Baby I swear it’s Déjà vu

Note : This entry was supposed to be published yesterday but I was so tired I fell asleep, so let me just keep everything as “Saturday” to avoid confusion.

Freaky Saturday I swear. I had two unusual experiences today. Any experts in this field or anyone who wants to give an explanation can just leave me a comment.

Experience 1

The night before BNCOC, I was frantically ransacking the house looking for my ear piece, as you might have guessed, there was not even a trace of it. Grudgingly and grumpily, I trotted to bed trying to get whatever time I have left to grab some rest.

Suddenly there was this rectangular block of “TV” showing me scenes like what you would see if you walk with a video camera placed in front of you, “it” lead me several times around the house before it zoomed into my parent’s bedroom.

“It” then further zoomed in to the cabinet surface, I saw every detail so clearly including the rough shape of how the wires were tangled up, and the things around like the blue CD cover as well as one of my mom’s hair band. The “screen” remained there for moments before the dream stopped (anyone realize that that dreams have no endings? they just stop so abruptly.)

The next morning before I started looking around for everything I needed for BNCO, I went over to my parent’s bedroom and found the earpiece exactly where it was in the dream! I know there maybe some sought of scientific explanation for this, but hell, my dream went hunting for the ear piece around the house, and found it! It is as though the dream had a mind of it’s own. Is that crazy or what?! I was close to taking a dump in my pants.

My mind was literally blown away after that to the extent that I spent 20 minutes looking for something that was in my hand all along, but I got over it after a while knowing that I’ll soon be late if I do not get my fat ass moving.

Experience 2

Falling in at Xinmin Secondary’s parade square,many parts seemed so strangely familiar, like I had been through a replica of the scene even though I was dead sure that it was the first time. Due to the loss of answer to that first scene, I strongly believe that it was what people term “Déjà vu”.

Sometimes during that day, the “Déjà vu” feeling got so strong, I would hear/know what a particular person was saying before he/she actually spout duplications of the sentences down to the very last word.

Despite the strong sense of familiarity, it was grueling to pinpoint when the”Déjà vu” scene occurred. It was as if  the experience happened in the past, everything felt so bona fide yet peculiarly imperceptible.

There was one time when I was being a bit of a psychic, I predicted what was in the lunch boxes, but nonetheless, kept it to myself to save the trouble of explaining to anyone if they asked.

This “Déjà vu” thing did not bother me so much because I knew that it is normal until I was taken down the memory lane of that day. Having what I would call “My Dream that has a mind” for now until I find a better term for it and “Déjà vu” both on the same day seems to be freaky, weird, perplexing, absurd, mysterious, indecipherable and queerly extraordinary.

I heard “Déjà vu” has many different kinds, maybe somebody can tell me if what I went through is correctly classified under “Déjà vu” or not.

Let me just wait for some replies/comments on the topic even though I am positive that I will be ignored big time. I also am pretty sure that I am IN             SANE  state and not losing my mind anytime soon, I left the palpable spacing between “in” and “sane” just incase you are being a bit of an idiot while reading this and construe it as “INSANE”

In the meantime, I’m still gathering photographs from my Perak trip. This entry will be all till then I guess.

auf Wiedersehen!

In the making…

I’ve been away for long, I’ll have my “Travel Diary – Destination Perak” really soon, PLUS! photos etc. from chalet on Monday and a few events that took place/will be taking place during my rather boring holiday life.

By the way, my gut feeling tells me that BNCOC 2009 is going to be  fierce.

Now, it is time for me to feel tired and repair myself for new damages to be done.

I Hate…

I hate indecisiveness.
I hate ignorance.
I hate incompetence.
I hate stupidity.
I hate stupid people.
I hate frustration.
I hate frustrated people.
I hate anger.
I hate angry people.
I hate people with negativity.
I hate on my favourite people every now and then, so much that I would love to destroy them.

 

Period.

Silent Reverie

Have you ever wondered if you died suddenly…

How many people would miss your presence?

How many lives will change because of your absence ?

How many will mourn over your death?

How many would TRULY* be affected forever by your departure?

How many would go to great lengths, just to see you again?

*I mean truly as how your parents would be affected.

Now excuse me while I do some bedsheets.

Ugly

Singapore, are you serious?

Seriously, you are serious?

Ugly? Scandalous? A little maybe.

(Picture depicts majority/minority of Singapore who stoop to class-less Ris Low jokes)
Ugly? Yes, goddamn ugly.

Yeah yeah, go ahead and say that Ris Low would disgrace Singapore in the pageant. Hmmmm… It is almost impossible for a Singaporean beauty queen to get to the question and answer round, in fact, I think it has never happened ( I may be wrong, correct me)

Preach about how Ris Low is a poor representation of Singapore, think again. Singaporeans are now the worst representations of Singapore herself with the boomz and prings things going on on Youtube. (Youtube is a world wide web and can be accessed by anyone if you do not know that) Anyone from the other half of the globe can read the comments and soon deduce that the whole of Singapore cannot speak/type proper English with that this whole Ris Low saga is not intercontinental and hence most likely to be uploaded and viewed by the locals.

The comments, especially the comments truly show how some people do not know their grammar and spelling.

In need of some evidence?

If I were to move down the list, this blog entry would be loooooong. HAHAHA. Slamming Ris Low for bad English, when you guys did not pay attention during English lessons in school.

“BOOMZ” is nothing new actually. Give it to most Singaporeans for being ignorant. The expression “BOOMZ’ is frequently used in comics and books.

Even New Urban Male is coming up with whatever rubbish event that is. Eventually, everyone would start using the term “BOOMZ” and all Singaporeans would be as dumb as you think Ris Low was using the term.

Sweet Dreams?

It’s a couple more days to my exams, but I thought I’d share this with you guys. I had a really weird dream last night, two actually, but the other one needs no further elaboration ( thanks mandy…)

Scene 1
I was at the lift lobby with my grandfather and sister when all of a sudden they pushed me into the lift alone, so I thought that I would go down to the first floor first. I saw this piece of horse shoe shaped skeleton or something, it has almost razor sharp teeth so I naturally assumed that it is the upper jaw of a dinosaur. Being a little bit of an eccentric retard, I moved the bone until it rested on it’s side and started stomping on it until a chunk of it fell out and slashed a cut on my forehead (third eye?).

Scene 2
I was bleeding like mad in the lift, and I realised that after what seemed eternity, the lift only descended a level, from 10th to 9th. Then, it opened, and so I thought maybe I would get out to scream for help just in case I die a bloody death.  Ah hah! There was a slightly plump looking old lady whom I grabbed on dearly for her to call for help and save my life but in turn, she turned the tables and grabbed me real tight and asked me for 300 million in mandarin, it was like  - 三百万, 给我三百万! 三百万!!!!!

I had to sort of wrestle her off and damn she was strong. She finally shoved me back into the lift, so hard that my head hit against one of the platforms and blood spurted out from my “bone-slashed-open-third-eye”, flew across an abnormal 8 feet or so and took landing on her. She melted instantaneously(?!?what the!?!).

Scene 3
I closed the lift door and punched level one repeatedly until something popped out again and injured me but I have no idea where because there was no wound. Suddenly the doors flew open with abnormal speed, and there was this bunch of “angelic” looking creatures you call babies, the jumped on me, pinned me down and started biting me with their toothless mouths. I could literally feel the gums just sliding off my skin despite them trying to just bit hold of something.

I found a few metal pipes(dubious objects, I do not know what they were either, but it was metal) and started hacking my way through the army of babies. People do not usually hear sounds when they dream, but I did for this one, I heard the metal thingys squishing through flesh, the ever so annoying cries (and something was laughing maniacally, it was not the evil laugh, but the real kind of laugh caused by something funny). One more thing, an eyeball was thrown up in the air, right in front of my face, fell back on to the ground and then smashed into goo. Somehow after killing all of those creatures, I was already in the lift lobby.

Scene 4
Smarter this time, I decided to take the stairs. DANG! after the babies were gone, now comes the baby dinosaurs. Heck knows why I still ran down the stairs with the small dinos still chasing me one after the other, I saw a guy at the end of the flight of stairs (either Nigel or Yuwah, can’t remember clearly), then I heard that same laughter again, so I guessed that either one of them was behind this. Hence…. I punched him in the knee(of all places…), this would not happen in reality but it did in my dream, the whole knee twisted the other way round! The bugger was still laughing.

Scene 5
I had the terrible urge to go to the toilet, I woke up went to the toilet, back to sleep, up comes the next dream.(which is as terrible as this one)
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I can remember my dreams quite well. Maybe there will be a part 2 to this for the other dream, but exams first!

I know my dream sounds ridiculously unbelievable, but it’s a dream!

Till then,
Bye.

Extract : “8 Ways To Ease Your Worries”

Out of the 8 :

5. Decide not to worry. Studies have found that some people worry 10 times more than other people do, although their life circumstances may not be much different from those of people who hardly worry at all. Not surprisingly, the champion worriers were more likely to report being unhappy than those who worried less. Some people are predisposed to worry more than others, says Boston College psychologist Maya Tamir, PhD, but we do have some control over it, meaning we can choose whether to worry or not. Deciding not to worry is not the same as pretending everything is fine. By all means, be practical. But once you’ve made a plan for “what if I get laid off,” don’t continue to fret about it in your head or talk about it to others, advises Dr. Lyubomirsky.

6. This goes for dwelling, too. Dwelling, or replaying a stressful event over and over in your head, can keep you stuck. Dr. Lyubomirsky has documented the negative effects of dwelling. Psychologists call this rumination, and there are tricks to stopping it, she says. One is to see whether you have any worry triggers and to distract yourself when you begin to ruminate.

Try different tactics until you can turn off worry the way you change a TV channel. Solitary exercise may not help unless you work out so hard you don’t think about other things. “I used to go for a run when I found myself ruminating,” reports Dr. Lyubomirsky. “Well, running made me do it more!” Good bets: reading to a child or watching a funny movie.

Another trick she finds effective: Make a worry appointment with yourself. Plan to worry from 9 to 9:30 a.m., for example, and if you find you’re worrying at any other time during the day, tell yourself to put it on hold. Silly, maybe—but it works, Dr. Lyubomirsky says.

Xinpeng, you need to read this.

Source.

Call It Idiosyncrasy

I derive joy from my own ways like….

1. Listening to happy but semi-bimbotic songs about two falling in love. Think “The Corrs”.

2. Reading comedy romance books/books about hopeless romantics that require zero neurons to read. They make me feel so smart .

3. Reading Roald Dahl/Charles Dickens and writers alike. The illustrations gives the extra punch. Reading them makes me feel so peaceful and suddenly everything around starts spell tranquility. Not to mention that it is the root of my quirkiness and it makes me do retarded things. Refer to point number 5

4. Buying toiletries. Shaving foam, Shampoo, all sorts of disgusting creamy mixtures, you name it. Call it a waste of money, but I don’t usually use it after I buy it. Everything goes into the cabinet and stays there.

5. Aside from those in the cabinet, I like to dump a little of everything in the washroom into a basin, mix them up, toss them around. The whole focus of this is to see if it would explode but sadly, nothing I’ve tried seems to have a reaction like what happened in Roald Dahl’s “George’s Marvellous Medicine”

6. Laughing at people’s mistakes and misery occasionally.

7. Correcting people’s grammar. Nit picking on their vocabulary and spelling. It makes me feel smart X 2

8.  Lying on the floor instead on the bed.

9. Stick my fingers into holes(bottles,jars,dark openings and alike) it sounds crude but serious! often gets stuck.

10. When I am being disgustingly sadistic to do things like pull out Barbie’s head, kill my sims, or to crush up an insect I caught in a piece of tissue paper, but also to make sure than it is nothing more than dead. The green shit and spurts out after it’s been crushed is damn gross. Nope, I don’t wish to be a sadistic serial killer when I grow up.

11. When I successfully publish a post in one draft, this is the 7th time I’m revisiting this page to continue writing this entry. Sucks to be lazy.

12. When I play my way out of sticky,embarrassing or awkward situations without anyone finding out. I think I’m quite good at this, especially with pushy salesmen or  三姑六婆s and the haggling hawkers. In any case that I let loose any gas in a more atas place, I always take the initiative to ask “What’s that smell?” HAHAH, now you know where that stench comes from. I’m just being honest.

13. Freaking the shit out of people by using the age old “BOO!!” and watch them jump out of their skins.

14. I love to irritate others:)

In what ways do you derive joy and happiness from?

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I realised I haven’t checked my email/twitter/facebook for a very very long period and I”m having hell of a time trying to finish reading all the emails and updates on twitter. Talking about these 2 sites, a research proved that if you like…

Facebook : You are a little of a narcissist.

Twitter : You are a little hyperactive.

I go for Twitter. Are you the narcissist or hyper kid?

Recently, my nosebuds have gotten a little bit hyperactive, I go around smelling people and I have no idea what can people put on themselves to smell like a slab of raw salmon soaked in bleach for a week or other horrendous things that do not resemble sweat or anything that comes from the body.

There are people who smell like all sorts of food, you have those who smell like coconut desert that always enter the same lift as you, and the head throbbing scent always linger around for as long as you can remember even after they leave. Then you have those who smell like chendol, okay not much difference since chendol is probably more than 80 percent coconut. Anyway that’s not that point, how on earth would anyone want to around smelling like a packet of coconut milk instead of er… flowers and Chanel No.5?

I still think that I smell the best amongst most of my friends. You have to smell me to be convinced, seriously. I haven’t really smelt my friends since it’s the holidays, but Bernice, you smell like banana essence. If you think that I’m just plain crazy to be sniffing at others like a puppy, you should try it and you will be surprised with what comes to your mind – usually very very unusual things.

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PS// Tell me I’m not the only one who will eat crunchy Maggie Mee straight out of the packet.

PSPS// Everyone should watch 唐心风暴.

Moods And Musings

Everything around me and my life is getting ridiculously boring… well, maybe except my friends and anything else seems so dull and sleepy. I find it hard to dedicate heart and soul, I hardly appreciate what others have done recently, I don’t even pretend to be interested, I start to feel that I’m right and everybody else is wrong… AGAIN.

Sometimes I wonder why people want to be around me, I’m not the nicest, not the most polite, I’m brimming with skepticism and sarcasm, most importantly, I most certainly would not speak the way that you would wish that I could most of the time even though I can get annoyingly diplomatic. Heck, can’t be nice all the time.

The “Boring-O-Meter” is stretched to the extent of me not even bothering to hunt for productive things to do. I just plop on the couch every night to watch drama like aunty even if the show is extendedly an insult of intelligence to watch. I guess that is what people might term a – A Couch Potato.

School has been crap, I don’t pay attention, I study on my own, it makes more sense to me than attending school 6 hours a day when all that needs to be taught can be boiled down to 6 hours a week. PE is probably what I look forward to because I can serve the ball across the net for a gazillion time and it does not come back… not even once.

I once mentioned that school is a battlefield, just to revisit that topic, everything just got worse ten fold! Instead of nails and fingers, we are all trying to kill each other with sharp objects, or fengshui to “克” since Nigel had all of ours read today. Apparently I would 相冲 with Mandy, I think that pretty much sums up all the bruises and cuts on my left arm (and armpit, yes I know, gross). I think I’d better get all my money back before we really start to “冲” or I would be at a horrible disadvantage, so Man! if you’re reading this… it’s time.

And Xinpeng! If you are reading this, it is high time that we talk more often.
PS// about topics like those in KFC just now. HAHAHAH

Go read these 2 pages, it’s good.
Palmistry
FengShui

This blog is getting absurdly stupid, don’t read it unless you really have to.(for god knows what reason.)

Till then.

Confessions of a bored man.

Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears
And so you fight to keep from pouring out
But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul
Do you think that there’s enough you might drown?

If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one’s left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you, for what you really are
I will be here still

No one can tell you where you alone must go
There’s no telling what you find there

-Kelly

My life is boring currently, there’s probably nothing much to update about.

Till then,
Have fun.