:: No hablo estúpido ::

And not having a sense of humour is probably fatal.
:: Existentialism makes you Sad. :: Home
-->

lunar phases
 
Me loves a cresent moon. *sigh*
[::..Semi-interesting entries..::]
:: Dear John... [>]
:: William Hung [>]
:: Longest Comment Thread Ever (Part 1) [>]
:: Longest Comment Thread Ever (Part 2) [>]
:: Ode to Steven Lim [>]
:: The exciting life [>]
[::..People!..::]
:: Alveolate's Mouthpiece [>]
:: Whatever [>]
:: Hell's Kitchen [>]
:: Azmisanthrope [>]
:: Petridish Frisbees! [>]
:: Joel's Down Under[>]
:: Trisha's Blog [>]
:: Little Brother B [>]
:: Oh NOES, Angelfire! [>]
[::..Stuff!..::]
[::..archive..::]
September 2002
October 2002
November 2002
December 2002
January 2003
February 2003
March 2003
April 2003
May 2003
June 2003
July 2003
August 2003
September 2003
October 2003
November 2003
December 2003
January 2004
February 2004
March 2004
April 2004
May 2004
June 2004
July 2004
August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
April 2006
May 2014

View My Stats
This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

:: Tuesday, September 30, 2003 ::

I'm hungry!!! I haven't eaten the whole day because of last night when I stayed up till 5.51 a.m. to prep for my presentation. Stupid incidental readings that weren't useful anyway.

No, I'm not anorexic. Stop saying that or I'll eat your fat arm off. I'm not bulemic either. Ew.

Well, you see... sleep became more important than eating, and I have a feeling I might have to give sleep up again tonight for my morning test. grrg.

:: nimezs @ 7:43 pm [+] ::

...
:: Monday, September 29, 2003 ::
Yes, ph34r me for I have succumbed to the terrible monster that is the internet networking craze, and shall be forever tainted by its mark.

I've joined Friendster.

:: nimezs @ 10:45 pm [+] ::

...
:: Saturday, September 27, 2003 ::
On second thought.... It's a little lengthy and a mouthful.

:: nimezs @ 12:19 am [+] ::

...
:: Friday, September 26, 2003 ::
I wrote a poem. Me. A poem. Can you believe it? I'm usually a short-story/ambitious novella writer. I don't know if it's good, but I enjoyed it, at least.

:: nimezs @ 7:03 pm [+] ::

...
:: Thursday, September 25, 2003 ::
Yet another test.

Here's the results, and here's the link to the test.

How accurate was it? I'd go with... it was accurate to some extent, but who am I to say, 'cause if I knew myself that well, I wouldn't need a ruddy test to tell me what kind of person I was, would I?

"you would rather be the architect of a plan than the implementer of it"... True. Very true.

"You tend to stay away from traditional leadership roles, and would rather lead with your ideas..." Also true, I've always thought of myself as rather manipulative.

Now, for a little more entertainment, here's my bimbo interview (questions taken from 8-days)

Definition of a bimbo? Someone who answers every statement with a question mark at the end?
Do people call you a bimbo? (shocked look) Did someone call me a bimbo? Who called me a bimbo? Am I a bimbo? (Breaks down into fits of tears)
Would you date a himbo? Sure, why not? I mean, himbos are supposed to be really, really hot, aren't they? (looks surprised) They're not always?
Pros of being a bimbo? You have really great hair? Oh, you mean having great hair doesn't make you a bimbo? Why not? I would like to have great hair...
Cons of being a bimbo? Well, like, you know, those guys, and some of those girls, they, like, talk to you like you're really stupid and stuff? And like, they think you're stupid, and they say "Oh, she's such a bimbo, I bet she doesn't understand what we're talking about," and it's, like, really, hurtful? And I, like, have to pretend I don't understand them because like duh if they knew I wasn't really that stupid they'd stop explaining everything to me, and I think that's really funny when they think I'm stupid? I mean, like duh, I know what a cretin is? It's like some sort of pastry, isn't it? Geez, sometimes I think it's really silly they keep telling me things I know, like that a cretin is a sort of pastry? I mean, like, I know, you know?
Most bimbotic moment Oh, yeah, there was this time, me and Kevin were chilling, and he was all, like, your memory's really bad? And I was all like, no way, that's so silly? And he was like, yea way, you can't even remember where you park your car most of the time? And then I said, what, did I drive here? And he was like, girl, this is your home? And I was like oh, man, I'm such a bimbo! I can't even remember where I parked my car at my own house! That was totally stupid.

