimezs @ 11:50 pm [+] ::

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I think the names in "Hero" were cool. Henceforth I shall be known as Floating Shadow, or Piaoyin. Oh God-of-small-things-that-don't-matter, I'm deadly boring.

:: nimezs @ 11:46 pm [+] ::

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Prepare yourselves for this.

Get this, YASAR number 2.... THE BACHELORETTE!

Aren't you soooo psyched to find out about this show? No? Why not? 25 men vying for one woman's affection? Role-reversal? No? Really? Ah heck, me neither, actually. 25 men living together in one house is kinda creepy. 25 men fighting over one woman. Hmmmm. Can't imagine the sex she'll be getting. And also... does that mean she's the dominant one in this relationship? Can those men accept it? Or like I said, is this 15 mins of fame shot thingy. Oh well.

I guess the Bachelorette sounds better than calling it the Spinster.

:: nimezs @ 10:48 pm [+] ::

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Yet another stupid American reality show (YASARS), American Pop Idol (or something) has hit our television screens. Oh joy. Like I'd want to watch these teenagers make fools of themselves because they all think they have what it takes to be adored by millions of other teenagers. Worse, it doesn't seem to me that the selection process rests largely on the audience's shoulders. There's the SOB judge who puts some of them down (sadly, not in the same manner that unwanted animals are). Seriously speaking, let's analyse the sucess of this Teen Idol. Remember Bardot? Who? Exactly my point.

Maybe it's that whole love of watching people get down and dirty on television. YASARS is probably the worst genre of television there is. The only exception to that I feel so far is TAR, but then, I watch it the most, so maybe I'm biased.

Dum di dum. The end.

:: nimezs @ 10:35 pm [+] ::

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I am stressed. It's something that I can't deny, because I feel all the signs of it. I'm tired, my hands are shaking, I feel like I have to take deep breaths all the time. I don't want to be affected like this, but I hate it when I get dragged into things that should not concern me to begin with. I hate to be accused of lying when I haven't. I hate it when people try to guilt me by using loaded language.

But my conscious is clear, and I have nothing to worry about. I hope this anxiety is merely the aftershock of being bombarded with accusations like that. I frankly don't care what he thinks about me, because all I've done is answer to questions truthfully.

I do know I want to get angry. I want to be very angry, and fire back some responses, but the friend I was with has a point. I should just ignore all this and relax. And I will.

:: nimezs @ 11:47 pm [+] ::

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This is my report of the Arts Bash 1, held at the Newsroom Bar, Mhd Sultan. The party only really heated up at around 10.30, after the mandatory entertainment stuff. The dance floor was packed. After a unsuccessful pick-up of one of my companions and a groping incident which involved my waist, we exitted male-dominated dance floor, to chill out at the bar. My companions left early, so I was left in the company of one ex-boyfriend. Not the best choice, but better than being alone in the bar, prey to the wolves on the prowl. At about 1.30, crowd started to thin... and we were left with more girls on the dance-floor than guys. Hit the dance-floor again, worked off some fat, then retreated to the nearby couches to regroup and recuperate. Following which, we decided to leave since it was getting late (early?).

All in all, an interesting bash, though sorely lacking in the good range of music which had marked the Arts Bash 2 last year.

:: nimezs @ 4:06 pm [+] ::

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Hmm. What was I going to do? Ah right.

This is in my psychology textbook. It's a view proposed by Robert Sternberg in his triangular theory of love.

Romantic love is high on passion and intimacy, but low on commitment.

Liking and friendship are characterized by intimacy, but not by passion and commitment.

Infatuation has a high level of passion but it has not developed into intimacy or a committed relationship.

Complete love (consummate love) involves all three: passion, intimacy and commitment.

In case you're wondering what passion, intimacy and commitment mean, they are, respectively: erotic attraction, sharing feelings and confidences, and dedication to putting this relationship first in one's life.

