spiderpig: (speed of light // hoshi no koe)
.........

This feels like last year all over again, but worse in some ways.

Why hasn't this trickling stopped? I feel my whole being just fading away and it's like I'm just a shadow now.

I need. A time machine. I need a, something to make me forget and something to make me not remember.
spiderpig: (h-holy gundam meisters! :: konata)
I was clicking around my friends-lists, and then I scrolled down.

Fuck, I really should delete those entries. The entries where I wax lyrical in a time where I was stupidly happy. So stupidly, easily happy. How could I have been so happy and not realize that everything was fucking up right in front of me?

Rhetorical question.
spiderpig: (WHAT YOU SAY?)
Argh. I'm disappointed. Due to a mix-up (which, I must say by no fault of my events editor, who really tried her best) with the coughorganizerscough, I'm now not going for either the Maroon Five press con or concert. ARGH.

If I had a DSLR I probably could fight over the photo passes but oh well. :\ It's meant to be I guess. Can't fangirl over Adam Levine's feet. I wanted to ask some questions at the press con but they're a no-go now too. Press-coooooooooon.

......On the bright side, I have 2 less articles to write and I can concentrate (literally) on my essays. :\

(is trying to make myself feel better but failing)
spiderpig: (GRRRR :: allen)
WHY IS NO ONE BEING RESPONSIBLE?

I am STRESSED OUT OF MY MIND because NO ONE is wanting to give up their time for the seminar. I mean, wtf, you signed up as research assistants - like me - so be responsible about your job. If you merely wanted to just do the research and not show up for the event, you should have said so from the start.

NO ONE IS RESPONSIBLE THESE DAYS!!!

How am I supposed to moderate a hopefully-70people committee by myself?! ARGH!! *throws hands up in the air* All I just want is for SOME HELP. SERIOUSLY. Everyone's fucking jumping off the boat now. :\ I can't man the whole ship by myself!
spiderpig: (GEH.)
Hi, I had a great day.

Until you ruined it.

SOSHI IS EMOING NOW, GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME.

codfish

Jan. 8th, 2007 09:03 pm
spiderpig: (Default)
Please forgive this goldfish-brain of mine - I can barely remember most of the titles I played today and am unceremoniously mooching off the GameAxis website's pictures to see what titles I actually played. :D()

Batter up!
To gaming-newbies who can't tell the difference between a PSP and a Nintendo DS, the Nintendo Wii is the one of the fore-runners of the new generation of console games. The XBox 360 and PS3 are part of its brethern. It's not fair, in my opinion, to compare any of these to each other - frankly, they all serve different purposes and different types of gamers. People who want to be wowed with graphics, the PS3 is for you. The XBox 360 would sit well with DOA XTreme 2 fans people who centre more on online/wired-up gaming.

The Wii on the otherhand, fits rather comfortably with the generic, casual gamer. Granted, I only tried a few games today, the serious hardcore gamer would probably shun the rather different and unique outlook on games the Wii provides. It's more about having fun.

That aside, the Wii doesn't let down on graphics front either. The wireless capabilities sadly can't be fully explored as of now, but they certainly do look promising. Little details such as being able to swing the globe around - as you would on a real globe - are a nice touch. Interestingly, the music is rather hypnotic.

I wouldn't say that the Wii-mote is 100% intuitive. It's a near perfect fit in your hand though I did hold it backwards a few times in my enthusiasm, and the nun-chuck is no different. To put it simply, it's easy to get used to, but hard to master I suppose. Still, it's a breath of fresh air to physically knock someone out in a round of boxing vs the usual X+ -> on mundane controllers. Of course, the response could've been much better. For example, some swings didn't tally with the golf club or baseball bat movements on Wii sports. (Of course this could be totally due to my retarded non-existent hand-eye coordination, but trust me, I did try.)


