If I were a camera, would I want to have an in-built short term memory?
If I were a camera, I wouldn't want to have an in-built short term memory. It'd be fine if all I see and capture are of a pleasant nature, but what if I belong to a psychopath and all the pictures this psychopath takes are of an unpleasant nature?! Oh the horror! The horror! These unpleasant images would then be imprinted in my short term memory, and I'd be unduly traumatised by them images. But then again if I were a camera I wouldn't be capable of emotions and feelings, and I probably wouldn't find anything wrong with the pictures taken by a psychopath. So I probably wouldn't mind if I had a in-built short term memory. I think it's even more probable that I were to be the psychopath.
About the short term memory, mine doesn't seem to be working very well these few days. I think it's pretty much overloaded with rubbish. Oh no. I'm becoming so forgetful that I cannot remember what it was that I wanted to type when I was just thinking about it a few minutes ago. I think every human being should be constructed with a build-in sound recorder that records every single thing you say and hear in the day, that way we would all become super humans, and then we'd be wishing for stuff like retractable wings, x-ray vision and maybe Saddam would wish for a nuclear testing plant. Wait, or does he already have one. No! I'm not insinuating anything! I need to clear my short term memory, it's getting so messed up that I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. I'm becoming incoherent! AAAAH! That's about the worse thing that can happen to a camera. I meant psychopath. Nono, Saddam. No actually I wanted to say superhuman. Or did I want to say human. Is that it?
I think communication is an important tool. We constantly need to make our feelings known. I would gladly talk to animals if it was socially acceptable. I would gladly talk to Jay Chou's picture. I would also gladly talk to inanimate objects like the Xbox, although I would be much better of playing it. HAHA. Okay no pun intended. Or did I intend to pun? Gah. I cannot, for the love of all humanity, remember what my intended destination was in saying "I think communication is an important tool," but I think it goes along the lines of oh well, the importance of communication.
*I scream and faint.*
It's so pointless to try and type when the brain is giving up on me.
Maybe I'll do something simpler like disprove Einstein's Theory of Relativty for the 583rd time. Haha no I'm just joking, I don't even know his Theory of Relativity. I still wanna type even in the state of massive degradation my brain is in.
I am so gald taht the Jnue hloiyads are gnona dsenecd uopn me in auobt two dyas tmie. Oaky at tihs pinot in tmie I get the fienleg taht I'm tnriyg too hrad and shitemong tlels me taht I solhud jsut scumcub to the stuedcion of the bed.
My spllieng is gtntieg sceewrd I sewar. Hey balme it on the barin oaky. Taht's waht you get for tiyrng too hrad.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
You are the Bluest Light
Donny had been feeling harsh and bitter cold on Saturday, Sunday and Monday. The animals in the barren woods told Donny that Sunday was technically the first day of the week. Donny still thinks that Rainday would make a better first-day-of-the-week. Saturday, Rainday, Monday. Or why not Snowday? Or Hailday?
Donny trots (although trotting is an inappropriate course of action because it does not match Donny's mood and Donny always thinks that moods should be shown so that people know how Donny is feeling and do not provoke Donny to make Donny flare up because Donny knows that that will be far worse in fact a thousand million gazillion times worse than Donny being in a bad mood and it will be hypocritical but Donny detests the way mood always has a way of poisoning the atmosphere) through the barren woods. The chill refused to go away.
On Monday Donny felt so bad that the tears could not hold. The tears ran through Donny's frock and Donny was left with a torn frock. The chill hit home like a stalactite. The animals are all running away. Donny should be left alone. Donny wants to go home. Donny wants to go home alone. Run animals run. Donny needs to wake up to the rain.
And I did a raindance.
Donny trots (although trotting is an inappropriate course of action because it does not match Donny's mood and Donny always thinks that moods should be shown so that people know how Donny is feeling and do not provoke Donny to make Donny flare up because Donny knows that that will be far worse in fact a thousand million gazillion times worse than Donny being in a bad mood and it will be hypocritical but Donny detests the way mood always has a way of poisoning the atmosphere) through the barren woods. The chill refused to go away.
On Monday Donny felt so bad that the tears could not hold. The tears ran through Donny's frock and Donny was left with a torn frock. The chill hit home like a stalactite. The animals are all running away. Donny should be left alone. Donny wants to go home. Donny wants to go home alone. Run animals run. Donny needs to wake up to the rain.
And I did a raindance.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
My Parents are Noisy People
Okay so I'm currently supposed to be doing my UN source based assignment but because I'm signed into MSN and so is skippy I think I shall leave the UN source based assignment aside for a while. *Ooh is that a hint of alliteration that I see?*
I just realised that my mucous (I have no idea how to spell this) is bloodied yet again. I think I'm dying, skippy I think i'm dying! I'm so happy that I have people to talk to it gets me off stuff for some time. And it was great what the one called rachel told me yesterday while we were sitting on the stairs outside the Cultural Center, and skippy online! Nah. I'm just kidding.
So skippy just asked me to go watch Da Vinci Code on sunday. Whoohoo! I'm excited yes I am! I know you all are tired hearing about me rant and rant and rant non-stop and it's getting on every single nerve in your body, and it's anti-social behaviour running off to Lecture Theatres on my own. I always thought I was somewhat a social misfit, but like WHATEVER SAY WHAT YOU WANT I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE CALLING ME A LONER BEHIND MY BACK! *left eyelid twitches profusely, nostrils flare and breath exits nose in sharp spurts, sending flecks of bloodied mucous (I can't spell this word for the life of me) all about the keyboard* Okay that's gross. Oh well.
Saint Andrew wasn't with the hockey team today. But then again Saint Andrew was a fisherman, so I guess he wouldn't have known how to help if he had been present. But I bet he would have recognised that the team put up a pretty damn good fight and would have rewarded them with nets/rods/bait. Okay you rest in peace okay Saint Andrew. Look over us while you're at that!
So they say that Singapore Idol's gonna air on channel 5 soon! I so so so can't wait for the debut okay. I wanna laugh my heart out at the ones who are just dying to get laughed at.
And I wanna watch Over the Hedge! It's like so cute. So cute. Oh and X-Men III too! And I wanna watch Cabaret with tofu!
I just realised that my mucous (I have no idea how to spell this) is bloodied yet again. I think I'm dying, skippy I think i'm dying! I'm so happy that I have people to talk to it gets me off stuff for some time. And it was great what the one called rachel told me yesterday while we were sitting on the stairs outside the Cultural Center, and skippy online! Nah. I'm just kidding.
So skippy just asked me to go watch Da Vinci Code on sunday. Whoohoo! I'm excited yes I am! I know you all are tired hearing about me rant and rant and rant non-stop and it's getting on every single nerve in your body, and it's anti-social behaviour running off to Lecture Theatres on my own. I always thought I was somewhat a social misfit, but like WHATEVER SAY WHAT YOU WANT I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE CALLING ME A LONER BEHIND MY BACK! *left eyelid twitches profusely, nostrils flare and breath exits nose in sharp spurts, sending flecks of bloodied mucous (I can't spell this word for the life of me) all about the keyboard* Okay that's gross. Oh well.
Saint Andrew wasn't with the hockey team today. But then again Saint Andrew was a fisherman, so I guess he wouldn't have known how to help if he had been present. But I bet he would have recognised that the team put up a pretty damn good fight and would have rewarded them with nets/rods/bait. Okay you rest in peace okay Saint Andrew. Look over us while you're at that!
So they say that Singapore Idol's gonna air on channel 5 soon! I so so so can't wait for the debut okay. I wanna laugh my heart out at the ones who are just dying to get laughed at.
And I wanna watch Over the Hedge! It's like so cute. So cute. Oh and X-Men III too! And I wanna watch Cabaret with tofu!
Injections - Withdrawals Part IV
Here's the long-awaited part IV. What do you mean by saying that you didn't even know there was a part IV?
Eeli; EELIPHAAAANTY! hahahah love the name man totally. EELITANNY!!! ahahhaha. (okay that's enough vanessa how would you like it if somebody went about poking fun at your name calling you dabian. AAAAH but then again they already do so dahhahaha! *erupts in a bout of laughter*) But no no, seriously. Okay! Eeli you're this super duper hardworking lady and you are definitely capable of flying way up high in the A levels can! By saying that I mean that your results will be damn good! :) Whoohoo! No kick man girl! haha. Yep so this is my fellow photog mate! Yes photog always seems better because you're around! :) And the you always don't eat breakfast in the morning ah, quite bad you know. Breakfast gives you energy you see! And you must have energy to do things properly! Haha the best part is that I can always crap around with you and that's cool cause not many people like to crap around! :) haha I love you eeli!
Eeli; EELIPHAAAANTY! hahahah love the name man totally. EELITANNY!!! ahahhaha. (okay that's enough vanessa how would you like it if somebody went about poking fun at your name calling you dabian. AAAAH but then again they already do so dahhahaha! *erupts in a bout of laughter*) But no no, seriously. Okay! Eeli you're this super duper hardworking lady and you are definitely capable of flying way up high in the A levels can! By saying that I mean that your results will be damn good! :) Whoohoo! No kick man girl! haha. Yep so this is my fellow photog mate! Yes photog always seems better because you're around! :) And the you always don't eat breakfast in the morning ah, quite bad you know. Breakfast gives you energy you see! And you must have energy to do things properly! Haha the best part is that I can always crap around with you and that's cool cause not many people like to crap around! :) haha I love you eeli!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
The Stars are Plunging, Crashing, Plummeting.
OKAY I'M GOING TO SHOUT IT ALL OUT BECAUSE I'M REALLY FEELING LIKE SHIT RIGHT NOW AND TYPING IT ALL IN CAPITAL LETTERS GIVES ME THE ILLUSION THAT I AM VENTING MY ANGER ON ALL WHO ARE CURRENTLY READING THIS. WELL IT'S NOT THAT I WANT TO VENT MY ANGER ON YOU PEOPLE I ACTUALLY THINK YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST PEOPLE AROUND BUT OH HELL JUST BEAR WITH ME. IT'S A REALLY SHITTY FEELING THAT'S RESIDING IN ME AND, AND, and I really don't want to continue feeling this way. All of a sudden I'm feeling so small, SO INSIGNIFICANT, SO SMALL SO SMALL EVERYTHING'S FALLING, PLUNGING, CRASHING, PLUMMETING IT'S CRAP IT'S CRAP EVERYTHING IS CRAP IT'S CRAP. THE NOISE FROM THE TELEVISION IS JARRING SO JARRING I FEEL LIKE SMASHING THE SCREEN IN SO JARRING I HATE THE WAY I'M FEELING ALL THESE FEELINGS SHOULD CEASE CEASE CEASE RIGHT NOW JUST STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT ALL JUST SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP IT SHUT UP I HATE IT I HATE IT EVERYTHING'S NOT WORKING OUT I LOVE MY FRIENDS IT'S NOT WORKING OUT IT'S ALL OVER THAT'S IT IT'S ENOUGH I HATE THIS I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO IT BUT LIKE WHATEVER IT DOESN'T MATTER NOW PLUNGING CRASHING PLUMMETING FALLING FALLING FALLING FALLING ALMOST THERE NOW ALMOST BELIEVING ALMOST BELIEVING ALMOST ALMOST SHORT OF FALLING. LEADING LEADING BEING PULLED ALONG BY THE NOSE JUST LEAVE ME LEAVE ME LEAVE ME ALL ALONE I HATE THIS.
IT'S ALL OVER.
IT'S ALL OVER.
OVER.
It's all over and I'm cool with that. By tomorrow everything will be fine after a good night's sleep.
IT'S ALL OVER.
IT'S ALL OVER.
OVER.
It's all over and I'm cool with that. By tomorrow everything will be fine after a good night's sleep.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Atop the Building, Strumming on Heartstrings.
Act 1 Scene 1
I conclude that it is a bad day today. It is a very bad day. Frightening. I do not like being in school on bad days. Because when it is a bad day I like to be alone. And when school people see me alone, they will conclude that I am a loner. And I do not like being called a loner. Frightening.
I am trying to pull off a "Top Girls" in which the Acts do not appear in chronological order, and the author does it the way she does because she is trying to get the audience to think long and hard about what she is trying to say. (For the uninitiated, "Top Girls" is a socialist-feminist play that addresses the issue of women and their role in a patriachal society. Or sorts. Don't ask me what 'patriachal' means, I didn't know too initially, until Mr. Smith kept using the term and I gradually gathered that patriachal means something like male-dominated, masculine inclination etc. etc.) But personally I think it's an attempt to confuse the audience and lose them somewhere along the transition from Act 1 to Act 2. I would be lost if I were watching the play without having read the text. I don't know about you, but when I go for plays, I don't really see all that use of dramatic devices that Literature teaches us about because most of the time I'm struggling to catch what the people on stage are saying. Oh. So you're saying you don't have that problem? Huh? Huh?! HUH?!!! Okay so I bet now you think you're superior just because you can catch what the people on stage (are they called players I wonder) are saying and I can't, and that gives you much more time to think about the dramatic devices being employed? Okay like whatever. Go eat some shit or something.
Act 1 Scene 2
So this is what happens when Vanessa is having a bad day. She apologises for her rude and increasingly unbecoming behaviour.
Act 1 Scene 3
In Pioneer Junior College three friends are shocked and disgusted when they hear that their friend had quit guitar class. Immediately they send smses demanding to know the reason. *Music plays. "And I just want you to know... I've found a reason for me... To change who I used to be... A reason to start over new.."* And the friend, starts feeling the most intense sadness, sadness so intense that it stabbed. And heartache.
Act 2 Scene 1
So I quit guitar class today. And for a very good reason. I'd thought about it. And I don't like facing up to it. I love guitar classes. After I told Adnan, I started feeling the most intense sadness, sadness so intense that it stabbed. And heartache. But it would be all over with a good night's sleep. And so I slept.
Act 2 Scene 2
I couldn't manage my time. It all voices down to this simple, disgusting flaw of mine - the inability to manage time. In fact it's more than just that. It's the inability to manage my life. I recognise that. I recognise all of that. All of that. And because of this I predict that my life will be screwed up. I have no pride. I see myself being divorced and living in a mangy apartment for the second half of my life. There's no light. It's too dark.
Finale
I need somebody to give me a hard push.
I conclude that it is a bad day today. It is a very bad day. Frightening. I do not like being in school on bad days. Because when it is a bad day I like to be alone. And when school people see me alone, they will conclude that I am a loner. And I do not like being called a loner. Frightening.
I am trying to pull off a "Top Girls" in which the Acts do not appear in chronological order, and the author does it the way she does because she is trying to get the audience to think long and hard about what she is trying to say. (For the uninitiated, "Top Girls" is a socialist-feminist play that addresses the issue of women and their role in a patriachal society. Or sorts. Don't ask me what 'patriachal' means, I didn't know too initially, until Mr. Smith kept using the term and I gradually gathered that patriachal means something like male-dominated, masculine inclination etc. etc.) But personally I think it's an attempt to confuse the audience and lose them somewhere along the transition from Act 1 to Act 2. I would be lost if I were watching the play without having read the text. I don't know about you, but when I go for plays, I don't really see all that use of dramatic devices that Literature teaches us about because most of the time I'm struggling to catch what the people on stage are saying. Oh. So you're saying you don't have that problem? Huh? Huh?! HUH?!!! Okay so I bet now you think you're superior just because you can catch what the people on stage (are they called players I wonder) are saying and I can't, and that gives you much more time to think about the dramatic devices being employed? Okay like whatever. Go eat some shit or something.
Act 1 Scene 2
So this is what happens when Vanessa is having a bad day. She apologises for her rude and increasingly unbecoming behaviour.
Act 1 Scene 3
In Pioneer Junior College three friends are shocked and disgusted when they hear that their friend had quit guitar class. Immediately they send smses demanding to know the reason. *Music plays. "And I just want you to know... I've found a reason for me... To change who I used to be... A reason to start over new.."* And the friend, starts feeling the most intense sadness, sadness so intense that it stabbed. And heartache.
Act 2 Scene 1
So I quit guitar class today. And for a very good reason. I'd thought about it. And I don't like facing up to it. I love guitar classes. After I told Adnan, I started feeling the most intense sadness, sadness so intense that it stabbed. And heartache. But it would be all over with a good night's sleep. And so I slept.
Act 2 Scene 2
I couldn't manage my time. It all voices down to this simple, disgusting flaw of mine - the inability to manage time. In fact it's more than just that. It's the inability to manage my life. I recognise that. I recognise all of that. All of that. And because of this I predict that my life will be screwed up. I have no pride. I see myself being divorced and living in a mangy apartment for the second half of my life. There's no light. It's too dark.
Finale
I need somebody to give me a hard push.
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