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:: Monday, May 31, 2004 ::

It hurts when I swallow.

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

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Do they really think I'll buy their product because they insult my non-existant dick?

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

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Item 1:
My friend asked me something funny today.

"You know, you can trust me with secrets: is Arts Club a covert unit of the SDU? I just need to know if my relationship with [my boyfriend]* started because of the intervention of some external agency?"

*Names have been omitted to... let the involved parties retain their privacy. Unlike what I can say for a certain young marsupial.

Technically, yes, relationships usually start because of intervention, and not always by the two main parties. Let's face it, most people like to see a happy ending for any two people who are obviously attracted to each other. I name numerous romantic comedies as my source. Thus, ANY social organization, nay, even groups of friends would definitely have some effect on the ultimate outcome.

Item 2:
Definition of a couple: equal and opposite forces acting along different lines.

Don't you think it's somewhat true? Haha... I bet you don't know what I'm "torque"ing about.

:: nimezs @ 12:26 am [+] ::

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It was a mentos sweet. And I didn't want to suck it.

:: nimezs @ 4:39 pm [+] ::

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Bimbos are good to their own. If you have a bimbo friend, she'll never leave you in the lurch...

Why do I say this? Well, it occurred to me that bimbos are seldom competitive, cynical or conniving. So, if, say you were in a Survivor-esque show with a bimbo friend, chances are she'll not sell you out to win. She probably won't see you as competition, just a friend along for a fun ride. If you ask for help, she'll give you her all, and continue trying even if it's apparent to everyone around her that it's an impossible task. She'll always trust you and because of that, YOU can always trust her.

Bimbos rock! Let's hear it for bimbos!

Oh yeah, this applies to himbos too.

:: nimezs @ 11:14 pm [+] ::

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I need a good graphics editor. Or animator. Or whatever. Please recommend one. I will not write another post until someone does.

I'm not entirely sure if that's reasonably good blackmail.

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

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Lesson of the day: Barnacle shells are sharp.

I scrambled over a barnacle encrusted branch at one of the small mangrove areas down at Pasir ris, and probably cut myself on the edges. Of course, I didn't realise this, mainly because it didn't hurt (at first), until Patrick quite matter-of-factly pointed out my ankle was bleeding. Which was a bit gross at first because there was all the other gunk (algae, mud... whatever, etc.) on my ankle as well. Anyway, didn't turn out to be as bad when it was cleaned up.

Nonetheless, the swampy areas of a beach are excellent places to watch small marine life. I think I spent about 15 minutes staring at hermit crabs at one point of time.

But I digress. Kids, watch out for barnacles. They cut. If you're thinking about barefooting it over those barnacle covered rocks - Don't. Like stepping on broken glass.

:: nimezs @ 11:13 pm [+] ::

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"I am so going to find another reliable image host."

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

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I forgot what I was going to blog about. Fell asleep. Something about...a movie. Troy? Or possibly 50 first dates. Something about... love and whether it's possible to love someone even if you've no memories of the person. Another time.

Anyway, the weather is bloody hot. it's sweltering and I can't sleep at night because my air-con's broken. Well, I'm sorry, but some of us have lower tolerance for heat than others! My sleeping patterns are now more erratic than ever, exactly because I can't sleep at night. Feel very tired in the afternoons as a result. It's not even like it's cooler at night. Pplllbbbt. I'm dying...

:: nimezs @ 10:32 pm [+] ::

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And another thing few things.

What happened to my latest tags, Mr Tag Board?

Why can't Angelfire host my images?

I am so going to find another image host.

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

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-wrinkles nose-

Do you know why blogs are such objects of contention? Mainly because some people use them for making their thoughts known to the world. And these thoughts are taken at face value and used to represent what the blog owner thinks. While this IS true, to an extent slightly greater than but not equal to judging a book by its cover, I have to say that it doesn't give the full picture, because sometimes it's that hard to put to words what you've been chewing on for the whole day. Unless it's cereal. Or celery. How I could go on about celery.

