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My parents bought a new house...
Still in Serangoon Gardens Estate, if the cheque is accepted we'll be moving in 3months. That's bye to staying here for exactly 5 years.
PS. It's quiet but means I have only 4 buses to take. -.-

BayBEAT(s)! 09'

We went for Baybeats apparently not to watch the sets and concerts but to sit on grass patches and talk...
I think we're really getting too old for things like that but I really wanted to go for BEAT! that was supposed to start at 11. At the end they were 45 minutes late and they ended on time, disappointed much? I still feel so much more comfortable with my weird indie dancing anyday compared to stressful sexified hip-hop lockin and poppin.

Celine and I kinda had a heart to hear talk after that. It's sweet, I was in bad need for conversation really.
Then I had the most awesome sex for a long long long long long ancient grow wise-man's dragon chin pubs long time.

Matador

I've recently been influenced by dark elements from any and everywhere. I felt inspired a few days ago but couldn't get the Internet up to write it and now... It sucks. But hell, I rather have it out of my system.

Honestly I can't remember how I ended up in this alley. Obviously I got hooked up on cocaine and whatnot. So pfft, I needed the money, sold my shoes, my car and finally my house. And you know how people feel remorse for getting into drugs? Those are wussies, probably clean freaks who have a problem living by a dumpster. There is absolutely no problem being an addict. I am happier snorted up than at my dead end job.
Fuck life, achievements, family and of course love.

I made a few friends in the alley, my bestfriend is a black cat with weird eyes. Yellow and green for the other. Well, I kinda moved into her house and she let me be a tenant after I offered half a tuna sandwich. The bitch seemed to want it so much at first until she stepped all over it, practically leaving her marks so I couldn't have it even if she weren't eating it.
She's a sadistic freak and loves playing with her food, she tortures rats tearing at them so they dribble blood. Oh and finally she pokes into organs and draws them across the floor making an organic abstract bloody portrait before eating her food.

The more I watch how elegant she is prancing around with her tail upright as she walks around studying her surroundings. There's just something about her that draws my attention to her darkness. And honestly it engulfs me, it makes me want to play God the way she does with her food.

So I did it, I killed my first victim (back alley services). Three needles into his neck and a tourniquet around his neck shoving the larynx to the back of the throat. My thirst was cleared and heightened at the same time.

Speak

BY: Laurie Halse Anderson

Since the beginning of the school year, high school freshman Melinda has found that it's been getting harder and harder for her to speak out loud: "My throat is always sore, my lips raw.... Every time I try to talk to my parents or a teacher, I sputter or freeze.... It's like I have some kind of spastic laryngitis."
High school should be the best time of Melinda's life. Instead, freshman year is a nightmare, as Melinda finds herself rejected by her friends, cut off from her parents, and unable to reveal a terrible secret. Melinda's slow healing process is a realistic and compelling one, and readers will cheer for the strength she finally finds.

Anderson speaks as a true social outcast. Finally a book without much use or relation to the usual cliché, ho-hum social pyramids in most schools.
At first seemingly unnecessarily grim and on the way predictable. The way the story spreads and unfolds from that simple secret resulting in her mutism leaves the story to be a very causal and simple read. However, it takes some patience to pick up the pieces to discover the secret she hides crumble by crumble told by Anderson.
Where in situations where silence seems to be the only way out or rather only way to forget, cause it's only in these situations some become "adults" and try to handle things completely on their own. We follow this subject where forces help her fight against her fear.
I especially love the development of art and Melinda in her quest to speak.

Foundation

BY: Isaac Asimov

A pscho historian, Hari Seldon, figures out using Psycho-history that the empire will fall in 3 centuries. He has a station set up in Terminous, called the Foundation, where his people will make an all powerful encyclopaedia. 50 years later, long after Seldon is dead, they open up his vault and figure out that it wasn't their main purpose to make the book. Throughout the story, a character named Hardin is pushed back and forth between the four kingdom...

I normally do not science fiction since it is less science than fiction hence the genre right? I find it very conflicting to have these two terms put together, everything that is based on scientific theory isn't really science; it becomes a huge joke.
With an elegant fusion of psychohistory and imaginative statistics, the basis of the book revolves on percentages and politics. VERY VERY SEXY POLITICS.
It is a read that requires utmost concentration, not exactly your coffee house sort but you will be drawn into the quick thinking of the edgy characters.

