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called home with lee lim’s phone. dad admitted to hearing “a piano tune” incessantly playing for a good 10-15 minutes after dropping me off. pissed HIM off no end. he thought it was coming from the CD or something. i don’t blame him… the samsung polyphonic tone is strangely unidirectional. i told him i’d be going home first thing tomorrow, then my sis icqed to say he managed to convince her to accompany him on another drive down here… so i’m getting my phone back by tonight. yay.

i didn’t insist on this… don’t make me a villain.

Gary :: Mar.30.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

<b>FUCK!!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!</b>

just returned to hall. barely 10 seconds after i got out of the car i realised i left my handphone on the dashboard. by the time i spun around my dad was already a good 50 metres away, so i rushed to lee lim’s room to borrow his phone, and called my number, hoping the incessant ringing from my phone would at least hint to my dad that something’s amiss. (couldn’t call dad directly cos his phone died yesterday, and he’s planning to buy another tomorrow. what fucked-up luck.)

nothing happened after a good 10-15 minutes of relentless dialing, by which time i figured he’d already be on the expressway… so here i am in my room.. feeling lost and cut off.

lee lim’s using his phone now and i can’t find a goddamn public phone in this place.. not to mention that i don’t have a phonecard. going home on the first bus tomorrow morning… ie 6am.

<b>FUCK.</b>

Gary :: Mar.30.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

The wind howls outside as i write this. and i mean <i>howl</i>.
it’s loud, furious, and unrelenting. it shrieks through the one-inch gap left in the kitchen window. the calender on the wall goes crazy. things topple. the clock on the wall swings back and forth, in time with the seconds. all this despite the fact that the windows in the hall are shut tight, effectively creating a pocket of high pressure in the flat. i dread to imagine the resulting chaos should i be brave enough to unlatch a pane or two.

i close the kitchen window completely, and the howling grows much louder, screaming through the external architecture, vibrating the glass with its awesome fury. i’ve not witnessed winds this strong since the monsoon season 2 years ago.

there is a soft sound of metal against wood, and i find the front door straining in its frame, holding up against the force of the gale wrecking havoc in the lift lobby outside. a part of it finds the tiny allowance under the door, and the doormat shoots back a good couple of feet into the house.

then, as suddenly as it all began, all is quiet.

in other news:

i just woke from the most beautiful dream i have ever had. i’m pretty sure it is. in it, i wasn’t rich, nor famous, but i was really really happy. the colossal disappointment of waking is probably why the desperate go insane.

Gary :: Mar.30.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

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Gary :: Mar.27.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

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Gary :: Mar.27.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

not going for tut tomorrow… kinda pointless since the complete worked solutions are available on the lecturer’s website anyway.

plan on going for a trekking trip organised by the ntu odac. 4 people: yunjia, minjia, xiangron and i. arnie refuses to go cos “it’s too close to the end of exams”.

what fun. gonna try to secure tix tomorrow… hope there’s still space left. 5-11 may.. somewhere in a kelantan jungle.

earned second spot in the group category of the hall talentime. shoutz to yunjia, gina and guitar too.

anyone wanna spend those marche vouchers anytime soon?

kena influenced by yunjia… now listening to yanzi’s wo bu nan guo over and over again… so chui. urgh.

mandrake linux 9.1 has been released! yay! time to download and upgrade. 3 cds worth…

revision going faster than expected. i think. it takes me about 15 mins to go through one chapter of stuff. i wonder if the speed is due to inate familiarity or blessed igorance.

sick of looking at diagrams of MOSFETs. Metal Oxide Field Effect Transistors… sigh… who thinks of shit like this? on the same note, someone shoulda shot Fourier and Laplace when they had the chance.

been looking at various crap sites for laughs:
<ul>
<li><a href=”http://www.geocities.com/asianprince213″>asian prince</a>
<li><a href=”http://www.alexchiu.com”>fucking genius</a>
<li><a href=”http://www.superiching.com”>fucking genius II</a>
<li><a href=”http://www.ultra-faster-than-light.com”>can you smell S.C.A.M?</a>
</ul>
yup.. that’s about it.. for now. shall post more crap sites next time… once i locate that list.

out of curiosity, i wonder how many people actually read this journal. if you do, drop me an icq message. i’m expecting the usual bunch.. yk, alex, nathan, yl (if he’s still alive) and maybe weijian? also hall ppl… you know who you are. anyone else i’ve missed out, yeah, lemme know too.

Gary :: Mar.26.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

sitting at my comp, sleepless as usual. listening to this beautiful piece… thinking of many things. mostly happy thoughts, though i have no idea why.
everyone who hasn’t heard hymn to hope really don’t know what they’re missing out on. tried to locate my david copperfield vcd just now.. the one with Flying.. but couldn’t find it. sigh… seems like i’ll have to go buy another one…

when you’re tried, but your body is running on its own momentum, do you get this slight pounding in your skull? i do. it’s like something’s trying to get my attention, telling me to knock off…

bored… typing random thoughts while waiting for the track to play itself out..

exam stress starting to build up. must go buy past year papers soon. can’t wait for the 3rd of May.

still haven’t memorised the chord sequence for the performance on tuesday.

the tickets for the McBride show next week have been sold out. am royally pissed.

haven’t had a beer in ages. not that i need one really badly.. quite happy, in fact, that i have no reason to…

realised this post is full of rubbish. better stop here.

Gary :: Mar.24.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

downloaded this little proggie to update my journal without going through the whole web interface thing… now testing it out.
all the same settings in a win32 app. how convenient.

Gary :: Mar.23.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

woke up at 1, cos some irritating group of people were shouting/chanting away downstairs… plus i forgot to draw my curtains before turning in last night so the midday sun hit me directly in the eyes. it’s like what you would expect waking up in heaven to be like. only it was too hot.

was supposed to go out in the afternoon but hail fell. mildly irritated and dissapointed i fell asleep again at around 1.45.

woke at 2.55 cos dad decided to watch some war flick on vcd. the volume setting he used had me nearly convinced that maybe the US thought Saddam was chillin’ in our living room, and had pounced on this chance to start the whole shock and awe business again.

tried to read some notes, but knocked out once more at 3.30.. next thing i knew, mom woke me up circa 7 for dinner.

it’s now 7.20… yawn.

Gary :: Mar.23.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »

would you rather be someone to the world or the world to someone?

on a quiet night, under the starry sky, when you raise your eyes towards the heavens, what do you see? a million breathtaking glistening stars or just that special one which seems to glow a little brighter than the rest — not tangibly, but more of because you and your special someone once pointed it out from the masses and gave it a name?

the saddest thing in life is loving someone who used to love you.

why are things always so perfect in dreams? are they part of some divine plan to give me the greatest let-down of my life?

i read somewhere that if the world was going to end in 10 minutes, you would find nothing but people calling other people just to say “i love you”.

Gary :: Mar.22.2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »