The Final Babble

As the title suggest, this will be the last entry.

Updating and maintaining two blogs simultaneously is just too time consuming and taxing for me. So before I wrap this blog up, there is one person I would like to sincerely and personally thank from the bottom of my not-so-broken heart.

That person is William. He is the ONLY person so far who has actually bothered to post a couple of comments on my less than popular blog. Maybe it's because I have only revealed the existence of this blog to only a few privileged people. Maybe it's because my posts are verging on the edge of being too run-of-the-mill and mediocre to allow room for any sensible comments. Maybe maybe...

Therefore, to my one and only commentator, William, Thank You. This blog would not be possible without your sagacious comments... *inevitably shed a tear* Anyway, to everyone who is craving for a generous dose of down-to-earth crap, visit William’s Blog at William's Window.

It has been a long and arduous journey. Through thick and thin, through hardship and happiness, you non-existent audience have proven to be as loyal as a dog, as honest as an ingénue and as silent as the dead. Nonetheless, it's been pure pleasure posting on Painful Psychobabble. I hope our relationship and interaction will not end here. This, I earnestly pray, will mark the beginning of something new, something more painful, something more psycho...

So here's Kelvin Lim AKA The oriGINal DJ Discern or Crazy Coolidge signing off for the last time in Painful PsychoBabble @ Blogspot.com .

Good Bye,
Good Night,
and Sleep Tight.

Painful Psychobabble @ Blogspot will be officially relocated to Antistereotype.net. Click here for a whole new level of Psychobabble.

Painful Babble No. 5 (Combined)

I deeply regret that I have not posted anything in over a week. So today, history will be made so consider yourself privileged to witness it. For the first time in blogging history, two similar entries will be posted simultaneously on the two blogs! The same amazing witty post, double the fun in two different addresses and triple the pain! My aim is to give ample time for my fellow readers (who are really non existent) to change their bookmark from DJDiscern@BlogSpot to PsychoBabble@AntiStereotype .

Okay, on a more serious note, I've been really busy editing and fine tuning the meaningless and unnoticeable details for my new blog. It always astounds me to see how much time one can devote into something and yet produce something so minimalist (AKA close to zilch).

It didn't help that I just started learning how to drive. Attending four lessons in a week is no joke. Fortunately, no lives have been lost when I'm at the wheel... Yet. The closest I came to killing someone, was this incident where a suicidal cyclist conveniently cycled in my blind spot at a filter lane. Lamentably (Not), he graced (or is it grazed) against the side door and landed gracefully along the kerb. With an artistic spray of blood decorated masterfully on one side of the canvas white Honda car, I alighted to thank him profusely for his immaculate inspiration and proceeded to speed off in gear 1.

Next time, if you spot a SSDC (Singapore Safety Driving Centre) White Honda Car with a red mural painted on it, think of me. :)

Painful Babble No. 4

Something evil has returned to haunt me.
Something from the deep unknown.
Something really sickening, few people dare to venture.
No, it ain't the Coffin. (in my room, it's still nice and tidy!)
It's.... the blog you are viewing now. *Blood-curling SCREAM, No need to perm your hair anymore :) *

In my earlier entries, I was commenting that I was going to set up a new blog to replace this horrible 'template-looking blog'. Due to my pure procrastination, Eisen's (my platoon mate) great friend, Allen Shi has included me in his network of blogs BEFORE I can even complete coding a decent backbone. Yes, that's bringing the definition of a backache to a whole new level, the 4th level. (No link)

So this short entry is about me rattling and ranting about how hopeless I am in Adobe Photoshop CS, CSS, and you guessed it, CS (counterstrike).
Here's the link for you to rave or revolt: http://www.antistereotype.net/kelvin

Sighhhh... God Bless Painful Psychobabble.

Painful (Not So...) Babble No. 4

新年快樂，恭喜發財，
國泰民安，步步高升，
鸡年大发, 笑口常开,
烦忧不再, 心想事成,
万事如意, 身体健康，
百事可乐, 前程似锦,
喜事连连, 青春美丽,
横财就手, 一帆风顺，
二龙戏珠，三阳开泰，
四季发财，五福临门，
六六大顺，七星捧月，
八面春风!!!
In short, Happy New Year!

Painful Babble No. 3

I have done it.

The Coffin Compartments are no longer morbid and sinister looking. My windows are so sparkling clean that Tiffany & Co. is requesting me to be their main supplier. There is finally enough space on my desk to build a skyscraper (Yes, literally). I have also decided to donate the rest of the parquet flooring in my room to the Singapore Dance Theatre.
There is walking space, working space and space to breathe in my room. I guess the next commonsensical step is to join the NASA.
The work has been done.

And Kelvin rested on the 1st day of Chinese New Year.

Painful Babble No. 2

Chinese New Year is creeping round the corner and spring is just swinging around my door step. Wait… Do you hear the call echoing through your dismally dusty speakers? Yes, it's spring calling you to clean!

Spring cleaning is an awfully arduous, boringly back-breaking and crazily complex task. It ain't as simple as ABC. It takes deviant amount of determination to even commence the planning phase.

So here’s my victorious vouch (sic):
I will try my very very very best to decimate all the redundant rubbish and extraneous excess in The Coffin (It’s found in my room). Choi! The Coffin is not for me! I just felt the two compartments in my shelf are which the epithet ‘coffin’ is most applicable.

