My Pain

Ugh, Im so bored the stock market doesnt open on saturdays and sundays. Its like, the world stops moving on saturdays and sundays but your brain is still active, counting the minutes, no, the milli-seconds till the world starts moving again.

Anyway I saw this really cool tattoo and Im kinda thinking whether I should get one like it. I mean, it sounds a bit copy copy but there arnt really any original tats nowadays. Youd have to be those kinda extreme type to come up with shit people have never seen before. Then theres also the problem of whether it has meaning or not, whether it can last you your entire life and let you still feel the same about it when youre 60.

Its As If You Were In The Olympic Stadium

Okay these few days have been rather uninteresting, other then the fact that X and I engaged ourselves to get married if our love lives didnt work out by 30. Hahaha! Dunno whether we joking or not. But if not then at least now we both have a plan B lol.

Anywaysssss... you guys have absolutely GOT to look at this link. Its like a frigging 360* view of the inside of the birds nest stadium. Its very very cool. Its like you were IN that bloody place.

http://www.karikuukka.com/peking2008/100m/

You can pan the view by clicking and holding and dragging.

Was It Really Ours?

So the olympics are over and singaporeans in general are making a big deal out of our medal tally. The first in 48 years for sg. Well, I can understand the big hoo-ha cuz of that, but somehow it doesnt seem like its entirely singaporean.

The victory I mean. The victory wasnt ours.

For starters, FengTianWei was china born, WangYueGu was china born and guess where LiJiaWei was born? I shouldnt even have to answer that.

Pretty much, it was China who got that medal for us. It was China who GAVE that medal to us. You get what Im saying?

The fact is, and remains that no one who is PURE singaporean can win anything for shit. But thats not our fault. We're a society whos children grow up doing nothing but studying and trying to get laid. Even if the person sitting beside you had the innate ability to become the next Phelps, what are the chances he/she would discover that talent?

Sure, we have sports schools, but the child who has that talent has to first realise it. But being thrown into a life revolving around mental regurgitation, what are the chances of him/her knowing her unfulfilled destiny?

"But other countries also have immigrants who became citizens that won medals for them what!" you cry out indignantly. Well, my answer to that is that at least those immigrants dont make up 100% of their country's medal tally. Sad, but true.

But I guess I shouldnt blame the sports council. They know this. They know exactly what I said, so I guess the measures they took are.... acceptable.

The Real Pikachu

This is really weird, seeing the person behind the voice of pikachu.

There is a human expression. "Follow your heart."

But what if my heart does not know what it wants?

It will. In time.

It Has Begun!

Today is the most exciting day of the month cuz Ive finally started paper trading! That means playing the stock market using virtual money. At last I can put all the shit Ive learnt into practice!

Its one thing to read about options in books and finally see all the lists of strike prices of all the millions of puts and calls! It was so exhilarating, I think you people prolly think Im a nerd faggot being into this shit. But god, I dont know how to explain it.

And guess what I bought for my first trade?

INTC!!!

Thats Intel Corporation fyi. And just in case you dont even know what Intel does, it makes shit like computers. And I think its stock price is going UP UP AND AWAY!! Hahaha!

So exciting!

N.B.: I do not dabble in stocks. I use options only.

Olympics Is Fun To Watch

Okay if any of you havent watched any of the olympics so far, then shame on you. At least watch a qualifier, cuz seriously the qualifiers are the funniest. Ive learnt a few things from watching qualifiers. The most important of all is that when youre about to do your event, dont look at the camera and give those "yo yo mama wad up dawwwwwwwwwg" kind of look and try to act like you can pretty much do anything and still get a good result, cuz you wont.

INCIDENT 1:
100m sprints--> A jamaican athlete looked at the camera and did what I said exactly not to do. He ended up with a false start (starting before the gun is fired), earning everyone a yellow card. (Just in case you dunno, if some dumb cunt from another country fucks up, a yellow card is shown to all the other 7 peeps to say that, if anyone fucks up again, I dont care who, youre out.)

INCIDENT 2:
Long jump--> A black/brown athlete looked at the camera and pretended he was listening to rap music, complete with hand motions and feeling. He ended up jumping past the jump line (or whatever you call it), earning a red flag (results not counted).

But besides that I was also watching the womens Javelin and they were all fucking amazons, especially the Swiss woman. The swiss chick looked like cartoon character out of Asterix, she was thin as hell but goddamn, when she threw the bloody jav, it looked like she was going to throw herself together with the jav, but the friggin thing flew 40 fucking meters.

I can remember secondary school that time, no one could throw past 16m in my class. And that swiss musta been like as small as the smallest girl in my class but damn. 40 meters man.

I didnt watch the Singapore table tennis final though, cuz I think its stupid and over publicized that its poor singapores only chance to get a gold, so lets make a big deal out of it. Besides, I think table tennis is one of those fast paced games only the people playing will really enjoy. The people watching would prolly only be interested for 5 minutes or so. Its like me playing Quake 3. Its so heart thumping, blood pumping action that doesnt stop for me. But I can imagine people going "so fast also dunno what he shooting at".

Quote of the day: "Your shithole is basically for shit to come out, not for you to put shit in it." -jen on buttsecks.

Cool Vid

Yay so happy the dearest sent me a "Im still alive" mail and I replied with a subject title of "O Is For Orgasm".

K enough of randomness, take a look at this awesome video, demonstrating masterful manipulation of shadows.



real art, this is.

This All Gives Me A Big Fucking Headache

It really does. What some people dont really know about me is that Im actually a loner, and I love it. I enjoy spending quality time with myself. I enjoy shutting myself off from the world and living as though its Me against The World, because thats just how it is sometimes.

I absolutely hate it when mummy comes home and sort of demands to be let into my life. But thats not how it works. Im in Fuck-Off-Everybody Mode, where I dont want to hear people speak, dont want to ask questions, dont want to answer questions and pretty much dont want to hear anyone's voice at all.

But you know what the problem is? Im not going to tell her. Because I cant. Because someone like me just cant. Its not in my nature to. Even if I did, she would probably think Im psychotic and want me to see a psychiatrist. Either that or she would go "aiyah when I go to france/aiyah when Im dead you wont have anyone to nag at you" like she just did cuz I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE. I get *especially* irritable when Im in my alone-mood when people try to butt in nagging nag nag nag nag nag

I dont get why she doesnt understand that. I dont get why people dont understand why other people LIKE to be alone. Which is quite hypocritical because I once thought the Dearest was crazy for being how she was. Sure there are moments I show my love to the people around me, but that doesnt mean Im a kissy-wissy forever lovey-dovey shit face all the time.

I dont want to be alone because Im sad. I dont want to be alone because Im depressed or anything. Its because I LIKE it. Im a LONER. But yet that doesnt mean I dont have friends, or that Im not popular. I have lots of both, its just that I have Myself as well. And I love Me a lot.

And Ive been having this throbbing headache like fucking cancer for the past week and its not helping me think or get any less annoyed at mummy.

Goddammit. And you think you had problems in your life.

Why Hungry Ghost Festival Doesnt Make Sense

During the 7th month of the year, following the chinese calendar, the ghosts of heaven and hell are released so they can have a feast, watch opera, and probably watch you bathe as well.

But there are a few reasons why this whole story is so implausible when you think about it.

Firstly, we are assuming that 1.) Spirits, being beings of energy, require some form of sustenance and that 2.) This sustenance can come from eating physical food.

How an intangible being can acquire nourishment from something tangible is beyond me. If you told me that they feed on energy, or vibrations like feelings, like anger or happiness then at least that makes sense. Well not really make sense in a scientific way, but at least its believable. But NO, you tell me they feed on the same things that we do. This actually does not work, and is 80% (randomly given value) improbable when you think about it.

Lets discuss this.

1.) The Food We Provide Is Physically Consumed By Them

This is obviously untrue, because the chicken left there one night is still there the next morning. Any effect like the chicken turning smelly or the usual stuff that happens to food left out for too long can be attributed to our bacterial friends.

2.) The Food Has "Souls" Too, And Each Dish Has 1 "Soul".

What the above means is that for every 1 chicken we offer as a sacrifice, the spiritual world gets 1 chicken. The physical chicken is then "spiritually depleted" and left there to rot. This theory is also impossible, because by now the dead outnumber the living maybe, 10 to 1. The offerings people normally give couldnt even feed 0.00001% the current living population, much less the entire spiritual world.

3.) The Food Has "Souls" Too, And Each Dish Has Unlimited "Souls".

What the above means is that once we offer a chicken, that chicken will keep on creating spiritual chicken to feed all the souls. Think about it as a mob in World of Warcraft where it will produce as many quest items as there are people in the party that kills it, so you dont have to kill a mob 5 times just to complete the quest for 5 people etc.
By far, this is the only plausible explanation I can think of. Although theoretically, if this were the case, I could take one orange and place it as an offering because that would equal to an infinite amount of oranges.

Give em a happy orange!

Not to mention that if I were an angmoh ghost Id have no one to feed me and Id have to fly all the way to Singapore to get some chow. Even if ghosts could teleport Im sure theyd need mana or something ;p

So in conclusion, HGF is b.s.

Thank you.
Ben Wong, PhD.

DO YOU SEE MY SURNAME OR AN INSULT?

See the underlined one only. The one above was a sketch ;p

FREE MUVO V200

Because I am a blessed person, I am giving away my trusty MP3 player/thumbdrive.

Here she is.

Battery powered.

I know a 512MB thumbdrive is really old and shit, but if any of you guys know any friends who have some financial difficulties and could use a thumbdrive, or an mp3 player to like, brighten their lives or something, gimme a pm or call meh @ 97863955.

Drinking With The Boss

Went drinking with one of the bosses today. Well, not really drinking like youd think it. I had Teh-o and he and shan had Heineken. Man I cant the taste of beer it sucks so bad. Come to think of it alcohol tastes shitty. The only use I ever had of any alcohol derivative was C2H4.

If you can still remember your basic chem, thats Ethanol to you. I use it to clean my shoes, my mouse, and pretty much everything that needs cleaning. Except myself o'course.

It was fun listening to how he clicked on the "shemale" section whilst watching porn thinking that that gallery was for muscular women! Then I laughed my ass off and told him, yeah, the reason why theyre muscular is cuz they're MEN. They WERE men, anyway.

Not to mention how he got his nerdy friend drunk till that friend began shouting his crush's name in front of her.

Oh well, too bad I have to leave in a day. Its really people like him that make this job enjoyable.

New Chapter

How many of us have turned over the pages of our lives into a new chapter at 5am at changi airport?

How many people even know if they have reached a new chapter, I wonder.

I watched her leave, her figure growing smaller and smaller. I glanced down at my phone, and when I looked up, it was like she was never there at all.

That was when I felt this profound emptiness. It wasnt a painful emptiness, it was just a presence of an absence. I wandered around Terminal 1 in a daze, looking for an MRT station. I think I circled the place twice before heading for the sky train.

I thought of visiting T3, but I think, what I needed then was a bed and something to hug, not look at some artificial edifice that only echoes what you feel. If you look at stone, it only looks back at you.

I dont ever remember listening to my mp3 player and thinking that it was so wonderful that the lyrics talk to you. Or more like, they enter your head and bounce around till the next track plays. Im probably not making any sense, so here I end.

Bye

Im secretly mad,
and openly sad,
the dearest will be leaving.
How long she goes,
only God knows,
and we'll see,
we'll see how it goes.

Next we see each other,
Ill still be your brother,
and you my sister.
Ill let you be the first,
To ride in my Mercs,
and we'll see,
we'll see where it takes us.

au revoir, till then
Love you, my dearest jen.