Saturday, August 13, 2005
Is this.. angst? Ain't really nice to meet you.
Ok, we admit we arent very faithful bloggers. Sigh, sometimes even archbishoppositive, the pinnacle of all useless bloggers, has felt like taking over.
We dunno. We considered a blog revamp. As in, a new layout in simple terms. But we worked hard enuff already for this layout. Of course, the blog meter count is still at an all-time low.
We guess it really is about content. But its silly isnt it? People read blogs to be entertained. Thats why people read in the first place. But then blogging loses its purpose. We mean, to blog is to express your thoughts, whether they are comical or not. So whats it about being entertained?
*silence*
I suppose it will be better if Right Hand carried some Handy Digital Assistant we would blog more often.
Ok let us get to the point. We hate to admit it, but we are getting angsty (actually still wondering if it qualifies). Just thought peope don't really entertain painful thoughts.
We and Archbishoppositive were kinda sad at the end of today's BB parade, you see, cause we didn't get promoted. Right, the things is, we admit we couldnt think of anything we've done to get us promoted, but we couldn't think of anything that rendered us unsuitable for promotion either. We know: unreasonsable reasoning. But still, we care about the company as much as any other PFC does, but anyways, not getting promoted means not getting to do anything REAL for the company. We remind each other this that whatever, but we would like to do something bigger. We don't know if we can handle it, but the irony is, we still want to go for it. Yeah, unlike Kevin Wong (no offense), being promoted is actually an HONOUR.
Anyways the new admin seems to be doing a good job. The new system is wonderful, indeed we're impressed. Haha though we don't really know what the new Sec 2s who have joined the Admin can really do. Suppose they will join the admin for fall-ins and stuff.
Constipated.
| 9:57 pm |
Sunday, July 24, 2005
how could we... tut tut....
OK WE SURRENDER. We have abandoned this blog ever since *who knows when*. Anyway we decided to make a comeback! TADA!
Uhh... *blink*
Oh anyways Kevin has introduced Archbishoppositive to Weird Al songs so now we are being fed a big bowl of sauerkraut every single morning (no, not really). Simply put, its driving us mad. It makes us feel worse when he attempts his own, like First Aid Lesson and something about beer in the Singapore River. Oh gee, yes we're serious.
Oh, for those who have not been keeping a tab on the tech news, the new version of Windows coming out next year will be called Windows Vista. Very amusing and quirky. Vista? I hope we get used to it. I thought something more kewl would be better, but for now its queer.
UPDATE: HARRY POTTER! Die! When we went to Thomson Popular that day, we saw the entire best sellers table covered with long long ago Harry Potter books, and a little chunk of Dan Brown novels. WHERE WAS ARTEMIS FOWL: THE OPAL DECEPTION? A MISERABLE (and we must say miserable because the stack only contained six copies buried under Harry Potter junk - junk because they're all books from eons ago like the Chamber of Secrets) PILE WHICH WE HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE FINDING! And as far as Archbishoppositive has read, he says its far more interesting than Harry (or maybe because for Harry Potter he read the wikipedia summary), or at least as good. Sigh.
Oh, and "to be a good example for my suggestion in promoting the Geppers Creepers forums through links on blogs" as Archbishy says, check this out if you're a gepper:
http://gepperscreepers.forumsplace.com.
| 8:31 pm |
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Sunday Blues.
The entire body is so depressed today.
Archbishoppositive is still trying to finish his CAP portfolio. Hair is upset because someone called him a banana cow (!!!). The legs are upset too, because today when they sat down on the sofa, a trusty faithful but extremely old pair of pants split and tore. I tried to comfort them that at least it didn't happen in public, but they're still upset.
Eyes is unhappy because he hasn't watched enough movies he claims. We only watched one movie this hols. I guess we are all kinda unhappy 'cos it appears that we've wasted this entire holiday staying at home. And now its the last day we can't do anything about it.
THis sux.
Anyway here's a banner we did for
http://gepperscreepers.forumsplace.com.
Shoot we can't show it. This still sux.
| 2:29 pm |
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Our TELLY.
The TV broke down. Man our source of eternal entertainment!
The man came and fixed it today. Luckily he didn't snatch it away. The TV was showing extremely dark pictures with low contrast. So in the scenes with slightly darker lightings (not even neccessarily at night), all we could see were eyes. Occasionally all rightie could see was nothing when archbishoppositive put a pillow on him. That... had nothing to do with the TV.
But the TV is ok now, and here we are happily typing whilst archbishoppositve is still busy typing his CAP portfolio. Something on sibling rivalry. Grr.
We saw this interesting site today. For those critics who thought archbishoppositive's old blog was hard to load, you should look at this one. Quite nice though. If only we could do something like that. Cutting out the long loading times of course.
Talking about the old blog, archbishoppositive still hasn't deleted it, so people get confused when we talk about new templates or posts. We aren't going to delete it either, 'cos archbishoppositive ain't letting us. He said something about it being a meaningful record of his life. We think he's planning to overthrow our blog.
Happee Hand Grenade to our Hols.
| 5:15 pm |
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
GEE.
Gee did we go crazy last night.
Anyways today archbishoppositive was talking to us about going back to school. Well he wasn't exactly lamenting the fact that he had to go back to school. Here, stuck, trying to complete a piece of prose for his CAP portfolio, he was talking about how going back to school didn't make any difference. The workload was exactly the same.
Well I could understand his feelings. We are working as hard too. The only difference between the hols and term time is where we work. Now we work at the keyboard. During term we use the pen and write. Though somehow I prefer the keyboard.
Yes yes at least we got to play SOME badminton. And that was with archbishoppositive's bro. In a badly set up court.
You see, what we are talking about here is the garden we play badminton in. Archbishoppositive's dad had bought this new net, which splits the garden into uneven halves. This is of course due to technical difficulties. And the net is a little too low as well. Its the rain, its causing it to sag.
So apart from bad badminton games (ahahahaha) and blogging and designing templates and watching a few (uhh correction, ONE movie) movies (yeah MADAGASCAR rocked but we wanna watch BATMAN BEGINS) it was just work work work work work.....
One more week of hols? Man who cares. There ain't no hols in the first place. Those teachers took 'em away.
Today archbishoppositive was even complaining that his mentor had not replied to his countless emails requesting a veto of his new survey form. We told him that teacher was probably far away on holiday, leaving him to slog. Well he handed the surveys out the next day.
Oh reminded us. Pwease do the survey. Contact archbishoppositive on MSN.
| 11:49 am |
Monday, June 20, 2005
Ink Pen Fighting.
Dunno.
Feeling sleepy, going crazy.
So 'tis is,my dear ladies.
And men of course.
Reading this won't cause you a loss
So read it
And maybe u'll learn to ink pen fight
Hopefully, a bit
And hope our lousy poems don't bite.
Get a good pen
Old and steady
A gram or ten
Strong and ready
Hold it up
Perpendicular to the ground
Good, keep it up
DON'T YOU MAKE A SOUND.
When opportunity shows
Strike
One and two and three big blows.
Parry
Pen 'tween first three fingers and thumb.
Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...
Whoops srry
Where were we
In our ink pen
Fighting spree
Yes use the tip
Of ur pen to bounce
(Junp what ever)
Make ur movements precise
To the exact ounce
(Litre? Never!)
Swish and Swash
Buckle and bash
And now we sleep for good.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz.......
| 9:48 pm |
NEW TEMPLATE!!!
YEAH! An entirely swell template done by archbishoppositive. Totally original, no copying of anything, scripts, images, hands included. Created with Microsoft Frontpage, Adobe Photoshop CS and a Cybershot camera.
Man are we proud of it.
| 4:28 pm |
Sunday, June 12, 2005
GAHH.
Oh dear having rendering problems. Or is it just us? Sorry if you're not reading our palm, but somewhere off, we'll try to fix it soon.
| 7:22 pm |
OH well.