:: nimezs @ 1:31 am [+] ::

...
:: Tuesday, September 23, 2003 ::
Another rant, a statement which I made to a few people.

Independence is when your parents stop feeling sorry for you when something bad happens, and start telling why it was your fault.

The irony of all this is independence is when you realise it IS your fault (because you're independent), but just want a little sympathy.

If you think about it, it's sorta the other way around when you're younger - you get lots of babying you don't want/need, and it's easier to blame other people... Why did this rant come about? I'll tell you.

"Oh, lost your jacket? It's your fault for not checking the taxi before you got off."
"Oh, you have the flu and a sore throat huh, well, who asked you not to drink enough water?" (Funnily, I guess this could be attributed to the loss of my jacket, which is still my fault...)

I'm only ranting because when you're sick, the one thing that you wish you had was someone patting your head and holding you and telling you it was alright, and making you feel comfortable. I can't get that from my parents or my siblings, or most of my friends, because most of them aren't uh... big enough to actually be able to ... be a cushiony comforter, and those of them who are and want to, well, I wouldn't like them to. Silly rant, but then I'm sick. I'm allowed to be silly, feverish and delusional. All those people who did tell me to take care of myself, thanks, but sometimes I wonder if you're just saying it because it's the right thing to. And anyway, even if you hadn't, the fact that the people I care about don't seem to care that much makes me upset enough to forget those who do.

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

...
:: Wednesday, September 17, 2003 ::
The problem with wearing loose pants is that... they're loose.

:: nimezs @ 11:40 pm [+] ::

...
I'm confused. I just took this test that joc recommended. And this is the result.

Guh?

:: nimezs @ 10:54 pm [+] ::

...
Well, what do you know? I was right. As you may or may not know, depending on how long you've known me and how often you've visited my site, I HATE chain-mail because most of them are hoaxes. Guess what I got in my mail box today?

That's right. This.


FOR EVERYONE WHO LOVES ANIMALS

A site that we were able to shut last year has returned. We have to try to shut it down again! A Japanese man in New York breeds and sells kittens that are called BONSAI CATS.

That would sound cute, if it weren't kittens that were put in to little bottles after being given a muscle relaxant and then locked up for the rest of their lives!! The cats are fed through a straw and have a small tube for their faeces. The skeleton of the cat will take on the form of the bottle as the kitten grows. The The cats never get the opportunity to move.

They are used as original and exclusive souvenirs. These are the latest trends in New York, China, Indonesia and New Zealand .

If you think you can handle it, view http://www.bonsaikitten.com and have a look at the methods being used to put these little kittens into bottles. This petition needs 500 names, so please put your one name on it!!! Copy the text into a new email and put your name on the bottom, then send it to everyone you know. If you notice that there are 500 names on the list, please send it to: anacheca@hotmail.com


Naturally I visited the site first to see if it was real. It *is* available online, but seriously, I had my doubts to how legit this site was. Their so-called methods and what not weren't exactly ... realistic... they were laughable even. This guy can't be serious. Of course, there's never any notification on a site that says "This whole site is a hoax! Hahahhaha!". So, I did the next best thing and did a google search on bonsai kittens. And that brings me back to the start of my post. Verification of hoax.

