Stuck in eternal hell for two years.
What have I ever done to destiny that causes her to hate me?
The Edna Man
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Ambidexterity Update! #001
I've started training to become ambidexterous. So far I've practiced writing the alphabet with my left hand, using chopsticks, and using my mouse. So yeah. I'm going to get better though, then pwn Econs essays by doing two questions at the same time.
Asides from that, yeah. I've got more questions and observations about the world.
On Humour. It's actually a very amazing thing. What I've noticed is that humour is so universal to human beings. I think it's to show that "Hey, I'm not a threat, let me into your herd so I can get extra protection from predators." Almost (I mean almost; certain "enthusiastic" teachers display very little sense of humour at all) everybody uses humour almost everyday. Like, new people dumped into unfamiliar OGs. Jokes are the greatest form of acceptance. There are even people who make a living out of being funny. I've been watching a lot of Stand Up Comedy on YouTube, to get out of being emo all the time. Some of them are really quite good.
On Literature. Again I wonder why so many modern books aren't part of literary syllabus. I caught sight of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time (hope I got the title correct) being a core book in the English B syllabus. So why can't books like Dark Materials or Harry Potter be examinable as well? It'd get students more interested in Lit, for one. And there's so many similarities with them and Huck Finn. They're all controversial, difficult to read (in a sense) and are, seemingly, children's books. Maybe they just don't have the depth of all the other so called "literary works of art". Isn't that just an opinion.
On War. A poem by what'shisnameIcan'tremember about the horrors of World War One and how it was all useless to the next generation. Someone raised a point about how, in those times, soldiers were all 18 or 19 years old, too young to live through the horrors of war (most of them didn't). So I was wondering, why if 18's too young to go to war, why's it old enough to go to NS and train for war?
Memorized Thesaurus
The unnecessary, inessential, dispensable, unimportant, disposable, peripharal, redundant, superfluous, replaceable, insignificant Edna Man
Asides from that, yeah. I've got more questions and observations about the world.
On Humour. It's actually a very amazing thing. What I've noticed is that humour is so universal to human beings. I think it's to show that "Hey, I'm not a threat, let me into your herd so I can get extra protection from predators." Almost (I mean almost; certain "enthusiastic" teachers display very little sense of humour at all) everybody uses humour almost everyday. Like, new people dumped into unfamiliar OGs. Jokes are the greatest form of acceptance. There are even people who make a living out of being funny. I've been watching a lot of Stand Up Comedy on YouTube, to get out of being emo all the time. Some of them are really quite good.
On Literature. Again I wonder why so many modern books aren't part of literary syllabus. I caught sight of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time (hope I got the title correct) being a core book in the English B syllabus. So why can't books like Dark Materials or Harry Potter be examinable as well? It'd get students more interested in Lit, for one. And there's so many similarities with them and Huck Finn. They're all controversial, difficult to read (in a sense) and are, seemingly, children's books. Maybe they just don't have the depth of all the other so called "literary works of art". Isn't that just an opinion.
On War. A poem by what'shisnameIcan'tremember about the horrors of World War One and how it was all useless to the next generation. Someone raised a point about how, in those times, soldiers were all 18 or 19 years old, too young to live through the horrors of war (most of them didn't). So I was wondering, why if 18's too young to go to war, why's it old enough to go to NS and train for war?
Memorized Thesaurus
The unnecessary, inessential, dispensable, unimportant, disposable, peripharal, redundant, superfluous, replaceable, insignificant Edna Man
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
I'm From GEP and I like it that way
Way back up in the history, back in the past
Down in the classrooms where the marks surpassed
Having awesome teachers and ownage friends
Mad assignments and funky trends
That’s where I’m from and I’m proud to say
I’m from GEP and I like it that way
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend
It's the premier in education, there's nothing more that you can win
Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
All day long we do our homework
Then when it's all done we just go berserk
Mugging or LANning, we do it late into the night
And 'cos we're all just GEPs like the mainers all say (hey)
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend
We all hate this separation, if only GEP would never end
Yeah, we're all one family, wish it would stay
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend
C'mon, join the celebration, we'll party till we don't know when
Yeah, I'll say it again, though it's getting cliche
We’re from GEP
We’re from GEP
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
Parody of I'm From the Country by Tracy Byrd
Down in the classrooms where the marks surpassed
Having awesome teachers and ownage friends
Mad assignments and funky trends
That’s where I’m from and I’m proud to say
I’m from GEP and I like it that way
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend
It's the premier in education, there's nothing more that you can win
Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
All day long we do our homework
Then when it's all done we just go berserk
Mugging or LANning, we do it late into the night
And 'cos we're all just GEPs like the mainers all say (hey)
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend
We all hate this separation, if only GEP would never end
Yeah, we're all one family, wish it would stay
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend
C'mon, join the celebration, we'll party till we don't know when
Yeah, I'll say it again, though it's getting cliche
We’re from GEP
We’re from GEP
We’re from GEP and we like it that way
Parody of I'm From the Country by Tracy Byrd
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Human Nature
Another thought. I know how from Christianity humans are all sinful and stuff, but from an evolutionary standpoint human nature is perfect. It's all planned, worked out. First the basic premise: Survival above all. Then, the emotional and psychological programming which subliminates the first one so much that no one can sense it proactively. And then, all the crazy people like me, who don't care about survival anymore can all die out lonely, ensuring that the freak DNA isn't passed on to the next generation. All, again, for survival's sake.
Perfect.
The Edna Man
Perfect.
The Edna Man
Highlights of 2007
I was just reading through my blog posts of last year. And so now I'm going to put all my angsty thoughts of yesteryear in one place.
"I don't expect any help. Come on, this is Singapore."
So let's all shut up now. Even if it's wrong, or we don't believe or agree with it, keep it to yourself. Let the unjust go unspoken; let the problem go unsaid. Children should be seen and not heard. Everything that is disagreeable, or contrary, or different, just keep quiet. Silence for survival; survival above all.