We were thinking of writing something else about ink pen fighting, but something told us we should continue posting about our adventures. Maybe it is our weirdness subsiding. We'll post a short one before it returns.
As mentioned a few posts before, our first day was mostly 'orrible luggage lugging. But we managed to meet quite a few friends. We met the hands of *archbishoppositve said not to say these names for the sake of these persons privacy. Sigh, why must humans be so careful about privacy...*.
Now the next intriguing thing was that legs brought us into this room where we rested on seat handles for about an hour or so. We thought we could sleep, but instead Brain kept telling us to wake up and listen (strange though, Brain kept complaining that he was almost going to fall asleep himself). The guy talking in front was known as Alan Brody and he was talking about something called DRHARMAR. Whatever it was, I could not comprehend. But Brain found it quite fascinating and Mouth kept laughing. Wonder what was so funny about the guy. His hairstyle maybe? He had this grey mob of hair nearly covering one eye...
Later we learnt it was known as a PLEENARIE.
In fact every morning there was one. And everytime we felt like sleeping. Brain said it was educational, but he nearly fell asleep too. HYPOCRITE. Not that the speakers did not have colourful personalities of course. In fact there was one who has a particularly soothing voice known as MAYRAR CHANDE (lol CAPpers, its true ok) which before her PLEENARIE gave a talk on her life and a promotional campaign on her books, followed by some writing. Apparently it was a PERROSE WURKESHOPPE.
For the following days we had lots of fun. There was the time when we had the mindless tapping of tables, apparently the PURRCUSSHONE WURKESHOPPE, which surprisingly sounded quite nice to Ear. There was MIME (MIMERS YOU ROCK!!!!) where I really could not understand the pointless things we had to do. We pulled things that were never there in the first place, touched things that were simply made of air. The funny part was when we got to make fun of Mouth who had to eat air and OH YEAH! the slo-mo run. He was forced to open and make silent but funny threatening faces in front of an audience. Apparently we were policemen chasing crooks.
And there was the confusing bottle trick. It made nice noises but it was so confusing. Now I can do it myself! Apparently its some sort of tradition. Goes like this: *CLAP CLAP THUMP THUMP THUMP CLAP PICK UP BOTTLE WHAM CLAP PICK UP BOTTLE TURN IT OVER HIT YOUR ONE OF YOU HANDS WHAM THE TABLE GRAB IT WITH THE OTHER HAND THUMP WHAM*. If you understood that.
And there were a few hands proclaiming "I AM GAY" with red marker ink. We asked them what they meant. They didn't know. Soon shirts came out proclaiming the same thing. Must be something to be proud of. Brain absolutely didn't agree.
One night our leader, Raayan, even dressed up in pink with pink slippers and a pink fluffy dunnowhat on his head. Luckily his hands were untouched *we hope*. For the first time even Eyes agreed that he looked horrendous. Brain thought it was funny. How cruel. Humans and their privacy and their clothes. We hands walk naked.
What else did we forget? Oh yes, Mouth kept complaining that the food was horrible. At most he would say it was decent.
The last night was... Fun. We performed in front of an audience, though Legs must have slipped up, running a little bit more on stage in that starting scene. In the end Legs decided to go home. I was a little... confused. I was happy that Legs finally decided to return home but... I felt sad that.. I was going to leave my friends. Brain comforted me that he had made the necessary measures to stay in touch. He had joined the alumni, blah blah, we would see them on the computer... Well, I'm still typing here and haven't seen a thing. Eyes said he saw some pictures. Brain said he was talking to his friends. What about me....? OH well.
Now shall I talk about ink pen fighting?
| 4:04 pm |
Friday, June 10, 2005
WEIRD I TURN. CRAZY I TRANSFORM. Yoda I am...
