Light; Dark.

2007-03-29T21:48:00.000+08:00

Doctor? DOCTOR?
Is he going to make it? Is he!?

I need a defib, stat! He's going critical, we're going to need to give him every chance he has at surviving.

Its no use, to the OT!

Nurse, gauze.
More gauze.
Bandages.
Hacksaw.
Hand axe.
Butter knife.
Stapler.
Rag.
Ice-cream cone.
Oh fuck, he's lost too much blood, sponge.
Another sponge.
Three more sponges.
Oh fuck! His heart stopped!
Nurse! Aquarium pump, stat!
Holy shit, the initial incision is too large, his organs are spilling out.
Quick! Bring me a sewing kit!
OH FUCK! He's DEAD!

...

Someone tell the father.

"...I'm sorry, Sci. He's not going to make it."

-DEATH OF BLOG-

Re-link.

http://avoidingjudgment.blogspot.com

2007-01-20T22:21:00.000+08:00

In recent days I have discovered this need for a greater aural capacity.

My blog cannot deliver this sort of schmexiness in chimnology, therefore, I need to reupload my music and create a new player. Guess what? HOLY SHIT! I DID!

I have a full playlist here (courtesy of a certain cough site full of nice cough people who cough host cough stuff cough for me) So anyway, This playlist includes J-Pop, SynthPop, Metal, Rock, Alternative, Techno and plain old Pop.

You'll hear these songs at random~ F5, F5, F5!!!

So anyway, in other news: I'm still not dead yet.
I'm not intending to die anytime soon
-and-
You're going to have to live with it.

I'm in the midst of reskinning my blog (I recently received a lovely registered copy of Adobe Photoshop CS3 from a.. uh.. benefactor (not pirated I swears)) so look out for a CUSTOM-MADE SCIBLOG (Yes, your pants are moistening in agonizing suspense).

Have a nice day.

2007-01-17T22:58:00.000+08:00

Does anyone hear cricket sounds? Anyone?

Where?
This may come as a shocking surprise to all of you, but, I'm not fucking dead yet! Yes! I'm still alive and kicking. I've decided to start posting in my blog again.
"but gasp scienyde u deidnt post 4 aegss LOLLLLZZZ"

Well, I'm still going to start posting again. Stay tuned for random humour, slapdash comments and wonderous flames.

2006-12-08T23:36:00.000+08:00

Ooops!

Where have I been?

...go figure

2006-11-25T22:53:00.000+08:00

Feedback Loop of my life.

My thoughts based on a structure of escalation. What I think about is based off what I was thinking about earlier. It extends to something I wasn't thinking of previously. What I thought I was thinking isn't really what I'm thinking anymore because I am thinking about how I was thinking what I thought I wasn't thinking about earlier. When I think about it, it hurts.

Amateur poetry time!
As I gazed upon my watch,
I realized it was late,
I something something awtch.
Something something ate.

P.S. This post sucks because I was fixing up my site: http://rzbclan.net
You still can't really see the site though, I'm working it off-net before I upload it. Have fun with the placeholder page.

2006-11-22T23:51:00.000+08:00

Dream
I once saw something in a dream of mine,
Long lost from memory the next day.
Was I searching for peace of mind...
Or was the dream simply, shunned away?

2006-11-20T22:36:00.000+08:00

I had originally planned a giant rant for today. It was very, very racist.
As such, I'll replace it with random thoughts.

Randomity to me, is something like saying something completely off point, elaborating on it in a manner that makes no sense, going further and further away from the point and then somehow linking it up with the current topic. Which makes no sense.

My previous favourite random word was, 'Potato', it sort of flew into underground roots, tubers and legumes, more things about how potatoes are nutritious and a source of electricity and water. How they can feed an ant for its entire lifetime.

Then since potatoes were far too expected for me to say than random, it had to be changed to the next random thing that entered my mind which just happened to be washing machines. Most of the ones today operate on fuzzy logic. Automated washing machines that know whats happening and when its happening and when its not going to happen. Like that tomahawk missile.

It knows where it is at all times, this is because it knows where it isn't. When it subtracts where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is, it obtains a deviation. Using this deviation, it can pinpoint where it is from where its not, or where its not from where it is, thus leading to where it is. The accuracy of the tomahawk missile is not to be laughed at. It can slam into a target within 5 centimeters at a range of 1 meter.

Vernier calipers make no sense either. They have a weird tail thing, two weird clamp things, and they smell funny. I once used a pair of vernier calipers, it was made of metal, it was small and it smelt like old things. The smell followed me around the entire day until I took a shower. The smell now lingers in my drainage pipes.

2006-11-19T18:24:00.000+08:00

Failure to continue thought processes; Blog post left as this for today.

Nothing came to mind this morning. Quite simply a lack of inspiration.

2006-11-18T18:31:00.000+08:00

Blogging.

What is the point of this 'blogging'? For me, I use it as a showcase of my (rather crappy, with that dry humour) writing. Some people tell the entire world what they've done on that day. But who gives a damn unless that person is famous? Not too many people. Perhaps stalkers or e-paedos.

Hmm, now that I think about it, I create my blog posts by thinking the entire day. In about the morning, I think about something. Over the afternoon, when I'm not doing anything, it develops itself, embedding itself in my memory long enough for me to write about it around the evening.

I myself enjoy writing, and even if you're not reading this, I'll continue writing for my imaginary audience.

Most of Singapore's blogging society are basically children with a sharp need to vent their anger towards their peers/seniors. They openly insult and flame these people on the internet. I'll repeat myself: Who gives a damn? Perhaps other children with some sort of mental problem, but they aren't exactly my target audience, I want mature minds to read my work, minds that know the difference between my last post and this post. Theres quite a difference besides the obvious, see if you can spot it. All in all not too many people give a damn, and when nobody gives a damn, people don't read your blog. Unless they're looking for a laugh.

Mm, got quite a good few laughs from reading people going:

'omgggg dat guy is so fukkerrrr he suxxkkkk i wana kil hemmmmmm!!1!!!! im teling u dis on thh intnret so dat u can no dat i m braev an smaert n stufz'

P.S. Again, heres had no inspiration to post yesterday. Not that you care... but sorry :P

2006-11-16T21:13:00.000+08:00

I've been thinking. About thought. What is thought?

Wiki definition:

Thought or thinking is a mental process which allows beings to model the world, and so to deal with it effectively according to their goals, plans, ends and desires. Concepts akin to thought are sentience, consciousness, idea, and imagination.

Many people think things in their head an an imaginary voice inside their head tells them what their thinking. What does this voice sound like? I can't describe mine. Is it really talking in your head? Can you hear it? What if theres no sound at all, could you still hear it? What if it were extremely noisy. You'd still hear your voice in your head thinking to you if you're thinking of something, right?

Imagining things. Picture this: You holding a teacup.

Where does the picture come from? I can see it in my mind. But where is my mind? I barely understand this at all. What I can see, touch, feel, hear, taste. Pretend you're eating a cake. You can taste the cake in your mind. This is extremely difficult to understand. Mm, mind over matter seems to actually make me wonder now. Since I can force my mind into feeding itself pulses and electrons that creates an image or a sound or a taste of something thats not...

I'd probably do more research on it, but its too much thought for me.

P.S. Someone asked me if I was an author or a writer. Is my writing good?
P.P.S. As usual, if anyone is actually reading this crap, please tag a message, aiight?

2006-11-15T21:08:00.000+08:00

Death.

Thinking about it makes me think even harder about it because I can't really grasp it on my first level of thinking. What is 'death'? I quote from Wikipedia...

"Death is either the cessation of life in a living organism or the state of the organism after that event. In all societies (almost) some symbol represents death in general. Common symbols of death in Western cultures include the grim reaper and the color black; conversely, in certain Eastern cultures, the color white is considered symbolic of death. The grave is a metonym for death."

In the end, you'll start thinking 'what comes after deth loll!!!!!'. The truth is, nothing. Nothing. What pushes Christians and all those other religions into believing that they will be sent to a utopia? I don't know. I stick by fact and by far, nothing has changed my perception of this.

