televisions' life support

Thursday, June 30

t.o.w. are u true?

The lines from OTH still blows me away.

In that short 60 minutes, I feel a glowing sense of warmth. Something I don't feel too often in the duration of each week. Perhaps once in a blue moon when my mum makes the effort to check the fridge for the brand of chocolate I'm loving then and than buys another 2 bars for me.
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are you true? - by The New Amsterdams
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Keith: Well, if I’m not mistaken, you still own your cheerleading sweater. All I’m saying is memory lane is a two-way street.

Karen: Yeah? So is "You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about" boulevard. This is not about high school for me, Keith. Trust me.
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Lucas: Why do you stay with him, anyway?

Peyton: ‘Cause sometimes it’s good. Sometimes there’s no one else.
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Jake: Yeah, I know. But that’s kind of why I came here. This thing could get really messy if someone doesn’t take the high road. And, I know this is not my place to ask, but I was just hoping that you could rise above it.

Lucas: I don’t think I can do that.

Jake: Okay. Just know that if you do, the team’s gonna come around. Their gonna see that you’re a good guy and a hell of a player.

Lucas: And if I can’t?

Jake: Then I got your back.
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Peyton: This is who I am. This is how I am. And 95% of the time there isn’t a moral, or a victory, or a silver lining. Take it or leave it.

Jeff: And if we leave it.

Peyton: If you leave it then you’ll miss that other 5%. Your mistake.
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Lucas: E.E. Cummings once wrote, "To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, day and night, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle, which any human being can fight and never stop fighting."
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I just watched Spanglish. I must say its quite disappointing. I couldnt identify any central theme in the movie. It's still good for the sexy spanish that oozes with charm and mystique though. The only scene I thought vaguely made sense was where Flor decided it was best that Christina be odd instead of being like every other kid. Quite E.E. Cummings like.

Identity.

Maths.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 2:20 PM

Wednesday, June 29

t.o.w. the perfect people

I guess I always though they were, till now at least.

It came as a given. They were the perfect people in the world who could do no wrong. Their word was law. Yet, years on, it may seem that I was perhaps a little gullible. How can anyone be perfect? How can anyone stand tall and lecture someone about something they were guilty of once in their life? How is it possible for anyone to not feel remorse at accusing somone of doing something that they once succumbed to? Do they feel no shame? Do they feel no embarrasment?

I hate it when people try to understand others. Do they think the human brain a fickle piece of tissue that only decides when its time for bed? Do they not see the heart in someone? Or do they think it yet another standardised organ? The exact same one for everyone. How can one seek to understand the complexities of the workings of the human heart?

Don't try to understand me.

This whole thing is a bunch of schumallock.

I don't enjoy it.

Perhaps someday I will come to understand. Not today.

In other news, I see that Channel 5 is broadcasting the finals of Wimbledon. Pardon me if anyone feels insulted. The only reason why I think the finals are being broadcasted is so that the channel can cash in on the high viewership due to peoples interest in Maria Sharapova. Then again, if people really do watch it, how many of them are in it to see her long legs and her pretty face? The entire media hype is so huge on Sharapova, "Highest paid female athelete... 18 million dollars in endorsements... the next big thing..." The only consolation about the whole issue is that at least she isnt a Kournikova. At least she is winning. At least people can lie that they support her for her good tennis. So if they are showing the womans final, I guess they are then inclined to show the mens final. What if the final featured no Sharapova? Would they cancel the broadcast? The pre-eminent tennis championships. Undoubtedly the best tournament in the world. It's sick to see how such a beautiful sport is being presented. Of course, given my intensive training in essay writing, I shall have to give an opposing argument. Good job then Mediacorp for bringing the finals of the best Grand Slam into the televisions of those without cable. Ultimately, come final nights, I'll still be watching it on Channel 24.

The word is subdued.

I'm tired.

Tired of the jostling for key positions in the "socialites" act. Tired of acting like I am enjoying myself. Tired of hiding under the veneer facade that now comes so naturally to me.

It's ok. Nothing a good nights sleep won't cure.

I don't want to be anything other than me.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:00 PM

Wednesday, June 22

t.o.w. the places you have come to fear the most

The impossible I can achieve!

Yes. I've made up my mind. I'm going to go for it! Even if I fail at least I will know I tried. I don't want to end up 20 years later, having not achieved anything important to me, and thinking back about what could've been. Neither do I want to be the impossible parent who lives his dreams through his children. TV has thought me well.

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the places you have come to fear the most - by Dashboard Confessional
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LUCAS: I can’t do it. And even worse, I don’t know why I can’t do it. You know, it’s like, no matter how confusing or screwed up life got, the game always made sense. It was mine, you know. And in a lot of ways it’s who I am. But I can’t be that person in their gym, or in their uniforms, or in their world.
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WHITEY: You want to know something? I have had 35 winning seasons. Do you know what keeps me up at night? College jobs I never took. Could’ve beens have a way of doing that.
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WHITEY: There’s no shame in being afraid. Hell, we’re all afraid. What you’ve got to do is figure out what you’re afraid of. Because when you put a face on it, you can beat it. Or better yet, you can use it. Think about it.
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LUCAS: Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swaps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all.

Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach.

The world you desire can be won.

It exists.

It is real.

It is possible.

It is yours.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:00 PM

Monday, June 20

t.o.w. the first year

Sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. Boy.

Wah lao. Super sad day lah. Haiz. Studied at class bench in the morning. Did a bit of maths. I hate sigma lah. Shitma. Then went orchard to buy stuff. I wanted to buy OTH dvds! Yah. Since no one volunteered to get me anything, I decided to take things in my own errm, wallet. So yeah. I made my way there only to find that it is not in stock! Wah lao. Damn shit. The worse thing is, its already in Singapore lah. They just need to go through the censorship board. Damn dumb. Censorshit lah. So yeah. It's not coming out until a while. Asshat munchkin. Then I saw 7th Heaven dvds la. The first season, thats like, 7 years ago and its going for $117 lah. Exspenshit. Haiz. I have the money to buy something I can't get but I can't seem to get myself to spend a hundred buckeroos on 7th Heaven. I mean, I want it, but somethings in life, we can only want and not have. =( Bad outing at HMV.

Bought a few things. Waterbottle and my STYLE PACK. Yes. Thank you Ronald. You rock. I bet you are hanging out at Phin's steakhouse now =D So yes. I now have my stylepack. Ahh. Leather covers. Bu hui qi mao de! =D

Argh. I bought chocs wanting to thank u for teaching me maths lah. Tsk tsk. Hehx. Get well soon lah.

Anyway! On to the good stuff. Its my blog's birthday!!! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear blog. Happy birthday to you! Ahh. June 20th! 365 days, 85 entries and 1 makeover! Hmm. It's been great! Just having an outlet like this to vent whatever I have bottled up and having this as a pensieve to lay things down so that I can later revisit and reminisce. So yeah. I'm happy about it. =)

Many thanks to Wenxi. He is going to get me my dvds! He rocks. I'll show the Singapore censorship board. Censorshit!

I trust it real.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:08 PM

Sunday, June 19

t.o.w. the wishlist

Ahh. I feel like a rich brat.

I'm Kenneth Kich, Richie Rich's long lost cousin. WTH. No, I'm his long lost elder brother. The entire Rich fortune should be all mine. Wahaha. Armed with my American Express and MarquiJet Card, I'm going on a worldwide shopping spree!

First stop. San Francisco, California.
Ipod mini please. Argh. I should never have sold away the ipod to eeediot Kaiye. Stupid Hyundai asses. Never trust hyundai man. Just two days after I sold the Ipod, my Hyundai mp3 player conked out. Stupid asshat munchkins. I have bad Ipod karma. S$350.00

Next stop. Las Vegas, Nevada.
Ahh. Time to buy my Columbia300 bowling ball! Backyard Bully! "Don't you dare step into our backyard" Argh. So cool. Finally, I can break free from the White Dots! Heh. Since I'm at the Columbia300 headquarters, I might as well get a bowling bag too. Hmm. $440.00