I didn't reply to the person who sent me the email because I've had enough of stupidity for one day. If you're interested in urban legends tho, I'm placing the link on the side of my blog. Any of you tempted to forward chain mail to me, do do do DO verify your sources first. I will become very pissed if people continue to send me messages re Hotmail shutting down my account if I don't send this message out to n number of people. I don't even have a Hotmail account.

:: nimezs @ 9:40 pm [+] ::

...
:: Tuesday, September 16, 2003 ::
I have lost my jacket, and to put it rather inadequately, am distraught. Those of you who have seen my lovely black jacket and know of my fixation with and pride of it will know what a great loss this is to me. It seems appropriate for me to say now "I shall never be happy again," but, so it were, I've learnt material possessions a man does not make, nor should one be so overly obsessed by the same article, and I know by making this rant, I AM obsessing, but I can't help it. I'm upset.

Still, if you're reading this now, you'll know what to get me for my next birthday. That's right, another black jacket I can lovingly tote around like my security blanket. It'll never be the same. I bet you didn't know that jacket was my security blanket. I put it on whenever I'm feeling insecure, or well, for more practical purposes like cold. There's this whole persona that goes with the jacket. I mean, I'd be running around, jacket flapping, heedless of everyone else with that crazy I couldn't give a damn attitude. That jacket makes me feel big and strong. Weird, I know, to be empowered by a piece of clothing. Sigh. That's it for sentimentality.

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

...
:: Monday, September 15, 2003 ::
Okayz... To recap...

On friday, I went to watch Absolutely Serious perform at the Third Place. I walked in, and this other band was playing. I would've walked out if not for the fact these nice men came and gave me a seat. I felt obliged to stay after that, plus, hey, maybe the band I actually came to see would come on after that. Quite hilarious really. The band before was really good, yes, as some people can't stop stressing to me, to which I reply, I didn't come to see them! I was sitting pretty quite close to Lyndon's sister, whom I didn't recognize because I thought it was some woman at first. Yes. Some woman. She's that mature looking. Anyway...

After about 1 and a half hours of that, Absolutely Serious finally came on. Hurrah. I had fun, amazingly, and I liked their lyrics. Most of them. I've a short memory, so don't ask me what they played. I was surprised by how much of a heckler I was in small groups. There was a rather funny exchange between Lyndon's Kenric (this saves me the trouble of having to explain their relationship. It's not what you think. Really. Okay, maybe I'm making you think strange things, but that's just you and your strange mind.) ANYWAY... I knew he was Kenric because he was standing next to Lyndon, and Lyndon was standing next to me and he turned to me and told me "Kenric said NUS cancelled their one week break..." so I KNEW the guy was Kenric. To cut long story short... I was standing in a corner smsing my friend, (and I'm paraphasing here because I can't remember the exact words) "Oh, she's standing over there in the corner. What? You mean she's Simin? Your neighbour? Really? Oh."

Then he comes over and tells me he didn't recognize me before. I said "That's okay, I didn't recognize you either." Haha.

It's the hair. We've both grown it longer.

Saturday: I played Chrono Trigger for the whole day. The end.

Sunday: Hmm. Went for cell. Had lunch at Sunshine Plaza (good wanton mee. Really good wanton mee). After that I went to Joel's house because we were both bored and had nothing to do till 6. And as he put it, "There's marginally more stuff to do at my house than at Orchard Road." And so I found out. Hahaha. Then we went out, okay, I went out with the girls, (Lisa, Mel, Lishan) to celebrate Lisa's birthday. We went to Wheelock place to have sushi. Then we shopped around, and I really, really wish we had some photo taking phone thingy, because you have no idea how fun it is for you to browse at shops you can't afford to shop at. Gorgeous trenchcoats and stuff at Zara. I want photos of me in a trenchcoat!

That's that then. Except that we have a new strip out on Azmi's page. Please do check it out. And I mean do.

:: nimezs @ 12:50 am [+] ::

...
:: Thursday, September 11, 2003 ::
I just did a search for blogspot and NUS and 5040 entries came up. Most of which, I suppose are owned by NUS students, half of which contain rants about school.

