Prehensile

While trying to salvage what was left of the red coloured pencil that my dog had chewed, I cut myself.

For a tiny cut, it bled a whole lot.
Why does stuff like this happen to me!?

This song is from an Anime Movie called Interstella 5555. I can't embed the actual thing here but you can watch the whole thing on Youtube here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQ5XOwiryv0   This movie is really cool. There is no dialouge at all. All the audio is from the Daft Punk Album Discovery. It does have some minimal sound effects though. A must watch for any fan of music and animation.

Here's one of my favourites. It's just the audio though.

Face to Face by Daft Punk

What's going on
Could this be my understanding
It's not your fault
I was being too demanding
I must admit
It's my pride that made me distant
All because
I hoped that you'd be someone different

There's not much I know about you
Fear will always make you blind
But the answer is in clear view
It's amazing what you'll find face to face

I turned away
Because I thought you were the problem
Tried to forget
Until I hit the bottom
But when I faced you
In my blank confusion
I realized you weren't wrong,
It was a mere illusion

It really didn't make sense
Just to leave this unresolved
It's not hard to go the distance
When you finally get involved face to face

It really didn't make sense
Just to leave this unresolved
It's not hard to go the distance
When you finally get involved face to face

Strobbing lights as the lids close

Blue metal, 12 minutes.
Yawning and a welled up tear.
The taste of toothpaste.
An annoying hole in my sock.
Day old stubble rustling in my palms.
Prayer.
Glimpses to the left.
Memories of a nightmare.
Sugar, milk and tea.
Yellow-green metal, 32 minutes.
Unopened envelopes and empty envelopes.
Filing words.
Filing lesson.
Filing plans.
Sweets of the 29th of August.
Anti-fungal, anti-septic.
Snoozing on the carpet for hours.
Hug of Pepper.
Home alone.

 
 

I had finally managed to save close to a $1000 which I wanted to put into a short term investment. All this money that I'm frantically saving is for my dream. I'll talk about the dream another time. Well this money had to be spent today. The computer was down. I brought it to a reputable store to get it fixed. PCZONE. After requesting a change of motherboard, reformating, change of cooling fans, the cost came up to be almost the same as getting a brand new system. I told the guy that I had to think about it and went off walking.

As I was looking at what was left of the Transformers 2 toys at Kiddy Palace, I realised that it was due time that I got my computer changed. I went back to the store and gave the guy my go for purchase. The total came up close to a $1000 dollars. The money which I had carefully saved was going. Thankfully, it was going to something worthwhile. It'd probably be ready for collection on Monday which is also the day I need to submit one of my assignments. Thank God for the free laptops from school.

I'm broke but I feel at peace as I know that these guys will do a great job fixing up a new system for me.

Thank God.

 

This is just horrible!!! I don't usually get this pissed!

 Last Wednesday, the little fan that is attached to the heatsink in my CPU came off  and went haywire inside. All that rattling had caused my harddisk to be corrupted and it didnt want to start up. It got frikking stuck at the bios. I decided that I'd take it down to the PC clinic near my place. They had fixed up my PC once before and I thought, one last fix for this old girl before I get a new one. I brought it to that ASSFUCK and he said that he needed a week to fix it. I took down his number and he did mine. I called on Monday to check if it had been fixed already... no FUCKING answer! I went down to the shop on Tuesday, not FUCKING open!!  I called about 15 times yesterday. Nothing. I was starting to get worried. That computer has 25 years of my life inside. I can't afford to lose any of it! This afternoon, I went down to the shop again and it was closed. Called another 15 to 20 times. Still no reply. Why the fuck do you display a contact number so hugely on the wall when you don't fucking answer. I went back home... Fearing the worst.

 

I went another time, at 7pm just now. The shop was open but the guy who attended to me was not there. Just some young punk who was on facebook. I asked if mine was ready and he said.. " uuh  yah..  ready for collection. " He lifts it up and passes it to me. Did I look like a fucking scrotum to him?! I asked him to plug it in and test it.

MOTHER FUCKER hadnt done a single repair to my systen. The fan was still hanging off, rattling away and there was no windows. I looked at the COCKFACE and told him.. " Can you call the guy now! "
"umm  he's doing an onsite repair now... "

 

I started yanking all the cables off the back of the CPU as I told this nipple, " If you are going to run a Fucking repair shop, make sure you actually do the Fucking repairs that you promised." and left the place with my dear CPU in my arms.

I can't even tell this guy off. He's not the guy who attended to me. This young punk must have just been there to sell the 2nd hand cell phones. I just gave him a nasty look before I walked off. I'm going to give the IDIOT a piece of my mind if I ever see him again in that shop.

FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK!!! Now, I need to make do with this God Given laptop and find another place to get my systen fixed.

Oh God, why now??? why?!?!

 

The mass this morning was extra special. It was the Childrens' Day Mass. The lectors were children and so was the choir. All of them were dressed up in white. They even had a special mass booklet. I hadn't gone for a 9am mass in ages and it was simply a pleasant surprise. The very first time I went for mass, I sat with a middle aged man. I introduced myself and we became friends. His name is Iven and we always look out for each other in church. A wonderful man who always greets you with such warmth. Today was extra special as I got to meet him again. It was great to see him after so long. The first song that choir sang always sticks to my head. Welcome to the table of plenty. It was lovely. What struck me as awesome was when they sang the Our Father. The church had been using a new melody and it is nice. Today, they sang the old melody. I couldnt help but smile. It was one of those instant joy feelings.