Next stop. Tree Hill, North Carolina
Heh. OTH DVDs! Yes. Both seasons. Ahh. I cannot wait for blocks to be over. Then I'm going to pon school for a week and watch OTH all day all night. Ahh. The life. $130.00

Next stop. Glenoak, Ohio
Heh. 7th Heaven DVDs! After high-tension relations in OTH, its time I kick back with some ligh-hearted family drama. Err. All 4 seasons that are out. $180.00

Next stop. Checotah, Oklahoma
Carrie Underwoods new cd! I hope its all country. :) This is the first time I've decided to buy any cd even before its been released since Kim Locke's One Love. $20.00

Next stop. Queens, New York
I want a visor. Hah. I think it will go with my super short and shit hairstyle. Visors rock man. Roddick looks good in one and so does Jon from Amazing Race. Visors rock. But it has to be a US OPEN visor with the fiery tennis ball logo on the top. $25.00

Next stop. Los Angeles, California
I need clothes and shoes and accessories. A few nice shirts, a pair of Levis 501s, a pair of Nike Dunks and a nice Swatch Irony Watch. Factory Outlets! Here we come! Hmm. Estimate $450.00

Last stop. Nokia Handphone shop in Thomson Plaza, Singapore
STYLE PACK. $48.00

Ok. That's about all that I can think of now. Erm yah. I'm supposed to sound like a rich brat with tons of money. In the real world where I live, my MarquiJet card would get me a trip around the world after Security at the airport kicks my ass at 200kmph. My American Express actually reads American Expresso, that you can get at any starbucks around the corner. Ahh. If only I were rich. I would buy them all. All $1,643.00 worth of merchandise. And if I was freaking rich, I'd buy you all everything on your wishlist too. I promise. Why would I? Because a promise between friends means never having to give a reason. Awww. So treat me nicely you earthly munchkins. I just might win TOTO someday.

Hmm. Ok lah. This entry was all out of fun. I'm not such a demanding spoilt brat. I'm contented with my lot. I mean, I'm not filthily rich, but I get by happy. :) Then again if anyone bought me just one those items, I'd be even more happy for like a very very long time. Why be nice? Because a gift between friends means never having to give a reason. Awww. Anyway, if I do strike it rich someday, I'll remember the angelic munchkins that made my day. Yes. A 20 dollar Carrie Underwood CD could get you a 2 million dollar penthouse in Trump Building! Quick! Go n "chope" one item and buy it for me soon before they are all gone!

Earthly desires. $1,643.00

OUR FRIENDSHIP. PRICELESS.

Got that? :D

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:48 PM

Saturday, June 18

t.o.w. the parent

I hate you asshats munchkins!

You all suck! Terribly! WTF.

Anyway, had class outing. I enjoyed my beef lasagne, chocolate ice-cream and the hip, chic and classy atmosphere out at the Bayfront at Esplanade. Then on the way home, I was on the MRT and there was this mother with her 2 kids. Her son was dressed in a Batman getup. I don't get why this Batman Begins thing is so overated. I don't like Batman. He should be called Blackman. And his superhumanpower will be his ability to blackmail everyone at will and earn lots of money. He will travel in the black-mobile, equipped with infrared sensors, bluetooth ability, text messaging services and a rather large, odd-looking antenna. It will have 12 buttons and a screen. Argh. Ok, back to the parent. So yeah, both kids were drawing on notepads on her lap and she was looking at the drawings. I couldnt help but notice how she was frowning. Really badly. Her whole forehead was arched up so that you could see FIVE furrows. No kidding. So yeah, I pictured she maybe was an art connosieur or the curator of the Singapore Arts Museum or something and just could not let sub-par art go without a frown or two. No biggie. Anyway, the boy (younger) turns out to start tapping the girl (elder) on her head. Recieving no response, he proceeds to thwack her on the head a little harder. Still to no avail, he then begins to wield the pen like a bat and starts to club her on the head. All this without response from the mother who had front-seat access to the action. So yeah, I figured perhaps this family was just fond of the tough love. Whatever. Anyway. After clubbing his sister on her head with baited breath and yet still recieving nothing from her. He then begins to scrawl on her notepad so that her drawing is ruined. The girl finally exclaims and is about to cry when the mother finally says "Didi, why you go and draw on her drawing. That's wrong you know." Ahh. Finally, spoken like a true parent. Just as I was about to focus my attention on something much more interesting ; a peice of gum, unceremoniously stuck on the MRT overhead handles, the mother actually said, and I quote, "Stop complaining lah girl, your drawing is so ugly. What is this? Batman? Where got this two pointy things one? So ugly."