Now you'll hear mine. It starts...

I just had dinner. Really. Because of AGM at school. I'm not too sure why I remained through the whole bloody thing, (or at least within the proximity of the meeting) or even why I continued playing bridge with people who probably won't remember/ don't know who I am.

And that's it. I'm going to do my tutorial now. I may be close to break down this weekend! Wheee~!

"Ohhhh! I can't take it... You're too smart for me! Kim is planning a surprise party for you after school, he's gonna bring all the kids because he loves you... that boy loves you so much!!......... I'm baking the cake." - My favourite cartoon character ever!

:: nimezs @ 11:23 pm [+] ::

...
:: Monday, September 08, 2003 ::
I spent my weekend playing Chrono Trigger, and liking it. Hrm.

Okay, just so my ordering system won't be screwed up AGAIN, this is me, posting at 2.49 AM on Tuesday, but slotted into the Monday post.

Few stuffs to say.

First, I shouldn't be up so late, yes, I know so shut up and let me continue already!, but I am, so deal with it. Secondly, as you'll notice the site has been slightly changed, which may or may not explain why I'm up so late. I've added some links, one containing my information in case people wander on here without knowing who I am, and will probably add more in the future, but I'd like to draw your attention to the "Pick up lines" link? It's quite funny actually. Seriously.

E.g: (Walk over to her)"Ok, you can stand next to me, as long as you don't talk about it."

That's just one line from one of the categories. If you ever decide to submit any, let me know?

Cheers and good night.

:: nimezs @ 10:39 pm [+] ::

...
My next strip is up. I won't say it's better than before because I did 4 strips at one go about one or two(?) weeks ago, so the style is still the same. It'll only change after the 4th strip. More shadows and shading and stuff. If the expressions look a bit familiar, blame my easily being influenced by the styles of other cartoonists. Yes, blame me. Also, I know the characters start looking slightly different from strip to strip, but... uhm. I'm trying to get into my groove here. Me begs forgiveness humbly from readers.

:: nimezs @ 12:51 am [+] ::

...
:: Saturday, September 06, 2003 ::
You guys only comment when I put a picture up don't you? I feel unloved.

-stomps off-

:: nimezs @ 12:57 am [+] ::

...
:: Friday, September 05, 2003 ::
I said Real life was too cool didn't I? IT IS SO!
Butter dipped butter!!
Only one year and 391 strips to read!

:: nimezs @ 1:19 am [+] ::

...
Today's story is about how I was rendering characters in win paint again, but unfortunately saved my work in progress as a JPG which makes changing the colour scheme tres hard. So. Now... We have a red head instead. Because I was playing around with the hair colour. Sigh.
Don't save in .JPG format on win paint

Well, actually that's not true. It's only recently.

:: nimezs @ 12:03 am [+] ::

...
:: Thursday, September 04, 2003 ::
Real Life is too cool.

:: nimezs @ 1:06 am [+] ::

...
:: Tuesday, September 02, 2003 ::
Google has acquired Blogger, I heard. I guess that's why you'll find my blog at the top the Google search list if you type Carpe Veritas, carpeveritas or Confessions of a Teenage Rambler. As a side note, Lyndon, your page turns up a few entries down too. It's pretty neat, in a way, I guess. Which brings me to the topic I was going to bring up. That about my web page and how my friend discovered it because she typed in her name in Google.com Pretty amazing, huh? (Her name's Sianying, BTW). Then *I* tried it too, and look what turned up... yet another webpage from one of my ex-classmates. I think random searches on Google.com are going to be a major fun time thing for me.

Just so, I'm going to put this list of nicknames here. For fun.
#medicine
CityAngel
euphrosyn
H2SO4-afk
hogwartz
SLR
AMG
Santino
blaaez

And of course, the dear blogphiles, joc and Sardaukar.

I wonder how long it'll take for those names to turn up.

