i’m sure.

alwyn. says:
oh u noe.. i think google was hacked today

alwyn. says:
sometime in the morning

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
where did u hear that?

alwyn. says:
cos when wangrui and i were in the lab we were surfing google..

alwyn. says:
and like, all the stuff were changed to sound really stupid

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
like?

alwyn. says:
like i’m feeling lucky became “i’m feewwing wucky”

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
..

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
..

alwyn. (: says:
and about google became like about googwe

alwyn. says:
and behind their legal disclaimer someone added “that screwwy wabbit!”

alwyn. says:
hahaha..

:: tia :: [4o4′o5…says:
something like this..?

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
http://www.google.com/intl/xx-elmer/

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
-.-

alwyn. says:
oh yah

alwyn. says:
but i was using google.com

alwyn. says:
how come it redirects there

alwyn. says:
omg i suck haha

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
it can be set..

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
oh my god

alwyn. says:
i saw that before!

:: tia :: [4o4′o5…says:
alwyn, u’re like..

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
damn weird

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
like SUPER weird

alwyn. says:
no no!

alwyn. says:
i’m just wols

alwyn. says:
why weird? i might not know about google in elmer lang what..

alwyn. says:
haha ok shit im embarrassed

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
..

:: tia :: [4o4′o5…says:
u know

:: tia :: [4o4′o5…says:
cuz i’ve showed it to u before

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
and u told wangrui it was hacked too.

alwyn. says:
and she thought so too haha

:: tia :: [4o4′o5… says:
..

:: tia :: [4o4′o5…says:
omg..

alwyn. says:
oh no!! so malu.

not to give any hackers any weird ideas, but i don’t think they would change it to elmer fudd. so unprofessional, you know. plus some people will think that google was hacked, even without it being really hacked.

oh wells.

flock and fly

i don’t understand. i really don’t understand.

why are things so complicated now?

back in rgs, i had wy – my sister, and js – one of my closest friends.

even though wy was in a different class from js and i,

it seemed easy.

i can bring the 2 of them together.

we could hang out together,

the three of us.

things were so easy.

now js is in wy’s class,

they are great with each other.

…

but why are things so different now?

why can’t i bring the two of you together?

why must one “disappear for a few days”,

so that one doesn’t feel guilty for hurting the other person?

why must one “leave earlier”,

just cause the other is already there?

i don’t understand.

is it really such a waste of time?

am i just making things worse?

it seems as if one can never treat 2 people equally.

i’m becoming increasingy convinced that reciprocation is really important.

i just feel like going away.

maybe everyone will be happier if i’m not here.

then you all don’t have to think about how i feel.

or do you all even care in the first place?

am i expecting too much from friendships that i don’t put effort in?

but it’s not like i don’t.

i think that both of you are important.

…

i don’t understand.

i really don’t.

into your pocket?

on a side note, my godbrother said something today.

“for a man, the most important thing is to earn money. if you have money, you can have all the girls you want.”

i know it’s very common, but i really wonder about the truth of the statement.

what is the point of such a relationship then?

why would a guy want to earn a lot of money to get girls?

i mean, it’s pretty obvious that they’re here for the money, no?

…

i really wonder.

let the ideas take over

how much do we want to know?

which aspects of knowledge do we want to know and vice versa?

hm. mrs leong said never to do a introduction by bombarding rhetorical questions, but since i’m not writing an essay, i don’t really care. but anyway, i was talking to my brother about the truman show today, cause he just watched it. (as recommended by me!) not very deep and philosophical discussion though, cause i think it’s actually quite weird to discuss philosophical stuff with your family members. i don’t know the reason for that, so don’t ask me why.

but it was enough to get me thinking again about something i just chucked to the back of my mind after a bit of thinking. i think it was kind of related to the truman show too. yeah.

is freedom of the mind that important to us? would it be a good thing to know that we are actually not in control of our own lives? does this scenario actually follow “ignorance is bliss”?

i think we have come to the conclusion many times that we’re actually better off not knowing in certain aspects, such as like, whether your closest friend treats you as his/her closest friend, uh, can’t think of more examples now. i think xinyang blogged about the one like when you have an interest in someone or something, should you go further to find out. i think the conclusion was like, it’s best to remain the same way.

yeah, but why do we seem to be then obsessed with finding out the answer to whether we are actually “no roses, no stems, no thorns” (?) “just brains in a vat” or whatever. is this like, one certain part of knowledge where we would actually be better off knowing? this is hypothetical, cause it seems like we’re never find that answer.

and if we know, what comes after that? will we try to escape? would we want to work towards real freedom?

in the truman show, truman actually chose to leave the artificial world that he was living in, even though he might actually be subjected to more pain and suffering. balance between freedom and hedonism? haha. but anyway, i asked my brother, and he said he’ll want to leave, so that he knows that he does have control over his life and his decisions. and i think that’s true for many people, because if not, why the insistence on freedom?

hm. yeah, so would we? would i want to know, and would i want to leave?

i guess it could also be a comfort zone thing.

but right now, i haven’t really come to a decision.

more like, i can’t face the truth of my decision, whatever that might be.

see, ignorance is bliss.

flip by the ears

i noticed that i’ve been getting angry easily this few days. some of them are justified i think, but others maybe not. i don’t really know how to differenciate between them though. not that it matters anyway, especially since i feel the same way. and it’s not like if i know that it’s not justified, my “anger” would be dissipated. so yeah.

when people make comments about me, negative ones especially, i take them well. but this only happens if i’m absolutely sure that the person knows at least, 70% of what i’m like? (i don’t think anyone would actually know 100% of what i am, that’s hoping too much. anyway, why would anyone want to do that?)

so when someone who i don’t know makes a comment about me just cause i was acting in a certain way, i think i actually respond quite drastically. it hurts i think, for someone to think of me that way. but then again, i don’t know why it matters to me, since i don’t even know that person. why should i bother about how someone irrelevant to me think about how i’m like?

maybe it’s just that i feel misunderstood.

i really want to say, “i don’t care!” why the heck should i care whether that person thinks about me? okay, yes i just repeated my point. but i can’t. i just can’t. i do care, i do care about impressions and such.

or maybe, it’s just that it’s that one person who everyone thinks is weird.

and if that person thinks i suck,

that’s like even worse.

if you put it mathematically,

i should be “everyone + that person”’s definition of weirdness or stuff.

uh right. but i won’t regret acting the way i did though. cause i was really excited to see js and wy. as in, really. it’s almost like i haven’t met them in a century. sigh.

somehow, i just wish we’re back in rg.

when things aren’t so complicated.

when i don’t get angry that often.

when i don’t get misunderstood.

i just wish,

you didn’t say what you said.

i just wish,

you didn’t do what you did.

but as the word says, “wish”.

others may think of me in such a way,

but i wished that you hadn’t.

but as the word says, “wish”.

z535n’s 2eyb6ard s*ea2.

5 w62e 4* th5s 06rn5ng, and 5 rea35sed that s60eth5ng was grave3y wr6ng.

c4z when 5 sw5tched 6n 0y 3a*t6*,

5 rea35sed that 0y 2eyb6ard was n6 36nger w6r25ng the way 5t 4s4a33y sh643d.

5t’s 352e, a new vers56n!

z535n’s 2eyb6ard s*ea2!

fran23y s*ea25ng, 5 have n6 5dea what has ha**ened t6 5t.

5t’s 352e a *er0anent sh5ft has been 5n *3ace,

and s60e 6f the 3etters 14st d6n’t sh6w 4*.

h6wever, s60e 6f the0 st533 rea05n the sa0e.

f6r exa0*3e,

hahahahahahahha.

and

yes, that’s fast.

see.

b4t anyway,

5 d6n’t 2n6w whether 5 sh643d try re*a5r5ng 0y 2eyb6ard,

ca4se th5s 5s rea33y q45te c663.

s6 far,

60h has sa5d that th5s 5s tax5ng 6n h5s 05nd,

b4t x5nyang th5n2s 5t’s c663 352e h6w 5 th5n2 5t 5s.

he says that 5 sh643d 0a2e s4re 5 d6n’t have any s*e335ng 05sta2es,

6r e3se 5t’33 rea33y be *a5nf43 f6r *e6*3e t6 read.

b4t then aga5n,

5 d6n’t th5n2 5t rea33y 0atters ca4se *e6*3e d6n’t act4a33y read every w6rd.

5t’s a33 c6ntext4a3.

14st g4ess.

and y64′33 f5nd that y64′re n6w 4sed t6 read5ng 0y 2eyb6ard s*ea2 a3ready.

haha.

anyway, 5 a3s6 d5sc6vered that f6r 0e,

5 sh643dn’t say “3aw3″ 5n rea3 35fe any06re,

5 sh643d say s60eth5ng 352e “three-s5x-three”

ca4se that’s rea33y h6w 5t’s ty*ed 64t 4s5ng 0y 2eyb6ard.

363!

h0.

5 w6nder 5f th5s act4a33y *5sses any6ne 6ff.

b4t 5 d6n’t rea33y care,

ca4se 5f y64 d6n’t want t6 2n6w what 5′0 say5ng,

then 14st st6* read5ng!

6h.

and 5 rea35sed 5 can’t 0a2e s053eys any06re!

-/

that’s h6w 5t t4rns 64t.

6h dear.

h6w sad.

the t64ng4e st5c25ng 64t 6ne bec60es

=*

wh5ch has a c60*3et3y d5fferent 0ean5ng.

b4t 5′0 afra5d, when 5 sh4t d6wn 0y 3a*t6*,

a33 th5ngs w533 change bac2 t6 n6r0a3.

5t’s strange h4h+,

h6w we a33 want t6 h63d 6n t6 the aty*5ca3,

and then rea35se that we w533 get t5red 6f 5t.

n6t f6r 0e th64gh,

n6t yet at 3east.

slap you in the face

the class outing today, or should i say yesterday, was really eventful.

not like excitingly eventful, but more like, many things happened.

oh wells. sheesh. i’m really in a very bad shape.

i fell today. (fell down, not fell in love.)

i didn’t only fall once.

i fell twice.

so my classmates got to see me fall ungracefully twice!

and the scrapes on my hands and leg are really quite bad.

really quite scary.

i think the last time i fell while cycling was like, when i was seven? but yes, i admit that i shouldn’t have been doing what i was trying to do, which probably led to my own consequences. sigh. i was trying to make kenneth fall off his bike. obviously he didn’t, and i did. i think it was a really stupid move on my part though. haha!

falling today reminded me about how when i was young, i promised myself that i will not fall down, cause i do not want to go through all that pain. now i think, that’s actually quite a weird promise. i mean, such things are really accidents right? or maybe not. if i was careful and not so playful, i wouldn’t have fell down from the bicycle, and it’s not like i didn’t know what i was doing was dangerous.

as for the second fall, i should not have ran towards my baby cousin. if i just walked, i would not have tripped over the wire! sigh. but honestly, i really didn’t know that running would have caused me to worsen my wounds by so much.

sigh. i think today was really quite a bad day for me, even though i enjoyed having the class outing still (:

i wonder how much one’s principles affect how one feels. how does one decide which to follow, and does it always contradict? i definitely don’t think that the two always contradict, cause one’s principles will have some kind of effect on how one feels, and vice versa as well.

but when they contradict, how should one react to the situation? to me, i think it’s easier to rely on your principles rather than your feelings actually. cause i mean, feelings are such fickle things which makes them easy to change, but principles are kind of more fixed, and once one fixes them, one is obliged in some way to follow them. it’s easier to change your feelings rather than your principles i think.

if not, people will just say that you’re not strong-willed. or not sticking to your principles or something like that. but then again, is it important what others think?

i wouldn’t think so. however, what one thinks (as in, him/herself) is very important. and to know that i did not stick to what i believe in, would be sufficient to cause a certain degree of disappointment in myself.

hm.

i don’t know.

is it even important?

i think most of the times, i just react in whatever way i feel like reacting, and i don’t really bother to think about the differences between my principles and my feelings.

does it mean i rely on my feelings more?

that’s weird.

oh, and i just realised that things that belong to you get stolen, it will almost be virtually impossible to picture or discover what exactly happened when you weren’t looking, like who took it, how, why did he/she take it and so on. i just think it’s quite sad. it lacks somewhat of a finish. or completion.

it is like, no, i will never find out.

equality, not equity

[ohm] says:
i thought u always ate a lot…

omh is so.

dead.

slip past one’s ears

argh. just another instance where i get pissed off over bad service.

i just don’t understand what is so difficult about taking the time and effort to think about how one can serve the customer as well as you. i mean, hello, it’s your job! is it really that difficult to do one’s job to the best of one’s ability?

don’t give me that empathising stuff about how i won’t understand cause i’m not in their shoes and i don’t have to serve people, cause i do understand and i have served many people before.

i don’t know, i just think that it’s only natural to want to do one’s job well, and it doesn’t really take much just to smile, or least take the effort to serve your customer well!

i really cannot imagine why i had to face something like that today.

and it was with my chocolate fudge cake.

no one comes between me and my perfect chocolate fudge cake.

my family (minus my sister) was at cold storage, the only supermarket that sells cheap and delicious chocolate fudge cake. in recent months, it has become increasingly difficult to find these chocolate fudge cake in cold storage, though i don’t know for what reason.

but anyway, there were so few chocolate fudge cakes today in the cold storage that i was in. the ones that were expiring tomorrow were sold at $3.50, and the ones that were expiring the day after tomorrow and beyond were sold at $4.50. i think buying the fudge cakes expiring tomorrow cause it’s at a cheaper price is a bit extreme, especially since it’s already night time for today.

so yeah, my mum said buy the ones at $4.50. and the latest date is like, 14th of March. the worst thing was those chocolate fudge cakes with that date at so dirty, and the fudge is all like smudged over the lid. that is one thing i cannot stand.

my gosh. chocolate fudge cake is nice cause of the chocolate, why the heck would i want chocolate fudge cake with chocolate smudged all over the lid? it’s not like they give a generous amount of chocolate in the first place.

so anyway, i had to spend a long time trying to choose my perfect chocolate fudge cake. but as i’ve said, all of them were pretty pathetic, and i had to settle for the next best thing. i actually stood there for quite some time to choose it!

and the worst thing had to happen.

not only the express queue was damn slow,

the cashier is like, the worst one i can ever imagine to meet.

she took my chocolate fudge cake, shook it infront of the scanner for a least 2 minutes cause she just couldn’t make the scanner scan the barcode. and she refused to give up shaking it! ARGH. the chocolate was like smudging all over the lid! and the worst thing was that after 2 minutes, she dropped the entire cake.

oh great. i thought she might actually give up, and type the barcode into the thing, but no, she didn’t. she just picked the cake up and continued shaking it infront of the scanner. i mean, what’s her problem?!

i was really really really pissed. in fact, i complained very loudly to my brother and my father. what for, i don’t know. i just wanted the cashier to somehow understand that i was getting really pissed.

she didn’t even apologize. she didn’t even seem to react that what i was saying. i expected an apology at least!

after that, she decided to give up and type the barcode numbers into the machine. by then, i was ready to cry already. as in, seriously cry. i was really upset about it.

i don’t know why, but it just made me really upset, cause not only was the chocolate all smudged over the lid, my cake was broken too.

…

sheesh.

my chocolate fudge cake.

i really don’t get it.

is it that difficult to know that one shouldn’t be shaking a cake so vigorously?

oh yeah,

the cashier’s name was lily chan.

ARGH.

you know what, i just realised that i’m really blind.

i have always thought that it was an easy task for me to find out what others think of me, but i realised that maybe it’s not such a simple thing anymore.

people really do hide things,

really pretty well.

i must be blind.

double argh.

lending and borrowing

ul·u·late (ly-lt, yl-)
intr.v. ul·u·lat·ed, ul·u·lat·ing, ul·u·lates
To howl, wail, or lament loudly.
source:

The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

hahahaha!

i just saw this on the google page today.

it just reminded me of the word “ulu”.

as in, this place is so deserted. “ulu”.

or, out of the way, if you want.

like, “wah, this place very ulu leh! must travel so far then can reach.”

then it became…

“aiz, why you live here one. this place is so uluated la.”

which is almost completely the same as the past tense of ululate,

“ululated”.

gosh.