I'll put up some pictures of The Coffin (in the new website) and you will comprehend why I'm always tempted to dismember my body and dump all my limbs there. *A slight chortle* which reminds me, I’ve yet to purchase the book, Lovely Bones (narcissistic me!).

A detailed step-by-step list on how to clean and clear (No, Johnson is not at my door step):
1. Take everything out.
2. Stack everything in an artistic mess.
3. Use a damp cloth to wipe everything, and then say "damn!”
4. Grab a piece of tissue and Sneeze. (Repeat this step as desired)
5. Attempt in vain to classify everything.
6. Take another piece of tissue to wipe your tears of despair.
7. Then "*@#&$@(*#@!%!!!!!!". Strepsils might be considered necessary if this step is protracted.
8. Carry on with shoving everything back to its original position. Neatness does not count as this point of time unless one would like to make a quick trip down to IMH.
9. Take a nice long bath and sleep.
10. Dream that you've done a good job. Alternatively, you can always sob that your spring cleaning has lost its elasticity.

Psychobabble No. 1 (Blogs)

What is a blog? A blog is basically a journal that is available on the web. The activity of updating a blog is "blogging" and someone who keeps a blog is a "blogger." Blogs are typically updated daily using software that allows people with little or no technical background to update and maintain the blog. Postings on a blog are almost always arranged in chronological order with the most recent additions featured most prominently

Blogs have never failed to amaze me as people seem place as much faith as they would have on a diary. Secrets in the form of innuendos, present themselves so openly in blogs, I sometimes wonder why even bother placing a translucent veil over them. Paranoid as this may sound; "online diaries" are definitely dangerous and detrimental to one's reputation if the writer chooses to grouse blatantly.

Yet, nothing can be too unimportant to be written in a blog. Mundane and run-of-the-mill activities such as walking and eating can be prattled; only to reaffirm what King Solomon has been philosophizing in the Book of Ecclesiastes. Nothing is new under the sun, so one cannot anticipate blogs to revolutionize the world, can they?

Blogs that babbles about other blogs are undeniably worse off. Writers of such blogs ought to be banished from the face of the Earth as they reflect a sheer lack of creativity, contrary to what the dictatorial government of this country island has been lobbying for decades. The ironies of life only serve to make rust the mind. (The last sentence should justify my death sentence.)

However, the most unmentionably, inexplicably boring blogs lurking in the World Wide Web must be reserved for losers who insist on plagiarizing the definition of blog and then go on rattling about how the dim-witted writer can be amazed on the development of blogs. Who needs writers who chastise other writers?

The last question I think is worth pondering is “Who is the King of all Losers?”This title can only be reserved for my dear readers, who have spent at least 5 minutes reading this deviant writer blabbering about writers who babble about writers.
Fret not, you are not alone. :) *Background Music of X-Files*

Painful Babble No. 1

Hey hey hey. It's been a long time since I've logged in to BlogSpot.com.
Not like anyone's gonna notice anyway. Heh, I refuse to tell people about this horrible looking, "templatey" blog. My goodness, I mean, Who uses templates to creates blogs?!
This reminds me, my platoonmate has been urging me to join his network of blogs. Yes! I'll get free webspace!!! Ha, but lazy lazy me will just drag his feet and wonder, when will I actually start on it?

Oh, on a lighter note, or should I say, with a lighter head, Do Not Drink With A FULL STOMACH...
Yesterday was my parents and father's best friend PEARL ANNIVERSARY (30 Yrs of Marriage). Sounds s0 grand rite? Both families went to Long Beach Seafood Restaurant in IMM to eat a million course dinner or so it seemed. Then clever me zipped straight to Devil's Bar to celebrate my bunkmate's birthday. And an even more intelligent me thought it was funny to "water parade" through a tiny black straw.
Result = Dizzy dizzy dizzy, Nauseous Nauseous, Dizzy, Nauseous, Tired, Sat down, Nauseous, Nauseous, Nausous, Nauseous, Nauseous, NAUSEOUS, NAUSEOUS.
And the rest was history.

The First Official Introductory Post

Yep, this will be the post that will make everything come to light.

What's the purpose of this blog?
1. For the sake of English and University, yes, I'm entering university in less than a year time.
As you can painfully observe, my command of english is simply horrendous, how am I gonna write a decent thesis without making my lecturer vomit blood?! Thanks to National Service, I've found that my English has become broken (See what I mean?!). Darn, here's me trying to write more formal English (man, the standard makes me cringe in terror).
I shalt make English my fortissimo once again! (Oops, out of point liao.)

2. To play around with the world of html and graphics! Well, that is if I have time... Sighhhh... This blog is so stark, I just gotta sprinkle breathe more life and colour before I turn into a minimalist.
I recommend you readers (bad english again!) to visit this blog, www.subclavian.org.

3. For readers like you to hear me rant and babble about my miserable life (yes, that's why this blog is called Painful Psychobabble). Who knows, you might actually learn a thing or two from the wise one. :p

The First Official Post

Okay, fine.
The first post was just plain crap. I was just testing whether it's really that easy to create a blog.
Anyway, my friend has just complained to me that he weighs 52 kg, and fears he would just disappear soon! Heh, talk about being melodramatic.
Great, I've ran out of things to talk about, or more appropriately, write about. Maybe this blog might be a mistake. Whatever, here's me signing out.

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The First

First Post.
Test.
Yawn.
Feel Like Sleeping, 12.48AM (GMT+8hrs)
End of First Post.