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I'm having orientation tomorrow.
And I'm dreading it as usual. New people...
SCARED!
But I do need a gal pal for lunch.

Wrong Department

I don't understand why there would be lists for women in mens' magazines. I mean really, how do you expect us to read it. Shit like that should be produced by men from the mens' magazine department and be sold to the womens'. Doesn't that make much better sense really?

Am I supposed to pick it up when I'm at the doctors? Do I really have nothing else to read except for something that goes on and on about muscle building.
Or are they meant for men to buy and bring it back to their ladies, casually placing it in common places like bathrooms, kitchens, coffee tables or most obviously OH-MY-GOD-I-NEED-YOU-TO-READ-THIS-CAUSE-YOU'RE-A-BITCH-BUT-AN-AWESOME-FUCK dressing table.

But anyway here's a fun list... 50 things men wish women knew

And here's my favourites, maybe with some rebuts and some speechless head nodding.
Don't be afraid to ditch the make-up. Natural is sexier. - Why is my boyfriend asking me to doll up then?
When you get angry over some stupid little pointless thing, I question your intelligence. - When you get angry that I'm angry at something pointless I question your sensitivity.
You're really bad at faking it. - Why yes I know you still don't know, cause now you totally know I am "Not" faking it.

Sure, men stereotypically like to solve a woman's problems. But a woman who solves her own while we watch? Instant erection.
Sometimes we wonder why any woman would want to be with us, much less someone as amazing as you. So, thanks.
We love you even more because you know we need to go out with the guys once in a while.

She and Her Cat

A quiet, beautifully poetic short animated short told from the point of view of a very loyal and contemplative cat. It is directed by a well-known animator and voice actor named Makoto Shinkai and won several awards back when it was made in 1999.

Kitty?

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Sunday laid out a the lunch table with family politics at Trader's hotel (not fantastic buffet really). While most of the time I keep quiet and act as the dumb ass youngest - who people still think is too young - I want to scream into the faces of bloods and in-laws. If I had control things would be done differently of course if that were the way there would be no problem. Power hungry much?

Okay went to give visual support to The Persians at Bishan which by far was the most pathetic gig ever and it was laughs about it for awhile. We sat under a void deck like poor kids with guitars and they strummed to almost every song they could remember. Faiz and I practised a little for our another acoustic set and I pray to God his laptop wouldn't fail on me again.

I've Got The Power

It's ladies night! I was so so looking forward to this, I totally missed going clubbing with Jeannette. She's my number one uno partner for everything especially clubbing.
We were supposed to be a small group of Jeannette, Jody, Shuting + friend and Cheryl. Then Jeannette met her NUS friends there too.
OMG the more spirit cheer.
I stuck to jody like glue that night. And we butterfly-ed between Phuture and Zouk.
MAMBO MAKES ME LOOK FUCKING STUPID, as usual...

Totally love my rings, matt bling. Boyfriend's watch, gigantic. Hanging chain necklace, 'hxc'. Super tight dress.


I love my new shoes from Easy Spirit, shit ugly on shelves but mad rad on feet. And even after a whole night of dancing my feet felt kissed. Cheap too!




I have killer mambo moves really. Look at my fireballzx
Pfft, I am so not cool.

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Cause indie people are fags. And I'm one of them. The chart summarizes what we people think about YOUR music and also is a great rating system when we compare indie dick credits (ego cred).

Marc Special Times.

Surprisingly budget-friendly pieces from Marc Jacobs. The special ones, only for less than US$50. For the budget conscious to the queen.
Stores in SG: DFS GALLERIA

Simplicity

My feel great moment?
Rented DVDs, chewy cheesy Rite Pizza, cherries and grapes, bottle of wine, blankets and the sweet scent of you.
Followed by never-mind-the-bollocks talk, lip to neck contact and the warmth from your body.

Showreel 09

Matt Langton Showreel 09 from Matt Langton on Vimeo.

I'm A Fish In A Fountain

I think I owe the environment big time for taking showers that last an hour or more.
The running water cools down my senses and calms the boil.
What I need for my birthday is a hot water fountain.

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Love The Bunny Rabbit

That little bunny rabbit. Afraid of sly foxes and giant powerful wolves.
It is hiding in the hole, bolting out of sight, twitching its ears for danger and the signs.
It suffered a heart attack so it curled up and died last night.

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Armed For The Revolution

I've been going on and on about the media for years, telling all that I will make my mark somehow or other. I want to write, I love to and I hope most of you have been enjoying these stories throughout the years.
And I know lots asked why did I take up Marketing and management instead of journalism.

No, no my dream didn't die. Writing is the only way I reflect, be meliorated, influence, evince. Whenever I feel any bit of emotion the only way I can make it grow bountifully or make it disappear into a black-hole - or other times into the recycle bin - is to write.
I feel so lifted every time I write scenes of love, paint a pretty picture in words, describe the explosions of colour in my feelings, tell about an amusing conversation and most of all publish a heartbreaking story.

The reason why I was so powered to write because I was an ambitious little kid who wanted to make things better for and love everyone. As I got older I read articles that touched my heart and there it was the instant connection with writing, I wanted to do the same.
I will still write no matter what, I am pretty sure even if I have to balance a toddler on one lap and the laptop on the other.

I didn't take up journalism because I am not so sure about straight paths, I've never been known to take those things. They seem too structured, fool-proof - why yes I roam with my own, the other fools.

I don't want to grow from youth as a writer, I want to be something else. I never stay in one place for too long, I get bored of things easily. So why should I go against my nature just for the hierarchy. I've already managed to move around it, I feel little or no shame. I refuse to have a system embedded into me, blunting the radical blade I hold as the time goes by. I want to see everything, I am a greedy little bitch who will suck in everything even if I cannot handle it. And somehow if it's possible I might still end up at the publishers, just older but more seasoned.

I am also worried that I will end up to be one of those zombies who have so much energy in them. Plagued by it in fact and find no other way than to channel it through writing even though it may be the best way possible for them. It is sad to see how many good writers there are, to notice social changes or degradation; yet none ever make a BOOM.
I'm afraid I will fall into the lust of social masturbation.
You do something, it feels good but it doesn't give birth to anything.

The golden ones are the explorers/founders/corporate kings/scientists/sociologists/painters/mathematicians + writers. We hear about these people all over the world, desperately doing their part, recruiting thousands to unfold a change.
Founders of non profit organisations paint unconventional family portraits, replicating the love they shared through trips and fund raisers. They are rising like muffins in the oven with love and popping like the gum of a high school cheerleader with energy.

However, their plans may not be as great as expected let me explain via example:
They raise thousands to send a dozen high schoolers to build a school which is technically just a enclosed rectangular structure with a door and windows about as big as the average class room.
I wonder if the thousands they raised included the air tickets for these I could still say children, who will not have subsided flight fares and will not be able to do as much work as a full grown adult - not considering one with construction skills - can. So if I were to donate am I donating so that children can be uplifted cause honestly I'm more concerned about my money helping those who really need it, in this case probably young Africans who are trying their best to seek education to move out of the poverty cycle. Also what good is a school built by the untrained right?

I think it makes more sense for me to gather money to at least pay a bit to charitable construction workers and architects who will take some but little money to do better good. Make the plane tickets worth the money. Let more be built in the same amount of time. Children who can afford the plane tickets are the ones who should experience the hard life and those who can't probably have it bad enough to know the pain.
If there aren't enough willing to go overseas to build structures, maybe volunteer to properly educate these students going over.

I want to be properly educated in all angles before making THE revolution.

Money is never a problem it's how it's fed. Don't you agree?

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I spent my day out with Rachel and Sharyn. To relive the good times...
Honestly I really miss my daily company from them.
I really miss school. I really miss them.

LES PAUL?!

I can't believe Lester William Polsfuss, Les Paul, solid-body awesome guitars, reason for jangy jang jang music...
He's dead.

One of the most revered guitarists in history and the father of the electric guitar, passed away last night, August 12th at the age of 94. Paul’s manager confirmed to Rolling Stone that cause of death was respiratory failure, and a statement from Gibson indicates Paul was suffering from severe pneumonia and died at a hospital in White Plains, New York.

“I wanted people to hear me. That’s where the whole idea of a solid-body guitar came from. In the ’30s, the archtop electric was such an apologetic instrument. On the bandstand, it was so difficult battling with a drummer, the horns, and all the instruments that had so much power.
With a solid-body, guitarists could get louder and express themselves. Instead of being wimps, we’d become one of the most powerful people in the band. We could turn that mother up and do what we couldn’t do before." - Les Paul 2002

Click for Rolling Stone’s full Les Paul obituary here.

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Men's libidos remain strong no matter how pressured they feel. Not so for women, whose sexual response is much more nuanced and complicated, it turns out. But skipping sex is not a healthy solution, warn social scientists, who have ideas about how to help.

Hmmm... Now... The Internet is not always reliable too. Right?

Thick Thick Meat

We had make up sex for our squabble.
Cost $147.13
At Morton's The Steakhouse. Appetizer, steak and dessert.

Honestly it's something and along with our tight pussies and wallets because we are Asian. We also have small stomachs so meals can be shared.

Humanthesizer

Say hello to the Humanthesizer, a joint creation between electronic musician Calvin Harris, Sony Music UK, and Bare conductive body ink, which turned 15 bikini-clad ladies into a giant Arduino-powered synth capable of playing Harris's track "Ready For The Weekend" though Max/MSP and Ableton Live. Each patch is triggered by one of the girls closing a circuit with her hands or feet -- you can see the "wires" painted on their arms and legs if you look closely -- and the final performance bounces right along in that blurry space between dancing and playing. You have to see it to understand.

Sure it looks pretty but oh look more useless technology. Also, it's not very entertaining after awhile.

A Dollar Means 10 Seconds

(Tuesday's Conversation deserves a post)

Calvin: This is super lame. I got onto a cab at 8.03PM on my clock but the taxi says 7.58. Now there's a dollar surcharge. I walked around for nothing.
Cheryl: Okay I'll pay for your dollar.
Calvin: And I just hit ERP, you owe me two dollars.
Cheryl: I'll throw in another 50 cents so when you're cranky you can go buy yourself a cone at Mac D's in your corporate wear.
Calvin: Throw in another 90 cents for bus fare and we have a deal.
Cheryl: Cool.
Calvin: Nice doing business with you.

After scurrying around for coins.

Cheryl: I'm short of a dollar 15. You can have the worth in candy or a ten second lousy dollar blow job.
Calvin: How bout 10 thrusts up your ass.
Calvin: Or five seconds up your ass followed by another five second blow immediately after.
Cheryl: I see you're stretching the dollar. And literally pushing it. NO DEAL.

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We had our first major fight today.
Our sarcasm really is a bitch...

I LOVE YOU.

Babykins The Ninja Girl

I love the early mornings!
I get to wake up all sleepy and have my amused boyfriend kiss me countlessly. I fall back asleep and wake up with 5 texts from him all sweet and cutsy. There's a developing habit for the use of babykins.
While he only does it in the morning it's probably because he wakes up seeing me sleep and is very amused by my ninja-rific poses. It's still nice.

Still Love You

... Even with the 'xiao mei mei-s'

Calvin's list of young girls in his contacts is paragon to Santa's new list of bad kids.
"Age doesn't matter as long as I can talk to them." But you can see the distinction when it comes to texting me and these other girls. It's so much that being his girlfriend is like... PFFT. Same same as the rest lahhhhhhh.

If we ever have an event that gathers his friends and mine. I'm sure everyone will think I dominated the guest-list even though I'm sure I wouldn't considering the smaller number of contacts I do have. It'd be funny to see though!

My Chinese Your Chinese

"Shuang shuang"

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Venture a guess

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I honestly really love my new banner. So chic and bimbotic...
Plus I look pretty darn good. (Sidetrack: I did mention about self absorption today right?).
Here's the other photos I took trying to find the perfect banner.

Stoned's the way to go.

Mindlessness

I think I need a pet. I need something to love me when I'm ever so bored now.

Bored people are on their way to self destruction which in my case is most likely spontaneous combustion.
I mean when you have nothing to do, you will clearly think about everything that could possibly entertain you. Typically the reaction to it is to stimulate environment to be more varied and uncertain.

However as you get bored of everything else around you, your main focus becomes yourself.
For one I bet everyone thinks that they themselves are the biggest mysteries in life and how can you ever get bored of yourself. There are journals that prove correlation of boredom increases the proneness in the role of private self-consciousness and absorption.
And I mean where everything left off I am still in repair subconsciously or not, in denial or not. It's all really confusing.

There's also an increase in paranoia, created fear and sinister thoughts or grudges. After all in the middle ages practices such as cat burning was entertainment. There's the bull and matador in Spain for years. There's the link between juvenile delinquents and their lack of activity in school.
I feel darkness crawling in.

I still haven't gotten everything figured out.
And I'm still scared of everything. Loser. Pfft

New HIV strain

Remember when I said that when I rule the world I shall place all the rapists, criminals and HIV infected on one island and then I scraped the idea cause I think there'll be a brainless one fucking a monkey again?

I was right.

We need the Internet; learn about AIDS and prevention and DIY watermelon toys.

Scientists who found a new human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) in a Cameroonian woman living in Paris, have discovered it is an unusual variant of HIV-1 that could have come from gorillas.

The 62-year old Cameroonian woman at the centre of the study moved to Paris in 2004 and began to have symptoms shortly afterwards. Her blood sample showed discrepancies in her viral load, and further tests revealed she was infected with a new strain of HIV that more closely resembled Simian immunodeficiency virus (SIV) from gorillas than HIV from humans.

However, before moving to Paris the woman had lived in a semi-urban part of the central west African Republic of Cameroon; she had not come into contact with bush meat or gorillas.
Source: Medical News Today

Okay okay I shouldn't think the world really is so dumb so here's another statement. Sarcasm.

The most likely explanation for the new find is gorilla-to-human transmission, Plantier's team said. But they added they cannot rule out the possibility that the new strain started in chimpanzees and moved into gorillas and then humans, or moved directly from chimpanzees to both gorillas and humans.
Source: Yahoo! news

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Things to do:
Divert to blondie or go back to blue-black hair staple.
Buy another bottle of perfume.
Buy a pair of Dr Martens by September.
Model in a nudity free but sexually deviant photo (DIY if you have to).
SERIOUSLY GET YOUR DRIVING FUCKING DONE YOU LAZY BITCH.
Sell drum set.
Finish reading the Foundation.
Draw something, anything.
Go partying - you deserve it you haven't in 3 months or more.
Seriously go look for dance/language classes.
Have sex.
Have bondagey sex.

Nuturing Paradox

I just found this piece today worth the read, something I wouldn't really label George Carlin but brilliant and eloquent.
An appropriate reminder.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just leave it.

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

Lady Gag Ah

I can't stand Lady Gaga any more. There's a difference between a one hit wonder/three weeks on the charts and the same annoying piece of shit that's repeated on her album.

She's not good, not unique. Probably the only attention she's really getting from the media is for the younger generations to read about Madonna's 'Like a virgin' self represented badly by someone else for the ill educated teenagers. Yes sell crap to the teenagers just like how you can sell low quality plastic car tracks to kids for 500% profit.

She sounds like a ancient sounding robot. It's like you pack the world of synthesizers just to make up for her normal voice.

Her videos are a series of introductions for today's 9 year olds to the world of - fap fap fap - masturbation and trashy porn (Right, porn is trashy in the first place so this is double trash).

She's ugly thus packing up the dreadful face with ten layers of crayons and acrylic paint. Probably also attached the disc shaped things to her head as a hair piece that look like they're likely to rotate as electrons around her - head - nucleus in attempt to magnetize her face to attract people; except that she got the physics all wrong. Ironically even without the physics maybe through black magic as plan B she did manage to get attention from a lot of dumb asses. I guess magic only does so much.

Dresses like a triple trash whore so there's a continuation and encouragement to the further obsession with female body parts, the most effective influenced form of attraction (Nice titas though). Oh we sure we've grown to live with that but do we really need more? Hmmm, difficult question.

I'm sure her other music competitors hate her and truly for the right reasons, comm'on it really can't be that jealously crap that people love to claim as self comfort.