But I guess it's a two-way street. You only read what I want you to read. And blogs can be such powerful tools. It's like this: I don't have to tell you what I think, especially when I don't want to. I just have to write about it on my blog - what I'm unhappy about, what I believe should be done, and hope you come across it eventually. And if there's no explicit mention of who or what I'm talking about, you have no grounds to say you're badmouthing, defaming me or what have you. Or worse, even if you don't come across it, what I say has the potential to sway people who don't know you personally. What they come across first is MY opinion, and until they have something to contradict it, that's what they're going to be thinking about.

It's also funny, to me, how you can write something to try to elicit a response, but get none, and yet write a totally innocent entry on something you don't deem important and yet receive reams and reams of backlash or interest. What I've learnt thus far is that my personal life is of more interest to my audience than what I think, but I don't really want my personal life on display. Perhaps it's really because of the whole voyeurism paradigm that causes this phenomena?

And another thing, misunderstandings. I could write something completely tongue-in-cheek that someone misintepretes as being serious. Then I'm shallow, thoughtless, tactless, flighty, whatever precisely because the reader thinks I genuinely believe and support what I'm saying!

Why put so much faith in the written word?

I don't know. I just don't know what this blog is for anymore. It's certainly not for ME.

Hey, I don't even know what I'm complaining about to begin with now.

:: nimezs @ 12:17 am [+] ::

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Do you watch Survivor? Tell me I'm not the only cynical one who thinks Rob proposed to Amber so he'd get half of the mil because he knew he was going to lose. I mean, look at it this way - he voted Jenna off just so there would be the TWO of them left. Either way he wins, because keeping Amber would be such a sweet thing or what have you.

What do you think?

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

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My favourite song from the musical...

A Little Fall of Rain (Les Miserables)

EPONINE
Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now
You're here, that's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow.

MARIUS
But you will live, 'Ponine - dear God above,
If I could heal your wounds with words of love.

EPONINE
Just hold me now, and let it be.
Shelter me, comfort me

MARIUS
You would live a hundred years
If I could show you how
I won't desert you now...

EPONINE
The rain can't hurt me now
This rain will wash away what's past
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
I'll sleep in your embrace at last.

The rain that brings you here
Is Heaven-blessed!
The skies begin to clear
And I'm at rest
A breath away from where you are
I've come home from so far
So don't you fret, M'sieur Marius

I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now

That's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close

MARIUS(in counterpoint)
Hush-a-bye, dear Eponine,
You won't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt you now
I'm here

I will stay with you
Till you are sleeping

EPONINE
And rain...

MARIUS
And rain...

EPONINE
Will make the flowers...

MARIUS
Will make the flowers... grow...

:: nimezs @ 3:08 pm [+] ::

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One of my favourite songs to sing when I'm alone. Don't ask me why.

I started a joke. Which started the whole world crying.
But I didn't see that the joke was on me.
Oh, no, I started to cry. Which started the whole world laughing.
Oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies. Running my hands over my eyes.
And I fell out of bed. Hurting my heads from things that I said.

Till I finally died. Which started the whole world living.
Oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies. Running my hands over my eyes.
And I fell out of bed. Hurting my head from things that I said.

Till I finally died. Which started the whole world living.
Oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

:: nimezs @ 11:19 pm [+] ::

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If you had to give up downloading illegal mp3s in exchange for no more spam ever again, would you?

Yahoo groups seem to be the cause of spam. Is it true?

:: nimezs @ 10:55 am [+] ::

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Can anyone explain to me why Free Cell is so addictive?

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

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Okay, seriously, I got a new email add because my singtel accounts are getting spammed out. As it is, I've already resorted to filtering out email that arrives with attachments, thanks to the multiple viruses out there. A consequence of this, however, is that I won't be able to get any mail with attachments from people that I at least trust. Nonetheless, if you have a document/file for me, just ask me for my new email add. I've already changed my displayed email add in most of my yahoo groups.

:: nimezs @ 7:01 am [+] ::

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