Mambotic Jumbotic

I'm putting up more posts because it's the last few posts of 2006! HUAT AR!

I'm jealous. My tagboard is only 60% conscious. PEOPLE DON'T TAG!

The BETRAYAL!
The DECEPTION!
The PAIN!
The AGONY!

The more uncanny I get, it means the more unstable I am. Systems malfunctioning...

Mambo keeps me insanely sane.
Emo keeps me in check.
Metal keeps me calm.

That's a music world for me. Maybe I missed something.

Hmm... Crazy.

"Siao!"

by himself it's easy to pretend.

6.37am and I'm doing EOF now.

SIA is one powerful company. So many damn awards. SIA owns the skies... In terms of commercial travel that is.

What about fighter planes to protect our skies? We need more X-wings. Right, how did the Star Wars come in? It's the morning.

Later.

2006 Round-up

I look forward to year-ends often. Usually the cause of reason is that I have managed to age one more year due to the December of my birthday, but more importantly, it allows me to put down the weight of this year and get ready for a new one.

One more year and I will very soon be in for National Service.

Since 2005 and 2006 were supposedly bad years of stress and whatever [negative shit here], I certainly hope for 2007 to be the most entertaining and cooldown for EVERYONE.

It was certainly interesting. The walk this year taught much independence in me. But it also brought so many the-damn-changes to me, it has perhaps gone through some massive updating scheme in me. But definitely not version 1.0 already.

Independence was good. But it takes a while for me to get used to it.

Independence =/= Loneliness. I still have everyone around me, but maybe I just don't want to depend so much any more. It just doesn't seem so important to me... Maybe just less important.

Is this one of those posts that make you go "WTF is he talking about?" I hope not.

I'm still one crazed confused guy.

now here we stand with the blood on our hands.

And now the festive mood has to come slowly to its end, because work has to begin! I may seem a bit late, but definitely with effect from 26/12, I'm operational.

It has been insanely fun for the past two weeks, developing what Edd calls "uncanny energy"... It cannot be controlled, that's the "tiao dang" mode. But alas, it took a toll on me, and thankfully I'm already at abt 80th percentile recovery already. There is still much lost sleep to recover... But I think my clock should be coming back on normally already.

I want to put photos back on here... I kind of realised that although the two weeks were fun, there wasn't really a photographer or "journalist" for all. I am not too motivated to go through every single step... It's TOO MUCH. But to sum it up, it's a fun walk towards Christmas, and I thank God and everyone else who made it possible. I'm glad for returns, for comebacks, these people encourage me. Will to change, that's a good thing.

Merry X'mas to all. As I step into the new year, I am putting everything associated with 2006 down and getting ready to carry the new 2007 load. Rock on.

I stand in awe of You

You are beautiful beyond description
Too marvelous for words
Too wonderful for comprehension
Like nothing ever seen or heard

Who can grasp your infinite wisdom?
Who can fathom the depths of Your love?
You are beautiful beyond description
Majesty enthroned above

And I stand, I stand in awe of You
I stand, I stand in awe of You
Holy God, to whom all praise is due
I stand in awe of You

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Suddenly just sang this song in the shower.

Where's the food?

Irritating.

By the way I have had hardly any time spent at home for the past week. Bad, bad. It's not good behaviour. And it will continue until at least next week. I have seen the church people since last Tuesday for EVERY DAY. But it ain't too bad. Problem is only the sleep issue. Chalet after chalet, with those days having to go to school, it's draining... I'm not good with travel, so when I thought Tanah Merah to Dover was bad, Pasir Ris was worse.

Pasir Ris is not close to Tanah Merah. It's draining enough. And let us not forget the trip home. From Dover back to home is already half an hour. I take forever to reach the bed which I rightfully belong to (something which I would declare after 20 minutes of travel).

Christmas is here, so it means the harvest! Ok, I shall contribute my part, but I still need time to plan for Christmas presents. All plans crashed due to time constraints. After the last 3 weeks of the term, time has become overly of-the-essence. It's not healthy. But at least after that experience, I have been able to organise time so much better than the past. It's a working Microsoft Scheduler (I think there's this program) in my mind.

My stand towards blogging has changed slightly... I don't think I want to put so much of my personal stuff there. In fact, I have decided to go let blogging go to its original form, which is about happenings. But I'll do a bit of fusion.

Tune in NEXT time! I love the anticlimax.

Faux Pas - Plasika Memorila

The above has no meaning at all.

I had a feeling to blog, but I realised there is no content to put here.

WHAT LUCK! Anyway, since it's approaching the end of year, I'm hoping to do an appraisal of myself. Haha. JOIN ME.

Ok since I'm kind of bored, I shall review a song by The Who... Substitute. Commentary in the boxes! But again listening to these sort of songs aren't very good. Hmm.

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Substitute by The Who

You think we look pretty good together [N/A]
You think my shoes are made of leather

But I'm a substitute for another guy [I think]
I look pretty tall but my heels are high [I think I'm tall]
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah [Actually, just the reverse]

Substitute your lies for fact
I can see right through your plastic mac
I look all white, but my dad was black [But I'm Chinese!]
My fine looking suit is really made out of sack [G2000 ain't good enough...]

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth [Not exactly, I don't think so]
The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south [???]
And now you dare to look me in the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry [Wish.]
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by

Substitute me for him
Substitute my coke for gin
Substitute you for my mum
At least I'll get my washing done [So damn true.]
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Enough rubbish. Gene out.

the topic of angels' speech.

Dead tired, but never seemed rested.

Silencing the mind to quite a stage where it just seems cold. Have I begun to be less concerned with the things around me? Or am I just distracted?

Perhaps the dry run out has killed me and I'm merely just dying slowly. Mentally.

"... Somebody sedate me."
-Friedrich Angushausen

Orion's Belt

I so hope GEMS is due next year. That means more time for relaxation. And more time for this Mercy Relief video.

Oh have mercy on me.

No pun intended.

did you talk with the dead?

How many voices can a person hear in his head? How long can a person continue talking to himself in an almost close-to-insanity manner? Or are there really voices?

Two systems emerge in the back end of one mind. Obviously at odds, they are somehow still dominated by a massive fear of everything. Fear to do EVERYTHING. Death, a fear. Life, another fear. Contradictions which then connects back to the heart. Which reacts rather easy and is mostly unstable. Then the flow of control goes haywire because everything doesn't make sense.

A lot of criterias boil the mind and the conflict of the two systems make everything seem unstable. A melee between thoughts, that want to do so many things in life, but can't seem to organise itself? It renders the man, difficult. The man is thinking too much, but it isn't exactly as within his control as it seems. Run the confusion programme. Who would think or even have a close understanding?

Split head, split! Stretch yourself freely, beyond the horizons. One day, everything for the man goes explosive. But that day seems only imaginary.

Which component is at fault? Questions only continue piling up.
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Insanity EP1, by Eugene Lim.

Noble Heritage

My birthday was a good one. Thanks to all who have helped made it a great day. We all had fun.

18 is the age for advancement. It is time for me to grow mentally and spiritually. No stopping, because time is precious in the race.

Shall end this on a happy note. It would be pretty stupid if I ended it on the regular note. But nevertheless... Thank you all for wishing me happy birthdays. Super. =)

day after day this misery must go on.

This week is finally over... Now most of the work is settled before I can safely go into the resting chambers .

Right.

Anyway, leaving for Janan's house soon.

As I can shamelessly say it...

Yes my birthday is tomorrow. Leave the happy birthday tags if you want, though I prefer it through SMS.

Can't find my number?

HAHAHAHAHA.