Seriously, what did she realise? I really want to know. Cannot give hint? So annoying. Tell please.
Seriously, the female mind is unfathomable. Beyond the reaches of our grasps, sadly.
Seriously what did she realise? Tell please, if that's ok with you. Thanks.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
remembering memories,
the mind is such a wonderful yet deceptive thing. for starters, like when something absurdly shocking happens, you faint, its inbuilt self defense mechanism just kicks in, and chances are the next time you wake up, the memories gone the very moment they materialized;
almost as though it never happened.
well of course memories could be lost in other ways. for one, simply by not thinking of a certain thing for long periods of time could create a mental lapse; half-hearted attempt to reminisce might not dredge this lost piece of experience, the worse case scenario might even see you fully unable to recall.
but as with most situations associated with the human brain, few things are cast in stone. Be it a simple knock on the head, or a sudden, unexpected flutter of wings, a small action or event could see everything just come flooding back. Little rhyme or reason needed.
perhaps it was the other day when i decided to walk in the rain. feeling the cold send chills right through my spine brought back a piece of childhood which i had lost until now.
(alternatively it could be the jolt of pain when i scraped my shin on the little wooden piece which triggered it, but i can't be sure.)
i was roughly seven. it was at a tuition centre where i made one of the few friends who really left a impact on my life. to be honest, the number of acquaintances i have made has been relatively large, but in actual fact those who i can call close friends have been few and far far between. as you might have figured out by now, i'm not one easy person to get along with. Especially at that age, not too many people had the same penchant for cynical jokes and pulling off elaborate pranks for the sake of a good laugh. pranks on the teacher if i should mention.
anyway, her name was Eunice and this is scary, given my sieve-like memory, its a surprise that i happen to remember her rather vividly. Fair, taller than me (at that time), oval face sharp chin and big eyes. but naturally the most important characteristic was her sense of humor.
the strongest memory we shared so happens to be the time i did something to our english tutor. i really can't remember what was it, but i remember her crying and screaming, certainly not the norm for her who is normally calm and way way collected. i glanced around and caught Eunice's glance, and her look told me she felt like an asshole too. the worrying bit, however, is i don't remember us apologising.
of course i would have, wouldn't i..?
Friends at that age are probably the ones you'll treasure the most upon looking back; simply because children that young's sole criteria when it comes to friends is just being able to get along. Throw aside social status, age, gender, physical features and most importantly, ulterior motives, and chances are you end up with 2 random people who click. Friendship is so much purer this way, when you know you can trust each other and disregard all defenses as you know he/she would not hurt you, intentionally at least.
however you might argue, once you are of a certain age such friendships would not be likely or even possible. But solice comes knowing you experienced it once and had a hell of a time with each other.
i wonder why this slipped my mind for so many years till now.
But as above mentioned, the mind is unfathomable. though i certainly wish i had gotten her email or number or something. why do i vaguely remember her migrating.
perhaps our paths may cross someday,
hopefully the partner in crime i miss might still remember me.
-jon out
almost as though it never happened.
well of course memories could be lost in other ways. for one, simply by not thinking of a certain thing for long periods of time could create a mental lapse; half-hearted attempt to reminisce might not dredge this lost piece of experience, the worse case scenario might even see you fully unable to recall.
but as with most situations associated with the human brain, few things are cast in stone. Be it a simple knock on the head, or a sudden, unexpected flutter of wings, a small action or event could see everything just come flooding back. Little rhyme or reason needed.
perhaps it was the other day when i decided to walk in the rain. feeling the cold send chills right through my spine brought back a piece of childhood which i had lost until now.
(alternatively it could be the jolt of pain when i scraped my shin on the little wooden piece which triggered it, but i can't be sure.)
i was roughly seven. it was at a tuition centre where i made one of the few friends who really left a impact on my life. to be honest, the number of acquaintances i have made has been relatively large, but in actual fact those who i can call close friends have been few and far far between. as you might have figured out by now, i'm not one easy person to get along with. Especially at that age, not too many people had the same penchant for cynical jokes and pulling off elaborate pranks for the sake of a good laugh. pranks on the teacher if i should mention.
anyway, her name was Eunice and this is scary, given my sieve-like memory, its a surprise that i happen to remember her rather vividly. Fair, taller than me (at that time), oval face sharp chin and big eyes. but naturally the most important characteristic was her sense of humor.
the strongest memory we shared so happens to be the time i did something to our english tutor. i really can't remember what was it, but i remember her crying and screaming, certainly not the norm for her who is normally calm and way way collected. i glanced around and caught Eunice's glance, and her look told me she felt like an asshole too. the worrying bit, however, is i don't remember us apologising.
of course i would have, wouldn't i..?
Friends at that age are probably the ones you'll treasure the most upon looking back; simply because children that young's sole criteria when it comes to friends is just being able to get along. Throw aside social status, age, gender, physical features and most importantly, ulterior motives, and chances are you end up with 2 random people who click. Friendship is so much purer this way, when you know you can trust each other and disregard all defenses as you know he/she would not hurt you, intentionally at least.
however you might argue, once you are of a certain age such friendships would not be likely or even possible. But solice comes knowing you experienced it once and had a hell of a time with each other.
i wonder why this slipped my mind for so many years till now.
But as above mentioned, the mind is unfathomable. though i certainly wish i had gotten her email or number or something. why do i vaguely remember her migrating.
perhaps our paths may cross someday,
hopefully the partner in crime i miss might still remember me.
-jon out
Monday, April 21, 2008
an intro to the new world (warning: less dramatic than it sounds)
First up, got to say something honestly. Jon, I edited your post. Wonder how long it will take for you to realise? Probably as long as it takes for you to get to reading the previous sentence and more likely, less than half the time it would take for you to edit this post of mine in revenge.
Second, I shall try my utmost best not to find something to write about from yk's post. Having said that, having cross-examined with the Dictionary of All Things Me, the word 'try' is defined as ATTEMPTING to do something, ALTHOUGH it may or MAY NOT succeed.
Well, the important thing is that I tried. I did my best, but in his state of enlightenment whilst writing said post, he could not resist leaving a passing remark on my past failures. I'm sure he TRIED, but so did I. It's a sad world we live in when we TRY and TRY but just don't live up to our own expectations; but that is a subject for another day.
Yes, I know, it was my failure. He has every right to make note of my failure. I myself lament on my actions, most notably in the usage of an emoticon on MSN which showcases some catlike figure shaking its fist in despair. I know the feeling. However, sometimes people misconstrue failure for an act of mercy. Was it my fault that I was willing to pardon his faults and display mercy to the point of not dumping all his coffee down the sink? Was it my fault that I did not spike his coffee with laxatives? Well yes,in hindsight it was.
Just earlier today, as I was walking out of the local pharmacy, in the corner of my eye, I came across a section of shelves with the heading, "LAXATIVES". For a brief moment, I felt regret. Yes I did. It overcame me to the point that I stood still for 0.001 seconds. Oh it was a shock to my system. I began playing 'a video of what could have been' in my mind. If only... that was the only thing I thought of. Life's regrets. But, in the end I realise, I took the high road. I showed you mercy. You may think otherwise, but I did; and with that, I have no regrets.
Another thing I learned from this stupidity, besides my high morals, is that not drinking kohi (coffee) is more beneficial in the long run. You won't act like a druggie if you don't get your fix. You don't have to go cold turkey to kick the habit, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, you won't have the caffeine-induced energy to stay awake in lectures. And yes people, that is a very important ability to acquire.
Second, I shall try my utmost best not to find something to write about from yk's post. Having said that, having cross-examined with the Dictionary of All Things Me, the word 'try' is defined as ATTEMPTING to do something, ALTHOUGH it may or MAY NOT succeed.
Well, the important thing is that I tried. I did my best, but in his state of enlightenment whilst writing said post, he could not resist leaving a passing remark on my past failures. I'm sure he TRIED, but so did I. It's a sad world we live in when we TRY and TRY but just don't live up to our own expectations; but that is a subject for another day.
Yes, I know, it was my failure. He has every right to make note of my failure. I myself lament on my actions, most notably in the usage of an emoticon on MSN which showcases some catlike figure shaking its fist in despair. I know the feeling. However, sometimes people misconstrue failure for an act of mercy. Was it my fault that I was willing to pardon his faults and display mercy to the point of not dumping all his coffee down the sink? Was it my fault that I did not spike his coffee with laxatives? Well yes,in hindsight it was.
Just earlier today, as I was walking out of the local pharmacy, in the corner of my eye, I came across a section of shelves with the heading, "LAXATIVES". For a brief moment, I felt regret. Yes I did. It overcame me to the point that I stood still for 0.001 seconds. Oh it was a shock to my system. I began playing 'a video of what could have been' in my mind. If only... that was the only thing I thought of. Life's regrets. But, in the end I realise, I took the high road. I showed you mercy. You may think otherwise, but I did; and with that, I have no regrets.
Another thing I learned from this stupidity, besides my high morals, is that not drinking kohi (coffee) is more beneficial in the long run. You won't act like a druggie if you don't get your fix. You don't have to go cold turkey to kick the habit, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, you won't have the caffeine-induced energy to stay awake in lectures. And yes people, that is a very important ability to acquire.
The great coffee experiment.
They say the first step to overcoming a problem is to admit you have one. Well here goes; I am addicted to coffee. There, am I supposed to feel a lot better now?
Jokes aside, I've been experimenting on myself what would happen if I were to not drink coffee for the day. Normally, I would do it on a weekend, when the potential fallout of such a move will not be felt so much. Usually when I do this, I would suffer the whole day from head pains and spins*.
One fine Saturday (3 days ago actually.) I decided to be a little stupid. There was a Physics test on the day (yes, I got tests on Saturday, sucks.) and I decide, out of a whim, to not drink coffee**. I don't know what prompted me not to, must've been some insane part of my brain taking over my logical thinking for the moment there. So I walk into the exam room, sit down, take out my stuff, throw my bag to the front of the room. Then the test papers were distributed. The teacher told us to start and we did.
Well, I have only one thing to say after that. I am NEVER going into a test without lots of caffeine in my bloodstream EVER. I stared at the test paper for a full 5 minutes, completely uncomprehending the question. I struggled through the first question in the next 20 minutes, leaving a scary 30 minutes left for 3 more questions. Luckily by then my brain finally warmed up enough for me to barely finish the test.
I am so not looking forward to the results of this test. Now back to procrastinating from doing my physics pre-lab write-up.
*Not to mention a host of other stuff like eye pains, body ache, eyes blurring up.
**Jakcrash threatened to pull the plug on my coffee supply last year when we were doing the TEE. Luckily for me, he never went through with the threat. Don't you wish you did it then?
Jokes aside, I've been experimenting on myself what would happen if I were to not drink coffee for the day. Normally, I would do it on a weekend, when the potential fallout of such a move will not be felt so much. Usually when I do this, I would suffer the whole day from head pains and spins*.
One fine Saturday (3 days ago actually.) I decided to be a little stupid. There was a Physics test on the day (yes, I got tests on Saturday, sucks.) and I decide, out of a whim, to not drink coffee**. I don't know what prompted me not to, must've been some insane part of my brain taking over my logical thinking for the moment there. So I walk into the exam room, sit down, take out my stuff, throw my bag to the front of the room. Then the test papers were distributed. The teacher told us to start and we did.
Well, I have only one thing to say after that. I am NEVER going into a test without lots of caffeine in my bloodstream EVER. I stared at the test paper for a full 5 minutes, completely uncomprehending the question. I struggled through the first question in the next 20 minutes, leaving a scary 30 minutes left for 3 more questions. Luckily by then my brain finally warmed up enough for me to barely finish the test.
I am so not looking forward to the results of this test. Now back to procrastinating from doing my physics pre-lab write-up.
*Not to mention a host of other stuff like eye pains, body ache, eyes blurring up.
**Jakcrash threatened to pull the plug on my coffee supply last year when we were doing the TEE. Luckily for me, he never went through with the threat. Don't you wish you did it then?
Friday, April 18, 2008
Before Here First,
let it be known that i have the power to edit the order of the postings, so basically by the laws of post arrangement i can be called numero uno.
Hah so its one apiece now, bitch!
EDIT: Let it be known I just edited this therefore meaning I have similar power as to you.
Hah so its one apiece now, bitch!
EDIT: Let it be known I just edited this therefore meaning I have similar power as to you.
Here First
Just to piss people off, let it be known that I was here first. Ok thanks.
This means I leading by one post by the way.
This means I leading by one post by the way.
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