Amazing parenting. I want to see this mother's drawings back when she was 5 or 6 years old. I bet she could draw silhouettes, 3D images, the Eiffel Tower and Jennifer Lopez's full body curves when she was two and thought a pencil a magical stick that could be used to produce stains on paper. Eeediot. It doesn't take a parent to know what she did was wrong lah. I mean, the drawing wasnt any Mona Lisa, but I didnt think it was ugly. In the future, the girl is going to grow up and study something that she hates when she actually loves to draw, but she will never have the courage to draw again after tonight because of the thoughtless and stupid words spewing out of this bitch's mouth.

I can only hope she isn't Singaporean.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:25 PM

t.o.w. the big olympic decision

New York is back in the running!

Ok, given how Madrid and Moscow are both unlikely to get their bids, its really between New York, London and Paris yeah. Then after the asshat (amazing word) New York financers decided not to build the stadium, New York's confidence stockpile plummeted. But! New York is back in! They tied up with the NY Mets I think, to use their new stadium. I wonder why Mets are building a new stadium, they arent that good what. They should just share one with the Yankees. Haha. =D But most importantly, New York still can do it! Their recent struggle with budgeting just shows how amazingly creative and swift they are in making decisions. The IOC must choose them! Maybe by 2012 I'm already based in New York. Ahh. The wonders of dreams. Haiz. Ok.

But given how the general consensus is that Paris is the really hot favourite. I guess I shouldnt get my hopes up too high. Anyway, the US was the most recent of the 3 that hosted the games back in 1996 in Atlanta. So yeah. =(

Whatever.

London, New York or Paris. Tennis fans are going to have an amazing arena no matter what.

That's what its all about.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:17 AM

Friday, June 17

t.o.w. perhaps perhaps perhaps

Are things finally working out?

I'm a happy lark though. =D I haven't felt so happy in a very very long time. I just hope I'm not building castles in the air. Ahh!!! =D =) =]

Went to study at thomson today with Alison and Grace. I must say, I feel extremely accomplished today. Hahz. I finished Market structure in 3 hours! Damn happy. I am done with Econs. Damn sad. It's like the only subject that is easy to study and understandable. I tried my hand at maths. I am going to feel terribly. I need help!!!

Cut my hair today. Ok. The ass barber messed me up! I want a full refund of my hair!!! Paste it back on or something. Hai. I think I look much more like a toilet bowl now. Or a monkey's ass, or a banana'nanana. Grrr.

I am bored. There are no shows on Friday. Estupido! Never mind, I shall watch yesterdays One Tree Hill that I cleverly recorded. Peyton rocks. Please don't do drugs. Jake sucks. I think he looks evil and sinister. Like everything he is telling Peyton is schumalok. Don't trust him! Felix sucks too. Asshat-munchkin.

Who wants to join ORTH! Amazing club consisting of me (the pres) and pu'ister shiqi (the coffee-lady). Membership is free though you have to quench an endless desire for food. Everyone will have something to do. Positions up for grabs are, in no order of hierachy,

1. the hon-gen sec. aka msg-me-when-we-are-meeting-sucker
2. the PRO. aka ask-noise-complaining-neighbours-to-watch-OTH-too-or-shove-it-loser
3. the logistics officer. aka provide-us-with-a-place-we-dun-bother-if-u-like-OTH-asshat
4. the domestic aid. aka no-more-chips-liao-refill!-maid
5. the techy. aka LOUDER-la-so-soft-hear-what-shit-servant
6. the analyst. aka study-hard-so-that-parents-believe-we-are-mugging-together-nerd
7. the treasurer. collect-money-from-all-members-weekly-and-pay-the-pres-kia

Elections begin as of now! So hurry! Contact the coffee-lady immediately with your particulars! There will be a non-refundable registration fee of 10 dollars though. This money is not for our pockets! It's for our stomachs and your happiness! What are you waiting for?