Back when I was in Secondary school, I was in the National Cadet Corps. We always sang this song called Pass it on when we were on our runs. The choir sang this song and I was overly delighted. I knew the tune and all the words. It brought me back to a time when running was a massive chore and I dreaded the smell of the rubber on the track. Still as I sang along, I couldn't help but feel amazing inside.

It was a great morning. Praise be to God. 

 

 

Here are the Lyrics to that song.

Pass It On
Words and music by Kurt Kaiser

It only takes a spark to get a fire going,
And soon all those around can warm up in its glowing;
That's how it is with God's Love,
Once you've experienced it,
Your spread the love to everyone
You want to pass it on.

What a wonderous time is spring,
When all the tress are budding
The birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming;
That's how it is with God's love,
Once you've experienced it.
You want to sing, it's fresh like spring,
You want to pass it on.

I wish for you my friend
This happiness that I've found;
You can depend on God
It matters not where you're bound,
I'll shout it from the mountain top - PRAISE GOD!
I want the world to know
The Lord of love has come to me
I want to pass it on.

I'll shout it from the mountain top - PRAISE GOD!
I want the world to know
The Lord of love has come to me
I want to pass it on. 

 

 

Jogging in the Sun

 Step after step,

the rubber scrapes against the ground.

The sound surprisingly clear,

over the rush of traffic,

over the air that trashes across my face,

over the wheezing of my breath

and the throbbing heartbeat in my ear. 

My pace is horribly slow but constant.

The sun burns shades onto my skin.

Sweat from my brow drips into my eyes.

It stings.

A part of me worries about my lenses falling.

Droplets gather and meet at my ear lobe,

only to leap off triumphantly onto the searing track.

Droplets struggle through the forest of hair

and emerge like newly formed volcanic islands on my shirt.

A light changes to red somewhere.

The growl of engines subside to reveal the joyful laughter of water.

Raindrops of two days past,

crossing unbeknownst obstacles,

have returned to each other at last.

It's no wonder they are merry.

A light changes to green somewhere.

The growling metal monsters have returned.

Amidst everything,

my mind is a market.

Constant thoughts being collected, debated, recollected, rationalised, understood and Chosen.

I take myself away,

to a place where only One can hear me.

My feet carry my body along.

My mind carries my heart along.

Both on a different journey. 

My feet finally stop but my mind goes on.

As I drag myself up a few steps,

the sounds change.

Everything is clouded as my blood is pounded through my body.

My finger seems to move slow as my vision pulses.

I push the button and it leaves a wet mark on the raised numeral.

 

A drenched man I stand looking for a drink.

My body waits,

my mind discerns,

my heart listens.

 

-Senthil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before the era of radio and television, a telephone operator used to get a daily call requesting the exact time. She was always able to give it authoritatively. This was because she checked her watch daily when the town's factory sounded its whistle at the end of each work day.
One day, however, her watch stopped and she told the mystery caller that she was waiting for the factory whistle.
She explained that she used it each day to check or set her watch. There was a silence. Then the caller said, "This is the factory. We always use your time to decide when to sound our whistle each day."

So it seems that you can write a letter to a god and stick it to a tree. Miraculously, in the middle of the night, your money woes are gone as $50,000 lands on your doorstep. You get freaked out by it and give it to the police. The police are crooked. They say that they'll find out if anyone lost the money but keep it for themselves instead.

In the middle of the night, while the main cop thanks a god for giving him a good slackers job, he falls asleep. Of all things, a rooster feather lands on his forehead and he wakes up startled. From the ceiling comes a grown man dressed up like a mega rooster.

It is what Bruce wayne would have become if he stumbled upon a chicken coop instead of a bat cave. So this caped crusader beats the shit out of the cop, all the while making rooster sounds. What a cock. Finally he speaks up and tells the cop to return the 50k. He agrees to do so but still gets the shit pounded out of him Fowl Style. He couldnt take it any longer and uttered this crap. " Hit me all you want but tell me your name first!" what happens next made me want to use my small intestine to strangle myself. The Rooster Man raps/beat boxes something incomprehendable and says his name... Kandasamy. He then proceeds to show his fist to the cop, it's got some ring on it.. and the cop falls. The ring leaves an imprint on his face. What the FUCK is this??!?!

All this nonsensical ass vomit is just the first 9 minutes and 48 second of a tamil movie called Kandasamy. If I don't count the credits, it's the first 3 minutes of the freaking movie!

Why did I watch this?

My parents went to see it 2 nights ago. The main actor is a guy who has made awesome movies. Things with great action and storylines if you delete the songs. They came home with good things to say about it and thankfully my dad managed to get a "friendly" copy from one of the shady shops at Serangoon road. That is where I popped it into my player and was greeted with Excrementainment.

I'm glad I didnt have to sit through this in a cinema. Having said all that, I'm still going to sit through the whole thing. I'll be able to fast forward anything that seems like it's gonna ass blast me in the face. I'm sure there may be a scene or two that is worth mention, for good reasons that is.

The first few flower buds had bloomed this morning. It's only a matter of time and luck before I get some fruit.

I never noticed that the anthers of the chili flower had a slight blue tinge. Quite pretty actually.