Saturday, August 26, 2006

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you know the kinda luck. the kind that is kinda like a word that rhymes with it but starts with a f? you know the kind that you get when you have two buses to take ( 87 and 72) but as you are heading to take 72 you change your mind and decide to take bus 87 at the other bus stop, but as you walk towards it, it goes hurtling pasts you and the bus stop is way to far to run. so you turn back and walk towards the other bus stop but at the traffic lights suddenly 72 appears, like a bastard with a snigger. and it too does the worst and goes past you. it always happens you know. i could be 10-15 seconds in front and i would have caught it. but no it chooses the exact moment where its impossible.

singapore idol is becoming such a joke already. honestly i dont really know why i am watching or following it, but i just cant help watching just to find out which songs their going to screw up again. as one by one the good singers are ousted from the biggest singing competition, we are left with people who cant sing better than someone with a cat down their throat and a tongue twisted ten times over. and by people, here of course i am referring to the two guys. oh wait there are 4 guys left. severe lack of male voting here i presume. reason : no hot girls. i mean if there were hot girls in it, then daaaym id be watching it intently. but there aint none! there is a severe flaw in the voting process. they should just rig it all and let mathilda win. even though she looks like my mother. no serious. she does. not that thats a bad thing or whatever.

i always hate it when people on tv phrase their sentences with a question, then give the answer immediately. its like freaking hell arent you gonna give me a chance to guess? they'd just be like, "and what did john do?" "well, he killed himself". and i'd be sitting there thinking to myself, "wheres the cheese at? oh crap what? oh she already told me.. bugger". or maybe they'd go "and what happened next?" "they all perished". people have to understand that choice of words play a significant part in the viewers experience. if you immediately gratify the viewer with the answer he is not going to be able to use his brain. this is where television gets its label as the idiot box.

its all about choice.

i made a wrong choice last night. i wanted to find out if someone was sleeping ( who was on the other side of the room). so i got the person next to him's attention and then made a sleep signal (putting my palms together and resting them against the side of my head, slightly tilting it at the same time) and then pointed to sleeper. she then woke him up!! wtf. i didnt want her to wake him up but she did. so i realised if i had pointed first before making the sleep sign it would of had the right outcome. you see the sleep signal then point means, "hes sleeping? wake him up for me" while the point and sleep signal means "look at him. is he sleeping?"

but enough about signs and sleeping and choices. because signs of sleepiness are getting to me. so ill make the choice of sleeping now. this is me, signing off to sleep. choice.

James Barr at 9:18 AM

Sunday, August 20, 2006

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so finally getting my mp3 player fixed on warranty from the great chaps at creative. please never buy a product from them again. first of all their 118million bucks into debt at the moment and thats not a good thing, and secondly their things just spoil. like milk curdling. they just stop being workable all of a sudden. lastly because their customer service centre is in fucking jurong! i mean what kinda customer care is that? its jurong dammit. nobody goes there. and you have to cross a field to get there. so anyway i went there about six something and guess what apart from the people working there the entire place was empty. it was like a scene from dawn of the dead, in the shopping centre where its completely deserted. except there were less zombies, well none. so i approach the customer service desk and theres like 5 people sitting there. haahhhaahha. FIVE of them doing absolutely nothing!!! and i was like... "err hi which one is going to.. uhh service me?". realising i had just made a very bad pun in front of five strangers, the rest of the transaction was slightly awkward. but anyway their fixing it and thats a good thing.

but seriously JURONG guys (what guys?). i came from camp, which is in CHANGI? so i stood on the train all the way from tanah merah to jurong east and my friends(what friends?) that is an entire green line of mrt travel spent on your feet. and that wasnt enough, i stood all the way to city hall to meet loo lye kiang. thats like half an entire green line my friends. and at city hall it was like a human overflow, there we're people everywhere and they moved like rivers and flowed through gaps, around me like a rock in a flowing stream. there was actually an announcement, "the station is crowded. if you are not taking the train please leave the station". and it repeated every fucking 5 seconds, in my 10 minute wait for loo. holy shit i swear i was going mad, i was beginning to lip sync with it.

and that was last week, i dont know what its still doing under draft cause i meant to publish it but i guess that never happened. the dad has a blog! omg yes its true, not all old people ( sorry dad) are in on the blogger craze, but doing it in style and with a certain amount of hilarity, he has. check it out at www.arthurseat.blogspot.com .

hmmm this post was supposed to be here ages ago, so well.. here it is. not a very exciting one but better than a slap on the face with a wet fish eh.

James Barr at 12:35 PM

Sunday, August 13, 2006

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Sunday, August 06, 2006

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i was just browsing through pictures in my computer, with the intention of sorting them out. the keyword being intention because everything in the computer is in a mess. folders are full of subfolders which then have sub sub folders and then it gets too complicated. but anyhow, i came across pictures frommy jc exam paper from last year and i just thought i should share it with you. i will share the actual essay later on, because im feeling rather energetic and my fingers are in a rage to type it all out. well now i find there a need to defend myself in this bashing the teacher has taken upon me and my drawing. i'd finished my essay early and the teacher was like using his laptop ( which made him the subject of a bad porno joke later) so i decided to draw my favourite comic book hero. well he doesnt really exist but anyway. i think it was rather nice, no?

and the teacher, taking the law into his own hands decided to bash this drawing and create a character of his own. i mean cmon pffwoaar what is that?? it looks like some kinda i dont know what, but just pathetic. and dude i dont even know what hes saying?? what do you mean its "D for da stickman" and that your going to "beat my character to death for D". okay so obviously D is like some high being and this is his minion. kinda like zordon and the power rangers. but please beat rocket man to death?? with that thing? he even had the cheek to come and tell me that my character was bad because it didnt have legs. and that he wouldnt be able to move around. and i just felt like saying "DUDE!! its rocket man. he FLIES!! he doesnt need legs." what about yours? it doesnt even have arms for gods sake. and whats that piece of crap coming outta his right cheek? i only have one thing to say teacher person. "how dare you draw caricatures while marking scripts? too much time is it? goverment pay you too much money is it? not enough work to do is it? har?" geez.

i managed to pass the exam anyway. so neh.

James Barr at 8:09 AM

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