Haiz. Perhaps its true =D

Tennessee Williams once wrote; When so many are lonely and seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

Perhaps perhaps perhaps

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:08 PM

Thursday, June 16

t.o.w. the spanish one

El español es tan atractivo!

La entrada dutch me inspiré de Wenyi y así que blogging en español. Por supuesto no sé una sola palabra del español aparte de "gracias" así que estoy utilizando un poco de traductor. Me aburren.

El español es la lengua más atractiva viva. Que tiempo oí Gaudio el hablar en el abierto francés, yo casi murió. Entonces oí Nadal hablar, él perdí un poco lustre. Pero qué el heck, todavía lo amo. Nadie sabe lo que blogging alrededor, pero no es una alegría apenas a mirar?

Me pregunto cómo uno dice One Tree Hill en español. Veamos, su Una Colina Del Árbol. Atractivo.

Deseo cortar mi pelo. Tan enfermo y cansado de mi pelo. El pelo largo de la operación falló terrible. Debo cortar mi pelo para parecer Lucas a partir de una colina del árbol. Aposté que pareceré un asno. Pozo del Oh.

Eso es él. Una Colina Del Arbol es encendido sobre una hora. Muchas gracias y adios.

I was extremely bored!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:57 PM

t.o.w. reasons why OTH rocks

Amazing I tell you.

Apart from the awfully good-looking cast that is to die for (I love Peyton), the lines in OTH are beautifully intriguing and insipiring. I wouldnt be watching the show if it weren't for the unbelievable, inconcievable, unfathomable amount of dignity, character and power they inject in their conversations.

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DAN: So, you just walk away.

COACH: Well, well. Dan Scott.

DAN: Half the team suspended, Nathan triple-teamed the rest of the season, and you say nothing.

COACH: The inmates will not run the asylum.

DAN: You're despicable, you know that? Letting the dreams of this team just vanish. You're full of crap.

Coach: It comes with old age... constipation.
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SKILLS: Whitey asked you to play on the team, and it's nothing?

LUCAS: It's nothing 'cause I’m not playing -- not with those guys.

SKILLS: Luke, man, I’ve been guarding you almost every night since we was 12 years old, right? And I won how many games? It just seems like a waste to me, man.

LUCAS: Well, it doesn't to me. Don't you guys ever think that maybe we belong here?

SKILLS: No. We belong here. You've never belonged here.

LUCAS: Thanks a lot, Skills. Just shoot for teams.

SKILLS: Yo, luke, man, you know you're one of my best friends, right? Ain't nothing never gonna change that, man. But keep it real. We ain't shooting for teams. We're shooting to be your excuse. And I ain't about to be a part of that, man.
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KAREN: Do you remember that?

LUCAS: My first leather basketball. That was the year that Skills' father told us there was no Santa Claus.

KAREN: Yeah, and I tried to talk you out of it. Then you said something I’ll never forget. You said you felt bad for the kids who never figured it out, because when they grew up and had kids of their own, there wouldn't be any gifts on Christmas morning. You're a good kid, Luke. But sometimes I feel like you're sitting out your life on account of me, and I don't want that for you. My past is not your future, okay?
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LUCAS: There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. But omitted, and the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves. Or lose the ventures before us.
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Ahh. So intellectual, thought-provoking and soulfully powerful. Ahh. I love the scriptwriters. And all these conversations from just one episode! Amazing. I am blown away.

Another reason why you should watch OTH is the really good acting. It's no Meryl Streep. But it brings across the message succintly. One last reason why you should give it a chance is because the relationships in the show are tantalising. Yumm.

What the heck, who bothers if you don't bother about it. It's a great show still.

The games that play us...

