News: 23/12

Its 2 days to Christmas!!! Oh who am I kidding. Christmas in Singapore is just another day for me since I'm neither religious or my family exciting. Thats about it. Happy Holidays I guess.

In other news, I found out today that I cannot work in a committee :D Today after the hard labor of moving stuff 50 meters to the right, campfire comm sat down to plan the opening of the campfire. And as I sat there, hyped up by the endorphins in my system after some good hard exercise, I gave suggestions and participated! A bit too much. You see, I would suggest an idea, and someone else would also suggest an idea, I would argue until I got my idea written down. Its not that my ideas were trash or even better than the other. They would be similar in merit, but i would fight to have mine used. Like any good scientist, I experimented on how much force it would take for me to sit back and accept another person's idea. Sadly, it took a lot of restraint to sit back and say "Thats a good idea." So lesson learnt. Try to value other people's opinions more. Or failing that, restrain yourself better.

Also, got GTA San Andreas from Dao Han. THANKS! New game to play :D Installed and works just fine.

NEW SHORT STORY!

Yay everyone new short story. I've been watching clips of Heavy Rain and was sorely disappointed to see that its only on PS3. Its a wonderfully cinematic experience and i'll be proud to say i've played it. Its a genre defying innovation. So here's a story heavily inspired by Heavy Rain.

Murder Suicide

Darkness. The light flickers in the dank corridor, marred with organic brown stains of dilapidated dry wall. The faded and frayed carpet beneath his feet stained by the alcohol spilling from the bottle. Muted sobs. Broken glass. A picture, happy people, torn in two by fate. Harsh music plays on, percussive heartbeats of despair itself. Rain splatters against the glass, creating shadows in an already dark room. He staggers toward the glass in a final testament of his resolve, hurling himself out, a final crescendo, and is heard from no longer...

The rain poured down, mingling with the dirt on the pavement, and the blood seeping onto the street as an apartment building loomed over the scene like a watchful guardian. Detective Franklin Lenox didn't have to work on Christmas, and he damned well knew it, but since his wife had left him and taken the kids, he had nowhere else to go, except back to the bottle. The brown, red mixture seeped toward him and stained his leather boots. He shook off the haze of half a bottle of Jack Daniels and glanced down at the scene. Not pretty, as usual. A young lieutenant sidled up to him, and Frank could tell, by the look on his face, it was his first field job. The queasy, nervous look on his face; "Figures, Christmas eve and they send me a boy" The scene had been taped up by uniforms already, and the curious, pressing faces of the crowd told him that there were no witnesses. He looked down at the body. It was curiously peaceful, for a guy who had a hole in his chest. Limbs were twisted beyond recognition, and his skeleton was pulp. Christmas was a common season for jumpers and Frank had seen another two today. The only problem was the hole in his chest. It was a through and through, the ribcage jutting outward like petals of a flower. This was no suicide, it was murder. He looked up at the building and spotted a broken window. He turned and the lieutenant hurried after him...

The apartment manager sweated profusely as he followed the detective up the dilapidated stairs to the deceased's apartment. "Didn't know 'im that well, I swear it..." He mumbled, "Quiet fellow, kept to himself y'know? There was this girl that followed 'im around, I ah, forget her name. 'Cept, she don't come around no more, y'know?" The young lieutenant was taking notes, and Frank was happy to let him deal with the red tape. Frank Lenox didn't get to be a top detective by taking notes. He felt the surroundings. Became one with them. That way he knew what was out of place straightaway. The dark, dank corridors, rotten walls and flickering lights spelled suicide nice and clear. This place was depression personified. "'ere we are, room 401." The manager took out the keys and opened the door with a creek. The one room apartment was dark. Musty wallpaper hung off the walls, and the streetlights outside gave the room an eerie glow. Rats scurried around the kitchen counter and a light flickered in the bathroom. Frank walked over to the window. Shards of glass hung off it, and looking down, was the body it had failed to restrain. The only table was crowded with liquor bottles and nothing else. Ripped pictures of a girl and the victim littered the floor. "Textbook suicide" Frank called out. "No guns anywhere though." Added the lieutenant. "Strange" thought Frank. But other cases needed his attention. As he left the apartment, a single scrap of paper caught his eye. He picked it up and eyed it over, but had no clue what it meant. It simply said:"1/6"...

Frank settled in the office for what seemed to be a rather bleak evening. Two drunken teens had just been brought in for drunken partying and he had to do the usual red tape.

"So, what are you teens in for then?" He asked.

"We didn't do no nothing" The larger of the two exclaimed. "We were just drinking and playing russian roulette and blasting music and stuff."

Frank sighed "They called the police because of that music, and russian roulette? Are you guys frickin nuts?"

"Yea, that kid upstairs hated our music, screamed at us a few times too. Then he showed up at our door today with our revolver and said we should play again."

"Again?"

The smaller one piped up, "Yea, we play russian roulette all the time, but with no bullets, to get ourselves buzzed. Its an ancient revolver see? Can't get bullets nowhere. 'Cept tonight." He sniggered.

"Tonight?"

"He showed up with our gun, we hadn't seen it for days. He screamed at us a good bit too, but we were buzzed as hell. He gave us our gun and left with a bottle o rum. So we tried the gun out the window and it actually fired! We were so stoned that we laughed." And with that the smaller one fell off his chair and lay still. "Hang on, where did you live again?" Frank asked, suddenly sharp.

"Room 301 at the Carter building, at Queens. Why?"

Peace on Earth man...

I realised we should probably stop wailing on the religion folks.

Of course we could tell them that they're wrong, or science proves this or that, but why rock the boat, especially if their boat isn't going your direction? They have their beliefs and you have your's, so unless they manifest and clash physically, there's no reason to respond to them.

The cause of today's post is:

1. I have nothing much to say, except for the 403 party at Dylan's house. That was awesome.

2. I overheard this conversation on an mrt about 2 guys arguing over theological theories.

They walked away both upset and both equally unsatisfied.

I've argued with religious people before, and its tedious and frustrating when someone else doesn't see things your way, especially with a concept so ingrained into the mind that it is hard to extract without permanent damage such as religion. So here's a list of reasons why not to argue with a religious person:

1. You view his viewpoints as ignorance and disregard any reason he has to offer.

2. You try to tear down his mental framework and replace it with your own, no matter how flawed, i.e conversion.

3. You feel you are in some way superior to him because he doesn't share your beliefs.

4. You become condescending and believe it is his ignorance and stupidity that prevents him from seeing things your way.

5. You've just sunk as low as religious people. Congrats, you are now one of them.

If a religious person does try to force his beliefs on you, then feign disinterest or engage in witty banter. If executed correctly, he will feel frustrated enough to be discouraged. If he can't take a joke, steer clear.

On a lighter note. Dylan's house was awesome XD And i realised I love starting fires haha. Its like an adventure when you start out, and having to make split second decisions and judgements with the physical thrill of the heat of the flames teasing you. Its awesome to start fires :D

And so many 403 people showed up today! It really feels like family again, and I can't help but smile when I looked at everyone :) Wanted to play Guitar Hero badly though. Too bad really. But the victoria secret show more than makes up for it though ^^ Played with Dylan's dog a lot too! She's soooo cute! I want a dog when I get my own place. Not sure about the responsibility though, cause I'll probably be gone a lot at night. Ah well. BBQing stuff is awesome.

And I still maintain I make the best charcoal toasted marshmallows this side of Singapore :D

Chuck is awesome

I'm watching the entire season of Chuck now. Season 3 to be exact. Its pretty awesome :D Although people say it kinda defeats the purpose of a nerdy geek fighting evil, i think the intersect in his head is still the essence of Deus Ex Anima. But the thing about Chuck really is the whole love hate relationships between the characters. Its so complicated and frustrating looking at Chuck blow it so many times. But I really feel like I want a girl again. The whole thing with Jan was complicated and messed up. But I think I finally know the reason why it didn't work out in the end.

It was age.

Back then we were too immature to ask if this was what we wanted, if we knew where we were going. So we blindly followed the stereotypes of what a boyfriend and girlfriend was supposed to do. We so blindly followed this that when we actually knew what we wanted out of the relationship, it was too late. It fell apart.

But the warmth and security and physical intimacy. I miss that. I really do.

Having someone to be with, no barriers or secrets, to hold each other. I want that. I want it again.

Honestly, this is going to be the one quote from "Love Guru" that I'm going to follow.

"You must love yourself, before you can love someone else."

So. What am I?

(a) A Scotch drinking, partying, Barney Stintson?

(b) A down to earth, devoted, caring and emotional boyfriend

Now to see how many readers I have. Pick (a) or (b) if you think that's what i truly should be and tag me on Twitter. And don't reference the blog :P I'll release it when I want.

I'm pretty tired. But I'm still posting. Hey!

Damn I'm exhausted.
Day after day of 9 to 5 ARP takes its toll. In the dead silent lab, watching the night sky with my microscope. Its actually quite amazing. Quantum dots are really beautiful. They twirl and swirl around in random directions, sparkling like shooting stars. Hang on, I may have a video.

Nope, I don't

But here's some nice shots :D

But still, work is tedious and exhausting, watching the tiny pixels on the screen for hours. It somehow drains you of life.

Trying to finished before Christmas and New Year, so that I can get some fun in order with the 403 gang. Which means I'm in overdrive now, its the only thing keeping me focused.

An introverted gamer nerd,

A debonair party animal,

A dreamer looking for romance.

Pick one, all me :)

OH NOOOOOO

play the video in the background as you read my post.

1. Mentor says my ARP has been done by 8 PhDs in Korea in a National Science Lab.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

2. My mentor declares last 4 months of ARP as "backup data" and requests I start again with a new batch of quantum dots.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

2a. The deadline is in 3 weeks.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

3. Twitter is now extremely addictive.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

4. I have no more games to play.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

5. Taylor Swift is growing on me after being introduced by someone.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

6. There are no more decent parties for a while.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

7. The video is extremely annoying and you would have turned it off by now.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

If you haven't turned off the video, congratulations! Have a cookie on me. It'll help you get over your hearing loss :D

Bye.