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:: Thursday, April 28, 2005 ::

Only one more week left.

Till the end of the exams, that is. After the 4th of May, I'll be available for wining, dining and social events in general. Don't be afraid to give me a call. ;)

And also, I can't see any obvious reasons for remaining anonymous on my blog.

Besides that, this and honestly, I've never heard of it up till today.

And, if you're a sucker for punishment... check this out. I know I couldn't stand it, but maybe you can.

:: nimezs @ 9:31 pm [+] ::

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:: Tuesday, April 26, 2005 ::

Incriminating photographic evidence.


Hey, hey, photos of me! Posted by Hello

You can find more here.

Do note the date and the fact Li-wei and I have NEVER been romantically involved. Still, it was a pretty good photo. I thought the comment for this one was quite funny. Yes, kids, cigarettes can be a better friend to you than a man!

Which is nonsense, because neither are good friends. Hehehehe.

The gaudy links in yellow? Yes, they're in yellow to get your attention. They're new links, and will revert back to the standard colour scheme after... oh say a week, when I remember to uncolourize it.

:: nimezs @ 2:50 am [+] ::

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:: Monday, April 25, 2005 ::

And also...

View the flash.

:: nimezs @ 11:01 pm [+] ::

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You have no idea.

It's insanely difficult to concentrate on studying when graduation is but a few months away. Also, when you have this inflated belief in your own ability to score for the test. However, let me draw your attention to a place that some of you may find familiar or know very well.

A lot of people *try* to study at the arts club room. There will always be someone playing a game there, regardless of how many other people are studying. Ergo, distractions. Worse still if a number of people are gambling/playing games that require extra players.

But I don't mind and don't care. I'm graduating this sem, my degree with merit is more or less assured. The only thing I DO mind is the somewhat hypocritical behaviour displayed by some people. They claim to be studying and fuss when other people make noise, yet THEY play the most and the hardest when there's no one to push them to work (not to mention make the most noise). It's hard for me to have any respect for you when you use "studying" as an excuse to opt out of doing other things (eating, for example, which IMO, is a ridiculous excuse considering what you do in ALTERNATIVE). I get the impression that some people would rather waste their time gambling (in particular the most distracting kind of game) then (Oh, I don't know...) studying for their exams. If you really feel that way, fine, but don't use studying as an excuse for getting out of activities such as meal times or social interaction. I can't help but think, hypocrite. Make the most noise about distractions but also make the most noise when playing.

Also, the arts club room... It's a place people go to when they WANT occassional distractions. Honestly, it's not a good place to study, because as I pointed out earlier, people are always playing one game or another, and the place is rarely quiet for a long period of time. And whatever time you saved not eating meals, going to the toilet or even just greeting someone... it's used for playing games. Go on and say that you need leisure time, but frankly, I feel if you spend more time at leisure than at work and neglect other duties, it's hard to believe that work is your first priority.

:: nimezs @ 9:10 pm [+] ::

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:: Thursday, April 21, 2005 ::

I wonder if there's such a thing as writer's high.

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 [+] ::

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:: Wednesday, April 20, 2005 ::

Because.

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 [+] ::

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:: Monday, April 18, 2005 ::

Well, you can kill me now.

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 [+] ::

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Yesterday, we totally went for a photoshoot.


Hamming it up for the camera...  Posted by Hello


My artistic director and hairstylist. Oh, wait, nope, it's Mel and Lisa.  Posted by Hello


Mel called it a "Perfect shot". Personally, I think I look a bit fat there. And then again, perhaps it is. In comparison to the others. Heh. Posted by Hello


And lastly, a shot of an opera diva. It's amazing who you meet on photo shoots. Posted by Hello

Unexpected? I bet this is the first time you've seen so many photos in one post. I would've put it on the photo blog, but this must be shared.

On closer inspection, I think my pose is completely off, my face is way too round, and I can't stop myself from nit-picking. Ok, hush. Although, yes, Mel, you are a genius. You're the only one I know who derives such pleasure from taking photos as well as being in them.

If you know these two, you'll know they come up with insane dress codes on GNO. It was ethnic punk rock. ETHNIC PUNK ROCK! I can't even being to envision how that looks like, much less to dress like - which is why I went for ethnic more than punk. You'll have to see my skirt to know what I mean.

Anyway, had a great time, and only wish I'd brought my camera out with me on Friday out with the other group, thought frankly a video cam would work much better. You lose so much by not watching them IN vivo.

Friday's outing.

First, there's the incidence of any two out of four of us laughing insanely at something the other two doesn't quite grasp. Politely raised eyebrows and curious smiles all round.

Second, lots of leg kicking under the table, and Jeremy's delusion of my bullying him. Fine, so it's not a delusion, and I do, but what can you do with a guy who is "alternately 30 years old and 3 years old". My latest form of abuse is to give them sad pouts, which apparently they can't stand. I think my bullying of the guys has earned me the reputation of being...er... an aggressive swinger among them. Perhaps I should consider being quieter and more prim.

Point in case: they did not believe me when I said I could not drink. Apparently they think I bleed alcohol or something and spend most of my time hanging out in smoky dens of sin. Which kind of contradicts with my nightly ritual of being online, if you think about it.