I imagine, when I die, if I died of old age, right when I was awake to die a moment later.. everything would leave my mind. The brain stops functioning. Thoughts don't run through your head anymore. You lose consciousness, control over your body. Its like sleeping, never to wake up. With this, people believe that whe they die, they will be at peace forever. I just want to end my life on a happy note, so that when I actually die, I won't be worried or angry or anything at anyone.

This post might seem sudden, but I was just thinking about it and decided to let it out of my mind into a spoon for you to suck on.

Speaking of spoons, this post seems a little too grave and dull than my usual blatantly wet humour. So I'll just add on a little paragraph or something here to see if I can change the tone. I've got a good few lines written on chocolate, about how 20% of all alcoholic cakes are alcoholic, and how 95% of that alcohol is actually alcohol. Its strange.

You can get drunk eating cake.

P.S. I didn't post yesterday, I know, was at a wedding.
P.P.S. Switched to the new 'Blogger Beta' thing. If you're reading this, then its working.

As usual, I'll be asking for some comments or anything to be posted on my tag-board.

2006-11-13T19:21:00.000+08:00

Suprise! I updated again. Ooh, I'm becoming a blognerd.

Mm, blog. Reminds me of lasagna. Not sure why.

I've got nothing much to relate to you readers today. So um:
Slinger of the Cobalt Ocean is a John Thomas sucking son of a tart whose balls have been glued to his booty. His mother was a world-famous trollop and the greatest old scuppertard I've ever met. His father was a dealer in bullcannon and other various types of barnacle. He is infected with nine different types of STD and is now serving out a sentence for scuppering his mother.

Yeap.

On to the real post! Today, I did absolutely nothing worth comment other than waking up at 6:30 to fish until about 4pm and caught nothing except a runny nose and a couple of weeds. I do love fishing. Maybe I don't. Still, samey old thing.

I've decided that I'm going to become a famous internet weirdo on the internets. To accomplish this feat I need your help. You, go and tell all your friends, your parents, your children, your neices, your nephews, your uncles, your aunts, your grandmothers, your grandfathers, your cousins, your brother's uncle, your uncle's brother, your brother's uncle's brother's grandfather's granddaughter's uncle's brother's great-granddaughter. Once you have done all this, instruct them to do the same.

MAKE ME FAMOUS ON THE INTERNETS!

Buuut you probably won't anytime soon.

I know you evil users of the internet, you'll never do what I say. Ever. Like that time where I asked you to close your eyes for a minute. I bet you didn't. Its time for me to share something personal with the world today. Since a 'blog' is an online 'diary' of sorts where you relate to everyone outside in the world.

I enjoy cooking.

Anyway, I received an excellent tip for writing well on the internets. 'Now listen here, Scienyde, you shalt always remebereth that your audienth are moroneths!'. Its always worked. Thats why I'm writing so well today. I think. Do I? I doubt it. Well, you're reading this so um... HA!

Other stuff I planned to put into this post became watery poo when I reached this far down. I doubt anyone would read an extremely long blog post. If you're all the way down here. I love you.

2006-11-12T19:42:00.000+08:00

Mmphg!

Recently been scouting out blogs. I don't know, blogs are supposedly a way to find friends or something. Probably something, but still. Mmm, blog tagboard conduct is quite important, I'm wondering why anyone hasn't set up tagboard rules. People just go in and CAPSLOCK they're way into ruining my perfectly empty afternoon.

Onwards!

I am now a proud owner of my very own self-declared internet title.
Scienyde the Friendly 100% Organic Country-grown Internet Weirdo

Anyway the thing is, some people for some reason have decided to start hating me. I think they're still just little children in their minds looking for a reason to launch a protest against the general public and supporters of politics. These kinds of people are my favourite childish personifications of ardous tasks of endless memorizations that plague me endlessly.

As a learned writer, I suppose all I can do is... write on the internets, as your Friendly 100% Organic Country-grown Internet Weirdo. If you like my writing: Do please tag, its good to have support.

I know I'm nowhere near becoming famous anytime soon, because my humour appeals only to the sort of sick, twisted mind that I appear to have. I suppose my goal in writing a blog is to see if I can get readers. Readers. Readers!

Readers are the base of blogs. You don't have readers, you're blogging for nothing. Thats pretty much my logic. Also, I'd like to point out that I have music.