A sock is a symbol, as is the act of not buying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, not buying a pair of socks can change the world.
Put the notes together and you get the melody of my life.
I guess that's why people with new ideas, who go against the flow, always feel so alone. When you're going the opposite way from everyone else, it sure is creepy.
What made you continue when nobody believed in you?
Why don't we all just work with the system, who cares about the flaws, accept that life is what it is, screw creativity, screw progress, screw point of view.
Why is it when kids do it it's wrong, but when adults do it, it's alright?
Nations become extremely closed-minded and unreceptive to new ideas, isolating themselves and then warring when they can't resolve their bipolar conflicts.
If you wanted to be so damn uniform about it, why not just plug up everybody in this whole damn universe to a gigantic pulsing brain so that IT controls everything and everything and everyone will be exactly the SAME. Why must you humiliate, shun, repremand me, just because I am different?
If one could ignore everything else the book was trying to say, about life and religion and the quantum theory; about multipule universes and the original sin; about knives and compasses and spyglasses and honesty and trust and belief; then we'd be left with the most important thing of all: Love. And everything else would be inconsequential; what would matter most would be human being's ability to love.
I've gotten started thinking again, but I'm not going to put it here 'cos then people like Juzzie and Kwong are going to say I'm angsty again and etc.
-----
You know what? I don't think anybody really likes me. They're just putting up with me because they have to. After all this is over, and they don't have to be with me anymore, it's the perfect chance to get away, forget about everything else, only pay attention to new friends and forget the old ones.
I guess that's what I really hate about splitting friends. They ignore you for the rest of your life. Newer, better friends. It's like having a family member disown you.
Wonder what it's like to have a real family.
The Edna Man
"I don't expect any help. Come on, this is Singapore."
So let's all shut up now. Even if it's wrong, or we don't believe or agree with it, keep it to yourself. Let the unjust go unspoken; let the problem go unsaid. Children should be seen and not heard. Everything that is disagreeable, or contrary, or different, just keep quiet. Silence for survival; survival above all.
A sock is a symbol, as is the act of not buying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, not buying a pair of socks can change the world.
Put the notes together and you get the melody of my life.
I guess that's why people with new ideas, who go against the flow, always feel so alone. When you're going the opposite way from everyone else, it sure is creepy.
What made you continue when nobody believed in you?
Why don't we all just work with the system, who cares about the flaws, accept that life is what it is, screw creativity, screw progress, screw point of view.
Why is it when kids do it it's wrong, but when adults do it, it's alright?
Nations become extremely closed-minded and unreceptive to new ideas, isolating themselves and then warring when they can't resolve their bipolar conflicts.
If you wanted to be so damn uniform about it, why not just plug up everybody in this whole damn universe to a gigantic pulsing brain so that IT controls everything and everything and everyone will be exactly the SAME. Why must you humiliate, shun, repremand me, just because I am different?
If one could ignore everything else the book was trying to say, about life and religion and the quantum theory; about multipule universes and the original sin; about knives and compasses and spyglasses and honesty and trust and belief; then we'd be left with the most important thing of all: Love. And everything else would be inconsequential; what would matter most would be human being's ability to love.
I've gotten started thinking again, but I'm not going to put it here 'cos then people like Juzzie and Kwong are going to say I'm angsty again and etc.
-----
You know what? I don't think anybody really likes me. They're just putting up with me because they have to. After all this is over, and they don't have to be with me anymore, it's the perfect chance to get away, forget about everything else, only pay attention to new friends and forget the old ones.
I guess that's what I really hate about splitting friends. They ignore you for the rest of your life. Newer, better friends. It's like having a family member disown you.
Wonder what it's like to have a real family.
The Edna Man
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
It's kinda like a story in verses of different songs.
Forever and ever
Is a very long time Pooh
Forever isn't long at all
When I'm with you
Together forever, no matter how long
From now until the end of time
We'll be together and you can be sure
That forever and a day
That's how long we'll stay
Together and forever more
Til' the end I will be with you,
We will go where our dreams come true,
All the times that we have been through,
You will always be my best friend...
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Close your eyes, give me your hand.
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand?
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?
Wise men say,
Only fools rush in.
But, I can't help
falling in love with you.
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin,
If I, I can't help
Falling in love with you?
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
First we touch, and we hurt each other
Then we tear our hearts apart
We are too close and I can feel the pain
Fill my empty heart
Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone
But there's nothing I can say
to change the things I've done
I'd do anything within my power
I'd give everything I've got
But the path I seek is hidden
from me now
I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh
Everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
I would give anything I own
Give up my life, my heart, my home
I would give ev'rything I own
Just to have you back again
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz' I know I won't forget you
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
Hold me now
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry
I just want you to stay
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Oh, did you ever know?
That I had mine on you
It's kinda like a story in verses of different songs.
The Edna Man
Is a very long time Pooh
Forever isn't long at all
When I'm with you
Together forever, no matter how long
From now until the end of time
We'll be together and you can be sure
That forever and a day
That's how long we'll stay
Together and forever more
Til' the end I will be with you,
We will go where our dreams come true,
All the times that we have been through,
You will always be my best friend...
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Close your eyes, give me your hand.
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand?
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?
Wise men say,
Only fools rush in.
But, I can't help
falling in love with you.
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin,
If I, I can't help
Falling in love with you?
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
First we touch, and we hurt each other
Then we tear our hearts apart
We are too close and I can feel the pain
Fill my empty heart
Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone
But there's nothing I can say
to change the things I've done
I'd do anything within my power
I'd give everything I've got
But the path I seek is hidden
from me now
I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh
Everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
I would give anything I own
Give up my life, my heart, my home
I would give ev'rything I own
Just to have you back again
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cuz' I know I won't forget you
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
Hold me now
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry
I just want you to stay
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Oh, did you ever know?