We are really turning weird these days. No longer in the mood to post about our adventures, maybe we'll post another time. We discovered that archbishoppositive's brain was also turning weird. So its not just us hands (yes we have got to remind you, WE ARE SOMEONE'S HANDS, check the about section). He mentioned something about kissing llama's duck on potato brick tomato llama's something something.... SOMETHING about llama's. He says it's the llama song. Oh help. Next thing you will have the chicken dance.
In great favour of the weird publication we had in the previous post, we have begun writing extremely weird things (part of our weirdness I suppose. I think it's some disease. Blame Matthew & Foo). You see, my dearest handfriends, we have made a breakthrough discovery about escalators. Listen. Escalators, you might have thought, are simply rubber bunks that we, hands, could rest ourselves upon. THEN YOU ARE GREATLY MISTAKEN. We have done extensive research into this and discovered that escalators are actually disbolical plans to rule the world!
Listen. It goes something like this.
Apparently escalators help legs do their job of moving the body. So whilst the brain thinks that the legs are working very hard, THEY ARE ACTUALLY SLACKING. And you know what slacking means. THEY ARE SAVING UP THEIR ENERGY TO KICK EVERYBODY AND RULE THE WORLD! Those diabolical legs, we still have not managed to warn Brain, he keeps sleeping....
Don't worry. We have written an extensive essay on this known as THE LOGIC OF ESCALATORS, delving deep into the mysteries and logics of escalators.
Here it is.
THE LOGIC OF ESCALATORS.
Escalator Type 1
The Xscalator
Elevates the body and brings it down again. You go up one escalator and come down another. Simple. You still end up at the same plane though. Perfect for fooling brains to think that they actually moved.
Escalator Type 2
The Oscalator
Elevates the body. Goes in curls. Those kind of escalators that bend. Actually gets you somewhere. Fools the brain into thinking he moved a longer distance by taking a curved route rather than a straight line. Stupid isn't it, you take both and you end up in the same place, ain't no same difference.
Escalator Type 3
The Iscalator
Doesn't elevate or bring down the body. Keeps it on the same plane. Commonly seen in airports. Also known as travellators. Fools brains into thinking they moved at all.
Escalator Type 4
The Nscalator
Hasn't been invented yet. In the blueprints though. You can go up and down on the same escalator. You go up first, then down. Ends up on the same plane. Fools the brain into thinking you went a longer distance.
Escalator Type 5
THe Yscalator
The type that is crazy to build. Both end of the escalator go downwards into the center where there is a hole. Yes, you end up on a lower plane. But gravity does most of the work. SLACKER.
That's it. A mark of my gradual transformation into a madman. If you even call it an essay.
| 10:51 pm |
Monday, June 06, 2005
WILL IT EVER END? Obviously not.
Didn't feel like bloggin' for quite awhile. Turning weird. Both of us. Maybe it was rightie's fainting.
But for the sake of our fans (or whatever viewers we may have), we shall not keep the suspense any longer. The day at eusoff hall (we discovered that that was the actual spelling after a long lecture from archbishoppositve's brain).
Somehow the first day of the long adventure was tiring. Maybe it was because WE WERE CARRYING this HUMONGOUS bag of.... CLOTHES. Stupid isn't it we had to serve the brain's stupid paranioa of covering its subordinates with weird pieces of fibre. Ya.
[INTERRUPTION: Hey we forgot to tell you but I think it will be nice to. From our experiences from this adventure we are going to publish an imaginary copy of a great imaginary work to an imaginary audience. Inspired by the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy (its a mighty good book and we loved the poetry XD, too bad if you don't know what we are blabberin' about), it shall be called... THE EXTENSIVE GUIDE TO FUN DRILL, MIMES AND BLAH. We shall give you a preview shortly. ]
Now... WHERE WERE WE? Oh yes. Brilliant. We forgot.
Ok now we remember. Right? *no left* *lameo* *are you calling me lame?* *wadeva leftie*
[THIS IS AN OVERNIGHT POST. Well, we saved it as a draft you see. To continue today. And MADAGASCAR ROX! We went to watch it today. I want to move it move it, you want to? MOVE IT!!!]
Now, where were we. Again.
We give up.
Leftie thinks we should give you a preview of our book now. Since we can't remember what to write for now we might as well show you what we've written.
THE EXTENDED GUIDE TO FUN DRILL, MIME AND BLAH.
START PANICKING. (lol for those who know Hitchiker's)
Chapter 1 - Mime
How do you mime? Of course, it is not as easy as simply floating in the air imagining that you are climbing something.
1. Focus. Spread you awareness. (XD CAP mimers. )Don't fall.
2. Imagine. Whatever you wish to imagine.
3. Let's imagine you are imagining a wall.
3. Imagine well. Don't close you eyes.
3. Wait this should be the fourth step already.
4. Gah should be the fifth.
5. Forget it.
5. Put your two palms flat on the imaginary wall. They should be on the same wall.
THAT's IT!!!!! Your first mime. Of course you can always purchase the intelligent version of this book.
That was all for our preview. I'm sorry about this weird post, we are getting crazy. But... It must end. With me. It is a sad soliloquy. *Drops to the ground*
WILL IT EVER END? Obviously not.
| 9:56 pm |
Friday, June 03, 2005
WILL IT EVER END?
MAN do I have so much to tell you. But first some clarifications.
We ARE a pair of hands. So of course we write from the point of view (or touch) of archbishoppositve's hands. Duh.
And also we know we haven't posted for a week. This is not because of laziness, but simply because we have not even touched the computer for a week. Let me tell you why.
So it begins.
That stupid rag doll of a pair of legs decided to take us somewhere "adventurous". That was on Saturday. So at first we went across the world to the familiar place of schewl. Funny ehh.
Not really. So much has happened since then that all we remember is the great pressing of rough surfaces against our backs whilst archbishoppositve's legs fumbled. I had a good reason for scolding that pair of idiots but archbishoppositive's brain told us to just hold it, that we were doing "push-ups". Archbishoppositive's brain had more to say though:
"BB LTC1 2005 has really taught me the meaning of leadership. I don't mean to be cheesy, but yeah, although I didn't go for the full camp, I feel that we are all much closely knitted now. Although the standard of discipline had risen to the torturous level, I still like BB, after all it holds meaning for me. Unlike other UYOs (no offense), now I understand why my BB seniors knock it down with their juniors, even if they simply walked into a squad of juniors doing push-ups. In LTC, we have been trained to help each other, to work as a team, if not everyone goes down. Because of this, I do not become angry with our seniors for punishing us for being 7 seconds late. Lol, I was so afraid of becomging IC that I did, and after that it wasn't that bad after all (being the fact that I was IC for only about 2 hours before leaving camp, and hardly doing anything). And of course there was the fun side. Played snake with drill? Roadblock? Heard of the ultimate of all fun commands tuka lanka (srry if i misspe-"
Enough. ENOUGH. the long-windedness is getting into my fingers. yes, only i, leftie, am writing now. rightie has fainted. srry. i have big problem now doing capital letters. sheesh.
now lemme get to the part i remember. yes, it was on sunday that legs took us far far away until we got lost. we were told this was yousorf hall. how did we know how much we were going to experience in the next five days...
to be continued.
| 10:27 pm |
Friday, May 27, 2005
WELCOME!
Yes, we, leftie and rightie of archbishoppositive's hands, welcome you to our new blog. I know, the picture quality is bad, but with archbishoppositive's brain refusing to help us, and archibshoppositive's eyes reluctantly doing so, that's the best we hands could do. Maybe there will be improvements in the future.
But for now let's hope all our friends will come and see our new blog. As we said in the about section, we really hope to appear in The Hand Herald!
And about the address, we decided to make a different address from the original "dead" blog of archbishoppositve's. But the really irritating thing was we originally wanted our blog address to be http://handablog.blogspot.com but someone took up the place with some experimental blog! And he's even worse than archbishoppositive, he hasn't posted since 2003!
Sigh. Anyway welcome!
| 10:52 am |
