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:: Thursday, April 28, 2005 ::
:: Thursday, April 21, 2005 :: Yeah. I just finished off a thousand word essay and it only took me... okay, fine, 3 hours, which is a poorer record than my 2000 words in 4 hours. Writer's block, as you know. The best solution of course is to go do something else to take your mind off things, because as we all (we don't?) know - that which we try not to think about inevitably surfaces in our mind. It's called ironic something-or-another. Well, ok, it's really called ironic reversal. Why'd you have to go make me check it up anyway? *grumble* This is especially so when your cognitive abilities are limited. When you dwell on your block it just sits there... like a... like a toad in a hole and I doubt it can be overcome by the power of your mind. As a bit of edification for those of you not blessed to be part of the Social Cognition class (count your blessings! count your blessings!), the process involves two parts - automatic and controlled processing. The automatic process seeks out stimuli that reminds you of what you're not supposed to be thinking about so you can... (through the power of controlled thinking) ...intentionally NOT think about it and search for distractors. Now see, when you're cognitively busy, the controlled part malfunctions because apparently it takes up loads of RAM or brain cells or something like that. But the automatic process continues, leading to... yes, you've got it, ironic reversal. You just start paying more attention to things that you didn't want to pay attention to. Therefore, thinking about writer's block will most likely keep the block there. Because now, not only are you especially paying attention to it, by paying attention to it and wondering how you can get rid of it, you compromise your cognitive abilities. And... oh... never mind. Anyway, back to the title. Yes, is there a writer's high? It would definitely explain this gleeful feeling after my completion of every essay. Also, MOE and their paper cows! GRRR. Why does the government need so much unnecessary paperwork? Is it some test to see if I'll be an obedient civil servant and turn in all this information that they NO DOUBT already have on me? I mean, consider this bit of irony - MOE wants your result slips in an application for a job posting, BUT if it just so happens you've lost your result slip, who do you go to? MOE. It speaks of inefficiency in communication between departments and levels if they require me to submit information they should already have. If the test theory is true however, I have nothing more to say... One more thing... 320 frickin' dollars difference between third class honours and a degree with merit?! I am SO tempted to do my honours now for that difference, because as my grades stand right now, I do qualify for honours. $320!! I mean... $320?!! THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DOLLARS?!! :: nimezs @ 3:47 am [+] :: ... :: Wednesday, April 20, 2005 :: Rancid water is the worst smell ever. That'll teach me to leave half-finished mineral water bottles all over my desk. I hate my life now. It's in a rut, grubbing away like a pig. Not the best analogy but one that readily came to mind. Grubby pigs rutting away. Bleah. :: nimezs @ 5:04 am [+] :: ... :: Monday, April 18, 2005 :: Ode to my commenters, because I love you all in one way or another. First goes kjm, because I believe you're a brilliant bastard and the fact that you still comment from time to time shows that there's something here worth reading. You say the most unexpected things, sometimes. I really do enjoy your smart-assed comments/critique and your vacuum cleaner theory of life (though I may not agree with you on that point.)I'm never quite sure if you're friendly or not, but it's all good. Azmi, because you're wonderfully supportive and amusing no matter what it is, and you never fail to surprise me with your insight or caring. You're a lovely friend to have, and I'll have you know that. As a reward, I will be a faithful reader of your blog forevermore! Elessar, again, insightful comments, a tad cynical right at the beginning, but now beginning to mellow. Thank you for your support, encouragement and outspokenness on subjects like ... public transport. Hehe. 'Nuff said. Joey, you took the place of the inactive commenters now dearly missed, and bless my tagboard with your feminine views that sometimes echo mine. It's for people like you and Nel that I try to make my posts as interesting (read: quirky) as possible, and even though I may go on and on about how shitty life is sometimes especially on my blog, you're able to give sympathy in real life as well. CityAngel, I love the way you bring real life into any conversation - it might sound funny to you, but I believe you're really one of those people who do "keep it real". You're on hand to offer advice and indignant, outspoken and above all, HONEST comments about some things that I feel unable to complain about. H2, Thanks for the occassional comments, I'm surprised and touched that you STILL read my blog despite everything. =P As for some of my inactive commenters whom I've not "seen" for months - Sarius, Mr. Anderson/Smith, Lyndon, Joao - hey, it was great while you were still around and I do miss your quips. But I guess not everything's worth commenting about, eh? I know you're all busier people than me and the frequency at which I blog can attest to that. It would be a funny construct to use though. Anyway, um. Thanks guys. (edited at 1.55 PM later with the thought: What.. was I thinking?!) :: nimezs @ 4:31 am [+] :: ... :: Sunday, April 17, 2005 :: Michael Buble dances funny but I love the jazzy strains of his soulful renditions. Makes me very whimsical - two points in example: his version of "That's All" and "Put your head on my shoulder". I think I did mention before (perhaps not on my blog) that men who can play/produce music make me go weak at the knees. But I'd have to know him too. Michael Buble can sing his heart out and I'd appreciate him for nothing more than his singing. But when a friend or someone I know in passing is able to sing well or play an instrument well, my heart-strings go "Twang!", especially if it's a ballad. Music has that effect on me. It's funny, but once I started developing feelings for a guy who only SENT me nice music (and lest any of you start getting worried that I've secretly crushed on you in the past, lots of people have sent me music, but he sent the most. Also it was a really long time ago). I think music is a brilliant gift, anyway. Trés romantique, non? Why do you think serenades work so well? And please don't try to manipulate me now you know my secret. I took you in confidence only because... y'know, I trusted you! :: nimezs @ 12:13 am [+] :: ... :: Thursday, April 14, 2005 :: Rar! GMAIL ROXORZ! Mp3s nestled in there! Not everything I want, but still. It's a start. Ok. Here's the deal. If you link my blog, I'll link to yours. If you ask me to link to your blog, I will. That simple. We can all share the few readers we have, eh? :: nimezs @ 11:09 pm [+] :: ... I realise the CD rom drive not working is quite a liability because I'll have to reinstall everything by downloading it off the internet. Gaaagh. It also means I have no efficient means of replacing my mp3s quickly, since NOW I don't have the driver for my broadband modem installed. Grr. Yes, my laptop has been resurrected, after some pretty nifty organ transplants. It's got a brand new heart and a nifty (unclunky) cooling system. The battery, sad to say is malfunctioning - it DOES NOT last for up to 2 hours, and I'm not to sure about the CD-rom drive, since that was taken out before I sent my com for servicing. Nonetheless, hope it works, and that they reinstalled windows on my com, otherwise it'll be a long and boring process reinstalling everything. Bleargh.:: Tuesday, April 12, 2005 :: Did you ever wonder about the reasons people came to your blog? Whether to spy, for leisure, interest? Naturally, there's a multifold of reasons, but I'd like to think that each person in part cares a little about what I think. Of course, you might hate me, but if you're here - you're reading this precisely because what I think and do is in some way important to you. That's strangely gratifying to me, though I'm sure this fact will definitely change your motivations for coming here in the future. Well, if you like me, all the more reason for you to keep up with the trends of my mind, no? (If you don't, I'll want to know why!) In which case, I'm still deeply gratified - thanks for caring, y'all, no matter what the extent. I can only tell by the numerous comments you give, heh heh. Ok, ok, after that bit of mush, let's move on to updates: I have a 50% test tomorrow and the day after, so wish me luck. My nose has been bleeding this few days, so pray that it's nothing serious. I've been struggling against the monotony of work without regular access to a computer, so tell me all the studying is worth it! Well, I did sneak in 5 hours of Final Fantasy. *Sigh* But apart from that I've been glued to my books. I think. Boring life. I need new shoes. And a job. And maybe more sleep. :: nimezs @ 10:24 pm [+] :: ... :: Thursday, April 07, 2005 :: My laptop has crashed due to a hardware problem - funnily, not long after ICQ 5 was installed. Since it's been sent in for servicing, it's sayonara to all the short stories, novellettes, photos, mp3s, videos and term papers I ever had installed there. It's a death of some sorts - a lesser one, because now there will be this massive gap of information missing from my life. Everything I relied on, all my projects, sketchings, musings, music (Oh, yes, even that piece I composed for one of modules... I'll never get that back again) all gone. Mostly unreplicatable - like my Diablo 2 savegame files. My high level sorc, the whimsically named two-handed sword. Gone. Gone. Gone. I should be in a state of depression. But I don't think I am, actually. It's just the sort of shit that life throws at you and frankly, there's nothing much to be done about it now except to wipe off and move on. Of all the unreplicateable data lost, I think the loss of my midi hurts the most because it's original, and therefore, one of a kind and I could never reproduce something like that again. Well, unless Lisa still has the file with her. Doubtful, it was such a long time ago. The photo loss isn't that bad, because what are photos but snapshots of real life? Memories are so much more fun to toy around with. All my scenery photos are still available on Multiply... but the shots of people.. ah well. I've said this before somewhere, that death does not make me sad. It is the thoughts of all that has been lost, all that could have been that make me long for what's gone. But how do you mourn an inanimate object? Because it was part of me, perhaps. I mourn the loss of me. Well... Seeing as to how some parts might have to be replaced, I'll only be posting sporadically, or not at all, at least for 4 weeks. Also, expect not to see me online at those lovely hours where only the insane and dead are awake. I don't have the ability to come talk to you at that hour anymore. =( After I get my laptop back though, I would be greatly appreciative of songs and file-sharing to replenish my depleted stock. And *groans*, looks like I will have to start copying and pasting all my stories into one master file again. And whatever progress I may have made that's not been published on opendiary is gone too. Argh. C'est la vie. C'est la vie. :: nimezs @ 1:25 pm [+] :: ... :: Wednesday, April 06, 2005 :: And they say Singaporeans aren't having enough sex. Disclaimer: I don't know if these results are accurate or true, but they appeared on a Health Psychology lecture. Also, not sure WHEN this was, but still... food for thought. :: nimezs @ 9:29 pm [+] :: ... I think I may have developed a taste aversion to alcohol... Just the thought of it is enough to make me sick. Ugh.:: Sunday, April 03, 2005 :: Damnit. I liked my brief affair with drawing comics. Damnit. I'm too lazy. Damnit. That kind of thing doesn't pay much. I don't suppose anyone wants to buy the originals? Hahahaha... :: nimezs @ 9:53 pm [+] :: ... :: Saturday, April 02, 2005 :: Furthermore, MSN not working. Curse this reliance on messenger programmes. And another thing I was pondering - As a rule, I never use vulgarities unless really angry or shocked, or a mild combination of both. In particular, Hokkien cuss words don't leave my mouth unless I'm in the presence of someone who understands and uses them (read: men). Still, I can't help feeling I'm being conditioned not to be shocked at Hokkien vulgarities even when I utter them because 1) Guys use them a lot when they're playing games. 2) Shock mingled with faint amusement - it's hard for me to feel sorry about uttering words like that when the other person is asking "What did you say?" with a fairly wide grin on his face. Bwahahaha. :: nimezs @ 1:38 am [+] :: ... My obsession with mustard continues.
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