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1) i found a text file in my root directory named SS2_debug.txt. it is bloody HUGE (10MB) for a text file and is filled with shit like

Data Read, bytecount at 1024
Data Read, bytecount at 2048
Data Read, bytecount at 3072
Data Read, bytecount at 4096
Data Read, bytecount at 5120
Data Read, bytecount at 6144
Data Read, bytecount at 7168
Data Read, bytecount at 8192

it goes all the way up to a huge number…. 10 MB worth.

2) some guy from brazil called a-ha (born 1983 and speaks portuguese) messaged me twice with
<i>”i am of brazil !!! you know the film of werewolf ( silver bullet)”</i>
am trying to be nice and not send him a message bomb.

3) i received an email from icq.com asking me to “re-activate” my ICQ number. i suspect someone has been trying to hack my account by requesting retrival of my password from the icq servers.

4) i got bounced mail for mail i’ve never sent, including an attachment named goldfish.scr. NAV 2k gives me the all clear though.

5) i received mail from someone including the attachment goldfish.scr.bat. damn. (see above)

6) some guy sent me klez infected mail. NAV took care of that.

7) i dialed-a-coke. the vending machine never responded.

8) UPDATE: a-ha just sent me another msg. “?????know werewolf ( silver bullet) ??” he seems to be fond of question marks. just wait till i bomb him with sixty thousand of those.

9) nothing’s happened yet, but i bet it will, sooner or later. i’m waiting…..

Gary :: Oct.27.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

woke to to sound of thunder half an hour ago… (and to the irritatingly cool feeling of rain splashing in the window onto my feet.)

had my first paper yesterday. not good. not good at all. suddenly someone decided it’d be a good idea to lump all the unconventional questions they could think off into one paper, just so that it would become The Paper that generations after us would still be talking about. with bated breath. not made any better by the fact that this is a 5-choose-4 paper, as opposed to previous years’ 6-choose-4.

Hoping other subjects will raise spirits a little.

am now crunching on oreos and soy bean milk. not a bad combo. here’s how i eat oreos. and let me tell you, it’s the <i>only</i> way to eat ‘em… you first split the thing into two. (that’s layer-wise, moron.) what you do with the plain half is entirely up to you. then you either eat the cream off the other half, or munch on it… the next time i see anyone just biting into an oreo <i>as is</i>, i’m gonna scream.

<i>
smart as a hammer?
or dumb as a brick?
whichever you choose;
you’re 6 inches thick.
</i>

Gary :: Oct.27.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

and i’m awake. i have no freaking idea why… collapsed at 2.30 last night… which is another first. maybe my body clock is fixing itself.. good sign. haven’t witnessed dawn AFTER going to sleep for a really long time.

whole hall’s so quiet and idyllic. inexplicable sensation of magical bliss.

have a sudden craving for breakfast at macdonalds…

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

<i>
“Prick your finger, it is done.
The moon has now eclipsed the sun.
Angel has spread its wings,
The time has come for better things.”
</i>

Gary :: Oct.18.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

it’s amazing how the night really flies by, yet day seems to crawl.

darkness seems to bring out this… life in me. can’t be too normal. i find that in the absence of any regimental schedule i default to a nocturnal lifestyle. hmm. and i feel really perked up in the pre dawn hours from 6 to 7… weird.

sun’s up… suddenly feeling lethargic. must go now.

Gary :: Oct.16.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

some sick bastard peed all over the toilet seat. and i mean ALL OVER.

asshole. to make a mess of that scale you need to be

a) blind
b) drunk
c) blind AND drunk
d) missing a leg

Gary :: Oct.15.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

Pensive again… contemplating writing another song… it’s been a long time since i did something like that.

tried some maths, now frustrated. someone should’ve shot the guy who first came up with integration. intellectual achievement my left buttock.

been praticing good ol’ magic too. came up with a new way to make the spectator’s chosen card switch places with one inside my shoe without me ever needing to bend down. sense of achievement duly watered down by afrementioned inability to perform integration. freaked out a few neighbours recently with the ambitious card and Ed Marlo’s snap change, customized by yours truly.

<b>Q:</b> what’s the difference between roast beef and pea soup?
<b>A:</b> anyone can roast beef.

bomb blast in bali. 185 people dead. more missing. *thoughts hawk back to the focus group i attended last week in SCI* Singaporeans involved this time… hmm. maybe well fed, well bred singaporeans won’t stay so obscenely apathetic anymore.

NABK is a berry found on some godforsaken tree in africa.

TOQUE is a feminine headpiece.

saw the word WAQF in use on iraq’s one and only portal on the internet. have no idea what it means, though.

marilyn manson rocks, as usual.

the past year exam solutions that a lot of us were conned into buying from library 2 are practically worthless. most of them are obviously wrong, yet the booklet looks so happy and contented, sitting there on the table… probably serene in the knowlege that many more of the unwary will fall into its devious trap of bullshit and white-faced lies.

i have 90 unused map pins of assorted colours in a box. i counted them one by one. there are 6 in use on my board and 4 on my roomie’s.

the Qoo cat only has one ear.

I am bored.

Gary :: Oct.15.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the Vatican what gold’s for

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Oh my!

Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Oh my!

Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Oh my!

Peter Pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live TV
Hanging there he looked a lot like you
And an awful lot like me!

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Oh my!

Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkin
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead

Oh my oh my oh
Don’t it make you want to cry oh?

Gary :: Oct.14.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

i received a parcel in the mail. this relatively large box (size 3 PostPac: 40cm x 25cm x 15cm postage paid SD$2.50)which turned out to contain a winnie the pooh bear. attached with two strips of scotch tape were the words “Happy 21st Birthday Gary” neatly typed and printed on a scrap of paper in point 16 Times New Roman. No punctuation, no exclaimation points. just “Happy 21st Birthday Gary”. Didn’t say who it was from. This is weird. The address too was neatly typed, printed and pasted on the box.

initial evidence and gut feeling pointed to the work of a guy / group of guys… yet i called up all possible suspects and no one seemed to know anything about it. Or were pretending not to. Either way, their surprise seemed as genuine as mine… so that just leaves a few more highly unlikely people….

WILL WHOEVER DID THIS JUST ADMIT?! i’m going crazy…

Gary :: Oct.13.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

21st birthday over just a couple of hours ago… was tied up the whole of the 5th trying to do tutorials and such… couldn’t go out with alex, nathan and weijian… yonglong’s been abducted and sold into the slave market somewhere in Toronto. much regrets…. maybe next week…? spent substantial time replying to incoming icq messages bearing birthday greetings. esp from people whom i thought have forgotten i exist. hmm. i’m on more people’s lists than i imagine.

waikay and danny messaged in 1337. that took time to read…

i know 4 people who share my birthday. freaky.
greetz to edwin, mervin, andy and julynn. hope you people had fun…

received a t-shirt (jersey?) from CE gang Jerome, Wenwei, Sushan, Lavina and Siying… muchos gracias! =)

pretty uneventful for the first half of today. woke up at 8.30 and had breakfast at macdonald’s with yunjia and gina… then went home and stoned the afternoon away…

dinner at east coast with family… seafood. ordered chilli crab, pepper crab, a fish, some scallop-y thing and kangkong. came up to $146. i don’t see the sense in spending so much on a meal… still… thanks dad, mom and little twerpy sis.

received: handphone from dad, cake (at home), red packet and two polo tees from mom, Sandman calender (way cool!) and a MAD Gross book from sis.

came back to hall thinking about a quiet evening. norman came knocking on my door at 10+, asking me to head over to his room to fix his comp. then a group of people in the courtyard started singing. cut a long story short, i ended up with cake on my face, cream in my eye and some chocolate up my nose. t-shirt totally ruined. had to take a second shower and wash my clothes.

the who’s who (in no particular order):
Genevieve
Daphne
Vincent
Kelvin
Baoxuan
Sebastian
Lifen
Jane
Norman
Wei Hsiung
Gina
Redzuan
Steven
Zhiwei
Lee Lim
Nicholas
Taijie
Gavin
Derrick
and Yunjia (absent with apologies, according to Gina. heh.)

you people define hall life. rock on.

received: Sketch of a nameless girl from Wei Hsiung. Cake in the face and lampost treatment from the guys. wishes from the rest. Oh, and there was enough cake left to eat, thankfully.

side note:
Gillian’s room is damn impressive. must leech inspiration for next year’s decor…

Gary :: Oct.07.2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »