Something just occurred to me while I was having a Psych stats tutorial today. Some alarm rang. For quite a while, but no one reacted.
I just wondered - if there was a real fire, and the alarm went off, no one would actually move until someone slammed the door open and screamed "Fire! Fire!"
So much for fire drills.
:: nimezs @ 12:19 am [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, January 28, 2004 ::
People really do look better in dim places! Hahahaha.... at least I think that's in my case.
To clarify... I've discovered a dark truth about myself. I'm a crazy party animal. -heads head in shame- I was at devil's bar, and I spent the night dancing away. I didn't drink, and more's the pity, since anything stupid/weird/particularly daring I did could've been written off as an effect of being high (i.e. doing things which seem like a good idea at the time). Come to think of it like that, then yes, I was high, but not on alcohol. I blame the flashy lights, the smoke and the fatigue. Never underestimate my insanity when I'm short on sleep.
Oh, but yeah, anyway, the looking better in dim places thing is really a matter of (a-ha a-ha) me scoring! Yeah, I know I'm not a dude, but hi, a pick up is still a pick up. Boosts the ego... =P I'm always game for a constant reaffirmation of my loveliness.. Muahahhahaha...
Okay, that's enough from me. Too many dark secrets for one night.
Strangely enough, I'm not a crazy despot. There are so many reasons why the previous statement would not be true, but today we're not going into that. I'll give you a hint though. I'm not a despot!
Anyway, today was one of those lazy hazy days.
:: nimezs @ 12:45 am [+] ::
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:: Sunday, January 25, 2004 ::
"Violent hostility is just sublimated sexual attraction."
"It's not some holy, exalted thing, you know. It's about appetite and wanting and need and all those other things that make people do ugly things to each other. There's no betrayal without love, no loss without it, no jealousy. Half the ugliness in this world comes from it. It cuts and burns and makes wounds that don't ever heal. Give me hatred any day. Now there's an emotion I can get behind. You always know where you stand with it."
"Heartbreak teaches us about ourselves... A broken heart spills all its secrets."
"'Cheese not scary.'
'Of course it's scary! It's mold! Mold is innately frightening!'"
"Never let it be said by me that you are not a burnished sex god."
"I have a very low pain threshold, really. Hardly a threshold at all. More like a small but tastefully decorated foyer."
I've been reading again. Boredom is still the euphemism, though I think I could be doing better things...
:: nimezs @ 12:29 am [+] ::
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:: Saturday, January 24, 2004 ::
Random quotes from somewhere? -smile-
"...She smiled politely, and affected an interested air, as if she would ever be curious about his female friends..."
"Sure. I'm easy. I wish some women were too."
"He found the silence slightly unnerving, since she was looking distracted instead of fiercely concentrated."
"I don't need people feeling sorry for me or hating me because of their misconceptions. All I really need now is acceptance. Not apologies."
"Oh shut up. I just think it's demeaning to manipulate guys by using your feminine wiles like that."
"Sexual attraction is great and all, but it's not relationship sustaining as a stand-alone."
"He knew then that what they had was never real, just a passing fancy, like a dream which eludes upon waking up, leaving only memories of its sweetness."
"I don't know, she thought. Or maybe I do know, but I don't know how to express it. This feeling inside me won't die because you don't love me. Sometimes I forget that you'll never love me. I want you to be happy, and I wish that that would make me happy too. But it doesn't always."
"She blushed furiously, realising she was trying to flirt with him again. Fun, but utterly pointless. She groaned inwardly. It was all so simple. He was out of bounds. They could only be friends. Yet she was still doing all the little things that girls do to make guys fall for them..."
"You love him," he repeated flatly, as if he couldn't believe her, didn't believe in those words. "Why do you love him? How do you know you love him? Does he love you? How do you know he loves you? Do you know what love is?" He said, voice rising to a shout."
"You’re happy, and I’m not, I’m not happy, and I hate it because you have no way of understanding how I feel!"
Boredom is the euphemism I'm using for now. For the reason. Yeap. Boredom.
:: nimezs @ 2:07 am [+] ::
Rule 53...:If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.
Oh, and this is like a more detailed explaination of the blog craze. Do take a look.
http://mama.indstate.edu/users/bones/WhyIHateWebLogs.html "Who reads these weblogs? Nobody! Maybe fellow weblog authors read each others weblogs out of a sense of desperation...the feeling that if they read someone else's weblog, someone will read theirs. It's kindof like cooperative advertising too, people will cross-post, linking weblog entries to each other's weblogs."
:: nimezs @ 10:32 pm [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, January 21, 2004 ::
Worry for me, for I have painted my toenails glittery golden baby pink, an act which I fear is the beginning to my downward spiral into bimbohood.
:: nimezs @ 11:53 pm [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, January 20, 2004 ::
I've said this before, and I'll say it again. Blogs are forms of shameless self-indulgence. Think about it. It allows you to broadcast to a pretty damned large audience what you think about something, at the same time giving them an insight to the kind of person you are. I mean, I should know. And you would too. I mean, you're reading this, aren't you? That's right, and you know I condone shameless self-indulgence of this kind. Who's a clever boy? Who's a clever boy?
It's the whole voyeur issue again. People come back only because those crazy bastards want to either live vicariously through you or gawk at the amazing/ludicrious/funny/screwed things you get up to. But the funny part is that you want them to. That's the whole point of a public blog, isn't it? Exhibitionist and voyeur. We all get our thrills somewhere.
Another thing - how do you keep them coming back? Scintillating reports of one's daily existence. You find stuff in your life that people are actually interested in and make like a soap opera to keep them coming back. If you're a crashing bore (i.e. no life), then you're pretty much going to be ranting about one thing or another most of the time to keep your readers craving for more senseless anger. Unless, of course, you make writing about boring things your modus operandi. Essentially though, it's all about REACTION. You give them something to think about and react to. Even if it means calling them insensitive jerks without an iota of tact to know when to say what. All the time, criticism. All the time. I know you don't like me, but you don't have to make is so obvious. (See that? That's whingy guilt tripping in a bid to elicit attention right there. Not that they care or that it ever works anyway. Yes, I don't know when to stop.)
Someone did say I write about my life mostly, and not what I think about. I guess that's because I do most of my thinking when it's quiet and I'm alone. Especially when travelling. I think a lot on the bus, but jotting down thoughts on a moving bus has proved to be extremely... non-productive. Plus, I tend not to write very emotional pieces here because tendency has it that good friends worriedly ask me if something's wrong later on after the mood has worn on. It's not just good friends, of course, but no offense to friends out there, I don't really relish the thought of (collective)"you" knowing that I can be dangerously capricious in moods. And even if you did know I was in a bad mood, what could you do about it? I've realised only a few people can actually make me laugh when I'm all riled up and pissy. -sad smile-
That aside, do you think it's appropriate for a girl to woo a guy? (You can react to this, you know, or do you only respond to posts/questions that are addressed in 300 or more words?)
:: nimezs @ 1:31 am [+] ::
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:: Sunday, January 18, 2004 ::
"It's important that someone celebrate our existance. People are the only mirror we have to see ourselves in. The domain of all meaning. All virtue, all evil, are contained only in people. There is none in the universe at large. Solitary confinement is a punishment in every human culture."
:: nimezs @ 11:49 pm [+] ::
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Loneliness is a state of mind, not a state of being.
:: nimezs @ 3:07 am [+] ::
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:: Saturday, January 17, 2004 ::
Today, I was involved in a slash and run accident. This person ran past me and sliced my arm with her sharp file. My friend said she's paying me back for snatching her boyfriend. I said I don't even have a boyfriend, how could I snatch hers? And then my friend told me that it was precisely because I didn't have a boyfriend, so I snatched hers. Okay. Small laugh. Haha.
Other thing today, was bored outside the clubroom... drawing idly on win paint. I remarked it looked like an advertisement for a sanitary pad. So with some uhm... creative input from JC, we came up with this.