Huh. Well, and to think all these years I've been wondering what love is. Well. I've been infatuated. But then hey, aren't most teenagers with their rage-y hormones and stuff. Heck. I'm only going to be a teenager for another 9 months exactly. Cool. Exactly the normal gestation period of a human being.

:: nimezs @ 11:43 pm [+] ::

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I'm too trigger-happy sometimes. But that's not the point. This is.

:: nimezs @ 1:25 am [+] ::

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How to tell if a teenage-rambler is infatuated with you (All conditions must apply)
1) Directs you to blog.
2) *Always* initiates the conversation.
3) *Always* has the last word in a conversation.
4) Talks EXCESSIVELY about himself or herself.
5) Afraid of offending you.
6) Constantly drops your name in front of her friends.
7) Dresses nicely for you.
8) Compliments you often.
9) Has unabashedly open talks with you.
10) Drops names of other suitors in attempts to get a rise out of you.

:: nimezs @ 8:16 pm [+] ::

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Never confuse contentment with happiness.

One is something that allows you to pass life without wanting to kill yourself, and the other is something that makes life all the more worth living. Hmm. Putting it in that perspective certainly makes it rather pessimistic still. But truly, contentment doesn't = happiness. A lot of people think they're happy when they're merely contented. Happiness is when you're bursting with joy, not just when you think nothing in your life sucks too much for the time being. Sure, I'm contented at the moment, but I'm sure as hell not happy. This doesn't mean I'm sad. Sadness isn't the absence of happiness. It's the opposite of happiness. Therefore unhappiness doesn't = sadness.

Therefore, not being contented is not = to being unhappy which is not = sadness. Whatever.

Quite mathematical we're turning out to be, aren't we? Or I, rather.

Alright, let's be honest. I'm in the doldrums again. My schedule for school bites. I have nothing to look forward to. Urgh, and yucks, and also sigh.

:: nimezs @ 11:21 pm [+] ::

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I'm a narcissist. I talk about myself too much.

:: nimezs @ 11:56 pm [+] ::

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Dearest darling visitors, I have a site for you today. Mel, this is sooo something you should read, you'll love it.

So you thought the men in LOTR were gay?

And if that's not enough. There's a sort of update for the two towers one here, though not yet complete.

Damn. Why didn't I think of doing something like that? LOL. Must get together with Mel and do something like that for some other famous show. Those of you who liked the televisionwithoutpity.com reviews should like these secret diaries.

:: nimezs @ 1:57 am [+] ::

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A little girl dances lightly across the green meadows that stretch as far as the eye can see. The golden sun burns brilliantly against the vivid blue of the cloudless sky. Here and there, patches of white daisies wave in the little breezes racing across the fields, the delicious smell of heather wafting in their wake.

Once upon a time, there was a perfect day.

:: nimezs @ 11:07 pm [+] ::

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Alright. I got my results. I have a CAP of 3.4 which, in my opinion isn't that good. And when your friends start going "Hmm. Actually, it's not bad...", I start believing it isn't that good.

And that level 3000 module - Late Medieval Literature and Culture... Dropped it and took up Reading American Texts. So for the time being I'm somewhat happy about that. And, as psychologists believe, people in good moods are more likely to respond to favours being asked of them, so ask away if you need something from me. I might even say yes.

:: nimezs @ 8:41 pm [+] ::

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very mentally tired at the moment. Results and possibly too difficult module to think about.

:: nimezs @ 12:30 am [+] ::

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If you loved the Animaniacs, I've got a page that contains all their wacky songs. It's funny. Do take the time to read some of the lyrics. They're priceless. Hehe.

:: nimezs @ 7:22 pm [+] ::

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Whoopee! First day of school for me. Seriously, I was quite happy to be back on campus, starting a new academic year. So many new things to learn and look forward to. Attended a History module today; HY1101E: Asia and the Modern World. It was quite fun, actually, despite the fact it was a history lecture, and people tend to think, oh ho-hum, history is boring. Er well, frankly speaking, it can be... if you've got boring lecturers.. Hahaha..