That I had mine on you
It's kinda like a story in verses of different songs.
The Edna Man
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
My life is hell
Life sucks.
But that's life isn't it? Deal with it. A whole series of 'Deal with it."s until you die.
People talk about anthropology. Going to the same cafe and every day for a couple months, and just look at people. Takes me just one day to see that orientation is just primitivity in disguise. I read the Midnighters trilogy (sans book two) recently. All this stuff we're doing, is just the same tribal things the cavemen used to do: accepting newcomers into their tribe, fostering the sense of safety in numbers, exhibiting the humiliation and danger of not being one of the pack. Bloody conformists.
There's so many things I had in my head that I've lost track of them all and have no idea how to put into words. There was something about separation, and how our class was more like a family to me than my relatives; something about me being the screwed up one not supposed to be in the world; something about me being conscious enough to acknowledge that all this is some stupid cry for attention or something. Ignorance is bliss.
I'm probably going to become a writer when I grow up, if I live that long. Which means I probably don't need to go to school anymore. I am pretty damn sure that you can learn everything and more, on the Internet. More than school will teach you. I have a feeling that in the future, that's what people will be doing: Internet schooling. You can have a class full of friends, going up all the way from K1 to Uni. Friends forever. Friends... forever.
Friends are my only angels, and I'm going to lose them all.
The Edna Man
But that's life isn't it? Deal with it. A whole series of 'Deal with it."s until you die.
People talk about anthropology. Going to the same cafe and every day for a couple months, and just look at people. Takes me just one day to see that orientation is just primitivity in disguise. I read the Midnighters trilogy (sans book two) recently. All this stuff we're doing, is just the same tribal things the cavemen used to do: accepting newcomers into their tribe, fostering the sense of safety in numbers, exhibiting the humiliation and danger of not being one of the pack. Bloody conformists.
There's so many things I had in my head that I've lost track of them all and have no idea how to put into words. There was something about separation, and how our class was more like a family to me than my relatives; something about me being the screwed up one not supposed to be in the world; something about me being conscious enough to acknowledge that all this is some stupid cry for attention or something. Ignorance is bliss.
I'm probably going to become a writer when I grow up, if I live that long. Which means I probably don't need to go to school anymore. I am pretty damn sure that you can learn everything and more, on the Internet. More than school will teach you. I have a feeling that in the future, that's what people will be doing: Internet schooling. You can have a class full of friends, going up all the way from K1 to Uni. Friends forever. Friends... forever.
Friends are my only angels, and I'm going to lose them all.
The Edna Man
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Just Some Thoughts
I dunno why I feel compelled to write again. Maybe I really don't believe in my opening paragraph in the post five minutes ago.
First: blog titles. I don't know if you've noticed, or if you're one of those people that don't write titles, but blog title-rs tend to make sure that they don't repeat their titles? Is it something conscious, or is it just because people are changing every day that even when they write about the same thing the title's different? It's just like the chapters of a book.
Second: new classes. Tomorrow, new school, new classes, new people to make friends with. I guess if you're someone like Michael Wee and you have like, friends of friends of friends of friends halfway across the globe, thousands and millions of people, acquaintances, relations, then you'll be comfortable about all this. I'm feeling that even though I have fewer friends, I like, treasure, appreciate them much more than some people like, who have church or have friends outside school/class/Singapore. Like, all those links on the sidebar, they're going to have new names, names of people I don't know, newer people, further away. And even now, people have started drifting apart, discarding and ignoring old friends in favour of new ones. I feel even more like a drifter, just wandering through life without close companionship, people just being people, coming close, then shooting off somewhere else where they belong.
Maybe that's who I'm supposed to be.
Thirdly: parentals. I got kinda uh... pissed last night 'cos of stuff adults tend to say that just pisses kids (well, me) off. I mean, they're always talking about how well-trained you are. Like dogs, like pets. "Oh, he's washing the dishes! He's so well trained!" Haiz. Like all we're brought in life to do is to serve adults.
Chapters of Life
The Edna Man
First: blog titles. I don't know if you've noticed, or if you're one of those people that don't write titles, but blog title-rs tend to make sure that they don't repeat their titles? Is it something conscious, or is it just because people are changing every day that even when they write about the same thing the title's different? It's just like the chapters of a book.
Second: new classes. Tomorrow, new school, new classes, new people to make friends with. I guess if you're someone like Michael Wee and you have like, friends of friends of friends of friends halfway across the globe, thousands and millions of people, acquaintances, relations, then you'll be comfortable about all this. I'm feeling that even though I have fewer friends, I like, treasure, appreciate them much more than some people like, who have church or have friends outside school/class/Singapore. Like, all those links on the sidebar, they're going to have new names, names of people I don't know, newer people, further away. And even now, people have started drifting apart, discarding and ignoring old friends in favour of new ones. I feel even more like a drifter, just wandering through life without close companionship, people just being people, coming close, then shooting off somewhere else where they belong.
Maybe that's who I'm supposed to be.
Thirdly: parentals. I got kinda uh... pissed last night 'cos of stuff adults tend to say that just pisses kids (well, me) off. I mean, they're always talking about how well-trained you are. Like dogs, like pets. "Oh, he's washing the dishes! He's so well trained!" Haiz. Like all we're brought in life to do is to serve adults.
Chapters of Life
The Edna Man
Happy New Year, I guess
Wow, it's been so long since I blogged. For some reason, I don't feel like writing much anymore. It's just so... words can't get close enough to whatever I'm feeling to express it properly. I'm still going to blog, I guess; 'cos someone reminded me that memories are important; they can't beat the real thing, but they're better than nothing.
I guess I need to update. It feels so long since Jonas' Pirates Marathon, but so fast too. I've had an operation, removed my adenoids, experienced anesthesia (which was darn cool). I've watch Golden Compass and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember. I've been playing Emperor: Rise of the Middle Kingdom. I've wrapped Christmas presents for class party and I really hate splitting up.
Let's Make A Resolution
I'll Drink To That
Let's Always Stay Friends
Tho' We May Have Our Disputes
This Family Tree's Got Deep Roots
Friendship Is Thicker Than Blood
That Depends
Depends On Trust
Depends On True Devotion
Depends On Love
Depends On Not Denying Emotion
Perhaps
It's Gonna Be A Happy New Year
I Guess
It's Gonna Be A Happy New Year
You're Right
It's Gonna Be A Happy New Year
Yeah, right.
I've recently been introed to Steven Wright, stand-up comedian. Man is he good. It's wit; pure, sharp, unadulterated wit. It's genius. Like a peripheral visionary: seeing into the future but way off to the sides.
"I ended up playing poker with tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."
Happy New Year, I guess
The Edna Man
I guess I need to update. It feels so long since Jonas' Pirates Marathon, but so fast too. I've had an operation, removed my adenoids, experienced anesthesia (which was darn cool). I've watch Golden Compass and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember. I've been playing Emperor: Rise of the Middle Kingdom. I've wrapped Christmas presents for class party and I really hate splitting up.
Let's Make A Resolution
I'll Drink To That
Let's Always Stay Friends
Tho' We May Have Our Disputes
This Family Tree's Got Deep Roots
Friendship Is Thicker Than Blood
That Depends
Depends On Trust
Depends On True Devotion
Depends On Love
Depends On Not Denying Emotion
Perhaps
It's Gonna Be A Happy New Year
I Guess
It's Gonna Be A Happy New Year
You're Right
It's Gonna Be A Happy New Year
Yeah, right.
I've recently been introed to Steven Wright, stand-up comedian. Man is he good. It's wit; pure, sharp, unadulterated wit. It's genius. Like a peripheral visionary: seeing into the future but way off to the sides.
"I ended up playing poker with tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."
Happy New Year, I guess
The Edna Man
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Just one of those days
Pirates marathon at Jonas's house today. It was alright... not the super hyped-up thing it was expected to be. I don't think anyone was more than vaguely interested; if they were, they didn't show it. So it was mostly people laughing at subtitles, Boey complain about the boring parts, Zhang groping my hair, Kwong sleeping, Jason being totally quite, Bryan being irritating, and Jonas being too extremely hospitable. HEAR THAT JONAS? YOU'RE BEING TOO NICE.
I think next time, I'll just have a marathon by myself at home. It's about the same thing.
Oh, another thing happened today. I was going home from Wisma when I saw Gideon on the bus. It was vaguely crowded; I couldn't edge past the people to behind, where he was sitting. We were like, three seats away, about 2 metres apart. We mouthed our hellos and waved, and then he tried to ask me where I came from, where I was going, and stuff. I couldn't understand his miming XD And it was so confusing that it got to the point where he asked me to call him on his handphone. Like, two metres away XD I could hear him from where I was standing; his voice I mean, and there was like half a second delay before it came through the earpiece from my phone. So I remarked this to him, and then he suggested that we hang up and just keep talking and pretending to be talking to each other on the phone. And it worked XD It was hilarious XD I have got to do that again some time.
I don't want just a memory
The Edna Man
I think next time, I'll just have a marathon by myself at home. It's about the same thing.
Oh, another thing happened today. I was going home from Wisma when I saw Gideon on the bus. It was vaguely crowded; I couldn't edge past the people to behind, where he was sitting. We were like, three seats away, about 2 metres apart. We mouthed our hellos and waved, and then he tried to ask me where I came from, where I was going, and stuff. I couldn't understand his miming XD And it was so confusing that it got to the point where he asked me to call him on his handphone. Like, two metres away XD I could hear him from where I was standing; his voice I mean, and there was like half a second delay before it came through the earpiece from my phone. So I remarked this to him, and then he suggested that we hang up and just keep talking and pretending to be talking to each other on the phone. And it worked XD It was hilarious XD I have got to do that again some time.
I don't want just a memory
The Edna Man
Monday, November 12, 2007
Love
I've just finished His Dark Materials trilogy.
Once again I am swayed to writing by the power of the words of another great storyteller. A myraid of thoughts now swirl through my mind, as swift and relentless as Dust. Again, a compelling storyline, a mystifying plot, combining aspects of religion, philosophy, quantum physics; everything. And so many layers of meaning, like reading an alethiometer; and you have to be curious, willing to believe, and have the imagination to enter the fantasy world and see the meanings in the symbols.
And the meanings! If one could ignore everything else the book was trying to say, about life and religion and the quantum theory; about multipule universes and the original sin; about knives and compasses and spyglasses and honesty and trust and belief; then we'd be left with the most important thing of all: Love. And everything else would be inconsequential; what would matter most would be human being's ability to love.
"But just keep up this coming here once a year, just for a hour, just to be together..." -- Lyra
Measure in Love. Seasons of Love.
The Edna Man
Once again I am swayed to writing by the power of the words of another great storyteller. A myraid of thoughts now swirl through my mind, as swift and relentless as Dust. Again, a compelling storyline, a mystifying plot, combining aspects of religion, philosophy, quantum physics; everything. And so many layers of meaning, like reading an alethiometer; and you have to be curious, willing to believe, and have the imagination to enter the fantasy world and see the meanings in the symbols.
And the meanings! If one could ignore everything else the book was trying to say, about life and religion and the quantum theory; about multipule universes and the original sin; about knives and compasses and spyglasses and honesty and trust and belief; then we'd be left with the most important thing of all: Love. And everything else would be inconsequential; what would matter most would be human being's ability to love.
"But just keep up this coming here once a year, just for a hour, just to be together..." -- Lyra
Measure in Love. Seasons of Love.
The Edna Man
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Life just goes on.
Everybody keeps asking me to blog. Okay, here it is.
Hmm, let's just go way back in time a bit.
31st Oct: THIS WAS HALLOWEEN. My dad's birthday too. Had birthday dinner at a Japanese restaurant. Tried sushi for the first time. Wasabi is still too painful for my taste. Salmon was nice. Tuna was not so. Squid was bleh. Yellowtail was okay, egg was okay, and the other one I can't remember what it was.
1st Nov: Jonas's second party. Wated Stardust; it's a really good movie. But at the end, it felt like one of those Chinese legends, like a fairytale to explain natural phenomena. Like the Seamstress and the Goatherd or whatever their names are, on each side of the Milky Way. Still quite cool though. I wonder if it's based on a book; usually movies aren't like that unless they're based on a book.
3rd Nov: Juzzie's belated party. I wonder if you can use the word 'belated' like that. Anyway, we had fun playing badminton. We all pwned Juzzie at Warning Forever, and that statement wasn't true. There was this gigantic 'Mech with three legs and like a million guns. Juzzie has supremely hyperactive brothers, like with sugar-rush on high and powered by nuclear battries and the Speed Force.
5-7th Nov: Chass chalet. Fun, but not terribly so. Spent so much time spamming TNN cards and nobody was really interested. Only played a couple games with Bryan; some beta-testing that turned out to be. Cooking is fun, but I tended to become hyper, and not many people liked that. Maybe because it's because I keep getting hyper too much that people think that's my natural state of mind and thun when I'm moody and reflective people think it's not right and keep trying to change it back. Where do you stand on the whole inverted-noninverted debate? I think I can get used to anything with enough time. Jonas has one heck of an pwnage Pokemon deck. So does Jason. My energy is always at the bottom of my deck. Michael Wee is not good at Speed. Zhang is too good at Speed. Walking in the rain is nice =) Herrick makes pwnage cocktails. He has to learn how to toss it up behind his back first though.
As far as I can tell, the Dark Materials trilogy has been awesome so far. I just finished Subtle Knife, and it's awesome. Wonder why people aren't condemning it like Da Vinci Code though. Maybe they did when it was first published. Maybe 'cos the ending isn't blasphemeous. Whatever. The plot is awesome. The style is different too; the author doesn't go too much into emotions. It's awesome, the whole thing.
I've gotten started thinking again, but I'm not going to put it here 'cos then people like Juzzie and Kwong are going to say I'm angsty again and etc.
Well, that's all she wrote.
The Edna Man
Hmm, let's just go way back in time a bit.
31st Oct: THIS WAS HALLOWEEN. My dad's birthday too. Had birthday dinner at a Japanese restaurant. Tried sushi for the first time. Wasabi is still too painful for my taste. Salmon was nice. Tuna was not so. Squid was bleh. Yellowtail was okay, egg was okay, and the other one I can't remember what it was.
1st Nov: Jonas's second party. Wated Stardust; it's a really good movie. But at the end, it felt like one of those Chinese legends, like a fairytale to explain natural phenomena. Like the Seamstress and the Goatherd or whatever their names are, on each side of the Milky Way. Still quite cool though. I wonder if it's based on a book; usually movies aren't like that unless they're based on a book.
3rd Nov: Juzzie's belated party. I wonder if you can use the word 'belated' like that. Anyway, we had fun playing badminton. We all pwned Juzzie at Warning Forever, and that statement wasn't true. There was this gigantic 'Mech with three legs and like a million guns. Juzzie has supremely hyperactive brothers, like with sugar-rush on high and powered by nuclear battries and the Speed Force.
5-7th Nov: Chass chalet. Fun, but not terribly so. Spent so much time spamming TNN cards and nobody was really interested. Only played a couple games with Bryan; some beta-testing that turned out to be. Cooking is fun, but I tended to become hyper, and not many people liked that. Maybe because it's because I keep getting hyper too much that people think that's my natural state of mind and thun when I'm moody and reflective people think it's not right and keep trying to change it back. Where do you stand on the whole inverted-noninverted debate? I think I can get used to anything with enough time. Jonas has one heck of an pwnage Pokemon deck. So does Jason. My energy is always at the bottom of my deck. Michael Wee is not good at Speed. Zhang is too good at Speed. Walking in the rain is nice =) Herrick makes pwnage cocktails. He has to learn how to toss it up behind his back first though.
As far as I can tell, the Dark Materials trilogy has been awesome so far. I just finished Subtle Knife, and it's awesome. Wonder why people aren't condemning it like Da Vinci Code though. Maybe they did when it was first published. Maybe 'cos the ending isn't blasphemeous. Whatever. The plot is awesome. The style is different too; the author doesn't go too much into emotions. It's awesome, the whole thing.
I've gotten started thinking again, but I'm not going to put it here 'cos then people like Juzzie and Kwong are going to say I'm angsty again and etc.
Well, that's all she wrote.
The Edna Man
Thursday, October 25, 2007
By the Book
The keyword for today is: flexibility.
Do you dislike rules? Yeah, me too. They're too restricting. Now don't get me wrong; I'm not against all rules. I'm against the rules that don't make sense; those rules which command you to live your life in the way that the rulers see fit; those rules which are imposed on you without you knowing the reasoning behind it. And meaning is everything.
I've no belief in society. Society is a large group with overarching rules which attempt to control the minority by imposing on the majority. I've lost confidence in national identity. A nation is a extremely large group with more overarching rules attempting to sway everyone to the point of view of the majority. Nations become extremely closed-minded and unreceptive to new ideas, isolating themselves and then warring when they can't resolve their bipolar conflicts. I've never believed in one religion. Too restrictive, and once again too much group isolation and warring.
I guess it's a Nietzchian idea: we are holding on to old traditions and customs which don't necessarily hold water in our day and age anymore. Standing on chairs, for instance. Uniform jackets, for another.
I think that's the reason I like TCGs, and maybe games in general. There's an established set of rules, but the cards, or whatever, they go against the rules; like, warping them into something else that is acceptable within gameplay. And with TCGs especially, every game is different; there's so many different card combinations that your strategy has to be flexible enough to play all of them.
