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thursday dawned as usually
as thursdays tend to dawn,
it was cold and bright and sunny
- no call to be forlorn

everyone was smiling,
tempers all 'round fair,
but little did the day betray
the night's tale of despair

"the time is good, the hour perfect!",
grins lachesis in glee,
"some mischief where it hurts the most -
sisters, d'u agree?"

"two projects and two folios,
one dreamweaver website
and creative writing to boot;
let's turn his life to shite!"

"evil thoughts and evil shades!",
clotho spins the tapestry,
"evil tidings, evil works,
evil, unto me!"

"week 12 is drawing to an end,
too bad his work is not..."
rude atropos interferes
and clotho weaves the knot

the tangle in the hands of fate:
through my world it shoots!
the foul echoes in my laptop -
the machine convolutes!

"corrupt file: hal.dll"
no alarm beep, no error
it simply stops, my trusty dell
no reason, no haywire

i curse everything digital;
i'm fucked like ne'er before
i curse the sisters fate, all three,
for the no why no wherefore

dead-ended, i reinstall,
leaving my stuff intact
but my documents are locked up good;
the folder can't be hacked!

"diu nia ma ge cau cibai!
diu nia ma ge hai!
diu lor...", said i helplessly,
and marco heard my cry

(win xp security
itself, in fact, the culprit
user-friendly systems seem
always the opposite)

he laboured ala IT pro
this good neighbour of mine
windows proved a tough bastard
but he won out - woohoo - fine!

unrelenting clotho, she
says, "mortal moron!"
it appears marco only just
got past level one

"this mishap makes no real sense
now the damage can be seen",
atropos, peering down, she says,
"if i may so opine."

and mirthful, lachesis replies
"goddamn, it's ms windows!
there is no need for sense regarding
this, everyone knows."

at last i did exactly as
i did in december
dismantle and replace my drive
in another computer

screwdrivers out! i soon unlock
the naked circuit board,
i recovered my documents
and all my precious hoard

but trouble upon trouble, you
don't wanna be in my shoes
for now the aftermath remains
disaster continues...

my software sits in redundance
i simply cannot work
now let's just wait out time ticking
until i go berserk!

i miss home.. especially my mom and dad. just called back home earlier and it feels nice talking to my mom and listening to her tell me stuff bout back home. and i've gotten closer to my dad a few years back and i miss having chats with him and my mom in Dome.

anyway, my brother just got back and told me "eh, i watched star wars already". the 12am movie! (it was all full too and he told me there was this girl who dressed as padme. lol!) and he was telling me bout how good the movie was after i've just watched the trailer for it. and u know how trailers make u wanna watch the movie. he was enjoying the movie on wide screen when i was here at home, watching 2.30 minutes of the movie in a small window on my monitor. but i'm on broadband so at least it was clear and not laggy. and guess where he watched it? Jam Factory! and he had dinner at kanpai (he had teppanyaki beef with garlic cream sauce! *drools*) and after the movie, hot chocolate at chapelli's. i miss hanging out in south yarra.

i guess star wars 3 will be on for a few months, so i can still catch it after my exams. oh, i watched the harry potter trailer too... and emma watson looks good now... still cute too ;) and there's this other movie called "Saving face" which looks quite good. it's about (taken from yahoo! movies) a chinese american lesbian and her mother who are both reluctant to go public with their secret loves that clashes against cultural expectations. Joan Chen who plays the mother in the movie directed Autumn in New York too. okay...um.. for anyone who's interested u can check it out at http://www.sonyclassics.com/savingface/main.html
hope i didn't bore anyone.

A rabbit was hopping through the forest when he came upon a giraffe rolling a joint. The rabbit said, "Giraffe, don't do drugs. Come, run with me through the forest." The giraffe looked at the rabbit, then at the joint. He dropped the joint and ran off with the rabbit. They came upon an elephant snorting cocaine. The Rabbit said, "Elephant, don't do drugs. Come, run with us through the forest." The elephant looked at his razor blade, mirror and lines. He then tossed them away and began running with the rabbit and giraffe. The three animals then came across a lion about to shoot up. The Rabbit said, "Lion, don't do drugs. Come, run with us through the forest."

The lion looked at the rabbit and then at the needle. He put down the needle and started to beat up the rabbit. Horrified, the giraffe and elephant asked, "Lion, why are you doing this? He was trying to help you." The lion answered, "This little f*cker? He makes me run around the forest like a f*cking idiot every time he's on ecstasy."

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hilarious. but after i laughed like a loon, i was caught up in an undercurrent - so razors and mirrors mean cocaine, i had no idea! after how many years of metallica lyrics... in "master of puppets" is a good line: chop your breakfast on a mirror. i just liked it becoz it sounded cool and surreal and sick. i have seen a tamer version though, which was ketamine on a cd. must be something to do with reflections. so now i know. now u know.

(sure master of puppets is obviously about drugs, but the specifics... guess it's just m'sia, where we've been so shielded. blinkers slapped on before we could think. we were just brought up to know drugs were bad, without even an idea what they looked like. remember those "katakan tidak!" ads? were they useless shit or were they like 2nd level censorship?)

whilst on the topic of censorship... i remember watching terminator, back in the days of the laserdisc. it was at my uncle's place in s'pore, where censorship was and is relatively low. mom & dad were in the kitchen, and linda hamilton went into action (god... nice) and i quickly picked up the ld sleeve. just in case they came out and caught me with her, i was to pretend to 'coincidentally' miss the scene becoz i was reading fine print and redeem my kiddy guilt. guess i've come quite a way since, but i think back and go - Fuck! Self-censorship! is there anything more twisted? apparently there is.

whilst on the topic of good lines... glorifying censorship is two steps away from burning book piles - pinched from an imdb forum (beware spoilers) - regarding "irreversible", featuring stunner monica bellucci. i'm strongly against film censors, as with all m'sians, but i wouldn't urge everyone to watch it either. just be careful, it's Not nice, but it's Good. anyway, the more-twisted thing is somewhere in those posts (in between discourses into hitler and pedophilia and fascism, And videogames!)... that many found the sex disturbing - bellucci is raped at knifepoint, then anally - but accepted the violence! - cassell butts a fire extinguisher into some guy's face. with some Sickening sfx, i might add. and someone raised the question:

that between sex and violence, which is the more natural?

makes u think, doesn't it? are we just twisting our own minds further? complicating an actually simple issue with political jargon? though i truly second that censorship follows fascist thought. then again, the one who started that imdb thread was a parent, which i'm not. where do we find the balance between safe-for-kids and artists' expression? to whom do we entrust this judgement? and with all these arguments, the theme of the film itself is yet to be addressed - time - time destoys everything. maybe becoz that is something certainly out of man's control, that we amuse ourselves fighting over waht we can?

know what, i better go before i confuse myself. let's have another good line... since gus and luke were pro-random:

nothing kills conversation like a lavender lightsaber. go figure, but u just might never. =p

who'd say no, or have the guts to, faced with jill? i foolishly declined, only to feel the circumstances bearing down like that mothership in id4. see, it all adds up in week 11 (...hey! that's today) to one Big fuck. which from jill, even just once, is not a very nice prospect, becoz she's a wrinkled hag who smiles like a witch and in the folds of that ancient anaemic face, her eyes' light betray the big bad wolf within the sheep, er, hag's skin. this combination is the visual equivalent of "come to momma, let me eat u, come..."

not a chance in nine hells. i mean, she's not exactly shelley. but anyway, heard bruce will be in charge of the quickies, which should be that much better. i don't fancy fucking bruce but i pick him over jill anyday. what'd be bad would be the Both of them in a geriatric gangbang. (...) i tell u guys, advertising fucks with your head.

just yesterday, we had these ex-students come in to talk about folios and getting jobs and keeping jobs and come to think of it, that's what all those guest speakers talk about. one small mellow writer and his jock of an art director - big chest and shoulders and stubble and leather jacket, the works. totally incompatible but they need each other, according to jackie, in her c'est la vie tone. anyway right, these guys. i don't disagree with them, don't blame them for being realists, and most certainly can't blame them for being creative (And confident enough of it). and it's not like we're not aware of the fact, that:

"a degree is irrelevant."

boy. succinct. luke must be a good writer. four well-placed words, and all my mother believed in is dust. this statement dispels blatantly all the illusions she passed on to me in those family stories by the oral tradition, which feature the see pang bor (square hat), symbol of one's triumph in the ivory towers. so these words resound like four gunshots through the reel that is what i was brought up to believe, tearing through the frames, rendering it forever cracked. your time in uni is Useless!

when i told mdm lee i was going into art after spm, she immediately uttered the godforsaken words "sayang". she made it sound like a waste of my genius, but now i think it's the waste of every ringgit dear mom and dad spent in sri kl, when all i'd take out of it were my writing and drawing (and i'd learnt next to bollocks of drawing in sri kl...)

there: now that my foundations are as smoke, i'm to sell people abstract ideas, as much as smoke as well, and i'm gonna con them sad buggers for a way loftier salary than i deserve, to pay for all those wasted ringgit for which i studied calculus and kimia and everything in between. somebody has to pay. that's the way of the world, just like how we, as sad buggers too funded a swimming pool that never became ours. ok, enough bout that swimming pool, but remind me to pee in it eleven times when i'm back. once for every year.

am i me? the same jook who once worked at a pool? just a demo how advertising fucks with your head.

for nearly a week and i think i'm beginning to like this life. hard work straight through with no time to daydream. kinda like working life, except there u sell your waking days to the yoke of mindless monotony. too much free time gives u too much to think about. but your mind does wander at times, and... that's where blogs come in? is that it?

before i lose u, let me share some interesting, if redundant knowledge. d'u know lizards communicate by doing push ups? (liddle fact #104, under the cap of a spring valley juice.) oh, and how do u know frogs are hokkien? when it's cold they say kwah, kwah, kwah. how do hokkien prawns laugh? hae hae hae. how do hokkien fish laugh? hoo hoo hoo.

that kills me. oh, i finished catcher out of the 3 books i started... couldn't take anymore =p so never started 8 ago. blagh. and next to finish was alibrandi, but the gemmell one is hanging somewhere. think i'll start vernon g little anyway, good comic. but seems ludlum writes good dialogue.

ok, to explain my one-nighters, i've done 2 presentations and a major assignment. And, pending, is this 3-week dreamweaver assignment i'm gonna finish in 3 days... missed all the 'progressive' stages, so sweet shelley will do me a big favour and scrape me through. u know, yesterday i went to show her how the website was coming along, it made her smile and i just felt so good.

i've also worked out a rough summary for my habitual sloth in regard to uniwork:
first, let jook = no stress.
if no stress = no work done.
if got stress, i'm unfamiliar with the attribute therefore = no work done.
after stress (viz. lastlast minute or overdue liao), then can get some work done.

and as to why i take so long to complete them, it's becoz it's hard to find endings. it's like in writing a story... u just get carried away and draaaaag shit out. it's like in this entry... i don't wanna drag, but how to end it from here?

i'll just say, moral of today is heed bruce lee, know and do. gtget cracking on that dreamweaver.