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words cannot express the utter boredom i feel as i write this.
argh! no! must do something time-consuming.

Gary :: Aug.30.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

watched this documentary on the discovery channel last night… about this symptom called alien hand syndrome. it affects people who have had strokes, leaving certain parts of their brain permanently damaged, or the people who have had their two hemispheres of the brain detached from each other in a drastic operation to keep their epileptic siezures under control. sufferers of this disease basically go through their daily lives with one of their hands having a mind of its own. it behaves independantly, grabbing at things at will… damn freaky. there was this guy who was trying to eat with a fork, but his left hand kept holding an empty saucer in front of his mouth, getting in the way. another woman was trying to dress herself, but the alien hand kept pulling her skirt down. yet another woman complained of waking up in the middle of the night and finding her hand trying to strangle her. i am intrigued. very. seems the most common manifestation of alien hand syndrome lies in one hand trying to undo the actions of the other… patients open a book, and the other hand closes it. switch on a light, and the other hand switches it off. takes something, the other hand puts it back. it’s a constant struggle for these people. esp that guy who almost stabbed himself in the eye with his dinner knife, or that woman whose alien hand has this thing for doorknobs, and won’t let go off any that it happens to latch itself onto.

the production crew then enlisted the services of a hypnotist, who put 5 volunteers under the suggestion that they had alien hand syndrome. they awoke, fully unaware that they had been under hypnosis, and that they had been given a new “ability”. the a camera then follwed them as they individually walked through a crowded mall. one guy started grabbing at the bras hanging on the discount racks, another started on a current bun someone was eating at a deli. yet another latched on to a stuffed toy and wouldn’t let go, and a female subject’s hand developed an affinity for the door handle at the mall entrance. the process was, of course entirely reversible, but still left me kinda spooked out.

the implication of such occurances, according to “experts” is that there may be no such thing as free will. it may be that the body makes decisions on its own, the brain is informed, and it merely endorses those decisions. those it rejects for any number of logical reasons will simply not be carried out. in the case of brain damage, the brain is somehow unable to reject decisions made by the body, and the subconcious reigns free over the affected limb.

eek.

look at your hand. did YOU decide to put it where it is?

Gary :: Aug.25.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

I AM IN A STATE OF SHOCK.

i just chanced upon someone on the network who foolishly shared his root directory. so, being the person i am, i just HAD to take a look. nosed around in c:\WINDOWS… nothing…. in c:\program files\… nothing… for a while. then i stumbled upon his little treasure trove in c:\program files\morpheus\My Shared Folder… and in it, dumbstruck with horror, i found <i>loads</i> of gay porn. you don’t even have to open the files to <i>know</i> it’s gay porn. Gay Group Double Anal Fuck.mpeg and gay_locker_room_orgy(1)(1).mpeg are dead givaways. i even found myfavourtiepic.bmp. foolishly opened it. what i witnessed hence i shall leave to your active imagination. deeper i probed. i found his name. and course. and his roomate’s course. shall not mention names either in order to protect the innocent.

oh.. and he has ricky martin MTVs too.

*disclaimer: i’m all for personal rights and all and figure that if he wants to lean back where he should lean forward then it’s his problem. i’m just dogged by the whole “gay porn lying in the open” issue.

Gary :: Aug.20.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

when it’s quiet and i’m bored, i always end up writing stuff like this… it’s kinda strange… waking up the next day, reading the stuff you wrote the night before, and going “hmmm…”. it’s almost like giving yourself advice.
of course one or two of these little passages aren’t all that new, but hey… <b>random thoughts</b>… i can think of stuff i wrote a few months back can’t i?

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And it said
By the time you read this letter
I’ll be already gone
With my hopes and dreams in a suitcase
And a faded shirt well-worn
I’m headed west where the bright round sun
Shines at the end of each day
And I hope in time to come that sun
Will serve to light my way

And if I don’t come back in time
I want you to know if I was there
I would only say
I love you
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Sleep, little one, and fear not the dark, any more than you would my absence, for I will not leave. Rest well and dream hard. Follow your fancies, let them guide you to places you never thought could possibly exist. Curl up tight, and warm, and know, as you frolic through fields of gold, in sound slumber, that I am always here.
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Time heals most wounds.
You can overcome Fear, get over Grief and tame Anger, but there is no worse feeling in the human emotional spectrum — nor another which endures and intensifies with the passing of time — than Deep Regret.
So learn from Yesterday to treasure Today those who treasure you, for you might not get a chance Tomorrow.
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Think of your best friend, and ask yourself when you last gave him / her a smile? It’s not all about sharing jokes, and having good times. It’s about surviving the bad, and being able to look at each other, not saying a word, yet laugh at the same time. It’s about sharing lives.
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If the moon were made of green cheese, it would smell real bad by now. That is, of course, taking the assumption that you can take your helmet off in space and not have your brains sucked out through your nose.
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Gary :: Aug.13.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

just woke up and had a shower. stayed over last night at grand corpthorne with the rest of the manhunt / pageant people drinking the night away. most gave out at around 5. i winked out at around 7 i think… woke at 1115. felt like God decided to play around with the Earth Rpm settings knob. managed to drag myself home… how i managed that i will never know. got home, found the gate was padlocked and no keys. didn’t occur to me that there might be someone actually still IN the flat, so proceeded to the staircase landing and crashed out for the next 3 hours. woke and caught a cab back to hall. crashed out again.

Gary :: Aug.11.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

woke up early today to go for 104/103 tutorial. came across three giggly girls in the hallway at the north spine carpark, who unfortunately decided to make their way to their destination in 1-up formation. at the pace they adopted, one would’ve expected to see a hearse nearby. a swelling bunch of cursing and swearing ntu citizens who visibly could afford much less time than said individuals soon materialized behind them. i managed to break free, thankfully.

just finished the second round of sub comm recruitments for the JCRC. sleepy… but sleeping early tonight has gotta be the most stupid thing i can do.

Gary :: Aug.08.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

was fighting with the masses to get onboard the 179 that day at boon lay interchange when i spotted this… woman. she was grinning. or so i thought. it was a huge grin. kinda like the type you get when you peel someone’s lips off. but it didn’t look [i]quite[/i] right, so i was forced to take a second glance. i nearly regretted being born. that woman was an orthodontist’s nightmare. she was, in a nutshell, overly buckteethed. none of her teeth were straight. nor white. they were brown and all leaning outward at a 45 deg angle. she had braces, though i doubt if triple-steel-reinforced scaffolding would help… must stop…. recalling….

Gary :: Aug.04.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

elections finally over… i’m now the publications sec in the 13th JCRC. got in with 90.6% of the votes. wonder who were the people who voted against me… hmmm. must be hecklers. or the people i didn’t leave gifts for. heh. tianyun topped the charts with 97.3 percent… this year’s results set a new high, or so i heard.. no one got below 80%. in previous years not many got above that number… so um… that’s good. i think.

just found out i have tutorials tomorrow… was under the constant impression that i had the whole day free until i remembered union day meant half the day off… not the entire day. am pissed.

just used the dial-a-coke machine again. twice. dialed two soya bean drinks.

Gary :: Aug.01.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »