Logicless Logic

crocked leg

my shin has a char siew bao on it. because some cheebye fucker whacked it so fucking hard. and now even my calf and ankles hurt. i wonder why?

posted by justin @ 5:42 PM 0 Comments

gp in english. if not what language?

I'd say todays GP paper is like any normal GP paper. Meaning I have no clue about what is going on and my brain migrates to my fingers while up there is an empty shell hoping for the best. Actually no. I do have some idea of what I'm talking about. Today's compre is about memories. Memories is very interesting and I shall blog about it in a time where I do not have Lit Paper 1 in a few hours time which I have studied only I dunno how little of. Maybe 1000000 hours only. Maybe the hours should be changed to microseconds. Memories also sound like mammaries but let's not go there. I am pure and naive like Jose's team.

justin.

posted by justin @ 12:36 AM 0 Comments

mayday in english.

Ashin on the smaller things in life[after my translation]:

Every small thing in life is like a footstep. One footstep makes an insignificant sound. But ten footsteps, a hundred footsteps, hundreds of thousands of footsteps. They make a sound that shudders the Earth.

posted by justin @ 12:07 PM 0 Comments

hmm

Honestly, I don't believe I have felt this nervous before an exam. Not the O Levels, not the mid-years. Not anything. And the ironic thing is that I have prepared more for this exam than any other. Not that I have prepared alot for the others.

Perhaps therein lies the essence of my nerve. The more I study, the more I realise I don't know. Et cetera. Oh well. Here goes.

justin.

posted by justin @ 9:22 PM 0 Comments

Newspaper article of the Day

'A Chinese woman has told how robbers snatched a parcel of dog poo wrapped in newspaper out of her hand outside a bank. Mrs Chen, of Laohekou city, was waiting in the bank to withdraw money when nature suddenly called for her dog. "While I was waiting in the queue, my dog had to poo. So I asked for several pieces of newspaper to wrap the poo," she said. After wrapping it, Chen left the bank, and was waiting to cross the street to throw the parcel into a rubbish bin when the robber struck. "A motorcycle stopped swiftly before me, the man on the rear seat seized the package from me, and they sped away," she said. Police are investigating the case' - Chutian City Papers.

posted by justin @ 12:40 AM 0 Comments

Quote of the Day.

"I think I have a naive team. They are naive because they are pure and they are clean. We don't have divers, we don't have violent people, we don't have people with nasty tackles or people diving into the swimming pool. Chelsea are a pure and naive team" - Jose Mourinho.

yea right.

posted by justin @ 12:31 AM 0 Comments

phlegmatic panorama.

This is not only zhen yu's blog but also what is happening to me right now. I am spitting phlegm ranging from colours green to yellow-green to yellow. In the sink of course. Right now I feel as if I have an eternal gurgling blob stuck at the bottom of my throat. Which I have to burst into a coughing fit to get out. I do not like the feeling. I want to invent a throat vaccuum cleaner. It would be the greatest joy for me to have 1 right now.

justin.

posted by justin @ 3:51 PM 0 Comments

a little social commentary again.

It's about my brother and his little friends. I guess this will be one of the entries that I will look into adding into my new literary project(read: I dunno what but I must make myself look cool and intellectual). Anyway my brother being the social animal he is-- at least I think-- has no shortage of friends, some of which I know and some of which I have to know because they are MY friends but he knows almost all of them and therefore they could be his friends though technically they are still my friends. So anyway onto the subject.

My brother makes friends much more easily than I, because unknown to many, I have a shy side of me I hide quite well. I do not open up easily to new people but I am friendly enough(I hope) not to come across as an arrogant prick. Therefore, unlike my little social animal brother, I have a tight group of friends(I hope but am quite confident that I do not need to but I hope anyway just in case) enough to be counted with my fingers and toes, maybe less. And I am still digressing!

Recently however, one of my brothers closer friends "betrayed" him and pissed my brother off majorly. He is 13 and my brother 14 so I would technically label it under childish quarreling. But my little brother seemed serious about it this time. He went about deleting that kid in question's number from his handphone and stuff. I was like wow. Despite my brother being an irritating little tit at times, I still love him like all elder brothers love their little brothers(I hope all elder brothers love their little brothers.) because theres nothing like brotherly love. Some people claim brotherhood with anyone except their own blood brother. Some sibling rivalry huh? So anyway, I asked him what happened.

So it turned out this 13 year old China boy who is my neighbour and whom I know and my brother has known for the past what 5-6 years, is a serial liar. According to my brother, he lies about everything, from the reasons which my brother cannot go to his house to how he hasn't been secretly training and gaining levels for the silly internet game known as "Audition". And recently, my brother "caught him in the act". He went to have my brothers friend over at his place and refused my brother entry. This is an outright rejection, which of course my brother would not have taken too well to. If it had been me when I was 14, that kid might have earnt himself a bloody nose or a kick in the balls or something. No actually I wouldn't have resorted to violent measures. But that kid would have been locked out of my friends circle forever. No chance of ever coming back in. But he wouldn't have made it in my friends circle anyway. I do not take too well to little China boys who have girlfriends at primary 6 and play games like "Maple Story" and "Audition".