Music in blogs is a funny thing, you sometimes sit and wonder, 'what sort of music should I put on my blog'. Some people have autoplayed music, and no choice at all (Such as mine; I do quite love this classical violin piece, served up in a modern style, check out Yongfook, the weirdo British Japanese migrant thingymabob. http://www.yongfook.com)

Other people go for a varied approach, such as Tjia Ying (Monkey person thing, http://asphyxiation-.blogspot.com). Since you made it here, I'll tell you her password. Its.. its.. um..

E+(Fx2)+G+TA+((RDS+RDS)/2)-G

If you figured that out, she has a nice bunch of music, and she posts one song (nearly) every post she makes to tell you her mood or something. They call it 'radio blogging'. I think.

Anyway, if you like what you're reading: Tag me, I love reading praises.
If you DON'T like what you're reading: Tag me, I love reading constructive criticism.

2006-11-11T20:31:00.000+08:00

For a minute, close your eyes. Or don't. You probably won't. I know you evil people on the internet. You'll never do anything I say! Blasphemy!

Anyway, today, I've been sourcing blogs trying to see if there's any loophole in the cbox code that allows it to be removed without permission of the author; Of course, on private servers (such as crappy ones with near-empty security).. The possibilities are high that you could just remove the entire blog. Buuut some people just like those Yahoo! blogs. Evil blogs they are, impossible to crack because Yahoo! uses 128bit SSL... ack, such a bitch. Blogger is even worse. Its like, trying to break into a chicken egg with a string.

As for me, I'll just entrust my blog security to Blogger, and um, certain assholes need to be kept out of my blog. I'm working on IP suspension.. or better still, leave them unknowing that I have a blog. Certain people spam my cbox. Thats easily cured as well. Mm. I also don't like capslockers. I'll just deal with the few (1) that I have.

On a side note, I'm posting again. Whee, third post in a row. I must be doing something right.

2006-11-10T18:29:00.000+08:00

Barrump! Second post of this blog. I'm sure it will be a good one.

I have decided todays blog-post topic for myself. It will revolve around the stupidity and lack of English skills of today's children. I myself, am quite literate in chatspeak. I understand the following hard to understand words:
kulcltr
mefg
b2m
2fh

They are all _real_ words. I swear. Real as defined by existing. The point is, everyone speaks everything badly at some point. Growing up in Singapore, with technology, using a keyboard all the way. I sort of have this piss-poor penmanship. Still, my typing speed is faster than my speaking. I'm sort of a techno-dramatist. That means... something. Or something else.

For what I did today, as what most people blog about... I went to break into peoples blogs in the morning, went out fishing at Kranji Reservoir. Caught a >>CLAM<<. I think the sucker had his mouth open for food, and when my hook (I was using a small lure. The effective kind) landed on his mouth, he closed it and got dragged along. Its about 4-5ish cm at longest. Novelty catch of the month. Pretty much all I caught. Singapore sucks for fishing.

If I'm pretty sure I have readers, I'll start posting regularly. For now, I'm just posting every day for five successive days to see if I'm able to get anywhere.

EDIT: Because some soddy bastard thinks I'm discriminating against the illiterate, I've deleted part of my post and highlighted something else that was there that the old fool didn't see.

2006-11-10T09:12:00.000+08:00

Goood day to you, fine maam/sir. Its I, Scientist/Scienyde.

You're probably here to read about me, well, yes. I have set up a blog, so thats pretty much the point.

The fact is, some of you, I might have broken into your blogs by bypassing your javascript 'lock' which really doesn't help. Its easier than peanuts to break. I'd teach you, but I promised I wouldn't teach anyone. So anyway, you'll never find a lock on my blog, viva la readmy blogita.

I'll start with this first post.

I'm Scientist, some of you might know me in real life, but still, you don't know who I am. You probably do though. Anyway, this is my blog, I'll pretty much use it like everyone elses (stupidly) and post crap that no one else wants to read that might in a few rare cases be humourous or even just mildly amusing. Randomity used to be my forte, but I can't seem to pull the drainpipes out of my lower abdomen without having a washing machine stab me in the bladder.