The console itself looks great. Sleek, slim and white, the slightly asymetrical shape will not look out of place in the living room. In fact, the console and the sensor is so discreet that possible n00bs would mistake it for some zen statuette. Right, roll your eyes at me.

One exception to the near perfect score on aesthetics! I hate slot-loading devices personally (irrational fear of them eating my disks up) and the Wii console very gratiously uses one. However, the fact that it lights up a nice soothing blue redeems itself slightly in my eyes.

Okay on to the games.

First up we have:Wii Sports
Wii Sports is quintessensial. So much so that it's included in the starter pack. You need Wii Sports to get by before all the awesome games get to our shores. Trust me, Wii Sports is your life long friend.

As most of you should have heard, there are a number of preset mini-games of sorts available on Wii Sports: Tennis, Baseball, Bowling, Golf, Boxing. I think I got them all. Well, those were the ones I tried. :D()

Out of the five, baseball and golf have probably one of the least syncage with the Wii-mote. In other words, it's extremely hard to hit a proper ball without oodles of practice.

My personal favourite would probably be boxing. With the nun-chuck, the Wii-mote provides the perfect combination of mad uppercuts, blocks, double-punch combos that an amatuer boxer could ever dream of. Don't snigger at me, I am the undefeated champion of today's Wii's boxing-matches! Here goes the next Mike Tyson!!! Even though Leon insists that "it's in the wrist" not the arm when I swing my 'mote around dangerously, it's bloody fun to violently move your arm as you punch, or just plain use the wii-mote anytime.

Tennis is probably the best game on Wii Sports, even though its not my number one favourite. It's easy to catch on, and extremely addictive. Even a real-life tennis n00b like me, never able to hit a single ball in my life, manage to win some sets. No mean feat for an almost hikkomori.

Another interesting addition to this unique game would be the Wii-Age determinator (exact name forgotten). Much like Brainage, this subgame lets you go through a series of tests using the aforementioned games of bowling, tennis etc etc. Nearly bordering on tideous, this would be only fun if you've tried it first rather than play it after every other game.

In any case, I turned out to be 59 years old. HAHAHA.

Of course even Wii Sports does get boring - and tiring - after a while.

Batter up for Trauma Centre
Another maligned game title. This is the medical Phonenix Wright for the nexgen Nintendo systems. I admit, the art is lovely (Ah, Dr Stiles is very bishounen) and the story line is surprisingly engaging. Dr Stile's angsty, emo moments is precious and the DrxNurse relationships make good fodder for fanfics.

MY FANGIRL RAMBLINGS ASIDE, Trauma Centre does make use of the Wii's capabilities. Using the nun-chuck and Wii-mote, players can perform operating procedours liking pulling out tumors and making stitches. Obviously the concept is recycled from the original DS version; but the main plus here is that the DS utilised a pen to do the operations - the Wii uses your very hands "to save the patients' lives".

A few minutes of Call of Duty 3
Call of Duty was a MESS for me because I couldn't control the truck at all. Watch out for me when I really hit the roads.

Ollied withTony Hawk's
Again I kinda sucked at this with my horrible coordination. Admittedly, it was very fun because zomg I get to do ollies and mad 360s and grinds that I will never ever be able to do in real life. Wii-mote response was good, the game managed to use, if not push, most of its capabilities.


Serving up some Ultimate Marvel Superheroes?
OMG ADDICTIVENESS. If you've played UMS on the PS2, you will either love or hate this. Hate this because it is a pain to physically render attacks instead of pressing buttons only. Love it because you have to physically move the wii-mote to attack.

One major downside to this game? The nun-chuck has the annoying ability to control the camera angle. This makes for horrible views of the game when you accidentally start moving your nunchuck around and end up not being able to see your own hero.

And it's a homerun!
Mmm. in the end, I had immense fun with the Wii. Thank the Lord in all his incarnations for Leon's awesome invitation. I never had this much fun gaming for so long. Warcraft III doesn't count. Warcraft III is a necessity for me and not enjoyment.

And now I'm home and have been making furious phonecalls to Vivocity's PageOne bookstore (only to be put on hold for around five minutes) in an attempt to track down the elusive Red Moleskine.

Why do I have to do this?

I thought all was swell when I received an email from the Moleskine Asia HQ in Hongkong stating that they just received a new shipment of Red Moleskines (3rd Jan), after I emailed them enquiring about its status. So a few hours later, after I got home from work, I zipped into the webpage at approximately 4am in the morning of 4th Jan and placed an order for it.

No problems right?

NOOOO.

I just got an email from them today telling me that they ran out of stock. WHAT? WHAT?!?!??!?!?!? And apparently wow, Vivocity's PageOne has stock of it.

I have a feeling that they're making me do this because I LIVE IN SINGAPORE AND SO I CAN GO DOWN TO VIVOCITY?

Now, I don't want to go on a wild goose chase, so I'm awaiting (VERY ANXIOUSLY!) the call from Vivocity as to whether they TRULY have it in stock. I need to place a reservation if not at least determine how many they have before I make like a bandit and get one tomorrow.

Edit @ 9:15pm: FUCK. THEY'RE SOLD OUT. ALL 8 COPIES THAT THEY RECEIVED. WHAT?

Edit @ 9:30pm: ARRRRRRRRRRRGH. CALLED KINO. THEY ARE NOT BRINGING IT OR ANY OTHER MOLESKINE DIARY IN.

I HAVE MADE A DESPERATE ATTEMPT AT E-MAILING PAGEONE'S HEADOFFICE TO SEE IF THEY CAN BRING IT IN.

Right now, I'm just upset because I can't even get the normal diaries. Like wtf. Argh. I should have never listened to certain people when I was deliberating to buy the Red Moleskine at BooksActually. I'm such a dumbass. Why trust anyone but myself for the important things in life?

Ugh. I'm getting indigestion.

I have to remind myself to call Tango Mango tomorrow morning to ask if they have any left. Good God, the world is out to get me. :\

I'm trying to remind myself about the Wii so that I'll get rid of the bad karma and stay happy and abuse the cap locks and italics more.

The Wii and Kurtz' horrendously short shorts has conviniently distracted me.

.... ;_;

Nov. 8th, 2006 12:27 am
spiderpig: (): emo)
I honestly feel like crying and screaming right now. My whole body is tensed up, my brain is in constant pain but

I need to study.

Dear ALL,

I'm at the stage where I'm extremely worried for your guys based on the essays I've marked. It looks like for many of you (if you don't rectify this before A'level), an "A" grade is beyond your grasp because you're VERY CARELESS in your QN ANALYSIS!! My alarm bells went ringing again cos another potential 'A' grade student nearly failed an essay she/he sent me cos it was OUT of point!!!

Please read this essay uploaded in col@c & REMEMBER the mistakes (more than just qn analysis, but organization & phrasing of T.S. as well) that she/he made and DON"T REPEAT AT A"LEVELS. You all have worked hard and don't deserve to do badly because of carelessness. - Ms Koh


is not helping me at all because she's sending me into throes of panicked despondancy and I just want to slit my wrists with paper everytime I see like, an annoucement on COLAC. (More specifically, grab my Zubok and Pleshakov book and rape my arteries, are they called arteries?, with it.)

=A=

Even like her going "yes you're right" for my query on the dicussion forum doesn't make my day better

and I'm drowning in waves of economomics essays

and don't worry guys, two more weeks and you'll never see this kind of academic suicidal lines again.
spiderpig: (GEH.)
OMG BRIAN NG YOU BASTARRRRRRRRD YOU'RE MAKING ME GUESS LAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY BRAIN. IS FRIED.
spiderpig: (benkyo shimasu!)
I fell into bed at 8:30pm, sank into a fitful sleep of hot and humid slumber, only to awake once again at 10pm to take a cold shower.

Then I returned to quilts, comforters and pillows. I laid there for half an hour. My whole body was aching - I didn't know if it was mere fatigue, or just an amplified psychological condition that sent spasms across. And so I slept.

6:30am. My parents are pottering around the house.

Drowsy, despondent, derelict of any sanity left, I went up to my father and told him that I was sick.

I am. Even in the most plain medical sense, I am. Blocked nose, cough, and a horrible stomach cramp which lauds the return of yet another attempt at reproducing another of our kind.

So I am not in school for the Literature Enrichment class arranged for me. That's all good though - I sent a barrage of messages to God knows who in my half-narcotic manner.

Four more hours til I plunge into 2 hours of Economics. I think I should go do some essays. Or MCQs. Or something to take my mind off-

Something. Somethings.

But first! I shall read URBAN! :D
spiderpig: (ph34r m3!!!)
I went to take the laundry in because my brother (I can't blame him?) forgot to do so before he left. Now normally I'd bring them in automatically, but today I was about to sleep when he left, and I told him that.

I'd safely assume that he'd bring in the laundry, or at least you know, remind me to.

But noooo.

I awake to like earth shattering thunder and blinding lighting to find that all the clothes are still outside and now SOAKING WET.

I struggle to bring in wet laundry, because we all know how heavy wet laundry is, and fell in the process.

I feel like a doofus.

EDIT:

My mum is so insensitive. She totally ignored the fact that I hurt myself.

I can never be a housewife.
spiderpig: (;___;)
My one and only official affirmation that I am intelligent was just dashed. Destroyed by Big Brother and The System. Can anyone feel so happy and yet so wretched at the same time? It's like a piece of crumpled paper. No matter how much you try, it'll still be creased.

If you haven't heard, I'm in mourning. I understand the whole rational but the whole injustice of it.

Yes, I have made it into the Lit S Paper programme. I got through the harrowing qualifying test.

But there's always a catch.

I cannot be in the class because of the dismal results of my other two subjects, much to the chargrin of Fahy and me. The whole notion of me actually taking the qualifying test was that SOMEHOW I'd be able to at least give the S Paper programme a try, regardless of my subject grades (and just as long as I improve lah). It was touching to hear Fahy shower praises on me AGAIN, this time definitely certifying that I at least have a working brain. I mean, to hear the guy who scares the heck out of you say that he realy thinks that you should take the S Paper because you are of that calibre...

Thank you to the Lit Department for what I assume was fighting for me.

We're a conformist society, that's the conclusion. I am being bent down double, imperius curse-like, to suit the society's views that one cannot specialise in one field at such an age.

Don't worry though. You'll see me as a Private Lit S Paper candidate next year.

yar i came home and cried don't laugh at me kthx.

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted - Nevermore!


Valentine's Day tomorrow. Overrated. I think I'm skipping school to avoid being accosted by cliched love songs and $50 roses.
spiderpig: (Default)
No seriously, what's the bloody point of having a brand new air-con installed and not repair it.

Come on.

I hate my father really. I was pointing out about how nice it'd be if my dad was the Director of Mediacorp (spunoff from a conversation with my parents) and my typically acerbic comments made him throw a temper. All I said was, "...then we'd be able to have a nice life, and for once repair the aircon." 'slike kids, doesn't it make no sense of having a 1/2 year old aircon sitting in your room spoilt, because your father refuses to repair it?

And it's not me who's only complaining. My brother is joining the fray too. And he hardly complains. I'm not doing it just for me y'know?

So he goes into this huffy state and declares to me and my mum that he will "NEVER REPAIR THE AIRCON" oh way to go for a deadly threat. I responded with a 'tell that to my brother, just go tell that to my brother yourself'. Listening to his tirade about "NEVER REPAIR(ING) THE AIRCON" and then he throws out what he thinks will make me grovel at his kness.

"YOU CAN GO TO SCHOOL YOURSELF TOMORROW. I AM NOT SENDING YOU."

... Oh hey there, I'm crying with tears. I'm so pathetic that I can't wake up an hour earlier and take the gasp, God-forbid BUS to school.

Seriously, dad. Do you think I give a damn? You can't even financially support us anymore. You can't pay my brother's school fees. You screwed yourself up. You screwed my mum's, my brother's and my whole life and my whole future up. You say you don't want to repair the aircon because you don't want to electricity bills to go up.

THEN FUCKING TURN OFF ALL YOUR FENGSHUI BLINKY SWIRLY FLASHY LIGHTS AND FUCKING PLACEMENTS THEN.

My God.

One air-con doesn't zap up that much energy I can guarentee you that. You just have no fucking money to pay for the bills, you fucker.

You can tell that I hate my dad at the current moment. What sort of marriage is he giving my mum? She shoulders nearly everything now. She's not superwoman. She needs her husband, my father to stand beside her, not be stuck in limbo. The father I once loved, you are gone.

You are now the victim of my acid tongue.
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
cliche but true, hardwork never does pay off. when i slog my ass for history, i screw myself upside down by choosing a dumbass wrong question. i mean even NIC AND BENJAMIN AND ARHGASJ:DFWKEJW:PR PICKED THAT QUESTION WHICH IARJ:AWEJWE:A

while at the same time, someone else who crammed everything the last minute could do all her questions.

>(

evil i know, but in my mad bitch fit, i wished that i still did well after all. and those lazy, slackers fuckers get the worse end of the stick.

the end that i've been always getting.

shut up.

Sep. 26th, 2005 11:28 pm
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
Mum, just shut up. I really don't want to hear your business talks over the phone when I'm trying to revise? The last thing I want is to have "Oh the business is very good... Executive Diamond.... PV points..." when I doing my paper tomorrow.

KNN.

Another note:

I feel like I'm the harbringer of bad news and downright evil. With the rare exception of Manda, I think I usually make people really sad or annoyed or stuff like that. And 'tis only because Amanda is an unbelievably bright and sunny girl. Haha.

Sad leh. I should go shoot myself or something.
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
HAVE I MENTIONED SOMETIMES, HOW MUCH I HATE MY HOME? SURE IT USED TO BE A BLOODYHELL GREAT CONDUSIVE ENVIROMENT FOR STUDYING BUT NOW I JUST CAN'T STAND BEING AT HOME.

MY DAD THREATENS TO MOVE OUT IF MY MUM EVEN THINKS OF GETTING SOME HOUSEHOLD HELP. GO AND MOVE OUT LAH. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. I MEAN, YOU'RE A SELFISH FREAK NOT TO THINK OF THE FAMILY AND ONLY OF YOURSELF. YOU KNOW WE NEED HELP. YOU YOURSELF COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW YOU YOU YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THE WORK AND YELL AT MUM THE MOST. GO AND FUCKING DIE.

MY MUM TRIES TO ACT LIKE SHE'S SUCH A POOR DEAR, MOANING ABOUT HOW TIRED SHE IS WHENEVER SHE COOKS AND CLEANS AND STUFF EVEN THOUGH WE TELL HER 'ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DON'T COOK'.

I'M TRYING TO STUDYING FOR MY FREAKING PROMOS AND I'M BEING HELL DISTURBED BY THE VACUUM CLEANER, BOTH OF THEM SHOUTING AT EACH OTHER, THEM MAKING ME DO ALL SORTS OF RUBBISH LIKE CHANGING THE BED LINEN WHICH I DON'T REALLY GIVE A DAMN ABOUT AT THE MOMENT.

I MEAN IF I GET FREAKIN' RETAINED WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT MY FUCKING ROOM.

HELLO? I HAVE MY ECONS PROMO TOMORROW AND YOU GUYS JOLLY WELL KNOW IT. NOW WHEN I FAIL, I CAN TELL MY TEACHER, 'OH I'M SORRY I COUDLN'T STUDY BECAUSE MY PARENTS WERE TRANSFORMING ME INTO SUPER HOUSEWIFE.' AND MY JAPANESE MID-TERM IS IN LIKE, AN HOUR AND I'M NEGLECTING THAT!?

SO WHAT DO I DO? I SLAMMED MY DOOR SHUT AND AM NOW GOING DEAF FROM THE BLASTING SOUND FROM MY IPOD.

GREAT. I RUIN MY ACADEMIC AND MUSIC CAREER.

HELLO. MY NAME IS ALICIA AND I HATE MY LIFE.
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
SCREW YOU MUM.

She's back after a 2 day sojourn in Malaysia (fucking business trip) and now's hollering around about the state the house is in.

WELL WHO ASKED YOU TO LEAVE FOR YOUR STUPID TRIP THEN?

Wargh. And then she said, oh so politely, laced with bitterness, "Can I give you a comment?"

"...what mum?"

"Improve on your folding."

WELL GOOD DAY TO YOU TOO MADAM. THANK YOU FOR JUST NOT APPRECIATING ME FOLDING THE CLOTHES WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN A SELFISH DAUGHTER AND NOT DONE IT.

THANK YOU.

She's shouting at the whole house. I hate her at teh moment. And I agree with my grandmother. She's not going to last a month without a maid.

RARR. I AM ANGRY. I DON'T THINK I CAN ENJOY MY PIZZA DINNER LATER.

EDIT:

Haha. I went out to collect the pizza? And my mum was all, "Go wash your feet, how can you walk out without slippers?"

... "How can you live without a brain?"

HAHAHAHAHA. OMG. I haven't done that for such a long time. Insulting my mum, I mean.

EDITEDIT:

wtf.wtf.wtf. my five dollar Darth Vader keychain is GONE. because SHE IRRESPONSIBLY LOST IT.

woah thank you mum. thank you.

EDIT^3 @ 11:24pm -

wahlaubbl2hrsarh.
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
raaarrr. You know, band starts at 12pm tomorrow. Which actually means that I could have woken up at 10 and gotten to school on time.

But I'm waking up at 6:45am. To do a special delivery.

I'm not complaining, I'm just AMUSED by myself that I'd actually do something like this. And warghadfajw;e. Now Sir knows my mobile phone number AND my house/fax phone number.

So it's reach school by 7:30am, pass the document over, get home and catch a bit more shut-eye (or read Odd) and THEN leave for band. I kinda miss band, but not really. But one thing for sure, during the course of the next two weeks, I'll be suffering from withdrawal symptoms. D:

By the way, good luck to all the J2s taking their GP prelim paper tomorrow. May the Force be with you. (AHAH)

WTF. My dad's playing with this punching-bag toy he bought for $5. It's making a hell of a racket.
spiderpig: (;___;)
I AM A RETARD.

A REALLY STUPID RETARD.
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
So, since I wanna be with you
I'll have to follow through


I'm in no position to say this but really, sometimes I just really hate my class as a whole.

The class probably hates me too, that's why I want to say that "SOMETIMES I JUST HATE YOU GUYS".

There. It's out. I'm a fucking elitist.

I shouldn't have gone to CJC. I should've just trucked on and appealed to VJC or MJC or even ACJC. Why am I here? The band can only salvage my situation so far. This is so inherently sad. My JC life seems to revovle around band and band only. wtf. I have no life.

:(

Aug. 16th, 2005 07:07 pm
spiderpig: (;___;)
when you said 'i love you' i wish you meant it.

with every little bit of my fucked up soul.


OKAY. I AM LIKE HAPPY NOW. NO MORE SAD TIMES :D:D:D:Domfgspamspamspam.

YAAAY. BAND TOMORROW. YAAAY. LIT LECTURE TOMORROW!! YAAAY!!! RUNNING TOMORROW.

Uh. No yay.

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