In other news, I have reason to believe there's something wrong with my screen, because it looks awfully blurry, and I'm quite sure it's not a problem with my eyes (at least I hope not), but if this keeps up there *will be* a problem with my eyes, because I feel inclined to squint at the moniter.

Also, the best thing to happen to instant food - instant mashed potatoes. I love instant mashed potatoes. Especially if you add lots of butter and milk. Sure it's fattening, but it tastes really good. Trust me on this.

:: nimezs @ 6:47 pm [+] ::

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I've got a very slight rash (i.e. not noticeable as long as you don't intrude into my personal space) on my neck, and I'm wondering if it's a side-effect of my alcoholic binges this past two weeks. *Cringe* Alright, let's not use the word "binge" because it would be so wrong. Let's say... forrays? Hmmmm. I had a reaction like this the last time i drank vodka, which was in 2001. (THAT long ago? Hmmm) Which leads me to suspect I might be allergic to either vodka or have a problem with alcohol.

:: nimezs @ 1:00 am [+] ::

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I'm still being sick, but less sick, so I'll actually go to school tomorrow. Finally, I've decided on Psychology, Theatre Studies, History, and two literature modules, namely; Late Medieval Literature and Culture, and Singaporean Literature in Context. Philosophy and Psychology would be too much of a burden to me, so I had to drop that. Philosophy. Although I would have loved taking it. I think. *bounces up and down excitedly* School tomorrow! Yay School!

Yeah right.

:: nimezs @ 11:57 pm [+] ::

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Fuck, I hate being sick. Half drugged up, half drowsy with dozens and dozens of tissue papers soaked with bodily fluids flowing from your nasal cavities. You look like shit, and feel like shit, and there's nothing for you to do but lie around and choke on your mucus. Sneeze and sneeze and sneeze until your throat feels sore and you're so freaking tired you want to lie down, but your head spins each time it touches the pillow. Fuck, I hate being sick.

:: nimezs @ 1:09 am [+] ::

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Oh, and one more thing.

The sequel to "The Attack of the Killer Sore Throat" is here. Lozenges and paracetamol in hand, my troops go bravely to battle with the heinous virus army.

*cough* *cough* Sigh.

:: nimezs @ 2:00 am [+] ::

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Hurrah, it's back. And I only had to republish my archives 3 times. Point to technology.

:: nimezs @ 1:55 am [+] ::

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I just realised that a major portion of my november posts are missing. This is quite distressing, considering the loss of my handphone and my exam stresses were detailed there. Man! how do I get it back?

:: nimezs @ 1:48 am [+] ::

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This is funny. I was reading it just now because I had nothing better to do, and only got about one third way through before I threw my hands up in exasperation of the trivial things they argue about. Oh, spoiler there, but tis interesting still. Very human. Oh, so very human behaviour. I can relate.

I saw Gangs of New York today. Good action. Lots of action in fact. Not withstanding the fact that Leonardo Dicaprio looks like shite here, it was quite a good show. I don't say very good, because it was tres draggy and long. (read: 2 hr 45 min long movie) But then, the Two Towers beats it hands down with 3 hrs, and I thought THAT was pretty good, so who am I to complain? Cameron Diaz was gorgeous in this. The ending was quite satisfying, and the performance by the actor who plays Bill Cuttings (I think that's his name...) was really good. Interesting film.

I've been offered the post of house i/c for the next freshmen orientation camp, and I'm pretty excited about that, because it's the first time I've done anything like that. It should be very..... interesting. Considering they need loud and exciting people. Of which, I am not, most of the time, unless inebriated. Then again, I'm just loud when inebriated. The excitement's only from other people wondering what stupid thing I'll say next. But never mind. The one redeeming factor is that I know I'll be older than most of them, which gives me a sense of power... and... well. haha... that is highly essential in my manipulation of them. For my part, of course. I need to be psyched up to do this kinda thing.

