This excerpt from a film has been used before with different subtitles. And now it is used for…
Do people think about death every once in a while? Me, I often think of it. As a thinker AND Atheist, one can’t help but try to wrap one’s mind around the concept of not existing. Religious or superstitious people have it much easier in my opinion. You don’t need to prove that any particular religion’s answer is correct. You just need to believe.
Having pondered on this for a long time, I found a less complex path of thought which leads to the answer. You know how when people get knocked up hard on the head, they get brain damage, and their behavior or personality changes? The undoubtedly proves (in the sense of being able to check and verify in the REAL WORLD) that “you” arises from your brain. You are a function of your brain. So, what happens when you die? You brain rots, decays and disappears. Come up with the conclusion yourself.
Now, someone somewhere wrote something which I quite agree about. A comment regarding the death of a particular famous individual this week. His death probably shocked a lot of people, and made them realize that death is inevitable, nearer than one might think. I’m talking about Micheal Jackson in case you didn’t guess that yet.
Who are these people? Probably those who have never really listened to his music. Like me, he was just a distant pop figure, somewhat like Elvis Presley, but still ALIVE. Suddenly, after his death, his music is fashionable again. Must someone die before his music is worth your listening? One thing that I particularly detest is short sob stories or sympathies. Especially in places like facebook.
Rest in peace MJ. Even though you didn’t know me, nor I knew you. Even though I thought your music was old and un-hip. Even though you touched little kids. Maybe I’m just a conforming non-conformist.
(BRB, my phone is ringing. Oh, it’s Mr. Plastic Toy maker… the first batch of MJ figurines are ready?.. Awesome..)
I found this article on wikipedia today. It matches my symptoms perfectly.
The main symptom is acute pain, causing loss of ability and often stiffness. “Pain” is generally described as a sharp ache, or a burning sensation in the associated muscles and tendons. OA can cause a crackling noise (called “crepitus”) when the affected joint is moved or touched, and patients may experience muscle spasm and contractions in the tendons. Occasionally, the joints may also be filled with fluid. Humid and cold weather increases the pain in many patients.
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usually feel worse, the more they are used throughout the day, thus distinguishing it from rheumatoid arthritis.
It’s supposed to be an old people disease ~_~ Like, 60+ years old. Sometimes even walking around the house can trigger it. Or shaking legs. Bleah =(
I think, the last time I went shopping was in Chicago last june. (purposefully shopping, that is.)
Today while taking the train back from Jurong, I went Cineleisure’s Leftfoot store… at a NS acquaintance’s recommendation. But it was disappointing.. too much “poser” type of shoes in store that cost a bomb. Went to Tampines 1 instead, and got this pair from Puma.
Weesiang and Guoliang would recognize it as the shoe I wanted to buy from Tampines mall last week. But alas, they didn’t have the size, and the nearest outlet with my size was suntec? Wtf. Cost me $103.
Slightly off-topic, I found some really good binaural recordings, they sound sooo damn good on headphones.. I must let everyone that come to my house try listening to them =D
Bought alot of them from Amazon. I used a 3rd party to relay it to Singapore, allowing me to get some of the books used instead of new.. money saved!
Total: SGD120 + 50 (shipping)
6 parcels (kinda retarded) and 9 books total. If only shipping was cheaper..
All are non-fiction, and most of them deal with personality theory… Since I’m such a thinker, it was the logical way to “study” other personality types. Good for understanding yourself too.
Gonna make the most of my NS liability!
Sometimes being too comfortable with yourself has disadvantages. In the long run, when you need the company of others, they are simply not there. I spend my time and energy on people I dislike, 5 days a week. People think I’m the “studious and ’straight’ guy” but they don’t know how many times I’ve told them to go fuck themselves.. all in my mind of course. One must be mindful of the consequences of being too straightforward. But negative energy has to go somewhere… and most of the time it’s spent cursing behind their back.
Somehow my unrevealing nature makes me look boring. Somehow there will always be people that will like to play pranks on me, like spraying water while I’m trying to take a shower. People may get playfully pissed when you play pranks on them, but with people I don’t really think of as ‘friends’, I get really pissed. The kind of anger with murderous intent.
Sometimes it’s hard to take things at face value. One can’t help notice subtle things in advertisements. Like the BK 7inch burger. Doesn’t the advertisement looks like a girl staring at something.. that is ‘long, juicy’ and will ‘blow’ her mind? Then you say, that just means you have a perverted mind. But then, it is a fact that the ad designers made it that way. Don’t blame me for actually noticing.
Other times, you wonder if you’re just reading too much into things. But maybe advertisers (other adverts, not the blatantly obvious BK one mind you) are just being super subtle. It is truly a blur line.
My name is Boxxy
Oh, and “Gaia” is an MMORPG, like “World of Warcraft”.
Silly internet memes….
Wow, internet ads have reached a new level of deception. In the past there was the “You’re our 1,000,000th customer” flashing banner.
With facebook however, advertisements are generated. And they use real information that WE provide freely. Very clever.
Today is the first time in years that I’ve clicked on a misleading hyperlink.
It would sound something like this, but with poorer English XD
(Beware, 9min video)
I finally understand why Caucasians hate the smell of durian.
From wikipedia:
British novelist Anthony Burgess writes that eating durian is “like eating sweet raspberry blancmange in the lavatory.”
Andrew Zimmern compares the taste to “completely rotten, mushy onions.”
Anthony Bourdain, while a lover of durian, relates his encounter with the fruit as thus: “Its taste can only be described as…indescribable, something you will either love or despise. …Your breath will smell as if you’d been French-kissing your dead grandmother.”
Travel and food writer Richard Sterling says “… its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock. It can be smelled from yards away.”
Other comparisons have been made with the civet, sewage, stale vomit, skunk spray and used surgical swabs.
