Secrets and Fallacies

Dream Fragment - Gigantic Contacts

2012-01-23T00:35:00.003+08:00

Outside Marianist Hall, University of Dayton, a truck was parked. Pey Fong was trying to balance a gigantic contact lens, the diameter of his arm fully stretched, on the air currents generated by the device on the truck. There are several of such lenses, each beautiful painted with a different picture.

Dream Episode - Relationship of Utility

2012-01-23T00:01:00.001+08:00

Day of dream: 10 January 2012 night

A charming man in his mid-thirties (?) was her boyfriend. As a dutiful girlfriend, she cleaned and cooked, and looked after his young children. He was often cold and distant, but he would always call if he needed help. Tough love, but it was love.

One evening, she got a text from him to go over to his house immediately. She was excited! She had not seen him in a long time and cannot wait to see him. She imagined an evening with the family, and a night of love-making after putting the children to bed. She packed her stuff in her tote and went over.

When she arrived at the door, the small apartment was a mess. The children were crying and screaming. The bed she imagined them bonding in was disgusting. She made a mental note to wash the linen the next morning. She put down her stuff and climbed onto the bed, despite being disgusted but the sweat-smell of the linen, and guided her man to make out and snuggle on the bed. The man struggled out of her gentle hold. He instructed her to do the laundry and take care of the children, make them stop screaming and crying because he needed to write.

She sat on the bed, stupefied. She finally realized that he was using her merely as a housemaid. He wouldn’t even have sex with her. Seeing things clearly, she stood up, picked up her bag and walked toward the door. She turned around, faced the stunned man and told him to call him when he needed a girlfriend and not a housemaid. She left without looking back.

Dream Episode - Concert Disappointment

2012-01-22T23:48:00.001+08:00

Day of dream: 9 January 2012 night

There was a concert going on, possibly related to Christianity and/or the life of Jesus. I got the student-rush ticket, the most expensive category for the first-row seats. The seats are right in front of the stage facing the audience. To see the concert, I would have to turn around. When the show was starting, the front two facing the stage was not yet occupied. I moved over. The concert started. Actors young and old got on stage. The children were holding flimsy cardboard signs. There was the impression that there were too many people on stage.

After a short performance of 15 minutes, the show stopped, supposedly for intermission. As everyone stood to leave for a break, the director got on stage and dismissed everyone, explaining that the show is cancelled because she had planned the show for a much bigger stage than that one. Discontent filled the air…

Dream Episode - Will You Marry Me

2012-01-22T23:27:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: 26 December 2011 night

I was getting married, although I for some reason, I was hesitant. It was my boyfriend’s rushed decision. My boyfriend proposed that we get married immediately and I agreed. Both of us were excited. With his family’s affluence, he was able to book a place quickly, and the date was set. At 6.30pm, an hour before the wedding, I was getting ready in a room. I put on my wedding gown. It was a gorgeous strapless white gown with the dress shorter in front (about shin level) and longer at the back (barely touching the floor). There were blood-red designs boldly embroidered on the gown and a red sash highlighting the waist. The dress feels like a fairy tale. I needed to finish it with makeup.

I was still hesitant about marrying him. I love him very much. But I wasn’t sure about something… Perhaps I was hesitant about the entire concept of a married life. The clock was ticking away. At 7.25pm, I finally decided that I would marry. It was then I realized that I did not have my eyeliner. I desperately needed one because I reasoned that I wanted to look my best for pictures on my only wedding. I asked my bridesmaid for one. My bridesmaid had to ask around. I started to panic, and ran down the stairs. I ran into some distant relatives who told me that I am going to be late for my wedding. I assured them that I will there on time. My bridesmaid found me a brown eyeliner. I was having second thoughts about my wedding, again. At 7.29pm, I was certain about marrying. I put on my makeup and ran.

I realized that people would be able to see my shoes, so I needed my heels, which I did not bring with me. I had to run home (in Yishun, Singapore). Halfway there, I realized that I would be too late. So I ran toward my wedding, except I do not remember where it was. I ran toward the community center, thinking that it would be there. When I got there, the wedding was not there. I ran outside, and asked my dad where my wedding is. He told me it was outside Crystal Jade. It was across the field. I ran. The few guests left were leaving the place. I looked at the clock: 1.30pm. I was an hour late to my own wedding (I realize the time difference in retrospect).

My groom was sitting in the hall of empty tables, with his back to me. I walked towards him. He was starring into empty space. He was holding a young girl in his left arm. She was the girl who has been eying my fiancé for a long time. I felt sick in the stomach. Next to the girl sat my father. Across from my fiancé was his “chor-chor” (great-grandmother). I walked closer. I saw his face: an older face with a mustache. It was older than I remembered. I touched his right arm. He did not respond. Ignoring everyone else, I knelt down next to him and cried. He continued to stare blankly, not acknowledging my presence. He must have felt betrayed and shamed, for leaving him bride-less to deal with the relatives. I could not even ask for forgiveness, though I was desperately wishing for it. It was difficult to explain what I did and whatever I said would sound like nothing but excuses. Yet I was hoping that he would understand. I was hoping that my nose would bleed, then he would understand. And then my nose bled.

I was ill. I was struggling whether to live a selfish but happy life with him, or to leave him a free man to pursue his own happiness. I chose to be selfish. Seeing the blood, my fiancé immediately freed his left arm of the girl and cradled my face in his hands. He knelt next to me and supported me with his right arm, his eyes never leaving my face. He asked me what was wrong. I did not need to answer. He understood. I thought it was fortunate that there were already splashes of red on my wedding dress, so drops of blood would go unnoticed on the dress.

Getting me seated, he talked to his chor-chor in private. He told her about my illness and he said he wanted to take care of me, as my husband. He asked chor-chor for permission. Chor-chor has always liked me, so she agreed. We wanted to call the relatives to return to the wedding, but most people were busy with something else. We married in the witness of those who were able to attend our belated wedding.

My husband nursed me with care and love. We were able to live a happy married life.

Truth or Lie

2011-12-12T03:21:00.001+08:00

"It seems odd, doesn't it, that we have to lie to tell the truth better?" ~Kate Dicamillo

Dream Episode - Do not take the shortcut

2011-12-12T02:27:00.008+08:00

Day of dream: last night

Scene 1:
It was a simple room, with a small simple desk in the middle. The desk was crowded with the lawyer, the bride, the groom, a parent (possibly father) of the bride, and a few other people. The groom's strong built (reminds me of Alec) fits him nicely into his tux. They were signing the papers. It was certain that there was attraction between the bride and the groom, but somehow it felt more like a business deal than a blissful union of two people.

The groom bought an expensive watch for the bride. It costs $5300++, about the cost of an estate (it was a long time ago, when money was worth much more than it does now). It came with a certificate of authenticity. It was then that someone (possibly the father of the bride) mentioned that the company that made the watch is in troubled waters. Upon hearing that, the groom read the certificate closely. It stated that their watches are top-notch quality, but any watches that are purchased after a certain date is not worth much. Since the groom purchased the watch after that date...

The lost of value of the watch did not bother the party for long. The party continued with its merriment. The groom (easily) lifted the bride and carried her around...

Scene 2:
I was outside a bar, looking in. A group of friends was celebrating someone's birthday. I went inside. The bar was plain, with concrete walls and floor. It looked as if a basement emerged from underground, invited a few people in, and called itself a bar. The birthday boy was standing against the farthest wall, facing all his friends. I knew the him: Cody. We would meet later, and we would fall in love.

I stood to the side between him and his friends. I stared at him, taking in his youth, his smile, and his every word. It was weird to see your love before he knew you. So blissfully weird. They raised their glasses and I raised mine, he turned and looked at me. I smiled. When we meet later, he would know me and I would not know him. He would say that he recognized my smile, and I would have no idea what he was talking about.

The party was over and everyone left. I left too. I needed to take a bus from Main street, but I don't know which direction to go. I turned right. After a few blocks, it did not seem right. I turned around and returned to the bar, stood around trying to figure out my way before giving in to ask for directions. Turned out I was walking in the opposite direction.

Scene 3:
Marriage with Cody was a wreck. We were in love, but something was wrong. He was dying...

I knew I shouldn't have interfered with the past. I shouldn't have visited him in the bar in the past. I shouldn't have let him recognize me. We fell in love faster. We took the shortcut. Now our time together was cut short as well.

I retraced my steps. I started with what I should not have done. I should not have talked to Cody. Standing in front of him, I will myself to not have done what I did in that past. With every will, I was moved backwards, and my footsteps on the carpet faded to undo my deeds.

He would not recognize my smile later in his life...

Scene 4:
At the marriage desk, the groom was sitting across from me. We were about to sign the papers at the witness of the lawyer, who is sitting at the head of the desk, and the best-man, who is sitting next to the groom. I took the pen, before I signed it, I looked up and saw that the best-man was Cody. Then I knew... And I signed the papers to marry my groom.

I knew that this marriage would fail. And when it does, Cody will be there for me. This was the way we were suppose to meet and fell in love. This was the correct way to begin our journey together.

Notes: I recently read the Time Traveler's Wife.

Dream Episode - Wedding Party

2011-11-29T00:08:00.003+08:00

Day of Dream: last night

Like all my recent dreams, many parts of the dream are fuzzy. But this I remember...

It was Mary Catherine's wedding, and we (some of my high school schoolmates) were all invited! I went into the first hall, a food hall with long tables and benches and chairs. It was crowded. I took a seat and looked around. Then I noticed Yuheng and Weichao was sitting about a table away from me. I moved over. I sat there for a bit while they ate.

Suddenly everyone was moving. We went over to the next hall, a rectangular hall with a pool that took up more than half the room. Some people slid into the pool while others stood and watch. I deliberated for a moment, and then went to the locker room next door to change into something that I didn't mind getting wet in. Like the pool room and the dining hall, the locker room was packed.

After changing, I returned to the pool room. A beautiful lady, dressed in the Victorian style, approached me and I could see her up close. Her delicate face was dotted with cream-colored pearls such that she looks like an upper class circus member.

I slid into the pool, and kept my head above the water, until I sank a little bit. The water was glistening. I dived a little and saw that the deep pool was dotted with pearls, like the Victorian lady. I stayed close to the edge of the pool. People commented on the glow of the pool water, and I told them about the pearls. More people jumped in to see for themselves. One of them took a camera to take pictures underwater. Upon seeing that, one dry person took out his/her camera and took a photo. I wanted to take a picture to but my camera cannot get wet. So I took my camera and made sure it's above the water (I was treading water such that most of my upper body is out of the water). I took several snapshots but they didn't look too great.

I gave up, passed the camera to a friend/stranger on the shore, and admired the pearls on the walls of the pool. There are big pearls and small pearls. One of the people close to the shore asked if there were really pearls. I picked one out for the soft pool wall to show it to them. It was a tiny black pearl. I immediately grew attached to it. Upon closer inspection, it is shaped like a camera. They passed it around. But I think they lost it eventually. It might be rolling around the floor and being crushed by a casual step...

Dream Episosde - Kitten in the Maze

2011-11-27T07:13:00.004+08:00

Day of dream - last night

A lot went on in this dream, but I only remembered this part:

I was in a laboratory. It looked like my room in Marianist Hall, only much bigger without furniture. The room was white and pale gray, with shallow grooves all over the floor. We were trying to solve a problem. We have a mouse-sphere thing and we are trying to separate them. We decided to put the mouse-sphere thing in one of the tunnel in the floor, let it roll to a cubic groove at the end. When the mouse-sphere is rolling, we will put a kitten to chase it down the tunnel. The kitten will then scratch on the mouse-sphere. Given enough scratches, the mouse and sphere will separate.

We tried it with a black kitten. But before the mouse can be separated from the sphere, the kitten scratch so much that both the mouse-sphere and the kitten are about to get out of the cubic groove. We tried it several times. Every time, the kitten behaved exactly like before. Each time the procedure failed, the mouse-sphere resets such that all previous efforts were wasted. We decided that we need another solution.

I thought the problem is that the groove is not deep enough to contain the cat and its scratching. So I found a box. I put a colored block in it to lure the kitten, then placed the mouse-sphere in it. Then i realized that I do not need the colored block, so I took it out. The box was ready.

I was about the grab the kitten, which is now clawed to the blinds. It seemed agitated, perhaps due to the multiple trials that we put it through...

Dream Episode - What happens in the Dojo

2011-11-26T15:05:00.004+08:00

Day of dream: this afternoon (during a long nap)

We were at the dojo practicing our martial arts moves. There was a guy and a couple of girls. I didn't know any of them. The girls were practicing their forms and the guy decided to challenge me to sparring. I agreed. Junbi, Sejak! He seemed really aggressive and I was suddenly afraid. I turned and ran. There was a zen garden in the dojo, with huge smooth stones forming a small mountain. I ran up the mountain and decided that I am too slow. So I turned around and faced him.

I think there might be a dragonfly somewhere.

After training, we went to our open lockers to get changed and pack up. Everyone was chatting. The guy told us that his family name was Japanese. The character is "忍" with "刺" (he meant the left side of that word). I didn't know what that word was but I though I have seen it before. (I don't think that word exists.)

Dream Episode - Northward to Canada!

2011-11-25T01:32:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: last night

Elaine Phua and her mother were visiting. We decided to pack and bags and visit Canada. A good guy friend of mine came with us.

At the international customs, me and my friend got through the customs first. Elaine and her mother went together. Waiting on the other side of the border, we watched as Elaine's mother was stopped and warned that she cannot return to the US once she crossed the border because she does not have the necessary visa. It then occurred to me that I forgot to bring my I-90 (or similar document that allows me to re-enter the US). I was worried for a minute and then immediately decided that there's nothing much to be done then. Elaine's mother decided to cross the border anyway and will figure out where to go from there...

Part 2 of the dream:
I was on a big long bridge (one of those bridges in the city), and I saw John and Erhan Justice. I waved to them and we exclaimed at the life chances. I said how coincidental to meet them on the bridge when I have yet been able to visit them in Cleveland.

Dream Episode - Mistress of Innocence

2011-10-25T03:09:00.005+08:00

Day of dream: last night

A young girl of around 13 or 14 years old. A beautiful mixed blood, the daughter of a Caucasian father and an Asian mother. She lived her mother in a mansion. They lived high up on the cliffs that overseas the land, although the weather was always too foggy to see beyond a few kilometers. The closest neighbor they have was a rich Caucasian man. He was a huge man of around 40 years old, and he lived at a lower altitude on the same hill.

This day, the girl was out with her servant, exploring the cliffs. One must always remember to tread with care when approaching the cliffs, for one misstep can mean a long fatal fall. The family just got news that their nasty neighbor had invited them over to his house. To get to his mansion, each person would have to brave the cliffs, climbing steadily and skillfully. The girl tried climbing down, trying to get a feel of what it would be like to climb the cliffs to her neighbor's house. It proved difficult. She almost slipped and fell if her bodyguard had not caught her. Her bodyguard, a person trained for physical fitness, tried climbing, and that proved to be difficult for him. They stood there wondering what it would be like to climb it.

The nasty man was sitting on a huge rock at the edge of the cliff. He greeted them pleasantly. His servant woman who came with him told them that there was a huge rock like the one the man was sitting on at the cliffs outside the man's mansion...

The mother decided that it would be too dangerous for her daughter to go for the physical challenge that the trip presented, and the sexual desire that the neighbor had for the young girl. The neighbor was furious for his plans to take the girl was disrupted. He organized an army with his servants to ravage the girl's mansion and take her by force. The girl's mother and servant hid her in the closet, a closet that can barely close properly while their servants tried to ward off the intruders. The nasty man and his servants broke through and attacked the room where they were hiding. The roof started falling...

Reality check: The young girl reminded me of Annelise from This Earth of Mankind by Toer.

Dream Episode - Mama Shop Time Passage

2011-10-04T13:17:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: a long time ago

There was an Indian Mama Shop, its gray cement interior colored only with shelves of goods, from spices to cheap clothes. This particular Mama Shop has two exits: each at an angle a certain distant away from the other. Other than the shelves crammed with goods, there is a 5 year difference between the exits.

My Mom and I were at the exit where it was 5 years ago (a present time relatively to us) and my father and brother lives on the other side of the shop 5 years later. To visit them, I will have to weave my way through the narrow alleys, turn slightly left, and exit into a different time. Whenever I return to my time, 5 years would have passed.

This was not a problem, since I only age according to my biological clock. The time traveling does not affect my aging. The only bother was time was flying. It is important to note that the system is closed in this dream, meaning that it only concerns me and my family, friends and other people are not in this dream at all (not even the Mama Shop-keeper).

However it became tiring to travel back and forth between times and I thought it might be a better idea to settle down in one time, my Dad's time since he has his work there. The make the matter more urgent, I found out that with each travel that we make, we cause a little disturbance, rip if you will, in the fabric of reality...

Reality:
Mama Shops are small shops that sells anything and everything.
The "rip in reality" may be related to the rip that Phillip Pullman mentioned in his Golden Compass trilogy.

Dream Episode - Chinese Communist Monks

2011-09-06T23:05:00.002+08:00

Day of dream - last week

[Something happened but I can't remember much since it was so long ago...] We were running up the pagoda. Running away from the monks. The inside of the pagoda was dusty and old, bare of furniture other than the forgotten that are left to rot. Even those are sparse.We ran up the stairs, higher and higher. The way between two of the floors were cut off. It would take them some time to figure out a way to get up here. We have a bit more time.

Finally we were on the top floor, light from the day lit up the space much more than on the lower floors. It was in the small space of the top floor that it became apparent that we did not think anything through. We were trapped and it was a matter of time before the monks caught up with us. The adjacent building was so close that we can almost jump across. It was time for a risk. To reduce the danger of falling, we picked out an old mattress that was lying around among the other old stuff abandoned in that small space, and made a bridge out of it.

One by one, we began to jump across. The distance seemed smaller while I was jumping across. It was as if the buildings were next to each other.

Safe on the other side, we ran down the stairs for more escape options. Unfortunately the monks were one step ahead of us. They were waiting for us as we descended the stairs. It was too late to turn back as there were monks on the other building cutting off our exit route.

We followed the monks to the balcony-bridge. They lined us up. The monks stood tall in the sun light. The lush plants on the balcony highlighted the monks' dull gray (or is it black?) uniforms (like those in the Chinese communist era).

I stood staring at them, and it occurred to me that someone among us had betrayed us to the monks, for they would not have been able to predict and react so quickly to our escape to the adjacent building. However I did not sense sinister intent from the monks. They were just strict and abide faithfully by the law.

Dream Episode - Mind Gobblers

2011-08-17T12:09:00.003+08:00

Day of dream - a long time ago

It seemed like a Doctor Who setting. While the Doctor was busy exploring something else somewhere else, I was walking down the sidewalk alone. It was a broad sidewalk, with buildings to my left. A lamp post would pass by periodically to my left, and occasionally, there would be a bench. These benches were curious, for they are barred off with a chain, regardless of it being occupied.

When I was passing by this one bench, two young children at the bench, a boy and a girl, invited me to join them behind the chains. Although they were moving around a lot, they seemed harmless enough. I nodded, and took a step toward them. They lifted the chain to let me in. Once I was behind the chains, they started climbing on me. Everything happened so quickly that I did not have time to react. One of them stood on the bench, and attached his/her wide-opened mouth in an attempt to swallow my head. I felt my head getting spacier and lighter.

[something must have happened in between, of which I cannot recall]

No harm was done to me in the previous incident. We learned that they are a species of aliens who feed on people's minds, including their memory and intellect. In other words, these aliens feed on people's lives. The young do so by attaching their mouths to the head to absorb the contents of the mind. Adults can absorb by contact with any part of the body. They can eat off the lives of their species as well. Mind-absorbing is a natural process upon contact, however conscious efforts can counter it. Still, little was known about the mind-gobblers and there were much legends surrounding these creatures.

For some reason, either as a condition in the peace-pack for the mind-gobblers to prove that they can live among humans, or as a spy for the Doctor to observe them, I was sent to live with a family of mind-gobblers for an undefined period of time. The family four members, and a mind-gobbler guardian to make sure I don't run away. consisted of During which, I was in constant unease, feeling that I am the only target in the house should they lose their control. Being in their vicinity made me light-headed. The uncertainty of the end of my term only served to make me nervous with every passing day.

One day, either in the afternoon or the evening, the family gathered and tried embracing. They must have seen it practiced among humans. I turned around from my corner to watch them. It started off slowly awkwardly, as the mind-gobblers have to exercise extreme control to avoid gobbling during contact. The members touched, held for no more than a while, and broke off. The brief experience of the comforts of a human embrace was a exhilarating one for every member. It pleased them to understand love, if it was from a different perspective.

The explosion of emotions affected me, as I was affected when in their vicinity. I felt the desperate need for fresh air. The enclosed space of the house was suffocating. Lightheaded, I rushed out of the house and my body gave way. I laid on my side in the fetal position, with both hands trying to hold my mind together and to prevent anything from seeping away. My guardian rushed to the door, and stared helplessly at me. I asked him/her to not get any closer, for I fear that the mind-gobblers can create a reverse force field that sucks in mind contents without contact.

My head felt spacier and lighter, and I prayed desperately that the Doctor would come and take me away at that instant. Yet despite the raging concern for my life, I felt for the mind-gobblers. They wanted so much to love and to touch, but it is so difficult for them because of what they are...

Dream Episode - Rose and Violet

2011-08-05T00:58:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: a long time ago (recorded a day after the dream)

Two sisters, one mild and gentle (let's call her Rose) and the other dark and little rebellious (Violet).

Violet (accidentally?) killed a person. She is going to be caught, but of course she did not want to. Rose knew about the murder/manslaughter too, and advised her to go with the guards peacefully.

The law of the land allowed each person to commit a number of crimes, each of which will be recorded on the body as a bruise or a scar. The more serious ones were marked in more prominently. When the number of "second chances" ran out, the person will be executed.

Violet had caused enough trouble in the past, and she foresaw causing more trouble ahead. Besides, she was attracted to a guy, and Rose was a possible competitor to his affections. Violet was thinking about Rose's suggestion to willing submission. Then she looked at Rose, the good law-abiding Rose, everyone's favorite Rose. Nobody would blame Rose heavily even if anyone believed that Rose actually killed. Violet looked at her, thinking about having Rose take the rap for her. Rose caught a glance at the look, and suddenly became very defensive about her position, even aggressive against Violet. Violet tried to calm her down, claiming that it was just a thought.

Rose's wand was nearby, in the wand box. Although magic was seldom used, some people can be given a wand and be encouraged to pick up and refine the skill. Rose got the wand when she was a teen, but Violet did not, because people trusted the gentle Rose with a wand to practice magic.

In the heat of the argument, they moved quickly for the wand. While they were struggling for the wand, the wand made up its own mind, and drew a hangman bruise across Rose's neck. The hangman bruise was a mark of capital offenses. The following capital offenses committed by one with the mark means death.

Rose was furious. Violet did not know how it happened. She thought the wand was Rose's, so it should be helping Rose instead of working against her owner. Rose explained (grudgingly) that it was because Violet was staring at the wand (in envy) so much, spending more time with the wand that Rose did, so that her thoughts influenced and changed the wand. In a way, the wand behaved like Violet would, with a little envy and jealousy toward Rose.

When the guards came, Rose struggled and insisted that she was not the one. But the guards saw her hangman bruise and took her away.

Violet felt guilty for having gotten innocent Rose into so much trouble. She felt like an unworthy and evil sister for perhaps unconsciously wishing Rose harm (as acted out by the wand). It was almost certain that Rose would be hung. Violet was determined to save her. She was ready to leave her love to run away with Rose and live as outcasts.

The next day, when Rose was resisting in vain as she was dragged onto the hanging platform, Violet came and snatched her away from the guards. Rose was not any happier with her sister. Although an outcast's life and her magical hangman's bruise tainted her life, it is a better option than death. While they were running, with Rose following closely behind the more active Violet, Rose said, "you might have stolen my life, but I had stolen the heart of your love. I slept with him the night before they took me away!"

Dream Episode - The Dark Side of Friends

2011-08-05T00:21:00.002+08:00

Day of Dream: Overnight train from (Prague-) Germany to Switzerland (recorded immediately after the dream)

Scene 1:
A few friends and I were doing silly things together: trying to trap pigeons with an elaborate series of food that eventually leads to a rope-and-stick controlled trap. We were filming the process.

Scene 2:
One of our friends, the big (because "fat" is politically impolite) one returned to his apartment (alone), and upon finding something amiss, went violent about his room. It might have been some blackmail material that he was holding over a (female) singer/artist. He was furious, and nothing like the "gentle giant" we knew.

He went out of his apartment and down the stairs, where his neighbors were quarreling. one of them saw him, and was suddenly reminded of some of his misgivings, and started targeting her displeasure at him. He calmly sent the other lady neighbor away, assuring the quarrelsome one that he would listen to her complaints against himself. When the other lady left, he picked up an abandoned mattress and pressed it against the wall with his neighbor sandwiched in between, despite the presence of a fortune-teller in the vicinity. (The fortune-teller is as real a person as everyone else, but he/she has a ghost-like quality. Maybe our friendly giant did not think that anyone would take the fortune-teller's witness seriously, and thus the fortune-teller would not bother telling others.) Only when the other neighbor return, did he release the pressure, leaving the poor quarrelsome woman cursing him in between breaks while gasping for air. He feigned innocence, gently asking others to trust his character, claiming the fortune-teller as his witness. Once the calming neighbor left, he resumed to his previous task, suffocating the cursing neighbor before she had swallowed another gulp of air. The fortune-teller did not seem to care.

Scene 3:
We were reviewing the video of our bird trap adventures. when we realized that we had filmed the gentle giant without his knowledge. He exhibited violent behavior toward the pigeons that we never thought he was capable of...

Scene 4:
I was returning home, an apartment in the same building as the gentle giant, with a mind to confront him about the video, when I ran into him in his violent act (of suffocating his neighbor). he let go immediately upon sighting me. The calmer neighbor entered immediately after. The cursing neighbor is surprisingly still alive. Though cursing and gasping for air, she seemed to enjoy the violent treatment, and tried to encourage more.

Seeing his violent act confirmed my suspicion. Failing to be bought over by his lies, I threatened to tell the others. He was furious, and stormed out of the semi-basement.

I walked upstairs with the calm neighbor, discussing the gentle giant and his darker side. When I reached my floor, I realized that I did not have my keys with me. The thought that he might have taken them haunted me...

My nightmare was confirmed when I found my door unlocked. he left my army-green monk bag on the floor, and a set of instructions, which lead to a video on the computer. It's a Chinese music video: ...用心去品尝一个人的思念... (I think that was what it was in the dream. It has quite a nice melody, although I could not remember it to save my life.) I supposed it meant that he would keep haunting me with the uncertainty of when he would return to my house and strike until I find his blackmail material for him... And that video was all I had to start on.

Dream Episode - Supermarket Clinic

2011-06-18T06:49:00.005+08:00

Day of dream: a nap long sometime in November or December 2010 (recorded the day after the dream)

At a supermarket-like place that was suppose to be the clinic... Two aisles separated by a tall shelf, I was on the medicine side and Weihao was on the consultation side. I refused to talk to him because somehow it was awkward. I had to move to the consultation aisle to do something... While I was at the consultation aisle, Weihao asked me to stop acting awkward and join other staff, nurses and doctors.

A patient came in wanting to collect 6 "Gui Hua Gao" (from E.excel in real life). I did not know where they were, so I asked around. No one else knows either. I went up a flight of grand staircase as Someone had instructed me to, and knocked on May's door. A tanned hunk opened the door and stood topless at the door frame. It was clear that May was having an extramarital affair. May came to the door me detailed instructions. The rest of the staff caught up and they found out about May's affair. They were discussing what to do about this new-found knowledge. I decided that that was May's personal life, and said, "Ms. May was alone in her room."

There was also something about a picture puzzle, the type with fragmented picture and a sticky surface. Weihao may have bullied me and asked me to finish it... (Justin bullied me into carrying the kayak the day before).

Dream Episode - Sheldon in ballet class

2011-03-22T21:30:00.004+08:00

Day of dream: some days back

There were more before this, but I simply cannot remember...

It appears that I was Sheldon Cooper from sitcom The Big Bang Theory, and I was in a ballet class. We learned the 2 basic hand positions: the first and second positions. Sheldon/I tried the positions, a little stiffly, and slightly awkward due to Sheldon's height. Deciding that it was satisfactory, Sheldon/I gave one firm head nod, and stepped forward into the class, ready to take up anything with the 2 basic hand positions.

Dream Episode - Family dinner feud

2011-03-13T06:02:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: last night

Reunion with family and friends is a must when I go home. We picked a restaurant in Singapore/Malaysia and invited friends to join us. The restaurant is very much like those in Malaysia, where the shop is not big enough to accommodate the numerous customers, and as such there is a long-term lease on the tent and open space outside.

We met the twins (Shao Suan and Shao Yin) first, under the tent. After they left, we needed to meet up with the family. I went into the restaurant to request for a table for our anticipated guests (probably relatives). One of the two hosts was Dai Yang Tian (戴阳天 from Mediacorp). I thought he looked familiar, and so I asked him. He admitted it. He was complimenting my looks. I wanted to tell him that he looks very much like my canoe polo coach, HengFu, but I was so flattered that I thought I would let that pass.

My family and I got a table outside the restaurant, beyond the tent. I gathered chairs from other tables, and being temporarily satisfied with my accomplishment, I took my seat. Next to our table, there was a huge, seemingly rich, family. The children (most of them around age 20) of the family already took their seats, while the parents are busy arranging seats. The oldest man of the family arrived, helped by a maid-servant. He must have been in his 80s or 90s. He was furious at his descendants incompetence to arrange seats correctly, yet he did not offer direct instructions. His children were at a lost, although the answer seemed very apparent to me. In two seconds, I took a quick low stride toward that table, moved the chairs while muttering "sorry" under my breath, and moved back to my seat. (As my mother was grumpy the entire day, I avoided sitting next to her and took a seat at the other side of the table, next to my father.) The entire family was shocked to silence. My mother, being exceeding grumpy in this dream, whispered accusations, "这么多事干吗？他过来骂你的话，你就知道!" (Why are you so busybody? What are you going to do when he comes over and scolds you?")

I ignored her rants while stealing glances at the neighboring table. After recovering from the initial shock, the old man walked over with slow determined steps. My heart pounded hard with each step he took. I was so afraid that my mother was right. I was so afraid that she was right about my failures.

In three slow steps, he reached our table. He punched his fist, missing my nose by a few inches, with his wrinkly thumb held high, and exclaimed but one word, "Good!" He then turned around and made his way back to his satisfied seat. I whispered under my breath to my dad, just loud enough so that my mom can hear, "我很怕他会骂我"Good!"呢！" (I was so afraid he would reprimand me "Good!")

Dream Episode - Manicure mansion

2010-12-12T07:49:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: last night

There was a beautiful kingdom, busy and bustling. The buildings were beautiful (actually I don't know much about that, but I assume they are), the clothes are beautiful, the people are beautiful (well groomed at the very least). It's a fairytale world, where soldiers guard the city on white steads. Yet something was more beautiful than the kingdom: the mansion standing in the middle of the woods. This was a mansion of exclusivity, for a manicurist, a man who referred to himself as the artist, lived there with his daughters. The mansion was built with white bricks, with many windows, and a fountain at the front (if I remember this correctly) to welcome his guests. The manicurist was devoted to his art, never leaving his mansion. But his nail-art was so popular that nobles, gentlemen and ladies alike, would pass the soldiers on the white steads, travel through the woods, to have their nails done.

One day, a lady with her lord, came to the mansion to do their nails. The lady had her face painted white, and her fair hair done up that doubled the length of her face, secured with ribbon pins that balanced her puffy grand dress. The lord was slightly round and red, presumably from the wine from the parties, dressed smartly in a swallow suit (I can't really remember what the lord look like...). With their nails done, they happily entered they black carriage drawn by elegant horses, and made their way toward the city through the woods.

Soon after, on the same day, they returned, looking wretched: hair out of place and dress torn. They were welcomed into the house. The nail-artist, upon seeing them, greeted them with warmth for he believed he had done the best nails on them. Holding his little brushes (pin-fine brushes), he wanted to see his art. He was shocked to find that his art disappeared from their nails. "But that was my finest art," he exclaimed (in a slight Italian accent) waving his brush around.

The nobles recounted the witch-tree/spirit living in the woods who demanded... (something, I can't remember it now) They can't return to the city and they cannot call for help, and can only wait for the dashing soldiers on the stead to come look for them when the city realized their absence.

Dream Episode - Marrying a mafia

2010-11-21T08:43:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: a loooong time ago

[something happened, can't remember what]

I was in my room, a room very similar to mine in the National University of Ireland, Maynooth: a few stories up, small-ish, a bed, an ensuite bathroom-toilet, a window, a cabinet and everything in similar positions, except there was no desk.

It was the morning of my wedding day. My husband-to-be is rich, very rich. He had sort of a bad boy vibe. Truth is I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to marry him. He proposed and I simply agreed. (Was I fretting over my old issues again in my dream? Was that why he proposed, to help me out of my problem? Arhh...) I peeked out of the window. He hired a fully uniformed band to play this morning, outside my window. I was feeling sick in the stomach because I did not know whether I was doing the right thing. I was beginning to think that he was some mafia chief. That was one reason I was feeling sick. Otherwise, it was the questions that were going through my mind (not necessarily in the same words):
1. Do I love him?
2. If no, marrying him is so wrong!
3. If I do, and he's a mafia... That's terrible of me. What kind of person am I?
4. What kind of person will I become as a mafia wife?
5. What do I do after I get married? Sit around at home? I'll be so terribly bored.
6. Wait, I'll be rich. I can go shopping everyday! But that's my husband's money. I don't want to look like I married him just to spend his money!
6. Help my husband? But he's a mafia! What do I do? Start killing people and extorting money?
7. Oh no, he's rich. That money is made from killing men, poisoning children and breaking up families.
8. I can't spend that money.
9. What do I do after I marry him?
10. Should I even marry him?
11. Do I love him? If yes, then what kind of person does that make me?

I was left feeling sick thinking about those questions in circles until I woke from my dream...

Dream Episode - Ghost ride

2010-11-21T08:20:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: a loooong time ago (I really have to start recording them immediately)

There was a house, famous of its haunting. It possibly belonged to a family of miners. The story of their lives and their deaths were not clear. Despite that, the tourism that it attracts soon built itself around the house. The industry itself was huge, almost like the shopping street in Disneyland, with the house being part of the attraction. It was so commercialized that the menace that the house once had could only be found in traces.

I was walking down the main street of the place, holding a little boy in one hand. We were going to rent a pair of boots so that we can enter the attraction. Then I saw them, among the crowd, a father, a mother and a daughter. They were dirty and rough, and were walking towards me and my little boy. Nobody else saw them, nobody else felt them. But I could. I knew they were looking for their little boy. I knew what was coming. I knew they will mistake my little boy for theirs. I tried to stay calm. As they approached, I held my little boy's hand tighter, stared straight ahead and walked through them.

Upon passing us, they startled, and turned around immediately. I knew that they have thought my little boy was theirs. They want him. They followed us. I wasn't scared, I just wanted to help them. I went to the boot rental. After a short line, it was my turn. I walked up to the counter, pass the boots that I was holding (yea, I was holding a little boy and now it was a pair of boots), and told the guy behind the counter, "I think these boots are haunted." (Yup, I've completely forgot about the little boy. Where did the boots come from anyway?) Only the ghost father was with me at this moment (maybe the mother and the sister ghosts kidnapped my little boy?). The boot guy directed me to the cafe right next door, saying that the boss is psychic and deals with the supernatural.

Wanting to help the ghosts find peace, I walked next door and told them that I thought the boots were haunted, and that I wanted to help the ghosts. The bouncer-looking cafe guy (tan with dark hair and a nice smile) asked me to go outside and go up the stairs behind the doors that says "Authorized Persons Only." I went out as I was told, and opened the door. In the middle of the stairs, there was a string curtain that extends to the floor. The cafe guy and a psychic-looking women drew the curtain and invited me in. I walked up the stairs...

Dream Episode (I've lost count) - Potential marriage. Monster-in-law. Cold cold room...

2010-08-30T00:55:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: a looooong time ago

I was at my fiance's house, having a pleasant afternoon with my mother-in-law to-be. Though I wasn't quite talking to my mother-in-law (to-be) in person. I was sitting in a simple wooden chair, having sort of a video conference with her - through a black cat... Her (female human) assistants, about two to six of them, were with her. They were wearing black dress suits.

My mother-in-law to-be asked me if I was learning the things that I have to learn to be a daughter of the family. I must have said I have not completed my "trainings," either that or I was not doing to well in them. My mother-in-law - or the cat rather - seemed annoyed with me. I felt like a child being reprimanded. She then had to attend another meeting, and strode out with her assistants, after commanding me to show myself out as usual.

My mother-in-law to-be's house had always made me feel the need to obey. Although this time, I felt rebellious. I was walking through the narrow corridors of the Japanese-styled house toward the exit. Instead of turning at where the door is, I stopped one turn prior... I had never explored the house before. The aunt was in the kitchen at the other end of the house. I checked to make sure she wasn't looking, then made my way up the short steps up the stairs.

The second floor wasn't high at all. It seemed more like the half storey. I slid the paper-screen door open, and found myself staring at silhoutes of bodies lying in rows on bamboo-lined raised platform, leaving a narrow walkway on the side against the wall. The bodies were wrapped in clean white cloth. The ancestors of the family were remembered, and always given a place in the house...

The aunt called out to check that I've found my way to the exit. I quickly slid the screen-door shut, not feeling too comfortable with the dead, and hid on the steps...

Feel: the house reminds me of the Winchester's Mystery House in California, except there's a Japanese flavour to it. There was even a beautiful color-glass window on the steps that I ascended...

Dream episode

2010-04-23T13:25:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: this afternoon

My family and I seemed to be traveling. I sensed there was a lot of tension going on between me and my dad. I was playfully teasing my brother, and my dad was not happy about it. He was accusing me of being a bitter person and trying to boost my self-esteem by belittling others.

We were on the road, and it was snowing heavily. So we stopped, at this place where it seemed like a newly abandoned indoor skiing place, with natural snow (don't ask me how). The corners and edges still had some snow on them. The parts that are not covered with snow are baring concrete. There was little snow at the end of the slopes to cushion any brave skier.

I playfully teased my brother into rolling down the snow. We picked the gentlest slope, the one closest to the entrances, and started tumbling down. The way down was slow. We had to stand and restart multiple times, but we really enjoyed rolling in the snow.

When we got to the bottom of the slopes, my dad, still on the slopes making his way down, was again reprimanding me for being a selfish person for putting both me and my brother in danger. At this point, I was feeling like a very bad person. I argued, taking the stand that I understand it is perfectly safe and nobody got injured and we actually had fun. However before I can bring up the "fun" element, my dad, to my horror, decided to exagerate what we did to state his point. He came down really fast, almost hit a cardboard-polar bear, did a mid-air summersault. Just when we was about to hit head-first on the concrete ground, he landed awkwardly but safely on his feet (as if some mysterious force changed his course).

I was furious! I screamed at him, walking back and forth between the carboard-bear and to him, and demonstrating how close he came to making his brains into pudding. He agreed that he was acting like a jerk. And we began to wonder what had made him change his course. It felt supernatural. We agreed, and decided to leave.

Just then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my mom in a half-trans state. She was reaching out... to a ghost! I shouted and dashed toward my mom to stop her. The spirit was a ghost of a wealthy woman (who owned the indoor ski place?), and was bounded to the place by her wealth. Apparently she was not happy about it, and wanted to trade places with my mom (partly because she fell in love at first sight with my handsome dad). She promised my mom wealth, but my mom was not aware that she would be trapped. All my mom had to do was take the ghost's clutch.

(Backtrack) So while my dad and I were arguing, my mom, in her semi-trans state, almost took the clutch. But right at that moment, my dad almost crashed his skull on the concrete floor. The ghost turned from her "mission" and saved my dad.

(Back to the regular timeflow) We told her that she can't do that. And she was gone. My mom took the clutch (without trading place with the ghost). We hurriedly left the place with the money in the clutch. (I grabbed my ALDO heels and tried to put it in my purse so that I can take my other two pairs of shoes.)

Note: The wealthy ghost was not scary at all. In fact, I remember feeling comfortable with her. On the other hand, my family is strangely uncomfortable, with little morals and sense of justice. This family is very different from my family in real life.

You know you're in college when...

2010-03-15T12:19:00.003+08:00

1. ...every noun can be used as a verb and/or an adjective.
2. ...you are willing to trek across campus in painful high heels on weekend nights.

(more to come)

Dream episode

2009-10-27T01:20:00.004+08:00

Day of dream: This morning

I was at University of Dayton, but not quite. I thought it was UD, but it doesn't look anything like UD when I come to think about it now. The weather was good. It was sunny and warm-ish (relatively to Ohio weather). I was walking around campus, at a beautifully maintained garden (a little Greek god-ish). I had walked there many times. Yet today, I noticed that there was a building behind the bushes. A humble, but beautiful greek structure. It was as if the bushes had cleared the way to invite people in. I was curious. I couldn't believe I had missed such a beauty when I had walked by that place so many times.

There was a sign stating that there is an event going on (I didn't see the words, or I don't remember seeing the words no the board), with an arrow at the bottom indicating the location of the event. I walked toward the building, excited by the beauty of it, and also the event that I don't know about.

The interior was not as graceful as the exterior of the structure had demonstrated. It was small and crampy. There were several booths in there, about ten. They lined closed to one another. People were having trouble manuovering, even though the crowd was not thick. The atmosphere was one of an abandoned hall that was used because other locations were not available. I walked about the booths anyway. They are mostly about children education, with colorful toys and equipment to excite the young minds. While the hall was stuffy, the people there brought some life into it.

For one reason or another, NUS High School sent students to present some of their math ideas too. I recognized them by their school uniform. I was amused, and no doubt excited seeing my juniors here, where I least expected them to be. They did not share the same enthusiasm in the fair.

I moved around until the fair was dispersing. I volunteered to tidy up the place. I was alone there with another lady, who feels like a close aunt. The lady and I walked into an office, there were stuffed animals in there. I picked up the stuffed chicken. While I was looking at it, I had allowed its claws to touch my palm. I shiverred and dared not move. The lady took the chicken from me and examined it. Then she took another stuffed animal and tore it open by the neck. Then we heard footsteps. Without a second thought, I closed the door, leaving a small gap open. The man of the place asked me what was going on, he said that I was acting suspiciously, closing the door. (I don't even know why I did it. It is suspicious indeed.) I was scared. I stared out at him, and his eyes looked evil...

I woke. I remember very little. There were children around. Colors, toys, laughter. Orphans. I tried to remember the lady who was with me, my aunt. I asked the adults where she is. Everyone ignored me, thinking I am taking child talk. I was desperate. Then the evil man stood in front of me, with a gentle smile but evil eyes, daring me to ask the question again...

Dreams Episode 30

2009-05-10T01:22:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: this afternoon
Setting: airport-like place

Very confusing relationships...

I had a tiff with my husband (played by 郑炳辉). He was sort-of a bad guy, hot, chauvenistic, cared for me, a very loving husband in general, but he did bad things in his business. I felt repulsed by him, yet he loved me. I was one or two-months pregnant...

Anyway I was at the airport (I have no idea how I ended up there, and I don't think it was arrival or departure either), and I was in a bad mood (probably from my real-life tiff with my parents). My husband's brothers came to fetch me, his elder brother driving, and his younger brother in the passenger's seat. The elder brother can seldom make up his mind, and often does what he was told to do. The younger one was a adorable, carefree guy.

I took the back seat. And chatted with them. I was glad my husband could not make it to fetch me. I soon found out that he would be coming later, and was rather disappointed. The elder brother wanted to get something from the bookstore (weird...). The younger brother, noticing my gloom, asked the elder brother if he would find some joke-books to "cure" me (he was being soooo sweet). I decided that I would use the toilet, and excused myself.

While I was in the toilet, I had thoughts of "escaping" from my husband, wanting to avoid him. When I was leaving the toilet, I saw him approaching the vehicle. I ran back into the toilet and hid there. I was there for quite awhile. I thought about our marriage, about how much I loved him and yet repulsed him for all the bad things that he did. I thought about our baby growing in my tummy, and about our family...

I must have stayed in there for quite a while. He came looking for me. I wanted to hide from him. So I hid in the cubicle (a large comfortable one). Then I started bleeding... I was scared. I knew how much he cared about the baby. I wanted so much to see him, to run into his arms, for him to protect me and our baby, he would know what to do. Yet I also wished to avoid him, I didn't even know if I still want to baby...

Dreams Episode 29

2009-05-10T00:03:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: many many nights ago
Setting: A row of rundown shop-houses

This is a story that reminds me of Hansel and Gretel... So for convenience sake, we'll call the brother Hansel and the (younger) sister Gretel.

Among the rows of rundown shop-houses, there was a particular house, where Hansel and Gretel lived. They did not go to school, but played all day while their father went to work and their mother do the chores.

There were very little people living in that area, especially no families. But thank goodness Hansel and Gretel have each other, and their imagination and taste for adventure. Next to their humble home lived a middle-aged spinster. She was a lean woman, who always wore robes that swept the floor. She kept a garden with queer vegetables, and had deliveries in boxes every week.

Hansel and Gretel were intimidated by their neighbor. But curiousity would put them behind their door, observing their neighbor from the distant. They were convinced she was a witch.

There is where I came in. I can barely remember how I get into the picture. I was exploring the area, the row of shop-houses just before where the siblings lived. It was the next alley, where the back of the next row of shop-houses are. The second shop-house had a short staircase leading up to a locked metal panel door. I found out that the hinge with the lock can be forced out, since the plaster around the hinge was worn.

One day, Hansel and Gretel decided to be adventurous and to explore their neighbor's place. Somehow I am convinced that a wizard living nearby tricked them into getting something for him. Well the siblings snuck in her house, and was found out. We tried running away. I brought them to where the locked metal panel door can be forced open. We clamberred up the stairs and through the door, and closed it behind us. I sat by the door, panting for breath. The magician in his clumsy robes beside me, and Hansel sat opposite me next to the closed door.

I watched the witch passed by, and returned to her house when she failed to find us. That was when Hansel noticed that Gretel was not with us. "The witch must have taken her," he exclaimed, "we must save her."

I said, "No way I am going back there." The magician was not willing either. Hansel wanted so much to save his sister. The magician thought it was a bad idea, since the witch needs the sacrifice of both a little boy and a little girl for her magic to work, and killing Gretel without her brother would not help in her magic. But Hansel feared for his sister's life (actually I think I remember something along the lines of Hansel fearing that he would not be able to answer to his parents...)

Despite the magician's protests, Hansel squirmed out of our tiny shared space, to save Gretel...

A New Wish List

2009-04-25T00:05:00.002+08:00

A list of things that I want to do, preferbly before school starts...

1. Learn sign language
2. Learn Latin
3. Read more books, magazines
4. Clean my room and throw out stuff that I don't "love"
5. Dance -- already taking up Lyrical Jazz
6. Take up singing
7. Check out on ACManiacs and see if there's any hope of bringing it back to life again, and set to it
8. Learn to cook, starting with pasta, and fried eggs...
9. Bake for my lovely canoe polo juniors
10. Go cable-skiing
11. Go wakeboarding -- probably joining a one-day class in May
12. Scuba diving trip -- need to save up enough for this
13. Bungee-jumping, then sky-diving
14. Go travelling in the middle-east (I have always been intrigued by it)

And more....

Dreams Episode 28

2009-01-09T21:00:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: last night

Setting: A castle-cottage hybrid

This story may seem a little weird, with Harry Potter characters, and Pusing Daisies twist. The story, as usual, may not make sense at all... I'd admit, it is weird.

I glanced at the walls, and wonder if they only appeared grey and brownish because I am dreaming. The empty vault reflected how cold it would be if it weren't for the layers of Harry Potter robes I was wearing. I was wearing Harry Potter black robes, completed with a crest! They did make me feel fatter. But most importantly, they make me feel like Harry Potter. Was I him? Who exactly am I. Wait I see a boy with silver hair. I guess that must me Malfoy. There seemed to be an arguement. I can't quite remember what it was about now...

Malfoy stormed out. I could see him from the outside. He was furious. Turning to the list of plaque with the long list of principles' names engraved in wooden plates throughout history, he tore some of them out, and ran off. The people in the office came after him, and realized the missing plates from the plaque. Malfoy was terrified. (Suddenly I was in front of him) I urged him to discard the plates. He threw some of the window, but kept some in hope of who-knows-what. We continued running, and the threw the plates into a corner, the corner with two doors that lead to my room and Ron's room respectively. The plates *magically* stuck themselves to Ron's door, like metal to magnet.

Those people with authority caught up, and intended to find out who took the plates from the plaque. They found them on Ron's room, and insisted that Ron was the culprit. I was devasted, wanting to tell the truth, yet I promised Malfoy to keep my mouth shut. I tried to buy time. Pacing forward and backward... Trying to dissuade them into believing that Ron is behind the missing plates.

Those people with authority were discussing, and seems to think that a dead person who came back walking, also known as the un-dead, might be behind this. It was true that an un-dead was around, and at that moment, they were trying to figure out who that might be. I stared out of the window that leads to a beautiful garden, thinking hard. Then something caught my eye. A young lady in a retro dress (the kind of nice dresses that you'll find in Pushing Daisies) was rinsing herself hard at the tap. I turned around and said, "Look that woman there is rinsing herself so hard, and why would that be? Perhaps she was trying to rinse off her decaying smell so that bugs and worms would not feed on her. She is the one you're looking for!"

Dreams Episode 27

2008-10-12T00:08:00.001+08:00

Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: in the middle of a town, then to a holiday cottage in a village

I was a superhero, using my super powers to save the world from dangers. After a recent mission in a small town, I started to wonder what it would be like to live for myself, to love and be loved, and for once can care less about the misfortunes of the world. I told my partner about how I felt, and he/she supported my decision, and agreed that I should take a break. I was doubtful for awhile, yet with his/her encouragement, I took flight (literally) to search for my love.

Important sidenote -- while i was flying, I felt the same way when I was flying in Dreams episode 16. Although I was not on a flying vechile/machine in this dream (I was flying even without wings), I had trouble controlling my direction. I continued to ascend, even when I would like to fly closer to the ground. Conscious attempt to descend failed.

Soon I arrived at a village, with a beautiful cottage. I knocked on it and entered. This was the holiday cottage of a demi-royalty, decorated to resemble a true cottage, yet the rooms are modern in its decorations. Then suddenly, my eyes met his, and at that moment I knew that he was the one whom I was looking for. Yet before I could know more of him, he was ushered by his parents to accompany a lady to the lake, while I was invited to sit at the dining table by the window, overlooking the lake near the cottage.

I was served with tea and cookies, on elegant dining ware. Yet my mind was not on the food in front of me, but on the lake and the couple peddling on the water in a swan ship. I did not remember his face from our brief encounter. Thus I stared, hoping to get a better look of his face from this distance. He was gentlemanly and charming no doubt, engaging in a conversation with his company. I was not the only one paying attention to the activities on the lake. His mother commented that the girl whom he was escorting, having known each other for several years, and being of high-birth, was a perfect match for him. There was nothing I could do, except to stare, and pray for his speedy return.

I did not say much during the wait. Finally, after what seems like forever, he returned with his company. His mother anxiously enquired about their development. While he avoided questions and provided ambigious answers to the necessary ones, I admired his every tiniest movement. After the gentle interogation from his mother, he asked me gently if I would like to make a trip to the lake. His mother said that it was unnecessary, and that it was getting dark. He turned to me and searched for an answer with his gentle eyes, I smiled. Then to his mother, he insisted that he would bring me to the lake, and helped me prepare to go outdoors...

Dreams Episode 26

2008-10-08T19:57:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: cruise on a legend ship, olden english style

Me and my three girlfriends (not anyone I know of in my waking life) went on a cruise on this old english ship, built out of beautiful wood which age resonates in its matted reflection. Not an inch of cold metal can be found, with the exception of dining utensils, which makes the ship feels lighter, warmer, and more personal. Despite being built out of wood, the trusted construction and engineering has allowed the ship to hold cabins, entertainment facilities, and room for amateur explorers.

We left our stuff in our rooms (either not shown in dream, or I could not remember it), changed into calf-length casual dresses that matched the time and taste of the ship, and proceeded to the dinning room. We were seated on a small round table, which were matched with wooden chairs. While our coffee and tea were served in delicate china and silver tea-spoons, the captain joined us. He was in his mid thirties, a well-built man with wide shoulders, topped with a handsome head, great hair, and a charming personality. It did not take long before we were engaged in a friendly dialogue.

In the middle of a conversation, one of them (let's name her Anne) excused herself to the washroom. Upon seeing that Jennie (given name) has taken a keen interest in the captain, my friend and I both excused ourselves to give Jennie and the captain a little time alone, which was gracefully consented by the captain. We met Anne outside the washroom, and speculated about Jennie and the captain.

Thinking that enough time has been given, we returned to the dining area, expecting Jennie and the captain the gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Yet the sight that greeted us shocked us. In the captain's uniform was not the handsome man, but a strong slimey sea monster with skin from the ocean drapped on a human frame. He was grabbing at Jennie's waist, seemingly unaware of her stuggle and screams.

We were dazed, until the monster shifted his stare to us. Those half-human-half-monster eyes were filled with hatred, and fear. We screamed, and ran down the narrow corridor, when suddenly, the wooden planks beneath our feet gave way to our heels...

Shape your path

2008-10-07T12:01:00.001+08:00

from Mr. Andrew, Bio class...

1 good and valid reason to drink lots of beer!

"Accidentally" drink a little methanol (make sure its just a little, any more of it will kill you). Then you can drink as much beer as you like, on the basis that it is necessary to save your life.

This is because methanol poisoning is a result of methanol binding to some enzyme in your body. By introducing alcohol, it reduces the chances of this binding as alcohol shares a similar structure as methanol. The O-H on both molecules compete for binding at the binding-site of the enzyme. As we learn in biology, in competitive inhibition, the substrate with the higher concentration has a higher rate of sucess at binding. Drinking lots of beer increases the concentration of alcohol in your body, reducing the rate of sucessful methanol binding, and thus reducing the risk of methanol poisoning.

WARNING: Methanol is a dangerous chemical to triffle with, especially when you are consuming it. And while you may not die from methanol poisoning, alcohol overdose can kill you, in various methods.

Dreams Episode 25

2008-10-04T20:20:00.001+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: A pub, which later in the dream, revealed itself to be in the airport (it was suppose to be Singapore Airport, although it looks nothing like it)

This was the night life! People were dancing, music blasting (I think), lights flashing. I was out with my primary school friends, in a dimly lit cubicle in this pub. We were drinking a little, and chatting alot. Then one by one, they went off onto the dance floor, leaving just a few of us behind. Wee Lic was drinking a little too much, not because he was emotionally traumatised, but simply because of a dare. And he got a little high...

I left the cubicle to get a piece of damp towel, and some proper food and drinks for him. I approached the bartender, yet the bench was extremely crowded. So I walked along to bench, hoping to find a less crowded spot so that I can buy a cup of berry juice (or some other fruit juice, or another drink that is red-ish in color).

I kept walking, until I came to a corner where there were 2 small colorful plastic tables and lots of crayons. The walls were brightly painted, although the corner remained rather dark, and the ground was padded with soft puzzle mat. (A kids' corner in a rather wild pub?!) A couple of kids were kneeling next to the tables, coloring on their respective black and white pictures. I joined them, sitting down on the floor next to one of the children, and watched her fill up the white spaces. The other child came over...

I was walking again, going down in the direction I was walking in. The bar-followed-by-the-kids'-corner-and-many-more formed an oval space with a conglomeration of stores in the middle (of I-have-no-idea-where). I moved along the oval, passing by some other stores selling faniful items, and then finally coming to the other side. There were game booths on this side. I watched them as they played. I wanted to play too, but realized that I haven' t gotten my drink. So I returned to the bar and got my berry juice.

Returning to the cubicle, I left the juice for my so-drunk-that-he-was-barely-conscious friend, sat there for awhile, then grabbed my purse and left, leaving Wee Lic in the good hands of the rest of them. I walked in the same direction, yet I did not stop to look at any of the items. I did not move along the oval either. I kept walking straight, passed the conglomeration-of-stores-oval, and kept walking.

Then I came to a library, the children's section. There were shelves of books, and stools for the children to sit on. The adults' section were close-by, and the refrence section were upstairs, on the demi-2nd-floor. I remembered that my mother brought me and my brother here when we were younger, when we were waiting for our flight (only in the dream reality). It was the airport! My dad and bro joined me, followed by my cousin Ting.

We left the library, coming to a row of snacks vending machines. Yet this vending machine is unlike the conventional -- the tibbits were all displayed, with no barriers. It was a test of honesty and integrity for the patrons. Patrons were welcomed to take the snacks and leave the proper chnage in the box with a slot of coins. Yet we failed the test. There were no-one else around... We were dishonest, taking the snacks without paying for them. I knew it was wrong... I took some and said, "I think we should stop. Let's not take too much."

There was a movable office chair nearby. I grabbed that chair, and kneeling on it, I wheeled, with my dad, brother, and cousin following. I think we knew that we can't take the chair with us, but we did anyway.

We came to a busier section of the airport, where people were waiting for their flights to depart. I feared we would be caught for our chair, and I sounded my concern to my company. My dad reassured me that it would be fine. I was not convinced, but I continued wheeling, cautiously. Finally we got caught. Given a gentle reminder that that chair was not allowed here, and that we return the chair, we graciously gave it back. I was rather reliefed.

With my dad and bro, we walked to the outside of the airport. (I have no idea where Ting went.) The sky was exceptionally blue, and the atmostphere was peaceful. The building that we left was zen and so was the landscape marked with squarish green patches of carpet grass and trees. As we were leaving, my dad met his friend, who asked him what he was doing there. My dad replied, "Surveying." And right at that moment I thought, "Wouldn't another phrase (something about knowing your enemy ensures higher success) be more appropriate?"

Dreams Episode 24

2008-10-02T18:36:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: 2 nights ago
Setting: Nanyang Girls' High School Auditorium, with NUS High School's Auditorium backstage

We were having a drama performance, where I was acting as a princess. I had 2 dresses, both identical in design, only differing in colors. The dresses were thin-strapped, fairy-like, and slightly above the knee. They were the typical fairy-tale short-er princess dresses. My first dress was white, and I changed it to baby pink for the latter part of the show.

After my last scene, I went backstage, and put on a sweater, waiting for the closing bow. I went to the toilet backstage to use the mirror. I tidied my hair a little, and thought that my jacket, with its slightly darker purple-pink, rather matches the pink dress that I was wearing. Then I was ushered out for the bow.

I went onstage, thinking I might have forgotten something. The seats were not very filled. I spotted Dr. Seah in one of the seats slightly to the left, Dr. Wong in one of the seats slightly to the right, and Mr. Ang with the management at the first few rows. I took my bow and returned backstage, only to realize that I forgot to take off my sweater...

Dreams Episode 23

2008-10-01T21:00:00.004+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: a hybrid of a train station and the Singapore Air Force show ground

There was a carnival in town. A really big and fanciful one. And everything, including the crew, the games, and the rides, are contained within one plane. And it scared me. It was one of those highly-mobile despite its gigantism helicopters. I was hesitant in going in at first. However after promting from the clowns in the crowd, and much tugging from my friend, I stepped into the plane, cautiously, reluctantly, and a little excited.

The rooms filled with various activities were lined on the right. I passed by the first room, it was filled with game stations and virtual racing. I was feeling lazy, so I moved on. I passed by the second room, it was filled with baby rides, mini-pirate ships, and flying elephants. I thought it was too childish for me, so I moved on. I passed by the 3rd room, it was filled with virtual adventures, a little too dark for me. My friend, who was with me, decided on one room, and went on to have fun.

I continued on. Then a sign on my right says "Train Ride", with an arrow that points diagonally upward. I thought it was perfect, sitting on the train, enjoying every surprise that each turn brings. So I followed the sign and got up a narrow flight of cold-metal stairs. More signs lined up along to corridor leading to the ride. I grew increasing hesitant. As I walked, a dwarf appeared, walking toward me along the narrow corridor. He asked "Are you there for the Train Ride? Continue down this..." "No!" I interrupted. As in out of fear, I turned and ran, down the narrow corridor and down the stairs. My mind was crying for the open space outside.

When I reached the entrance, there were police inspectors there. As I was wondering what was going on, a detective, whom I knew (only in this dream) spotted me, and dragged me aside. He asked me if I knew what was going on. Before i could reply, he told me that the clowns are criminals, using this carnival to transport people to an alternate dimension. "People wouldn't even realize that they are being transport. Most people would willingly go," the detective explained. I was shocked, and tried to go back to look for my friends. But the detective stopped me from going in, as in the plane itself contains evil beyond explantion.

It turned out that the evil-criminal-clowns would transport people using trains that ran beside where the plane is parked. The detective explained that he would just have to stop those trains from moving. He moved onto the track, followed by me and the police force, and claimed that he has the authority to inspect all the trains. Yet the clowns continued, and the trained continued. People on the trains looked happy.

The detective tried shouting at the people, commanding them to get off the train for their own safety. At first, no one listened. The trains moved. The detective never give up, shouting, commanding. People slowly acknowledges his presence, turning to look at him. Yet their expressions displayed neither confusion, nor fear. It was a display of menace, and evil grins. Seeing such, he froze, and it was silent, save for the moving train on the tracks.

Then he wondered out loud, "Have we already been transported to the alternate dimension, somehow?" I stared at him, and wondered too, wondering what would happen to us...

Dreams Episode 22

2008-09-30T22:33:00.001+08:00

Day of dream: last night

It was after canoe polo pool training. While we usually have trainings at NUS swimming pool, we did not in this dream. The swimming pool was nicer, and cooler (partially because it was sheltered).

Everyone decided to go for dinner somewhere nice (something related to my birthday...). So everyone decided to go wash up. As usual, the guys and girls went to the respective shower areas. The shower area similar to those in public swimming pools -- basic necessities met, and rather wet.

The girls went into different shower cabinets. I spent a really long time. Although that happens in reality, me spending more time than my team mates in the showers, I never go beyond half an hour... Forty minutes is the most I would spend. Yet in my dream, I spent so long that I was the only one left in the shower area. I kept getting the feeling that the soap has not been completely rinsed off.

When I am finally done, everyone was waiting outside, on the verge of losing their patience, some were teasing me. While we were walking, I realized that I took about an hour to wash-up... No wonder they were loosing their patience... Haha.

This dream reminds me of this once when I asked them to wait for me so that we can go for dinner at NUS canteen together. I was, naturally, the last one. (The guys were really nice to wait.) We went to the canteen together, but I left early, without having dinner, to catch the bus...

Dreams Episode 21

2008-09-29T00:07:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: my aunt's house, a bigger, more luxurious version

This dream is about an attempt to hide a murder committed. Involves my cousins, Ting (my younger cousin), Wen (my elder cousin), and Jun (Wen's boyfriend).

Ting murdered Wen and drugged Jun. Ting is going to hide the body and frame Jun. With a big fanciful dining table set up, with sumptious food prepared by Wen, Ting placed Jun on a chair, with him sitting upright. She then placed a fork and a knife in Jun's hands. Placing the food nicely in front of Jun, Ting pushed Wen's body under the table, trying to make it appear as Jun had killed Wen while eating and had stuffed her under the table in attempt to hide her body in a hurry.

Ting then turned to me, who had been watching the whole thing, not knowing how to react, and warned me against speaking a word about this to anyone. Then my mom and my aunt returned...

I can't quite remember what happened next...

Jun woke up. The body was not under the table anymore. It has been moved upstairs. My aunt asked me where Wen is. Ting shot me a glance. I wanted everyone to know that Ting has killed Wen, yet I dare not tell...

Dreams Episode 20

2008-09-25T22:55:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: a few nights ago

This is just weird...

I was hot, confident, young, with a career of my own, and married (I told you it's weird). My husband, who did not quite appear in my dream yet I knew him from my dream consciousness, was a relatively young, sucessful, good looking, and charming man.

This seemed like a perfect marriage, if we were married to only one spouse. I was not my husband's only wife. (Yea, why would I marry a polygamous man?!) He had an older wife as well. She was posh lady, who gave a impression of a woman with a strong character. Although our family had no children, we lived together in harmony. My sister-wife and I maitained a seemingly good relationship.

Yet that day, I found out that my husband was seeing another woman. I was angry. I did not want another sister-wife to share my husband (which brings us to the question of how I came join this family). I told my sister-wife about it, and suggested we sabotage them. The usually decisive elder wife became an uncertain scardy cat. Perhaps I mentioned something about murder? *shrugs* I was venting my angst, cutting up the one-seat couch with a knife...

Scary + werid dream...
Maybe that is how I would be if provoked? Perhaps it also reflected some of my thoughts and feelings as well.
Side note -- I think this dream may be influenced by one of the episodes of Pushing Daisies, where the guy have many wives living together in peace (seemingly).

Dreams Episode 19

2008-09-24T23:07:00.006+08:00

Day of Dream: last night
Setting: no idea

It was after training. The canoe polo team, guys and girls and coach, were walking back (to no idea where) on a complex pedestrian network consisting of roads, escalators, and travellators. Everyone was walking and talking. Tingan, Yingzhen and Hengfoo did most of the talking. Cannot quite remember what they said. Some random stuff...

Some of the guys were on the travellators above us. Jehon decided to be an urban monkey, and swung off the travellator, attempting to jump on ours. While he was about to jump, I was about to be directly under his travellator. He tried to stop, but lost grip and fell, almost killing me...

The group continued moving. It started to drizzle. Hengfoo gathered us under a big green road sign post by the side od the complex pedestrian network. Everyone was seated, and he was giving out the year 4s' exercise books. Reading out the names off the exercise books, Hengfoo suddenly said "Tan-Li". Everyone, except for the pranker and those in the know, was left in a state of confusion. Yingzhen started laughing, finding the notion of having "Tan Li" among us extremely amusing. Laughter was infectious, and the year 6s laughed along.

Finally Xuan Hao and Tiong revealed that Tingan had changed the name on her excercise book earlier, attempting a prank on Hengfoo. Everyone was amused, and laughed. Hengfoo inlcluded, except he was about to start on a lecture again... haha

Personally, I find the random associations in this dream puzzling.
First, why do we use exercise books in canoe polo? Besides our school uses foolscap paper instead of exercise books for assignments.
Second, how is Tan Li related to canoe polo? Why did Tingan change it to "Tan Li" instead of some other name?

Sidenote: Many details might be missing, and the order might have been jumbled up too. However I do think the prank is funny.

Dreams Episode 18

2008-09-21T23:03:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: a few nights ago

I have no idea where I was. No specific place really. This is a really random one...

Theophillus, a schoolmate/classmate of mine, has a younger sister (not in real life though), about 3 or 4 years old? And I think Theo, with his sister, and I kinda bumped into each other somewhere (along the corridor at some HDB flat?). So I kinda offered to babysit his sister for awhile. Well, actually, I think I insisted to babysit his sister so that I can play with her.

So I brought (kidnapped?) her to the living room that look nothing like a HDB living room. The room is spacious, with a simple-minimalist couch lining one wall, and a simple-minimalist coffee table slightly in front of the couch. To the right of the couch is a glass wall overlooking a sea with ruins along its shores. The glass wall has a full-lenght maroon velvet curtain hanging over it, and can be converted to a gigantic television. (<-- definitely not HDB) Theo's sister was quite an angel... for a while at least. Then the little angel fell (not literally) and became a devil incarnate. But I was stuck with that angel-turned-devil, so I had to entertain her. I turned on the television (the glass wall thing), but that was not enough for her. She insisted I play with her and give her candies, and was jumping around and clinging on to me. I was so exhausted after a while I was simply staring at the sea scene beyond the glass wall while Donald Duck played on the glass, in silent mode...

Dreams Episode 17

2008-09-21T22:39:00.005+08:00

Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: Ministry of Education Co-curricular Activity Branch Swimming pool + Clinic (the one that I work at)

My finger got injured a few weeks ago, and is currently heavily bandaged. So I cannot go down int othe water to play. (Real life reflected in dream...)

There was a game that day, but with my injured finger, I cannot play. So I got there a little late to watch the game (no faults here, there is no obligation for me to be early since I am not playing). The game was starting. The weird thing is, the chasers, with Yingzhen representing our team, were in the baby pool.

The referee tossed the ball, and the chasers went for it. They both got onto land, very far away from the pool, yet they both looked comfortable manuevering their boats on land, and fought for the ball. Yingzhen did an impressive stern turn on land, her boat bent in the middle (without breaking of course... the boat is suddenly flexible!), with the stern on the ground and the bow pointing skywards (unless your boat is made of rubber, or you have no objection spending a few thousand dollars getting another boat, do not try it). The game soon proceeded to the main pool, where the games are usually held, in real life.

I had to go for work, so I left...

The next thing I know, I am at the clinic. However there were already two clinic assistants there, two guy clinic assistants, which the clinic does not hire in real life, yet I knew they were the our clinic assistants. I stood at one side, in the cramped space, and thought for awhile. Then did I realize that I did not have any work slot that day. So I called someone (can't remember who, someone in the canoe polo team) and told her, "Ahhh! I don't have work today! I could have stayed and finish watching the game! Bleh." (or something along those lines)

Dreams (Grace's dream)

2008-07-28T22:43:00.002+08:00

Grassy told me about the dream that she had last night. It amuses me to a large extent.

In her dream, we got Yingzhen a banana-chocolate cake for her birthday after pool training. Wee Chye decided to be funny and tried to smash the cake on Yingzhen's face... It failed and the cake fell into the pool. So there was no more cake. Ting An was crying. And Xuan Hao suggested that he would go to Clementi to get another cake. For some weird unknown reason, I ran with him (which is probably very fast since Xuan Hao is a fast runner) to Clementi to get a (pandan) cake for Yingzhen...

Now the shocking fact is that I hate running and would avoid it if there is even the slightest chance of doing so. The thing that amuses me the most is the (dreamy) fact that I ran from NUS pool to Clementi, to get a PANDAN CAKE! How un-worth-it is the running?!

Thank you Grace for having so much faith in me.
And hey Yingzhen, I did the thing that I dreaded most just to get you a cake!

Dreams Episode 16

2008-07-12T22:33:00.004+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: A futuristic and dreamy place, covered mostly with clear, fresh water. It has a gigantic red dome somewhere.

It is a really cool place. The sky is blue and clear as water. The lush green grass was well trimmed. I cannot remember whether I was a citizen or simply a visitor. There was this really cool machine that you can use to fly and travel around the place. I went on one and took off, past the lush green pasture and came to a red dome.

The flying machine was tiny, about the size of a baby toy car. I felt as if I was falling off whenever I move. At the beginning, I kept going up, slowly. I did not know how to go down, to get closer to the water. I went on the second time, and finally figured out how to manuver it with slightly a little grace. I brushed past the great red dome and came to the great lake.

I got closer to the water, it was clear and reflective, reflecting the sky above. As I was only an amateur with that machine, I crashed into the water, drowning the machine. Slowly I swam to the nearest platform. It was a shrine built with milky-white polished marble. The combination of the cold marble surface and the warm sunrays on my skin was a great comfort to me. I lay there for a while, enjoying that feeling on my skin.

Opposite my marble slab was a little marble house on a bigger piece of marble slab. The priest lives there. There were many people there then, the priest, a young girl (the priest's daughter), a young man (possibly a suiter whom the daughter may be in love with, he has a well toned-body), and a bunch of old men (possibly the seniors of the community)

Can't remember the details, but my impression was that the suiter was sent to complete some challenge. It was as if the priest and the bunch of old men rejected him. The priest's daughter looked sad when the young man leave. Poor couple...

I think I remember me with a cake somewhere in that marble house...

Dreams Episode 15

2008-07-12T21:16:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: a theatre, with luxurious seats and a run-down backstage

Story:
The theatre looked fabulous -- luxurious seats, tasteful decoration, and enchanting lighting! It was a perfect setting for an interactive mystery play to be held. Even the backstage was filled with suspense. Yet unlike the gorgous audience space, the backstage was a mess. The grey concrete wall and floor minus a few degrees off the thermometer. The backstage excess looked unwelcoming. They seemed to be locked. Props and sets, broken or not, were left all over the place, leaving barely any walking space along the back of the age-yellowed backdrop.

The play we were holding was about a murder case, in which the audience were encouraged to take part in the play, as they each hold a decisive power over the verdict. The actors acted out scenes before and after the murder, and were allowed to move downstage to discretely convince the audience their own side of the story. There was lots of personal interaction between the actors and the audience, as some of the audience may hear from different actors.

I went onstage, acted out a scene with my fellow actors. And then I moved offstage to convince the front row of audience, delivering my story. At that point, I cannot distinguish between myself being an actor and the role I was playing.

After playing my part, I went backstage, and sat down on the foldable-plastic chair. After a second or two, I decided to walk about a little. I walked past the seemingly locked backstage door, and a man looked through it with angry eyes. He was tall and skinny. His skin was pale, as if the grey walls around him has dyed his cheeks to the same shade. The grey he was wearing made him looked more sickly. Yet his eyes burned with a fury that can no longer be contained.

Scared as I was, I walked past quickly. Yet the man was quick. He opened the door and came screaming at me, demanding my life. I had no where to run, but onto the stage. It was my co-actor turn to convince the audience downstage. Yet I interrupted, running offstage to lose the mad man, while going to the audince, pointing at the man and whispered, 'He wants to kill me. Somebody, help me! Please!' Nobody believed me of course. They, including my co-actor, thought it was part of the play, the surprise part. I was close to tears.

A detective, a well-dressed gentleman seated on the 5th row (approximately) noticed something was amissed, and helped me. He took me out of the theatre, trying to avoid the mad man. Yet the mad man caught sight of us. He did not dare to do much as the detective was with me.

However for a brilliant detective like him, he failed to lose the mad man. He drove me to the police station to make a report. Then he even led the mad man to where he would be 'keeping me safe'.

The detective knew that the mad man would attack me that night. So he hid me. The mad man came at night, quietly hunting for me...

What a weird dream...

Teaching a child the concept of ZERO

2008-06-23T21:20:00.005+08:00

It is a common believe that we learn math beginning with counting numbers, starting with the simplest 1, 2, 3, 4... It is said that the concept of zero come only much later. It is also believed that it is difficult to teach a child the concept of zero.

Now I present a solution to this problem. The solution will enable you to teach a young child (age 18 months and above), the concept of zero.

Suggested Materials
Candies / the child's favorite toy(s)

Steps:
1. Give the child one candy, and tell him/her that that is '1 candy'.
2. Give the child another candy, and tell him/her that that is '2 candies'.
3. Repeat the above steps until you or the child is happy. (It would be good if the child is holding on to some candies in his little fist.)
4. Now take away all the candies (by force, if you need to, that's how a child learn) and tell him/her that that is 'zero candy' (and laugh your evil laugh). (Note: Do not return him/her the candies.)

How simple can that be? Stop making things so complicated! ^^

Disclaimer:
No child is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Dreams epdisode 13

2008-05-10T15:28:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: A few days ago
Setting: A castle-like place, with many tastefully decorated rooms, Victorian style. One of the rooms is a small theatre, with rows of red cushioned seats, and decorations in gold. However rather than a stage, it has a huge aquarium, the size of a stage. It is practically a glassed-up stage, with red velvet curtains.

Story:
A few friends and I were exploring this castle. I can't remember how, but we ended up in this small theatre. The stage curtains were drawn. Out of curiousity, we opened it, and saw this gignatic octopus (large enough to fill up the entire tank). We stood for a moment, stunt. The octopus started tapping its tentacles hard against the glass of its prison. After a few taps, I realized that we were going to be in trouble, and screamed RUN! We swang the exit open and ran into the door opposite the theatre. Just a side-note, the corridor is really narrow for a castle with so many rooms.

We locked the door and braced ourselves. Then a crashing noise came, followed by a tiny flood of water from under the door. The monstrous octopus was out. For some reason, we decided that it is not safe in the room we were in. So we left the empty room and ran for the door on the right. That room was similarly empty. We stayed there for a while, decided it was not as safe, and ran back to the previous room...

Dreams Episode 12

2008-05-10T12:27:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: approximately a week ago
Setting: NUS High School 5th floor
Story:
I was in the art studio, clearing my works and all. Don't quite remember the details, but I think it's almost the end of school. After clearing everything, I went out for a walk (still on the 5th floor). I kept walking until I reached the netball court (isn't suppose to be a very long distance), and sat down at the bench with a few friends.

Then there was this gigantic fly, about the size of a grown human. It was dying, or dead, can't be quite certain about it. I picked it up, it feels like a real fly (or what I thought a fly would feel like if you are able to hug it). It completely blocked my view. I think I might have wanted to let it fly. So I threw it off the 5th floor, and it glided down, attempting to flap its wings, but its body just seemed too heavy. After awhile, it splashed into the empty eco-pond. Then, I was certain it was dead.

I returned to the studio, stayed there for a while, and return to where I found the gigantic fly. Dr. Wong had decided to move her orchestral practice to the fifth floor. They were rehearsing for a performance for SIMC (Singapore International Mathematical Challenge) that is to be held in our school. For one reason or another, Dr. Wong asked me to join the cellist. A cello appeared out of nowhere... Then I decided I shall play the recorder instead. So I will be playing the main melody on recorder with one other person. And so the rehearsal continued on the 5th floor...

Dreams Episode 11

2008-04-26T00:37:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: two nights ago
Setting: NUS High School
Story:
Not much of a story here... But it is a beautiful and blissful one! ^^

I finished my studio art pieces, done with them forever and ever. They had been moved to somewhere, and were no longer in the dirty and dusty studio. It was a day of joy and bliss.

I walked to the canteen. The area behind the theatrette, where the fitness corner is, was replaced by a hill. In my dream, I thought it had always been there, but nobody did anything to the plain old, muddy hill. But that day, the hill was planted with sunflowers. Those big ones that can turn the brown hill to a warm yellow. It was so beautiful, I ran into it and sat there, among the sunflowers, and felt bliss as I stare and did nothing more.

Note: I was trying to rush out art pieces and finish everything this week. Always, this dream came before the marked exam papers did.

Dreams Episode 10

2008-04-23T17:06:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: this afternoon
Setting: swimming pool
Story:

There was canoe polo training and I was slightly late. I arrived, seeing some new players who are joining us for fun, including Margaret, and Lynn. They, with Yingzhen and coach, were at the side of the pool where I came in from. They were just hanging around and seemed like they were practising rolling too (Yingzhen only). I asked them if they were. Yingzhen asked me to get into my boat in her cheeky tone.

While I was getting into my boat, coach asked me to take a ball and shoot, with Lian Han as the keeper, and Lian Han will try capping me. I was like okay, since I had been thinking about practising recovery. Got a ball, and sort of drove in. The next scene was a blur. I either got capped really hard, and managed to get up, with the ball still in my arms. Or my boat collided with something (probably the keeper) and I kinda had a concussion.

Anyway, I ended up on the other end of the pool, feeling quite faint (I have no idea how that can happen in a dream). Yingzhen got out of her boat and checked on me. After awhile, I recovered. Yingzhen told me that Fiona joined us then too. So I paddled/swam toward the group (every was there), found Fiona, and poked her...

Scene 2 --
After training, a friend and I decided to go swimming. My friend was swimming at the swallower end, while I plunged into the depper end, with my kayak. After swimming for awhile, I noticed the water level at the deeper end was dropping. It turned out that the depth of the pool was determined by steps, gigantic steps (the deepest end was really really deep). I had to climb the steps (without my kayak, thank goodness), to reach my friend and get out of the pool. It was difficult, but I kept climbing... Although I did not see myself reaching my friend or getting out of the pool.

Scene 3 --
A visual image of the design of the pool. The water for the pool came from the ceiling. It just so happened that I am in the water-pathway, when I was climbing. The pressure alone could have crushed my skull...

Torturing People Part 15

2008-04-21T20:14:00.003+08:00

Plaster Facial

Suggested materials
1 pink fluffy couch-bed
Cleansing foam
Incense -- rose
Tissue paper
Plaster power
Water

Steps:
1. Convince your victim to lie down on the absolutely cozy pink fluffy couch-bed, which shouldn't be too hard. (If you fail this, you should really reconsider visitn this blog for tortures again.)
2. Brief your victim on the scheme: a unique facial. (whihc is true)
3. Cleanse your victim's face with cleansing foam.
4. Prepare the mask: Prepare a bowl of water, add plaster powder a little bit at a time, until saturation (plaster powder no longer sink).
5. Light the rose incense.
6. Place a layer of tissue on his/her face.
7. Gently apply the mask on your victim's face. Ensure that there is a layer of tissue between the skin and the plaster.
8. Leave it for 3 hours (the longer the better).
9. Remove mask, and convince your victim the dryness on the skin is the desired effect (which is true, for you, not your victim).

Note: The dry feeling your victim will feel is real. It's the itchy, dry, and I-don't-want-to-touch-it kind. It is REALLY subtle. ^^ But don't worry, it'll heal... in time...

Disclaimer
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Dreams Episode 9

2008-04-20T11:21:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: Brent International School's swimming pool
Story:
It was suppose to be canoe polo training (because everyone, including coach, were there), but we don't have any canoe, or canoe polo balls. We were practicing swimming. That is not the weirdest thing, although we don't usually waste precious pool time on swimming, but it does help build our stamina. Anyway, the weirdest thing was that I was wearing a bikini (I don't have one at the time being, and I would NEVER wear it for 'heavy duty' like trainings and serious swimming). Okay the second weirdest was... Well... the top just slid off... (that was just PURE embarrassment) Anyway, the inside of the bikini is this horrible bright blue (triangles) and striking red (circles) DON'T ASK, which I personally feel, at that point of time, are two terrible colors and one horrifying color combination. And the worst thing was, I kinda jumped out of the pool without my top... Although nobody saw it (I think... I hope... Let's believe so).

Okay so much for the embarrassment and the worst parts of the dream... I got the top back on, and got out fo the pool. Everyone else (most of them anyway) were at the edge of the pool. I practiced my diving, but did this extra little flip (no jumping), and achieved the diving flip that I always wanted! (Which I think is the best part of this dream) Then my coach, who was at the edge of the pool as well, said that to do those fancy diving stunts, that was the way to do it, and I just have to add a little jump to it.

And that concludes this dream.

Dreams Episode 8

2008-04-17T20:00:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: ice caves, Arctic
Story:
It was like a virtual television, showing Martin Mystery, and I am experiencing it too.

Martin was off on a mission to investigate a case at the Arctic. I was certain it was him because of his jacket. Anyway, it started off in an ice-cave, beside a water body (cold, obviously), and he had to dive into it. A certain species was dying off/disappearing mysteriously. So he dived in, with his jacket (I can feel the chill too), and swam (I have no idea how he managed to hold his breath for so long.

Suddenly there was a lady in diving gears swimming around, to see if there were any intruders. So Martin hid behind some rocks. When she was gone, he continued swimming. After awhile, another diver was swimming around, with this gear in his hand that can detect a human presence (by their auras?). I felt Martin's panicking as the diver swam closer...

The diver swam past, and Martin emerged from the bush of jellyfishes he was hiding in. I felt the texture on my skin, the milky-white jellyfish' soft cotton-like touch. And then disgust, when Martin realized that some of them seemed like they were rotting. Those 'rotting' ones were black, the leaking-crude-oil-kind of black.

Martin continued swimming, and reached this place where there were plenty of ice-columns. And there were quite a few people standing on each. These people were beautiful, at least they should be so once. Some of them looked a little wobbly, a little out of form, but their skins were really beautiful. Turned out they were made from the assemblage of the white jellyfishes.

There was a metal platform that seemed to connect to land above, and continuously produced the black jellyfishes, a few at a time. The black jellyfishes were strong, and they were feeding on/polluting the white jellyfishes. That was why the white-jellyfish-people were a little wobbly and out of shape, because they were infested with pollutants, and thus can no longer hold their shapes.

Somehow, they can teleport themselves to another part of the world if they wanted to, although most of them were reluctant, even when the black jellyfishes were already overpowering them. One jellyfish-man had to force-teleport another to save his life.

Well at least there was a happy ending, and I remembered it. ^^ The agency came in time, controlled the black jellyfishes, and caught the masterminds for the black jellyfish production. ^^

Dreams Episode 7

2008-04-16T16:30:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: last night

Setting: hotel + NUS High hostel hybrid

Story:

All I remember was my family and I were being held hostage by this terrorist (for some unknown reason) in a hotel room with two queen sized beds, and a window on the right. After awhile, the terrorist guy killed my family (I think he went crazy). He did not kill me, but continue to hold me as a hostage. I was terrified (I mean, who wouldn't be, after seeing your family killed in front of you, although I did not really 'see' it). I was tied up, with hands behind my back.

Finally, the police found the terrorist and me, and they barged into the room (at this point, the corpses of my family were no longer around). The terrorist tried to slit my troat, but he did not, although I thought he could have killed me if he wanted to. Can't remember what happened to him...

Scene 2 -- I was rehabitating in my hostel room, which looks like a hotel room, with one queen sized bed, a desk, TV, fridge and all. The window is on the right, showing the school. I was on the bed, in a crouched position. Some bell rang. I was suppose to be in school to fill up the numbers for inviting some important guest, but I did not go. I merely looked out of my window. Then for some reason, I took a few stuff and went out of the door. The corridor was similar to that in a hotel, walled and carpetted. I think my room was weirdly positioned. My door was facing the row of rooms, 90 degrees to the other doors. I distinctly remember the doors for the row of rooms. Right at the end, furthest to mine, was Ms. Irene's, the cluster captain. The strange one is the door next to hers, it was smaller than the other doors, like a sub-door to the room next to Ms. Irene's...

That is all I can remember...

Dreams Episode 6

2008-04-06T14:45:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: NUS High School grand stand/field
Story:
NUS High School was suppose to have this celebration thing, and I think we were suppose to be performing. So everybody got teamed up with another person to do a stunt (similar to what Nobel House Cheerleaders did in 2006 cheerleading competition). I got paired up with I-can't-remember-who, but because I was absent, I had no idea how to perform the stunt. I just knew that I was to be swung up (somehow) and end up resting on my partner's shoulder.

There is so much more to this deream, but I can't remember much....

Dreams Episode 5

2008-04-03T09:29:00.003+08:00

Day of dream: two nights ago
Setting: a tunnel (a little cartoony)
Story:
Somehow, I ended up in a concrete tunnel, with two or three people. There were a niches along eah side of the tunnel. There was this particular niche sealed with a metal door. We explored every niche, and were especially intersted in the metal door, because it was locked.

The niches and the metal door seemed to have something to do with Zeus (the Greek god). Every niche holds an object that Zeus created, and hid form the evil forces. If whatever behind the metal door was released... (I have no idea what will happen either) ^^

Torturing People Part 14

2008-03-27T23:17:00.003+08:00

Ultimate Manicure

Suggested Materials
Nail filer
Cuticle remover
Sandpaper
Pen-knife

Note: This torture is NOT exclusively for ladies only.

Steps:
1. Make your victim comfortable. If that means using fluffy cushions, so be it. Tie him/her if necessary.
2. Start with the basics: file the nails.
3. Apply cuticle remover. (This step is crucial. It will make things easier for you later.)
4. Polish the nails with sandpaper. Polish until thickness of nails is halved.
5. With a pen-knife, smooth the nails by slicing it off layer by layer. Take your time as the nails get thinner.
6. Polish nails again with sandpaper.

Be careful to not cut into your victim's flesh. Be good to him/her. ^^

Note: Don't worry, nails will grow back too. ^^

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Dreams Episode 4

2008-03-15T23:26:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: NUS High hostel look-a-like+incomplete NUS High campus
Story:
This dream is kind of like my own version of the Heroes Season 2...

I was Claire Bennet, the cheerleader with the ability to spontanously regenerate. It was after Season 1, my family and I were going into hiding. For some reason, my dad decided that he would place me in hostel/boarding school.

After a few days, I got really sick of hiding and running away from the organization that was supposedly hunting me. I was curious about who I was, and my history. So I decided to get into the campus to retrieve information about myself. I waited for the right time.

Night befell, security cameras and lazer fences were up. To avoid detection, the optimal path would be to go through the long, dark narrow concrete path between the field and the bushes. (At this point, note that the landscape in my dream is not as complicated as real-life. The hostel and the campus were on the same level, instead of being on compounded levels.The track was replaced by a narrow concrete path on the side nearer to the church. And on the other side, it is replaced by a simple garden.) I remembered clearly that a few strands of golden hair got pulled off by the wind (yes, I was blonde).

Finally, I reached the safe shelter of the campus. It was made up of nothing more than pathways for wheels that zig-zaged upward. The fastest way to the top is to climb. I wanted to get to the top as fast as possible, as I thought they might soon find out that I was missing from my bed. I clambered and fell, but recovered quickly and continued. People, those with abilities like me and searching for answers, seemed to appear from nowhere, and started climbing with me as well. I was the first to reach the top. Peter Petrelli flew to the top, and vonlunteered to fly me to the other end of the white, empty campus, where the answers are. I put my arms around him, and we jumped. But he forgot how to fly, and fell, broke his neck, and died.

The world that we fell in seemed to be the same one, but different. Construction was going on, which was not there when I reached the campus. I was traumatized by Peter's death, and ran off to hide in a car nearby. Two ladies walked toward the car, discussing about the construction. The first lady entered the car, and noticed me... I think I killed her...

That was all I remembered...

Dreams Episode 3

2008-03-09T16:12:00.002+08:00

Day of dream: last night
Setting: somewhere near the beach in England
Story:
I dont quite remember how the dream began... What I remembered was that my family and I were living in Europe, we drove to a bus station in England and joined a bus tour. The tour took us to a really sceneric beach. We had some adventurous games there, including crossing the rushing water on narrow stone bridges. I was wearing my grey street jeans, and got it all wet. I completed the race before everyone else. Then I got to this watch tower and observe the race from there. For one reason or another, my teachers were there too. They were going through the race as well. A math teacher, Ms. Ching, cheated, running across the bridges.

I turned around, and found that my relatives from Johor Bahru, Malaysia, were there too...

After that, we took the bus back to the bus station. I thought that we should have more outing like that one, since it is convenient to drive there. My mum and I went shopping, and I found this gorgeous hair clip... More happened, I just cannot remember anymore.

For some reason, I know that it is England, thought I had only been there when I was really young. The place actually looked a little like Chinatown. Lolx

Dreams Episode 2

2008-03-09T15:59:00.000+08:00

Date of dream: yesterday
Setting: NUS High School hostel+track
Story:
For some reason, a friend (can't remember his name) and I caught a suspicious woman around his car. She placed 2 dolls, a boy and a girl, on his car's screen. She begged us not to turn her in, and told us that she only wanted her children to live. It turned out that she was dying, and so was her young son and her youngest little daughter. She wanted to make sure that her children live a healthy life before her time ends. Her husband, and son came to look for her, and she was full of joy when her son held her in his little hands and walked away.

My friend, let's call him Jason for now, thought about his little sister who died at a young age. He thought that parents only wanted their children to live safe, healthy, and happy, and perhaps that mother was just trying to do something for her children.

I went to look for more information about the mojo the mother was triffling with, and found it in an ancient magic book. It says that the curse can bring dead children back to life, and can ensure living ones a healthy live. Thinking it was a harmless curse, I tried it, with Jason, his younger brother, and his dead little sister, thinking that it would cheer him up.

I placed the dolls on the grand-stand and waited for Jason to come. He came, looking dejected. Before he could ask me what was going on, a bus drove in, and the driver got out of her seat. It was Jason's dead little sister. She ran toward Jason. They hugged. I stared at her, and fear creeped into me. She turned to me, calling me passionately. Fear finally escaped through my lips. I screamed, "You're not her!" Jason stared at me, and then at his sister, confused. The new sister look so much like Jason's sweet sister, indentical even. Yet I just know that she is not her. She had an evil aura. She grinned at me, and attacked me. I blocked it off. She ran out of the school. I chased after her. She was strong. After some action, I managed to de-demonize her by putting around her neck a necklace that Jason's sister held dear to.

Realizing that the curse went terribly wrong, I grabbed a few items from the hostel, including Jason's sweat-drenched PE t-shirt, and set off to look for Jason and his younger brother. I managed to put the stinking shirt on his younger brother and exorcized him. (Personally, I think the stink of the shirt is the key factor that kept the demon away. :p) I found Jason, but did not manage to exorcize him...

At some point of the dream, probably after exorcizing Jason's sister, I read through the ancient book again. It turned out that I merely scanned through it before performing the curse, without realizing that the curse would only work when a mother perform it on her children. The curse was invented by a shaman long ago, in attempt to saving his dying daughter. Finding that it works, he used it on other children as well, out of goodwill. Things went wrong in that village, and he had to set them right. Whether or not he succeed, I cannot remember...

Dreams Episode 1

2008-03-09T00:08:00.002+08:00

From now on, I shall add one more section to my blog, called Dreams. This would be a record of all the weird dreams that I had and can remember.

Date of dream: around the last week of February 2008
Setting:
NUS High School, lower level classrooms (although it doesn't look like it, now that I recall)
Story:
The year 6s are suppose to have some mass test or exam in a classroom that has somehow been extended by removing the partition. After the test/exam, I went out for a break alone, with my bag and all. For some reason, I didn't realize there's another test/exam, and I was the only year 6 wondering around the school compound. Then Mr. Ang, the discipline master, saw me and asked me why I was not taking the test, and gave me a detention for that.
That's not the end, for later, I argued with him to forget about the detention.

Record breaking!!

2008-03-04T08:22:00.002+08:00

Last weekend was one with accomplishment. Not because I finished my homework (far from that in fact: 1 chemistry report, 3 math assignments, 1 english speech, and 2 mandarin speeches). I managed to find information on someone, whom I knew only by name, through the internet. Just to clarify, I wasn't stalking. I was merely doing a simple search on that person. You'll be surprised by the inforamtion you can get on the internet, which further convinces me that the internet is no place for privacy.

And yesterday, I broke my own record! I ran 7 laps in one day!!! It may not be much for people, but considering I hardly run my 2.4km every year (I ran and strolled, mostly the latter), which is 6 laps... I (slow) jogged 3 laps, rest, and slow jogged and leapt a quarter of the track each for the next 3 laps, and slow jogged the last lap.

Monday, 3rd March 2008: Karyen ran 7 laps in one day.

Torturing People Part 13

2008-02-26T14:04:00.002+08:00

Skin-changing Spa

Suggested Materials
Body scrub (almond)
Rough sand
Tiny sharp particles
1 Pen-knife
1 Couch

Steps:
1. Get your victim to relax on the couch. Secure him/her just in case he/she moves too much. ^^
2. Gentle scrape the dead skin off with pen-knife.
3. Mix the body scrub with rough sand and tiny sharp particles. Apply it on your victim, and scrub dilligently. (make sure you're wearing protective gloves)
4. Scrape skin with pen-knife phase-2. Apply force depending on the level of your hatred for your victim.
5. If you hate your victim enough... Scrubbing phase-2. ;)
6. Enjoy his/her screams while scrubbing and scrapping.

Note: Don't worry, the skin will grow back. :p

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Torturing People Part 12

2008-02-26T13:46:00.001+08:00

Moving Wall -- an illusion

Suggested materials
Black paint
1 Paint brush (medium size)
White paint (if the wall is not white)

Steps
1. Lure your victim out of his/her room, and get into it with the materials.
2. Clean your victim's room to ensure maximum wall exposure. Whitewash the wall if it is not already white.
3. Paint wavey lines systematically, ensuring equidistance from between lines. Fill the wall. (For reference, refer to Bridget Riley's works.
4. Allow your victim to return to his/her room.
5. Enjoy the effect from a distance. Get a fruit shake and some popcorn (optional).

Note: It will take some time for the wall to work.

Alternatives: Colors can be used as well. To create the "driving-people-nuts" effect, refer to Vassarely Riley's works.

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Torturing People Part 11

2008-01-07T10:54:00.000+08:00

Underwater balloon

Suggested materials
1. Weights
2. Buoyancy Control Device (BCD)
3. Air tanks
4. Deep water
5. and other diving equipments (for 2 divers)

Steps
1. Convince your victim and bring him to open water scuba diving. (make sure it's open water, you don't want you victim to trap and drown ^^)
2. Dive into water no less than 8metres deep.
3. At that depth, quickly inflate your victim's BCD. Ensure the inflater is out of your victim's grip.
4. Watch him/her bubble up to the surface.

Note: For really dramatic effect, go down to 30m or deeper, and increase your victim's bounyancy. He/she may just explode from the drastic change in pressure. ;)

Caution: This torture can really kill someone. Treat your victims well: don't kill them (too quickly).

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Torturing People Part 10

2007-10-07T21:19:00.001+08:00

Classical Conditioning -- Echoing Names ^^

Suggested Materials
1. Voice recorder
2. Small playback device

Steps:
1. Say and record the name of your victim repeatedly, making it sound as echoey as possible.
2. Burn the recording into the small playback device and plant it in your victim's usual hang-out place (including his home if possible).
3. Set the playback such that it'll play softly everytime your victim is within the vicinity.
4. Allow it to continue for days; weeks if necessary...
5. Look out for unusual behavior. ;)

Note: It'll be quite cool if your victim's name sounds like bells, alarm, or any echoing sounds.

How does it work?
Human beings, as egotistical creatures, are able to recognized the sounds of our names immediately. By allowing their names to be repeated over and over again may diminish this ability, or may induce insanity. However it is important to note that these are only a proposed results. The actual results have yet been determined.

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Math and Science?

2007-10-07T21:07:00.000+08:00

Math and science. What EXACTLY is math and science?
Theories? Microbiology? Material science?
Why is it that we are so obsessed about studying stuff that we can barely see and barely use?
Why isn't psychology a stream of science?
Is it not as important to know the effects of uniform has on people's creativity as it is to invent pills that can help us remember better?
Is it not as important to learn about ourselves and our minds as it it to learn about the functions of different organs in our bodies?
Is it not as important to understand common sense?
Why is it that the "hard-core" "mainstream" math and science rejects common sense, the very basis of life?
Why do they insist on generating a whole bunch of information and analysis that is only of interest to the academics?
Why do we have to feign interest in other animals when we, as egotistical creatures, are more interested in ourselves and our minds (proven by the fact that we are obsessed about our intelligence and are always wondering about the source of knowledge and consciousness)?
Science? Bleh!

Torturing People Part 9

2007-07-23T15:34:00.001+08:00

Actually this one is more like "Killing people in a fun and innovative way" :D

Deadly sodium

Suggestd Material:
1. Sodium powder (you can choose other group II elements)
2. edible capsule

Steps:
1. Fill the capsule with sodium powder (or some other powder that you may have chosen).
2. Give it to your unfortunate victim. (or is he actually fortunate, since life is an endless series of misfortune... :D)
3. Make him swallow the pill. (be creative here, tell him that it's a stress relieve pill or something, depending on the victim's personality and interests).
4. Escape the crime scene immediately (just stay away from your victim). Watch the bloody fireworks (literally) from a distance. ;)

Note for non-chemistry people:
Sodium, and other group II elements are highly reactive chemicals. They are highly explosive when in contact with water.

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not be held responsible for any consequences if the torture/kill should be carried out.

Torturing People Part 8

2007-03-27T20:09:00.000+08:00

Inspired by Kim Chee-making biology lab session...

Let's just call it
Kim Chee-Maker :p

Target: Anyone

Suggested Material:
1 gigantic ziploc bag
Chilli powder (optional)
Garlic (optional)
Gigantic hammer (if necessary)

Steps:
1. Lure, or force, or tie and throw, your victim into the gigantic ziploc bag.
2. Stuff your victim and make sure you can actually close the ziploc bag. (This is important!)
3. Put as much chilli powder and garlic as you like. Or you can choose to not put any at all! ;)
4. Close the ziploc bag, with your victim inside.
5. Start "massaging" the bag. (It's actually just squeezing and punching it.) Make sure you get the "juice" out, it is extremely important to have the "juice". Use those gigantic hammers if you have to.
6. Leave it there for one day.
7. Put it in the fridge if you prefer it cold.
8. It's ready to be tasted! ^^

This is a really good home-econs lesson isn't it? ^^

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not hold responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Torturing people part 7

2007-03-08T21:34:00.000+08:00

Inspired by Yi Song from SSEF

Bungey Jumping Thrill

Target: Anyone (especially those afraid of heights)

Suggested Material:
Ropes and more ropes
1 tall building or high cliff
1 gigantic boulder (optional)

Steps:
1. Lure, or force your target to the top of the building or cliff.
2. Tie one end of the rope to his/her waist, and the other anything stable that you can find where you are standing.
3. Repeat step 2 as many times and you like, with longer and longer rope. (Note: make sure the longest rope used is at most 3/4 the height of the building)
4. Push the person off the building/cliff. Listen carefully for the dupler effect. :p
5. Cut the ropes one by one, from the shortest to the longest. Appreciate the beauty of doppler effect.
6. You may or may not choose to cut the last rope, that's entirely up to you.
7. You may also choose to push the gigantic boulder off the building/cliff, whether or not you cut the last rope.

Lesson learnt: Doppler effect ^^

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not hold responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Torturing people part 6

2007-03-08T21:21:00.000+08:00

There is no explanation for my saddistic behavior...

Gingantic Bloody Mary maker

Target: Anyone

Material: (suggested)
3 large sharp blades
1 giant cylindrical plastic container
1 cap for the container
1 base

Steps:
1. Build a gigantic juice blender with the material suggested.
2. Put your target into the juice blender. You can choose to lure him/her into the blender, or simply tie him/her and throw him/her into it.
3. Switch on the blender.
4. Watch the blending while listening to the screams by your victims.
5. After 8-10 minutes (approximately), switch of the blender.
6. Pour out the contents, and enjoy your Bloody Mary. ^^

Disclaimer:
No person or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not hold responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Conflicts Within

2007-01-22T21:15:00.000+08:00

Being a thinking being is really an honor, but it's also a pain. A being with thought, we think about good an evil, we generate love and hatred, likes and dislikes...

I, being a mortal, seem to be constantly stuck between like and dislike. I usually bear grudges. I can seldom control my emotions. I am not forgiving at all. Because of this, I have people that I do not like. It may be because of their character, the way they treat me, etc.

Yet sometimes, they just seem so nice! It makes me feel very guilty, for bad-mouthing about them. It makes me feel evil, guilty, terrible. I really should start looking at the angelic side of people, see the good in people, feel the kindness in people.

The ability to think is a gift, that turns rotten at the hands of evil. With good discipline, we should be able to use this gift to bring about peace and good to humanity.

Torturing people -- Special Edition 2

2007-01-09T19:33:00.000+08:00

Another special editon! Whee!! Inspired by Belinda waiting for her parents.

Target: Kids (who are waiting for their parents to fetch them)

Steps:
1. Go to the kid, with a really nice big smile.
2. Talk to him and ask him about his parents.
3. Then loooking grave, say "Why aren't your parents here yet? Maybe they don't want you anymore..."
4. Leave the kid alone to think...

The kid would probably think, walk away, think further, then cry... Quite evil!
Advice to parents: Don't make your kid wait!!
Note: This torture is NOT advised to be carried out.

Disclaimer:
No kid or animal is being harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not hold responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Torturing people -- Special Edition

2007-01-04T19:38:00.000+08:00

This is called a "special edition" because it's actually for kids only. But I really don't want to start a new series. So there...

Target: Kids!!

Steps:
1. Stick stickers onto a fruit that can be consumed with the skin.
2. Tell the kid this, "It would be better if you collect the stickers in your stomach, then nobody cna steal it!"
3. Make the kid eat the fruit with stickers... Hehehezzz

Note: targeted kids will probably have to be interested in collecting stickers.
This torture is not advised to be carried out!

Disclaimer: (I really see the need to put this up this time)
No kid or animal is harmed in the process of creating this post.
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintentional.
The author (i.e. me) would not hold responsible for any consequences if the torture should be carried out.

Torturing people part 5

2006-10-31T23:52:00.000+08:00

Back by popular demand!! (I think...)
There's a physics exam tomorrow, does that explain my sadistic behavior? :p

This torture is target-specific. It can only be applied to a certain group of people.

Target: Fashion disasters who thinks they are "stylish"
For those who know who I'm talking about, good for you. For those who don't... Too bad! :p

Steps:
1. Film your victim everyday in horrendous "costumes". Avoid his/her face as much as possible, except for the last shot.
2. A week later... Invite him/her to a screening. Tie him/her to the chair in case he/her faints or runs away.
3. Run the video. At the same time, try making him/her agree that the "style" is horrifying.
4. Toward the end... "Wait, that person looks familiar... Hey, isn't it YOU?!"

*Note: It may not work since the person may be immune to bad taste. I mean he/she is one!

Disclaimer: (just in case...) ;)
Any coincidence to anyone or any event is unintended.

Physics

2006-10-31T23:46:00.000+08:00

I don't hate physics. In fact, I like physics. It can be quite fun, when you know how to solve the problem, that is.

Anyway...
Saw Mr. Lim outside the staff room yesterday. Then he pointed to me and said, "You're dropping Physics right?"

"Yes." I was really serious, a little sad too.

Then he started smiling merrily!! SO MEAN! I'm soooo hurt. Cryz... He wouldn't even stop smiling when I said, "Why are you smiling so merrily (or something like that)? So mean!" I mean, is it really that painful to be marking my assignments and teaching me the concepts and all? Cryz...

Very hurt. But it's quite amusing. Haha...

Endangered Species

2006-10-26T23:26:00.000+08:00

"The ultimate cycad is critically endangered." Yingzhen

Critically endangered: less than 50 mature individuals
=> there is only 1 ultimate cycad

Reason for extinction (sooner or later it will happen):
Stress
Poking (人poke人，poke死人)
Homework
Assignments
Projects
Tests
Quizes
EXAMS!!

The Barbaric Civilization

2006-10-17T23:13:00.000+08:00

Turned on the television today at around 5.15pm. Don't really know what to watch. When I turned to Mediacorp Channel 5, they were broadcasting the Guinness World Record Primetime II.

I was rather interested. The first record was on the uglist dog. I find the dog rather pretty though. Very much like the dog Cruela in 101 Dalmatians owns. A lot of people just find it ugly and freaky...

The second record:
The transparent inflated ball 10 feet in diameter, with a chamber in the middle for one person.
It looks extremely intersting, I would love to try it, although it looks dangerous. But life is all about that isn't it. ;)

The third record: what triggers me
A guy who can disjoint his joints, making him extremely flexible.
He was brought out in a white box, about the size of a small luggage. When it was unlocked... The way he crawled out of his tiny holding place was really scary, it's like a ghost creeping out from its hiding place in those horror movies (not that I watch them often). He was then suppose to get himself into a locked strait jacket. When he was doing so, he twisted his body, made crackling sounds by disjoining his joints, and pounded on the floor.

It's the expression on the audience's faces I cannot forget. Awe, horror, amazement, excitement, fear... All etched on the same faces. It reminds me of the scene in From Hell, where the Elephant man is revealed to the supposed upper class. They were fearful, yet they were curious. The sight of what is shown to them was far too ugly for the eyes, yet they yearn for more. They were horrified by the form, yet they were amazed by the accidents in nature.

It's the same emotion rollercoaster the audience in the Guinnes World Records were going through when they watched the man pound on the floor.

Today we claim to be civilized. We banned the barbaric gladiator showdown. We tear down gladiator arenas. Yet we built air-conditioned rings for similar purposes. The shows may not be as bloody, yet it satisfies our barbaric nature just as much.

Mooncake Festival

2006-10-05T22:14:00.000+08:00

It's not often that the mid-autumn festival is around my birthday. So this year's is really cool.

Anyway Mr Lee gave each of us a yellow bouncy ball, with a smiley face drawn on it. I think the bouncy ball is really cute, and the intention is totally sweet. I mean teachers don't usually give presents on mooncake festival. Although the yellow bouncy ball may look like a moon or durain-flavored mooncake or whatever, I don't think it has anything to do with the mooncake festival at all. I guess he's just trying to cheer us up. Which is why it's soooo sweet! Our mentor rocks!!

Thank you

2006-09-28T22:53:00.000+08:00

This feeling has been bubbling inside me for quite some time. I have this urge to thank so many people, but having little courage to do so. ;) This post shall be dedicated to the teachers.

To teachers:
Mr Lee -- For having so much patience to explain the concepts over and over again, and listening to all the complains I always seem to have. :p

Dr. Ng -- For always being so gentle (although still quite intimidating) and patiently guiding me through my work.

Mr. Lim -- For giving up the time to tutor us individual, even if it means that he has to crunch on chocolate bars.

Dr. Seah -- For making me talk about my problems. It really feels a lot better after that.

Lee Lao Shi -- For patiently explaining what every single zi ci in zhong he tian kong means.

And the rest of the teachers and staff for your care and smile.

I think our school rocks, because of the teachers and staff we have!! Whee!!

Pressure, Tears. Hatred, Love.

2006-09-25T00:24:00.000+08:00

Good morning to the world!
With only 24 hours to spend
Minus the 6 hours I have wasted on sleeping
I have 18 hours left.

I go to the washroom
Who needs a tap
When there is more water
flowing out of my eyes.

I look into the mirror.
Why do I look 50, when I am barely 18.
Someone must have been sucking my life,
I am open to better explainations.

Wearing my uniform,
the school's identity,
in place of my own.
But who needs identity,
when you're not at home?

I swear I could become a weight-lifter.
I practice everyday
with my school bag as the weight.

In class, all I see is formulas
whether my eyes are opened or closed.
20 formulas to memorize this week,
there will be a quiz on the next.

I could barely find my table
in the midst of assignments and worksheets.
If these were diamonds and gold,
I'd rather have trunks of coal.

God of Dreams is on my side.
To help me study better
he allows lectures to continue in my dream
saving me the time to revise for my quiz.

Undermining my confidence.
Slicing off my health.
Giving my youth.
All for the sake of the future.
A future I can barely see.
A future that is beyond reach.
A future that has more for me?

October Baby

2006-08-21T21:10:00.000+08:00

(a forward mail)

Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.

Weirdo Yingzhen

2006-08-09T00:28:00.000+08:00

From Yingzhen's blog, post "So Happy!"...

Hi Kar Yen!
Haha Kar Yen made my day today!
Yay Karyen rocks you!
Hahah am so proud of her!
This is so funny cos I am typing this in front of her and this is like, flattery but never mind. Hahah she finds this very amusing. But then again, she finds everything amusing.
Byebye Karyen! (She just left.)...

She's the one who finds everything amusing, not me.
I am utterly disappointed in her for only learning to appreciate me after such a loooong time... *cryz*
Hahaha... This is amusing! Weirdo Yingzhen! You rock!!

Cycad

2006-08-09T00:12:00.000+08:00

What?
Cycad is an ancient plant that existed ever since dinosaurs walk the earth.

How?
During Bio-diversity lesson in year 2006 semester 1, Yingzhen suddenly points at me and started calling me "Cycad". Reason unknown.

Future?
I mentioned in my last post how a name may affect someone's behavior, what would happen if I'm addressed as "Cycad" all the time? Perhaps...

I'll grow spikey
not bad, at least I'll stand a lower chance of being struck by the lightening

I'll be really quiet
have never seen a talking plant before (except in cartoons, but they don't count)

My cells may evolve and have chloroplasts and cell wall and vacoule
Okay, this is ridiculus :P

Names

2006-08-05T00:32:00.000+08:00

(Posted this on Where I Belong blog as well)

"What's in a name that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet"
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Well, the issue on names suddenly pop up on my head. It's not exactly random, it deals with issues of identity...

Anyway, I thought of responding to a different name every day/week/month. I wonder how that would be. I guess sometimes we are so attached to our name that we don't hear anything but our names. I shall try it next week. Hehez...

Back to the Romeo and Juliet statement... I read an article some time last year or the year before that names actually do make a difference. A rose would not smell as sweet if we know it as "feces" or something. That's the general idea.

If we observe the peopel around us, some people with the same names actually turn out to be pretty similar. That leaves us to think...

Lesson:
Never give your child a bad name. ;)

Last day of my life...

2006-07-31T22:04:00.000+08:00

IF today is the last day+night of my life...
(the following is the list of things I would do)

Ditch school
going to school is so that we get results and be able to survive in the society (or so they say)

Dress myself in a wedding gown
I always think wedding gowns are pretty

Burn homework and assignments and projects
I wanted to do that long ago... *evil grin*

Repay all my debts
don't want to die owing people stuff

Shop-til-drop
I don't think $$ would be needed in the other world right (if there is one), might as well make myself happy! ^-^

Punch up people I really dislike
it's not like they can punch me back if they can't find me in the next 24hrs ;P

Star-gaze
have never done it before, and I think it's really romantic (even if you're alone)

Watch the sun-set & sun-rise
have never seen the real thing (another romantic one)

Experience free-fall
always wonder how it feels like. It would be great if I know the exact time of death, so that I can time myself such that I wouldn't be alive when I touch the ground ;P

More to come... (I'll think of more)

This is the time your really wish there's more than mere 24 hours a day. ^-^

Emails

2006-06-22T21:53:00.000+08:00

Received another email from a relative I know not of from some distant land for financial assitance, promising me profit and reward. This is the 7th spam mail I receieved this month.

How did I know it's a spam mail?
1. It would be more sensible to contact my parents if any of such distant relative of mine is in trouble, since they would be a distant relative to my parents as well. I mean what's the point of informing a financially dependent teenager of a financial crisis?
2. It's obvious they were hacking my account information since they got the surname wrong. (They have one of my first name as the supposed surname.)

Seriously, don't people have better things to do? Something beneficial to the community, perhaps?

Accumulating bad luck

2006-06-07T20:27:00.000+08:00

Counting those chain mails I've received and not forwarded, I think I would have accumulated hundreds years of bad luck already. Haha... Would people stop forwarding those chain mails for the sake of forwarding, seriously! It's a waste of time and technology, not to mention, your brain cells.

About ME!! Whee!!

2006-06-07T20:25:00.000+08:00

From Lynn & Eugene's email...

>1. Starting Time:
>2. Full Name: Chai Kar Yen
>3.Best Friend(s): where should i start...
>4.Sexiest Friend: ermm...
>5. Funniest Friend(s): plenty
>6. Smartest friends: many
>7. Dumbest Person: There is no such thing as "dumb"
>8. Shyest Friend: they are only shy when you don't know them
>9. Most boring person: NIL
>10. Who Do you get advice from: depends on the situation
>11. Height : a sensitive issue
>12. Date Of Birth: Oct 3 (must remember ;))
>13. Righty / Lefty : Righty
>15. Shoe Size : another sensitive issue
>16.Shoe Brand: does it matter?
>17. Do you Crack any Body Parts: if I did, it's unconsciously done
>19. Siblings: younger bro
>20. Email Address: c_karyen@yahoo.com
>21. Boy Friend/Girl Friend: and there's the good friend, close friend, etc.
>22. Crush: not telling
>23. Liked a Teacher: as long as they are nice
>25. Hope the person you send this to would reply: dotz...
>26. Ate a Tub of Ice Cream: nuts
>27. Ran Into a Glass Door : i have eyes
>29. Gone Skinny Dipping: hmmm...
>30. Nearly hit by a car: i follow traffic rules
>31. Ran into a parked car: no

Girls Fill Out About Guys
>35. Boxers or Briefs: his choice
36. Tall or Short: tall
37. Does size matter: which size are you talking about?
38. Six-pack or Muscular Arms: aren't they co-existent?
39. Body or Personality: both? :p
40. Ear Pierced or Not: as long as it looks good
41. Sporty or Outdoorsy: aren't they the same thing?
>42. Good or Bad guy: good

Guys Fill Out on girls
>47. G or hipster undies:
>48. Tall or Short :
>49. Long Hair or Short :
>50.Dark or Light Eyes:
>51. Light/Dark Hair:
>52. Body or Personality:
>53. Ears Pierced or Not:
>55. Good Girl/Bad Girl:
>56.Hair Up or Down :
>57. Sporty or Classy:
>58. Chicken or Not Afraid :

>Which One is Better
>59. Coke or pepsi: coke
>60. K.F.C or Mcdonalds: Mc
>61. Cats or Dogs : dogs
>62. Coffee or Tea: Tea
>63. Eastside or westside: east
>64. Vanilla or chocolate: both
>65. Cake or Cookies: both
>66. Purple striped, Lime socks or white socks: white
>67. Sunset or Sunrise: Sunrise
>68. Day or Night: both
>69. Lights on or off : depends
>70. Summer or Winter: can i have autumn?
>
>Your favourite
>71. Food: lotz
>73. Holiday destination: lotz
>74. Radio Station: lotz
75. Place: depends

>In The Future
>76. Will you believe in God: yes
>77. What you want to be when you grow up: duno

>Random Questions
>78. Define Love: still trying to find a definition
>80. Favourite Place: depends on my mood
>81. Favourite day(s) of the week: Sat
>82. Bedtime: b/w 11pm - 2a.m for sch days, 12midnight for other
>83. Who Is Least Likely To Send This Back: dotz
>84.Satan or God or atheist: still searching

>More questions 85. Do you love someone right now: yes, my family, my friends, and most importantly, MYSELF!! ;p
>86. Do you care about someone: yes
>87. Do you think of someone everyday: yes
>89. Do you think someone is special in any way: yes

Searching for men and women

2006-04-30T00:07:00.000+08:00

I'm searching for men and women right now on singlesonline.com

It's just so weird, it makes me feel like a desperate. I'm browsing every profile, and instead of looking for men with interest in "more than just face value", I'm trying to look for men with interest in young attractive women!! It's just sooo weird!!

NOTE: I'm doing this for my animal behavior module. It's an ASSIGNMENT. I'm not doing this for "personal gain".

Interesting story

2006-04-25T21:31:00.000+08:00

This is a story I heard from biology teacher Mr. Soh last week, and found it really amuzing. I'll try my best to recall the details... :)

In his point of view...
"While we (Mr. Soh and his female colleague) were setting up poles for our research on birds early one morning, we saw 2 black cobra, a male and a female. The male, unlike other species, was slightly larger than the female, about 2meters in length. They were interwind together, the male 'holding on to his resource'. (As you can guess by now) They were copulating. The rare sight woke us up.

My female colleague passed me a camera and asked me to take a photo of it. As the zoom of the camera was far from satisfactory, I had to move really close to the cobras to take a good picture, thinking that they would not even notice me since they were busy 'passing on their genes'.

When I was really close to the cobras and was ready to take a good picture, the two suddenly unwind. As I was on the downslope, the two came tumbling down on me. My female colleague screamed and escaped. The female cobra simply slithered off. However the male cobra was really pissed off. For a split second, I had the crazy idea of opening up my legs so that the cobra could tumble through. I abandoned the idea and ran away as fast as I could.

When I was a safe distance away from the slope, I turned around and saw that the male cobra was at where I was, looking really pissed off and ready to spit..."

Moral of the story?
Do not disturb when people are busy, especially when they are copulating. ;p

Tired of living

2006-04-16T21:16:00.001+08:00

I wonder how much longer I can hang on there.

I go to school with a smile
secretly praying for a good day ahead.
I smile at people
wishing to make their day.

Yet who was there
when I needed someone to smile at me
and tell me everything was fine.
All I needed was a smile.

The sun was gone.
The light was gone.
The world seems so cold
and me so lonely in it.

I used to believe in fairytales
I used to believe in dreams.
Yet they seem so far away now
so far beyond my reach.

All I needed was a smile
a sincere one from the heart.
Someone to tell me everything's alright
and fairytales are alive.

Smile at people more
praise them and appreciate them.
Instead of cursing
and making life sore.

I never knew how to write poems
I never knew how to express.
Bottling the thoughts inside
may drive me crazy one day.

Frustration & Impatience

2006-02-14T22:20:00.000+08:00

Status: Doing chemistry and biology and physics(valentine history research) assignments.

I'm really frustrated. So frustrated that the only thing I can do is to stick out my tongue and pout and frown. Which SUCKS! I'm not frustrated because I don't know how to do my assignments, although that is partially true, but the concentration is small enough to be neglected.

The main source of my frustration is life and people.

I thought he was a good friend. I thought he was nice and would help when I need. I don't know why, but he had gotten very unfriendly toward me and refuses to help. This behavior puzzled me. (I wonder if that's how animal behaviorist lose their sanity.)

Perhaps this frustration is because, as I learnt through the years, I still regard him as a friend, a good friend who would reach out to help if you need him there. This frustration would only surface when the person is someone whom I regard highly as a friend.

I just hope I'm thinking too much.

Changing CCA?

2006-02-02T23:35:00.000+08:00

Don't get me wrong, I love my CCA. It's just that the total input and output of our CCA is far too limited. This is the consequence of the lack of involvement of both (or more) parties.

Firstly, the drama club has only 7 people + 18 new people this year - 1 who decided to quit and join some other CCA. Out of the 24 people, I wonder who is really enthusiatic about this whole drama club thing. Excluding me, since my case is a little complicated, only one out of the 7 old dramakins selected drama as the first CCA choice. I don't know about the 18 new people, but I think less than 2 of them put drama as first choice. Some did not even choose drama at all!

The 7 drama people were talented people. It's just the lack of commitment. During drama meetings, it is not unusual to see 'small-group discussions' while the main-stream discussion is on-going. Also it's either we can't think spontanously or some are just too shy to express their ideas. Regarding that, I'm not surprised either, sicne the encouragement and agreement is seldom present.

Out of the 18 new pple, at least 4 of them bothered looking up for the drama club pple when they cannot find the teacher-in-charge, since she was on medical leave. The other 14 either was very confused with the CCA system of our school or just can't be bothered.

Secondly... We have a very good drama instructor. She is spontanous, creative, hyper, and professional. However I felt that she did not regard everyone's idea as much as the other person. In my opinion, she is rather bias and favors one student. I distinctly remembered that she said there's no CCA leader for the drama club. However what I observed is that she speaks only to one student, her favorite student. She regard her ideas more than others', she did not care if other students are making the effort to contribute to the CCA. Take that day for example, she was absent on our CCA day, and she did not inform any of us, allowing all of us to be stucked in a confused state. I was extremely furious with her when I tried to contact her telling her about the ACT3 project and how the deadline is closing, she simply ignored, until like a few days later, her fav. student came and say the thing is still on. WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! This is simply RIDICULUS.

I guess what I wanted to say is that the hyper and friendly attitude she has may be her asset, yet her prejudice can evaporate all these values. I shall give drama just one more try and see how things work out. I may change CCA or simply slack in the CCA, depending on how things go.

New Species

2006-01-20T23:51:00.000+08:00

Breaking News!
A new species is found. The profile is as follows.

Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Primates
Family: Homonidae
Genus: Homo
Species: beanus
Scientific name: Homo beanus
Common name: Bean, Beanie
Appearance: 2 eyes, 2 ears, 1 nose, 1 mouth, dark (black) hair
Habitat: Urban Area
Diet: Anything humans deem edible

As we can see from above, this newly found species is very much like us, Homo sapiens.

Disclaimer:
The above report is meant only to be a joke and has not been scientifically proven.

Dreams Come True... NOT

2006-01-20T23:24:00.000+08:00

This week had not been too good a week for me. An event today finally unleahes my long hidden thought on one of the aspects of life: dreams.

Like many others, regarding of age, gender, or nationality, I had enjoy Disney's movies. In fact I still do enjoy them. They make me believe that dreams do come true, and that everything would end "happily ever after" sooner or later. However it that really the case in real life?

Reality is cruel. The jokes in life can affect one's life greatly. In order to survive in this typical reality, humans are forced to do evil things, making life more difficult. Sometimes people went too far to achieve their goals, thus hurting others, either consciously or unknowingly.

Having taken "Mathematics Behind Gambling" module before, althought I had not passed the module with flying colors, it had given me a rough idea of the chances of winning. Cross-refering to life examples, I learnt that behind those glorious winnings displayed through the media, are thousands of losts and disappointment. Only one out of those millions who bet would win.

Those Hollywood movies that show how miracles happen to people, had concealed the fact that miracles do not happen to most people, or it would not be called a miracle anymore.

Applying the same principles to life, "dreams coming true" is very much like a lottery, or a miracle. As one dream may contradict with another, life could not possibly satisfy every dream. That is also the reason why dream-becoming-reality is much envied, it is because it is so rare.

New Year's Resolutions

2006-01-13T22:32:00.000+08:00

New Year's Resolutions
1. Read novels
2. Attempt completing the work of the day on the day
3. Read my textbooks on topics required of the semester
4. Be organized
5. Complete at least 3 pages of the book I'm writing per month
6. Practice my piano and cello at least 3 times a week (each)
7. Keep my desk tidy
8. Read the Bible
9. Clean my wardrobe and donate the clothes I don't wear anymore by the end of June

... I guess that's it...

Teacher Mr. Chai

2006-01-13T22:21:00.000+08:00

Oh my god!! There is new teacher in school call Mr. Chai. Which is really weird (at least for me) since he shares my surname, and it's such a rare surname too.

Normally, all my life actually, I've only heard others calling my dad "Mr. Chai". So the idea of "Mr. Chai" is my dad is kinda stucked into my head. And now I have to greet one of my teachers "Mr. Chai". This is weird. I wonder how anybody with common surname such as "Lim", "Lee", "Chan", etc. feels. THIS IS SUPER WEIRD. I think (hope) I'll get used to it.

Torturing people part 4

2005-11-15T22:44:00.000+08:00

Since I'm feeling terrible and mean today...

This is no joke. This might as well be the worst way a person (victim) can ever be treated.

For this torture, you'll have to be cold-blooded and heartless. This is for real.
Steps:
1. Give your victim all the hopes possible.
2. When he/she is soooo full of hope, take it all away from him/her.

He/she would really be heartbroken. That's how quite a number of people commit suicide after being dumped by the boyfriend/girlfriend by the way. Without hope, there's practically no point in living.
How did I think of this torture? Experiencing now! Arhhh!

Disclaimer:
The above torture is not adviced. This is not a joke. People can kill themselves if their will power is weak.

Bad day

2005-11-14T14:51:00.000+08:00

Okay I'm like super pissed off today.

She just seem to have to disagree with everything I say and do! Like she didn't not attempt understanding how much I have to spend trying to work that script out! I promised helping out, not taking complete responsibility. Yet I end up having to edit the entire thing myself. I'm not blaming anyone for this (not blaming you, Nic). Then there are a few difficult people who just wouldn't agree with it (not refering to you, Sam).

Like right, it's MY FAULT for not having come up with the script earlier! It MY FAULT for not having collected the scripts earlier. It MY FAULT for not having the initiative to arrange the dates (not blaming you, Florence). It MY FAULT for not being able to read people's minds! IS IT MY FAULT?! Don't you have any responsibility?! I'm sorry for not being able to come up with anything sooner. I'm sorry for being soooo irresponsible.

Like thanks for soooo supportive, by sacarstically agreeing with me.

People enjoy having things done their way. But they can't always have that done. No matter how popular you are, how well-known you are, or how much of a suck-up you are. You have to give way sometimes. Just because others do not think like you does not mean they're wrong. Just because others do not have the same idea as you does not mean theirs is not as creative as yours.

A smile, a remark, a word, a phrase, a letter, can make a difference. Thanks for making mine. My day, probably week, is RUINED!