Being flexible allows you to tackle different problems more effectively. You're less likely to get stuck somewhere if you're flexible enough to take the route around, not just through. You get more out of life too, by trying anything and everything that comes your way.
But if you get a kick out of setting store by the rules and doing things by the book, then that's you.
I can't change the world. I can only change myself.
The Edna Man
Do you dislike rules? Yeah, me too. They're too restricting. Now don't get me wrong; I'm not against all rules. I'm against the rules that don't make sense; those rules which command you to live your life in the way that the rulers see fit; those rules which are imposed on you without you knowing the reasoning behind it. And meaning is everything.
I've no belief in society. Society is a large group with overarching rules which attempt to control the minority by imposing on the majority. I've lost confidence in national identity. A nation is a extremely large group with more overarching rules attempting to sway everyone to the point of view of the majority. Nations become extremely closed-minded and unreceptive to new ideas, isolating themselves and then warring when they can't resolve their bipolar conflicts. I've never believed in one religion. Too restrictive, and once again too much group isolation and warring.
I guess it's a Nietzchian idea: we are holding on to old traditions and customs which don't necessarily hold water in our day and age anymore. Standing on chairs, for instance. Uniform jackets, for another.
I think that's the reason I like TCGs, and maybe games in general. There's an established set of rules, but the cards, or whatever, they go against the rules; like, warping them into something else that is acceptable within gameplay. And with TCGs especially, every game is different; there's so many different card combinations that your strategy has to be flexible enough to play all of them.
Being flexible allows you to tackle different problems more effectively. You're less likely to get stuck somewhere if you're flexible enough to take the route around, not just through. You get more out of life too, by trying anything and everything that comes your way.
But if you get a kick out of setting store by the rules and doing things by the book, then that's you.
I can't change the world. I can only change myself.
The Edna Man
Monday, October 01, 2007
Rules Against
Today I was reprimanded for standing on a chair.
I finally figured it out. I wouldn't book anyone else who stepped on a chair because I don't see it as disrespecting the formality of the occasion. It was just the fastest route from A to B. I admit climbing over the chairs would have been a better move, but it's been done. And I won't do it again, not because I see the action as wrong, but because other people with power and authority don't like me doing it.
What is the deal with conformity anyway? A person doesn't have to be like everybody else, wearing the same things, behaving the same way. What have you people got against things that aren't normal? I'm cold, so I wear gloves and a hat. It's perfectly justified, and yes I am that cold. I can't wear my jacket, so I wear gloves. I don't give a damn if you're not cold; I am. Why can't I be different from you?
What's the deal with jackets anyway? It's just an overcoat; it's not killing anyone or insulting anybody's religion or disrespecting the formality of the occasion or anything. I don't see what's so important about not having a shield-shaped logo stamped there. Will it compromise national security? Will it reflect negatively on the school's reputation? If you wanted to be so damn uniform about it, why not just plug up everybody in this whole damn universe to a gigantic pulsing brain so that IT controls everything and everything and everyone will be exactly the SAME. Why must you humiliate, shun, repremand me, just because I am different?
IHS was okay. Lang Arts is fail. Physics tomorrow.
I am a thermic resistor: resistance increase proportionately to decrease in temperature
The Edna Man
I finally figured it out. I wouldn't book anyone else who stepped on a chair because I don't see it as disrespecting the formality of the occasion. It was just the fastest route from A to B. I admit climbing over the chairs would have been a better move, but it's been done. And I won't do it again, not because I see the action as wrong, but because other people with power and authority don't like me doing it.
What is the deal with conformity anyway? A person doesn't have to be like everybody else, wearing the same things, behaving the same way. What have you people got against things that aren't normal? I'm cold, so I wear gloves and a hat. It's perfectly justified, and yes I am that cold. I can't wear my jacket, so I wear gloves. I don't give a damn if you're not cold; I am. Why can't I be different from you?
What's the deal with jackets anyway? It's just an overcoat; it's not killing anyone or insulting anybody's religion or disrespecting the formality of the occasion or anything. I don't see what's so important about not having a shield-shaped logo stamped there. Will it compromise national security? Will it reflect negatively on the school's reputation? If you wanted to be so damn uniform about it, why not just plug up everybody in this whole damn universe to a gigantic pulsing brain so that IT controls everything and everything and everyone will be exactly the SAME. Why must you humiliate, shun, repremand me, just because I am different?
IHS was okay. Lang Arts is fail. Physics tomorrow.
I am a thermic resistor: resistance increase proportionately to decrease in temperature
The Edna Man
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Against the Flow
If you want to know what it's like to be different from everybody else in the whole universe, go into a cinema (pay for your ticket first) and in the middle of the movie, just turn your head around and look at the audience (don't block anyone!).
If you are not so cheapskate that you can't even afford to spend a minute or two looking away from the big screen, you will be greeted with an eerie, haunting sight. Two hundred odd people all staring at something over your shoulder, their faces lit up with dim, flickering light, all eyes focused in the same direction, all not looking at you.
That's when you come to the realisation that you are totally, uniquely, creepily different from everyone else. I witnessed something like this today during the Honour's Day Rehersal (waste of time again but that's not important). I purposely turned my back on the screen so that I would not be bored tomorrow when the real (reel? haha) clip played. It was the exact same look-behind-you-in-a-cinema effect. It felt weird; imagine walking through a crowd of people all staring at the screen, paying no attention to you.
I guess that's why people with new ideas, who go against the flow, always feel so alone. When you're going the opposite way from everyone else, it sure is creepy.
Upcurrently,
The Edna Man
If you are not so cheapskate that you can't even afford to spend a minute or two looking away from the big screen, you will be greeted with an eerie, haunting sight. Two hundred odd people all staring at something over your shoulder, their faces lit up with dim, flickering light, all eyes focused in the same direction, all not looking at you.
That's when you come to the realisation that you are totally, uniquely, creepily different from everyone else. I witnessed something like this today during the Honour's Day Rehersal (waste of time again but that's not important). I purposely turned my back on the screen so that I would not be bored tomorrow when the real (reel? haha) clip played. It was the exact same look-behind-you-in-a-cinema effect. It felt weird; imagine walking through a crowd of people all staring at the screen, paying no attention to you.
I guess that's why people with new ideas, who go against the flow, always feel so alone. When you're going the opposite way from everyone else, it sure is creepy.
Upcurrently,
The Edna Man
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
In response
It’s exam time again, and unfortunately,
I’ve got to do this exam, by decree.
I really don’t want to, I have to confess;
Let’s just get this done so I can go for recess.
In the spirit of fun, I’ll stick to the style
Of the question in question, so that it’ll bring a smile
To the unfortunate soul who is marking this script
Since grading this paper will sure make you flip.
A look at the poem and it’s easy to see
That the poet’s intent was to make it funny
Through the structure and rhyme! And this essay
Will attempt to show how the humour is conveyed.
Firstly for structure, it’s clearly a sonnet;
Let’s just keep moving on; don’t keep bees in your bonnet.
Although that was obvious, the purpose is not
‘Cos sonnets are mostly in love songs a lot.
And this is no ballad, no sweet courtship song
If we’re talking ‘bout genre, this style is all wrong.
But if I could make an intelligent guess,
The content and diction would seem to suggest
That the poet was aiming to juxtapose
A question ‘bout poems not written in prose
With the rest of the questions; but that’s one aspect;
The other: that this poem seems to reflect
That sometimes the structure is inconsequential
It’s more likely the content would be more essential.
And I’m sure you’ll agree that this is the case:
The structure was something that just fell into place.
Now talking ‘bout rhyme; the poem, in fact;
The rhymin’ and timin’ would seem to attract
More readers, more students, to give an attempt
To answer the question with a bit less contempt.
That’s one of the uses; the other is thus:
The rhythmic verses makes humour a plus.
The rhyme scheme and rhythm can be said to produce
An effect on the poem not unlike Dr. Seuss.
The singsong-ish voice, the unserious tone
Only serves to make the content more shown
In a humourous way, and that makes you laugh
Even if it didn’t, it sure was enough.
For the whole satirical effect to come through
Don’t think too deeply; no meanings construe.
That poem and this were written for fun
Which exams obscure and destroy all in one.
Thus in conclusion, this essay is moot:
Both poems have no real meaning to boot.
The exam will be over when I put down this pen
So when I do: Let the party begin.
I’ve got to do this exam, by decree.
I really don’t want to, I have to confess;
Let’s just get this done so I can go for recess.
In the spirit of fun, I’ll stick to the style
Of the question in question, so that it’ll bring a smile
To the unfortunate soul who is marking this script
Since grading this paper will sure make you flip.
A look at the poem and it’s easy to see
That the poet’s intent was to make it funny
Through the structure and rhyme! And this essay
Will attempt to show how the humour is conveyed.
Firstly for structure, it’s clearly a sonnet;
Let’s just keep moving on; don’t keep bees in your bonnet.
Although that was obvious, the purpose is not
‘Cos sonnets are mostly in love songs a lot.
And this is no ballad, no sweet courtship song
If we’re talking ‘bout genre, this style is all wrong.
But if I could make an intelligent guess,
The content and diction would seem to suggest
That the poet was aiming to juxtapose
A question ‘bout poems not written in prose
With the rest of the questions; but that’s one aspect;
The other: that this poem seems to reflect
That sometimes the structure is inconsequential
It’s more likely the content would be more essential.
And I’m sure you’ll agree that this is the case:
The structure was something that just fell into place.
Now talking ‘bout rhyme; the poem, in fact;
The rhymin’ and timin’ would seem to attract
More readers, more students, to give an attempt
To answer the question with a bit less contempt.
That’s one of the uses; the other is thus:
The rhythmic verses makes humour a plus.
The rhyme scheme and rhythm can be said to produce
An effect on the poem not unlike Dr. Seuss.
The singsong-ish voice, the unserious tone
Only serves to make the content more shown
In a humourous way, and that makes you laugh
Even if it didn’t, it sure was enough.
For the whole satirical effect to come through
Don’t think too deeply; no meanings construe.
That poem and this were written for fun
Which exams obscure and destroy all in one.
Thus in conclusion, this essay is moot:
Both poems have no real meaning to boot.
The exam will be over when I put down this pen
So when I do: Let the party begin.
Monday, September 24, 2007
With reference
I forgot about this. Mr Wong today in Lang Arts asked us to set possible exam questions. Only at the end of it all did Jarrel remind me of something totally pwnage: write the question in the style of a poem.
It's exam time again, and you know the drill:
Sit here and be silent and write stuff and chill
yourself to the bone, but again I digress;
You're reading this only because of your test.
This question's 'bout poems, about words in a verse,
Of which structure and meaning can be so diverse.
There's sonnets and ballads and of course limerick,
Some read for pages; some others quite quick.
It goes without saying, you've already guessed,
What your answer to this must surely address.
Comment on the structure, or on the rhyme
of the poem in your essay, if you've got the time.
Content's up to you, rebutt if you must,
But from two or three of your poems: Discuss.
If this came out, I'd totally do it for the sheer pwnage-ness of the question.
And to make it interesting, if I've got the time,
I'm prepared to write the whole essay in rhyme.
The Edna Man
It's exam time again, and you know the drill:
Sit here and be silent and write stuff and chill
yourself to the bone, but again I digress;
You're reading this only because of your test.
This question's 'bout poems, about words in a verse,
Of which structure and meaning can be so diverse.
There's sonnets and ballads and of course limerick,
Some read for pages; some others quite quick.