Then I thought about myself. I had friends whom I have known for a long time. My neighbour friends whom I have known since 9 or 10, playing football. And we still play football up till this day. Secondary schoolmates, several of which closer than others. However, despite my cautious way of making friends, I realise that I am not immune to this nonsense as well. I have had my fair share of shitty friends. And that maybe I need to let my brother learn from his experience. Furthermore, he is still at the age where I have just began making my really good friends. I think.

But what I think is that perhaps, computer gaming age kids would have more difficulty making good friends. Why? I shall explore this another time because my brother is begging me for the com and I find my empathy for him quickly diminishing. But I shall lend it to him because he is my brother.

justin.

posted by justin @ 2:30 PM 0 Comments

poetry is not my thing.

so i am not going to post any here. no ironic poem about how poetry is not my thing. it just isn't.

justin.

posted by justin @ 9:22 PM 0 Comments

Pain in the neck.

Do you have it? I do. Literally. My neck hurts.

posted by justin @ 4:04 PM 0 Comments

Happy National Day.

ok nothing to say. nothing related to this title. another title for another post.

justin.

posted by justin @ 2:53 PM 0 Comments

A Day in The Life Of...

John pushed open the doors of the gym, decked out in his full gym gear. A sports towel wrapped stylishly -or so he thought- around his neck, cotton t-shirt, sports shorts, half-finger gloves and white Nike's...

It had been a stressful day in school. The stupid Physics teacher had insisted that he do his tutorials. How dumb was that? Who the fuck does his tutorials nowadays? The Math's teacher ticked him off in class for sleeping. He made a smart comment. It was the teacher's fault anyway. Her lessons were so boring. She couldn't blame him for falling asleep. Time to let off some steam in the gym.

...The gym was rather crowded, though noone in the crowd seemed to be "his type" of people. There was not a single hot girl for him to lay his eyes upon. Well, what could one expect from the school gym? The world was not good enough right now. He had so much responsibility on his shoulders. His mother had made it clear that he could not have a pocket money raise. $80 a week was barely enough. And his parents expected him to pass 2 subjects at least. Pass TWO? They had to be out of their minds. Did they have any idea how difficult it was?

John went to the gym's PA system and plugged in his i-pod video. It was the 20gb version because they did not give him enough to buy the 40gb one. He scrolled down to one of his favourite songs. He strode confidently to the bench press. 15kg...

I tear myself open
I sew myself shut
I........

John nearly dropped his weights on the floor. Who the fuck did that? At the middle of his favourite song at that. He was generous enough to share his lovely music with everyone and someone had the cheek to just shut it off. The music was not just music. It's a lifestyle. It's an attitude. He strode towards the PA system. All eyes on me. He liked that. It made him feel big, cool. Like his music.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fat kid carrying his backpack leaving the gym. It had to be him. He had seen him near the PA system from the mirror. He made up his mind to pursue that fatty and confront him. Then he changed it. He thought back to barely two years ago, how he was shamed, in a similar situation. His faced quickly turned a bright pink. He tried to put on his confident front, switched on his i-pod again. At least that fat kid was gone. The world is a better place. He walked back to the bench press station. The background roared...

I tear myself open
I sew myself shut...

posted by justin @ 8:21 PM 0 Comments

Submission

Beads of sweat trickled down my face. I felt an adrenaline rush I never felt before. But this is normal isn't it? After all, this was my first time doing such a thing. I tried to shut unnecessary thoughts out of my head but it seemed like an impossible task. Just like in Mission Impossible when Tom Cruise what the... how the hell did I even get to Mission Impossible? I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on my task at hand. Failure is not an option. Failure could jeopardise my safety, even my life. I closed my eyes again because while thinking, I somehow opened them without my own knowledge. I tried to focus. Again.

Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

I went deeper into the task, submerging myself within it. I had to succeed. Just at that moment, my target appeared. If there ever was a time for submission... it was now. I took a deep breath, flicked open the cover of the joystick and looked into the sights. I was approaching it at high speed. Now or never. I pushed the button.

"Good job."

He opened the chest and inside, the solid gold shone like the sun. The sub had dangerously low oxygen levels by the time I reached the depth where the chest was. I had to move fast before I ran out of air and out of luck. Fortunately, neither happened. The air tank ran out just moments before I surfaced.

"Here's your share. US$10 million"

Submission going up up
Pulling me up submission
I can't believe my luck

posted by justin @ 10:45 PM 0 Comments

space is limited.

therefore i shall write just this short line for todays entry just for the sake of updating.

On 2nd thoughts, nah. I am going to write about how space is limited in every sense. For example in the brain. There's only so much space for Geog, Maths, Econs and Lit when your brain needs some free space for other things like I don't know what but you need it anyway.

Space is also especially limited when you have a fat friend like me, who happens to take up more space than an average human being. Therefore, it is better not to befriend me. So that there is more space for the things that I don't know what but is necessary.

Why am I rambling incoherently? I don't know. I think I am going mad. I hope I don't sound emo because I am really not. I am just taking a brain dump because I am quite tired and I have no energy to process my thoughts(if whats here can be thought as thoughts). Of course even incoherent thoughts are thoughts. They are just not as well thought out.

I want to paste $1 on the ground near the vending machine. Someone please do it with me. RONALD!!!!

ok I am wasting space bye.

justin.

posted by justin @ 9:19 PM 0 Comments