Well. I do not have any special inclination to blog. Just sorta doing it cos i'm bored now, and I'm bored of looking at dear old forzadiego.blogspot.com showing a post god knows how long ago. West ham lost over the wkend, to a team consisting of evil traitor, 'Fat' Frank Lump-of-lard. Who's definitely not even one of the best in the world, not to say the best. But anyway. Stoke's up next so hopefully we can reclaim the 7th spot.
Just played a little football. Strength and stamina no longer what they used to be, not that they were high in the first place. Feel slightly like Tristan.
This is getting boring. as it has been for days, weeks maybe.
I need excitement. like robbing a bank or falling in love. Something of that sort to kickstart the countdown towards freedom.
and apparently, the universe tastes like raspberries.
Monday 27 April 2009
Thursday 23 April 2009
playlist x.
Just spent the better part of the whole night uploading and preparing songs for the playlist that could now be found on my sidebar. Well, its goodbye to nights in the medical centre without a good consolidated songlist that i could listen to as i go about reading soccernet and writing stuff here on this blog.
First Fatep training is over. It was better than those long past. but oh wells, its only the first of many. And tired i am...
tomorrow's battery retreat.
Shall write more when i have the inspiration. But for now, you guys can stay around to enjoy the awesome songs on the sidebar.
Goodnight.
First Fatep training is over. It was better than those long past. but oh wells, its only the first of many. And tired i am...
tomorrow's battery retreat.
Shall write more when i have the inspiration. But for now, you guys can stay around to enjoy the awesome songs on the sidebar.
Goodnight.
Saturday 18 April 2009
Taken
Just watched Grand Theft Auto: The movie, or as the title on the poster says, Taken. which is a pretty awesome movie, filled with elements that made GTA such an awesome game, violence, babes, cars and adrenaline. Not in the bad way of course.*
Am currently in camp after a bout of confusion which suprisingly did not leave me as unhappy as i expected myself to be. Perhaps its the fact that i would have spent my night in front of the computer in a different place anyway, doing not too different things, reading not too different websites.
Anyway. To build on the memory thing a few posts ago..
Where did i grow up? you ask.
Well. It was just off Christchurch, beneath the stars and amongst the sheep and grass. And i used to run thousand of miles across unobstructed plains, chasing sheep and smelling flowers. It was great. But wait. No. It was not christchurch. It was in the hustle and bustle of New York, right amongst the jungle of buildings, amongst man walking so fast that they appear in a blur of grey and white and black and brown. Yes. That must be it. Hang on. It was the bushes of Zimbabwe, amongst the herds of the day and the beasts of the night. Among the trample of zebras, wildebeeast, elephants and giraffes, there with the roar of the lions and the laugh of the hyenas, the gaze of the vultures and the hiss of the snakes. There as the new member of my proud tribe. That must be it. Dang. No. I was a born a girl in greece, near the pantheon of old gods, christened in the churches of new. No. A proud only son of a chinese farmer. No. The unwanted child of a street walker. No. An average kid in an average neighbourhood in London. No...
What's my name?
Well. It writes Paul on my I.D., but i'm sure i was once John, once Theia, once Quinton, twice Alexander, and trice in languages i do not know now. But what does it matter. I'm 01-EN-03944, That's my time zone, my vocation and my personal number. Its unique. So why do i need something like a name. After all, there must be a thousand Pauls, and even more Johns in my timezone. The number is better. Oh-Three-Nine-Double-Four.
-Paul, 01-EN-03944.
Am currently in camp after a bout of confusion which suprisingly did not leave me as unhappy as i expected myself to be. Perhaps its the fact that i would have spent my night in front of the computer in a different place anyway, doing not too different things, reading not too different websites.
Anyway. To build on the memory thing a few posts ago..
Where did i grow up? you ask.
Well. It was just off Christchurch, beneath the stars and amongst the sheep and grass. And i used to run thousand of miles across unobstructed plains, chasing sheep and smelling flowers. It was great. But wait. No. It was not christchurch. It was in the hustle and bustle of New York, right amongst the jungle of buildings, amongst man walking so fast that they appear in a blur of grey and white and black and brown. Yes. That must be it. Hang on. It was the bushes of Zimbabwe, amongst the herds of the day and the beasts of the night. Among the trample of zebras, wildebeeast, elephants and giraffes, there with the roar of the lions and the laugh of the hyenas, the gaze of the vultures and the hiss of the snakes. There as the new member of my proud tribe. That must be it. Dang. No. I was a born a girl in greece, near the pantheon of old gods, christened in the churches of new. No. A proud only son of a chinese farmer. No. The unwanted child of a street walker. No. An average kid in an average neighbourhood in London. No...