It goes without saying, you've already guessed,
What your answer to this must surely address.
Comment on the structure, or on the rhyme
of the poem in your essay, if you've got the time.
Content's up to you, rebutt if you must,
But from two or three of your poems: Discuss.
If this came out, I'd totally do it for the sheer pwnage-ness of the question.
And to make it interesting, if I've got the time,
I'm prepared to write the whole essay in rhyme.
The Edna Man
Chaotic Neutral
Hi.
Today I'm talking to all you pioneers out there. Yes, you know who you are. All of you who have ever had an idea which has been shouted down, criticized, alluded to fantasy, called ridiculous, insensible or illogical. Here's my question to you: how did you do it? How did you change the face of the world with just your idea, when everyone else was against you, calling it daft, away with the fairies? All the encyclopaedias and biographies just say that "with hard work and perseverance", but what really was going through your mind? How did you know you were right? How would you know that you weren't wrong? What made you continue when nobody believed in you?
I've got ideas. I've got lots of ideas. And lots more that nobody agree with. Ideas that are so weird, different, disagreeable, that it can only be called revolutionary. I'm not praising myself here; revolutionary in the sense that it's so against the system. That the concept is so contextually wrong that nobody agrees with it and/or gives it backing and support.
Should I just shut up? My ideas will be shut down anyway, so what's the point of bringing them up at all? Why don't we all just work with the system, who cares about the flaws, accept that life is what it is, screw creativity, screw progress, screw point of view. Why do you follow something you disagree with? Isn't it better if you try to make it better?
Why make it better in the first place? There are so many contradicting viewpoints that there is no such thing as better. And everything is impractical because it takes too much time and money. What is good? What is bad? Why is my idea flawed? Why isn't yours? Why are we putting so much faith in the system? What's wrong with changing the system? What is wrong?
Kev once asked me what Chaotic Neutral is. It's a character alignment system from Dungeons and Dragons, which basically ascribes your character's ethical code and moral path. It's based on two perpendicular axes: the chaotic-lawful, and the good-evil; so there are nine different alignments you can choose from. I came across Chaotic Neutral while playing Neoquest II, and it kind of describes me; 'cos I'm not totally good, but not totally bad either. And I'm definitely not lawful because I keep going against the system. Apparently Chaotic Neutral is the alignment for rebels. Huh, imagine that.
The fact that the issue is so small and easily rectified is what upsets me.
Change the world, they said. Make a difference, they said. Well, I'm trying, but nobody's letting me.
The Edna Man
Today I'm talking to all you pioneers out there. Yes, you know who you are. All of you who have ever had an idea which has been shouted down, criticized, alluded to fantasy, called ridiculous, insensible or illogical. Here's my question to you: how did you do it? How did you change the face of the world with just your idea, when everyone else was against you, calling it daft, away with the fairies? All the encyclopaedias and biographies just say that "with hard work and perseverance", but what really was going through your mind? How did you know you were right? How would you know that you weren't wrong? What made you continue when nobody believed in you?
I've got ideas. I've got lots of ideas. And lots more that nobody agree with. Ideas that are so weird, different, disagreeable, that it can only be called revolutionary. I'm not praising myself here; revolutionary in the sense that it's so against the system. That the concept is so contextually wrong that nobody agrees with it and/or gives it backing and support.
Should I just shut up? My ideas will be shut down anyway, so what's the point of bringing them up at all? Why don't we all just work with the system, who cares about the flaws, accept that life is what it is, screw creativity, screw progress, screw point of view. Why do you follow something you disagree with? Isn't it better if you try to make it better?
Why make it better in the first place? There are so many contradicting viewpoints that there is no such thing as better. And everything is impractical because it takes too much time and money. What is good? What is bad? Why is my idea flawed? Why isn't yours? Why are we putting so much faith in the system? What's wrong with changing the system? What is wrong?
Kev once asked me what Chaotic Neutral is. It's a character alignment system from Dungeons and Dragons, which basically ascribes your character's ethical code and moral path. It's based on two perpendicular axes: the chaotic-lawful, and the good-evil; so there are nine different alignments you can choose from. I came across Chaotic Neutral while playing Neoquest II, and it kind of describes me; 'cos I'm not totally good, but not totally bad either. And I'm definitely not lawful because I keep going against the system. Apparently Chaotic Neutral is the alignment for rebels. Huh, imagine that.
The fact that the issue is so small and easily rectified is what upsets me.
Change the world, they said. Make a difference, they said. Well, I'm trying, but nobody's letting me.
The Edna Man
Monday, September 17, 2007
Synesthesia
I just watched this show on Arts Cenrtal. It's this segment called Mosiac Monday, and today's was called Brain Man. It's about this British person, Daniel-something, I can't remember, and he was like a genius. Like a hundred Jarrel Seahs put together. I think it was really cool.
Apparently he has a form of number form synesthesia, and he sees numbers as landscapes, images in his mind. And while in most other synesthesics the images are more concepts, abstract; with Daniel it's more physical and vivid. And his abilities were amazing. He memorized a chessboard with 26 random pieces on it in 10 minutes. He used his intuition to win three hands of 21 at Blackjack in Las Vegas. He calculates exponentials with just shapes. It's really very amazing.
Next week is about a boy with no eyes; yet he can "see" using something which I think is echolation. That's like a real-life Daredevil.
Sounding purple,
The Edna Man
Apparently he has a form of number form synesthesia, and he sees numbers as landscapes, images in his mind. And while in most other synesthesics the images are more concepts, abstract; with Daniel it's more physical and vivid. And his abilities were amazing. He memorized a chessboard with 26 random pieces on it in 10 minutes. He used his intuition to win three hands of 21 at Blackjack in Las Vegas. He calculates exponentials with just shapes. It's really very amazing.
Next week is about a boy with no eyes; yet he can "see" using something which I think is echolation. That's like a real-life Daredevil.
Sounding purple,
The Edna Man
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