Ahh..Ch5 showed Matrix Revolutions.
Enlightening..
And i think i might be that one more step closer to being a Matrix Fan. But still the Force will Rule in any contest.
I still think Yoda wld whip Neo's Arse. In or Out of the Matrix. Yup.
I'm super busy these few days. Going upshift to the Island of Dreams (You-know-where) more often than not. Next shift is Lai's ORD shift - another ORD shift that i'm going for. i.e. Slack probably. BBQ up there perhaps.
Think today i'll sleep early. Xuejun's fault. Countless times i repeat myself. Yawn..
Oh tmr Hari Raya!! Difference for me is the holiday. At least a break. A well deserved one.
Ok night.
benp
institution of torture: NUS (Undefined Faculty)
years of existence: 23
occupation: part time student and full time stoner
ideal ambition: STILL shepherd's assistant
realistic ambition: mad scientist (who saves the world)
Monday, October 23
Tuesday, October 17
The Samba Song
Something has screwed with my tagboard. And i don't like it. Anw, to enhance loading of this page, i shall remove the tagboard temporarily. Till i decide i need to refurbish this page. Which is not today. Got more interesting things to do.
Fine, i'm lying.
I AM trying to learn some useless redundant skills. (note the intentional redundancy of "redundant".. cliche. i know.)
SUCH as..
Learning to write with my Left Hand.
Learning to become Left-footed.
Learning to be Brazillian
Learning to Samba.
ONE thing..
I've learnt that the easiest excuse for my cultural interblend (rojak, as my ex-coach once put it) is to disclaim all four races within this one simple statement explaining the inconsistencies between name, colour, language and perhaps culture.
I'm Brazillian. The Samba sort.
Until they get used to my cultural interblending that probably compares to our "multicultural" Singapore.
Learning the Samba. And for those who don't know me well enough, I'm talking about soccer.
Was having this discussion and i shall decide to bore the web denizens unlucky enough to type in "ultravioletlight.blogspot.com" [On a side note there's about 8 x 10^30 different possible combinations of 16-letter blog names in blogspot. Approx.]
Global Warming.
1. Get a glass.
2. Put a block of ice in it.
3. Fill to the brim with water (with the ice bobbing about)
4. Wait for the ice to melt.
5. Tell me if the water in the glass overflows (there's the comments function here...)
6. The water is not supposed to overflow anw. mathematically.
7. Which means melting ice-bergs don't change the water level.
Unless...
WE're talking about the ice chunks that are NOT floating, but resting on land. i.e. mainly in Antarctica.
THERE's a difference between fresh water and sea water when considering melting ice-bergs.
I intend to try out the salt water version. curious. very curious.
Going for a last minute shift. Its not as though i have a social life that'll be thoroughly affected by a last minute pawai shift.
Anw, its okay if you get off in lieu.
And i realise that i'm greedy. I like off in lieu. lots of off in lieu.
Went for mass yesterday at Bt Batok's St Mary of the Angels. Which is in the same vicinity as the Franciscan Friary. And the place is beautiful.
And the service sermon was quite unlike the usual weekday mass sermon. it was relatively long and insightful. maybe because i paid attention. hmmmm..
Anw, i'll be off to bed now. Lots of sleep to catch up on..
Out.
Fine, i'm lying.
I AM trying to learn some useless redundant skills. (note the intentional redundancy of "redundant".. cliche. i know.)
SUCH as..
Learning to write with my Left Hand.
Learning to become Left-footed.
Learning to be Brazillian
Learning to Samba.
ONE thing..
I've learnt that the easiest excuse for my cultural interblend (rojak, as my ex-coach once put it) is to disclaim all four races within this one simple statement explaining the inconsistencies between name, colour, language and perhaps culture.
I'm Brazillian. The Samba sort.
Until they get used to my cultural interblending that probably compares to our "multicultural" Singapore.
Learning the Samba. And for those who don't know me well enough, I'm talking about soccer.
Was having this discussion and i shall decide to bore the web denizens unlucky enough to type in "ultravioletlight.blogspot.com" [On a side note there's about 8 x 10^30 different possible combinations of 16-letter blog names in blogspot. Approx.]
Global Warming.
1. Get a glass.
2. Put a block of ice in it.
3. Fill to the brim with water (with the ice bobbing about)
4. Wait for the ice to melt.
5. Tell me if the water in the glass overflows (there's the comments function here...)
6. The water is not supposed to overflow anw. mathematically.
7. Which means melting ice-bergs don't change the water level.
Unless...
WE're talking about the ice chunks that are NOT floating, but resting on land. i.e. mainly in Antarctica.
THERE's a difference between fresh water and sea water when considering melting ice-bergs.
I intend to try out the salt water version. curious. very curious.
Going for a last minute shift. Its not as though i have a social life that'll be thoroughly affected by a last minute pawai shift.
Anw, its okay if you get off in lieu.
And i realise that i'm greedy. I like off in lieu. lots of off in lieu.
Went for mass yesterday at Bt Batok's St Mary of the Angels. Which is in the same vicinity as the Franciscan Friary. And the place is beautiful.
And the service sermon was quite unlike the usual weekday mass sermon. it was relatively long and insightful. maybe because i paid attention. hmmmm..
Anw, i'll be off to bed now. Lots of sleep to catch up on..
Out.
Monday, October 2
Buy And Throw Away
I saw "Life!" newspaper today, and i was shocked. Because i actually bothered to read past the comics and the "television for today section". Celebrity coverage has been around for a long time. As to why, i have no idea. Personally i usually skip the mundane "this actor was seen with this actress" talk. Today, boredom just overcame me and i just glanced at it. and i really don't understand what's so interesting about celebrities' (who are just actors/singers and mere humans last i checked) lives.
Plus as far as i'm concerned these lives that they live, and especially the lives that the media coverage envision them to live, sparking rumours where rumours never existed before, are not what i'd normally consider model lives to base your lives upon. I mean, i don't know about you, but i consider the fact that their average expiry time of their marriages rivals the expiry date on fruits, perhaps.
Something like computers i guess; one's spouse is a novelty that lasts for a short while before.. Of course, we could solve that problem by not marrying in the first place. Which is commonplace too.
Oh i do envy them sometimes. Their lack of challenge in the world, a separation at the slightest of disputes. They don't have to endure the challenge of maintaining a relationship that apparently has gone sour. so they throw it away rather than attempt to make it sweet. or at least bearable.
But its a throw-away society we build today. Throw away relationships, throw away foetuses, throw away lives.
Personally i'd prefer to attempt to fix something that has gone spoilt, be it a shoe, a door or whatever. But i'm not them.
And these attitudes, embodied in the lives of others that paparrazi happily snap away at, are the lives that we wish to live - the life of a celebrity. a life just like you or me. a life, perhaps lived with an increase in wealth, but a life nonetheless.
They're actors, singers, whatever. But we're doctors, lawyers, teachers, gardeners, drivers, etc. I don't see anybody prying into our so-called mundane lives as i see in their case.
I think the most exciting thing abt show-biz is running from paparazzi and perhaps accusing them of trying to run you down.
And i think to be jealous of them is to be the most sapping-of-self-pride thing that can be done. No matter how perfect they seem, they'll be dead and buried/cremated soon enough. possibly even dead from all their "exciting" work.
And if you really feel like looking up to someone, try finding a more decent "celebrity" that you could look up to. Depending on your religion, perhaps Buddha, or Jesus, or Muhammad. I'm sure they'll be able to guide you as well as (definitely better than) any other.
I'm not sorry about this outburst. I just feel slightly sorry for those who have been made use of to make magazines richer. even if they're probably not sorry for themselves. And i'm sorry of the image some tend to portray.
Plus as far as i'm concerned these lives that they live, and especially the lives that the media coverage envision them to live, sparking rumours where rumours never existed before, are not what i'd normally consider model lives to base your lives upon. I mean, i don't know about you, but i consider the fact that their average expiry time of their marriages rivals the expiry date on fruits, perhaps.
Something like computers i guess; one's spouse is a novelty that lasts for a short while before.. Of course, we could solve that problem by not marrying in the first place. Which is commonplace too.
Oh i do envy them sometimes. Their lack of challenge in the world, a separation at the slightest of disputes. They don't have to endure the challenge of maintaining a relationship that apparently has gone sour. so they throw it away rather than attempt to make it sweet. or at least bearable.
But its a throw-away society we build today. Throw away relationships, throw away foetuses, throw away lives.
Personally i'd prefer to attempt to fix something that has gone spoilt, be it a shoe, a door or whatever. But i'm not them.
And these attitudes, embodied in the lives of others that paparrazi happily snap away at, are the lives that we wish to live - the life of a celebrity. a life just like you or me. a life, perhaps lived with an increase in wealth, but a life nonetheless.
They're actors, singers, whatever. But we're doctors, lawyers, teachers, gardeners, drivers, etc. I don't see anybody prying into our so-called mundane lives as i see in their case.
I think the most exciting thing abt show-biz is running from paparazzi and perhaps accusing them of trying to run you down.
And i think to be jealous of them is to be the most sapping-of-self-pride thing that can be done. No matter how perfect they seem, they'll be dead and buried/cremated soon enough. possibly even dead from all their "exciting" work.
And if you really feel like looking up to someone, try finding a more decent "celebrity" that you could look up to. Depending on your religion, perhaps Buddha, or Jesus, or Muhammad. I'm sure they'll be able to guide you as well as (definitely better than) any other.
I'm not sorry about this outburst. I just feel slightly sorry for those who have been made use of to make magazines richer. even if they're probably not sorry for themselves. And i'm sorry of the image some tend to portray.
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