What's my name?
Well. It writes Paul on my I.D., but i'm sure i was once John, once Theia, once Quinton, twice Alexander, and trice in languages i do not know now. But what does it matter. I'm 01-EN-03944, That's my time zone, my vocation and my personal number. Its unique. So why do i need something like a name. After all, there must be a thousand Pauls, and even more Johns in my timezone. The number is better. Oh-Three-Nine-Double-Four.
-Paul, 01-EN-03944.
Friday 17 April 2009
Updated.
Just edited the previous post slightly to add in a few details I have left out and you could check it out by just scrolling down. (shouldn't be too long, don't expect this post to be a long one)
Well. most of my sentiments now have been reshaped and redirected into the story so yeah. guess if you can. no prizes for saying its something to do with the organisation.
whole day at home today. doing nothing. bored.
Well. most of my sentiments now have been reshaped and redirected into the story so yeah. guess if you can. no prizes for saying its something to do with the organisation.
whole day at home today. doing nothing. bored.
Tuesday 14 April 2009
memories.
They said they found a way to extract the memory. Extract it, then can it, replicate it, mass-manufacture it, then sell it to a million different person.
Words of authors, unwritten, will no longer be lost. Paintings, by artists, will cease to be undrawn. Man could now feast upon the infinite knowledge of the luminaries of science, to build upon one another without any confusion. Man could now sell or simply discard those unwanted memories, bad breakups and terrible deaths, nightmares at midnight and bad bosses by midday. As long they are so much imprinted as lightly touched on in your minds, they could extract them.
Celebrities are now unforgettable, not when you own a piece of their memory, a fragment of their daily lives. TV and youtube are obsolete now, who needs dramas when you can watch them unfold, 'seconds after they happen', who needs sports shows when you could get them now 'live in your head', feeling the rush of blood through the athlete's brains as they leap run and swim at breakneck pace. Facebook and twitter could now be customised to reflect your real time thoughts. Animals need not be conserved, not 'so that our children could see their majesty', not when i could simply pass on the film in my camera to them. In fact, they could see every species they ever wanted to see, and perhaps slightly more. No longer do we need to fear of losing our culture and tradition. Who can, now that the gods are injected into our veins. And god could never die when they are remembered.
Security is now much better. We could wipe clean any dirty slate and write it anew. Terrorist today, pure hearted humanist the other. And its more humane, we don't need jails or the death sentence now, why punish, when you can rehabilitate to perfection. What of the victims you ask?
Why? They don't even remember it (with some help of course). No longer will there be political discourse, or fear of evil dictators, or 'unrepenting hordes of capitalists' advances, Everyone would inject and subscribe to the manifesto. No one says no. Not when big brother is right there in your head. Who needs big brother anyway? or neo-pavlovnian conditioning? All it takes is a jab. You won't feel the pain at all.
Of course there are those who try to rebel. 'Individualists' they call themselves, for they believe in the individual, the rights for each to have their own memory, their own thoughts. But haven't science proved again and again that centralisation and scale allows for faster thought and quicker answers? Why would we need the right to think as 'I' instead of 'We'? Why would we want something that may potentially destroy the very fabric of social cohesion?
But the public have been mostly cooperative, after much work of course. This new technology have allowed us to specialise the memories of the individuals to suit their statuses. Of course we still allow for people to grow to what they are, we aren't a discriminating group, we don't do the caste thing. What we do is to sharpen the minds and focus them, so that they could realise their full potential. The workers will get the memories of a goldfish. 7 seconds. All they need is to know how to screw on a screw, nothing else, and never be bored of it. Gone will their wants of cars and houses, or their secret hope of winning the lottery. One could not wish for such things when one could not recall any of them. The scientists will share a common databank, A million heads is better than one. And again, their material wants are wiped out, when there's no 'I', there isn't any thing that's 'mine'.
And the world is a peaceful place now. No more conflict and wars as all the reasons for them are removed. Everyone now have the exact same memory of past events and have the exact same political sentiments. Religion, on which so many wars are fought on, is now united under a common memory of a common savior, and all sing praises in his name, no more splits like those ancient times.
This is progress.
-written for a friend who probably didn't expect this to come out. i don't think its too complete, but i'm too sleepy to continue.
Words of authors, unwritten, will no longer be lost. Paintings, by artists, will cease to be undrawn. Man could now feast upon the infinite knowledge of the luminaries of science, to build upon one another without any confusion. Man could now sell or simply discard those unwanted memories, bad breakups and terrible deaths, nightmares at midnight and bad bosses by midday. As long they are so much imprinted as lightly touched on in your minds, they could extract them.
Celebrities are now unforgettable, not when you own a piece of their memory, a fragment of their daily lives. TV and youtube are obsolete now, who needs dramas when you can watch them unfold, 'seconds after they happen', who needs sports shows when you could get them now 'live in your head', feeling the rush of blood through the athlete's brains as they leap run and swim at breakneck pace. Facebook and twitter could now be customised to reflect your real time thoughts. Animals need not be conserved, not 'so that our children could see their majesty', not when i could simply pass on the film in my camera to them. In fact, they could see every species they ever wanted to see, and perhaps slightly more. No longer do we need to fear of losing our culture and tradition. Who can, now that the gods are injected into our veins. And god could never die when they are remembered.
Security is now much better. We could wipe clean any dirty slate and write it anew. Terrorist today, pure hearted humanist the other. And its more humane, we don't need jails or the death sentence now, why punish, when you can rehabilitate to perfection. What of the victims you ask?
Why? They don't even remember it (with some help of course). No longer will there be political discourse, or fear of evil dictators, or 'unrepenting hordes of capitalists' advances, Everyone would inject and subscribe to the manifesto. No one says no. Not when big brother is right there in your head. Who needs big brother anyway? or neo-pavlovnian conditioning? All it takes is a jab. You won't feel the pain at all.
Of course there are those who try to rebel. 'Individualists' they call themselves, for they believe in the individual, the rights for each to have their own memory, their own thoughts. But haven't science proved again and again that centralisation and scale allows for faster thought and quicker answers? Why would we need the right to think as 'I' instead of 'We'? Why would we want something that may potentially destroy the very fabric of social cohesion?
But the public have been mostly cooperative, after much work of course. This new technology have allowed us to specialise the memories of the individuals to suit their statuses. Of course we still allow for people to grow to what they are, we aren't a discriminating group, we don't do the caste thing. What we do is to sharpen the minds and focus them, so that they could realise their full potential. The workers will get the memories of a goldfish. 7 seconds. All they need is to know how to screw on a screw, nothing else, and never be bored of it. Gone will their wants of cars and houses, or their secret hope of winning the lottery. One could not wish for such things when one could not recall any of them. The scientists will share a common databank, A million heads is better than one. And again, their material wants are wiped out, when there's no 'I', there isn't any thing that's 'mine'.
And the world is a peaceful place now. No more conflict and wars as all the reasons for them are removed. Everyone now have the exact same memory of past events and have the exact same political sentiments. Religion, on which so many wars are fought on, is now united under a common memory of a common savior, and all sing praises in his name, no more splits like those ancient times.
This is progress.
-written for a friend who probably didn't expect this to come out. i don't think its too complete, but i'm too sleepy to continue.
Monday 13 April 2009
Its range tomorrow again. firing against metal boards, pretending that it'll teach us to shoot at a living person properly. But of course there will be some that'll tell me that its just a simulation and part of a package, so just go along and get it over and done with. Sometimes its not the action, its the thought that matters.
You know this is just one of those days that you just feel as though you should post something. Regardless whether its relevant, true, or interesting. Its one of those days that your brain challenges itself to create something out of nothing.
So yeah.
You know this is just one of those days that you just feel as though you should post something. Regardless whether its relevant, true, or interesting. Its one of those days that your brain challenges itself to create something out of nothing.
So yeah.
Sunday 12 April 2009
alrights.
Now that the false hope is gone. I can finally concentrate on doing stuff i was always supposed to do. The dream of local medicine is well and truly over. gone. concluded. Looks like i won't be able to make it over here. Its time to try for 'greener' pastures.
where the hell is my ISAT results.
Now that the false hope is gone. I can finally concentrate on doing stuff i was always supposed to do. The dream of local medicine is well and truly over. gone. concluded. Looks like i won't be able to make it over here. Its time to try for 'greener' pastures.
where the hell is my ISAT results.
Saturday 11 April 2009
sent off
Just sent Zhou and Reubs off to Taiwan a few moments ago and yeah. had an awesome time. visited Uniqlo and stuff and yeah. it was fun.
Its three weeks this time around, only 3 weeks and i still do have randall, joko, jon and hoe around. But yeah. it perhaps a year or so, it maybe my turn to walk past those gates for say, 6 months or a year?
damn.
haha. but yeah. thats a long long time to go.
its late.
Goodnight.
Its three weeks this time around, only 3 weeks and i still do have randall, joko, jon and hoe around. But yeah. it perhaps a year or so, it maybe my turn to walk past those gates for say, 6 months or a year?
damn.
haha. but yeah. thats a long long time to go.
its late.
Goodnight.
Tuesday 7 April 2009
Unintended post.
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one Ill always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one Ill always love
Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one Ill always love
Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
Before you
Awesomely hauntingly nice song. Currently ranks up there in my playlist with slow dancing.
Unintended- Muse
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one Ill always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one Ill always love
Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one Ill always love
Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
Before you
Awesomely hauntingly nice song. Currently ranks up there in my playlist with slow dancing.
Unintended- Muse
Monday 6 April 2009
just normal ramblings.
Its another week and four days worth of work and yeah, the usual boredom and restlessness sets in and stuff. But yeah. you don't want to hear about that do you?
Just watched stuff by The lonely Island. And quite frankly, they're losers, haha. but funny, awesomely funny losers. Check them out on youtube or myspace or something.
By the way, Grand Theft Auto IV is an awesome game, haha. not in the killing or gameplay part. You can get those wholesale in any game nowadays. But the small snippets of humour inserted wittily in the game. I could just steal a car, and just sit in it and drive around listening to their radio. Or stand by the roadside, and listen to the conversations amongst the crowd. Those guys are geniuses. haha.
And true to the West Ham promise, it still promises to be a good week.
But yeah. there's something i have to highlight. Manure brings on a new guy and the press is like all over him, WEST HAM debutants score goals every week and nothing gets mentioned cept probably a short line at the end of a unusually short match report.
And best of all?
Starhub don't even bother showing West Ham's goals.
But oh wells. Part and parcel of a hammer supporter.
Zola's CLARET AND BLUE ARMY!!!
till next time
Just watched stuff by The lonely Island. And quite frankly, they're losers, haha. but funny, awesomely funny losers. Check them out on youtube or myspace or something.
By the way, Grand Theft Auto IV is an awesome game, haha. not in the killing or gameplay part. You can get those wholesale in any game nowadays. But the small snippets of humour inserted wittily in the game. I could just steal a car, and just sit in it and drive around listening to their radio. Or stand by the roadside, and listen to the conversations amongst the crowd. Those guys are geniuses. haha.
And true to the West Ham promise, it still promises to be a good week.
But yeah. there's something i have to highlight. Manure brings on a new guy and the press is like all over him, WEST HAM debutants score goals every week and nothing gets mentioned cept probably a short line at the end of a unusually short match report.
And best of all?
Starhub don't even bother showing West Ham's goals.
But oh wells. Part and parcel of a hammer supporter.
Zola's CLARET AND BLUE ARMY!!!
till next time
Sunday 5 April 2009
Thursday 2 April 2009
Slow Dancing in a burning room
It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin breath of
this love we've been workin on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
so I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
we pulled too many false alarms
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room
I was the one you always dreamed of
you were the one i tried to draw
how dare you say it's nothin to me
baby, you're the only light I ever saw
I make the most of all the sadness
you'll be a bitch because you can
you try to hit me just to hurt me
so you leave me feelin dirty cuz you can't understand
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room.
Sex played out on a guitar...
Slow Dancing in a burning room- John Mayer..
Now if i can just get that riff right.. haha.
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin breath of
this love we've been workin on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
so I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
we pulled too many false alarms
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room
I was the one you always dreamed of
you were the one i tried to draw
how dare you say it's nothin to me
baby, you're the only light I ever saw
I make the most of all the sadness
you'll be a bitch because you can
you try to hit me just to hurt me
so you leave me feelin dirty cuz you can't understand
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room.
Sex played out on a guitar...
Slow Dancing in a burning room- John Mayer..
Now if i can just get that riff right.. haha.
Wednesday 1 April 2009
April's fool
Its April Fool's. And unlike previous years, where the day is celebrated with great spirit to great length.. I'm not really in the mood this time around. Perhaps its the organisation, or perhaps its the lack of opportunity to go out and do stuff.
Bored.
I need some ideas.
To dunno.. write a story?
Start a business?
Do something?
But yeah.. To all those that tricked, to those that've been tricked, those that shall be and those that shall, Happy April fool's
Till next time
Bored.
I need some ideas.
To dunno.. write a story?
Start a business?
Do something?
But yeah.. To all those that tricked, to those that've been tricked, those that shall be and those that shall, Happy April fool's
Till next time
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