:: nimezs @ 11:09 pm [+] ::

...
Okay, I'm doing this as a favour to Joe and his silly little nonsense schemes because you gotta love that boy for the... er... well... you just gotta. And so he won't look as silly.

http://www.talklikeapirate.com/

You've been forewarned.

Oh, uh. You've been postwarned. Like now. You've been warned.

:: nimezs @ 3:53 pm [+] ::

...
Hmm. Okay, sorry to harp about the note I received AGAIN, but I finally went to visit the diary she's holding on FOD, and it looks like she's been sending notes to random FODs. All in all a rather interesting read, especially the notes on it. I've never learnt so much about the views of others on religion before.

And if those notes are to be believed, she's getting all the attention she's trying to get.

:: nimezs @ 3:51 pm [+] ::

...
:: Monday, September 01, 2003 ::
Okay. I've thought about it, and maybe whoever it is sent me that note has a point. The method is dubious, but the point is there. I get it.

On a lighter note, I played badminton today with Yosh, her cousin Jac (Which I'm assuming is short for Jacqueline?) and Azmi. My right arm hurts, my lower torso hurts and I'm tired, but unfortunately due to the nap I had just now, not sleepy.

It's been only 3 weeks of school... and the monotony is already getting to me. Not to mention the dull excitement/worry about the next assignment etc. If this is what it's going to be like every sem, I don't know if I can take it when the work load gets heavier.

And lastly, THIS. Oh, yeah.

:: nimezs @ 11:04 pm [+] ::

...
Visited FOD. Am shocked that there seem to be quite a few pregnant teenagers using FOD. Well, not at the fact that they're using FOD, but more of the fact there are so many of them. I could visit blog at random and two or three of them are pregnant teenagers. I've nothing against them, but I just feel so... weird about it? I feel strange that I'm 20 this year, and that nobody I know is pregnant (thank goodness), and that it seems to be rather too common for comfort elsewhere... Why? How? So young! I don't know if I'm sorry or shocked, or whether it's right for me to be either in the first place.

I also realised that I do have several readers for my stories, and of course, one very faithful one. Most of my readers are female though, which makes me wonder why. Conclusion: More female FOD holders, therefore greater chance of female writers coming across my FOD?

Very thankful for them, it makes writing worthwhile... and well... unfortunately shifts the focus of writing from about me to for them.

And I got a note on my latest installment!


Imagine the worst pain in your life. Multiply it by a thousand. Now imagine feeling that pain for eternity. Neverending. Always there. No reprieve.

That is what your future holds in store if you do no accept the Lord Jesus into your Heart...burning forever in the Pits of Hell. Kind of makes the decision easy for you to make huh?

[True Christian™]


Um. Okay. Thanks, I guess....I'm going to Hell if I don't accept Jesus Christ into my life. I feel so warm and special now that I know that the "the decision easy for [me] to make". Should I accept because of fear of Hell or fear of God? Are they interchangable? Is this really the way to do things?

I'm not quite sure how to react. But I have, unfortunately, even if it should've been better not to say anything. I really don't know.
I apologize if this offends anyone. I've learnt that you can never be too sensitive, so I'd rather err on the side of caution.

:: nimezs @ 2:12 am [+] ::

...
Hey hey! Here's the comic up, finally!

We decided to call it Too True, despite the fact it's probably not very original or truthful, but, adds to the whole irony of it, yeah? Once again, I'm just the artist. I play very little part in the actual punch lines, except probably in aesthetic arrangement of the speech bubbles, hence the ordering of lines.

I'm very pleased about it, but I've pledged that this isn't going to be the main focus of my life because it would be kind of sad if it were. Therefore, please don't expect me to deliver promptly, if you do decide to read, because I may not be free to draw. There are things much more important to me in life than drawing (gasp!).

But, but, but, as I said I have drawn 6 strips, and since we're posting every monday and thursday... There's not much worry about the next 3 weeks, yeah? Cheers.

:: nimezs @ 1:33 am [+] ::

...

Get awesome blog templates like this one from BlogSkins.com