:: nimezs @ 12:56 am [+] ::

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Well, I must admit I thought ... actually I still do... I think watching a show a second time is a waste of money, but in the case of Two Towers I'll make an exception. It was just as good the second time round, although me and mel were more on the lookout for the alleged gay scenes.. heh. Like between Legolas and Aragorn.... Sam and Frodo. Hahaha... I made a point that Legolas was more worked up when Aragorn was allegedly dead then when they thought the two hobbits were dead. Makes you think doesn't it? And that scene where Gandalf and his merry band storm into the halls of Rohan; he looks like he's wearing sneakers. LOL.

:: nimezs @ 10:43 pm [+] ::

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Did I mention I hate chain mail? I hate chain mail. I hate anything that requires me to forward something so that my love life won't be screwed up, or I won't die in some freak accident involving a toy car and a piece of paper. (My love life is non-existant anyway) I hate those cutesy forwarded emails that say stuff like "If you don't send this back to me, I'll know you're not my friend..." (Screw you. If you were my friend you wouldn't be sending me the same thing you send to everyone, including collegues, teachers and people you don't even remember.) I hate chainmail that tells you there's some kid dying in Asdsdalkjadsa and needs money for a brain transplant and that every forwarded mail will earn a cent from Bill Clinton. (Yeah, right. Sending me the mailing address, and I'll send him fifteen dollars, which is much more than the 20 cents you'll get from me mailing this to all my friends.)

If you're a compulsive forwarder, you need help. Right now. Tell this to at least 10 of your forwarder friends or your life will be hell.

:: nimezs @ 4:03 am [+] ::

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So, what is it about sex then?

Sounds like a strange question, no? But this topic has everyone mystified, turned on, repulsed, leery... and many other adjectives which I cannot name on the spur of the moment without a good thesaurus... hmm. or dictionary for that matter. But anyhow, I reiterate. What is it about sex?

I mean, many people seem to regard it as a highly enjoyable *recreational* (not to mention reproductive) sport. I'm sure it's enjoyable, myself never having experienced it, will take the words of those who have. But, even given that, aren't there other sports or activities more enjoyable than sex? Probably not, you say? Well then, if you've never experienced it, how would you know?

I dunno. I think i'm just very curious about why and how it's become such a powerful topic. It's something that people seem to have a lot to talk about. Apart from those who completely avoid and shun it, of course.

And what a tool it is. Use it to grab attention, use it to get what you want, use it to punish, use it to reward... Is the human race that deeply affected by physical activites? I'm sure the "enjoyment" isn't the only part of the activity.. What else about it makes it so special? Why don't all animals have sex for pleasure as well?

It sounds crazy to me... but sex seems to have become important. In the past it was just something... that happened. But now people talk about, analyse it, conduct surveys, give therapy for it. Are we placing more emphasis on sex?

I'm not sure where this discussion is headed... once again... =P

:: nimezs @ 3:01 am [+] ::

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Happy New Year! I think I made some bad choices about how I was going to spend my New Year's Eve yesterday because I found myself standing outside a smoky club at midnight. One point I have to make about clubbing? I realised you don't have to know how to dance well at all. The flashing lights take care of that. Haha... Still, there's something unsavoury about a room packed full with sweaty, gyrating bodies. But half the people are high I guess. I had a glass of vodka 7-up... I could hardly taste the vodka, but it was there, because I got flushed about 20 minutes later. I think I would've been much happier spending a quiet night star-gazing at a remote beach. JUST star-gazing, mind you. A picnic to go along with it would've been nice. Haha.. Looks like I've got plans for next year already then! Went to catch Two Weeks Notice with my cousins. The show wasn't bad, but there was a part from the trailer that wasn't in the show. You know, the part when Lucy's friend goes "You love him." And she says: "I love him?" "You love him." "I *love* him?" Silence. She pokes her friend and says : "Go on, it's your turn."

But anyway. It's 2003! Happy New Year! School starts on Monday. =P

:: nimezs @ 2:43 pm [+] ::

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