Tutorial registration has dropped into NUS currently, and everyone's scrambling for preferred time slots. So, the thing is, I can't get my tutorial for Cognitive psych, so I'm trying to add a class so I can swap for a better time that doesn't clash with one of my lectures. But see, I don't even GET to add a class because it clashes with one of my lectures. Ergo, I'm left with NO classes and mostly impotent with rage because I've tried their appeal system last year and even though my problem was exactly the same, I got rejected. At least I had a tutorial class with which to swap. And the whole spiffing problem didn't get solved until I went to the lecturer and complained.
i'm terence here n like to b fren wif u. sori that I dun hv a pic. I’m 23 nw. can u cal or sms mi at 90022746? or can u leave down ur contact no?....i like to play pool. mayb we can hv a game in future. I oso like to watch movie oso. if u dun mind, i can give u a ride wif my bike around sg. hope to hear from ur gd new asap. take care.
Dear terence,
Too much information. Not interested. Will take care though. Mostly surprised, since profile says "Might be suffering from MPD. Prone to bouts of threatened extreme violence.... a hypocrite." Thought you might have better sense to try and 'friend' someone like that.
I'm Dominic 21 here..Wanna be your friend..Can i?
Don't know if you CAN, you're welcome to try, though not much interest there because 1) message too short, 2) not catchy, 3) no details as to how I would benefit from friendship with you.
Have taken cognitive psych. Still not able to get management and organisation. Outbidded at 500 pts. I don't know how high tmr's bidding will get to. Ridiculous, really.
:: nimezs @ 10:51 pm [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, January 07, 2004 ::
Dear 2003,
You've been fairly good to me, I must say. You brought me quite a few new friends, let me learn about God, filled my days with activities. I can't say I've been proud of all of them, but I'm glad for most of the things I did while you were around. I think you've been one of the best years I've had in all 20 I've lived. I really enjoyed my time with you.
While there was much cause to laugh and be happy about, during the course of your stay I've cried too. More so than any other years. I cried mostly because I realised I had to let go of a lot of things, realised that just because you want something doesn't mean you can or must have it. It was hard accepting that, I must admit, and even harder letting go of my desires. I've learnt that I also have to focus on the things I do have, instead of what I don't. Even THIS lesson many take for granted. To know doesn't always lead to doing.
Still, you've taught me a lot, and because of this, doubt is ever present in my life. It's not a presence I welcome, but I can't shun it either. This IS real life after all, and I can't go on heedlessly accepting and never questioning. Have I grown up? Yes, a little, but not enough. There are so many times I can look back on my time with you and see the selfishness, disregard and the hurtful things I've done to not only others, but myself. If you can't strive to be a better person in each coming year, what else is there for you in life?
I will miss you dearly, for your departure heralds a new chapter in my life, one that already has bad beginnings. School and the module bidding system is making me a little stressed. On top of that, some of my friends will be leaving this year. I hate goodbyes, and I hate the empty feeling I get when someone I care about isn't close at hand, now more than a bus trip away.
Without departures though, how can the new come in? And so I say goodbye. You've passed on, the memories linger, surely, and I'm letting go in hope 2004 will treat me as well as you did, if not better.
I can't view my own blog, or any blog from blogspot for some strange reason.
:: nimezs @ 9:20 pm [+] ::
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:: Monday, January 05, 2004 ::
Aren't you glad life isn't a bed of roses... ? All those thorns would kill you!
:: nimezs @ 3:23 pm [+] ::
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:: Saturday, January 03, 2004 ::
It's been nearly a month since I cut my hair... Wow. This blog-journal-time-date-thingy is actually useful!
:: nimezs @ 2:40 am [+] ::
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It's funny how people who see me with short hair look at me in disbelief and say things like "You cut your hair!". And then they touch my short hair as if they can't believe it's really cut.
:: nimezs @ 12:37 am [+] ::
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:: Thursday, January 01, 2004 ::
Well, Happy New Year folks. Any resolutions? I'll try to be less violent, nicer. In compensation, I think I'll probably be less enthused about anything too.
Yeah, before I do that, just so you know, I hate your guts. That's right. YOU! Yeah, that's it then.