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:35 PM

Tuesday, June 14

t.o.w. 48

Woo. So fun!

Played the listing game over the phone last night with Ronald. I apparently know too many types of drinks, tim sums, sushi (in their japanese terms, mind you) and too few amazing racers to win my 48 dollar style pack. I will haunt Ronald at night for my style pack. I'll go to his room and set free 48 cockroaches that all have 48 legs each. They'll then each make a nest in his clothes cupboard so there will be 48 nests that will house the spawn of the 48 Gen1 cockroaches. Having each layed 48 eggs, there will now be 48X48 cockroaches running around his room. They will feast on his flesh and eyeballs so that there are 48X48 punctures in his skin. Having never touched the 48 Gen1 cockroaches before, much less the 48X48 Gen2 pests, the CSI team will never know its me. I am a genious. Ronald is a stingy miser. And then when all is done, I'll lay out 48 cans of Baygon in the letters "You should have bought me that style pack." Uber cool. I think it can be made into a movie. Umm. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise or Chad Michael Murray can play me and Ronald can play himself. He will of course do his own stunts. Wait, every movie needs a lead actress. This is easy. Queen Latifah can play the CSI agent. She will crack jokes on the set every second and the entire crew will have a blast. This is the movie of the season. The title of the movie will be spooky. "48" The OST will be "48 dollars too late" by michael learns to roach.

All this just because he refused to buy me my style pack. Heh. Anyway, in the real world, he is still my buddy and though I hate him for not granting me a simple gift, he still rocks. =)

Err. Just studied econs today. I guess I'm off to a slow start. But at least I've started. I'm going to work really hard tomorrow. I can feel it in my slacker blood. I have the innate ability to combust into flames and start afresh.

Had bowling outing on Monday. Ok la, the turnout was expected I guess. Anyway, had fun watching Smiths. It's damn nice. Even though I think 48 will be better. I think Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie should get together. Jennifer Aniston already has David Schwimmer. The chemistry between Brad Pitt and Ronald will be amazing too. =D Then took neoprints. Damn funny, I couldnt stop laughing inside the stupid box, cos the asshole background rollers kept hitting my head and my back. Heh. Since, I didnt want to look like a hyena, whenever the counter started counting down from 3, I tried my damnest to stifle my laughter. However, I apparently unleashed a pandoras box when I decided to laugh, which is ironic given how I was in a box myself, and so as a result, I look constipated in all the pictures. They should find a picture of a toilet bowl and place it on my head. I'll look better. At least I'll be in my natural habitat.

Bahh. So tired now. I shall sleep immediately after CSI. Perhaps the episode is about roaches. Yawns

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:04 PM

Friday, June 10

t.o.w. quick shoutouts

Err. My show starts in 14 minutes so I'll be quick!

I love beef lasagne!

I hate No'ers!

I love warner bros - they are like the king of drama serials!

I hate stupid dentist who cancelled my appointment

I love One Tree Hill! Best show ever! And I just watched one epi!!!

I hate how you cannot get a set meal at Cartel when you want to eat Beef Lasagne. =(

I love Lost! Polar Bear!

I hate stupid noisy woman on bus! Move your own natural white ass in!

I love Joey!!! And Michael! And Gina! And Alex!

I hate how One Tree Hill is on at midnight! Stupid!

I hate you!

but I do.. love you...

Bye Bye Bingaling!!!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:46 PM

Tuesday, June 7

t.o.w. all the drama

Shit. I'm wincing as I type this freaking entry.

I have no idea what happened. It just occured just like that. Like a snap of the fingers, although if I were to do that right now, I would probably die.

Ok. I thought about this entry as I lay on my bed. Actually no. I'm thinking about it now as I'm staring at the com, but don't you think the lying-on-the-bed-wincing is so much more dramatic. Anyway. I see my life flash past me. I see me running about the HUDC flat we had at dakota crescent. (Cool. Sounds like one of the states in the US). I see me crying my ass out after I just broke my mum's favourite vase. (Not because it was her favourite but because my ass really got it then) I see me in the ambulance after I fractured my arm two years back. My entire life flashed past me and then I realised. Out of all the images I conjured in the back of my head, nothing was joyous. Nope. Zilch. Nana. And then I realised how awfully insipid my life has been. How I have achieved nothing. How I have daydreamed about thousands of dreams that though seem far and surreal are actually achievable. It was sad. Anyway, the pain in my arms shot down my nerve axons and dendrons and I jolted out of my stupor. I was about to die. I could take the pain no more. I felt my eyes closing and suddenly I was engulfed in darkness. In the distance, I saw a beacon of light. It was calling out to me, like an angel beckoning me into her wings, into the comfort of her haven. She stretched out her arm and opened her palm, giving me her hand into eternal bliss. I reached out to grasp her hand, but could only graze her fingertips before the pain in my arms killed me once more. I woke up. It was 11am. Time for Amazing Race repeats.

Anyway. I didnt actually fracture my arms. But the way they hurt, I wouldnt mind. At least there wasnt much pain when I had the fracture. But this is killing me. I can hardly bend my elbow. I'm walking like I have robotics arms now. I have no idea why they hurt so bad. Shit. I can see my entire bowling career disapparating before my eyes.

Disapparating. At this rate, I wouldnt even have the energy to raise the 600 page book, much less read it.

Lord save me!

Maybe tommorow they'll be fine.

Jen's shoulder and wrist. I couldnt care less about my freakin arms.

Err. I take that back.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:19 PM

Wednesday, June 1

t.o.w. i made the top 100

98, actually. Out of a grand total of 105 competitors.

Bah. Then again, I think I'm on my way out after today. Bah. Dunno what happened to me lah. Cannot spare a single shit and had such measly strikes. I think my whole game is messed up. Grrr. I don't know what I'm going to do over the next 2 days. Oh well. I hope I can make it perhaps in the top 90 at the end. Heh. I know it sounds miserably lousy, but its a good first tourney for me, I guess. Heh, and this is under 22, which actually makes no sense as to why I am participating and pitting my skills, or rather lack of, against people who have been bowling for years and years. Oh well. I guess I should shut my crap and start bowling better. Heh.

Hmm, went to meet Janice after bowling with the rest to pass her birthday gifts and then went to KFC to eat. I love Shrooms Burger. I love Whipped Potato. I actually realised you are supposed to whip the potato and the sauce up before eating it; explains the name. I love Cheese Fries. I love the skin of the fried chicken.

I am missing my TV shows. I used to have shows everyday except Saturday. Housewifes, CSI: New York, CSI, American Idol, Joey, Amazing Race, Survivor, 7th Heaven and Apprentice. Now I have shit. I have Housewifes and CSIs and Joeys. But of course they had to cancel out CSI for the stupid Miss Universe Pageant. "Miss Chaaainaarr, Miss Ppppeutorrr Rrrrricooo" Stupid. Queen Latifah would of course win the title, followed closely by Jennifer. In that case, Jennifer would "fulfill the roles of the champion, in the event that she is unable to fulfill her duties as winner". Heh. Such a cheesy yet amusing line. Hmm. All I'm doing this couple of days is waking up, watching tv, going for age group, eating dinner and watching tv. And since there is absolutely nothing to watch, all I'm staring blankly at is Roland Garros. The red clay is rather sleep-inducing. Anyway, due to my flippancy, I found new programs to watch as my mighty finger fiddles with the amusing little black soft portions of the black hard remote. Heh. I was watching Eye For A Guy. Why do all these stupid asses carry such fake ang-mor'ish accents. It's stupid. I mean, if they want to speak like one, then they should do it properly. Not do it half-heartedly, like, "yaahnoe', i'm like totally fallin in lurrve with denizzze, LOR" Such failures. Also, since its the holidays, I am of course back to my daily habit of watching Oprah. I think its a great show to watch. Oh well. Maybe its because I'm so desperate for something to entertain me. Tutorials should pretty much do the job, but, "yaahnoe', I'm like totally in lurrve with sleep."

Hmm. If the Video Ezy business venture doesnt work, I guess a KFC franchise wouldnt be that bad either.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:36 PM