Third, all the zingers. The one I remember the best was Azmi complaining about having to buy so much ice lemon tea. "I'll have ice lemon tea and ice lemon tea with a side of ice lemon tea, please." He said the cashier asked him if he was going to drink that all by himself, but I don't know how far to belive that because Azmi can tell tales with a very straight face.

In vivo, I tell you. In vivo. That's the only way to enjoy the full impact of the #medicine group. It's a cunning medical joke. In vivo? Medicine?

Never mind.

:: nimezs @ 12:13 am [+] ::

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:: 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 [+] ::

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:: 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 [+] ::

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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.

Dialup sucks.

Oh and the huge irony of drinking cooling stuff is that I'm not supposed to now. Conflicting body systems. I'd complain about my period here but I don't think it's sanitary enough for this blog. Hur hur.

:: nimezs @ 6:14 pm [+] ::

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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.

Well, apart from that, I've been offered a teaching post at MOE. I think my parents are more ecstastic than me, 'cause the only thought running through my head is "Argh, are you telling me I have to go to work first?!" It's quite a nerve-wrecking thought since I have zero teaching experience apart from one to one tuition. Sigh.

And lastly, my thought for today involves tit-for-tat. I'll elaborate some more another day, but the gist of it is, if you treat me nice, I'll be nice to you. If you treat me like crap, I'll be flinging some of that right back in your face.

That being said, your boyfriend is a jerk if he doesn't remember/know where your blog is. Possibly doubly so if he doesn't care about the above fact, but I haven't decided whether not caring is a good thing or a bad thing.

:: nimezs @ 1:23 pm [+] ::

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:: 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 [+] ::

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:: 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 [+] ::

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:: 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 [+] ::

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I think I may have developed a taste aversion to alcohol... Just the thought of it is enough to make me sick. Ugh.

In other news: This game. Very cool, and pardon the pun. ;-)

You'll have to register to play other episodes but from what I've seen of the first epi, it's all good. I love the narrator's voice - accent and everything, even though a tad over-enunciated.

Well, that brings me the full circle back to the alcohol bit, 'cause you're supposed to mix a Dry Manhattan as one of the objectives. As a reward they give you recipes for other cocktail mixes.

UGH.

:: nimezs @ 12:42 am [+] ::

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:: 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 [+] ::

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:: 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 [+] ::

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My obsession with mustard continues.

Today, or rather yesterday, I headed down to the supermarket for mustard. My family doesn't eat mustard - at all, in fact so there's none at home, also fast-food restaurants aren't in the habit of dispensing mustard as a condiment. I don't see why not, since mustard is a fantastic complement to hamburgers. Customers should be allowed to put as much mustard as possible on their food if so wanted.

Well ANYWAY, I decided to head down to the one at Century Square : Shop n' Save, since the line there would most likely be shorter than the one at Tampines Mall. I was right about that, but the price for that was... there wasn't any mustard there. A supermarket that serves Horseradish and Cranberry Sauce (seperate sauces, not one...)but NOT mustard is one that will most likely not be patronized. I mean, I think more people eat mustard than horseradish sauce. At least that's what I think - pardon me for any bias there because I've never seen anyone eating horseradish sauce with anything else.

So, tired and hungry, I trudged over to Tampines Mall's Fairprice, and let me tell you it's true. You should never go grocery shopping when you're hungry because you'll be tempted to buy much more than you really need - I only needed mustard, but in the end, I came away with a box of instant soup (Campbell's cheese and mushroom - sounds interesting), a bag of cheese chicken cocktail sausages and very nearly bought a bottle of bacon bits. Which is not so bad, considering I was really, really hungry. And also: So many types of mustard here! Branding aside, there's fine whole-grain mustard, dijonaise(?), mild american mustard, and honey mustard (expensive!). As an amateur mustard fan, I have to say... I dunno. I didn't know what to pick, but finally settled on the mustard-mayonaise mix sauce. And my conclusion of this is: Maybe I'll try the mild american mustard next, 'cause mustard-mayonaise, though nice, isn't tangy enough and too sweet for me... and is shall we say... mild?

That aside, I might retract my statement that Alexis Bledel is not sexy if I watch Sin City and get a chance to reassess that statement. I may even take down the post if she DOES prove to be sexy in her role as a disillusioned prostitute...(Isn't that the whole point of being a prostitute... sex?) And let's look at it this way - Kristen Kreuk has definitely more potential of being sexy than Alexis Bledel. But, she's never been portrayed thus in any movie/television series I've heard of. Then again, she (KK) doesn't have a very impressive filmography.

But still, within my searches as a related link - Lucy Lawless! Boy, I've missed her. She was the reason I watched Xena. The colour of her eyes is stunning. She should've kept her real name. It was much nicer, though I suppose not as catchy.

So where was I? Ah, removing the post will definitely occur the day Kristen Kreuk takes up the role of a prostitute/stripper. Suffice to say - I'll retract the statement and rave that BOTH Alexis and Kristen are Hot if ever they stop playing the roles of Sweet Young Things, which y'know, Alexis still seems to be playing even in Sin City. Even as a prostitute. =P

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

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